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PREP’D BUT GOOD By Randy Rawman “You want it?” he pants. “You want my seed?” “Fuck, yes,” I gasp. “Breed me. Breeding my hungry ass. Shoot that seed, fucker.” Dev’s about to unload his giant bull balls into my raw ass and I can’t fucking wait to feel it. It’s going to be the first of what I hope will be hundreds of raw loads taken and given in this new phase of my life. I’ve been a safe sex boy for decades, ever since I’d starting having sex at 21 I’m now 40 now, fitter and hornier than ever, but all I can think about—all I daydream about, all I want to look at on line—is breeding; huge hot wads of stud-cum being dumped and taken in sloppy, starving asses - like mine. As Dev quickens his fuckstrokes, building to blast-off, I turn my head and see the white lab coat he wears at work abandoned on the floor along with the gray slacks that caress his ass and showcase his cock-bulge so spectacularly. Dev was wearing both the first time I laid eyes on him, at the pharmacy I rushed to after getting my first prescription for PrEP from my longtime doctor, Dr. Foster. “This guy I’ve been seeing, well, he’s HIV-positive,” I explained to Dr. Foster, whose deep voice and soap-hunk handsome looks always drive me to distraction, “and things are getting pretty serious and I think the smart move for me would be to go on PrEP, because even though we practice safe sex, you never know, right?” This was a lie. I wasn’t seeing anybody, let alone a guy who was HIV-positive. But it sounded a lot better than the truth, which is something like, “Yeah, doc, I’ve always been super turned on by the idea of barebacking and breeding and taking seed and giving seed and felching and snowballing and now I’m determined to make my fantasies a reality.” When I handed over my prescription, the pharmacist Dev read it over, then looked up at me without a trace of interest or emotion. He then typed in the info and told me it would be ready within 20 minutes if I wanted to wait. I bought myself a soda and cruised the BBRT app and daydreamed about cum-swapping until Dev called my name. When I picked up the prescription, Dev made sure to reiterate Dr. Foster’s instructions; to take it everyday without fail and that it takes a little while to become effective. I told him I understood, handed over the copay—thank you, Obamacare—and went on my way. A few weeks later, I awoke to a phone call from an Unknown number. “Randy, this is Dev from CVS Pharmacy calling.” “Oh hi,” I said, groggily. I have my pharmacy number saved in my phone and it always comes up as ‘CVS,’ not ‘Unknown.’ Odd. “I’m the pharmacist who filled your prescription for Truveda,” he explained. “Uh-huh,” I said. “I wanted to make sure you knew that if you started taking it the day you got the prescription, it should be effective by now,” he said, “and see if you or your partner had any questions.” “I think I’m good, we’re good,” I said. “Thank you.” “I also wanted to let you know that I have a 6-day load in my balls and I would like to blast it in your ass.” This stunned me into silence. “I know that’s what you want, Randy, you don’t have to pretend,” he said calmly. “You want that more than anything; to take cum in your aching ass. I saw that in your eyes when you handed over that prescription. You were shaking, just a little bit. And while you were waiting for it to be filled, you were on BBRT, cruising around like the cumswapper you’re dying to be.” “How do you know that?” I asked, still totally stunned. “There’s a mirror behind the waiting area and I could see your phone in the reflection,” he said. “Is your partner home?” “No,” I said. “Actually, I don’t have a partner. I don’t know why I said I did.” Dev laughed, then said, “Okay, here’s the plan,” he said. “It’s 9:47 now. I’d like to be balls-deep in you by 11:30. Give me your address.” So I did. And he was. Balls-deep in me at 11:30. But first I got to give him the once-over, with my eyes and my hands and my tongue. I got the lab coat off first. Then he removed his glasses. Fuck, he was good looking, like the Indian-American actor from the show Heroes. He was around 40, with a gym-toned body and a hairy but well-trimmed chest. Once the lab coat and the pec-hugging polo came off, I got to admire his hot ass and packed crotch in those snug slacks as he walked to my bedroom window and closed the drapes. Then he walked back to me, got right into my face, our mouths close to touching, put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me down to my knees. “Suck me through my slacks,” he said. I grabbed his globes with both hands and pulled his bulge onto my mouth. He must have been going commando because his cock was unimpeded as it swelled and arched up to the right. I slid my mouth back and forth on it like an ear of corn and it got longer and each time I slid back to the tip. I pulled away and looked at the wet spot we had created together; me with my spit and Dev with his pre-seed. “Pull it out,” he said. “You got me leaking and I know you want any seed that comes out of my dick to go inside you, one way or another.” I unzipped Dev’s fly and pulled out his cock: eight inches, thick and rock hard, with a fat purple head that I knew was going to open me up good. I dove down on his dick, my hunger for cock trumping the gag reflex that used to trip me up in my younger, more inhibited days. As I sucked and savored his pre-seed, Dev started in with the verbal, saying “When I went to school to become a pharmacist all those years ago, I didn’t know that modern science was going to give me such a tremendous gift; an endless, excited stream of fresh, desperate-to-be-bred cumdumps; and that I’d get to be at first in line to seed them.” I pulled off his throbbing cock and looked up into his dark, sexy eyes. “How many customers have you initiated this way?” I asked. “You’ll be 37,” he said. “I keep track on my phone.” And then he laughed. Turned on by the thought of all that barebacking, I dived back down on his cock, determined to get it as hard and wet as possible for my hole. “But you’re definitely one of the hottest,” he added. I groaned around his cock. “And hungriest. Stand up, lose those slutty little shorts.” I pulled off my red vintage Adidas running shorts and before I regained my balance, he shoved me on the bed and dived tongue-first into my hole. “It’s 11:18,” I said to him, stealing a look at my alarm clock. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said. “I’ll keep my balls-deep promise. Just getting you wet and ready.” Dev grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and lubed-up my hole first and then his throbbing cock, and then, as he positioned his cockhead at the opening of my pucker, I looked at the clock. It read 11:25. “You ready?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “You sure? Because once I’m in you, I’m not stopping till you take my seed. There’s no turning back.” “Have any of the 36 other sluts pussied out?” “One,” he said. “But he called me back a day later and I gave my him jizz in the storeroom at work during my lunch break.” As we were talking, Dev slowly sunk his hot cock into me, a millimeter at a time. God, it was hurting like fuck but if I kept him talking, if I didn’t focus on the pain, it wasn’t that bad. Dev knew that, too, and was happy to keep up the verbal. “How long have you wanted to cross the line, become a hardcore barebacker instead of a guy who slips up once in a while and feels bad about it?” “Years, man,” I admitted, sensing he was about halfway inside me now. “I remember when Hot Desert Knights came out with their first video, I ordered it on VHS and I came so hard at the end of the first scene when the bottom took his fucker’s seed deep inside. And it was an internal breeding, too. Not one of those cum outside and slather it on the hole jobs. I still remember the anticipation of watching the bottom’s freshly fucked hole and waiting for him to push his breeder’s seed out. It took a while, but when that juice came oozing out—God, I remember it was so thick and white—I came again. It took me about a week to get through the video because I would cum after one scene and then shut it off so I could savor the thrill for as long as possible.” “The videos I post are almost all internal,” Dev said casually, rocking from side to side, his cock almost all the way inside me now. It was 11:27. “Videos?” I ask, intrigued but also scared. I’m ready for his seed, I think, but am I ready for my closeup? I don’t think so. “On Xtube and Tumblr,” he said. “And then they end up all over.” “What’s your screen name?” I asked. “FitFlooder,” he said. “Fuck,” I said. “I’ve seen your vids. I know it. Holy shit, I’ve jacked off to my pharmacist.” I couldn’t help but laugh, which oddly made my hole relax a little more around his stiff invader. “I don’t show faces,” he explained, “unless the bottoms are okay with it. I let the bottoms tell me what they’re comfortable with showing. The only real rule I have is I always cum inside.” “As it should be.” “There are two videos I’ve posted where I creamed fuckers faces but that was only because I had already bred both the guys multiple times and each guy wanted my huge load all over his face.” “Hot,” I groaned as I tried to get used to him. “Mission accomplished, fucker,” Dev said, looking down at where his cock would be if it weren’t buried all the way up ass. “Balls deep and it’s only 11:29.” “Oh fuck,” I groaned. “I’m so fucking full. If you start sliding in and out, I think I’m going to break in half.” “I don’t care,” he said simply and then without taking his cock out of my ass, reached over to the night stand and grabbed his phone. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Recording the moment for posterity,” he said. “What if I don’t want you to?” I ask. “I pull out and go home,” he said. “It’s your choice.” The thought of him leaving without seeding me was nearly unbearable. “Okay, but no face.” What the fuck was happening? Here I was, about to take my first raw load from a virtual stranger and I was seriously thinking of letting him make a video of it. “I won’t show your face,” he agreed. “And before I leave here, I’ll show it to you. And I bet when we watch it, you’ll get so hard you’ll insist on taking my seed again…or I can take yours. I’m an equal opportunity spunk-swapper.” “All right,” I replied. “Do it. Fucking breed me.” Dev turned on the camera and held it with one hand while he steadied my hips with the other. He slowly started to slide his hot cock out of my ass and just as he felt the rim of his cockhead connect with my first ring, he’d slide back in. “God that feels so good, fucker,” he said. “Your ass is like fucking velvet.” “My ass is yours,” I groaned. “You didn’t ask my status, fucker,” he said, gradually picking up the pace of his fuck strokes. “I didn’t,” I said. “Because it doesn’t matter,” he said. “You’re free to be the cumwhore you’ve always wanted to be. Is that what you want to be?” “Yes,” I gasped as his fuckstick hit home again and again. “Yes, it is.” “Say it then,” he said, looking me in the eyes while the camera caught his cockstrokes into my hole. “I need to hear you say it. So do the fuckers watching this.” “I want to be a cumwhore,” I said. “I want to take seed all the time, everyday, from every hot fucker I can get my hole around. And give it, too.” “I may have to take you up on that,” he replied, "but not yet. Right now I’m going to give you what you need so bad. I knew you needed it the second I saw you and you’re about to get it.” “Oh yes. Fuck yes.” Dev’s fuck strokes were coming fast and furious. I used my battered ass muscles to try and milk his seed out and make the insemination as mind-blowing for him as I knew it was going to be for me. “What do you want?” he asked. “I want your cum,” I said. “You want it?” he panted. “You want my seed?” “Fuck, yes,” I gasped. “Breed me. Breeding my hungry ass. Shoot that seed, fucker.” “Once I do it, I own you. You understand that? Do you?” Dev’s intensity snaps me back into the present moment, this moment I’ve been fantasizing about for so long and I finally got the courage to make happen. “Yes, breed me.” I say. “After this, you’re going to be hooked. You’re going to live for cum. You understand that?” “Yes, breed me.” “Oh fuck, that six day load is coming, fucker. Get ready to take it.” “Yes, fucker, yes! Fill my up. Seed my fucking guts, stud!” “Aaaaarrrggggghhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Unnnnnghh!” Dev bellowed as jet after jet of man cum whitewashed my insides. “Take that seed!” “I feel it, fucker. Every rope, I feel it. Give me every drop.” “Take every drop of that DNA. Let it soak into your guts.” “Aaaaah,” Dev sighed. Then, turning the camera off, tossed his phone beside us and collapsed on top of me without withdrawing his python from my ass. “God, that was incredible,” I sighed, reaching my hand down to stroke my hard cock. Dev smacked my hand away. “You’re not jerking off, fucker. You’re a Truveda Slut now.” “So?” “Truveda Sluts don’t waste their seed.” “Fine. You gonna take it?” “I might,” he said. “Or we can hit a bathhouse together or find a hotel party on BBRT. The options are wide open…just like that ass of yours. The point is, as you’ve just discovered, your hot sperm can make some lucky studfucker’s day so it’s just selfish of you to waste it.” Dev shifted his weight a bit and his spent dick snaked out of my hole with a plop. “Don’t you dare let my spunk come out yet.” Dev grabbed his phone and slid me over the edge of the bed where the light was better, hitting ‘record’ on the cameraphone. “Pull those legs back,” he ordered, adding "And let me see what six days worth of cum looks like oozing out of a brand new Truvada Whore.” I did as Dev ordered. I relaxed my ass muscles, and felt glob after glob of Dev’s wet spunk ooze from hole and down my crack. “Damn, I shot a huge load, fucker.” Dev commented. “You don’t have to tell me,” I answered, “I felt it.” “You brought it out in me.” “Mmmmm.” “Are you glad you picked my pharmacy for your Truveda prescription?” “Yes.” “Are you glad you let me in your hot hole raw?” “Yes.” “Are you glad you took my seed?” “Yes.” “Do you want more cum?” “Yes.” “Good, because this is just the beginning.”

