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Here is my last load , in the ass of a 23 year old power bottom !

Part 2 My body already felt tired and aching, yet I knew the night wasn’t over yet. The skinhead picked me up by my arm, and dragged me over to the sling, dropping me into it and leaving me for a moment. He came back with the rubber strap for my arm, another needle and the marker pen. Before setting me up for a second hit, he drew two small lines on my chest with the pen. “You’ll be wanting to keep track.” He said with a cocky grin as he wrapped the rubber strap around my arm and stuck the needle in. “This will hit you a lot harder than the last one, mate! Just you fucking wait. You’re not going to remember a whole fucking lot about tonight, but what stays in your head will be with you for the rest of your life!” And with that, he whipped off the rubber strap and sensation flooded me once more. “But don’t worry. Everything you don’t remember will still be recorded!” I watched myself in the mirror that was on the ceiling above the sling, and if I looked to the side I could still see myself in the mirrors for the fucking bench. Cum was leaking out of my ass, which felt empty, desperate to be filled again. Like the Indian, the skinhead seemed to just vanish, and I was left alone. I had no idea how long I was left alone for, I doubt I could have kept track of time even if there was a clock or windows or anything that would indicate it. I just hung there, waiting. My head was swimming and my cock had grown soft. Suddenly, he was there again. The black leather daddy. I didn’t even notice he was there till the door slammed shut behind him. His leather jock was gone, but he had kept his chaps and harness. He crossed the room without a word, and I saw bouncing between his legs a cock much bigger than either of the ones I’d had so far. Without waiting and without word, he lined his cock up with my ass and shoved it in, all the way in, sinking inch after inch into me with only his friends cum as lube. He must have been 12 inches, if not more, but he slid right in till I couldn’t see his cock at all between my body and his. Only once he was all the way inside me did he say anything. His hand shot down and clamped around my throat, and he growled “Say it.” “I’m a stupid whore!” I declared, half slurring. He pulled most of the way out and slammed back into my ass, and again he ordered ‘say it’. “I’m a stupid fucking whore!” I said, louder, and he repeated his actions again. “I’m a stupid fucking whore!” I yelled this time, and it seemed to be enough. He took hold of my hips and began fucking me harder and faster than either of the previous two. If the cuts from the last cock were causing me any pain, I was easily too far gone to feel it. All I could feel was the incredible pounding of a full twelve inches being thrust into me over and over again. I couldn't help but watch myself in the mirror above me, watching that huge meat keep disappearing into my ass. Whenever I looked at the man fucking me, he held my eye contact, never blinking or slowing down. He was like a machine. It was all I could do to hold onto the chains above my head as I swung in rhythm with his thrusts. It seemed impossible, but he eventually started getting even more aggressive, and from that and his animalistic grunts, I knew he was getting close to the edge. I forced my ass to clamp around his cock as tight as I could manage, and the smirk that appeared on his face told me it was helping. I wanted to milk his cock for every drop - as far as i was concerned, this would be the load that converted me. The Indian and the skinhead may have gone first, but I'll always say that it was this load, shot into me by twelve inches of raw black cock, attached to a leather clad monster of a man that made me what I am. The pounding seemed to last forever, but finally, he let out a powerful howl of pleasure, rammed himself as far into me as he would go, and I felt him erupting into me, shooting his load deep into me, much, much deeper than either of the others had reached. Like them, he started fucking it into me as his orgasm ended, and I kept my ass as tight as I could the whole time, not wanting anything to escape. Finally, though I would have kept him there forever if I could, he pulled out, and I felt more cum dribbling down my ass despite my best effort to keep it all inside me. It was only after he pulled out that I became aware once more of the room around me - we weren't alone anymore, and it wasn't the two guys from earlier, though the skinhead was still among them. There must have been at least ten guys there now, all at various levels of undress. Two guys, both looking to be about my age, were on their knees, sucking whatever cock was stuck in their mouths. The others came in all shapes and sizes - there were two more black guys, another skinhead, an older guy who did not look healthy, but the massive cock between his legs distracted me from that. One guy looked quite near my age, though bulking with muscle, and a few of the others looked like they spent most of their time behind a desk. None of them had a cock as small as my boyfriends, though none as large as the one that had just wrecked me either. The skinhead from before stepped forward and once again strapped a rubber strap around my arm, and marking the third load on my chest with the pen. Before he'd even finished giving me the injection, the old, sick looking guy stepped forwards and plunged his cock into my ass, moaning something about how slick and cummy my ass was as he started fucking me, to the encouragement of the crowd. Once the strap was gone, I was gone. What followed was a blur of cocks being rammed up my ass and down my throat by all sorts of guys. The skinhead took me twice more, and at one point I was put over the fucking bench and spitroasted by the two black guys. Even the twinky cocksuckers had a go with me, calling me a runt or a bottom bitch. At some point, long before they were done with me, I must have passed out, as eventually my memory of the night cuts out entirely. When I regained consciousness the the next evening, I was alone. My bag of clothes had been left near where I had been dumped. I staggered to my feet and over to the mirror, struggling to walk. My legs and ass ans back and stomach were all covered in now drying cum, though I could still feel the moistness inside. I wondered how long they kept fucking me after I'd passed out. I inspected the marks on my body - I was covered in bites, and areas that were now beginning to bruise. The tally marks on my body were blurred by sweet, but I counted 24 marks, at least. The writing on my back was hard to read, but I could tell that it said "Stupid Whore". The writing near my ass was nearly completely unreadable - I could only vaguely make out the words 'Neg' and 'Poz'. I looked all around the house, but there was no one to be found anywhere, nor anything in any of the rooms. There was a bathroom, but it apparently had no water going to it, as I couldn't get anything to come through any of the fittings. Resigned to the fact that I'd have to walk home in my current state, I went back downstairs and dressed myself. I knew my partner wouldn't be home for a few days - more than enough time to recover and for the marks to fade to a level that he wouldn't notice. As i left, I wondered how long it would take for the virus to work its way through me and into him.

Part 1. I was being fucking stupid, I knew that from the start. I knew it when I was at home, cleaning myself out and shaving everything below the neck. I knew it when I left and got the train to some place I'd never heard of before. I knew it when I walked up the drive to the address I was given and knocked on the door. And I especially knew it when the door was opened. Standing butt naked, letting me in, was an indian guy, small but with a huge cock, which was already rock solid. The second I was in, it was too late for me to stop being stupid - I was immediately forced to my knees. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked it, tasting his skin and precum on my tongue. His cock was just as big as it looked in the pictures. A solid nine inches, thick and brown. He forced it down my throat, gripping my blonde hair tightly, with no regard for any pain he caused me. After a few thrusts, he let go, pulling his cock out and smacking me with it, leaving a splat of my spit and his precum on my face. He led me from the hallway into the next room - I knew not to get off my knees, but to crawl behind him. The room should have been a living room, but if it ever had normal furniture, that had all been stripped out and replaced with a sling, a fucking bench, and table that I couldn’t see the top of, and the contents of which I could only guess at. There was also set up several cameras, positioned so that they wouldn't get in the way of what was to come. There were three people in the room - the 9 inch Indian who had let me in and fucked my throat already, a white skinhead, as naked as the first guy and with a chunky piercing in the tip of his chunky eight inch cock, plus several other piercings throughout his body, and a black guy, fully dressed in leather chaps, a jock and a waistcoat that did little to cover his muscular body. I knew to crawl straight over to this one and kiss both his boots, then wait. No one spoke, and without needing direction, the skinhead went to the table and pulled from behind it an empty backpack. He dropped it next to me, and I knew I was allowed to stand, though only briefly, to strip down to my jock, putting my shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt and what little possessions I brought with me all in the bag. The skinhead took it away again, and flung it unceremoniously through an open door on the other side of the room, behind the sling. Then he and the Indian converged on me. The Indians dick slipped between my exposed buttcheeks, grinding against my hole, still slick from my spit. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, his body fully pressed against mine. The skinhead, meanwhile, stood in front of me, between me and the leather clad man. He took my nipples between his fingers and started twisting them harshly as he forced his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. A metal stud on his tongue smacked against my teeth as it slivered in, filling my mouth almost as much as the cock had earlier. I moaned into his mouth, and felt his cock hardening against me, the ring going through it rubbing against my now bulging jock pouch. Behind me, the Indian started kissing and biting my neck, sinking his teeth in deep. I pushed my ass out against his cock, I wanted him to fuck me right now, though I knew he wouldn't. They were only trying to see if I’d lose my nerve and beg them to let me leave, but there was no chance of that. Sure enough, with a snap of fingers behind the skinhead, both bodies suddenly separated from mine, so quickly that I nearly fell over, having not noticed that I had been using them to support myself. I immediately sank to my knees again, and looked up at the ringleader. He reached out and grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me across the room. Still holding my hair, he made me look into a full length mirror behind the fucking bench. I'd always been skinny, and my pale, hairless body looked smaller than ever in comparison to the bulking black monster that held me so firmly. The skinhead and Indian had begun kissing and wanking each others dicks while they waited for the leather Daddy to do his thing. "Say it." He said. He didn't shout, and yet the command was barked with harsh force. "I'm a stupid whore, Sir." I answered, not breaking eye contact with him through the mirror. I knew every word of what I had to say off by heart. I knew it was all being recorded too. "And why are you a stupid whore?" He asked, tightening his grip in my curly blonde hair, making me wince, but not stumble from the plan. "Because I came here tonight." I answered. "What's going to happen to you here?" "You're going to pump me full of drugs." I answered. "Then you're going to fuck me and pump me full of your cum." At this point, his other hand came round and gripped my throat. I could feel his leather covered cock pressing into my back. "And you want that?" I answered yes and he asked "Why?" "Because I want your toxic loads." I answered, and he demanded 'why' again. "Because I'm fucking stupid, but my boyfriend is stupider. He cheated on me, so I'm going to become a poz fucker and convert him too!" I didn't break eye contact the entire time. And with that, no more words were said. Pulling me by my throat, he dragged me back across to the other two, where they took it in turns to ram their cocks down my throat. Meanwhile, I could only hear the leather Daddy as he did something near the box and drug board. It didn't take long before both guys were going all the way down to the hilt in my throat. My nose buried into the hair of the Indian - I'd never taken anything in me that big before. My pathetic boyfriends cock wasn't even six inches, and barely tickled the back off my throat. I struggled and gagged around it, and he showed no sign of caring about my difficulty, gripping my head tight and fucking my mouth. When the skinhead took over, his dick might not have gone down as far, but the P.A. scratching inside me made it all the more difficult to take. He forced it down even harder than the Indian. Behind me, I heard boots approach once more. He dropped several things down, then grabbed my hips and pulled, making me stick my ass out as far as it would go without stopping me from reaching the cocks I was serving. I felt something on my back - he was writing on my shoulders with a pen, though I was too distracted by my work to follow it in my mind and work out what he wrote. After that, he moved lower down and wrote something else, that took longer, then I felt him draw an arrow on each of my ass cheeks, pointing to my hole. After that, they all moved together, like a planned attack. I was pulled to my feet, with the Skinhead wrapping his arms around me and holding me still, while the Indian held out my arm. The leather Daddy wrapped a strap around my arm and pulled it tight. It was over in a flash. Needle in, injected, out, strap off. With that, my head, my whole body suddenly burst with sensation. I coughed as I was shoved back to my knees, and a cock filled my mouth again. I didn't even know who's at first, though the piercing soon tipped me off. I didn't need any help to force myself down to the base this time - I swallowed it with a greedy hunger. At the same time, I felt a probing in my ass, and immediately thrust my hips out to meet it. The Indians tongue pushed straight into my waiting hole, where I felt it wiggle and squirm, shoving itself in and out and in again. I moaned around the skinheads cock as I got tongue fucked. This went on for a while, till the Indian guy stopped and repositioned himself so that his cock was pressed against my ass. The cock in my throat was pulled out so quickly, i worried for a moment that the piercing might cut something. All fear was quickly erased though, as a strange mask was forced over my nose and mouth. I breathed in deeply without even thinking - it smelled heavily of some chemical, and I knew I'd smelt it before in gay bars. It was poppers, and my already airy head was swimming after a few breaths, but the Indian held it on even still. I pushed my ass out against his cock again, moaning into the mask. I felt his spare hand slip between us and, with the precision of a pro, he lined up his cock with my hole. Still wet and desperate to be filled, my ass barely put up a fight, and the nine inches of cock shoved straight down till I could feel his pubes and his balls slap against me. I moaned, loudly, into the poppers mask. My virginity, which I could never convince my completely bottom boyfriend to take, despite his promises, was shattered in an instant. The Mask was dropped from my face as the Indian wrapped his arms around me. Our bodies were touching as much as they could, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he started pounding my hole. He had mounted me like a dog, and panted like one in my ear, occasionally kissing or biting or sucking on my neck. Meanwhile, the skinhead circled around us like a predatory animal, growling encouragements to his friend, or insults to me. "Fuck that little cunt!" He said. "Fill that hole - he'll never want it empty again." I was practically being fucked into the floor at this point, but the skinhead knelt down in front of me, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up, all without disturbing the pounding the Indian was giving my ass at all. He waved his cock in my face, smacking it against my cheeks and knocking the piercing against my lips. "See this?" He asked me. "You know what I'm going to do once he's done? I'm going to ram this right up your fucking cunt, and fuck you so fucking hard that you'll get all torn up inside. Our cum and our bug will go right into your blood. You're not walking away from this without it. No fucking chance!" And with that, he forced his cock down my throat and started fucking it. His words had got me so hot, I could feel my cock beneath me, rock hard, despite being crushed by my weight and the force of the Indian fucking me. It had slipped from my jock, and I was leaking precum - the only neg cum in the room, I thought, and that made me even harder. The Indian was obviously encouraged by what he heard too, as the speed and the force of his fucking picked up. He started moaning louder and louder, and each thrust seemed to slam down harder and harder. The whole time, the skinhead had been running his hands through my hair, half stroking, half pulling as he fucked my mouth. Finally, with a mighty howl, the Indian shoved his cock deep into my ass, his body convulsed, and I could feel his hot load blow up into me. Shot after shot blasting up, coating the insides of my ass completely. It felt like more cum than I'd ever seen one person produce before, and as his orgasm subsided, he started fucking his load into me again. Both cocks left me at the same time, the one in my ass now softer than the one in my throat. In my haze, I didn’t even see the Indian disappear from the room, he just seemed to vanish. The skinhead didn’t, and instead pulled me to my feet and forced me across the room, towards the fucking bench. He slammed me over it, grabbing both my arms and pinning them to my back with one hand, while the other grabbed my hair once more and yanked, pulling my head and holding it in a position so that I had to stare at the mirror in front of us. I noticed then that we were the only ones in the room - the black leather daddy had slipped out at some point. The skinhead needed no help to get his cock lined up with my hole, and rammed his pierced dick straight into the cum filled hole, making me moan and close my eyes. With a jerk of his hand in my hair, he half-yelled at me. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes, faggot!” He growled, shaking my head and fucking my ass hard. “You’re going to watch me convert your fucking ass, got it?!” I nodded as best I could, and I didn’t break eye contact with his reflection again. He didn’t take long, but I felt each and every thrust into me. With every few thrusts of his hips, he’d change how he fucked me. First he forced himself in as deep as he could and kept it there, moving only slightly as he bucked and grinded into my hole. After that, he pulled out completely, and repeatedly stabbed all the way back down to the hilt before pulling all the way out again, spearing me multiple times - the piercing making itself known with each and every penetration. I could tell he was getting close when he began fucking me properly, not pulling out but making me feel the full length of his eight inches as he pounded into my ass. The whole while, he kept talking. “Stupid fucker!” He said. “No fucking clue what you’re doing to yourself! This viral load is going to knock you right the fuck up! Better be ready for it! Are you fucking ready for it?!” He demanded to know. I yelled out. “Ah fuck yeah! I want your load in me! I want to be a poz Fucker like you!” My words obviously got him going, as with a wordless shout, he slammed deep into my ass and released his load. It went on just as long as the first load I took, and he began fucking it into me as well, though he went on longer than the Indian had, pounding my ass. I could feel the slickness in there, and some of the cum dribbled out of my ass and down my balls, which hung underneath, smacking into the fucking bench whenever the skinhead slammed back in. Finally, the skinhead pulled out. He let go of my hair, but not my arms. Once his cock was free, I felt him shove several fingers in instead, and I could feel his nails digging into the walls of my ass. “Gonna make fucking sure!” He said and, sure enough, when he pulled out his fingers and showed them to me in the reflection, I could see some blood mixed in with the cum. With that, he let go of me, and once again forgetting to support my own weight, I slid off the side of the bench, falling into a pile on the floor.

