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Hey everyone. My name is Steve. I am a Bachelor of Business student in the harbor city of Hamburg in Germany. I came out when I was 19 and had my fair share of men over the years (I am now 24) but have always played it safe. While I was fascinated by cum, I thought it was a dangerous fluid which shouldn't touch my lips and best stay in condoms. I never tasted mine or anyone else's for that matter. All that changed when I joined a group of friends in taking a two week vacation in Berlin where we planned to join the Pride (or CSD) festivities. We arrived Friday evening and the four of us, a couple and me and another single guy, checked into the (gay) hotel in the main gay area. The couple got a room for themselves, and the other two of us each got a single room as we wanted to have some fun, so were happy to bear the cost. As it was Friday after all, we decided to go for a couple of drinks to some of the bars around the corner. Reception gave us a map and we started our own little gay pub crawl. Now, I am 5’11, lean, 160 with dark hair and a smooth body. It is a pain in the ass to shave but I love it that way. While I love drinking, I can’t handle very much. My friends however, must have a supercharged liver, because they can handle whatever you throw at them. Tonight, Michael, the other single, decided it was the night of vodka. We drank, vodka straight, vodka cola, vodka red bull and started at the front again. Early on I started struggling, so I stuck with vodka red bull. Michael was calling the rounds and both our eyes wandered around checking out what was on offer. Soon he made some new friends and now we were ordering rounds for six people. While the couple and I were tired, and could barely walk, Michael and his two new friends started kissing, so we made our excuses, called it a night, and made our way back to the hotel. A short distance from the hotel I found I really had to piss. Fortunately we were in front of a pub, so I told the others, ran inside, found the bathroom and relieved myself. Next to the bathroom was a little staircase leading into the cellar. A guy passed the urinal, smiled at me and disappeared into the cellar. I was curious, so I followed him down the staircase. In the cellar were some couches, walls and not much else. Some guys were kissing in the back, and another guy was on his knees giving a blowing two daddies. No, as I said, I had never been in a darkroom, but the red bull and the vodka made me horny enough to stay. A guy approached me, and started feeling my ass, started massaging my back and kissing my neck. It felt great. We started kissing and I could taste a mix of beer, cigarettes (total turn on for me) and something else. He unbuttoned my pants and slowly slit them down my legs. Only then did I remember that I was wearing a jockstrap. His fingers went straight to my butt hole. “What an ass” he whispered. “Mind if I taste it?” Without waiting for a reply his tongue moved pass my neck, my shoulders and my back all the way to my ass. Another guy, he must have been my age, came up, kissed me and started playing with my nipples. My cock was rock hard and leaking. The guy behind me started rimming me. His tongue exploring my ass, deepening and widening my hole, My nipple magician moved my hand towards his bulge. I was amazed by the size. I unbuttoned his pants and at least an eight inch uncut monster jumped at me. Now if there is one thing, I am proud of, it is my oral skills. I don’t swallow cum, but that doesn’t mean I don’t swallow cock. My gag reflex disappeared with my third boyfriend. I took his cock all the way in, and he moaned. I could taste precum immediately. The two daddies who had been kissing in the back came over to watch. They took out their cocks and I started wanking them while sucking my young hung friend. Just then, the rimming stopped and I could feel a cock pressing against my hole. Instinctively, I reached into my pockets and passed a condom to the guy behind me. I heard the it being opened, but suddenly my young hung nipple magician slammed his cock into my throat. Tears were rushing into my eyes. A guy held a bottle under my nose and close one nostril at a time. I was inhaling some weird smell. I started flying. I felt warm, dry and horny. The cock entered my hole and it all felt amazing. He started pounding me, so I had to hold on thighs not to lose the balance. I kept sucking and the guy kept pounding. Every once in a while someone would hold a bottle under my nose and I would lift off again. The guy behind me started moaning. I knew he was close. “Aaaaaahh shit your ass is hot” he moaned as he unloaded in me. One of the guys high-fived him, but before my hole could relax another cock slid in. I lost all plot, and just enjoyed the ride. Soon after the second guy, my young hunk nipple magician couldn’t take it anymore. His cock exploded in my mouth. I was shocked, but the taste was great. For a split second I wanted to spit it out, but he said: “Swallow my babies.” And so I did. The third cock unloaded in me and as it did so, I did as well, shooting all over the floor, probably the biggest load I have ever produced. I am not sure how it is with you guys, but after I shoot, I come to my senses. I panicked. What just happened? The guys looked at me bedazzled. “Are you clean?” I stumbled. My young hung nipple magician looked at the others, and replied ”None of us are, but we are all undetectable. Looks like you got lucky, little fella. But looking at the load you just produced, maybe you got unlucky?” and he grinned. I relaxed, but ran home. Later, laying in bed, I tried to recall everything that just happened. It felt amazing. The connection was amazing. No artificial boundaries. Everyone relaxed. The cocks felt great, the cum tasted amazing. I wondered, and then literally slapped myself. What was happening to me? This was disgusting and dangerous behavior. I stared at the ceiling and back to my rock hard cock. I was laying in a paddle of cum from strangers which leaked out of my ass. Oh, and I had a massive erection.....

A while ago I reported on a very sexy young guy who practically lives around the corner. He wanted me to make some pics of him in my jockstraps for profile pics because he didn't have any. This morning (still on my morning coffee) I got a message from him saying he now had some of his own and if I would mind making some more pics? Even though, like me, he is bottom only, I got hard thinking about it. And I knew there would be a "reward". Told him I would be over in 30 minutes. Showered, put on a cockring, sweatpants (commando of course), T-shirt and sneakers. Grabbed my camera and went over. The guy is gorgeous. Early 20s, fucking handsome, great body, juicy cock and an amazing muscled bubble butt. He told me the first time he wanted me to take the pics because he didn't want his dates to take them. He picked me because I was a handsome "daddy", bottom too and lived near his place. Got there in a few minutes. He was in one of his new jocks when he opened the door. We went straight to business. I took pics of him, ass up, bulging crotch (he is hung, such a waste), no face. I had also brought a skimpy speedo (too small for me) so I could take front (bulge) and back pics (fucking hot butt) of that. I got a raging boner taking the pics, which showed in the sweats. When I was done taking pictures I told him to lie down and then ate his ass. He jerked off and came all over his chest and chin. He scooped it up and swallowed it, fed me some. After that I pulled down my sweats and presented him my throbbing boner. He went to work on that as if he hadn't had breakfast or lunch. Even though I tried to hold back to enjoy the feeling the guy is such a good sucker I came within minutes and squirted my load down his throat. Told him I would send over the pics and to call me again if he needed new ones. Two Bottoms can have fun even though I prefer a stiff one up my hole. I hope he contacts me again

I decided to attend the Gay Pride Parade this past month in my local town to show support for my gay friends with whom I work. There are about five of them. At sixty, I am much older. I'm also 6', and about 185 pounds. I've been married to my wife for 30 years, we had four children, and now have eight grandchildren. I guess I'm about as straight they come, but have always thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. It just wasn't for me and I had never even thought about doing anything with another guy. It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to dress for the heat and wear what I usually wore to my track meets: a jock strap, shorts, a tee shirt, sport socks and sneakers. One of my friends rode with me there and he was dressed fairly similarly. We found a place to park fairly close to the start, which surprised me, but then I thought, oh hell, when the parade is over I will be about 2-3 miles from here. Oh, well, can't have everything. We got out and walked over to the starting area and found the other guys. I was kind of rubber necking somewhat as I had never seen such an array of, well, somewhat crazy looking people before. There were all kinds of attire from just plain like I and my friends to wild costumes and back down to what looked to be a few guys with little or nothing on at all. It was a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere and I was like a kid in a candy store wanting to just see what all was going on. It was very festive scene and then there were the floats which were magnificent to look at. I started walking around to look at everything I could and soon lost track of where my friends were at. I looked for a bit but there were just too many people around to really look good. I soon decided the heck with it, I would see them later for a couple of drinks before going home tonight. I went looking for something to drink then. Soon found a nice little stand that sold my drink of choice, an ice cold CocaCola. I bought one and then wondered around some more but still did not see my buddies and the parade was lining up to start. I found myself by a float I liked the looks of, so decided to just walk along with it. Soon we were starting up and I found several guys walking around that float and on it all dressed alike, so figured they were all friends or at least had al worked on the float together. A few blocks later, one of the guys from the float turned and said hi to me. I returned his greeting and soon we were talking while we walked along. About a mile and a half into the parade I was starting to feel the heat and the long walk. The guy I was walking with told me I could take a break and ride on the float for a bit if I wanted, but he said I would probably have to take off the shorts and shirt as all on the float only had on jockstraps. I looked and was surprised as I had not noticed them stripping most of their clothes off on there till then. Only the guys walking were still in their shorts and shirts. I was kind of in a turmoil about that when I stepped on a rock in the road and twisted the heck out of my ankle. My new friend grabbed me or I would have went down. That pretty much settled it for a bit as he basically tossed me up onto the float. I decided, what the hell and soon had my shirt, shorts and shoes and socks off and was only in my jockstrap. My new friend then told me I looked to be in pretty decent shape for my age as I had told him that earlier. I thanked him and returned the compliment. I had not really paid much attention to his looks until he tossed me like a sack of sugar onto the float. Now, I noticed, he was definitely in good shape and although not a build of a weightlifter did have quite the muscles showing. I then rode the float for the rest of the parade. Looking around I noticed the other guys on the float all seemed to be in pretty good shape. Must all work out a lot I thought. I also noticed that they all, that I could see from where I was at, seemed to have the same tattoos. One, a tramp stamp on their backs and another on their stomach when they would turn and I could see it, of a figure that looked familiar, but I couldn't place it at first. Then as we passed a hospital on the way I noticed the design on one of the dumpsters I could see off to the side and it dawned on me they all, for some reason, had a biohazard symbol. I asked my new buddy about it and he said they had all decided to get one when they joined the club. I thought that sounded nice for them to do.