My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”

We left the bar and went over to Warmoesstraat and entered another bar which had a totally different atmosphere: there were a lot more guys in leather gear, ranging from jackets, pants to harnesses, as well as a number of skinhead type guys. Stefan got us some beers and we stood checking out the men, or I should say they were checking-out us, as Artur and I as we were by far the youngest guys there. I was embarrassed by the big wet patch on my pants as it was all around the ass and crotch area. Will thought it was hot as it showed how much of a cum slut I had become. I saw several men looking at the patch, although looking back, maybe they were just checking out my ass. "Why not go down stairs and have some fun," Will suggested to Artur and me, adding "I'll join you later." He also told us to take-off our T shirts before we did so, volunteering to hold them. The basement was not so much as maze as the previous one. It had a smaller number of stalls, one of which contained a sling. There was a darkroom, or more like a darkened room, as it did hot have a door or curtain. It was packed full of men having sex. I could hear hard ass fucking in one of the stalls and yelling that I could not understand. Artur nudged me with his elbow and my eyes followed where he was looking: a skinhead was staring at us. And when I say he was staring, I'm not exaggerating. It wasn't the usual, casual glance guys generally use when checking-out another guy. No, the skinhead was fully and exclusively focused on us. Not surprisingly I felt somewhat uncomfortable and looked away, but not before noticing the skinhead was in his mid-20s, had a shaved head, was about 5' 10" tall, wore a Fred Perry shirt, tight patchy bleached jeans and boots that went half way up his calves. He had a metal ring in his septum, so a bit of the ring entered each nostril. In addition, metal studs were embedded in his forehead and some sort of ear rings on the lobes of his ears which held open large holes. Oh, and a large bulge down his left pants leg advertised his cock and balls. As you might expect, I couldn't help myself but look briefly back to see if he was still staring. He was and did so for the next five minutes or so. He had no expression of ….hi guys, I like you and want to fuck.... It felt a bit hostile. Suddenly he nodded to the stall, containing the sling, looked at us and went in to it. Although we couldn't speak each others language, it didn't take a genius to work out that we were both intimidated. We made no move to follow the skinhead. Maybe two minutes later he came to the stall doorway. Presumably, as we hadn't moved, the skinhead then rubbed his crotch and nodded his head backwards to indicate that we should join him. Artur surprised me as without a word he started walking towards the stall. When the skinhead saw this be backed further into the doorway. As the invite was for us both I followed Artur, not sure if I was doing so to ensure there were two of us in case of trouble or because of was intrigued. The second we had cleared the doorway, the skinhead locked the stall up. I admit I felt panicky as we were trapped. I was ready to yell for help at the top of my voice. He stood staring at us, he eyes moving from our faces slowly down to our feet. I didn't know what to do as I was afraid any movement or gesture might lead to trouble. The skinhead then said something in what sounded Dutch. As we didn't respond he then said in broken English to turn around so he could see us from behind. Not wanting to antagonise him, I did so and Artur followed my lead. (You might recall that Artur can only speak German so he didn't know what had been said.) After we did so, the skinhead told us to take our pants off. I noticed his bulge had changed to a boner down his jeans. I sensed we were not going to get a beating and it was sex the guy wanted. We both did as he asked and took our pants off. Both Artur and I were boned solid. After staring at us again, the skinhead indicated that Artur was to get into the sling. If the atmosphere had not been so tense it would have been comical watching Artur try to get in the sling. It was clear that like me, he had not been in one before. The skinhead helped by roughly putting Artur's feet into supports. He told me to go the the side and kiss Artur. A few seconds after my lips met Artur's, the skinhead leaned forward and suddenly spat onto our mouths. We were both shocked and when I tried to pull away the skinhead forced my head into Artur and made us kiss with the spit on our lips. Whilst he ground my face against Artur, the skinhead was speaking something I didn't understand. The skinhead then took of his shirt and pulled down his pants so they were stuck against the top of his boots. His body was lean and so very hard looking. He had a big red and black tattoo around his left nipple. The same design as the earlier guy from the other bar had on his crotch. He had a wide silver ring around his cock and balls. His cock was concrete solid about 7 inches long and average thickness. The head of his cock had a metal bar though it. I'd seen a PA before but never a bar! He told me to kneel and when I did so he pulled my head towards his cock and told me to lick it. I went to suck but he said “NO -lick it first, bitch”. I followed his instruction and licked the head. It was so odd felling the edge of the metal rod on my tongue. His cock head tasted of beer piss. He then pulled me further onto his cock and had me suck the entire length as he stared down watching me do it. A minute or so later, he pulled out my mouth and went over and had Artur lick and suck him. The skinhead told me to get to the other side and kiss his cock at the same time as Artur. I did so and could feel Artur's tongue as we both worked on the head and then the length of the cock. As we did so, Skinhead told us that we were “young bitches that he was going breed, a fuck we would never forget”. I couldn't help but bone when he said “breed” as I wanted his cock in me raw, although I was worried by taking the rodded cock head. He said “so you want then then, you dirty bitch”. He pulled back and told me to get on the sling. It was difficult but I ended up lying on top of Artur. It couldn't have been comfortable for him. Skinhead put my legs up on the sling supports and it meant my exposed ass hole was only inches above Artur's. He then bent down and looked at our asses. I felt a hand, then finger at my ass and he said “fuck bitch you have been bred already tonight, not the same for your friend, I am going to breed my seed into you both.” I then felt his face at my ass and then his tongue roughly licking my fuck hole. Fuck he was good and he had me groaning. I felt his lips completely surround my ass lips and he began sucking real hard. He pulled back and said to squeeze the seed out which he knew I'd have in me. He sucked again and I managed to give him some. He immediately went to Artur's ass and I guessed he was licking that seed into his fuck hole. I realised the skinhead was getting both our holes ready for his cock. After going from my ass to Artur's and back again for maybe 5 minutes the skinhead stood up. He told us to get ready for breeding. He said that as I was the wettest, I would be first. With that I felt his cock head at my ass hole. I was thinking fuck will that metal bar hurt? Although he clearly liked it rough, he was gentle as he slid his cock head into me. To be honest I couldn't feel the metal bar. Once the head was inside, he slid the entire length into me in one quick deep thrust. Had I not already been fucked so many times that night it would have hurt. He slammed his cock into me again and again. He pulled out and although I couldn't see it, I could tell by the noises Artur was making that the cock was at his ass. I knew when he entered Artur ass by the groan he made. It seemed the skinhead took longer before he slid completely into Artur. He thrusted into Artur's ass and by now the Skinhead was moaning. All of a sudden he spat in my face again. Skinhead then pulled out of Artur and said he was going to go from one ass to the other and back again so that we shared all the cum in my ass and each others ass juices. Fuck guys, not only was the breeding fuck awesome in itself but the mental knowledge that skinhead was deliberately mixing our juices and the seed from all the earlier guys was too much. I shot all over my stomach. Skinhead wiped my seed up with his hand, rubbed it all over his cock and rammed it into Artur and hammered it into his ass walls. I heard Artur shoot under me. Skinhead started thrusting real hard and fast and I could tell he was close. He yelled to Artur he began shooting into him. Real quick he pulled out of Artur and pushed into me and I could feel skinhead cock still shooting as I also took his seed. He held into me until he stopped shooting. For the next 5 minutes or so skinhead continued to go from one ass to another fucking us as he had stayed boned. Finally he slid out of us, pulled up his pants, picked up his shirt and said “thanks bitches - enjoy my seed” then left the stall, leaving the door open. I was still lying on top of Artur, our ass holes exposed! More later guys!

Becoming a Proud Slut Chapter 1 A Man of His Word The bar was crowded and dark and the music was loud enough that I could feel it pulse in my chest. Nobody was smoking, but the air was hazy and stale. The room was long and narrow, with the bar in the middle, separating the tables in the front from the dancing in the back. I was traveling alone for work, and had been to this city twice before, but it was my first time visiting this particular club. It was also the first time I had gone out since the end of an almost year-long relationship. I sat at the bar with my back to the dance floor, watching as groups of men entered and ordered drinks. The crowd was exclusively men, mixed types, but with a definite leaning towards leather and denim. Everybody seemed to know each other. Only the bartender said more than two words to me. After my third drink I noticed that a rough looking guy was checking me out. His face and arms were tanned and he looked like he hadn’t shaved or washed his hair in a few days. He kept staring at me, so I nodded hello. He ordered two beers and walked towards me. His body was slim and fit, but probably from a very physical job, not from the gym. He was wearing torn jeans and dirty boots. Only his white T-shirt looked new and clean. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly. He was just sleazy enough to be sexy. He handed me a beer and I thanked him. He took a long swig from his bottle as he looked me up and down. I smiled, and took a sip, again thanking him. He however was blatantly checking-out my ass, and then stepped closer, reached around and tightly squeezed my butt. I was surprised, but a little turned on by his confidence. He looked me in the eyes and with a gravelly voice said, “I’m gonna to cum in your ass tonight.” I almost spit beer and before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist and led me away from the bar. I tried to tell him that I don’t usually bottom and never bareback, but the music was loud and I don’t think he heard me. I kept following him and he led me right into the women’s bathroom. It was unlit, but not unoccupied. A dozen or so shirtless men were paired up and exploring each others’ bodies. He led me to an empty spot at the sinks and backed me against the counter. He kissed me on the mouth, hard and slow and wet. It had been a while since I had been with someone and we could both feel my dick stiffen against the hardness in his pants. We finished our beers, set the bottles in the sink and kissed some more. He was a great kisser and I decided to continue and to ignore his earlier comment. He turned me around and massaged my butt with strong hands. It felt good. When he gently pushed my shoulders down, I bent over and laid my chest on the counter. In one motion, he dropped to his knees and lowered my shorts and underwear. I stepped out of them and kicked them under the sink. He kissed and nibbled my smooth, naked ass. The stubble on his chin scratched, but it turned me on even more. He spread my butt cheeks and kissed and licked my hole. I lifted one knee onto the counter to give him deeper access. His tongue flickered in and out of my wet hole. He was an expert rimmer and had me moaning and fully erect in no time. He stood up, whipped out his cock and rubbed it against my crack. I could feel that it was long and thick. I looked into the mirror over the sinks. He was looking down, concentrating as he worked his dick and pre-cum all over my tight hole. He put his middle finger in his mouth and slicked it up with spit. He stuck it knuckle-deep up my ass and worked it around. It felt great and I squirmed with pleasure as I loosened up. He played with my fuckhole like this for a while - alternating between fingering me roughly, then rubbing his dick on my hole. He never hesitated to re-wet his finger after pulling it out of my ass. “Hope I’m clean enough,” I said. “Tastes good,” he replied. Eventually he managed to get two fingers inside, using only spit and pre-cum as lube. My ass was aching to get fucked. He stood me up and turned me around to face him. He lifted off my T-shirt and tossed it under the sink. I sat on the counter and leaned back, lifting my legs to my chest. Presented with my willing hole, he rimmed, fingered, tongue fucked and rubbed his cock some more. The sensations all felt good and my mind tuned-out as the pleasure took control. At some point I realized that he was no longer just rubbing his cock on my hole, but actually slipping it in for a few strokes and then pulling out to rim or finger me again. Eventually he was only fucking me. He fucked me deeply and slowly, satisfying my hungry hole. I rocked back and forth to meet his strokes and greedily took all his cock. “I don’t usually bottom…” I said. He looked right at me and said, “Yeah, well I guess tonight’s an unusual night.” Our eyes remained locked as he gradually fucked me faster and faster. I was lost in his gaze and my own pleasure when the couple closest to us suddenly got loud and verbal with cries such as “I’m gonna cum!" and "Me too!" and "You want my load?" and the inevitable "Fuck yeah!”, their cries and moans were followed by their respective climaxes. followed by their cries and moans as they both climaxed at the same time. It was then that I came to my senses and noticed the bowl of condoms on the counter. I reached down and felt my partner’s cock and confirmed what I already knew. He was fucking me without protection. Strangely, my dick got harder. “I never bareback,” I told him. “Guess you can’t say that anymore,” he said. Then he asked the top next to us, “Did you breed his hole?” The guy replied with a smirk and answered “Deep.” “Nice,” my fucker said. Turning his attention back to me, he said “You’re next.” He fucked me harder and faster. “I don’t bareback.” I said between groans. “You could have fooled me." “No, I mean, I don’t like to bareback.” He grabbed my hard cock. “Looks like you like it.” I couldn’t argue with that and moaned with pleasure as he fucked me and stroked my cock. A minute more of that and I told him, “I’m getting close.” “Me too,” he grunted. “You’re going to cum in my ass.” “That’s what I said,” then he grunted and bucked as he unloaded balls-deep in my guts. I shot my load so far and hard that it splattered on the mirror on the wall. Still on the counter, I caught my breath while he tenderly kissed me in his arms. His dick softened inside me then slipped out. He stuffed it back in his pants, quickly zipped up and left the bathroom without saying another word. I stood up, weak in the knees, wondering what had just happened. I felt embarrassed, rejected and used, but a feeling of pride soon took over. I was glad to know that I could be so slutty that I would take a stranger’s cum. I looked under the sink for my clothes, but it was dark and I couldn’t see them. I got down on my hands and knees and felt around the sticky floor, but they were gone - along with my keys and wallet.