Chapter III. The music picked up and the few guys standing around wearing clothes started to disrobe, jerking off to the live sex show unfolding before them. Brad was still dressed, and knelt down to my boy’s ass. He spread my boy’s cheeks and sunk in two fingers. My boy’s hole opened up to accept those fingers. Seed started to burble up onto Brad’s fingers. He held them up to my mouth and I sucked them clean. My boy moaned and started fingering his own asshole. “You ever seen this much cum leaking out of his hole before?” I shook my head. “I bet all the tops’ cocks are going to be filthy cummy messes when they pull out of him. How does that make you feel?” “Hot as fuck…” I gasped out seeing stranger’s cum, at least some of it POZ, trailing down my boy’s thighs. Brad stood up and summoned two guys to come forward. I recognized one of them as they bartender who had made our drinks earlier. I thought I was seeing double and then realized that they were twins. They held hands as they walked forward. One of them grabbed my boy’s hips and pulled his black boxer briefs down as a huge dick plopped out. The other guy approached my boy’s mouth and gagged him with his cock. Choking on one dick, the twin’s brother entered my boy and started jackhammering his pussy. I could see white frothy cum being forced out of my boy’s ass and around the base of his dick. He didn’t last long and pulled out, blowing his load on my boy’s ass, then working his seed in as deeply as it would go with some hardcore thrusts.. His brother flipped my boy over and sunk his bare dick into the hole that his twin had just bred. The first twin smacked his cummy dick across my face and nodded to Brad, who had lost his shirt by this time, revealing a tattoo peeking out of his pants on his hip. I shuddered to think it might be a biohazard symbol. Brad guided that cummy dick into my mouth for me to clean off. I wrapped my hands around to his ass and was surprised to find it leaking cum too; I had figured that this alpha stud would have been a top. I sucked my finger clean of some stranger’s cum and the guy leaned down. “My brother and I share everything, even Brad’s dirty cum!” He kissed me and then pushed away and disappeared as I took in the suggestion that Brad was POZ. The other twin took his time, but I knew he was close as he picked up the pace. He didn’t pull out to cum, nor did he go balls deep, pulling out so just the head of his cock was in my boy’s hole. I watched as his balls contracted, spewing seed inside my boy. He pulled out and nodded to Brad, who guided his cummy cock into my mouth, which I dutifully cleaned, swallowing every drop of the mix of several dudes’ cum. Brad smiled in approval as I fingered the other brother’s cummy hole too. With my chin dripping cum, Brad stood me up and pulled my shorts down, leaving me just in my jockstrap. He summoned George who bent me over on the sofa, next to my boy, who was, by this time, taking another raw cock. George started eating my ass as he held my hands behind my back. I turned my head just as the guy fucking my boy started to cum, shooting his cum deep inside. George pulled off of my ass and sucked a mouthful of cum from my boy’s pussy, spitting it into my own hole. Another guy started fucking my boy as George slapped my bare ass with his cock. He put all of his body weight on me, pressing me into the cushions and hissing into my ear. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna breed you, like I bred your boy. You’re gonna take my gift, then Brad’s gonna breed you both. Think you can handle that?” I nodded in approval, letting go of control. George released my hands, and they immediately started spreading my cheeks wide, preparing to take his cock, and his ‘gift’. To be continued…

FT. LAUDERDALE - In my new home and got to breed a 25 yr old out of town visitor. He had 3 loads in him when I arrived at his hotel. He was ass up and looked to have a sexy little body on him. I slid in right away and could feel his wetness. He took my first load quietly since I didn't want him to know I had shot my load then in the midst of working up to my 2nd load another dude came in. Older guy, not attractive, but had a decent dick. He had the boy flip onto his back and so we took turns fucking him that way. The boy seemed to really like my dick. Older guy shot load # 5 into him and I went back in to give him his 6th load. After I left he and I chatted and swapped numbers. Last I heard he was up to 12 loads but he's hopefully gonna get more of my seed later today!

They All Fuck My Boy My boy and I had been invited to a huge blow-out party. Well, my boy had been invited. The host, Brad, had organized an epic party at his house in The Pines out on Fire Island. He was super sexy, and we’d seen him a lot around the city. He was a big party promoter, so he was always popping up in the gay magazines and at clubs. He was tall, with tanned skin, close-cropped brown hair with a tussle of bangs in his face. My boy and I are both versatile, but he’s much more of a hungry bottom than me. He told me that he once took six dicks in one night back at a frat party in college. I’d never taken more than two in one night. Of course, in those days, we had both always religiously played safe. We had only stopped using condoms when fucking each other a few months ago, promising to wrap up if having some fun on the side. My boy and I made sure to wear our cutest jockstraps, and sexy short shorts and tight t-shirts, wanting to show off our assets, and so that we’d fit in with the A-list crowd of guys certain to be at Brad’s party. I knew we’d be willing to do almost anything to feel like we belonged with these hot guys. As we headed down the beach, hand in hand, my boy told me what he had had to do to get the invite. One of Brad’s buddies was bragging that he had two extra tickets, and would give them to anyone who would take his load. I was surprised, not that he had slept with this guy to get the tickets, but that he had let the guy fuck him raw. That was sort of against our rules. My boy promised that the guy was NEG, and it wasn’t a big deal. Then he told me about the house rules of the party. Brad got to fuck anyone he wanted in his own house, but not to worry, he said, “Brad feels very strongly about protection… and safer sex…” I was a little unnerved that he had only just told me that he’d taken this guy’s seed, and that he was prepared to let Brad fuck him, but we were already at Brad’s front door. The house was stunning, all glass and weathered cedar siding, and the party inside was already in full swing. Dozens of hot guys were dancing around, flirting, and drinking. George, the guy who had bred my boy for tickets, greeted us at the door and told us that we were welcome to wear as much or as little clothing as we would like, but that he’d prefer my boy in a jockstrap. My boy, ever the one to please, stripped off his shirt and shorts right away. I took my shirt off and tucked it into the back of my shorts. We got cocktails and started dancing. All kinds of hot guys were pressed against us. George appeared with a sexy Latin, or possibly Middle-Eastern, guy, very tall, and very sexy, in a tiny red speedo that left nothing to the imagination, and introduced us. “This is Sam. He’s got a big dick that I think you’ll like. Make him feel at home.” Just as quickly as he appeared, George left, and Sam started grinding his body against my boy’s exposed ass. Sam’s dick was clearly getting hard and after a minute or two was forcing it’s way out of the waist of his briefs. From my position beside my boy and Sam, I could see that dick start to glisten with precum, and that precum started leaking all over my boy’s ass. I could see it dripping down between hiss ass cheeks and I knew it was on his hole, if not in it. I tried to get my boy’s attention, and put my mouth to his ear, more or less shouting over the music, “You don’t want to offend Brad! Doesn’t he feel strongly about safe sex? If you’re gonna let this guy fuck you, you should make him wrap up!” My boy opened his eyes and pulled me in for a kiss. Then he shouted into my ear, “I said he felt strongly about safe sex, but I didn’t say he was in favor of it!” My boy reached around and grabbed Sam’s cock and jerked it a few times, then held it up to my mouth, more or less forcing me to lick his precum. Then, he grabbed my hand and told me to spit in it. I did, and he led it to Sam’s cock, so I could get it wet, and then guide Sam’s bare cock into him. I was so hard, but knew this was going to get out of control relatively quickly. We hadn’t been at the party for more than ten minutes, and here was my boy, bouncing up and down on a muscle stud’s bare cock, back arched, and head thrown back, in a crowded room for anyone to see. Sam grabbed my boy’s hips and pummeled his ass before going balls deep, and then holding the position. I knew he was breeding my boy. After a few moments, he withdrew. Sam grabbed my shirt from the back of my shorts, cleaned off his dick, and just walked away. What the fuck had just happened? To be continued...

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.....