(Names and places have been changed 'cause I'm shy, but this is a true story) For a while, Bailey’s was the club to go to. Fridays and Saturdays were gay nights, and it was mostly straight on the week nights. Every once in a while they would have a foam party. They would put a low wall around the dance floor and fill up the space with foam. I was working swing shift at the time, so I usually missed those Saturday night foam parties. One night however, I got off early and got to Bailey’s around midnight. There wasn’t much of a line in the front foyer, so I was a little concerned it might not be busy inside. I walked into the club and my fears weren’t justified, The club was pretty busy. There was a walled off space on the dance floor, maybe twenty-five feet by twenty, about four feet high, just filled with foam. Everybody inside was wearing speedos, board shorts, or underwear. Some guys were walking around the outside of the foam area, foam still covering their legs. I got a drink from the bar. I was way too nervous to take off my clothes so I just stood on the wall drinking my drink and checking for any hotties in the foam pit. There were a couple of really cute guys I made eye contact with. One of them beckoned me over and I just shook my head a little bit and held up my drink, letting him know I wanted to finish it first. I finished my drink and then one more then I decided to take the plunge. Walking over to the coat check, I removed my coat, shirt, trousers, and socks and put them in the paper bag they provided and handed them over to the attendant. I kept on my New Balance trainers and my black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I tucked a twenty dollar bill into my waistband and walked back into the club. I walked up to the bar and got another drink and downed it and then went into the foam pit. I caught my breath a bit as I went into the foam. It came up over my navel and was colder than I was expecting. I found an open spot and started dancing. It was quite liberating. I could have dropped my boxer briefs and no one would have known, the foam was so thick, which was probably the point. I danced for a little bit and was catching the eye of a hot muscle boy. He was slightly taller than me (I’m 5'10") with a bodybuilders frame, probably 23 or 24 years old, and I could just see as he shifted he was wearing a skimpy speedo. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I turned away as I was dancing and when I turned back he was gone. I went out of the pit to look for him but I didn’t see him anywhere, so I went to the bar and got another drink, and then a bottled water to chase it down with so I didn’t get too drunk. I finished my drink and went back onto the foam-filled dance floor. I was dancing for a little bit when someone bumped into me. It was the hot muscle boy! I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. He leaned in and asked me my name, I answered, and he then introduced himself as Paul. He put his arm around me and drew me close as were dancing. We started grinding our crotches together and I instantly got hard, my 6.5" cock pointing down the leg of my boxer briefs. Paul smiled at me and brushed his hand over it. I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him close. Our lips met, and we kissed. I opened my mouth wider and he responded in kind, and our tongues met in a short but passionate French kiss. He pulled away and turned around, grinding his ass back onto my cock. I reached down and pulled my cock up so it was sticking out of the waistband of my Calvin Klein boxer briefs. We danced that way for a couple minutes and then I felt a pair of hands on either side of my waist. I looked over my shoulder and into the eyes of a really cute early twenties twink. I put my hands back and ran them down the sides of his body. It felt like he was wearing a pair of cotton briefs. My hand brushed along the front of his briefs and I could feel the hard outline of a 7" cock stretching along the waist band of his briefs. I looked back at him again and he smiled at me. He kissed me, our tongues dueling, and ground his crotch up against my ass, sandwiching me between this cute twink and Paul, the hot muscle boy in front of me. We danced that way for a few minutes more, with the twink’s hands on my waist, and mine wrapped around Paul. Then I felt the twink’s hands slide down into the waistband of my boxer briefs and then pushed them down to my thighs, exposing my cock and ass to the cool foam. I felt him shift behind me, then he nestled his cock in my crack, grinding up and down. He kept sliding his cock up and down my crack, slowly getting lower and lower, until it slipped down and pressed against my hole. At least thirty other people were dancing around us and this twink has the head of his cock up against my hole, ready to fuck me, and I was ready to let him. I felt him push and I relaxed my hole, letting the head of his bare cock slide inside of me. I moaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. He started kissing and licking my ear as his cock pulled back slightly and then sank further up my hole. As we danced to the music he used the motion to slide further up my ass until I felt him bottom out. Then, timed to the music, he started long strokes in and out of my hole. Paul meanwhile, was still dancing with his back to me, grinding his Speedo covered ass on my now naked cock. He reached back and felt down my body. He could tell my underwear was gone and he squeezed my hard cock. He grabbed my hands from around his waist and put them down the front of his Speedos. His cock was kinda small, not much over five inches, and not too thick. Not bad, I thought. I can work with this. He ground his ass harder on my cock, and then I slid his Speedo down over his ass. My cock slipped right into his crack like it belonged there. Paul shifted forward, letting my cock slip lower until I felt it line up with his rosebud. This hot muscle boy then backed on to my cock as the twink behind me shoved his cock forward into my ass. The head of my cock popped through Paul’s ring, his sphincter gripping me like a vise. The foam was providing a little lubrication, but not enough to sink farther in his hole, so I pulled out, gathered up some more foam and slathered it on my rock hard cock, and slid it back inside.It went in easier this time, but it still took almost a full minute to work my cock all the way into his ass. Once I bottomed out, it was easy to pull back out and get a rhythm going. There I was, on a crowded dance floor, house music blaring, foam up to the middle of my torso, with a twink’s bare cock sliding in and out of my ass, my bare cock buried deep in the ass of the hot muscle boy in front of me, and no one paying any attention to us. (I’m sure a few were doing the same thing.) We managed to get a rhythm going where the twink behind me buried his cock deep in my ass as I pulled out of Paul’s ass. We kept fucking right in the middle of the dance floor for a little over five minutes in time with our dancing, when the twink behind me whispered in my ear, “Can I cum inside you?” I just nodded and smiled at him over my shoulder. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and started fucking me faster, gave a few quick thrusts and sank balls deep into my ass. I knew he was blowing his load in my ass. He kept his cock deep in me as we swayed to the music, and then he slowly pulled out. He pulled up his briefs, kissed me on the neck, and walked off. This boy had fucked me bareback on the dance floor of a crowded club, shot a load inside me, and I hadn’t said a word to him. I continued to fuck Paul for a couple more minutes when he pulled his ass off my cock and told me to follow him. He pulled up his Speedo and I pulled up my boxer briefs, trying to make my raging hard on as inconspicuous as possible. He led me into the bathrooms and into an empty stall. I closed the door behind us as Paul pulled down his Speedo again, bending over the toilet. “Get in me,” he ordered. I stepped up behind him, pulled my boxer briefs down, spat in my hand and lubed myself, grabbed his waist and lined my bare cock up with his hole and sank back in with ease. I started rapidly sliding in and out of his now loosened ass, sinking balls deep each time. Paul started jerking himself off. “Let me know when you’re gonna cum,” he instructed. I kept fucking his ass for another minute and then said, “I’m gonna blow.” He started furiously wanking his cock as I felt my orgasm rising. I started long slow strokes as I unloaded shot after shot of cum deep into his muscular ass. I sank balls deep one last time as Paul shot his load into the toilet, ropes of cum splashing into the bowl. I withdrew from Paul's ass, and he then pulled up his Speedo as I pulled up my boxer briefs. We made out for a little bit. “Any chance I could get a ride home?” he asked. “Of course,” I replied. We left the bathroom, went to the clothes check and dressed. I drove him to his apartment, dropped him off, and went home. We exchanged info, but I didn’t see him again, mostly because he moved away shortly after that. Nor did I ever see the twink who had fucked me. But I am now a big fan of foam parties.

My dick was hard and oozing precum reading about Devon having fun conquering Austin the double-virgin(neg and never been fucked) piece of ass and thinking how really great the stud's dick felt when he pumped his toxic seed into the ass and knowing he was jazzed knowing how he completely altered Austin's life, starting with the 'AIDS flu' a few weeks later and condemning him to a life of taking meds to stay alive. Also thinking of Alex having his fun taking his turn stretching the hole more and adding his own poz load to his lover's in it. Also how the two men would profit off their pleasure of ruining Austin's life by selling the film and how Austin went from pain to falling madly in love with the studs when they fuck him in more ways than one. Now I'm fantasizing the two big studs stripping Jacob, ripping his hole open with their mighty dicks and pumping their second loads into him while Rachel freaks out, collapses and lays in a blubbering heap in the doorway while they have more fun duplicating their conquest of Austin up her helpless brother's ass.