'What are you doing? Are you fuckin' crazy? This will seal it!' My brain was ringing all alarm bells, but I didn’t listen. He was sexy, witty, and he wanted to fuck me hard. How could any reasonable individual say no to him? So I followed him to his apartment. It was actually a bit of a ride: we road the subway for twenty minutes during which I had mixed feelings as I nervously asked myself 'What was going to happen? Who was I following home?' but he just smiled and we chatted as I discretely tried to take a look at his package. I wasn’t sure whether he was hard or not, but the bulge was certainly promising. Little did I know. From time to time he would touch my hand, my chest or my ass. It looked like we were two twinks from one of the American porn studios rather than two strangers which were about to share the same strain of HIV. When we arrived at his apartment, I wasn't surprised to find it was nice and so fucking twinky, al la an American porn video. There was even a 1D poster on the door. We kissed and made out as we slowly and intimately helped each other out of his clothing. He made it a point to taste every part of my body and I returned the favor. Then I felt it. Oh my God! It was huge! I stopped and stared as he widely grinned and dropped his underwear. I had never seen a cock like this before. How he had any blood left in his body I didn't know. This definitely could turn any chocolate obsessed bottoms if you catch my drift. I tried sucking it, but I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough. And above this monster was a scorpion tattoo. How telling. We kissed further and then he reached over under his bed and gave me a little bottle. “You will need this. Use it as much as you like. Take a deep whiff.” With that he positioned me onto my back. I inhaled and the familiar sensation of flying began, but my ascent was interrupted when he smeared some spit on his cock, lined-up with my hole, and silenced me by securing my mouth with his palm. I looked at him. He returned my gaze, and in so doing, rammed his cock all the way into. It ripped everything in me apart. I shrieked in pain. It felt like the whole muscle ripped. Barely able to breath, I inhaled as much of the poppers as I was able. They provided provided some relief but not much. I looked at him in absolute horror, trying to understand what just happened. He pulled out, smiled, leaned over and kissed me, murmuring "Don’t worry, it’s all over now. I'll use lube. We are going to make love and when I cum, my toxic babies will swim straight to your heart. So you will never forget me.” We kissed more. He took the lube, massaged my hole and his cock and slowly pushed himself back in. I still struggled, but the poppers and the training I had received within the past few days helped me enjoy the intensity of the fuck. His cock pushed his way back in. “Are you ready to join the club little boy?” “Fuck yeah, give me your babies.” He smiled, looked me straight in the eyes and accelerated his pace, clearly getting closer and closer. To this day I love watching the top cum. So hot. And especially that moment was unique. As he blew his load into my ass he all-but yelled. “TAAAAAKEEE THEEEEMMMM!!!! AAAAAAHHH!” I had never felt a cock cumming in me, and have never after that night. But that experience was amazing. I felt the dick pulsating and shooting in me. Load after load after load after load. He didn’t seem to stop, but eventually, when he was done, he collapsed and smirked. “Welcum to the club my friend. Better put on some pants before you leak on my bed.” With that, he pulled out, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. On his way, he stopped in front of poster which was hung next to a wall calendar. He put an X on today’s date and another on his poster, and then he disappeared into the bathroom. While I dressed a took a look at the poster and calendar. The X he had made was on the day's date, which was the 8th, and the poster had 24 crosses before me, so I was number 25. I heard the shower going, so I got the drift, put on my shirt and left. Only then did I realise that I still hadn’t cum. On my way back to the hotel, I looked at the skyline and couldn’t decide whether I ended up in heaven or in hell....

Let's just file this one under fiction, okay? 'Cause I'd die if people knew what happened to me. I guess it all started a few weeks ago. I was on a4a and received a message from a hot hung dude. Let's call him Tommy. In my entire life I had never before seen so stunningly gorgeous a man, and his dick was perfection. Then I read his status: poz. Although he was amazingly good looking, I thought about it, and held-off on responding to his message. A couple of days later he messaged me again and asked if I was his type. I didn't want to be rude, so I told him I thought he was hot but I don't play with poz guys. Well, to make a long story short, he made an interesting proposition that was hard to ignore. Or maybe I couldn't ignore it because I was hard? Ehh .. who knows. To make a long story short, he ended up at my place and his dick was starting to enter me. In all honesty I was a little freaked out: a poz dick was about to enter my hole. This was definitely a first. But, I remembered Tommy's assurance that he would only 'shallow fuck' me and this was very safe. His plan was to very slowly work his fat dick into my hole and then very slowly and very gently fuck me with just the tip of his massive cock. He explained to me that it could feel better than being fucked hard and deep because all of the sensations are magnified when the top goes slow. And damn, was he right! Not only was his cock the biggest I had ever had in my ass, he also entered my ass more slowly than any big cock had ever fucked me before. When we started, I honestly thought it would hurt like hell, but he used a massive amount of lube and, true to his word, was very gentle. The problem was that it felt way to good. He didn't need to ask me. I'm sure my moans told him all he needed to hear. "How's that feeling?" he whispered into my ear. All I could do was answer with more moans and gasps. "Okay," he said, "we should probably stop now. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then, he stopped and withdrew. Almost involuntarily I found myself pleading "Please, put it back in!" He kissed the back of my neck and replied "Gosh, I love fucking your hot bubble butt, but, I'm liking it too much," adding as he rubbed my crack with his cock, "and I'm worry you will like it too much and that I'll turn you into a chaser." I just wanted to get fucked more. II heard about bug chasers before. Those were stupid crazy people. I'm not one of them. "Please just a little more,"I pleaded. Tommy complied, saying "Okay, but I have to go just a little deeper. If I don't, I might pop out; the real difficulty is in the penetration. I have to make sure that I stay in your hole." That kinda made sense, I reasoned. I felt him slide it back in. Oh God! It felt beyond fantastic. My ass was stretching wide, but it didn't burn like most tops make me feel. "Fuck, that's deep!" I shrieked. Tommy assured me that it was only half-way in. "You're taking it well." And the brief painful jabbing sensation I had just felt was immediately replaced by a warm pleasant sensation. His pace was much quicker than the slow shallow strokes with which he had started. Now each stroke was more forceful, and brought me even more intense pleasure. Tommy whispered into my ear, "we should probably stop soon before I lose control. Unless you want a load of poz cum deep inside you." He drove his cock deeper into me as if to emphasize how far he was invading my hole at that point. The rational part of my brain told me that I needed to stop, but, it felt so wonderful. My orgasm was building. And I didn't want the pleasure to stop. All I could do was moan in response. Tommy tried to remind me that I was making a bad decision. "I can tell you're loving this, but, if you don't tell me to stop, I'll blast my poz cum inside your ass. Is that what you really want?" He then picked up his pace as if he knew the answer I couldn't say aloud. Oh my god. Why didn't I say stop? Was it because it felt amazing? Or did I maybe want a poz load in me? Wait, am I a bug chaser? Tommy was pounding me hard and deep now. I felt his balls slap against my taint. The sensations were overwhelming. I couldn't think straight. No, I'm not a bug chaser. But, fuck .. it felt so good! I just wanted him to keep fucking me. That's all. When I heard my voice demand he 'Fuck me', somehow it seemed like someone else had given the order. He paused for a moment. "Oh, you love this big dick inside you huh?" Why was he teasing me now. "Yes, fuck me!" I blurted out. My orgasm was so close. I needed him to continue. I pulled at his legs to show the urgency I felt. He slowly resumed pace and gave me one final warning "this big poz dick is gonna give you AIDS," as his pace picked-up. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He was assailing my hole. I felt my balls tighten and I could feel his dick grow tight. My hole was being destroyed with each thrust, but I couldn't let it end. I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth as I started to jerk my cock, "I don't care! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was so close to cumming. A voice in the back of my head was telling me "you're becoming a chaser." Or wait, did Tommy say that? I couldn't think clearly. But, all I could say before I came was "shoot your poz cum in me! Give me AIDS!" I felt a his cock twitch and pumping, and even as he did, another voice in the back of my head was telling me 'he's shooting poz cum into your ass'. And I didn't care. In fact, I loved it and blurted out "Yes! Fuck yes!" just as I shot my own load into my stomach. I could still feel Tommy pulsating inside my as as I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. Tommy collapsed beside me. As the seconds passed I came to reality. Holy shit, what I had I done?

There's a sleazy adult book store a 45 minute drive from here. It can be fun or slow, depending on when you go. I have found some luck going during lunch time on a weekday for a good high protein liquid lunch as I love to suck anonymous cocks through the glory holes. I went this last Monday, hoping it would be a better time than last time I was there. On that occasion there were only two other guys were there, and both, like me, were bottoms. This time when I drove into the parking lot I was pleased to see eight cars parked in the lot. I went in, paid the $5.00 entrance fee, and went behind the curtain where the video booths are located. I saw a couple of regulars as well as a few other guys I had never before seen. I walked around a bit, checking out the guys going in and out of the booths, and listening for the sounds of real sex. I chose one of the booths that I knew offered two glory holes, one on each side of the booth. I sat down and found a good video to watch, and waited to see if anyone would enter one of the adjoining booths. Before too long, I heard someone enter the booth on my right. I bent my head down a bit to take a look. The guy was standing, flipping through the video channels. He seemed to find one to his liking and began rubbing the crotch of his blue jeans. I looked back at the screen to watch a bit of the hot gang bang video playing on the screen. Then I leaned down again to check-in on my neighbor: he had pulled his dick out and was slowly stroking it. He wasn't fully hard yet, but seemed to be growing nicely. I stuck a finger through to hole to let him know I wanted a taste. He turned, and stepped closer. I watched him stroke it a bit more, and signaled again with my finger. He stepped slid his dick through the glory hole. I felt him up, and stroked him a bit. He sighed deeply. I love hearing a man's reaction to the services I'm giving his dick. So I took it up a notch and leaned down and licked the tip. He whispered "Oh yeah!" and I went down on my knees to give him more attention. I started sucking for real, and his dick grew in my mouth. It was not very thick, but it was fairly long and had a nice upward curve. The more I sucked, the more he moaned. I gave him the full deep throat treatment, and he rewarded me with a thick tasty load. That was load number one. The next guy had been watching through the hole on the other side, and as I sat back up, he slipped his dick through the glory hole for my inspection. He was uncut, and apparently extra sensitive, 'cause when I took him into my mouth, his cock jumped and jerked, especially when he blew load number two deep down my throat. I had to wait a few minutes for the next cock. Guy number three seemed shy at first, but I finally got a taste. I went wild on it with my tongue, and he shot off very quickly with a big deep moan. Guy number four followed almost immediately. He was quite verbal, whispering to me to suck it deep, telling me how he liked it, and cheering me on with exclamations, and eventually "Here it cums." Four delicious loads in half an hour, all from guys I would never be able to identify. I got up and lef the booth to walk around a bit. There are two larger booths in this place that don't have glory holes, but are big enough for two guys to play around comfortably. There was a guy in his 30's with buzzed hair, broad shoulders, work boots and some kind of uniform like a car mechanic or something. He looked like he might be Hispanic, which is pretty unusual in this part of the country. He was standing in the doorway of this large booth, and he was giving me the eye, so I walked down that way. I got close to him, and he stepped into the booth leaving the door open so I could see him. He was groping the front of his pants, and I could tell he had a large bulge. I stepped toward him, and he entered the booth. I followed him in and he reached behind me to shut and lock the door. He kept kneading his dick through those pants. He said "do you like big dick man?" Of course I answered "Yes." "I want to see yours," he then said. Well, it's not much, but he had me hard as a rock. He told me to drop my jeans and turn around so he could see my ass. I complied. Then he told me to get on my knees and he pulled-out his big thick cock and told me to suck on it. It was the best I had seen so far. I stared licking and sucking, taking more and more into my mouth with each stroke. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my face. I love a man who takes charge like that! He then took his cock out of my mouth and told me to lick his balls. Then he fed me his cock again, ordering me to get it wet. After a couple of minutes of me slobbering on his steely cock, he pulled me up to my feet. My pants were still around my ankles. He looked me in the eyes with lust, turned me around, and pressed me up against the wall. I heard him spit a big glob which he shoved into my twitching hole. He pushed the thick head of his cock against my hole and slowly entered me. He stopped with just the tip of his dick inside my ass and asked "You want this, don't you bitch?" "Yes, yes, fuck me!" I replied. And he pushed-in slowly but firmly. Once he was all the way in, he gave me a minute to adjust, then he slowly and steadily long-dicked me. It felt so hot to have him pressed up against me fucking in and out of my ass. "Hot willing fuckhole man" he said into my ear as he picked up speed. He fucked harder and faster, grunting more and more. "Take my load bitch!" he said and he buried himself deep inside me. I felt his cock jerking out a load as he held me tightly against his body, grunting and gasping into my ear. My head was spinning I was so turned on by this rough guy. He pulled out, put his cock away, slapped my loaded ass, and left the booth. I figured five loads was enough for the day, especially since I sure couldn't top that last one. I'll be back for more soon!

He's 22 and probably not very experienced--and more than likely overflowing with guilt for wanting to act on his urges. Yeah, he may be a pain in the ass--but he might also be 1 good fuck coach away from being the hottest piece of ass you will ever have or have had! You have put a lot in emailing or texting back and forth- he is afraid to come to you ( he is new-remember; and maybe he has heard of serial killers all his life and has fear) So why not spare the fuck and just meet the kid at some very safe and neutral place- no pressure to do anything more than talk with you, to have a soda and taco in a setting he feels safer in.If you hate his ass after 15 minutes,no harm,no foul.Eat your taco, say good bye, and end it. If you feel he has potential, move it to the next step.You want a fuck hole--but they sometimes need to be developed ( gawd knows I have seen more than 10,000 cock pass thru my hole and each one has helped develop my slut side to its best - and still getting better) Even if he is not the hole you want, you might just help him break out of his shell a bit, and have a friend from it down the road

Got incredibly horny yesterday and just had to have a cock inside me. I found a thick poz top on BBRTS and went to his place…….he fucked me silly. His cock was so fucking thick that, even with hitting the poppers over and over again, he had to go in little by little. Once my ass got used to him, he fucked me hard for a good half hour, before shooting his load deep in my guts. I kept his load in me all night. Great way to spend the afternoon for sure. Next time, he’s inviting his other top friends to gangbang me. I love being a cumdump! Here's a pic of his cock.