Some truth is too good to be fiction... DaddyBoy Ben is what I've renamed the slut. Taking on a new identity is integral to transformation. So we'll call him that. I travel a lot for work and pleasure and stumbled across him in the south. Let's say Birmingham, but it wasn't. He schooled and worked mall retail. 18 and hot young 6'1" soccer player with a tite lil body that was furry in all the right places, with a 5 o'clock shadow, piercing blue eyes and a million dollar smile--and was articulate, bright and obviously way too book smart--and boxers dumb. The kid was a strong 8 on a scale of 1 to 10... bear daddy has high standards (no point in ruining shit that's already fucked up, right?). About to graduate HS. So kinky and bold that the first vids he sent were 1) getting fucked bare by a bear, 2) pissing on himself and 3) of him crapping a shit into the tub. He'd been raised in a very conservative Christian home. Been top of his class in a private Christian academy. And boiling over with angst and urges he was powerless to control. Sadly, he was busy with school and graduation. I was never in town at the right time. So we just texted for over a year. And then this summer, he returned home after a year at school. And we still missed each other twice when I was in his area. And then, last Thursday evening about bedtime he called. "Daddy, do you have a minute. Something happened today. And I feel free. I've not been a good boy, but now I'm ready." What had changed is that he'd gone to a hotel room full of tweakers who had booty-bumped his brains out. But for all the rimming and toy play, everyone had limp lil tina dicks. And DaddyBoy Ben was finally ready to submit, but trapped on an island of misfit dicks. "I'm in the car now dad. I'm kind of lost getting out of town, but I'm heading your way. How do I get there?," he asked. "It's 9 hours son," I replied. "It's not like I'll be sleeping any time soon, Daddy," he shot back. "I've dodged you. Avoided you. Said I was busy when I wasn't. At one point I even blocked your number, but I still jerked off to thoughts of you. And went on Breeding Zone every day--knowing you were the one who sent me there. I've self-fisted my hole, wishing it was you. Feeling so empty. I'm coming now. I'm ready and I'm on my way." So, I thought to myself... all it took was one good booty bump to dislodge 19 years of uptight sexual constipation. Oh Tina, you are a wild one. And he was literally lost in the woods in bumfuck 'Bama. He had to share his location so I could talk him to I-65 north. And he blew up my phone all night. When he finally hit town, I left work to meet him at my place. He was every bit the adonis I'd seen in the pics. Yet he had come to life, with the most adorable aww-shucks smile. Bashful antics. And an eager mouth that raped my goatee and mouth the moment we stepped in the door. We left a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom. He jumped up on the bed, and raised in the air one of hot and furry boy ass, with an eager pucker you could tell he was trying to wreck. And then, I noticed dried blood on one of those tight, athletic ass cheeks. "Ummm... DaddyBoy Ben," I asked, "there's dried blood on your ass cheek." "Oh god dad, I'm sorry," he confessed. "I got so horny last night that I stopped at a rest area in Tennessee and got in the back seat to play with my boyhole. But all I could find back there to stick up in me was a big mag-lite. And I got a little too rough with myself." "I'm sorry, I tried to clean it up." Damn, I thought. Did the heavens just open up and drop the perfect fuck slut into my life? "It's okay, kid," I reassured him. "Dad's fave lubes are 1) cum from the last dad, 2) spit and 3) the wrecked remnants of a young fuck hole that's wayyyyyy to eager." With that, I grabbed the elbow grease and began to finger his hole while slicking up my chode. One finger met no resistance in him. The second joined it easily. The third joined those... and not until the fourth did I reach his fuck ring. And it was still rubbery and eager, opening up as I added my thumb to the pyramid my bear paw made as I tried to find his limit. He cried out--yet pushed back, instead of pulling away. And reached for the elbow grease, grabbed a handful and then lubed by hand up to my wrist. I worked that furry ass while dirty talking the little tweaked out, cum hungry fist-bitch. "So you're finally ready for your first known poz load, son?," I goaded. "Yes, daddy, I'm soooooo ready," he replied with his mouth in a guttural, come-breed-me growl... as his eager hole kept twitching around my big old bear paw, as I worked it up into DaddyBoy Ben. The cock and cum hungry bitch was a natural. At barely 19, his body knew how to beg at both ends. I removed my paw and replaced it with my daddy cock. Seeing his lightly-fur covered ass yield to my fuck beast, as my big bush of gray dad pubes nestled into his crisco-covered, crimson boy crack. And I went to town. Called him every dirty name in the book. Smacked his ass and asked him, "Who's your daddy, Ben?" and went wild as he bit the pillow and said, "You are, DaddySir." I'd stretched and wrecked his hole so hard it was my saving grace. I'd have busted my two day nut in him so fast if I'd had resistance. As he tightened back up after a few minutes, I got on my back. And told him to sit his teen ass on that vile fuck beast of a poz daddy cock. And hop on it he did. DaddyBoy Ben landed in the saddle and rode like he was breaking broncos. His tight teen pecs had nice nips with big eraser-sized points I could pull... and they were hard-wired straight to his cum hole. The harder I tweaked, the harder he rode. "You can hop off any time son," I said. "If you still wanna be a chicken shit who talks the talk. But if you wanna talk the walk and ride the cock, keep it up cum slut. And I'll bathe your innocent ass in the dirty daddy nut I've been collecting from a long line of fucksluts and boy breeders going back a decade before you were born." His non-verbal answer was affirmative, as he dug down and rode harder. The look on his face was no longer innocent and playful. Bashful or cherubic. He was a tina-fueled twink whose face was contorted by pleasure. His eyes were dilated and his lips alternately pulled back over his teeth as he groaned... or as his teeth bit his bottom lip hard. And then came forth the mating call he'd been practicing in his head, all those times he jerked off to the thought of me... as I fucked his mind by introducing him to things like BBRT and BreedingZone... squandering his innocence onto the field of full submission by boys to men, where he found his place on his knees. Or ass in the air. Existing only to be the next beautiful young thing in line, offering himself fully and fully exposed as a sacrifice on the altar of hedonistic, raw sex, in the boy-ruining breeding rites of daddy boys serving the dark desires of selfish, fucked-up men... as the thoughts I'd possessed him with for two years came spilling out, in a tirade of hungry, wanton need... "Fuck me daddy. Breed my bloody boy hole. I'm ripe. I'm fertile. I'm here. It's yours." And his ass responded to the rhythm of his sex rant, like to the beating of a drum... bottoming out. Clenching. Riding up and tightening up. Then thrusting back down on my daddy cock. "Poz me, DaddySir. I belong to you now. Share me with your dirty squad. Make me into the community cumhole for dads you promised I could be. Coach me to greatness. Train me to be one of those boys that becomes top 5 for the dads I ride... s'good that I'm their go-to fantasy as they jerk off for years to come. Make me a cum sponge, DaddySir. Use me up until I'm used up and your done. Then cast me aside like an unwanted cumrag. Dirty and stank. My only worth being a fuck hole no one wants once their loads land in me." I could no longer resist. I grabbed his waist and with one hand and neck with the other. I pulled him down to me and kissed the kid hard, as I drove my dirty dad cock deep, then flooded his freshly fisted womb with my bastion of dirty little swimmers. He stayed close to me, trying to keep me in him and hard. Tender moments to share, as he nestled into his new life. His cherry wrecked and ruined. His destiny secured. His options gone. As I got out of bed and wiped his cherry from my cock with a towel, I tossed him his phone. "Ready to earn some gear, toys and undies, DaddyBoy Ben?," I asked. "I've gotta get back to work. But today, you have a chance to earn #SlutPoints which are redeemable one-for-one into dollars at either the toy store or ToolBox Mens Wear, the undies store. Lotsa Nasty Pig Jocks there. Since you're tweaked out of your mind, you can handle an aggressive cum quota for this afternoon. DaddyBears are 10 points. If they're over 60 years old, you double down. Each bug nut is worth an extra 10 points, too. Anything else dirty will be acknowledge proportionately. Since your friend Tina blew your mind, your ass has the power to make DaddySir into Santa and make toys, trunks and jocks rain like Christmas." I pulled him to me and kissed that sweet face. "Go big or go home, Ben." And those were my last words to him. I came home from work to an empty house. Only the bedsheets ripped from the bed and a master bath that looked like a dozen guys had taken showers were left to feed my imagination, wondering what happened to DaddyBoy Ben. Oh... that and three places where bloody cum stains my white carpet. Anyone know how to get that out?

Part 2 Stan's favorite was corrupting sweet looking innocent boys. He called them boys and the younger looking the better but Stan had three rules he followed, the boy must be of legal age, he never lied to them and before he finished taken their innocence they had to ask him to. Stan smiled remembering that most actually begged. Once he had dreamed of his nephew Sean and actually came in his sleep when the dream Sean begged to be broken. Sometimes he called his own sons Sean but they were big boys not small like Sean. About a month ago he had a boy that looked a lot like Sean and he was so turned on pretending that it was Sean and even called the boy Sean and had the boy call him uncle. But the real Sean will soon be calling him Daddy. Stan rolled Sean over and pulled down the pajama pants and briefs and when he saw the boys hairless pink hole he knew he was going to own it even if Sean wouldn't ask. He spit on the boyhole and pushed a needleless syringe in and gave the boy his first booty bump. He then decided to also add a crystal nugget and pushed it in deep. He knew the bump would both wake his boy up but also make him extra horny. Stan took off his clothes and pulled the boys up and then turned off the lights. He rolled him on his side and got behind the boy. In this position he could hold a boy tight as he molested him. He played with Sean's cock through his pajamas and waited for him to wake. Stan felt Sean tense up and knew he was awake. He softly whispered to his boy to relax and let him make him feel good. He told him to stay quiet but to nod if he liked being touched. When Sean woke he was confused and thought he was dreaming but when the man holding him whispered in his ear he knew he was really being molested. When the man asked if he liked being touched he almost screamed yes but he remembered the fantasy role and nodded. Sean's body felt incredible and he hoped this lasted a long time. The man was rubbing his cock but Sean felt the best feelings in his ass. Stan told him to be a good boy and push down and kick off his pajamas and briefs. Sean did gasp when he felt the man's hand touch his cock. It felt so much better than when he touched himself. The man whispered that he knew his little boy would enjoy it. Stan rolled the boy to face him and as he started to stroke the boy's cock he leaned in and pulled the boy's head and let their lips lightly touch. When he felt Sean lean into him he pulled away and whispered that he knew his little boy wanted to be molested. With one hand, Stan held Sean's head as he pushed his tongue into his nephew and he touched the boy's hole with the other hand. When Sean felt the finger on his hole he let out a moan that would have been very loud if the man's tongue wasn't completely in his mouth. Sean liked touching his hole and sometimes would finger in but it never felt this good. He felt the finger push gently at the hole but didn't go in. Sean pushed his ass backwards but the man pulled away. Stan could barely hold back as his desire to break a boy he loved. Stan popped both his sons cherries but Sean was different. While Stan never touched a minor he had lusted for years over Sean, even his sons wanted their little cousin and more than once they laid on their belly as Stan fucked them and called them Sean. Stan rolled Sean onto his side and cuddled the boy as he felt him up. He slowly squeezed a tit and asked Sean if he had dreamed of this, he pinched hard as Sean admitted he wanted to be molested and hoped it would happen often. Stan asked him who he dreamed of molesting him and Sean said he didn't know so Stan squeezed the boy's nipple hard and said that was for lying and he should be a good boy and tell him so that he could make it better for him. Sean whispered, "my Uncle", Stan smiled knowing he had his boy and asked what was his uncle's name so that Sean could call him it. Sean said he didn't want to call him by his uncle's name because in his dreams he called his uncle, Daddy. Stan squeezed the boy's nipple hard and asked if he'd like his uncle to hurt his tits. Sean gasped that his uncle could do anything he wanted. When he asked if there was anyone else he dreamed about and as Sean told him his cousins too. Stan told him their time in the room was almost over and he was going to have to leave soon. He felt the boy tremble and knew he was about to cry and the time was right. " Sean, you are coming home with me. Tonight both of our fantasies come true. Meet me in ten minutes at the entrance, I'll be in a black Mercedes. Put on the clothes you were wearing with me and you can carry the others" Sean thought it was cool that this man also drove the same car as his uncle. He said he'd be there. Stan told him to stay in bed pretending he was sleeping until he heard the door close. Stan quickly grabbed his clothes and left the room carrying them. He dressed in the hallway and picked up his stuff and was outside in his car and called home. His 20 year old son, Teddy, answered and was told what to do and to call Harry and tell him. Sean got dressed and then sat down. He loved his Uncle but knew it would never really happen and said to himself that he would let this man do anything to him just as he would his real Uncle. Sean walked out the door and the car was 20 feet away. He nervously walked to the door and opened it. "Close your eyes and get inside, I want to keep your fantasies going. Say nothing just do what your uncle says." After he sat down and shut the door he was told that to help him pretend he was still sleeping that his uncle was going to blindfold him and he stayed still as he felt it put on him. His regular clothes were taken and he was handed two pills and a bottle of water and told to swallow them. Stan said he would fall asleep and when he woke up he'd be at his uncle's house. Once the boy swallowed them Stan started to drive. He had a few minutes before the boy was asleep and he asked him which cousin did he like better. Sean said Teddy because he would cuddle with him when he slept over. Sean said he felt his cousin's hard cock against him and wanted so bad to touch it. Stan seeing the boy yawn told him to dream about him and his cousin and when he wakes up his cousin would be cuddling him. Teddy opened the door as he saw his dad carrying his cousin. Teddy told his Harry was on his way and would be there in an hour. He asked his dad if they were really going to slam him and make him their slut. Stan told Teddy that he could turn his cousin into the baby boy he wanted and Harry being a sadist would soon have his boy too. He said that he was going to do to Sean everything he ever wanted to do to a boy. Stan laid the sleeping boy on his belly on Teddy's bed and told Teddy what to do and to be ready in exactly one hour for him. Teddy handed his father the booty bump as Stan lowered the boy's pajamas and briefs. Earlier he gave the boy a smaller bump but this was much larger. Stan watched the plastic tube enter the hole that he dreamed about. Stan left the room to prepare and Teddy got in bed and cuddled his little cousin but also for the first time fondled the boy briefly. As Sean started to wake he felt an arm around him and remembered he was told he would be in his cousin's bed. He felt the familiar hard cock against him and thought he had to be dreaming. He pushed back against his cousin's cock. He felt the arm around him pull him tighter then the cock pushed harder.

anyone of you guys near the northeast? I love getting sucked and swallowed... the longer, the better. I had a buddy who almost sucked me close to 2 hrs. straight, with very short breaks.. I wish that scenario will come back again....

two months ago I went and got a PA. Since then, I have not fucked, just a few JO sessions and one nice Oral session. well, finally thought I was healed enough to fuck. a buddy came over last night and I pounded his ass into the mattress, then flipped him over onto his back and pounded him till I felt my load rising. Told him I was gonna cum, he told me to shoot it deep. I shoved all the way in and shot my seed into his willing ass. Pulled out, he jerked off and shot. we snuggled and fell asleep. At 5 am, I woke up to him playing with my cock. I told him to get on his belly, got some spit on my cock and pushed in to his hole, with just my sit and cum as lube. Pounded him again for a while stopped and held myself inside him for a minute or two, then pounded him again. took another break inside him before giving his ass a final pounding and seeding him a second time. This morning as we were getting ready to get some breakfast, he told me it felt incredible to have me fuck him with the PA. he loves me fucking and seeding him, but he said this was way more sensual, that the PA was hitting something inside him that made if really incredible.