PART 2 After a short walk, we reached a grim alley with a dark staircase leading down to the basement of an old brick building. A lonely scarlet lightbulb flickered at the bottom of the staircase. I looked at my chaperone worriedly, but then his eyes flickered with that same red glow as before, and I lost myself in his wicked half-smile. “After you,” he said with a flourish. Everything looked red in this light—his skin, his eyes, his teeth. (But why were his teeth suddenly so…shiny? How could his smile glisten like that when everything else was a dim wash of scarlet?) I wondered, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask about anything, really—I simply followed this man whose dark energy pulsed and throbbed across the surface of my skin. I glanced back to reassess the strange glint in his teeth, then decided I was just imagining things again. With that, I dutifully walked down the stairs. As I made my descent, I felt an unexpected rush of heat—but not like a rise in outside temperature. It was more like a warmth radiating from the depths of my smooth, quivering, not-yet-fucked hole. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door didn’t seem to be a door at all—more like a dense patch of shadows. I looked back at Abraxas for reassurance. He responded by motioning me inside. That’s the first time I entered his sanctuary. I’ve always called it the Red Red Room—the kind of place where even the walls seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. In that room, nearly everything was the same shade of visceral, rosebud red. As my eyes adjusted, I began to notice a little bit of black here and there to add shape and dimension, plus a few dark-yellow eyes in some of the artwork. In fact, the walls were full of paintings -- every single one having something to do with sex -- and every image was stamped with various obscure symbols that I couldn’t quite make out. That’s when I felt the arm of Abraxas fall on my shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “Welcome to the local branch of my corporation.” As he said that, his mouth slid down to my neck, and his long tongue slowly licked the length of my jugular. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asked, the vibrations in his voice sending a chill across my backbone. “Oh, definitely,” I replied, inclining my head to the left so he had better access to my neck. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he said, tracing that prominent vein in my neck with his fingernail. (But why were his fingernails so sharp?) Then, with a guttural snarl, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it tight. He withdrew his tongue. I immediately sensed the press of his teeth—now incredibly sharp—against my skin. I distinctly felt two painful punctures that plunged well below the surface. At first, I gasped with a little more pain than pleasure; moments later, with a little more pleasure than pain. Meanwhile, he kept his teeth buried beneath his skin, and I felt something pulse outward from those fresh puncture wounds—almost like a cloud of hot liquid filling my body. He withdrew his teeth. Within seconds, I felt myself take a sharp breath inward, followed by a violent coughing fit. As I coughed, Abraxas casually tore a perfectly straight line down the back of my T-shirt and shorts and underwear, all at once, all in a single motion, causing all of my clothes to fall to the floor in a single clump. The heat of the room traveled along the surface of my suddenly naked body. I turned to look at Abraxas, and was surprised to find that he was naked, too. My eyes immediately locked on his quietly throbbing dick as it extended out from a dense patch of fur, its long upward curve perfectly bridging the 10-inch gap between us. “You don't need to know what just happened--not yet, anyway,” he said. “I'll explain that later. Right now, you just need to enjoy your body, and you need to embrace your hunger. Are you hungry, my little angel Michael?” I shivered at the slightest touch of his cockhead as it pressed against my stomach. “Yes. I am. But I don’t know what I’m hungry for.” “But let's be clear: you're hungry. Right, boy?” “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to feed you?” I didn't hesitate. “Yes, please.” "C'mon then, angelboy,” he said, running his tongue along the fresh puncture wounds in my neck as he trailed a sharp fingernail down the line of my back. “We'd better do something about that appetite."

I have a fantasy about going to a bathhouse and having an orgy where lots of guys breed my ass! It would be even hotter if i were in a sling! The thought of having my ass all silky and slick with all those loads makes my dick get really hard!

I have had so much fun at bathhouses. The key is to be open to having sex. This seems like a da statement, however, some guys look only for GQ guys to have sex with. I have had mind blowing sex with guys who I normally would not be attracted to. When I'm at the bathhouse, I'm looking for sex not a relationship. The more open you are, the more fun you'll have.

I am 64 years old. The older I get, the more bottom boys I find that know they are going to get bred by an experienced top that know their pussies are going to be used in the way they want - just a place to dump a load into.

Well, this morning I had to help an 18 year old guy with his TOEFL test. He's preparing it as he wants to go to study in the US, and we've been practising for a long time now. This morning he came home as usual, mind you, it was very damn hot this morning so he was sporting a nice tanktop and denim shorts. We reviewed a few exercises, and by accident he touched my bulge with his shoulder. He apologised immediately, but I said it was ok, unharmed, I was still able to procreate. We laughed about it for some more time. However, he would not let go of the topic, so he was up for game. "So, you're still a virgin, Alex?" I asked. "WTF? Nah, lost it two years ago." "Well, that sounds soon. Was it good? Did she like it?" "Well, he not much, but I did." K-ching! The confirmation I needed that this boy was a Sean Cody user. "Sex is great. Hopefully that shoulder of yours didn't do anything to my tool or else, some people would be disappointed." "Who are they?" "Fuckbuddies, exes, those unfucked cunts waiting for me" [he started giggling] "Can I ask you something? Can I see your tattoos?" *Lame excuse for me to lift my shirt* "Sure, have a look" "These are sexy. Touching the ones on my chest. What do they mean?" "Kinda secret." "Ok. I really like them" [Now I noticed the boner in his shorts] "I can tell" [He looked down and blushed] So, this was the moment of truth. Either I made my move or had to take a cold shower. In seconds, I was on my knees and I unzipped his cock out. Not a great cock, but rock hard, throbbing. He was in shock as I opened my mouth and took it all in. He'd never been deep-throated before. He started sweating, and he didn't know where to put his hands, so I led him and placed them on my head. He followed his instincts and started fucking my mouth. I'm a versatile top, but I could tell from that moment he was just a top so I was going to let him do me fucking well. I gagged, swallowed, and spitted on his cock for at least 10 minutes, and he asked me to stop or else he'd shoot. I sucked harder, deeper, faster, and there it was! I could feel his cock shooting his cream in my mouth as he moaned like a bitch. My precum was so much I could feel it in my boxers. I took him by his hand and led him to my room. We undressed each other and I could admire his whole body. Not muscular, yet athletic. Not hairy but a bit furry, tanned. He was damn hot. He saw my cock and started giving me head. He was still hard, ok? A fucking sex machine. He pushed me against the wall, asked me to spead my legs and started rimming my hole. He was 18 but sure he's got the experience of someone older. I just couldn't help it and started moaning, so he ravished and grunting, stood up, spitted on his dick and shove it up my ass. Condoms were never discussed, so he made his choice and it felt damn good inside. He fucked me on that position for a few minutes. Ritually, I went on all fours and he fucked the shit out of me doggy style. I was lying on my left side and he spooned me from behind, lifting my right leg as he pounded me good. I don't know, about 45' into it, he asked me to face him, misionary style and people, I got to say, he. Just. Gave. Me. The. Best. Fuck. Ever. Both sweating like roasted chicken, he says: "I'm getting close" "Burst it in me, come on." "You sure?" I hugged him with my legs so he couldn't pull out. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh FUCK." He gave me a nice load, I could feel it oozing out my hole. He jerked me off and took my load in his face. We kissed and showered. He dressed up, got his stuff and went home. His exam is in September, so we still have more tutoring to do. Yes, please.