This past weekend, ended up spending the weekend with a hot pig guy, we did foreplay and messed around with others, then he popped into me and loaded me up, then to my surprise, went to the freezer and took out a tube of his and his buddies cum loads and fucked that in with another hot load. Was fucking amazing.

My name is Mikey – CHPT 3 - Welcome to Harold’s World: I wanted Curtis to cum, so every time he slid his dick back inside me I said, “I’m a sissy cunt. I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” I truly didn’t believe that yet, I knew then I was still Mikey– but before Curtis was done with me I would believe it. Curtis seemed determined to make sure I understood all the ways he planned to break me as he fucked me hard on his desk. I didn’t realize then why he was saying those things as literally hours earlier I had been with my church group, had never been fucked, had never done drugs – shit how quickly things can change. While my mind fought and my emotions ran wild, my body responded to what Curtis was doing to me and my dick was the hardest it had ever been and drooled a stream of precum that ran down my side. After what seemed like an eternity, with my body laying now flat back on the desk, hole exposed, wedged by his sweaty body, Curtis prepared to cum, “That’s it sissy cunt, open right up, got you nice and wet, you like that? Feeling that long black dick? Come on, shake them walls, that’s it, feel that cunt twitching, begging for me, just begging for this long, black dick, just begging for….oh shit…..UGHHH…FUCK…I’M CUMMING IN YOU, I’M CUMMING……OOOHHHH…AHHHH……SAY YOUR NAME CUNT, SAY YOUR SAY NAME…SAY IT YOU FUCKING SISSY CUNT…..SAY……CUNT…GRRRR.” Curtis then dropped his head on my chest, his entire body shook, he grunted, moaned, trembled, spit ran from his mouth and he unloaded in my sore ass. He was breathing hard and heavy when suddenly loud clapping filled the room. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. “What the fuck!” Curtis exclaimed as he pulled off me and withdrew his dick in one motion, making me drop off the end of the desk and cry out in surprise and pain as my knees hit the concrete. I looked up and Curtis’ dick was drooling spooge and ass funk and still looked pretty hard, then I noticed them. Two black guys were standing in the doorway to his office, one about my age, and one about Curtis’ age, and both of them were smiling and nodding. The older guy pointed at me with a key ring choked with keys and said, “Let me guess. New employee orientation?” and then let out a big howl of laughter. The younger guy now spoke up, “We knew something was up when the store wasn’t open yet and we saw the regulars all standing around outside looking stupid saying no one was home. So what’s this man? Don’t do me like that. You know my dick is like human crack. You said the shop was my hustle.” Curtis snarled, “Unless you’re becoming a bitch now nothing’s changed, now go unload the truck and this ain’t none of your business.” He then mumbled a few words more and walked towards the back of his office, opened a door, flipped on a switch to a bathroom, and soon a loud stream of piss began to fill the toilet. I was still on my knees when the younger guy walked over to me, held out his hand, I held out mine thinking he was going to help me up, he just shook it and said, “AJ,” then stepped back. The older guy stepped towards me, held out his big hand, and looking up I realized what a giant he seemed. He was taller and thicker than Curtis, had on black boots, the right one untied and laces dragging. His green coveralls/jumpsuit seemed one size too small, had some holes in it, the zipper looked broken half way up, and the American flag patch on his right chest was frayed and coming off. As I stood up I was able to better see the rest of him and was surprised at all the tattoos showing up his neck and the parts of his arms where the sleeves were rolled up. He also had couple big diamond stud earrings in each ear, a thick beard, but his head was shaved except for a wide stripe down the middle of his head – a low mohawk. I know my face showed my shock and curiosity as he held out his hand. “ Call me T2.” I didn’t understand and asked, “Tito, like Jackson?” This made him growl and AJ roar with laughter, “No, no. You know Mr. T – A-Team? I’m T2 – get it. Fuck don’t you watch cable? It’s a classic.” I still didn’t get it and by this point Curtis had walked back out and he and AJ both could not stop laughing. The big guy shrugged, sighed and said with a tinge of disgust “Fuck – Harold, my name’s Harold. Nice to meet you,” and held out his hand for me to shake. His hand felt hot, his grip was firm and he held my hand tight when he shook it, all the while using his middle finger to stroke my wrist and gave me a smile that made me melt. “I…I…” I knew I should introduce myself, good manners and all, but I couldn’t think straight as I looked into his dark, cool eyes. Curtis pulled Harold to the side, they both lit a blunt, and through the haze of smoke they spoke in quick, quiet whispers. Harold had his back partway to us, his left hand in his pocket, and I noticed a big wet mark running down his back and down his ass crack. AJ said, “Dude’s a freak. Grimey fucker never wears underwear and wears those same fucking coveralls every day. Shit. Never showers either. About gagged me out in the truck this morning. Stinky ass fucka.” AJ then focused back on me and started asking me questions and tried to finger my cummy ass, “Come on, want to stroke my dick? I’m as big as Curtis there and looks like you ready to get dug out good. Look, I’m already hard. Let me stick it in. Come on. Turn around.” Curtis turned and yelled at AJ, “Go open the fucking doors, let the folks in and empty the truck! No time for that shit and that dick is the only way you get to eat tonight so better not be wasting it.” AJ sighed, and stomped down the hall. I stayed where I was while Curtis and Harold exchanged a few more quiet words, Curtis then sat in his chair, smiled at me, hit his joint, and closed his eyes as the smoke escaped through his slightly parted lips. Harold walked over to me and I suddenly felt ashamed and self conscious of being naked with cum running out of my ass, but he didn’t seem fazed as he grabbed my left arm and guided me back down the hall past the video booths, wound his way through the displays in the sex store – making the first two customers who had just walked in stop and gape - and towards the far wall to a door with sign over it that said THEATER. I was really nervous now as I could hear AJ talking to people at the front of the store and telling them to wait a fucking minute while he got the register on and to keep their dicks in their pants. I didn’t want anyone else to see me, but Harold quickly unlocked the door to the theater, we went in, he flipped a few switches and the screen on the back wall sprang to life showing a video of an orgy of men and women fucking, sucking, and more than I could take in. This place had seen better days, that’s for sure and smelled even worse than the video booths. It was a mix of outhouse and cow barn, hot and steamy, there were a few rows of movie seats near the front, several chairs of various types and sizes scattered at the back, and an old couch along the far wall. The screen had some holes in it, the speakers sounded bad, but seeing a bunch of super sized dicks fucking and hearing all the dirty talk and moaning made me stop and stare and my hand automatically went to my hardening dick. Harold led me down the left wall, unlocked two padlocks and a deadbolt on another door and we entered what seemed like a storeroom. We wound our way through the piles of boxes as he pointed at a wood door that looked half off its hinges, “That’s the bathroom. Connects on the other side to Curtis’s office but I got to move some shit out of the way, usually don’t use that door. To the right he pointed to a mattress and pile of blankets on the floor, a book case with a big TV, piles of porno DVDs, wads of paper towels, a microwave, stained coffee maker, a small fridge, a couple books tossed in a corner with what looked like a month’s supply of green coveralls like he had on. “Welcome to my humble abode,” Harold said with a grand sweep of his arms and a low chuckle. “Make yourself comfortable. I got some weed and shit there on the floor if you want to roll something. Beer in the fridge. You don’t know how? No shit. Hmmm…” Harold starting digging around in a crumpled up shoe box by his bed and pulled out baggies of weed, papers, lighters, pipes, and other stuff and laid them out like he was making an alter. He then rolled a blunt, took a long drag, handed it to me, and guided me through a couple hits. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t understand, I umm… Brett and his Pa, I umm… I.” I started to trembled a little and crossed my arms over my chest, everything flooding back in of what had happened. “Come here,” Harold said as he stood up, wrapped his big arms around me, pulled me tight against his musky body, and patted my back in assurance. “Curtis says you need to stay with us for a while. That guy you was with – well – anyways – you got some things to learn and for now we need to teach you and keep you safe.” He pointed to an army cot leaning in the corner, “You can have the bed here, I’ll sleep on that.” I felt bad, knowing I was putting him out and stammered, “Umm, this is your bed, I don’t want to kick you out – thanks – but I wouldn’t feel right.” Harold then grabbed my shoulders, pulled me tight against him again, and said in a voice filled with emotion, hunger, and danger as he pressed his body into mine making sure I felt the bulge of his dick straining through his overalls, “You wouldn’t mind being so close to me? Having me hold you like this, touch you, kiss you, fuck you?” I was speechless. I had lain in bed night after night dreaming of being with a man, and then it had happened with Brett and Pa and then Curtis, but never in any way I had imagined. It felt amazing, yet I still felt guilty and ashamed, and confused. I didn’t know what to say. Harold went on, “I know Curtis, and he can be a bit aggressive at first, but you have to trust him. He knows what he is doing. I’ll make you a promise though, I’ll never do anything you don’ t want – deal? Deal. Now I have a question for you. Can you help me out a little here? I think I got a problem.” Harold was giving me a sexy ass smile as he rubbed the long, hard bulge that ran down his left leg. My own dick was straining now, I nodded yes, Harold turned me around, the sounds of his zipper coming down mingled with the muffled moans and groans coming from the theater next door. “I ain’t got much time,” Harold whispered as he pulled me back against his body, stroking my nipples with one hand and running his other hand around my stomach and up and down my thighs, his massive dick curved down and nestled between my wet cheeks. “I promise next time I will take it slow and will make love to you and will show you how to take care of your man’s needs, and teach you things you never imagined. Right now, I just need to bust. You up for getting nailed by this ebony hammer? Will you let me fuck you like I need, like I want? Can you take it for me? Do you want my Hershey cum? You going to let me turn that ass into pussy?” Turn my ass into pussy? I flinched and tensed. I was a man – well maybe I couldn’t legally drink yet– but fuck, I was still a man and not a woman. Harold must have understood what I was thinking as he held me tighter, caressed my body, let his fingers rest gently on my hips as he said, “It’s a good thing, don’t be offended or get it wrong. I like it. Look, a lot of guys who have wives, girls, or just fuck chicks on the weekend LOVE boy pussy. Sometimes if they can’t get what they need at home they will dip in some ass and ass is good, but boy pussy is better. I know Curtis and he shoots some nasty heavy loads and he told me your boy pussy was the sweetest thing he had been up in in a long long time.” Harold pushed me forward towards the locked bathroom door until my face was only inches away. The weight of his body pressed against mine and the door squeaked, the wood groaned, as he pushed my body against the door. Instinctively I put my hands out, shoulder width, to brace myself, my heart raced, and my blood thumped in my ears like the sound of war drums. Harold gently spread my ass cheeks and let out a long whistle as he began tapping my wet hole with the head of his dick, “Damn! Your hole is shiny and wet. Fucking got to tell you. Cum makes the world’s best lube – remember that. You can tell I am a bit bigger than Curtis, right? It’s OK, I know you can take it, just do what I say. Now tilt your hips just a little, that’s right, push your ass back – yes – now push like you feel you have to take a shit.” That made me embarrassed for some reason and I tensed again. Harold continued, “It’s OK, that just pushes some of the cum that’s up there closer to the edge of your hole – HOLY FUCKING CHRIST LOOK AT THOSE GOBS OF NUTT – Curtis seeded you good, feel that? Feel how my dick is getting all slick from his cum? OK, now take a long deep breath, hold it – and let it out.” Harold forced the monster head of his dick into my wet hole as I exhaled and my chest clenched and I gasped. I cried out as he was definitely bigger than Curtis. My hands flailed against the door a bit as Harold hung onto my hips and shoved his dick a little deeper. “Please take it out, no, no, I can’t, please,” I begged. Harold just kept repeating, “It’s OK, it’s ok, trust me, you’ll see, it’s ok.” I was pressed tight against the door now standing