I think u r Right, it felt amazing with all that cocks and cum in me and i think i will do it Again. While doing i didnt care about if they are poz or not but at home i did and was scared. But the feeling was so amazing i will do it again and take as many cocks as possible and cum

I woke up when my friends called. They wanted to go out for some drinks and dinner. We went to a pub where they brew their own beer and served massive portions of food. The beer came on long wooden serving plates and you could drink yourself through their different varieties. I love beer! We drank and got pretty drunk. I forgot my dark secret for a while. Next to the bathroom was a breathalyzer. You put some money in and it measures you alcohol. I managed to hit 0.2% and was feeling accordingly. The guys were in an excellent mood, but I had enough. My brain was telling me to go to sleep and my cock told me that there was nothing to get here. On the rare occasion where the two agree, one should follow their advice. It was a big of a hike back to the subway, so I went on grindr and chatted up a few guys. Everyone seemed to be out and about. I debated whether I should join any of them, but instead jumped on the subway and looked for gay places in Schoeneberg. As I sat on the train, I skimmed some of the descriptions of various gay businesses, and noticed quite a few nasty ones. My cock got hard. Just then I looked up only to see the subway doors were closing and that I had missed the station at which I had intended to disembark. 'Fuck', I thought. More walking. Anyhow, I got off at the next station and Google maps to show me the way. Suddenly, I stopped in front of a sign 'The Bull'. I just read about this place. It sounded like one of the nastiest cruising places in Berlin. My cock jumped, and I brain was screaming no, but the alcohol made me listen to my cock. Securing my my cards and most of my money in my socks, I walked into 'The Bull'. The place wasn't particularly crowded, so I ordered a beer and scanned the room. Most of the patrons were middle aged men, drunk and horny. I smiled, finished my drink and disappeared into the darkroom. On my way in I passed a guy who was wearing only leather chaps. A beautiful tattoo was depicted on his torso, above his cock. A bio-hazard sign. Fuck that was hot. He turned around and followed me in. In a corner, I went on my knees and started to suck his cock. My eyes fixed on the tattoo in the dim light and my nose almost hitting it with every deep throat. He moaned, inhaled from a small bottle and held it under my nose. I started feeling the same sensation as the night before. I took of my shirt and threw it into the corner. Another cock appeared. The guy must have been at least 50. When I hesitated, Bio-hazard guy took my mouth and forced it onto the other guy's cock, which was rock hard. The cock tasted great, especially as he was drooling lots of precum. My cock was also rock hard and also leaking precum, although my precum was being absorbed by my jock strap. Bio-hazard guy helped my in taking off my pants while I was sucking the old guy so there I was, on my knees, in my jockstrap and my sneakers, sucking two cocks. Bio-hazard guy started fingering my hole, using some lube he found somewhere. “Are you poz?” I managed to mumble a reply of sorts while sucking the two cocks. "You're not?” “No, I am not.” “Oh well, don’t worry about it. It will be fine.” With that he lifted my ass and pushed his cock in. It felt amazing and I couldn’t control myself, moaning loudly. The old guy smiled, and placed a small bottle under my nose, encouraging me to take a hit, whispering "You like poz cocks, don’t you, you little slut?” “Fuck yeah” was all I could manage. “Take my poz babies, you hot little slut” bio-hazard guy almost shouted as he exploded in my ass. Before I could straighten up, the old guy pushed his cock in me and started fucking. Bio-hazard guy, meanwhile, left without a word. However, he must have told the guys back in the bar, because before the old guy could unload, a group of guys arrived. They opened their pants, wanked and lined-up. Some made me suck them first, while others went straight for my hole. They fucked and fucked and fucked. Load after load was dumped in my hole. In between popper rushes, I completely lost my sense of time. My hole started hurting, but all I could moan was “more lube.” A guy stepped forward wanked and sprayed his load over my hole while another guy was fucking me, laughingly remarking “Here you go.” More guys came in. Some had a look and left, while others joined the crowd. Eventually, however, it seemed as if they were all done: the last guy dumped his load and left, I was exhausted, and in looking around noticed the old guy was still there. “What a hot little neg slut you are! You just took 13 loads. I have no idea how many of them were poz, but hopefully it is your lucky number.” With that he strolled-out. I rested for a second and waited for the poppers to clear my head. I couldn’t find my clothes, and panicking, searched everywhere for them. Nothing. So I walked out to the bar and asked the bar man if he had any suggestions. He was obviously expecting me, as without a word he handed me an envelope in which I found a hand-written note, a 50 EUR note and, thank God, my phone. The hand-written note read “Byy yourself some new clothes - for the new you!” What just happened? The time on my phone said 5:15 AM. The sun was about to rise and I had nothing but my jockstrap for a 600 meter walk. I ordered a whiskey, finished it and left the bar. Somehow, I enjoyed the walk. I hadn’t cum, was still drunk and it was pleasantly warm. The receptionist just smiled at me, I slipped into the elevator made it into the room without anyone else noticing me. Looking into the mirror I took measure of myself: for some reason, my hair was covered in cum or something, my jock was wet with precum, and my hairy legs and pieces of dried and half dried cum were sticking everywhere on my body. I was a slut! I knew that as soon as I blew my load I would panic, that I would feel disgusted and might even run to the hospital. But I honestly didn’t want to. I jumped into bed the way I was. Let tomorrow be the day of worries. This day I was a cumdump. I was my true self.

The next morning the cum had dried in my bed and I was horny. This is where the advantage of a gay hotel comes in. I jumped onto grindr, and after five minutes someone knocked at the door. It was a handsome guy, in his early 30s, with a nice seven and a half-inch cock, who only played safe. I hoped this would be as amazing as the cocks I had had the night before. We kissed, I sucked his beautiful cock and then he proceeded to fuck me. The sex was good, but something felt different and unnatural. I didn’t feel him the way I had felt the guys last night. He smiled, I smiled back, we kissed, he fucked and came. I came as well, but certainly not in the volume I had the night before. He tossed the condom in the bin, put his bathrobe back on and disappeared. I felt my hole. Cum must had still been in there, because we didn’t use that much lube. I played around, massaged it and got horny again. What was happening to me? I checked my grindr conversation again. He said he was neg. He looked neg. I leaned over, took the condom out of the bin. He left a decent load in there. I smelled it and my cock jumped into action again. I tipped a small amount on my finger and licked it. Hmmmm, that taste. I started wanking while I emptied the condom in my mouth. What a taste! And what a load I produced. After I came I felt disgusted by myself. Again. I ran to the bathroom, and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. I looked up and stared at the guy in the mirror. What was this city doing to me? What was I turning into? I showered, got dressed and met the others for breakfast, traveling to a nice cafe in a nearby suburb, where we sat outside, chatting and watching families with children, old couples with their grandchildren and young couples. My friends discussed their hopes for children, and discussed the merits of one name over another. All the while, however, all I could think about was cock. I looked at the husbands, wondered what their raw cocks would feel like, and what their cum would taste like. Again, I was shocked by myself. After breakfast, the couple wanted to go to a museum, my mate wanted to do to some shopping, but I just wanted some alone time to understand what was happening to me, so I went back to the hotel, changed into my speedos and went up to the spa. It was completely empty which was great. The hot tub on the deck was just what I needed. I relaxed and closed my eyes. After maybe half an hour I awoke when two guys in their mid 30s joined me in the tub. “Late night?” smiled one. I returned his smile. The second guy then commented “We saw you taking those guys last night. That was amazing! Your hole must be sore." I turned red and my cock turned hard. “You know, I have never done it before. I have no idea what came over me there. I always play safe and have never been to a darkroom before.” I replied. “Looks like you found your true calling. Hi, my name is Sebastian by the way, but call me Seb.” “Nice to meet you, my name is Steve.” “And I am Christophe.” “How was it taking those raw cocks, Steve?” asked Seb. “It felt amazing” “Yeah once you go bare, you never go back.” “Yeah, I fear so. What about you guys? Do you fuck bare? Not scared of poz?” “We only fuck bare, and have been poz for years. Christophe actually a year longer than me. He gave it to me” Seb said gave Christophe a kiss. They started making out in front of me while smiling at me. “But don’t worry, we are both of meds now.” With that Seb, started kissing me. He then took my hand and I went to the steam room. He pushed me on my knees and I had two beautiful cocks to service. I sucked and licked and swallowed every drop of precum. Christophe pulled me up and turned me around. Started licking me ass again, which was still lose from last night and this morning. Christophe’s cock was about eight inches in length, but thin, whereas Seb’s was only seven inches, but was very thick. Christophe made the first entrance. I felt great. Nothing between me and him. Skin on skin. “How does it feel?” “Amazing” I moaned. “I bet you little slut” Seb chuckled. “Yes, I am a slut” I replied. Christophe picked up speed. His balls were hitting my ass and it felt just right. “Ready for another poz load?” “Fuck yeah." “Wait! Make some room for me!” Seb had been wanking while watching us, but now he slid under us and pushed his cock into me hole. I experienced both pain and pleasure, as did Seb and Christophe. A minute later both exploded in my ass, and I couldn’t hold it much longer either. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Take our loads!” I just moaned and blew another record load. I couldn’t talk. Reality hit. I felt awful. Another two loads. I was pushing my luck. I have lost control over myself. Again. It felt right while doing it, but now, I felt disgusted. I was shaking, cold sweat and hated myself. A pig, I was a dirty pig. A slut. Conflicted, I returned to my room and sat in the shower for an hour trying to wash it all off, but I couldn’t. I was scared of what was coming next. I knew where the path was leading me, I knew what was happening, but I was scared. Yet, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it....

I type this, my inaugural post, while I struggle to keep his huge load in my ass. Yesterday I started chatting with a guy on Grindr, decent looking, 30, sort of muscular. After some chatting he asks, "You're vers, but which do you prefer?" I respond with "It's like this, there some asses that just need to be fucked and some cocks that I just have to ride" At this point he sends me a pic of both his decent ass and a beautiful and HUGE 8x6.5" chunk of man-meat. Turns out that he was going to be busy last night so we arrange to meet today. We message back and forth after lunch today, deciding on my place. Once I get home from I douche, shower and change. I was a little nervous because up till this point, the biggest dick I had taken was an averaged thickness 7 inches. Before he started to come over to my place, I messaged him about his status, not because I particularly care, but to gauge the likeliness of getting to take this beauty raw. He said "Neg, U?", less info than I hoped for. So I sprang the question itself "Neg also. On PrEP tested in mid July. Do you ever BB?" He replied "Me too and yes". Victory, I get exactly what my ass desires... "Perfect". He arrived and I take him back to my apartment. We undress, kiss etc. He pulls out his cock and lays down on my bed and it hits his leg with an audible thud. I look up from it and show him the hunger in my eyes. I dive in and put it all into my mouth. His cock begins to grow and struggle to get as much of it as I can into my mouth. I get it nice and hard, my cock is also rock hard by this point. Sitting up I bring my ass up to his cock but hold off before going further. I slide back down a bit, put our cocks together and wrap my hands (it took both of them) to grab his 8X6.5" and my 8X5.5" cocks, and work them on each other. No words can describe the perfect image of all the meat in one place. He starts working his finger into my ass and my body responds, and he becomes more vocal and says "You are a big bottom, aren't you" I give him my coy smile as response and breathe in the pleasure of my ass being played with. I move into doggie position and he lines up behind me and lubes up. He starts to push in and I feel soooooooooooo stretched out and can tell he's barely in. He's starts pumping my ass and it feels great at some points and too much at others, but overall I get that magical full feeling. He can tell I'm struggling so he asks me if I want to change positions. I flip over to my back and the feeling is magical is pushes the huge dick in and out of me. After about 5 minutes he tells me that he's close and tell "Just don't stop." His O Face comes and then I can feel the huge amount of wetness as some his load gets pushed out of me by the plunging of his dick. He wipes off with a towel I had pre-staged, gets dressed, and leaves. I still feel like hole is stretched but i can in that amazing load... We text back and forth, remarking that we forgot to get a picture of that massive dick inside me, something we both talked about earlier. And we both agree to a round 2...

So I am a married man, (to a woman) living in Australia... The following is a fantasy I would love to become a reality... You are a dominant top wealthy man who loves bottom hairy bears, and you answered my ad. You paid my airfares and picked me up at the airport. We found a discrete spot at the airport (a handicapped stall) and I got down on my knees and offered you my arm. First you attached my collar, then got a rig and slid it into my vein, drew back and got a nice flash of red. You slammed it in and straight away I felt the rush. We then left the stall and went to your car. I was flying so high. In the car, you told me to slide my pants off and insert the butt plug that was in the glove compartment into my now twitching lusting hole. I said yes master and wasted no time doing so. We drove about 40 minutes arriving at a small farm. It was private, and you told me to take off the rest of myclothes, and go to the barn and wait for you. I did as I was told, and entered the barn, which once inside I found to be decked out as a playroom, complete with sling, fuck machine, fist bench and a cupboard full of assorted toys. I climbed into the sling, and you entered the barn and said good boy, lie back. You then tied me into the sling, tied off my arm and inserted another slam, you said the first was .1, this is .3, I said thank you master as you administered it. Wow, I felt the rush and straight away felt you remove the butt plug and replace it with your hot wet tongue....and then I heard voices coming closer....to be continued