Previously… There was a clock on the wall and it was reading 4.20 (I took a drag of the spliff) and I asked, "Pedro, you can do it, but I've to meet my landlord at 7. How long does coke last?". Pedro immediately realised I was a coke-virgin and bringing over the tray said "don't worry Stuart, it'll be just a mild buzz like coffee by that time". Lying bastard. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I was about to do cocaine for the first time with hot tattooed Spaniard in his late 30’s called Pedro. Exotic as he sounds this was happening in a surprisingly nice 2 bed-apartment in Glasgow’s dingy East End. Pedro (who was to later become my dealer) had convinced a very stoned me, that we had do coke to celebrate my beautiful white ass, and he planned to snort his off of my asshole. So first he came up to the head of the bed and passed me the small metal tray. On it was some coke, which was drawn up in four neat lines. “Those three are for later” he explained and passed me my straw. I looked at him sheepishly, “so I just snort it yeah?” I asked. He smiled, “just that, close your other – what do you call it?” “Nostril” “Yeah close the other one, snort it, and just enjoy the ride, but wait until after I do mine”. Taking his straw and a pretty large bump expertly on the back of his hand, Pedro scooted down the bed while I went on all fours to look at the tray in front of me. I felt Pedro’s hands on my asscheeks and looked back at him. He pushed my ass further forward and down and pushed out my legs, exposing my hole. “Fuck yeah chico” he said, “I’m gonna snort this china-white from your beautiful hole”. I stayed as still as I could as I felt the powder being shaken on my asshole and after a second of two heard a snort. “Oh fuck yeah” Pedro almost croaked, as the cocaine started its work, “now you do yours chico” he said a bit hoarsely, caught up in his high. As Pedro’s hand continued to hold my ass apart, I turned to the tray and held up my straw. Looking at the line on the left I went for it, and in one snort managed to get all the line in, no crumbs, no waste. I immediately felt weird as though I had gunged up the back of my nose, and then could taste the slightly soapy flavour to the coke start to seep down the back of my throat. Then it hit me. Suddenly I was sure of everything. I knew what was going on, as my heart started to beat faster, I knew my eyes were dilating and this feeling of what can only be described as “wellness” inched up the back of my brain and switched all the anxiety buttons off. I was relaxing into my power – I know that sounds bit fuckin’ flakey – like some dumb self-help book for frustrated middle-aged women – but that’s the easiest way to say it - the coke made my energy levels shoot up and at the same time stripped away all my (lets be honest) many self esteem problems. Quickest way to stop giving a shit about anything. Physically I felt my skin almost singing as I got up on my hands and knees and arced my back. I felt fuckin’ good. “Oh yeah it’s hitting me” I said, “oh man, that’s hitting me hard”. “Good to hear it chico” said Pedro, “cause you’re gonna love this” and with that he dove his face down into my ass… . . . …I needed to put those dots there… I needed to pause this memory to give a moment’s respect to one of the purest, most delicious moments of sexuality I have ever, fucking, experienced. Pedro, that beautiful bastard, knew how to rim. Added to that - his coke-fuelled energy. Added to that - my coke-high. It was Pure. Fucking. Perfection. He went all-in to his job. We’re talking spitting and using fingers. We’re talking high-speed dragging your stuck-out tongue like a paintbrush up the entire ass-crack. We’re talking tongue-fucking, and then tongue and finger action at the same time. Pedro loved rubbing his shaven head against my bucking hole. Then there was that biting jaw-action you can do covering your teeth when you’re deep in a guy’s ass. I was experiencing his rimming as if I was doing it myself. I instinctively knew what he was going to do from my overdriven senses. I knew when he would begin to start circling the tip of his tongue or shaking his face and shoving his nose into my wet juicy crack. I always liked the expression “like a pig after truffles” – well Pedro was a piggy bastard and I was loving it. I had been thrashing on the bed with pure pleasure. It took me a while to focus out of whatever zone I was in and come back to where I was. Pedro had come up for some air. I was spreadeagled – my pale smooth but defined body on all fours on his bed - I looked over at the tray to see I’d knocked against it and all the lines were one pile again – still all on the small little tray though so that was good. I picked it up and turned to pass it back to Pedro saying “sorry man, I think you’ll have to line em up again”. Pedro just laughed, he’d been stroking his beautiful tan cock to hardness. I looked at his cock and said “maybe it’s my turn to snort a line off you?” “Chico” he said (I normally hate any kind of nickname but I was loving his sexy Spanish accent - he could have been calling me a fucking nonce and I’d still have lapped it up), “you can put that coke on my cock, but coke does not get snorted off my cock.” I looked at him a bit puzzled. He looked back at me, his deep-brown eyes smiling, expectantly. I looked back at him, a small smile timidly growing on my face. He started to nod. I started to nod. “So you get what I’m saying?” he said. I replied, “um, actually no, not a clue – how else am I gonna get it off your cock? Are you just gonna let it drop off? Won’t that waste it?” Pedro looked at me exasperatedly – “Chico, I’ll fuck it into you”. “ohh”, I replied as I finally put two and two together. I won’t lie, sometimes I can be a little bit on the “slow-fucker” side of things. With that Pedro grabbed the tray out of my hands and said “push your ass back here chico”. I pushed back along the bed to him, ass in front of his cock. Pedro balanced the tray on this chest at the end of his bed and reached underneath to pull up some body-glide – a silicone lube that’s brilliant for fucking but you never get out of the sheets. Normally some stupid factoid like that would make me tense up just a little – those tiny nagging worries that build up and stress you out of having a decent shag. Now I couldn’t give the slightest tiniest fuck, I didn’t even think about the fact that this would have be bareback and I normally hardly ever barebacked and only with people I intimately trusted. Still there was a part of me that bubbled up and said “so let me get this straight Pedro, you are gonna fuck me with that lube and a line of coke – is that really doable?” Pedro chuckled and said “you’re in safe hands chico. I know the right amount for your ass and you’ll feel a whole new type of high” Then he took my right hand and said “but you should go first” and rubbed some lube on my finger and then put a bump on my index finger. He directed my hand behind my arched back, “now guide that into your hole chico!” With Pedro’s guidance I started to push my fingers into my spit-slick hole rubbing the coke and lube into my pucker. The coke and lube were such opposite textures, slippy and gritty and it felt great, no, it was “right”, and I started to get off at the idea of my fingers getting in past my tight pucker, one, then two, then three. As I was fitting the third finger into a comfortable finger fucking rhythm – I was suddenly fascinated by the way I could keep balance with a hand pushing fingers up my ass. Time seemed to slow down as my entire body was swaying with the finger fucking pulse and I was following every groove of my knuckles when Pedro’s voice started to come from what I though was another room. “You’re a complete natural chico” he smiled, “mama china, she obviously loves you, and I know just the way we’re gonna say thank you, now come to papi”. I took my fingers out and got to the end of the bed where Pedro was. Pedro enfolded me in his strong tattooed arms and pulled my hand to his face. He sniffed deep, “mmm chico, you smell tasty” he said and then guided my hand down to his cock. I reused my lube on his cock and then turned and bent over the bed again. I pushed my cheeks back just under his cock. Then Pedro squirted a bit more lube on his uncut 9 incher and started to rub his cock all up and down my ass crack. Time slowed down again for me as I felt the tingle of every deep rub from his cock against my pucker. I needed him inside me. We needed to be one. I needed to feel his cum deep inside me. Pedro looked at me, I was turning back to watch him grind against me. His upper lip curled as he looked from my face to my rocking asshole. “Mm you like that chico,” he groaned, biting his lip. He put his hands on my ass slowing down my movement, “now I want you to stay still for minute”. He found the coke and lined his rock hard dick with the thick remainder of the last two lines. He reached back to get his phone and recorded himself pushing in the head of his cock – coated with coke. “Aye I can feel it go in” I grunted, to which Pedro quipped “I fuckin’ hope so”, I responded, “I mean the coke on top of your cock man”. We laughed and I just let the sheer wave of pleasure as his 9 incher kept shoving through my sphincter up to my prostate – filling me and expanding, filling and rubbing and pulling back slowly and then pushing back a tiny bit quicker. Meanwhile the coke was starting to make my ass numb at first. Pedro tossed me up his phone. “Press play” he said and I started to watch my pink hole with a coke covered cock get fucked. “It looks like a double dipper” I laughed, but Pedro didn’t hear me or maybe he didn’t get the reference – double dippers were these paper packets of sherbet you got in the UK and some of Europe, with separate raspberry and orange sherbet compartments and a yellow candy stick that you licked and dipped into them one by one to lick off the sherbet. I could hear myself saying “Aye I can feel it going in”. Pedro continued to serve my ass pumping in and out a slow regular pace now. It was hot to watch this ass – I mean - my ass get chem-fucked by this thick juicy cock. I looked away from the phone and turned back and saw him – head thrown back to look at the ceiling, hands up to tweak his nipples, muttering to himself “fuck yeah this is a tight puta pussy” as his hips went on and on, slowly auto–fucking his chems into me. He was in his own euphoria. I turned back to the video. The file had finished, I exited the file and saw the other movie files show up beside it, a lot of their previews pink and orange from some other close-up on a bodypart – more homemade porn? I clicked on one thinking “he won’t mind”, and quickly saw a familiar face – Andrew my fuck buddy! Pedro started to pick up the pace. A steady ball-slapping fuck at this stage – the pleasure from each thrust hit that reward centre in the back of my brain and rolled down my back. “Oh yeah”, I groaned, “shove your cock deep in me! Pound my ass!” As I jolted from the fucking I pressed the play button. I thought, this way I can include Andrew even if he’s not here. The video was jerky (or maybe it was the fact that I was being punch-fucked by Pedro while I watched it) but showed my fuck buddy’s face – who was an auburn-haired catholic lad from Belfast over here to get a bit of distance from the place – who could blame him? Building a fancy Titanic museum doesn’t even begin to paper over the cracks in that broken city. The video panned back to show him being fucked in the same bed I was in, but not by Pedro, but some other white lad with a northern Irish accent who was smacking his already-bright red ass. I guessed Pedro was enjoying filming him too much to be currently taking part. The coke and fucking won back my complete attention and I laid the phone down by my side. At this stage Pedro was pulling his cock out almost fully and then shoving it all the way back in – punch fucking as I call it. It really pounded my asshole’s nerves – my ass was on fire. The pace of the punchfucking increased Pedro had hips like a fuckin’ eel. My head was being push further into the bedding and I muffled out “Just keep fucking me” as my prostate started to swell. From the phone I heard “Choke on my cock ya dirty Taig-cunt” and almost got completely derailed from my building climax. Y’see – Andrew loved a bit of roleplay – specifically protestant/catholic dom/sub roleplay – he tried to get me into it but I could never keep a straight face. One great thing about coke, you only have to remember your sexy situation - being topped by a hot Spaniard who’s chem-fucking your ass into oblivion, and you’re there 100% focussed again. Pedro was stiffening inside me, his sweat dripping onto my back, to run down my ass and get fucked into me by his insatiable tool. He had both feet on the bed on either side of my knees and was resting his hand on my shoulders as he fucked me a type of doggy – doing squats to dip his dick in and out of my tingling ass. We both were past our usual stamina at this point. I urged him on, “fuck yeah Pedro, I’m almost ready”. He looked me looking back at him and grinned. Then he started pounding my ass like a man-possessed. I couldn’t keep up with him and it was in a very short time he started breathing low and heavy. He grabbed my hips and muttered something in Spanish and then I could feel his cock fill up and shoot out hot cum straight into my ass. Time slowed down with as he came, my energy and his energy joining, the coke sending everything electric, the cum - we were one being, blissed out on life. Beside me the phone display showed 6.45pm. Oh fuck....

I was told that at the Crew Club in DC on Monday there is a group of married guys who go there to fuck, so one Monday I went around noon, and by 1:00 PM the place stared to fill up. There must have been twenty to thirty guys of all ages, some of whom were married, and all of whom wanted to fuck. I rented a room and left the door open. In a moments a sixty year old with a huge dick made his appearance, and without a word he explored my ass, which I had pre-lubed. Still without saying a word he slid right in and pounded away until he groaned and blew his load in my ass. He was followed by five others, all of whom wanted to fuck. The youngest of whom may have been twenty, but most of the men were forty to fifty years old. Not one of the men ever mentioned the use of condom, nor did any of the men pull out. All were eager to cum in my ass. Needless to say, I will return.