on just my tip toes trying to run from the black log impaling my ass, my breaths coming in short little gasps. Every inch of dick Harold forced in me created lightning bolts of pain that was immediately followed by an avalanche of endorphins. My ass ring stretched, popped, stretched some more as Harold buried the rest of his dick inside my cum filled ass. As he got deeper, Harold cupped my ass in his strong hands and partially lifted me off the floor and higher up on the door. He jolted me once or twice getting his grip, burying himself further inside me. Once he was satisfied he said in a voice full of lust and assurance. “I am all the way in that pussy. You like how that feels? How I opened you right up? Took that hole as mine? Hmm…?” I could only gasp as Harold began bouncing me on his dick, using the door as leverage. I was trying not to make any noise as Harold picked up the rhythm, but he wanted to hear me, “It’s OK sissy cunt. Let Daddy know how good that big black dick feels up there. Tell your Daddy sissy. No one can hear. Louder, I fucking said LOUDER!” I started to beg, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” over and over. I knew being fucked felt good, but this was fucking amazing! I felt so – full – so, I don’t know, wanted. I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME DADDY!” Harold pulled me off the door and I threw my arms out in front of me to brace myself. He suddenly hit something inside me on the next thrust and I screamed in agony and cried, “NO, NO, NO, TAKE IT OUT!” I felt a rush of hotness and sharp pain and Harold pushed me back against the door and buried his dick as far as it would go, my body jerking from the hurt now radiating out, “It’s OK, it’s OK” he said, “I had to bust your second hole cherry as you were clamping down on me. You want Daddy to cum inside you? You want Daddy’s cum up in there? Tell me sissy, tell me sissy, you want that cunt fucked?” Harold now lifted me up, my upper body pressed against the door as he lifted me completely into the air with one arm under each thigh like a doll and began slam fucking my torn ass, my knees scraping up and down the rough wood surface. “PLEASE YOUR DADDY, FUCK THAT CUNT, PLEASE YOUR DADDY, GONNA FUCK THAT CUNT WIDE OPEN, GONNA FUCK IT WIDE…TAKE IT SISSY, TAKE IT SISSY, SHIT YEAY PUSSY BOY TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT!!!” Harold was slamming my upper body back and forth into the door as he drove deeper in my ass. His orgasm made his dick swell and spew and each thrust became wetter and wetter and yet he kept fucking. “I AIN’T DONE YET, NO, SHIT, FUCK, HERE IT GOES…AGAIN….FUCK…..” As Harold shot his second load in a row into me he pressed me against the door, his body heaving from the effort of the fuck and the intense orgasms. He held me like that for a while, my ass spasming around his dick in shock and destruction. Harold stepped back, let his arms down, and my feet touched the floor. My legs ached and I was wobbily, but Harold hugged me close while kissing my neck, slowly grinding his hips around, stretching me, coating me, working his thick loads in. “Whew!” Harold exclaimed, before letting go of my body and gently easing his dick out of my ass. A torrent of cum, blood, and ass juice splashed onto the floor and I spun around in fear, shock, and embarrassment. My ass guts were cramping, my hole was twitching and spasming, more started to dribble and run out of my ass and down my legs. “Oh God no, oh...oh.” I was a bit freaked, but Harold pulled me close to him, his still hard dick pressed between us, as he said, “SHH, it’s OK, it’s OK, that’s normal. Like I said, I busted your cherry – deep – so it’s OK, that just means I did my job right and you did yours.” I looked up into Harold’s face and saw that he meant what he said. “Does your ass hurt too bad?” he asked, “Does it feel likes its opening and closing? Yeah? Here turn around – shhh – trust me.” I turned around and yelped as Harold pushed his dick back in hard and deep. He explained, “Your body is in sort of shock. It’s trying to adjust to being fucked liked that. We’ll give it a minute, having my dick back inside you will help.” Harold held me tight as my guts and ass slowly stopped convulsing and what was a torrent out of my hole became sporadic drops. After Harold eased his dick out for the second time he asked, “Will you lick it clean for me?” I shook my head in disgust. He placed his hand on my shoulder, gave me a reassuring squeeze and said, “I would really like it if you can lick my dick clean. Please? This is a very special moment between two men, especially when you get your second hole cherry busted. That happens only once, and other guys may go that deep, make it sore, but you let me bust it, and that’s a special thing. Taste my dick. Taste my cum, taste what I have given you.” I gagged a little at first then thought about what Harold had said and at the same moment realized how much I wanted to please him and to have him back inside of me again, so I licked his dick clean. I got every fucking bit of juice and he even lifted his shaft up so I could lick off what had coated his hairy balls. Satisfied with his efforts, and mine, Harold zipped up his Army coveralls, gave me a big hug, smiled, gave me a deep long kiss that scratched my face up with his beard and said, “Well, welcome to Harold’s world. I hope you are going to enjoy your stay sissy.” As the padlocks snapped shut on the other side of the door I reached down and coated my finger in the juice from my freshly fucked ass, licked my finger clean and thought, yeah, being a sissy may not be so bad after all. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 4: Time for Your Medicine **This series contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Like normal, my regular FB dropped off the world again. Had been three weeks since my poz bud and I had last got ahold of him and loaded his ass up good and also mine got loaded as well. Not an unusual thing as he was always doing that and then would come back all at once wanting to fuck me in an hour or so. That was another of the things that teed me off and caused me to look for a poz guy to load him up. His arrogance of disappearing with no contact whatsoever and then appearing and wanting to do me with barely any warning. Then, all at once, he was back and wanting to meet in about an hour again. I emailed him and asked where the hell he had been hiding? He came back and told me that he had been really busy at work for about a week and a half and then had come down really sick. He didn't go to the doctor but thought he had the flu or something and had been miserable for about a week. I could only smile as I read that, thinking he probably had the fuck flu and was poz now. I wrote back saying I was sorry to hear that. Now, I had to decide whether to meet up or not as I had not gotten sick any and was probably still neg. it seemed. I told him I would let him know in a few minutes if I could get free or not. I immediately got ahold of my poz guy and let him know. He was all for meeting up for sure as he was horny for some nice ass again and then make sure my bud was definitely pozzed up good. I told him that I had not gotten sick after 4 of his loads to my buds 2 so I wasn't sure whether to do anything or not now. He said, hell, set it up anyway and maybe he could take my buds mind off of me while he fucked him and I could just give him a bj at the same time. I thought that sounded good to me. I got ahold of my fb and told him I could and my buddy wanted to come again also. He was all for it now and told me he loved getting his cock in him while doing me too. I told him I was more into maybe just giving him a bj today while he got fucked. He just said he would see us there. As usual the poz guy and I got there first. It didn't take us long to get naked and start making out. He was a hot guy anyway. It wasn't long before we were 69ing and I had his cock in my throat like he had mine. While sucking me he was playing with my balls and crack and soon was running a finger around my hole. A few minutes later he let loose of my cock and his mouth and tongue were traveling down more and then he lifted my legs and started to rim my hole. He slobbered a lot and then had his tongue going in and out as deep as he could and then I felt his finger sliding in beside it. I was really loving it and the taste of his cock and precum had me soaring for sure. Pretty soon we heard my bud show up but we continued with what we were doing while he was getting his clothes off. Very quickly he was beside us and I let the poz cock out of my mouth as my bud bent down and planted his lips on mine for a great deep kiss. As we kissed the poz guy reached out with his other hand and grabbed my buds cock and pulled him towards him. He then took his cock in his mouth and started sucking him hard without missing a beat of his finger in my hole. As the poz guy sucked my bud, I felt him insert another finger in my hole and then quickly another one as he kept opening me up. It felt great and we all had cocks so hard you could pound nails with them I think. As soon as we were all good and hard, my bud pulled away from our kiss and the poz guy's mouth. He rolled over onto his back and grabbed me and pulled me up and on top of him. He then started kissing me again and the poz guy still had his fingers in my hole and now had 4 in me. I was so hot now I was bouncing on his fingers and wanting more and more. Before I knew what was happening the poz guy pulled his fingers out of me and I felt him grab my fb's cock and guide it into my hole and my bud drove it home balls deep in one thrust. I gasped and pulled away from the kiss and told him I had just wanted to give him a bj while he got fucked good. He just smiled and asked if I wanted him to pull it out now, while starting to ram it back and forth in me. I could only moan with pleasure so he didn't attempt to pull out and kept ramming my ass good. I figured with me on top, I could hop off when he was ready to cum as he always let me know he was ready and I would not get his probably now poz load in me. As he was fucking me I could feel the poz guy still playing with my hole as my bud's huge cock was going in and out and it felt like he was adding more lube or something. All at once I felt my bud stop pumping me and felt another pressure behind me and then pop I felt another large item entering my hole. I gasped at this intrusion and tried to turn to look over my shoulder but my bud had ahold of me so I could not see much. Then I heard the poz guy saying how good that felt to have his cock buried in my hole side by side with my bud's cock and I knew they both had their cocks buried in me at the same time. I couldn't even move. Then I felt them both kind of getting a rhythm going so one cock was going in while the other was coming out and they both started to fuck me. I tried to tell them to stop as I didn't want this but it felt so good all I could do was moan in pleasure. Soon they were both pounding my hole hard and fast. I felt myself trying to meet every thrust with my ass as I was fast getting so turned on I could hardly think of anything but how great those cocks felt in me. While pounding away the poz guy leaned over me some and started to speak. He was asking my bud how he liked that? He wanted to know if I liked it too? We both were barely able to tell him how good it felt. He wanted to know if we wanted him to pull out of me and ram it in my bud or not and we both told him to not do that just keep up what he was doing. He then leaned way over and my bud leaned up for a quick kiss and the poz guy surprised me by telling my bud he had news for him. Before I could say anything he told my bud that he was poz and had been since before we met the first time. I looked and my bud's eyes got huge. The poz guy then told him he had heard he had been sick and it was probably the fuck flu and he probably ought to go get checked soon. My bud's mouth dropped open after hearing this but he didn't stop pounding my ass. The poz guy then told him that by now he probably had a nice hvl and as he said this my bud groaned and said oh shit, I'm cumming. The poz guy groaned too and yelled he was too and could feel my bud's cock throbbing his load in me. I could feel both cocks pulse then but couldn't move to get off of them with one under me and the other on top of me and could only take their loads. They both kept their cocks in me until they went limp and basically fell out and then I noticed that I had cum also all over my bud's stomach and all over myself too. The poz guy got off of me then and rolled to the side and I kind of sat up over my bud. The poz guy then told me since I had said something about my bud being sick he had decided to not fuck him but surprise me by fucking me then instead and when my bud pulled me on top of him he decided to make it a DP experience and hoped that would tear up my hole enough to take also. My bud was still laying there in a daze from what he had heard. I looked down at their cocks and could only shake my head as there was probably little doubt now that I would become poz too as there was blood on both of their cocks. My bud was a little pissed but, for once, he did not jump up and take off and I got another load of cum from each of them before he finally left. My hole was really torn up for sure from their big cocks as there was blood still on them when done. Not a huge amount but enough I would bet I will be coming down sick soon as my bud had. He didn't seem quite as arrogant when he left this time though so hoping next time he wants to play I will be given a little more time. LOL