Part fact part fiction. Will let you decide which parts are for real.... Just back from a couple weeks in the Caribbean and thought some of you may be interested in the fun I had out there. I was staying in a well known hotel chain in the carribean for two weeks. You know the sort - all inclusive as much as you can eat or more importantly for me as much as you can drink. I was out there with four friends who as far as I knew didn't know I was out but they probably suspected. We were having a grand time. Nice dinners and cocktails till the early hours, lazing on the beach during the day. Just over a week in and I started to need a release, looking at those tanned fit scantily clad guys and girls on the beach every day was getting me horny - I needed a good jerk off session. I went back to my room - I had my own as two of my friends I was with were a couple and the other two were female. I stripped on the bed but couldn't get into it - nowadays I need porn to get off. My phone wasn't working and no "dodgy" channels on the tv so was at a bit of a loss. I knew there was free wifi in the lobby but once I got there all sex websites had been blocked. I was desperate at this point so paid the $5 for in room wifi access despite expecting the same restrictions. Got back to my room went on my Internet browser on my phone loaded up xtube and success! Spent a happy 30 mins viewing porn while teasing my hole and cock until I exploded. I joined my friends on the beach sated at least for the moment. Next morning I woke up and checked my phone for the time and noticed I had a grindr message. Out of habit I logged in the previous day but left the app running in the background as in the UK at least I don't get much joy on there so let guys contact me rather than chase them. He had messaged me about 2am so just after I had hit the sack. His message was in Spanish but after a quick Google translate worked out it was the standard "hi., wanna meet". His profile was hot - muscular toned black man and he had sent me a cock pic - thick meaty and veiny. Best of all he was only 7km from me in the town next to where my resort is. I replied "English? " not really expecting a response but to my delight I got a message back mid morning saying "no english" and in Spanish "free tonight?" Thanks again Google translate. To keep things simple I just gave him my hotel name and a time -10pm. With a couple pics of me taking dick so was clear I was a bottom. He replied back within the hour "ok". I gave him my room number and started to make plans. I tend not to fly with all my tranny gear to avoid embarrassing situations but did have black fishnet holdups and red lingerie with me that I could always claim were for a girlfriend. I went to the hotel clothes shop and bought a cheap sundress and feminine sunhat (I have short hair) and at the onsite chemist bought lipstick blusher and eyeshadow. All set I thought for tonight. I joined my friends for predinner drinks at 8pm and had a few rum and cokes for the nerves. My pals noticed and asked if everything was alright. That gave me the opportunity at 9:15 just as they were heading for dinner for me to claim wasn't feeling great so was going to have an early night. Back in my hotel room I had a quick shower dressed in my lacy red panties and bra. Pulled on my indecently short sundress and my black fishnets. Put on a layer of foundation, some eyeshadow and lipstick. Nearly ready I thought as I looked at the time -9:55. I slipped into the bathroom and fingered some baby oil into my ass put the bottle on the nightstand then laid a beach towel on the bed. Started looking at porn on my phone to get me in the mood. At 10:10 as I was wondering if yet another failed meet there was a knock on the door I checked the spy hole to make sure wasn't one of my friends checking up on me. It wasn't. I invited my new friend in and offered him a (flat) rum and coke I'd bought up from the bar. He declined he was too busy running his eyes up and down my body. I decided to take the initiative and wrapped one leg round him and started to kiss him he responded urgently sticking his tongue in my mouth and could feel him hardening. After a couple mins I pulled away and started to dance for him. Showing my stocking tops and my panty clad ass. I pushed him back on the bed then continued teasing him. I got on all fours in front of him my dress rode up and I pulled my panties to one side and slid a finger into my well lubed hole as I looked over my shoulder at him. He was kneading his cock through his trousers and I decided I needed it now. I crawled up to him and whilst looking in his eyes pulled down his trousers and boxers. His beautiful black cock sprang free and I took the head into my mouth and suckled softly. He tasted clean but manly as I enveloped his whole length into my wanton mouth. I then sucked on his balls for a while until he stood up and took control. He slapped his cock all over my face then slid back into my mouth. He grasped the back of my head and face fucked my mouth. He was aggressive and dominant speaking to me in Spanish i didn't understand a word but loved him using my mouth. He started to force his cock down my throat making me gag and drool all over his cock and balls. He withdrew and stripped completely. I went straight back to work throating his weapon as I massaged his strong thighs and ass. He seemed to be asking me a question a couple times again I had no idea what he was saying. He took his cock out of my mouth and said it again. I shrugged my shoulders and he spun me round and grabbed my ass. Perfect I thought. I took my panties off and got on all fours on the bed. I felt him getting on the bed and a rough finger playing with my hole. It was then replaced with his tongue, I love being rimmed and this guy was more than eager. After a long rimming he reached over for the babyoil fingered some into my hole and lubed his cock up. No mention of condoms at this point and no chance to as he slid into my hole. He got about four inches in then waited for me to adjust. I wiggled my ass and pushed back getting another inch into me, he took the hint and slid in to his balls. I moaned in pleasure/pain and clenched my ass muscles around his tool and reached round to massage his balls. He roughly slapped my hand away grasped my hips and withdrew fully then piled his whole 8inches back in one thrust, i again squeeled in delight and pain. He did this several times over until I was begging him to do it harder and harder. He started to get a good rythym going in my ass pulling out almost completely before plunging back in all the way. I was moaning aloud at the hard fucking I was getting I was urging him on in English he was verbally abusing me in Spanish somehow made it hotter we couldn't verbally communicate. After 15 mins of fucking I could sense a change in his strokes and his breathing got heavier I knew he was going to cum soon. Without warning he pulled out I span round and got my mouth onto his cock just as the first spurts of cum were released. I slurped and swallowed happily like the dirty cum pig I am making sure I didn't waste a drop. He collapsed onto the bed beside me but I wasn't done yet. I quickly got my head buried back between his thighs and licked his shaft and balls until I once again felt signs of life. I looked up at him and saw a look of pure lust in his eyes. I worked him back to full stiffness taking him deep into my throat and holding him there whilst my throat convulsed around his dick. After a few mins of this he pushed me onto my back and held my legs apart surveying my body. I reached down between us stroking his slippery hard cock and tried to slip it back into my ass but he had other ideas. He buried his face into my hole and stuck his tongue up my cunt. I opened my ass wide as I could as he used the fingers of one hand and his tongue to drive me wild. He was jerking me off with one hand and that as well as the expert rimming soon had me shooting ropes of cum over my chest. He grinned at me stood up and could see his chin glistening with my ass juice and his saliva. He scooped the cum off my chest and started fingering it into my hole. Once I cum I'm normally finished but the thought of my cum Lubing my hole got me extra hot. Once he'd used it all he stuck his fingers in my mouth for me to clean as he lined up his rod against my ass. He more than easily slid in this time and had a more leisurely pace as he slid in and out of my fuckhole. He pushed my bra up and started tweaking my nipples and I responded by wrapping my stocking clad legs round his waist Digging my heels into his buttocks forcing him deeper on every thrust into my throbbing hole. By this time we were sweating profusely and drops kept dripping off his body onto my sweaty torso feeling our bodies sliding against each other and it running between our crotches where we were joined. This gentle yet forceful fucking went on for ages every so often he brushed my prostate and my cock jerked in response. Like all good things though it came to an end he suddenly stiffened thrust in me hard, held his position and I could feel him emptying inside of me. I clenched my ass muscles milking every last drop until I felt him start to soften and he slipped out. I eagerly cleaned him up with my mouth and tongue savouring the different flavours until we collapsed back on the bed. All too soon he dressed and gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. As I lay there spreadeagled on the bed with my ruined sloppy ass pointed at the air con I wondered if he'd want a repeat in the 4/5 days I had left.

You can bet your sweet bare ass that he will get over it in a few weeks if even that long. Now that his cock knows the difference it will nag him relentlessly until it gets what it wants.

Sometimes its just a matter of time, fuck buddy who always insists on condoms gave it to me good and bare this week. A couple weeks ago he started bare then put one on. Doubt the condoms will be used again with him

I've said many times I never turn down a fuck over a guy's insistence on using a condom, and I've recently encountered a guy who has reinforced the wisdom of my thinking. He has a huge fat uncut cock and insists on using condoms. We've fucked several times now and I don't know if he is damaging the condoms before putting them on but everytime he fucks me he gets off on busting the condom. He cums inside me and every time the condom is broken and pushed down around the base of his cock. He is a brutal fuck and I think he is getting off on fucking me so hard it breaks the condom. I am certain it is his goal. That way it is not his fault, and it reinforces what a great fuck he gave me. Either way I don't care, I fucking love it!

You only need not drink for TODAY. :-)

I've been drugged a few times, consensually, by daddy. He likes me to put it in my own drink and drink it in front of him. The next day I wake up a little sore/groggy with vague memories. No questions, never mention it, life goes on.

For a scenario like you describe I'd say Saturday afternoon. I'd be interested to hear the results after your event. I've never done a BBRT ad. For me the hardest part of a gangbang is to get all the guys to show up at the same time. I prefer to them to "rush in and drop their load". I don't want to lay around waiting for guys. It shouldn't last more than an hour. If you want to make an evening of it that might be fun, but its not a gangbang if you don't have guys waiting their turn and cheering each other on. Its all part of the effect. Tell them to be there at say 10:00 and the door is locked at 10:05. Otherwise you need someone to man the door. It can get chaotic. One other comment, in my experience with weekend nights, most of the guys you get will be drunk or high. That is another reason mornings work so well. They are just horned up but not wasted.

Called on a Craigslist ad this morning. Two guys in a local hotel needed head. We swapped pics. All good to go. Got there and they were both better than I expected. Both guys were in late 30s, in from CA and married. Side by side I could tel they played together before and I sucked them both. Uncut cock turns me on and one of then had a nice foreskin. I started sucking the other guy and Mr. Uncut got behind me and spit on my hole and massaged it around. He asked me if I was neg and I said yes. More spit and he started rubbing his cock against my hole. I swear to you, I'd write bad checks for a man who rubs his cock on my wet hole before he fucks me. He pushed it in a little at a time and finally got it all in. Wasn't hugely thick but it filed me up and pushed on my prostate enough to make me drip precum like a leaky faucet. I was still sucking the other guy who was thicker and cut and had big hairy balls. Once my fucker grunted and unloaded the other guy got in and slid in on the jizz. I got two loads in my hole and left the hotel with a smil and a little limp. All done within a 45 minute span. Happy Saturday in DFW.

I like a loose hole, so that I can spit on it and slide right in without the guy I'm fucking needing me to go gently. Best is when the guy knows how to work his fuckhole, squeezing it tight and then loosening it as he rides, so that I don't have to do the work and he just milks that load out of my nuts like a hungry lil whore.

my first time going bb the guy was fucking me he said im going to cum in you,i asked him to pull out, he said to late and blew in me,couple days later he was bb me again and as he was close he said im going cum on you, i said id rather you cum in me, i fucking loved it :-)

This is very hot. WOW I would love to be his boy and take that,

Hot story dude... Can't wait for more

Another really hot story!

My buddy stopped by early this morning to make a deposit--of his dick and cumload in my ass. As usual he undressed quickly, kissing me and as we groped each other. He quickly was getting hard and I went down and started sucking him. He was precumming like never before and I just kept drinking as it slowly seeped out of his dick. He returned the favor on my dick, then when I went to suck on him some more, he started fingering my ass. He found it lubed and ready--as I usually do--and he just moaned, "oh fuck yea" as he kept fingering me. He told me to get on my back, and he was quickly inside me, kissing, cursing, and pounding. He kept slowing down to delay the load he was going to give me, which was fine with me. Slamming balls-deep telling me how good it felt, he started grunting and picking up his pace, and I knew my asshole was going to be fed this morning. Deep inside he left a huge load. It's 12 hours later, just got home from work, and I'm still holding it. I can feel it marinating inside me but I hate to let it go.

wow love it

CONTINUED... He walked slowly toward me. His domination was complete. I was his. He took my hand and pressed it against my chest. I opened my hand and felt the hard muscle under his shirt. Justin smiled at me. I started to tug at his shirt and he stopped me. "You gotta ask first," he said. "Can I take your shirt off, please?" "Not good enough. Call me 'Sir'" The little punk was into control. "Can I take your shirt off, Sir?" He nodded and I pulled his shirt over his head. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the warm, firm muscle. I was overwhelmed with desire. Justin grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into his chest. I stuck my tongue out and licked at his beautiful body. He moaned as I lathered his pecs with my tongue, paying special attention to his erect nipples. I worshiped his entire torso with my lips and tongue, and eventually found myself on my knees before him. Looking up at him with intense desire I swallowed hard and asked, "Can I, Sir, please?" "What do you want?" The little fuck. He was going to make me say it. "I want to suck your cock, Sir...please!" Justin just looked down at me with a smirk on his face for a few moments. He was enjoying the control. He knew I'd do anything for him. "You'd better be good or I'll make you stop." "Yes, Sir!" I unfastened his belt while groping his bulge. I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his narrow hips. Justin's cock tented his stark, white briefs. I drooled over his meat. Not once had I seen his manhood. I'd always avoided looking when Justin was completely naked. I knew now that I'd been saving that sight for this very moment. I slid his briefs down and his hard cock sprang up. I wasted no time. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tasting his sweet precum. Justin moaned. Hungry for his dick, I pulled more and more of the long shaft between my lips. Justin had one nice cock, about seven and a half inches long and perfectly straight. It was slightly this and throbbed with intensity. I drew inch after inch of dick between my lips, savoring the taste and texture of the hot meat. Justin moaned again. I knew the feelings I was creating for him. I knew I was serving him well. I sucked and slurped my way down his tool. My tongue was busy exploring his shaft. I slid my lips right down to the base and buried my nose in his dark, trimmed pubes. His scent engulfed me, so virile, sexy, still strong after his recent shower. I loved it as I held his cock in my mouth and fondled his nuts. I worked my way back up the shaft until his cock popped from my lips. I drew it in once more, concentrating on the sensitive head. Again I swallowed the shaft, savoring every moment of contact, every throb of his manmeat. I was in heaven. I could have sucked his cock forever. I was lost in the moment and accidentally scraped Justin with my teeth. He pulled his cock from my mouth. "I told you you'd better be damned good or I'd make you stop!" "Please, please let me suck it, Sir!" "No!" I wanted to grab the little fucker and suck him anyway, but he was in control and ordered "Take off your shirt." I did as I was told. "Now strip off everything else." Soon I was naked before him. He looked me up and down and remarked "Nice body, Coach...and it's all mine." "Can I suck your dick now, Sir?" "No! We're gonna do something else." Justin looked at me wickedly and stroked his cock. He was rock hard. I wanted to wrap my lips around his meat so bad. He bent over and reached into his gym bag. His tight little butt made me drool. I wanted to reach out and touch it. Justin stood up with a bottle of lube in his hand. He poured out a generous amount on his long, straight cock. "You're gonna get fucked, Coach...raw." "I'm not really into...." "Shut up, Coach! You said you'd do as I told you. I said I'd tell you when the time came. IT'S TIME. Now bend over!" "Justin, I...." "DO IT!" Justin grabbed me roughly and pushed me over the desk. He walked behind me and positioned his dickhead against my hole. I wanted to suck his cock, over and over, but didn't really want to be fucked. "Justin..." "Shut up! You're gonna get fucked and that's all there is to it! I know you want it, bitch. Tell me you don't want my cock and we'll end it." I remained silent. "Yeah, that's what I thought!" Justin pushed and his thick dick slipped in past me ring. I grunted in pain. Justin pushed his cock deeper into my ass. I groaned. It hurt, but at the same time it aroused me like I'd never been aroused before. I wasn't used to being fucked, but there was something so sexy and hot about this beautiful man's thick, raw cock sliding into my ass. Justin grabbed my hips and sank his dick deeper and deeper into my ass. He moaned as he buried his entire shaft up inside me. He leaned over and pressed hard. His bare dick felt like it was a foot long...and thick! He worked it around, pushing buttons I didn't even know I had, then drew it back out and plunged it back in again. I relaxed and the pain subsided. My entire consciousness was focused on Justin's raw cock sliding in and out of my ass. I was aware of each movement, each centimeter of the skin-to-skin contact. My own cock grew rock hard as Justin used me and my hole to fulfill his sexual needs. "You have one tight hole, Coach. Ugh!" It should have been tight. Guys had wanted my ass, but none had violated it, until Justin That little punk took my cherry. But the pain was gone. It was all pleasure. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard and bred deep. As if he could read my mind, Justin picked up the pace. He forced his cock up my ass harder and faster. He fucked me full force. With each thrust, he drove his dick into me with greater power. Soon, he had to grip my hips harder to steady himself as he pounded away at my ass. He fucked me harder and harder, drilling me and moaning like an animal. My cock was rock hard and my nuts were churning. Without ever having touched it once, I blew. Thick, sticky jets of my jizz spewed all over the desk. Spurt after spurt of my DNA spewed everywhere. I moaned loudly as I emptied my nuts. I threw my head back and actually howled with the pleasure. Every time Justin's thick, raw cock slammed deep into my asshole, another hot jet of jizz spewed from my throbbing tool. I'd never had an orgasm like that before. Justin went nuts fucking my ass. He was totally out of control. He used me. He abused me and I loved it! Then I felt his dick swell within me. I felt it throb and jerk. This beautiful god moaned as spurt after spurt of his punk spunk shot deep into my ass. His cock pumped with each and every jet of his baby batter. Justin kept cumming and cumming, moaning as he unloaded his nuts deep within me. Just when I thought he had nothing left, Justin rammed his bone even deeper and shot off one more rope of his DNA in my open and hungry hole. That punk sure could cum! He'd fucked me like a maniac as he blew his load. At last, he shot his final blast and fell on me. We stood, panting and sweating, our hearts pounding in our chests. "You're one good fuck, Coach!" Justin said, smiling broadly and beautifully with all his charm. "And you're getting extra credit," I said. We dressed, and Justin left soon after, but not before ordering me to report to his apartment that weekend to service his needs. My cock grew in anticipation. I couldn't wait to serve the wild young stud again.