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

When I got to college I was totally straight. Never even thought about having gay sex or doing anything with a guy. I wasn't a homophobe or anything, It was just that tits and pussy, not cock, turned me on. In high school I had a girl friend, and like a lot of couples, we hooked up and she took care of my needs to get laid. But going away to college ended that relationship and suddenly it was just me and my hand - again. And as everyone knows, compared to a quality blow job or fuck a hand job simply isn't as good. Of course I wasn't the only guy on campus who was horny and looking to get laid so that meant it wasn't easy finding a new girl. Then one day I was walking back from class talking to a buddy and we ended-up on the topic of being horny and not being able to get any. He looked at me, smiled and said "You know there is a solution to that." And with that introduction he went on to tell me about the coaches' locker room in the old football / weight room building, explaining "...when they built the football team a new weight room, the old one was opened up to students for use 24-7-365. But what most people don't know is that down in the basement is a locker room that used to be for the use of the coaches. It's not that big but it has lockers and a decent shower area but since it's out of the way no-one uses it." Not understanding where he was going, I replied "Uhh huh, and what does this have to do with being horny?" "Well, after 6:00 PM each day" he says "it's a place where you can go to get your rocks off if you want. It's mostly gay guys but they will suck anyone who wants to get blown and you can usually fuck one in the ass if you want. They keep it pretty dark in there so it's not like you can really see who is taking care of you and it sure beats jacking off. I'm telling you, man, one straight guy to another, a guy's mouth feels just as good as a girl's and I'm told that fucking can be even better." Pre-college I would have ignored his suggestion, but at this point I was horny enough that the idea of getting sucked sounds good enough that I don't care who does it, especially if its anonymous. My buddy went on explaining that the deal is if your interested you go down there to the locker room and strip nude - no clothes allowed in the shower - and go on in. If a guy is in the middle of the room then he's looking for someone to service him. If he's against the wall facing out then it means he's giving blow jobs. If he's against the wall with his face to the wall then he's taking it up the ass. The idea of course is that guys will give and receive but its not like they are keeping records or anything. He could tell I was interested and offered to show me around a bit that night it I wanted, so around 9:00 PM that night we met up and headed over. It was a good thing the locker room was somewhat buried in an out of the way location, 'cause as soon as we opened the door the unmistakable sounds of sex filled the air. The room was dim but there was just enough light to find a locker and get undressed which we did. Now while I was horny as hell I was also nervous about the whole gay thing so my cock was anything but hard. My buddy on the other hand was sporting a nice 7" wood and clearly ready to get going. We walked into the shower room to find one of the shower heads in a distant corner was on full, putting out hot steam which fogged the room a bit. I could just make out couple of guys fucking and a couple of others getting sucked. We watch for a minute and then, as our eyes adjusted, we can see others against the wall waiting for action. My buddy lead me over to the wall, told me to face into the shower, and to have fun. Then he disappeared into the mist. No sooner had he disappeared then a guy appeared. He smiled at me and quietly asked "Let me guess: you're straight, and this is your first time, right?" I nodded in reply, swallowed hard, and wondered what would come next. I didn't have long to wait. The guy reached over and began playing with my soft cock, murmuring that I should relax. Then he went down on his knees, and took my cock in his mouth. His performance was magic. His tongue swirled around my limp shaft and head, licking my balls. Within seconds I was hard. To make a long story short, it was an amazing blow job and in the end I pumped jet after jet of my cum down his throat. As I left the shower area I spied my buddy, balls-deep in a guy's ass, fucking him hard. But the conversion part of this story is what you really want right? So my girlfriend problem never got any better and I keep returning to the locker room. Within a few visits I decide to try fucking a guy and found out first hand how much better a guy's ass can be than a girl's pussy. I found myself noticing hot guys more and more, and wondered if I was going gay, especially since I noticed fewer and fewer girls. I guess, however, all that really mattered was that when I walked into the shower room, my cock was always rock hard. Then came 'The night'... I'd gone over as usual, hoping to fuck someone. I undressed and walked into the shower. More guys than usual were clustered in the middle, but that wasn't particularly unusual. I had seen it happen before. Seeing a guy facing the wall, and not engaged with anyone, I headed over that way, but before I took three steps I was grasped from behind by several pairs of hands and forcefully guided to the wall, pinned against it, my legs spread eagle. "What the hell!?" I exclaimed. Someone replied "Well you've been giving out loads for a while. It's time you took some." "What the fuck, man, hey, I'm not gay I don't do that." "We aren't asking you. If I was in your shoes I'd relax and enjoy it." I knew there was a crowd around me and it was clear I wasn't going anywhere. And the only sounds were heavy breathing and the rhythmic sounds of guys stroking their cocks. My cock went instantly soft and I knew I couldn't escape.."Please, man, no, please don't." "Shhhh just relax." I felt fingers probing my virgin ass, opening me up for the first time in my life. The guy fingering me took his time but he wasn't gentle and it hurt. Soft whimpers escaped me as he opened my ass.."No, please, it hurts" I begged, but the guy kept going. Then I could feel his fingers begin to work lube into my ass and I could feel my hole stretching open. He moved behind me and I could feel the tip of his raw cock against my now stretched pussy. "Okay boy I'm gonna pop your cherry. Just relax," he suggested. "No, please, don't, no... please...noo" I whimpered as he began to push his way into my ass. Man did it hurt at first. The thick mushroom head truly opening my virgin ass and drove deep inside. It felt like I was being split in two, but he just drove his shaft in deep and left it there for a moment. I could hear others encouraging him, but some of what they were saying made no sense to me. "Yeah man, fuck that neg hole. Convert that boy. Poz him good." He started working his shaft in and out slowly at first letting me adjust and then with greater force. And as my ass relaxed and he started massaging my prostrate I was shocked to find myself enjoying it...my cock getting hard. I couldn't believe it. I was straight. I wasn't gay. And yet here I was, enjoying a cock in my ass. Tears of shame ran down my face as I confronted the fact I was getting pleasure from the cock in my ass. "Yeah boy, you like this, don't you? Fucking got a big hard-on, don't you?" the guy whispered in my ear, adding "Yeah you like this. I can tell. Fucking tight ass boy. Yeah. You know you're a faggot now, don't you?" He was right: I was. I couldn't help it. As he fucked away, my whimpers of pain had become moans of pleasure. He and everyone watching knew it. "Fucking A boy I'm gonna convert that neg ass of yours. Going to give you the gift. Make you part of the brotherhood." Had I understood what he meant I would have been terrified and would have tried to fight back, but I was clueless and in any case I was still held fast. Hands were groping my cock, stroking it as the group closed in tightly. I heard guys murmur about 'pozzing his ass' and 'milking the last neg load' from my cock. I could tell we were both going to cum very soon. "Tell me you want it, boy. Tell me you want my cum inside your ass." "Yes," I whimpered, "yes, please!" I could feel him shudder as he drove deep inside my ass, his hot juices filling-up my hole. I cried out as my cock fired its own load of cum at the same time. He stood behind me working his cock in my ass.. Working his cum into me. "Yeah pussy boy. That's right. You're one of us now. Part of the brotherhood. And now it's time for another member to give you his load. You want another load, don't you?" "Yes please" I whimpered unable to help myself, "fuck me...." I took six loads that night, all of them poz. By then end my ass was sore and gaping and my boxers couldn't contain the cum leaking down my thighs. A few nights later my buddy who had introduced me to the locker room came by and explained to me what all the poz and neg talk meant. It turns out he had also been pozzed. I cried like a baby and he held me soothing me and explained that it wasn't that bad. How meds could control it - if I wanted, and how now I could get fucked by anyone anytime. And that now now I could pass the gift to others if I wanted to do so. He held me for over an hour and soon we were making out. Truly making out. And that night we made love to each other. Two converted poz gay boys. When it was over we began to make plans to share the gift. But that's a story for another time.

Who here likes piss up the ass? Nothing hotter than the feel of a hard cock in your ass and the warm fill of his piss.

Moderator's Note: The first couple of pages of this story don't have chasing in them. It only starts near the end. I've been lurking on here for a while and decided to post about my experiences slowly progressing from a safe sex only guy to a bareback slut. I don't know how many of these stories I'll post, but if y'all like them, I'll post more. I grew up in the late 80s/early 90s in New York. In my brain back then, everyone who was gay died. I tried hard to hide my sexuality. When I would lapse and mess around with a guy, it was only oral and making out. I never swallowed cum and always felt guilty afterward. Eventually Aaron, a neighbor boy, and I started trying to fuck. It hurt and we stopped most times, until one night in a not yet developed part of his subdivision he fucked me. It was safe that time and every time he fucked me after. I'd always feel guilty after Aaron and I messed around, but we always did it again until I graduated from high school. After that, we only saw each other when I was home from college. Aaron is another story. My freshman year, I didn't really fool around with guys much. I joined a fraternity, dated girls, drank and partied. In was my sophomore year when I met my first boyfriend. He was a medical student, 4 years older than me, at 23. He always topped me and he always used protection. I was also not really satisfied with our sex, but I was in love. That is, until we broke up about a year after we started dating. It was my junior year and I moved out of the fraternity house spring semester because I was tired of having a roommate. I moved in with a straight guy and finally had my own room. I hooked up with a bunch of guys and was learning to top as well as bottom. I was having a blast. I was still all about using condoms every time I fucked back then. I was very serious about only playing safe. Then I turned 21 and my friends and I started going to the gay bars to dance and drink. It's here that I should say I was 6'2", blonde, blue eyes, 185 lbs with a 30" waist and a 7.5"cut cock. I became really popular at the bars, not that I thought anything of it. I would hookup with guys and still always used protection, but the more I drank the more likely I was to get fucked that night by a guy I had just met - white, black, latino, asian, didn't matter as long as they were young and hot. One night, I was dancing on the box in jeans and a pretty tight fraternity t-shirt and this guy got on the box with me and we started grinding. We kissed and went to get a drink. We ran into friends and I learned this guy's name was Matt. We had a few drinks, danced some more, and I could feel his dick getting hard as he was grinding my ass. He said let's have another drink and talk. We went off and talked and drank some more and he turned out to be a really cool guy. Unfortunately, he wasn't a local. He was in town for work and staying with a friend for the weekend. After a while, he kissed me and his hand slipped into my pants and grabbed my ass. We made out at the bar like that for a while and then he pushed me into a darker corner and slipped his hand down the back of my pants and underwear and rubbed my hole. I moaned and I kissed him hard and asked if he wanted to get out of there. We left and went back to his friend's place a few blocks away. He had me naked as soon as we were in the door. I didn't even know if his friend was home, but I was naked and sucking Matt's cock in the living room of this apartment. He was hard and I was getting his cock wet as fuck. I wanted to make him feel good more than anything in that moment. He took his shirt off and then as he got the rest of his clothes off he told me to turn around. I got on all 4s and he ate my ass. No one had ever done that before. I was in heaven. I was moaning and pushing my ass back on Matt's tongue. He ate my ass for about 10 minutes and then he turned me over and we made out and I could taste myself on him. It was so hot. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we must've made out for 20 minutes or more. It felt like forever and I was so into it. The whole time his cock was rubbing in my ass crack and poking at my hole. I knew we should stop and get a condom but I was so turned on and I figured we wouldn't fuck yet. His cock felt so good on my ass that a spread my legs more and just then his cock slipped in my ass about halfway. I was shocked and so was he. We hadn't used any lube and he wasn't trying to penetrate me yet, but there was his cock in my ass bareback. It felt so good. I grabbed his ass and as he looked into my eyes questioningly, I said, "Don't stop. Fuck me." He started to rock his bare cock in and out of my ass. I loved it. No cock had ever felt this good in my ass, On the floor on this random guy's friend's apartment, I was getting barebacked and I loved it. I thought about stopping but I didn't want to. I knew it was dangerous, but it felt so great that I just kept kissing him and saying "Fuck Me." It didn't take long before I felt him getting close to cumming. He started tensing up and I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his ass hard. He looked at me as said, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I said, "Do it. Cum in me." and I pulled him into me as he shot his cum in my ass. I'd never felt anything like it. It felt so good that I came right after he shot his load in me. He said, "Wow that was so hot.' and he slipped his cock out of my ass. He said, let's take a shower and we did. In the shower he said, "I never thought you'd take get fucked bareback. You seem like such a good boy." I told him that was my first time bareback and he got hard immediately. He asked if I wanted his bare cock in me again. I just leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs. He lined up his cock and for the second time ever, I let a cock in me without a condom. He fucked me there until the water got cold and then we went out to the couch in the living room. He slid his bare cock in me again fucked me on the couch on the living room eight next to my jeans where I knew I had a condom in the pocket. I didn't want the condom though. I just was his bare cock. I was on all 4s and he was behind me. He was getting close again and I was jerking my cock. It's then that he said, "Tell me you want my cum." I heard a noise, but was so into getting fucked that I just said loudly, "Cum in my ass." He blew his load into my ass. I was so turned on that I was in a haze. I had just let a dude cum in me again and I loved it. After a few seconds, we looked up and there was his friend who had just seen me getting fucked and heard me begging for cum. He smiled and said, "Glad you're having fun Matt." I was so embarrassed. Matt was too, but less so than me. Matt and I slept together that night for a bit, but I couldn't sleep knowing what I'd just done and been seen doing. I left Matt my phone number and left for my own apartment. I was really freaked out, but that night and for almost a month I jerked off remembering Matt fucking me bareback and cumming in my ass. I told myself I wouldn't fuck again without condoms, but part of me knew that wasn't true.