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

About a month ago I started my new job and my manager, Stephen, asked if I could go to New York City to the company headquarters with him next week. My manager is also a friend of mine that I have known for a few years. I was excited and Stephen told me that in addition to the work we needed to do he would introduce me to the right people at the company and also show me around the City. The day we were to fly out I put on my only suit which I had bought just a few months ago and looking in the mirror I frowned at myself. See I am 22 years old but no one believes I am a day over 16 as being a skinny, 5’6”, 110 pounds certainly does make people think I’m still a kid, if only I could start to grow facial hair I might look my age. Stephen on the other hand is only four years older than me but at 6 feet tall and a body full of muscles and his face always has that one day growth of hair look that is so sexy is pure man. I’m happy he is my friend and the cool job he got me is awesome too. It’s funny that he is so nice to me but unlike other guys has never hit on me but that’s ok because I knew he had sex with lots of guys and that he also drank a lot and I saw him do drugs at parties and I didn’t want to date a guy like that but being friends was ok. When I met him at the airport he laughed at me for being dressed up as he was in jeans and a t-shirt. We work at an IT company and are casual at work but I figured going to the headquarters might be different. Stephen told me that I looked like a cute little boy going to church on Sunday which made me blush and he laughed again when he saw my face get red. He asked if I had jeans in my bag and I told him that I only brought my nicest clothes and he said well NYC is a great city for shopping and he’d take me to Macy’s after we checked into the hotel as it was nearby. The hotel was huge and the room or rooms I should say were bigger than my little studio apartment. We had a suite which was like a two bedroom apartment so we had each our own room but also a huge living room area. He put his bag in his room and then walked into my room as I was unpacking. He told me I should change out of my suit as we weren’t going to the office until tomorrow and then he stood there waiting. I felt strange changing in front of him because he seemed to stare at me almost like a lion about to attack. I was happy to have worn big baggy boxers as I started to get hard with him watching me. Once I was down to just my tshirt and boxers he walked out so I finished dressing quickly before he came back. He was sitting down in the living room and when I entered he told me that we were going to Macy’s right away when he saw my starched shirt, pleated trousers and wingtip shoes. Macy’s is so big, like I guess everything in NYC that I was almost dizzy looking around. He led me to the men’s department and we started to look around and he told me that since I was expecting to need to buy clothes he would buy them on his expense account which was so cool as I was nervous about the cost. He found a clerk and I told the man I had a 26 inch waist and then I was so embarrassed when the man told Stephen that they didn’t have clothes that small and they would need to be altered and they could deliver them to the hotel the next day, but Stephen said we needed them today and the man suggested the boy's department. I again got red and Stephen put his arm around me and walked me away from the man so he couldn’t see me blush. As we entered the boy’s department a clerk came up to us and immediately Stephen said he would like to get a couple of casual outfits for his little brother and hugged me a little tighter and instead of blushing this time I melted into his arm. He seemed to enjoy pretending his was my big brother and ended up buying me three bags worth of clothes. As we walked back to the hotel he told me that he liked pretending he was my big brother and he always wanted a little brother so it was fun and he then messed up my hair and called me squirt and his little baby. Ever since I was in high school I wanted to be bigger and look older and was tired of people thinking I was a kid but at the same time thinking of being his little brother sounded nice. Back at the hotel we carried the bags to my room and then he shocked me by starting to undress me and he talked softly as he said that this week he wanted me to be his little brother and I should let him be my big brother, I just nodded. He had my shirt, shoes and pants off but when he reached for my boxers I reached out and grabbed his hands to stop him and said I didn’t need to change those but he leaned into me and asked if I was wanted to be his little brother and I nodded then he kissed me and said if I was going to be his little boy I needed to do exactly what he said. He then asked me if I was his little boy and I again nodded yes and he moved my hands to my side and dropped my boxers as I realized he called me his boy not his brother and I was wondering what that meant but as he grabbed my hard cock I knew he wanted me as his boy and not just as his little brother but I decided to just go with it. Then I realized he was holding my cock and that meant he knew it was small and I tried to cover myself but he stopped me and told me he loved my four inch nail. He then kissed me again and told me that I would never again need to feel ashamed at having a little boy body as he was going to show me all the pleasure a boy could have and that I need never worry about having a little boy cock and as he said that he grabbed my ass and pulled me into him as he stuck his tongue into my mouth as I again melted into him. He pulled a pair of jeans out of the bag and after taking off the labels had me step into them and pulled them up and buttoned them as I felt for the first time clothes without underwear which felt weird but sort of naughty too. He then took me by the hand to his room where he told me that for the next few days I was to be his boy and that I should do everything he says even if I was scared and then when we got home we could either go back to being friends or I could stay his boy and then he asked if I understood, and as I started to nod he said that I needed to either say either No Sir, or Yes, Daddy. I was shocked and stayed quiet and after a few moments he told me that he understood that I was nervous but he would help me and asked me if I trusted him and as I started to nod, he stopped me and said I could either say Yes Sir or No Sir and I said Yes Sir. He asked if calling him Sir was easier than Daddy and I said Yes Sir and he then told me to lean over his bed and to stay still. I could hear him open his luggage and then went to the bathroom and turned on the sink and a minute later returned. He then leaned over me and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them partially down. I started to tremble as I was afraid he was going to try to fuck me and as I turned my head he stopped me and said I already told him I trusted him and I needed to prove it by not moving. He then opened a bottle of lube and I knew then he was going to fuck me for sure and I didn’t know if he had a rubber on or not but I stayed still as I felt his finger push into me a little and then pull out and then I felt his finger again but it felt different, I knew it wasn’t his cock but as I was trying to figure out what it was he stopped and I felt something else that I couldn’t figure out, then he pulled it out and pulled up my pants again and now I was completely confused. He then had me stand and started to kiss me and hold me and tell me how much he wanted me to be his boy and how much he has wanted me since the day we first met. I started to feel strange and soon was kissing him and holding him more than he was me but then he moved away and asked me again if I wanted to be his boy for the rest of this trip but before he could finish asking I shocked myself as I said loudly “Yes! Daddy!”. He then asked me if I knew why I was able to say it and I responded No Daddy which made him smile. That is when he explained what a booty bump was and that even though it was a very small dose was enough to get me to be honest with myself. We spent a few more minutes talking about my fears and how much he knew I needed to be someone’s little boy as I started to squirm and then he asked if I needed to be fucked and I told him I think so but I wasn’t sure. He then figured out my other secret which was I was still a virgin and he then told me to pull down my jeans and to bend over again and now I knew I was going to finally be fucked but he went back to the bathroom and returned with another booty bump and as he was inserting it into me he told me that since I tolerated the small dose that he was giving me a bigger dose that should bring out my true self and then he had me pull back up my jeans again but then pushed me down on my knees as he pulled out his hard thick eight inch cock and without saying anything pushed it into my mouth. As I was sucking his cock the chems in my ass started to make me sweat and made my ass really want to get fucked so that a few minutes later I stopped sucking and looked up at him and pleaded, “DADDY, FUCK ME REALLY HARD AND REALLY FAST RIGHT NOW." He then stood up and put his cock away and told me I was almost ready as he again pulled my jeans down and off and then reached into his luggage and threw a jockstrap at me and told me to put it on and get my jeans on as we are going to a bathhouse. He pulled a small leather case out of his bag and unzipped it and showed me the needles and a baggie of crystals and I again got nervous but he grabbed me and squeezed my ass and asked me how good my ass felt and I told him it felt really really good and he said that when we got to the bathhouse he would inject me and then my ass would take over my brain and the need to be fucked would be all I knew and then he would make me his son. OK Daddy, I replied and for the first time I no longer felt wrong in my own body but understood that I could stay a boy forever and that I trusted my Daddy and would let him do anything he wanted to me.

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

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

Charlie & Peter (part 1) Jamie was a little surprised when he answered the door and saw his brother Charlie and his brother's friend Peter standing there with duffle bags in hand. Jamie quickly learned that their father found Charlie & Peter in bed together 69'ing in Charlie's bed. And just as their father did to Jamie when he came out, he kicked Charlie out on the street. Charlie packed his things and as he walked over to Peter's house to find him packed up and kicked out by his parents as well. The two high school seniors made a quick walk to the closest ATM and withdrew as much cash as they could before their parents could freeze their back accounts. They tried to make calls from their cell phones only to find their service were blocked. Charlie came up with a plan, to get out of their little Texas town and here they are in Tempe, Arizona at Jamie's door. After Jamie, and his roommate Miguel, welcomed then inside and heard their story Miguel began to think of how he could use these two young studs. It was only a year ago that Jamie meet Miguel and feel under his spell, was introduced to partying and willingly was pozzed by his more superior and dominating partner Miguel. Miguel stood 6' 4" with a muscular build, dark hair & eyes which were a stark contrast to Jamie's 5' 9", slim, runners build with his bond hair and blue eyes. Charlie looked a lot like his older brother while Peter was slight taller with brown hair, green eyes and a nice summer's build. Miguel excused himself and asked Jamie to join him in their bedroom leaving the two teens in the living room. Miguel shared his thoughts about using the teens as delivery boys. Jamie knew he had no choice in the matter as he watch Miguel get out a couple meth pipes and made sure both had an ample supply in the bowl. When they returned to the living room Miguel laid out the ground rules if the two teens were going to keep living their. Number one they had to do exactly as they were told, no questions asked. Number two they were going to go to work for them making deliverIes and running errands. And number three they were to start smoking with them and let things happen add they may. Miguel and Jamie light a could touches and were heating the pipes keying tnt smoke build in the bowl before slowly sucking in the white smoke before blowing it out. Miguel then instruct the teens to take the pipes and do as they had just done. Peter was the first to grab a pipe as Miguel light a touch and heated the bowl. Charlie was a little hesitant but slowly followed his friend lead as his brother headed the bowl. Peter was already sucking in the white magic while Charlie was right behind him in sucking in his own pipe. Miguel had them hit the pipe half a dozen times till he knew they were good and high. Miguel signaled Jamie to make his nice as he moved in to kiss his own brother. Miguel moved in and quickly got Peter sucking on his 8" uncut cock. The teens were to high to know what they were in for until Miguel Suggested that they move this to the bedroom. Once in the big king size bed there was enough room to allow each couple to being to move things along. Miguel watched lot of the corner of his eye as Jamie began to chow down on his brother's neg ass. Miguel already had a lounged finger inside Peter's ass and was ready to start adding some nice shards of Tina. Jamie knew he had to follow Miguel's leed and began to work some Tina into his brother's ass. Both boys complained of the burn only to be quieted by a deep kiss. As the teens were being kissed each was slowly being impaled on a raw cock. Peter was pinned to his back as Miguel's 8"chock was slowly driven inside balls deep. Jamie began to penetrate his younger brother with his own 7"cut cock as Charlie began to moan on pleasure. Soon enough both teens were being fucked slowly by each poz cock inside each of their neg holes. As the fucking progressed the teens had no clue as to the nature of the fuck since this was their first fuck. Each teen was willing enjoying their fuck. Miguel had the ability to cum while non-stop fucking. So after his first load inside Peter's neg ass he grabbed his bottom's hand, guiding it down so that Peter could feel his raw cock sliding in and out of his hole. Miguel then began fucking Peter a little harder delivering a second load while Jamie deposited his first load inside his brother. Miguel quickly pulled out of Peter abd pushed Jamie aside sup that he could now fuck Charlie while Peter was feeling very empty needing anger cock inside him. He pulled Peter over and pushed Peter's head into his crotch so that he could suck his cock clean and get it hard again. Miguel showed no mercy as he hammered away making sure he deposited a couple loads. Like he did with Peter, Miguel pulled Charlie's hand to let him feel his hard, raw cock fucking away at his ass. Charlie was shocked and worried about being fucked raw unlike Peter who accepted the raw cock fucking away inside him.