He-Man & Skeletor

Part III My new buddy and I had a good laugh about his joke. Those two may have put on a show for me but they didn't know I was straight so their show was for mostly nothing. Not that I hadn't enjoyed the show but it was just mainly curiosity to me. We then went over and grabbed another couple of chairs near the coolers and got another rum and coke. Was about 1:30 in the afternoon by now and the heat was really climbing. Had to be a good 90 degrees or more already and going up. As we were drinking and talking it all at once dawned on me that I was still running around in my jockstrap only. I told my bud I had forgotten my clothes on the float. He said oh hell and jumped up and said he would be back soon as the float had headed out. All I could think was crap, how can I walk through town now with only my jock on and my butt hanging out. Plus it wouldn't do me much good to get to my car as my keys were in my shorts pocket. I had nothing to do but wait now and see what happened. Being inside this 'tarp' room was relaxing though. I got up and decided to hobble around a little and went out to look at the tables. I kind of limped around looking at things I really had no idea about. Ran into a couple of the guys my bud had introduced me to and talked to them for a bit. While talking to them another guy I hadn't met before came up behind me and all at once I felt a hand grab my ass and rub up and down my crack as he came around me. I nearly jumped over the table. The guys I was talking to about laughed their heads off. The new guy wanted to know what was so funny. One of the guys told him he had just grabbed a handful of STRAIGHT ass. "Holy shit" he remarked, adding "sorry! I thought you were the new guy who was there to convert." He also complemented my ass, saying it looked mighty inviting. I told him "No big deal. Nothing's hurt" and he joined us in a bit of a talk. I asked if I could help and one of the guys said hold still and wrapped one of those lumberyard nail apron around my waist. He said there is change in there and prices were marked on everything. I dug in and soon was fairly busy with customers. This went on for a good half hour. While selling t-shirt with a big rainbow on it to a customer I was leaning over the table quite a ways to help. The guy who had grabbed me earlier was right beside me and as I stood back up he was smiling. I asked what was up and he said if I kept bending over the table like that with that nice ass you aren't going to straight much longer and laughed. I told him I didn't have much choice at the moment as this was all the clothes I had and told him about leaving my stuff on the float and my buddy had went to try and get it back. It kind of dried up a bit at that table for a bit so I wondered around a little and soon settled into another table selling sex toys. I recognized the vibrators and dildos but some of the stuff there I had no idea of and was glad the prices were already marked. I was going a fairly brisk business when a guy walked up and asked about the difference between two similar but slightly different items. I told him I had no idea about them. I said hang on a sec and I will try to get someone to help explain. I turned and saw the guy who had grabbed my ass just finishing with a customer at another table. He turned my direction and I waved him over. He asked "What's up?" I answered my customer was asking questions about a couple of products about which I had no idea how to answer. He turned to the customer and then started to explain them. I was listening too so I would learn. I found out the products were two butt plugs, a type of sex toy of which I had never heard. I learned quite a bit in a hurry. One was designed pretty much simply to be stuck in one's ass, but the other butt plug had two features: it could be inflated to a larger size and also could vibrate. I had no idea there were toys of this sort, but again, it's always good to learn. After a bit I decided to take a break again and went inside the tarps again to see if my drink was still there. It was right where I had left it and I picked it up and sat down to enjoy it. The swing, which I had found out was called portable sling, and both tables were busy again I noticed. I didn't have much interest but nothing else to do decided to see what they were up to. The one table had a guy on all fours with another behind him doing a hell of a pounding into him doggie style. The second table had a guy on his back and they were fucking missionary style and the top guy was munching the hell out of the bottom guy's nipples. The guy in the sling was something else, with a guy really driving hard into his ass and three others waiting in line for a turn. I thought that was a lot. I got up to go take a closer look having never seen a sling before. As I got closer I noticed the guy in it had his arms and legs apparently locked in it so he could not get out. I said something about it to the guy I was standing next to and he said sometimes guys want it but want to be restrained so they don't back out and get a full dose for sure. I watched for a bit and then went back to my seat as the second guy was stepping up to the sling for his turn. I just shook my head thinking that I had been in on a couple of gangbangs with women, but this was wild for sure. I finished my drink and made another one. By now it was about 3:00 PM and that damn temperature was really up there. Had to be a good 95 or more now so this cold drink was really good. Between the heat and being on my third 151 Rum & Coke I was starting to get a little tired. I kept catching myself nodding but managed to stay mostly awake. Then about a half hour later my buddy finally got back with a big smile. We were both wearing only our jockstrap, but he had two handfuls of clothes. He had found my short, shirt and hallelujah, my shoes. He told me he was sorry it took so long but didn't catch up to the float until it had got clear back to the farm they made it at. I told him I didn't care as he had got them though. "I see you've been helping out," as he gestured to the money apron I was still wearing. I removed it, gave it to him and he walked over and put it in another cooler where they kind of stored that stuff. He came back and soon had us both fixed up with another drink. It was definitely more relaxing now that I knew I had my clothes though. We talked for a while and then he said I will be back in a bit and went out. I leaned back in the chair and finished my drink and was soon nodding off again. I kept telling myself to get up and head for the car but it felt too nice just sitting relaxing and soon I had nodded off to sleep.

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.

On holiday/vacation, alone, 10000 km from home. A poz guy came around to my hotel yesterday and fucked me twice. He has a high viral count, and is not on meds. I KNEW what I was doing, and want it more. We're seeing each other again next week. Fuck, is he hot!!!!!

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

I took 102 loads on a recent 10-day trip to Atlanta, all anonymous - in my motel room some (face down, ass up) but mostly in sex clubs and gloryhole bookstores - bringing my total to 967 for the year. I'm about to move for a job to the middle of nowhere in the mountains of Virginia. Have scoped it out and luckily there's some redneck cum to be found, but I'm hoping to hit 1000 doses of sperm in my ass before I drive down from the urban north or at least on my way there (thanks to some pretty decent truck stops on the route), since the tally will surely take a slow turn once I'm deep in the hills it's a great gig where I'm headed, but a tough town for a cumdump.

I love having a wrecked hole. It makes me feel slutty which is what I am. Love how easy it opens up just when I clean it and how cocks just disappear in it.

PART 3 How had I gotten in this position? Impaled on a poz stranger's raw dick as I was being brutally face fucked by my boyfriend? I thought I heard a knock on the front door. My boyfriend withdrew himself from my mouth muttering "I've gotta get the door, but if you know what is good for you, you won't even TRY to get off that big dick you're riding." Two minutes later my boyfriend walked back into the room with a six foot tall, somewhat young Latino muscle boy. "This Sam's boyfriend Carlos, and he is the FUN I told you was coming. Keep riding Sam's dick and we'll start with a little show." I wasn't ready for what happened next. My boyfriend slowing undressed the new hunk licking and caressing every inch of his hard muscled body. Carlos's thick 9" dick was already swelling when my man got down on his knees and swallowed it it one swift move. Carlos groaned and moaned with pleasure as he grabbed the back of my man's head and throat fucked him slow and deep. Then I hear Carlos say "I've missed that mouth and you give the best head ever." What was I hearing? My boyfriend knew both Sam and Carlos, and had sucked Carlos' dick before? What else didn't I know about my boyfriend's activities?. With that my man stopped sucking and pushed Carlos back on the bed so both Carlos and Sam were laying next to each other. Then, without missing a beat, my man impaled himself on Carlos' dick. So there we were, side by side each bouncing up and down on the two muscle boyfriend's dicks. This was definitely FUN, even if also frightening. Sam was POZ. Did that mean Carlos was also? In addition,why did my lover know them, and why had he played around with (at least) Carlos? Meanwhile Sam slowed-down, and looking over to Carlos said "It's time to switch. You need to try this hot little muscle ass for a while." With that my boyfriend climbed-off Carlos' cock, ordering me to switch places, adding "Before you slide down on Carlos, get down on him, clean up his dick, and then ride it until you squeeze a load out of him." I did as ordered, and watched as my man did the same for Sam, sitting down on that huge cock without hesitation. His head thrown back with obvious pleasure he groaned "It's so good to have that big fuckin' dick in me again. It's been too long and I need a recharge " With that I passed out and rolled onto the floor. To be continued

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

That's not what I meant with "Clean"

Graduating to Becoming A Gifter Looking back on it now...it all began so innocently (or at least, innocently enough.) After those hung guys had bred me, I never told anyone how much of a violated and used up cumdump I had felt like but the change was apparent to me even though I could not even admit it to myself. I went from willing and submissive bottom to an over-the-top macho dom fucker top. I plowed the ever-living-hell out of any cute, sexy, or hunky ass that passed my way but...I tried to play safe until I got up the nerve to get tested. Then something went horribly wrong...although now I think it was the best thing to have happened to me. Bang! My dorm door slammed open as I stumbled groping and kissing this slim dominican with a sexy set of six-pack abs and a swimmers chest and arms. He was at some pride dance and we had gotten to grinding in the sweaty crowd and as soon as I put that ass against my crotch, I knew I was going to have to fuck this kid like there was no tomorrow...and he knew it too. "Damn, you're a stud," he moaned ripping off his pants and bouncing back onto my bed, already bare bottomed since he had gone commando and his shirt I had torn off someplace between the club and the short hop to my place since the college was in the middle of the city. My belt was unbuckled and jeans falling off to the floor in no time. "You're quite the looker yourself playboy," I flirted with a wink and sly grin. My 8.5 uncut dick was throbbing something awful in the otherwise comfortably fitted black boxer-briefs with the word "TOP" stitched onto the backside incase I went to an underwear party and anyone wanted to take the guessing out of what I wanted. "I have a feeling you want to get right to fucking me," he said as though he wanted an expected it rather than was asking it. He rolled onto his stomach wiggling his ass and getting on his knees and looking back at me with a wicked glint in his eyes and a quirked eyebrow, "Doggy or missionary to start?" I already had produced a condom and went for my desk next to the bed to grab the lube. "Lube that hole up good too, I am gonna be diving in hard and will fuck you like the bitch you are whether you can handle it or not," I ordered, half-serious, and half in jest. "Yes, Daddy," he obeyed already fingering his ass and taking ahold of the lube to apply gratuitous amounts onto it as he did so. The condom was already on and I tossed the wrapper aside, my fat veined cock was hurting it was so hard, I had to fuck him good so I could cum at least once just to get a hardon that wouldn't drive me nuts. I was on him before he had barely taken his finger out of his ass and my rubbered cock sunk into his firm bubble butt swiftly. He reared his head back and gasped moaning and trying to move forward a little to stall for a little adjust time, but I had already grabbed ahold of his dirty blonde hair and tugged on it hard like reining in a horse and plunged balls deep and kept my other hand firmly on the small of his back to rail this tight-holed bottom until he was as loose as I preferred a bottom to be. "Fuck kid, you're mine now," I told him as I smashed unforgivingly into his twink boy hole. He cried out in pain and pleasure and before too long began to loosen and give in when he couldn't get away without me gripping his hair harder to force my cock in fully. "Take it you fuck slut," I barked the order in his ear as I leaned in pounding on him and then licked and sucked on his sweet and sweaty neck. All there was for the next 10 minutes was the sound of him moaning and my balls slapping into his ass checks while splitting that hole ever deeper with my dick. I couldn't believe it was getting even thicker. I think I felt it more than heard it, even though I know I heard something faint...but it took me a moment to realize the condom had suddenly snapped. Whether because of how tight he was when I first started or how fat my cock had gotten...or fuck, maybe it was because gun oil and regular condoms don't go so well together, oops! I kept on fucking him though, he didn't seem to noticed and was grinding now into me like a bitch in full-on heat. I was so turned on thinking of cumming in such an amazing ass I couldn't even help it. I went from planning to fuck him mercilessly for the next half hour to shooting a near week's worth of saved cum right up the fuck-holes raw cunt. I just impaled him harder and harder as I shot volley after volley of my seed. I still hadn't gotten tested...but maybe he was lucky and I was neg. Otherwise it had been months and I would be unmedicated and he'd be knocked up for sure. "Fuck, yes," I whispered just imagining him now carrying my DNA inside him and being forever branded with what was now my calling card. I knew I'd never wear a condom again..at least not without planning to break it and cum inside a bottom. A gifter was born and so was the next part of the Breeding Chain with this poz seed. "Oh god, that was amazing..." he breathed slowly pulling off my wet semi-hard dick. I tried tugging at the condom to make it seemed covered still as he turned around to look back. He must have suspected cum was inside him, I shoot so fucking much even when I have been jerking off daily. "Yeah, you don't know the half of it," I laughed.

Not only do I love verbal tops, I love hearing customers in a bookstore talking about me, a few feet from me. "He's a fuckin slut. Probably has every fuckin disease. He'll do anybody."