Part II The parade had been a hoot and getting to ride in it after hurting my ankle was kind of cool too. Wearing nothing but my jockstrap made me a little uneasy but hey, when you hurt to try things sometimes to get a lift. LOL As we crossed the finish line my new buddy told me to just hang on a bit as we were going to head back towards the start a ways to where they had set up a small camp for sales of gay pride items. That way I wouldn't have so far to walk to my car. My ankle was still hurting somewhat, so that sounded pretty good to me. We probably went back a good half of the distance to the start then. My buddy had hopped on the float too and stripped his other clothes off too, down to his jock too. I noticed he did have the same tat as the others and seemed to look to be in better shape than I had thought. Should have known from the way he had basically tossed me up onto the float when I first hurt my ankle, but now I could actually see. We both hung onto the same support bar and were again just passing the time talking about basically nothing. A couple of times we hit bumps or had to brake for other traffic. My buddy, being somewhat behind me, bumped up against me those times. I didn't pay attention until much until some jerk pulled out from a stop sign right in front of us and our driver had to hit the brakes pretty hard. I and my buddy were somewhat thrown on each other, and with laying on my back. I then noticed that I registered his hard which was rubbing up against my ass, which was essentially naked, as the jock strap I was wearing was open in the rear. We gathered ourselves back up and I turned slightly and glanced down. Yep, he was definitely hard as a rock and from what I could see through his jockstrap bulge, he was also very very big. He saw me look and seemed to be somewhat embarrassed. He told me he was sorry about that, but his busy schedule for a while now, had not let him have time for any sex and he was afraid the bumping against me had done him and he couldn't seem to control it rubbing up against my butt. I laughed and responded "No problem. Sorry, I turned you on for nothing though." "It wasn't for nothing as I enjoyed it, even if that's all that happened," he remarked, adding that my ass was really nice and firm. A few minutes later he remarked he would find a way to put his tool to use. We both kind of laughed, at which point he remarked "My boyfriend has been somewhat ill and is at the encampment awaiting my return." He also went on to explain his boyfriend just felt a little out of it, and in any event, and had felt neither up to the walk nor to the ride. He had probably helped set up their stuff though. He told me it would be about 16 tables in somewhat of a circle and they then set up poles in the center with tarps to make a place they could get into and rest or whatever without being seen from outside. We soon arrived at their camp and it did look nice. Away from most traffic but close enough to not be out of the way at all too. It had the tables in a circle, signs about almost anything gay and tops of tables full of things and customers and in the middle a circle of tarps just like he described it to me. He helped me down from the float but putting weight on my ankle still hurt like hell. "Why don't you come in and rest a bit longer and have a drink before walking to my car?" 'What the hell', I thought, I might as well, especially as I had no idea where my friends had gone. He led me in and introduced me to some of the others, and gestured for me to be seated, and asked what I wanted to drink. "Coke would be nice," I replied. "Be right back," he remarked as he disappeared into the kitchen. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes he returned, a Coke in hand, along with a towel in which he had packed some ice for my ankle. He pulled another chair up and had me put my foot up and placed the towel on my ankle. He sat down and we drank our Cokes and talked some more, then he excused himself and said he better help sell a little. He went and another of the guys he had introduced me too came and sat down and we talked a while too. After about an hour my bud came back carrying another Coke for me and asked how I was doing. I stood up and tried a few steps and had to admit it was feeling a lot better but still a little tender. He told me I should just walk around a bit and get used to it before heading out. I started to walk around the center tarps then as he went to wait on another customer. I walked somewhat slowly around looking at their wares as I went. I came to the opening they had made in the tarps to get into them. They were pretty well hidden from view from the tables and they had also taken the precaution, I noticed to not have any goods for sale for about a four or five foot section of the tables there. As I was just starting to go by, I came to an abrupt stop, as I could see from this point behind the tarps. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. There was some sort of swing hung from a frame, and a guy was laying on his back in the swing as another guy stood between his legs. Obviously the one man was fucking the other. I stood there, my mouth agape, I'm sure, for a minute or so. 'Wow', was all I could think. I had never seen two guys having sex before, and it had never occurred to me they would go about it in public. From their moans, however, it sounded like they were both having a good time. I turned to leave, and almost ran my new buddy down. He quietly remarked he was checking to see if I was or wasn't still around, and then he grinned and asked if I was enjoying the show. Then he chuckled, remarking the look on my face was precious. "That's the first first time I've ever seen two guys fucking," I explained. Taking me by the arm he answered "Come here, a sec," leading me right into the middle of the tarps. I have no idea why I let him lead me in there, but I stopped dead once there: not only were there the two guys at the swing but there were two wooden tables nearby on which four more guys fucking, two on a table. I stopped and stared with mouth open. 'What the hell?' was all I could think. "We don't just only come in here for rest but for fun, also," my buddy remarked with obvious satisfaction. Again he laughed again at my look, adding it must be quite a shock to a straight guy like me who had never even seen gay sex before. I had the presence of mind to reply "Sure, it's a shock, but go ahead if you want." I turned to leave, only to step on something with my bad ankle and all but fell almost on top of one of the tables, almost tipping it and the two guys off of on the ground. My bud grabbed me from behind to steady me, as I made my excuses to the two guys I had all but knocked to the ground. A few second passed before I realized my buddy cock was pressed-up against my ass, and that he was about as hard as he had been earlier on the float. "Are you okay," he asked, although I noticed he didn't move away from my body. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just stepped on something," which, as it turned out, was one of the guy's shoes. My buddy had pretty much picked me up off the ground again and then turned to set me down away from the table a little and his huge cock was against my ass the whole time till he set me down. Again, as I turned I looked down he again laughed, and remarked "Sorry about that. Guess that ass of yours just turns me on!" I returned his laugh, and added "It sure must!" Changing the subject, he asked "You want another Coke?" "Sure," I replied. As he turned to get it he then asked if I drank any alcohol. "Sure, Rum and Code is my favorite. The 151 proof stuff that, although strong, seems to me to be smoother." "I think we actually have some of it" he remarked as he began searching through a small cabinet. "Hey, yeah, we do have some," and with that he brought me an ice-cold can of Coke and the rum. I opened the Coke, took a big swig, just to make some room for the rum, and then poured a healthy quantity of rum into the can. He also made himself a drink, and we stood there drinking and chatting, although I couldn't ignore the reality of what was happening a scant few feet from where we were standing. After a minute or so the sounds from the table demanded my attention, and I turned to see the one man was apparently cumming inside the other man. Both men were moaning in pleasure and I could even see that the bottom guy's cock seemed to jump and he started to cum all over himself and he hadn't even touched his cock. 'Amazing', I thought, 'the two guys seem to be in another world'. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. My buddy put his hand on my shoulder and whispered to me, that he thought they were making more noise than normal and probably just showing off for the new guy, me. I looked at him and we both started laughing.

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Got three hot loads buried in my ass Friday night. Two were from a couple I had been trying to get together for about two weeks. Nice looking guys, both of their cocks were thin but long. Got to their place immediately climbed into bed. I started sucking the first guy, the second guy lubed up my hole and slide his hard cock up my ass. Short period of pounding my ass hard and he shot his load. His boyfriend then takes over and slams my ass for about 5 minutes before dumping his load inside me. Then they got up and started to get dressed. I took that to mean the party's over. I am not that fond of cum and goes. So I leave their place with both their loads swimming deep in my tight hole. I still wanted a dick to play with, so I called an old fuckbud. He was turned on by fucking my already freshly seeded hole. He's got a nice 9X6 cock that never goes down. I spent over two hours sucking his dick and making out before he bent me over and slammed his cock into my ass. 45 minutes later he plowed his three day load into me. Left coming home with jizz dripping out my well used hole.