After reading all these hot gifting and chasing stories I decided to give it a whirl. This is my first one. Give me your feedback. I’ll know if I should just enjoy reading them or keep writing more. An unexpected breeding Part: 1 I was a naïve teenager. I didn’t grow up around anyone gay and was a little shy. I would dream about men, jack off thinking about men, and check out the guys in the shower at school during gym class. I never dreamed about women or jacked off thinking about women. It was always sexual dreams about men. I thought it was all just curiosity. I wasn’t gay. I had a girlfriend in high school, but kissing her just didn’t feel right. Still I was straight, or so I thought. It wasn’t going to be long before all that changed. I was a senior in high school, and my 18th birthday was coming up. Leading up to my birthday my best friend, who was a year younger than me and had his birthday the day before mine, was eagerly wanting me to go into an adult bookstore on my 18th birthday and get him a “titty” magazine as we called it. I was intrigued, turned on, and nervous at the same time. I reluctantly agreed to do it. I borrowed my mom’s car, and we both drove off together heading to the adult bookstore in downtown. We waited until it was dark, and the bookstore had a back entrance and parking lot. It was a bit seedy. We sat in the car for a bit while my buddy helped me find the courage to walk into the bookstore. I nervously got out of the car, took a deep breath, walked to the door, and entered the bookstore. The walls were lined with XXX adult magazines. I slowly walked toward the counter looking at the porn magazines on the wall, seeing women and men in all sorts of sexual positions, sucking cocks, anything this naïve kid to think of. I spotted the rack with the “titty” magazines next to the front counter. Just where I didn’t want to go, next to the guy behind the counter. He said hello to me and asked me for my I.D. I nervously presented it, and he said, “Well, happy birthday. Enjoy.” I just nodded, took my I.D., and resumed looking at “titty” magazines for my bud. While looking at the magazines I glanced to the wall and saw XXX gay porn magazines. Guys sucking cock. Hot, hairy, rugged looking men having hot gay sex. I had a raging hard on in a flash. I kept glancing at the gay porn on the wall while pretending to look at “titty” magazines for my bud. I quickly grabbed a “titty” magazine, paid for it at the counter and started to leave the bookstore. A guy leaning against the wall in a hall that led into the back glanced at me and said, “Nice.” I ignored the comment and quickly left. My bud was happy with his “titty” magazine, but I couldn’t get the image of those gay XXX magazines out of my head. I was so turned on by them. I found myself jacking off in bed thinking about them. It took me a few weeks to build up the courage to go back to that adult bookstore. I took my mom’s car on a Friday night, walked into the bookstore back entrance, and found the gay XXX magazine that most caught my eye when I first saw them a few weeks prior. It was still there. I grabbed it, went to the counter and paid for it. I was nervous, but stupid me also didn’t realize that probably every guy in the bookstore was cruising for sex, gay sex. I took the magazine home and would jack off daily looking at the rugged, hairy men, sucking cock, getting fucked, taking cum on their faces and in their mouths. I wanted that for myself. I was craving to be a pig. I wanted to taste cock, balls, and cum. I wanted to feel a guy’s cock in my ass and feel his cock pulsing while shooting his cum deep inside me. I was hooked. I wanted more gay magazines and started to hang out at the bookstore more and more. I had a nice collection of hardcore jack off material at home. I realized that guys were cruising in the bookstore and began to cruise too to experience my first time having sex with a man. The sleazy side of sex was seductive, and turned me on. By now I had been going to the bookstore for a few months, and had just graduated high school. It was the Summer before college started and I was leaving the bookstore on a weekend night. A thin, hairy, rugged looking man about 40 years old caught my eye in the bookstore and we made eye contact. He followed me out to the back parking lot, and he asked me if I wanted to smoke some pot with him. I nervously agreed. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I felt it could pound right out of my chest. He told me to follow him to his place, and I did so almost shaking inside in anticipation of my first time experiencing what I craved. When we reached his apartment, he offered me a drink, and some of his pot. It was my first time trying pot, and I could feel the buzz coming on. He put a hand on my ass, and I didn’t stop him. It felt so good feeling his rugged hand firmly grabbing my ass through my jeans. My cock was already hard and pressing tightly against my jeans. He asked me if I wanted to go to his bedroom, and I agreed. He led me down the hall to his bedroom. He started to French kiss me, and I began to melt in his arms. I could feel his hard cock pressed against me as he kept kissing me with his tongue slowly and passionately swirling with mine. He slipped his shirt off, revealing a very hairy chest and abdomen. I was so nervous, but so ready for this. He slipped my shirt over my head, and looked at my smooth chest. I wished I had his body hair. It turned me on feeling his hairy chest against my skin as he continued to kiss me. He unbuckled my jeans and slid them down. My cock stood at attention and he slid his hand down my shaft to my wet piss slit already leaking precum. He ran his finger across it and licked the precum from his finger. Then he stood in front of me and unbuckled his shorts. He dropped them to the floor showing me his perfectly shaped hard 8 inch cock as it pulsed in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me again and pushed me down toward his cock. I ran my tongue across the head of his cock, and felt my cock dancing with excitement as I tasted his precum. I quickly slid his cock into my mouth and felt the shaft slide across tongue. I took his cock all the way into my mouth. I could smell sweat on his balls from the Summer heat, and tasted his salty precum in my mouth. I was so turned on sucking his rock hard cock. The taste of sweat, cock, precum was heavenly. Was this really happening? What I craved to experience was finally happening and I didn’t want it to end. He pulled me to my feet and told me to get on the bed on my belly. He slid into bed on top of me and put one arm around my chest and the other hand on my neck as he slid his hard cock into the crack of my ass. I could feel his hairy body pressed against mine, and he was kissing the back of my neck. He started to slowly grind against my virgin ass. I could feel his cock leaking precum as he repeatedly slid his cock between my ass cheeks, lubing my hole. Then he whispered in my ear, “You ever been fucked, boy?” I replied, “No,” and he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. In an instant I said yes to this rugged man, and he got to his knees behind me on the bed. I was scared and excited. My ass was craving to feel his cock in my ass. He never asked if I wanted a condom, and I didn’t bother to bring it up. I wanted him in me raw. I wanted his cock to shoot all his cum deep inside of me. He spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip of his hands and spit on my asshole. Then he spit in his hand and greased up his cock. He pressed the head of his cock to my hole and I could feel the wetness as his cock head began to open me up. He slid his head into my ass, and I tensed with pain and pleasure. I wanted this too much to stop, and he continued to slide his cock into my tight hole. The farther he slid in the more it burned. He slowly worked his shaft all the way into my ass. I could feel his pubic hair and balls pressing tight against me. He was all the way in and he stopped his motion to let me feel his cock deep in me as it pulsed with excitement. I was so hard I could have shot my load without even touching my cock. He asked if I was ok, and even though it burned like a bitch, I said I was fine and that it felt awesome. He started to slowly slide his cock in and out of my tight ass, letting the head of his cock just slip out of my ass before opening me back up for another plunge until he was all the way in. He put his hand firmly against the back of my head and was increasing the motion of his hips sliding in and out fucking me with the entire length of his cock. Then suddenly he stopped and pulled out. He flipped me onto my back and put my legs on his shoulders. He said he wanted to look into my eyes as he fucked me deeply with his hard cock. Every thrust of his cock pressed against my prostate, and I felt like I was going to spew my load all over my chest every time he slid his cock all the way in. He pulled out of my ass again and said, “Look at this, boy!! See all that precum leaking from my cock? You have me so turned on with your hot virgin ass. Do you want more? Do you want my cum deep inside you?” I begged for him to fuck me and plant his seed in my ass. It was all I wanted. In an instant he had my legs back on his shoulders, pressed his cock against my asshole and slid all the way in again. He grabbed me by the shoulders pressing his cock deep inside me and started to French kiss me while fucking me harder and harder. Then he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs higher so he could watch as his cock slid in and out of my asshole. He was fucking he harder and faster and I could feel his cock even bigger stretching my ass as he pounded in deep. He then said, “I’m getting close boy. Do you want my cum?” I said, “Yes, cum inside me. Give me your load.” He said, “Here it comes.” Then I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass as he buried his cock deep in me, stretching my hole as much as he could. He was filling my ass with his cum with each pulse of his cock. As he emptied every drop of cum from his balls into my ass, he pressed deep to plant his seed in me and said, “Take my poz load, boy!!!” The words rang in my ears. Poz load!!! I didn’t even touch my cock. My cock instantly swelled and I drained my balls, shooting my cum all over my face and chest with each pulse of my cock. I reached out and pulled his ass cheeks to bury his cock as far into my ass as possible. Feeling my touch of approval pulling his cock deeper into my ass he quickly looked into my eyes, and said, “You loved taking my poz cum, didn’t you?” I was shocked and scared. Not only did I take my first load of cum in my ass, what I wanted so badly, but I found myself totally turned on knowing this rugged, hairy man was seeding my ass with poz cum. I said, “Yes, I loved it!!” He pulled out of my hole and I could feel some of his cum drip out of my stretched, wet hole. He laid on the bed next to me and said, “So, do you want more? Want me to poz your ass, boy?” I replied, “What just happened? I’m scared, but I was so turned on when you told me to take your poz cum.” He then said, “You will be alright. If this is something that turns you on, let me show you that you will love being poz.” Then he admitted to me that he chased to poz and loved it. He said that he was poz for two years and was not on meds yet. He also told me that if I wanted this, he would love to poz me. He said, “If you’re turned on by this, don’t deny yourself. Just go with it.” I sat for a minute trying to get my head around what was happening. Then I looked into his eyes, and said, “Yes, I want this.” He then said, “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. You will love being poz, and this will be so erotic for both of us.” He kissed me on the lips, and we both got up and got dressed. I could feel my ass was wet, full of poz cum, and I wanted to keep every drop in me. He gave me his phone number, told me to call him, and that he would give me all the poz cum I wanted. I left his apartment scared and excited. I went home and jacked off thinking about taking this man’s poz cum in my ass. I told myself I wouldn’t do it again, but within a week I was craving to be with him again. I wanted more of his poz cum in me. I wanted to poz from him. I wanted him to be a part of me and share his gift with me. I grabbed my cell phone and called him. He said “hello,” and upon hearing it was me said, “I’m so glad you called. So, are you ready for more, boy?” I just grinned and said, “yes, oh yes.”

The title really says it all; I'm just trying to find who in the area of Seattle might be interested in playing around with someone who's new to the scene.

Young slut, just recently discovered the hotness that is breeding and bein a cumdump, so any guys know gloryholes in belgium? Preferably east-flanders, and any dirty top breeder can talk to me here, or on kik; bloggerwithaboner!

I received a message on Growlr through a profile with no pictures. The message said that I was the hottest 'daddy' he ever saw. And wow, did he want to have sex with me. For most of us who use those apps, no picture = game player or picture-seeker, so I thought it was fake. He then explained how a month earlier he cruised me hard at the gas station where I regularly purchase gas, and that he knew me as a customer there and he lusted after me pretty hard. He named the right gas station, so I knew this person was for real. He added that a month ago, he decided to "up his flirting game" so as I pulled my car from my spot next to the station, he conveniently took out the trash, blocking my exit, forcing me to see him while he stared at me. After he explained this story on Growlr, I did remember a young guy doing this at my gas station. I also remembered thinking at the time 'What the fuck is your problem? Get your trash out of the way, bud'. He described himself as a twink, a tall twink, skinny and with wild hair. Intriguing. He hoped he might find me on Growlr, and while I was flattered, I didn't know about this guy. After all, he was straight-identified, 23, had a very serious girlfriend, worked at a gas station but tried to live as musician. But I dunno, he had sincerity on his side, and this friendliness too, so I met him after his gas station shift. He was handsome.tall and lanky, long hair pulled back, and with scruffy facial hair. Well, short and long. It was a weird combination. But inside this gruff hipster was this excited guy. His band was taking off. They had booked a tour of Europe, a bunch of mid-sized or smaller cities. Sounded sketchy, but he really believed it was going to happen. We ended up going to my place later and had a hot scene. He liked a daddy in control, so I stripped him and made him kneel before me while his 7.5 cut cock bounced straight out in front of him, dripping precum. He was excited. I sucked him off, made him lick my belly (which he loved), and he moaned and groaned in ways that made me know he was way into it. He fucked me, looking into my eyes. I was just beginning to bareback but not yet taking loads, so I had him pull out and I watched his face freeze and clench while he shot his giant load on my leg. He was shy immediately after. I drove him home after that. Shortly after that, he contacted me on Growlr to thank me for the experience and added he was off to Europe on tour and goodbye. He asked me to think of him as my 'Good boy'. (I realize this is a long setup to getting to sloppy raw sex. Sorry. Didn't mean for this to be a full story, but the creamy pay off is coming.) He contacted me a month ago. He was back in the states and had been living in my city for the past five months or so. He had gotten married, had a a baby, and his music career had taken off, that he had a record contract and was performing and recording music full time. (I guess he really did have a music tour in Europe!). Good for him. During our raunchier Growlr chats, he confessed that the first time he fucked me was the first time he had ever been with a man. He had never fucked a man. Not ever. I was shocked by this because of the way he role played so easily, and how very relaxed and into the sex he was. That day, I didn't have to talk him into fucking, he pounced. He really wanted to cream me, too. That was a big deal to him. I said it was a big deal to me, too. I wasn't taking loads when we first fooled around...but I was now. I asked him how many men he had fooled around with besides me. 'None', he replied. We played text-tag for three week. He had to work around the baby schedule, the band, his wife, all that shit. I work and have a life, I wasn't going to drop everything because a 23 year old happened to be free between 10:00 and 11:15 one morning. But this morning, he texted me, inviting me to get high and for the first time, I replied 'okay'. I had been thinking about his load and how much I wanted it. We had unfinished business. He was supposed to breed me that very first time he had sex with a man, but we didn't do it. It should have happened, but I was now ready to honor his seed. Got to his house, total mess, total "we're married and poor" situation but it was in a cool attic of an old home. Wooden floors, painted green (when you could see the actual floor) and a giant sloppy bed in front of big windows with cobwebs and broken slat blinds. He wore baggy clothes, even more lumberjack/hipster than before. Super skinny. We smoked his pot, which was good, and then it got quiet between us. Earlier that morning during our texts, he confessed he was nervous and unsure. He definitely wanted the sex and he wanted to blow his nuts in me. But he was nervous all the same. When things got quiet between us, I took the lead. I put my hand on his leg and said, "When we got together over a year ago, I made you pull out. I was new to barebacking. I hadn't taken men's loads my whole life and I was new to indulging my favorite, most intense fantasy. I made you pull your beautiful cock out of yer Dad...." He groaned. I said, "I won't be asking you to pull out today. Today, you empty your nuts inside your Dad. Is that what you want?" His lips opened and he tried to speak, but no words. His hips jerked, thrusting up into the air, thrusting at nothing. I took this as a yes. I made him kneel again, stripped him slowly until his skinny body and big dick were at right angles. He took off his baseball cap and he had long bushy hair in the front which I pulled behind his ear. I kissed him, something he did not want a year and a half ago. But he wanted it now. After the very wet kiss ended, I whispered into his mouth, "Was that the first time, you kissed a man?" He whispered, "Yes." I made out with him again and caressed his balls, already tight. I lowered myself to suck on his big dick, hard as stone, and bouncing in front of him. Leaking precum. I smeared some on my upper and lower lips and the made him kiss it off. I sucked his big cock until it was sloppy, but I cut the blow job short. His hard cock was quivering. His balls were tight against his body. I didn't think he'd last long on a proper blow job. I told him that we were gonna do doggy style this time and he nodded. He said, "I'm nervous." I kissed him and said, "Do you wanna shoot your load in Dad's hole?" He nodded against my chest. "Say it, son. Say you want to cum inside me." He mumbled out, "I wanna cum inside you." "Say it. C'mon. Tell me what you want." He looked me in the eye and said, "I wanna fuck you and then shoot inside you." I instructed him to get some lube. I took care of my own hole and he greased up his dick. I knew he would not necessarily be gentle...I mean, he'd be as gentle as I told him to be. But I figured he'd just try to pop his whole cock inside me in one jerky motion. Which he did. I slowed him down a bit, but not for long. It but about three or four tries before he was balls deep inside me, his hands wrapped around my pecs and he said, "Oh." I squeezed his dick and he moaned. We started fucking, both of us moving some to create the slow see-saw of fucking. It was wet inside me. I asked him how he liked that sensation, that wet gripping hole. "I love it," he said and he gasped. He lasted longer than I thought he would, I give him credit for that. He fucked me in slow, even strokes, I think just because he was enjoying the sensation of each long-ass grip. I said stuff like, "You gonna cum inside your dad today? Paint my insides white, son?" This would make him fuck harder and gasp out a 'yes, or 'yes, dad.' Pretty soon he said, "I'm gonna cum. Should I cum?" I said, "Plant your seed, son. Cum in me." This drove him over the edge and he fucked deeper a few times. After each thrust, he clenched his anus hard - I could feel it -- because it forced his cock to clench up inside my ass and squirt out more liquid. He gasped and gasped on top of me, his head on my back. At last he said, "Whoa," and pulled out. As soon as he was out of me, I was just a pot-smoking buddy. A pal. Someone who he invited over to smoke. I was out of the house within five or six minutes. He was still very friendly, asking me lots of polite questions about my life so he could get rid of me faster. We hugged before I left. He hit me up on Growler a few minutes ago to say how nervous he was and also that, "I liked it." I told him what he wanted and needed to hear. "You done good, son. I'm proud of you." As a P.S. to this story, my young buddy texted me on Growlr about 10 hours later, close to midnight, asking me if I would come back for a repeat.