Last night I was doing the usual, hooking up with a piggy fisting bottom buddy of mine - a kindred spirit, 45yo like me, who loves nothing more than to get tweaked and do some really deep nasty ffing. I was in the sling, waiting for my buddy to get his meaty hand fully into me, so I could slam with him already in me. His phone rings and a top buddy he invited to play is at the door...as he pushes his hand into my eager hole, his roommate lets the guy in. I slam as he does and I am flying as he opens me up - so fucking hot! The top walks in as we're just getting started and feeds me his big black cock which I gladly take down my throat. Poppers and more lube and my fisting buddy gets three quarters of his forearm into me. We play for several hours like this, the top alternating fucking me bb, giving me a load, and the ff buddy opening up my hole more and more, getting all the way in to his elbow, holding it there and gently twisting for another two solid hours till his hand fell asleep. The top guy, only 20 took over with his 9" thick black cock and fucked me silly before he dumped a second load into me.

I was at Slammers in LA a couple months ago. After sticking my cock through the gloryholes a little and getting my cock hard, I made my way to the dark room. It was pretty crowded and hot and sweaty, with quite a bit of action going on around me. Needing some hole, I made way over to the fuck bench, where there were two bottoms ass up, both getting fucked. When the top fucking the guy on the left came, I moved over and took his place, stick my hard dick inside the bottom. I could tell his hole was FULL of cum. It squirted out around my cock and coated my dick as I pounded him. After a couple minutes of fucking, the top fucking the guy on the right shot a load, pulled out, and left. Since no one immediately moved over to take his place, I pulled out of the guy I was fucking and stuck my cock in the other bottom. He was also really full of cum. After a minute or two, I decided to switch back to the other bottom. As soon as I pulled out of the bottom on the right and entered the bottom on the left, a guy who had been watching came over and felched the bottom I had just pulled out of. I could hear and see and smell that the guy then pushed out a bunch of cum into the felcher's mouth. The felcher moaned in appreciation. He then stood up and suddenly kissed me, spilling the mouthful of cum that he had just received into my mouth. I swallowed, but some dribbled down my neck and chest. The felcher then knelt down and started licking my cock as it went in and out of the bottom I was fucking. I pulled out for a minute and he started felching the bottom -- who right then pushed out a huge load of cum into the felcher's mouth. And you guessed it -- the felcher stood up and kissed me, swapping another mouth load of cum into my mouth. This load was even bigger than the other and the felcher and I were soon coated in cum, sweat, spit, ass juice and lube as we made out. By this time, I was done and thrust back deep into the bottom and shot my load. I pulled out and the felcher and BOTH bottoms cleaned my cock with their tongues. By this point, there was a big crowd watching, and the bottoms returned to their positions to take more loads. The felcher and I left the dark room. I ended up bringing him back to my hotel, and I fucked him all night. He told me that he couldn't believe how much cum each of the bottoms had in his ass, but he loved knowing that it was multiple loads from multiple tops, all churned together in their rectums, pushed into his mouth, transferred to my mouth, and finally coming to rest in my stomach. So nasty. So hot. So slutty.

(Back in NYC) In the car, Matt didn't say much to me. As I sat in the car, I was sweating out the chem and since I it was the longest time of no sex since my initial conversion fuck from couple of weeks ago, my mind started to grasp the reality and I started to feel embarrassed at how piggy I have become and my new life with the virus. I started to cry knowing I could never be the same person I was before. I started to fall asleep while I felt the tear drops slide down my cheeks. I was woken up with the sound of keys as Matt was opening a door to his apartment. He had me bent over his shoulder and he must have carried me from the car. He set me down on his couch and said "I saw you crying before and didn't think you wanted to be alone tonight. This is my place. I live with Nathan. You know my older son. The young one lives with his mom." I sat quietly as I looked around the place. It looked very simple with a big couch and a huge TV only in a big livingroom. There were three doors centered around the livingroom and I could see from open doors two bedrooms and one bathroom. Then I saw Matt taking his stripping naked in his bedroom and noticed how beautiful his body looked. He wasn't cut like those gym boys but he looked strong and I know he was strong enough to carry me in one arm. I started to feel so small since my slim built body looked skinny compared to the black boys and men I have been fucking with. Even younger boys had more muscles and all of them including a 14 yo boy had bigger man cock than my tiny 6" penis. As I stared at Matt's naked body, I started to get that familiar yearning returing to me. I heard the front door lock and saw Nathan entering the apatment. He was covered in sweat and shirtless. "hey look who's here. You come back for more?" He walked towards me on the couch and as he started to notice my beaten up body, he stopped his smile and said "ouch" Matt walked out of his bedroom naked and told Nathan that I was badly used by the philly gang after the conversion and probably need to clean and treat some of the wounds. Matt brought a pipe with him and asked Nathan if he wanted a hit as he started to his hit. After passing the pipe, Matt covered my mouth with his lips and blew out the smoke into me. He kept our lips locked tightly as I started to exhale the smoke he gave me and we repeated passing back and forth til we needed more air than what we were passing. I was heavy breathing when Matt's lips left but Nathan's lips covered over my open mouth quickly and we started to pass back and forth as well. After Matt and Nathan took their second turn of passing the smoke to me, I was flying hi. As I stared up to Matt and Nathan, I saw Matt's soft cock hanging few inches above me and Nathan's sweat covered body. I pulled myself up and reached for Matt's cock first with my tongue. Matt pulled back leaving my tongue stick out and my hungry mouth disappointed. "I am giving it to my bitch tonight. She called me begging for this cock since she hasn't tasted it for few days. Actually since the day you have your first breeding by BBC." I quickly turned my head around to Nathan and started to lick up his sweat off his body. I licked him all over like a mad dog and Nathan ordered me to take more time and give special attention as my tongue reached certain parts of his body. Nathan's eyes were on my face as he watched me worship his body with my tongue as Matt started to get ready to go out. When Matt got out of shower, Nathan asked him if he can start the bath for me to get cleaned up. Matt started the bath and quickly got dressed and left as he told me to he was taking me back to my place when he returns. "I will take him back if you want." Nathan volunteered. "You don't have to but whatever. Let's talk tomorrow morning. K?" and Matt left with a door slam. "Now you are all mine." Nathan said with a smile and started to step back away from me. I followed to rise off the couch and got on my knees and pushed forward to press my face onto covered cock. As he took more steps backwards, I had to bite around his cock through his shorts to keep my contact with him. As we entered the bathroom like that, he walked me to the toilet and told me to put my face over the toilet as he takes a piss. As I obeyed, I took some of his piss in my open mouth and drank it down. Whatever I couldn't swallow fell into the toilet. When Nathan stopped pissing, he led me to the tub and pushed my head down into the water and held me down while he rubbed his piss off of my hair and face. He pulled my head up and told me to enter the tub. Nathan left and returned with a bottle. He poured the content in the tub and told me it was his magic potion and it will make me feel better. I smelled very grassy scent as Nathan stated to enter the tub. As he faced me and our eyes met, he told me he loved looking into my eyes. He told me I should keep staring into his eyes whatever I do and I told him I would. He told me to get in front of him so I twisted around to position myself in front of him feeling his body pressing on my back. I had to make sure I wasn't sitting on his cock and balls as I sat down. The whole time I was able to keep our eye contacts. He found it amusing and told me I was flexible. I felt his hands grabbing my head, one on the back and one around my neck right beneath my chin. I took a deep swallow and he felt my adam's apple move. He turned my head and kissed me as he moved his hands all over my body rubbing out the filth. He broke off the kiss and stepped out of the tub and told me to bring my head to the tub edge and lowered his cock into my throat. As his hands held my head as before, he said, "Wow it's so weird. I can feel my cock sliding in your throat under your adams apple." He continued slow long strokes as he massaged my neck. "It feels like I am jerking off with your throat." When he let go of my head, my face and his cock/balls were soaking with my saliva as I seem to drool more with his throat massage. "Get out and dry yourself and wait for me on the couch" He started draining the tub water and left me drying. I wrapped the towel around my waist and saw on the couch to wait for Nathan. He returned with a cream and took the towel off of me. As he rubbed the cream on my cuts with finger, I felt stinging and flinched a little bit. He saw me biting hard as he rubbed the cream all over my cuts and bruises. I was feeling the sharp pain everywhere but I made barely any noise. "You can take pain, babe. It will feel better and this will help you heal. The black eye might take few more days to heal." I looked at the reflection on the TV and saw I had a dark spot around my eye. He sat on the floor and told me to get next to him. We sat leaning on the couch nd on each other's body, he turned the TV on. We talked while we stared at TV and most of it was him asking me questions about me. My sex with Josh and my girl friend. My new job. and then how I met Robert and James. He then asked me to tell him about my "sharing" experience with the Philly boys. As I shared the same details of my gang breeding that caused tears on the car ride back to NYC, I was feeling quite differently now and was feeling proud and sexy that so many men wanted and had sex with me. He was starting into my eyes and I felt like he could see really deep into me. As he told me how I should be his bitch when we are in NYC since James and Robert lived in Philly although I belong to them since they started my conversion process. He wasn't gay and he's still in highschool so we have to be discreet but he knows some fags that might loved to fuck me if I wanted. As he talked about how I should live as his fag bitch, I started to think about my new job. When I told him about my first assignment, Nathan started to laugh out loud. Then he told me that school was close to his apt so maybe I should move in with him. Then he told me how the school has lots of fag teachers and bad kids that are as old as me since I was just turning 21 this summer. He told me we will celebrate my birthday together since I was his bitch now. He started to kiss deep and we continued to very aggressive make out session with few light slapping. We broke our kiss and and broke into laughter when our stomach growled at the same time. "See? Even your stomach follows my lead. You are destined to be my bitch and serve me." "I would love to serve your my Nathan." "Well, you can start now with my dinner." I got up and went to the kitchen and saw pile of dirty dishes. I checked the fridge and the cupboards and decided to make mac'n cheese with frozen spinach based on what was there. It seemed like all their dishes and pots were in the sink since the cabinets were empty. I cleaned a pot and started boiling water and started to clean all the dishes while waiting for the water. Then I had to clean the dusty cabinet before filling them with clean dishes. Then I continued cleaning the rest of the kitchen pausing briefly to stir the melting cheese for our dinner. I finished cooking while I was mopping the floor. There were spots that needed scrubbing so after turning off the stove, I put on an apron to prevent cleaning solution splash on my naked body and got on my knees to scrub the floor. That's when Nathan announced his presence with a loud slap on my ass. And started to kiss my ass and traveled up til he got to my ears and whispered in my ear as he nibbled on them. "You are a good bitch. You take care of me and I will take care of you okay?" I whimpered out yes in between my moaning and heavy breathing. Nathan and I sat by the window sills to eat our dinner and we cleaned together afterwards. We looked like a couple and I felt loved by him. As hugged me tightly in his arms back in the livingroom and his cock started to rise between us, I was admiring how strong and big he was, way more manly than me. When we stopped kissing, I confessed my love to him and how much I loved and worshipped his sexy man body. He smiled and told me he needs to cum and I should get on his father's bed and wait for him there. I quickly walked to the bed and laid on my back. I decided to show him my hungry hole when he came in, so I lifted my legs til they rested next to my head using one hand to hold my legs togeather by the toes and another hand under my ass to help me keep balance. I looked like I was folded in half. As I set my head back down on the mattres after I secured my pose, I noticed the mirror on the ceiling. I could see my hole was facing straight up and I could see the hole opening and closing rapidly. I wondered if my hole always did that. It looked as if my hole was begging for more cock. I reached for it with a finger and started to tap on the gaping hole with my finger. And my hole started to open wider and I felt even the muscle of my inside starting to move in synch with my hole. What a hungry hole I have, I thought. That's when Nathan walked in and said exact words I was thinking. He attacked my hole with his finger and his tongue and started to pig out on it. Then he locked two fingers in my hole and started to pull them apart to keep my hole stretched. He told me to keep my hole open like he did and as I did, he dropped a rock and made me feel the burn. And spit into my hole as he told me to get his cock wet for my hole. I sucked hard and tried to spit out as much on it while I sucked. As nathan moved out of my mouth and rested his head on my hole, I saw string of my saliva clinging on his shaft and falling on my chin. Nathan didn't fuck at once but rather teased the opening with his thick cock head. It drove me wild and my whole body was shaking with hunger for him. The moment his cock head popped into my hole, my whole body squeezed tightly as if to never letting it go, moaning escaped my lips and continued as his shaft followed the path of his cock head down my inside. By the time his balls landed on my hole, I was in heaven and I kept on telling Nathan how much I loved him and thanked him over and over. As he picked up his pace and started to pound me down, I kept my confession of love and gratefulness under my breath. Nathan rested on me fully and gave me his first load of the night. He kept it in there and his hardness didn't go away either. We kept his cck in me all night long as he fucked and bred me over and over. We fucked til the sun came up and his cock remainded in me even as we rested our body spooned on our sides and felt the morning sun light and breeze tickle our sweat covered skin. I no longer felt sad about my virus and thought back to the moment I took a first sight of my young man god. Even though my stupid emotion tricked me into thinking I loved James, I remember feeling something special for the boy. As my mind traced back memory from that time leading to this morning, I was elated to know that we were fated to be this way and we will continue in the future til he gets tired of me. He seemed to think about something and we both started to talk by saying "I love you" at the same time. We laughed at how our body and mind seem to be in synch. After that moment, we stopped fucking and started to make love and didn't stop til lunch time. We had the left over for lunch and he drove me to my place afterwards. He walked me to my apartment and I invited him in for a drink. Since he was so young and healthy, he wanted to fuck again even though we just stopped fucking few hours ago. So he made love to me in my own apartment and bred my hole with his seed. He stayed with me more nights after that during the summer. The only time I was away from him was when he drove me to Philly for my birthday and James got jealous of us and demanded me alone with him while we stayed. Before we left, James tooks us back to his friend to get another tattoo to mark me as Nathan's on ass next to his own mark. After that trip, I was busy with preparation for my new job and Nathan told me he was going out of town and will return day before school starts. I started to miss him and was a bit disappointed that he didn't return any of my texts or calls but I had so much work to get sad about it as the first day of school approached. At the teacher's orientation, I met other teachers and school staff for the first time. Most of them were black or latinos and few white teachers who were all young around my age. Two other white girls were starting with me this year so we met with the president in his office first morning. The president was a big old black man and we all felt his authority as he told us what he expected us from us as his teachers. As he got up from his desk to open the door for our exit, I saw he was forming a tent with a clearly large erection. The girls must have seen it as well but didn't say anything. Many of the school staff were very sexy. Apparently I wasn't the only one thinking about sex in the school as I saw many of them being flirty with one another. Many men paid special attention to the two new girls and they seem to love it. As the week went on, I kept on seeing signs of sex throughout school and since the kids weren't in til next week, I assumed it was the staff fucking around. I spotted few used condoms filled with cum in the classrooms and on the hallway. Sometimes I noticed the smell of cum in the bathroom or hallways. The last day of the orientation week, new girls and I were talking over the coffee and realized we haven't met any of the gym teachers and decided to meet them together at 10. But no one showed up at 10 so I walked over to the gym alone. And I understood why the girls never showed up as I walked into the locker room and saw both of them on the floor surrounded by few naked men with hard cocks. One of the girl took her mouth off the cock briefly to tell me that these were the gym teachers and went back on sucking. When I realized that I was standing there watching them for a while, I rushed out. As I sat on my desk, I kept on thinking about all the hot gym teacher's cocks. And wanted to see more of it so I walked back into the locker room as quietly as I can so they won't know I was back to watch them fuck. Luckily they were making loud noise as they were fucking the girls hard so no one seem to notice me. I watched as my colleagues being as slutty as I was, I was getting hard and started to touch it but stopped jerking off when I felt how small I was compared to the real men cock. I just watched them and hid in one of the lockers as they came one by one and started to leave. I was in the locker for a while to make sure everyone has left. But when I came out, I saw young black janitor mopping the cummy floor. He smiled and said, "Those white girls. They are all the same. They can't get enough of our big cocks." I flashed an awkward smile as I walked pass him and he stopped the mop to let me pass while his hand readjusted his crotch. I saw how big it was as I walked out. As expected I never met the girls during the lunch but I was a bit concerned when they never showed up til 3PM and we were to meet the principal with our year lesson plan. I went to the office alone with my report. When I knocked on the door, I could smell cum. And I opened his office door to saw the source of the smell as the two girls were bent over the desk as the principal fucked them both. Both their bodies were covered with cum. Some were fresh and wet and some dried up. They must have beeen fucking since the morning with the gym teachers. The principal stared at me staring at him fucking for a while before he brought me back to senses with his voice and told me to leave the report on his desk and leave. As I approached the desk, I got a closer look of the fucking and that was the image on my mind the rest of the night as I fucked myself with a dildo since Nathan was away. I called and messaged him few times. And I got one reply from him at midnight, "I am back babe" I was a bit upset and let out my frustration while I fucked myself with a dildo last time for the night. My first class started at 7:30 and I heard from other teachers that the attendance is really bad so I didn't expect many students from already small 15 student class. I was surprised that almost everyone showed up and all of them were boys. They were watchng something on someone's laptop when I walked in and didn't seem to scatter as I took place by my desk. I yelled at them to get back on their seats and as they left the laptop, I was shocked to see my Nathan sitting there with a big smile. And another shock when he showed me the laptop screen and it was the still of our sex. I was speechless and the boys started laughing. Nathan walked up to me and started to kiss me and the some boys called out "fag". Nathan broke the kiss to say, "You will fall in love with this bitch too after you fuck her first." Then he whispered to me, "Welcome to your new life teach....."