Another addition to my older post. I just turned 67 the end of May. Just over a week ago now, I went to the Iowa Games and competed in the high jump-Gold Medal, long jump-Silver Medal, 100m dash-Silver Medal, 100m hurdles-Silver Medal. Down from last year slightly as this year my blasted asthma kicked the crap out of me and my breathing until about a week before the meet, so NO training basically at all. Last year was 3 Golds and 1 Silver. Put this on here not to brag, but to show that some of 'oldsters' stay in pretty good shape and are ready for anyone of any age to play with. I Damn computer just jumped on me again. Started to say I am about 99% a bottom and can usually keep up with any age person and ready to be bred anytime at all. Come and get this hot pretty well in shape bottom an use it and abuse it and fill it up BB.

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Fuck there's gotta be more of this coming it's too fucking hot to just end there

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/

I knelt and leaned forward, my face in the dirt and my backside upraised. I heard them growl with excitement and a finger rubbed lube into my hole, the long finger nail scratching and piercing my skin. I was panting with excitement and fear as I knelt there helplessly. I didn't want this - or did I? Suddenley, a pair of muscular thighs gripped mine and I felt a huge, slick cock head nosing into me. It stretched me to the limit and I howled with pain. Just when I thought I couldn't take it, the head popped into me and the shaft slid up me with a long, delicious, slippery rush. I gasped and gagged, face down in the dirt, impaled on the enormus cock which began to move sensuously in and out of my bottom. It was too late, much too late for any regrets and I began to meet the man's thrusts whcih were becoming more urgent. "Ahhh.." He grunted "He wants it. Well, little pig, time to knock you up!" I felt his cock swell in me and squealed with pain and pleasure as it began to throb and I knew he was spurting seed into me. He held his cock in me, chucklng with pleasure and raking my ribs with his nails. "Mmmm! That was good. Now just stay there like a good pig whilst they breed you." He got off me and pulled his cock out of my gaping, wet arsehole. Almost immediately, I felt a heavy body on my back and another stiff cock enter me. I was lost, damned and I knew it. But beneath my belly, my cock hung down hard and twitching with pleasure....

I like to say..."Undetectable is the new NEGATIVE".

Undetectable guys are the new safe sex.

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

CHAPTER 5 - A COLD BEER The next day was a scorcher, and Dalton did everyone in the neighborhood a favor by stepping outside in a few scraps of clothing to mow his parents’ lawn. In keeping with tradition, Brian and I stood at our kitchen window watching Neighbor Boy put on a show. Within 10 minutes, the kid’s tank top was soaked through with sweat, so he stopped to peel it off—leaving him in nothing but basketball shorts and tennis shoes. A few minutes after that, his waistband glistened wetly in the sun as it slowly slid down his lower abdomen to reveal a patch of dark fur sprouting up between his bellybutton and his cock. While Brian fingered my hole and I jacked my dripping poz cock, I told him we should invite the kid over for a cold drink—and maybe put on a little show of our own. My husband flashed a wolfish smile in response. And without saying another word, he stepped out toward the pool while I made my way toward the front door. * * * “Hey, bud—it’s fucking hot out here today. Can I offer you a beer?” I stood on the front porch wearing nothing but a pair of soccer shorts, waving a can of beer in Dalton’s direction. He looked a little surprised—I don’t think he expected us to be supplying him with alcohol—and responded with a friendly nod. I headed back inside, leaving the door cracked open. Moments later, he walked through the door, still shirtless. “I took off my shoes,” he said. “Is it cool for me to be in here? I don’t want to drip sweat everywhere.” “Sure, bud,” I replied, handing him the beer. “Drink up. Lots more where that came from.” He tilted his head back to chug the beer. As he did so, he inadvertently thrust his hips forward to reveal the clear outline of his fleshy cock. He killed the can in a single giant gulp. “You obviously need another one,” I said, tossing him a second can. Just as he opened it, I heard a door slide open behind me. It was Brian returning from the pool. I kept my gaze on Dalton—and just as I expected, the kid’s eyes suddenly went wide. I feigned curiosity and turned around to see what Dalton was staring at. And there was my husband, stark naked, dripping wet, his fat hole-wrecker of a cock fully erect, its thick dorsal vein pointed directly toward the taut, sweaty abs of Neighbor Boy. “Jesus, Brian!” I said, doing my best to appear mortified. “Put some fucking clothes on. We’ve got a guest.” “My God, Dalton—I’m so sorry,” he said, grabbing a towel from the guest bathroom and wrapping it around his waist. “No worries, dude,” Dalton replied quietly, his eyes locked on his beer can as his face flushed red. My gaze traveled down toward his crotch. Just as I’d hoped—and though he was trying to hide it with his free hand—the bulge in his shorts had grown noticeably thicker, causing that sweat-soaked waistband to slide a little lower. All three of us stood there in silence for a moment. Then Dalton shot a quick, guilty glance in my direction, gulped down the rest of his beer, and gave me a stiff nod. “Better get back to work,” he said, his voice shaking just the tiniest bit. “Thanks for the cold beers.”

I'm a bottom and most guys who fuck me hard enough that it hurts or even make me bleed seem to really get turned on by it. Rarely does anyone stop.

When I was newly single and started going to bathhouses, I always stuck to my type. Half of the time I would leave without any action. Later I realized that if I wanted a boyfriend, I should look elsewhere, and if I wanted sex, I should take what I could get. The best advice I ever gave myself.

I love to suck strange cock through a gloryhole

In the past 12 months I have finally shaken off what I saw as my last bastion of "respectability." As a total bottom slut for 20 years and the last 13 of them as a positive cum dump you become increasingly aware of the general disdain tops have for bottom sluts. Sure, they like to fuck you, get dirty with you and use you as their cumdump - but they generally don't want you as a partner, a dinner guest or appreciate the need bottom sluts have for cock and seed. They just don't understand the sheer bliss a bottom slut gets from having a hard cock in them, and as often as they can get it. It takes a special man who wants a slut for his partner, that understands their need for cock and seed, and appreciates that they are generally going to get fucked everytime there is a stiff cock around and their dominant male ownership factor is overcome. The last mental barrier I had was men who were "partnered" or in "open relationships". I am sure many of them have fucked me in venues, at naked sex parties or in beats, but I didn't know as quite often I have been fucked senseless by men who have not even spoken to me. But if I was online prowling for cock, I would skip over ads from tops who were "committed" in "open relationships", "happily partnered" or similar. Towards the middle of last year, I was on BBRTS and this "happily partnered" top hit me up - his cock looked lovely and I was horny (as usual) so I unlocked without really checking his profile. He messages back with "nice arse luv to fuck that" and unlocked his pics as well. When I saw the "happily partnered" bit my conscience kicked in and I said something like I was not really into "married guys". He messaged back that all was cool and his partner knew everything and nothing was a secret - and I kept drooling over his cock pics and my mancunt was twitching so I lost the plot and agreed to go to his place. My first surprise came when his partner, John, opened the door. I felt awkward yet he did not disarmed by my presence. Patrick soon came into the lounge room to meet me, quick introduction and he said "let's go upstairs", taking me by the hand to lead me. I was relieved at that as I did not want the chit chat and kissy kissy talk shit, I just wanted this man to fuck me. He was everything his pictures indicated and in no time we were naked and I was chowing down on his beautiful thick 8" cut cock. Boy could this man fuck! A couple of minutes into the fuck he started to get loud and verbal - which I normally like and reciprocate yet I still felt awkward knowing his partner was sitting downstairs listening to the love of his life fuck the arse off me. Four changes of positions and 20 minutes later he was whitewashing the walls of my arse with his seed. I waited - not knowing where to from here - you get used to men heading for the shower to wash you off their cock, or just getting up an giving you a "thanks" for taking their load. To my surprise he threw my jocks at me and said "put these one and we will go downstairs and have a drink. I obliged (as I do with what most tops tell me to do). He poured me a wine opened a beer and we sat at the dining table where John joined us also with a beer and we had a bit of small talk. As I looked at John I kept thinking how lucky he was to have a wonderful top like Patrick. 20 minutes later Patrick said "ready to go again" ... of course I was, I just nodded. He walked over to where I was sitting and started rubbing his crotch in my face. The slut in me went straight into overdrive as I started gently nibbling on his fattening cock through his underwear. He was rubbing my head when he said "do you mind if John watches and takes some pics of me fucking you - he likes watching me fuck other sluts". At that point I would have said yes to anything - my hole was twitching at the thought of him giving me another pounding. I took my mouth away from his now fully fat cock long enough to nod. Again he took my arm and we went up the stairs with his hand rubbing my arse and his partner following. The pounding was better than the first one, and I got verbal with him telling him how wonderful his cock was, what a great root he was and what a great body he had. At one point he was hammering me missionary and I glanced over at John who was sitting on a chair taking pics and watching his man fuck me. I started nibbling on Patrick's neck, licking his body and started to enjoy putting on a show for his partner - knowing I was giving his man what he didn't - a total slut arse to use for his convenience. After he dropped his wad in me John looked somewhat astonished at how I dutifully got to work cleaning up his cock with my mouth, sucking the last strands of seed out of his slit and polishing his balls and kissing his cock - till he had enough and pulled away. I could tell by the look on his face that the show was over. I had done what he needed me for and he walked over and kissed his partner and said "this is one perfect slut." I somehow found it all erotic and John was busy SMS'ing me the shots he had taken of Patrick fucking me. I left with my arse on fire - I had just had to head to town to go to a backroom as I wanted more before I blew my stack and he had opened me up perfectly. Once my arse is off the chain it is totally connected to my brain and I just have to have cock in me. Since then I have targeted "partnered men" and have had some astonishing fucks. I try to be the "perfect slut" and be everything they fantasise about and won't do with their partners. In fact this afternoon I am headed for a hotel in the city where two guys visiting Sydney want me to be the "other hole" for the top - whose cock pics also look lovely. They want to vid the fucking which is fine with me - I get his husband's seed and he gets to watch how a "perfect slut" operates for his man.