James started to laugh as he watched my body reacting to the new position to get fucked. And how my body jumped when his cock popped out of my hole when the sling moved away from James but when it swung towards James, his cock filled me right back up. I kept my hole open and relaxed but few times James' cock didn't make it back into my hole as smoothly and hurt my already ripped hole opening area and caused so much pain and made my eyes tear up. But when he didn't miss my hole, I was in heaven as his cock flew into me til I felt his balls slapping my tiny balls. I felt like I was going to through heaven and hell at the same time. When we made eye contact, I kept staring right into his eyes as he fucked me to heaven and hell, pain and pleasure, and I started to feel growing affection towards this young man. I stated to mouth the words, "I love you James" and as he picked up the pace and added hard butt slapping along the hard fucking, I was screaming his name and my love for him. Then I heard Robert's voice tell us to stop. James stopped the sling and held his cock deep inside of me and gave me a smile as he lightly slapped my face. Robert walked over to us and started to slap me so fucking hard that it made me bite my own tongue. "Bitch, we don't care if you love us or not. We just want to breed and use you and convert you. Your love doesn't fucking matter since your hungy mouth and hole will be begging for big black cocks after tonight." James stayed inside of me while Robert talked and slapped me few times. And as Robert stood next to him, James pulled out. I loved hearing the popping sound when he pulled out followed by the stream of piss and cum leaking out. Robert quickly stopped the flow with his cock and my eyes rolled back as the wave of sexual pleasure hit my body. I felt lips and a tongue probing my gaping mouth and was so happy to see James eyes as we kissed as his brother fucked and rocked me hard back and forth. James held my head up with his hand as he released few clips and my head was no longer supported by the sling but hanging at the edge of it. James placed him by my head and laid his cock and balls on my face. Quickly I took his cock as deep as I could but I couldn't suck him as much as I wanted since Robert's fucking was rocking my body so much. So I just took his cock to the balls and used my throat muscle to massage his shaft. James liked what I was doing and pushed my head down so I could keep his cock down my throat as Robert fucked my body hard. James had to move with me as if he was fucking me not to lose our connection. Robert really had so much as energy as he fucked me like that for a long time. The whole place was filled with the chains of the sling cling clung as loud as they can as if to advertise my rough cock taking. I tasted James cum or precum followed by his piss. I couldn't swallow much as my head hung down so most of it spilled out to cover my face and fell on the floor. After Robert bred me, he switched place with James. I was amazed that James was still hard and happy to find that James still wanted to fuck me more. As I took Roberts cock, I tasted blood on it. I did pause a bit at the taste and the thought of blood but quickly dismissed all other thought but my men's cocks and their pleasure. As James continued his pounding, I felt more pain but I wanted to take it like a man so James can have his fun. But sometimes the pain made my eyes tear. Robert saw that and started to speak to me softly. "I know it hurts but you are doing a good job taking it like a man. Soon you will even love the pain that we give you as you accept our ownership of you, babe. You know many men cum and piss are flowing through your body through your vein. The frozen cum is not just ours but many of our buddies and some strangers so you are basically carrying loads of my hood, babe. Since you got bred with all their cum, you should let them breed you again if they want. " As I heard him talking, I started to get hard inspite of pain actually the pain started to make me feel more sexual as I thought of my pain as part of my gift from these men. I still loved James the most but I loved all three of them as well. As I started to tell Robert that I loved him, James cock found a good spot and he started a short but rapid poking as he was breeding me with his cum again. But before he was doen, I started to cum all over my chest. Robert seemed a bit surprised at first but he smiled and told me that I was a natural born whore. After James' cock finally got softer and it popped out of my hole again, James let me off the sling and told me that he will clean me up before we can have some sleep. We walked towards the back and there was a shower head on the wall. Robert explained to me that he was in the middle of fixing this house and decided to make it as his sex dungeon so the whole basement floor had drain holes so we can shower.. and that's why we could piss anywhere as well... As I let myself be cleaned by James, I saw Sam and Jam clean up the camera and stuff as Robert took a garden hose and started to rinse off the remains of our sex. James must have read my mind as he whispered, "You are maked permanently so you will never forget about tonight, babe. My brother and I will never be erased out of your body... understand that you belong to me and brother now." "I love you" was all I could reply as I started to feel another rush of desire for more fucking and sucking. But since James didn't offer more fucking, I didn't express this as he led me up to the second floor to one of the bedrooms. We laid down on bed and almost immediately James started to snore. As I looked at him, I no longer saw a young boy but I saw a beautiful black man that I loved. I tried to sleep but this new chemicals in my body didn't let me sleep. I didn't want to wake James up so I walked out of the bedroom. Then I heard the familiar metal chains clinging and as I followed the sound, I saw Jam and another boy as dark as him fucking someone on the sling as Robert taped them. I didn't see Sam. As I looked up to the screen, I saw a white girl pussy and it was taking a good pounding by the big black cock. So far I have seen less than 10 black cocks but all of them are so fucking huge. The girl was loving the fucking and kept on asking for more and more. Finally Jam did give more to her pussy as he entered the same pussy his friend was fucking. By this time, she was lifted off the sling and held up between the two men as they lifted and dropped her body onto their joined cock. Jam's horror movie class giant cock sent her over the edge as she came over and over. They both continued to fuck her and came inside her pussy and the girl seem to be cumming the whole time till they pulled her off their cocks and back on the sling. I was too busy looking at the cocks and the pussy as they fucked her but now I saw her face and was shocked. It was my fucking girl friend. She saw me and started to talk but she must be high on drugs as well as she didn't really say anything but rather made some noise. Robert fucked her a little bit more but she didn't seem to respond much as she was almost passed out from the fucking from Jam and his bud. As they passed the bong around, they weren't happy that the bitch didn't last long enough for them. As I took the bong, I handed it to Robert and asked him to feed it to me and knelt on the floor like I did before. And started to suck his cock as I blew out the smoke. Jam's friend started to laugh. "Yo faggots are lucky. Ain't no bitchy as nasty as fag boys, man. " He slapped my girl friend's butt and got no respond. After few minutes, I saw him reach his hand down towards me and started to push me down and slap me lightly as I continued working on Robert. His cock was semi hard and I wanted to taste it but I was busy with Robert now. After a while, he turned away from me and told Jam that he was just going to piss and go. He asked where the toilet is and I heard Robert telling him that he can use me as his toilet for now. Robert pulled me off his cock and I posed in front of that man with mouth mouth open wide. I felt a bit uncomfortable opening my mouth so wide without any cock in it. It took him a bit before he held his cock over me and thought about it. Then he grabbed my hair and started to let out strong stream of piss that felt like being slapped when it hit my face. His cock didn't soften a bit as he pissed but it seemed to be getting harder and bigger. I couldn't hold back much as I started to rise up so I could taste his cock in my mouth but he thought the same thing and he started to lower his cock as he sat on my chest on the floor as he entered my mouth and throat. As I swallowed his never ending piss stream, he took it out of my mouth and lifted my legs up and entered my hole and the whole time kept the stream of his piss. I have taken piss in my ass from others who were partying but this boy's piss started to get me realy high as his chem piss was absorbed into my body. As I got high, my body started to work naturally to give the cock a good pleasure by squeezing and massaging it with my inside wall muscle. Soon he started to fuck me as he fucked my girl friend and I was loving it. Robert came over and he pushed his way in in the same hole. My ripped hole started to get ripped more and started to bleed again and I felt more pain... They both saw my eyes tear up but when Robert asked me if I wanted them to stop, I begged them to fuck me. As they fucked me, I saw Jam lifting my girl friend and bouncing her up and down on his cock. "I don't care if the bitch is up or not. I wanted to fuck and that whore can't take 3 cocks.." As they fucked me for hour and hours, thanks to drugs, I was finding myself getting hornier and hornier. I didn't want to stop getting fucked ever. I wanted pain as well as the good sexual pleasure. The black man started to wrap his fingers around my neck as he and Robert pounded their third or fourth cum into me. Then he choked me as they both shot their seeds. He kept his cock after Robert left and kept his choking as well. I started to struggle a bit but he was too strong for me. My body jerked and started to shiver as fear surged deep within me. He let me go eventually and I had to gasp for air and took a while to return my normal breathing. Jam was still using my girlfriend's unconscious pussy to jerk his cock and deposit his loads. As soon as I was allowed to go back to James' room, I hurried up the stairs cuz I was still scared by this new black man. Unfortunately he was staying in another bedroom and he followed right behind me. As we reached the bedrooms, he pulled me into his bedroom and started slap me really hard few times. Then he bent me over his lap and started to spank my ass really hard. He must really enjoy doing this cuz his spent cock of few minutes ago was hard again. And for some reason my horniness was rising as well. He didn'[t really fuck me but spent most of his time causing me pain. And as he saw me accepting the pain he was causing me, he started to get rougher. I was shivering with fear but I didn't leave his room for some reason. And when he did fuck me, my dick shot loads over and over . I was chained and blindfolded while he was about to pour hot wax over me when there was a knock on the door. I heard James voice and I was so happy and my cock jumped up. Then I don't know by accident or intention, I was covered with hot wax all over me. It burned soooo bad but for some reason when the wax reached my nippes, my hard cock came again. "This whore can cum so much from being fucked and hurt. It's not even funny." James said, "well.... he's a natural. Or we can tell him that he was born to be our whore." "BTW don't hurt him too much. I want to take it slow with this whore so I can enjoy hiim more. I hate whores once they get fucked by that dirty old Carl." After few more minutes of them talking, I was untied and blindfold was removed. James told me to go wait in his room and ran down the stairs. The new black man came right behind me and rested his still hard cock right at the opening of my ass and started to grab my neck tight in his hand. He whispered, "You are lucky that James likes you, man. I was going to finish you tonight and take you to Carl afterwards. I will have to wait til next time." As he let go of me, he asked me where I live and I told ihm I was visiting from NYC and he told me he was too. He asked me if I wanted to ride with him back and I was scared to say no but was a bit worried. "Dont' worry I won't do anything to you as long as James wants you." I told him I'd ride with him and went to James room. James returned with some drinks and pills to help us sleep. And quickly I fell asleep in Jamee arms.

I prefer drining straight from the tap, not wasting a drop. Preferably washing down a mouthful of Masters shit. If I had to choose between enema or shower though, I would rather the enema with a butt plug to keep it in to be absorbed