It has been couple of days since I left my slave at my dealer bud, Rod's place in the hands of him and his two young sons. Rod gave me goodies as a gift when I left and I used them after work and stayed horny. Rod's sons were nice enough to send me some video files of them with my slave and another young white slave as they used them. I was so horny after days of after-work highs and watching the sex videos of young men so I rang up Rod after work on Friday. Rod invited me over but warned me how both slaves might be exhausted after days of sex and drugs. As I entered Rod's apartment, I saw a young black boy right behind me. Rod's younger son knew the black boy as he welcomed both of us into the dark apartment. Rod was in his bedroom talking to someone on the phone. The living room was really dark except the light from the TV screen which played the video of two sex slaves. Both slaves were on the floor watching themselves while my Asian slave pumped a huge vibrator into the young white slave's hungry hole. Through his moans, the white slave was still asking for more cocks to fuck him. Rod's younger son looked annoyed as he stared down at the young white boy's body on the floor. He put his foot on his face and started to push his toes into white slave boy's mouth. The moaning and the begging for more cock fucking from the white slave was silenced by a young man's foot gagging. "Finally some peace. This bitch has been asking for more cocks for days now and it's so fucking annoying." Young man bend down to slap the white boy's cheeks under his foot and told him to shut up. White slave boy's eyes teared up but his slim white cock and his nipples stayed hard through the slapping. My Asian slave started to fuck the big vibrator in and out of the white boy's hole really hard. The white slave's body was rocking hard on the rubber cock and Rod's young son replaced his foot with his soft cock as he sat over the white boy's head. Few minutes later, the young boy held the the white boy's head on his cock and started to piss into the white boy's throat. White slave started to twist his body probably in an effort to free himself but both the young boy pissing and my Asian slave kept the white slave boy down. My Asian slave stopped fucking the white boy and pulled the huge vibrator out of his hole in one long pull. The white boy closed his eyes as his body felt so empty. My Asian slave started to rub his hands all over the white slave's body as he whispered right next to the slave's ears and the encouragement to swallow the young boy's piss. My Asian slave's small hands wrapped around the the white slave's neck, started to massage the white boy's throat. Soon after that, white boy's throat muscle was flexing and his adam's apple moved up and down as the white boy started to drink young boy's piss. Rod's son pissed for a long time and alot down the throat of the white slave who couldn't swallow fast enough and started to leak around the young cock. The piss had very strong odor and it filled the whole living room immediately. Young boy didn't want to make too much of mess in his living room so he pulled up the white slave's body slowly as his pissing cock remained deep in the white boy's throat and dragged him into the bathroom. My Asian slave stayed on the living room floor on his knees and was quickly approached by a young naked black boy who looked barely 16 yo. I didn't notice him the whole time since we entered the apartment but he seemed to enjoy what he saw as he was sporting a very big black erection. The young boy had a freakish huge cock. My Asian slave being trained well on deep throat sucking showed some trouble and paused about half way. As the young black boy's cock kept my Asian slave's mouth wide open, lots of saliva started to leak out of slave's lips. The boy's big black cock was getting shiny as it got wet. The young black boy was smiling as he looked down at the Asian slave and he grabbed the Asian's hair and pulled back. The black boy bent down to make direct eye contact with the Asian slave's and said, "Hello, Mister Yi. Or should I call you, Chris?" The Asian slave looked a bit puzzled as they stared at each other's face. Then he let out a loud gasp as he recognized the face of the young black boy. "Do you remember me now? I was in your first period class. I know you were a cock sucker when you couldn't stop staring at my morning hard on sometimes. But I didn't know you were such a dirty bitch." My Asian slave looked really embarrassed but the young man tightened his grab of hair and pulled tighter. Quickly my Asian slave's body relaxed under the young black boy's control showing his submission. Rod's younger son returned without the white slave boy and asked the young black boy if he broke the truth. Rod's younger son, Ryan is 18 YO and his older brother Ron is 20 YO and they go to the same school with the young black boy, Marc. Ron was in juvie sometime for sexual assault of an older lady while on drugs few years ago. Their school is also a work place of my Asian slave as I found out. Marc recognized the face from the videos that Ryan posted on his site and they wanted to have some fun with their teacher. As Ryan and Marc talked about their teacher, the cock sucking dirty slut and laughed at him, my Asian slave started to get more aroused. His body seem to enjoy humiliation. Slave started to moan softly around Marc's cock as he bobbed his head little by little taking slightly more of Marc's cock in. Marc was amused by the effort and and helped him by pushing the head down with more pressure. Ryan's cock got hard and as he positioned it near the Asian hole, my slave spread his cheeks for Ryan. Ryan spit on the hole and on his cock and put a little pressure to pop the head of his cock in the hole. Once his head popped in through the tight ring, he wrapped his arms around the waist of slim Asian teacher and started to piss into the hole. Ryan felt the flat stomach muscles of Asian teacher flexing under his embrace to accommodate his hot piss. He felt the tight slim stomach bulging out filled with his piss and as he continued his hold on the body and the pissing, the Asian teacher's body started to drink his piss deeper into himself. "Good bitch" Ryan thought as his pissing slowed down and he started to move in and out of the hole. He slapped the ass really hard few times and it helped his cock to grow back hard. Marc slapped the face at the same time as he pushed into the throat. Soon the Asian teacher buried his nose at Marc's pubic hair as he fucked back to Ryan. Ryan's piss must have lots of chem in it as the Asian teacher started to get high again. I enjoyed watching two young man using their teacher for sex while high on drugs so I handed them a pipe and slammed my Asian slave with the boys' help. I also gave some K to the Asian boy so he can take Marc's freaky cock if it came to that. I opened my tablet and started to broadcast the sex being careful not to expose two young boy's face in it. As Marc and Ryan had more drugs, they started to get more aggressive. Soon they were not only beating the inside of the Asian with their hard cocks, but they were slapping and punching their teacher as well as they recalled incidents of their teacher being unfair to them. My Asian slave started to welcome their beating as well as their fucking. He started to cry as his cock kept on cumming without being touched. Their fucking and beating got loud enough for Rod to come out of his room still on the phone to tone the noise down. But as he watched the fucking of two young boys and hearing the background story of their aggressive fucking, Rod got so turned on. The person on the phone was curious as well so I told him the address of the broadcast. Two young boys took advantage of the Asian slave's hole being unusually more open as he was on K, and pushed both their cocks in together. The Asian's hole got ripped and started to bleed but the boys didn't stop fucking and the Asian slave didn't resist either. After both of them came in the hole, Marc started to piss in it. Ryan pulled out his softening cock and some piss leaked out. Marc told his Asian teacher to tighten his hole and not let any of his piss leak out. Ryan and Marc lifted the Asian teacher's slim body with Marc's cock still lodged deep inside and sprayed piss in the hole. They walked into the bathroom and got in the tub before they yanked the body off the cock. The Asian hole didn't close quick enough and splashed piss. Rod and I followed into the bathroom and decided to piss on the Asian slave as well. As we covered the whole body with our piss, the Asian was on the tub floor semi-conscious. I wanted to see him getting a little taste of my piss so I pushed down on his cheek with my foot. The boys mouth opened a little and Rod pushed his toes into it. The Asian slave opened his mouth wider by instinct and stuck his tongue out to lick the toes. We aimed our piss on it and ordered him to drink up. His adams apple moved up and down on his thin long neck as he obeyed. He reeked when we were done with him so we turned the water on him before we joined two young boys. Then I wondered about the white slave. Rod told me that the boy loved getting fucked any way the men wanted but wasn't submissive enough so he needed to be punished. The white slave boy was chained and locked in a cage in Rod's bedroom . He had a ball gag in his mouth to keep him quite. Rod's older son, Ron was on the desk next to the cage and had long candles burning. He poured the hot wax on the white boy's body when he got bored and saw the white boy reacting to it. And slowly the white boy loving the burn of the hot wax on his skin. We all felt hungry and decided to go out for food. Ron poured remaining wax on the white boy's body and it covered almost whole body of the small white slave. I took the last bit of it and made sure to cover his white cock and balls with candle wax. To our amusement, the boy's white cock started to shoot cum when I covered it with hot wax. We stopped at the bathroom to turn off the water and bound the now unconscious Asian slave by the toilet before we headed out.

Love to piss in a guys ass after I finish fucking him. Like to see how long he can hold it then when he lets loose feel it run down my balls. Sometimes I put a bucket underneath to collect my piss and then I can also feed it back to him again.

I think younger than 12 really. my father molested and raped me my entire life and i loved it! i wish when i was 10 my father and i couldve been open about our relationship. plus my dad wouldve let me dress like a little girl everyday

Awesome - sounds like you guys had a blast - love to hear it...

The right age, is the age a person wants to get fucked at.

I don't quite understand the line of questioning that happen in some of these forum threads. The forum is breedingzone.com, ergo, won't most guys on this forum advocate bareback? Thus, most of the guys on this forum will hardly be unbiased.

Only if they want to become poz.

I was ready for cock about age 10/11 (but was 12/13 before I sucked an older guy's cock - and prob 13/14 before I got my ass busted open) so for me the age would be about 12. Wish I was 12 again and could hookup with some of the hot dads on here.

I started hooking up in a park by my house with men when I was 13. If I knew about it when I was 11 or 12, I would have started then.

Sunday afternoon. Answered a few craigslist ads the only one that responded back with an actual address was a couple north of town. It was a 45 minute drive but worth it. One daddy, one jock, two raw cocks 5 loads when it was over.

Met a guy on craigslist, hooked up at his condo pool changing rooms, he sucked me hard, then i bent him over the sink area and fucked a load in him, watching myself in the mirror in front of me. Creamed his hole, pulled out, pushed him down to suck my cock clean, then bent him over again and seeded him again. Made him suck me clean, then out the door i went.