Mike heard a distant sound, like it was muffled or smothered by something. A ping, that's what he heard. He started to move his legs and they were painful. Spread far apart, it killed to try to pull them together. His arm was leaden as he lifted it to rub his eyes. He opened his eyes and was in total darkness. For a second he thought he was in the bathhouse, but then realized it was his own bedroom and he was in his own bed. The ping he heard played in his mind again. He started to fumble around on the bed for his phone. He didn't see it on his nighttable, but there it was, tangled up in his bedlinens. One flashing bar of power left motivated Mike to try to raise up and sit up. Moving his legs was painful, but he got himself seated on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. The charger was in the nighttable drawer, so he fished it out, and slowly got down on his knees. His knees were sore, and even raw, and they hurt. He lowered himself down on his left elbow and held onto the night table with his right arm, This was difficult and he was sore all over from last night. With both arms propping himself up Mike moved closed to the outlet. To reach it he had to get his shoulders down and close to the floor so he could reach behind the nighttable. As he moved forward and got down to the floor he had a vision of himself last night. Clearly he could remember seeing himself reflected in the large mirror in that room at the bathhouse with shitty music drowning out most sounds and that red light painting everything and everyone ruby. And he could see that he was strapped into that fuckbench, and that guy Jerry was slowly fucking Mike while this other guy, a stranger. was sliding his cock in and out of Mike's mouth. He was able to turn his head slightly so that out of the corner of his eye he could see the whole spectacle in the mirror. And he remembered while he was bent over on his bedroom floor that there were three guys standing in the open door way at the bathhouse in this moment he remembered, waiting to be invited in. As a wave of remembered pleasure swept over him he felt winded at the realization that he checked out their cocks and with a hungry look that he wanted those cocks too. He didn't ask them to help him, tell them that he needed help or anything like that. He felt like something inside of him had been unleashed last night and that very thought made him feel more frightened than he had ever been before. , and then and now as he is replayed this vignette in his head, he felt as if he was falling because something was unleashed in him last night. Shutting that thought down, he started to get his chest down to the floor so he could reach down to the outlet behind the night table. Again, he felt this wave of pleasure as he bent down and slid his arm towards the outlet; his ass was raised up, positioned like he had his ass in the fuckbench. He closed his eyes, plugged the charger in and reached back and put his fingers gently on his hole. On first touch, the pleasure jolted through his body. He rubbed his fingers lightly across his pucker and involuntarily his hole puckered tight and then stretched open. Mike put just the tip of his index finger barely inside and admitted to himself that he wished he hadn't listened to his fuck buddy advising Mike to douche thoroughly before leaving the bathhouse. He wished he hadn't because right now he wanted to feel all that cum in his hole. Mike was terrified by this thought, and shut it down. As his phone was charging he saw that indeed a text had come in a short while ago from his fuck buddy inquiring as to how Mike was doing. He sent a reply explaining his soreness and disorientation and that, no, he hadn't eaten and just woke up. His buddy texted back that he was going to get a cab around 11:00 pm, go to that 24 hour Metro on College and then head up to Mike's house. Since he would arrive after midnight and it was a Tuesday night, most neighbours would be asleep. He also said he won't take 'no' for an answer. Mike was relieved, and texted back the street name he should get out at, and then a description of a laneway that leads toward the back of Mike's house and Mike can let him in through the back gate. It was about 10:30 at this point, and Mike's fuck buddy made him promise he wouldn't take a bath until he was there with Mike. Mike agreed, and left his phone to charge, stumbling to the closet to get some clothes to put on. It hurt to lift his legs to get them into the sweatpants and he almost fell over twice. Again, he stopped and reached back to feel his hole and closed his eyes tight as he rubbed his asslips lightly. He could see in his mind this olive complexioned young smooth guy saying something to him in Portuguese and slapping his cock against Mike's face, and Mike remembered that he looked at that cock and opened his mouth wide hoping that cock would start to slide into his mouth. Eventually, Mike was dressed and sitting in the family room with the back door wide open. He was sort of dozing off, but not fully asleep. A ping roused him completely. It was his fuck buddy getting out of the cab on the street behind Mike's house and heading up the laneway. Mike went out on the deck, looked around for any lights on in any houses and made his way to the back gate. There was his fuckbuddy, grocery bags in both hands and a large knapsack slung on his back. Without a word he entered the back yard, and let Mike step back in and lead the way. They silently made their way to the deck, up the stairs, into the house, and Mike slowly closed and locked the back door.

Not necessarily. I was in a porn theater one time and had pre-lubed my ass, with frozen crisco so not quite so obvious that my ass was full of grease. Having no luck, I begged this hot bearded Daddy to fuck me. He wanted to use a rubber because he didn't want to catch anything. I let him fuck me in a dark hallway with some guys watching. Well, the grease in my ass broke that sucker down, but I didn't feel anything but his cock pistoning. Once he put it in, he didn't pull out. When he pulled out, my ass was full and dripping with his load. He was like "Oh the rubber broke" and looked kinda guilty as he pulled up his pants and split. Dude must have felt it. Maybe it broke while he was shooting? I felt nothing, but boy did I grin when he told me I got the load I wanted. Anyhow, I stuck a couple fingers in to feel all that fresh stranger cum in my ass to pull out the piece of rubber that was still up my fuckhole.

Hey Raw- since this topic resurfaced, thought I would pass this pic along- from last Saturday-I had a FFtop use and abuse my hole for about an hour at noon, took a break after he left f or a couple hours when a FB called and needed to get off- he dropped by and dropped a load in and split. Another fist bud hit me up about 30 minutes later and came by and fisted, fucked, and then broke in 2 new leather ball stretchers he had just gotten. Broke them in by snapping them both on making the total stretch about 5 inches plus his balls below-he lubed the stretchers up , and then proceeded to slip his entire stretched sack up into my hole, then pushed his cock in with it and fucked me with the whole package for about 30 minutes. All told, we played for about 2 hours-- and this was the pic of my hole after he was done playing--no swollen lips to speak of- and this was with me pushing out. I really think a lot of puffy has to do with the bottom NOT relaxing , and muscle tone-- I work my ass muscles whenever I can- however I can- be it kegels, taking a fist, a cock, or just daily exercise like walking .

crispin glover

I started barebacking in 2006...I was bored of all the dull sex with condoms and blowjobs and safety...I knew the risks and took them. And now I'm a satisfied slut taking as many dicks, where and when is possible...

Added 3 more to the night tonight. Brings it to 6. Posted add on CL and just laid ass up on the bed. WOOF so sticky with cum going to the ABS near me tomorrrow where ill whore myself out too

Yesterday I received three loads from one guy, a new friend of mine (black guy ... any surprise?) that can truly separate emotions from sex as a friend (so far). We both like art so we decided to pay a visit to the National Gallery of Art in downtown DC. During the two hours there, it became apparent we were both horny and wanted to fuck based on our conversations and groping each other lol. We decided to go to Glorious 'Art Gallery' (ha!) to do it. I forgot my ID so we went back to my place first. Well, I bent over to grab my ID in my room, and he pulled down my pants, grabbed my ass, and started fingering me while my door was open! I told him, "Lets go downstairs." Once downstairs (and next to a roommates room, abs he was home haha), I lean face down over a workout bench ... he pulls down my shorts and underwear, and dives face first and gives me an awesome rim job. I can't help it and moan, and start leaking a ton of precum on the bench and my leg. He rimmed me for a good half hour, then turned me around, shoved me on my knees, and forcefully started face fucking me. Average length dick, 6", but thick. Made me choke, I pushed back on his hips to slow him down, but he responded by grabbing my hands, placing them behind my head, and placing my head against the washing machine next to the workout bench. Oh, and fucking my face as hard and rough as he could. He pulled out about 5 minutes later, had me assume the position doggy style on the bench, shoved my underwear in my mouth, and slammed good entire dick in my ass all the way to the balls. OMG it felt great yet hurt. Strangely I couldn't help but give out a loud, muffled moan. I did try pushing him off a bit, but he grabbed my hands, pinned them to my back with one hand and slammed my head down on the bench with the other, and said, "Slut, I'm going to rape this ass." Hmm ... oddly turned me on, he felt me loosen up, and said, "Yeah, I own this ass." He definitely is into total domination, and knows how to fuck real rough. He slammed in deep and flooded my hole about 5 minutes in to fucking (love pump and dumps). Damn his load was huge and felt great. He continued fucking my ass for another few minutes, then pulled out. I turned around, sucked his dick clean, then said, "I'll take you home. Gotta leave now to avoid the afternoon rush on 66." He replied, "[slaps my ass] Did I say I changed my mind about Glorious?" So off we went lol. I grabbed my poppers and lube, and he paid for the room. Once in the room, he picked me up, placed me on the bed on my stomach, pulled off my shorts, slipped out of his basketball shorts, and again slammed in my ass balls deep. I struggled a bit as I wanted some lube and poppers first, but he said, "My ass is well lubed, and will take it however I decide." Right after that he pulled all the way out and slammed all the way in. I'll admit I loved it,for no other reason he can pull off the alpha male, total domination, it's all about me attitude. I'm very loud now that we're not at my place. I finally poppered up, loosened up even more. Love the feeling of having a load fucked into me. He refused to use the lube, saying he'll lube me up soon enough. He lasted a good 30 - 40 minutes. He grabbed my hips to hoist my ass up a bit, stretched my ass wide open with his hands, and continued his rough assault on my ass. So hot talking dirty and demeaning to me, listening to his balls slap against mine. Finally he says, "Ready for more lube? You don't have a choice, bitch." Right after, he rams in and floods my hole a second time. Without missing a beat, he flips me on my back, places my legs on his shoulders, and starts fucking me again. For some reason he was gentle this time, and made it obvious he was making this round all about me. Very confused, but still felt great. Alternated between kissing, licking and sucking my neck and nipples, and even pulling out to suck my dick. No slamming in my ass at all ... he went all the way in my ass one last time while we were making out, and I swear load #3 was by far the largest. We got dressed quickly after as he had another friend to hangout with. I dropped him off at his metro station of choice and he pulled my head in for a kiss before hopping out of my car. Hmm the confusion ... oh well, sex is great!

I woke up this morning with no intention of hooking up today, but who was I fooling? I checked my phone and there was a message from a guy I've hooked up with a couple times at a bookstore arcade. He said he was getting a haircut and would I be around to play after at an outdoor cruisy place. I tell him yes and we make a time and tell him exactly where I'll be. I decide to get there a little bit earlier and surprise with a load in my hole. I arrive and it's not so busy. As I am walking through the bushes where I promised my bud is meet him, I see a guy grabbing his crotch and I just nodded and kept walking. I get to my place and pull down my shorts with wearing my jockstrap, pull out my lube and grease up my hole and start playing with my dick. That guy that I just passed is walking slowly to where I am at. He has his dick out and it's a nice thick 8 incher. He walks behind me, pushes my head down and he puts his dick in and starts pounding me and within a minute I hear, "you wanna it"? I tell him I do and to "breed my hole fucker" and he grabs my hips and pulls me tight to him and I can feel his dick shooting inside me. He keeps holding me tight so I start milking as much as I can before he pulls out. Bummer my friend didn't catch us...he would have liked that. The guy pulls up his shorts and walks away. I lube up a butt pug and shove it into my hole so my bud has all the lube he needs. I wait in the same area in my jock stroking. I hear some foot steps and it's my bud. I get on my knees and open my mouth and his semi hard cock is out into my mouth and he gets hard pretty quick. He deep throats me and I taste his precum dripping in my mouth. I suck him too a good five minutes when I turn around for him to fuck me! He says if I fuck you, I'm going to cum pretty quick. I tell him, that I want his seed so bad and that I have surprise for him, I take out the buttplug in front of him and tell him I got loaded for him. He shoves his dick inside and he moans, "oh yea"! He fucks me for about 45 seconds he is blowing up inside me. He pulls out and I can't even suck him clean because he is so sensitive. I put the buttplug inside me in front of him and told him I want to feel your cum for awhile. This just happened. I am in the car as I type this. I wonder what else is in store for the day???

Story depicting sex with a minor deleted. You guys should know this isn't allowed. Please don't encourage people to post stories that could get the site shut down

As a top, I fucking LOVE tag teaming with another top. Seeing the topic of this post made me hard! It's totally different than an orgy situation. In fact it's kinda intimate. You get the experience of raw fucking ass AND watching another guy breed. It's pretty hot. Interaction can be physical [playing with the other top's cum filled balls] or verbal ["come on man… show your buddy how you bareback that faggot ass!"]. If the bottom is into ATM, then there is always a cock in his mouth AND ass. I prefer tag teaming to one on one and the bottom wins too…he gets double loads! [i need to stop ...Writing this has made me so fucking horny, I need to find some ass to fuck]

From a physiology perspective... "puffy" is an inflammatory response the body has to trauma. The cells in an area that is senses injury sets up a defense system agains invaders (like bacteria) and a sort of clean up crew to remove damaged cells. If I had to put a clinical guess on it, I'd say that puffy has more to do with approach than individual biology. For instance, if time is taken to open up, there's likely to be less or no perceived trauma by the body, and no inflammatory response and vice versa. If you get your asshole punched, it will likely swell like any other part of your body would ;-).

I rarely say, "more, more. more" because I'm usually just so appreciative of the initial effort our writers make, BUT in this case I'm making an exception!! If there's more instore for Mike, I REALLY REALLY want to know about it! Thanks!!

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.

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

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

The Menzies Hotel is right next to Wynyard station and doesn't require any card to get up the lift.

2. Leaning up again the door to our room, a skinny Asian boy was on his knees, sucking off a an older guy. I felt bad breaking up their activity, but my hole was itching, and there was only one way to scratch it. They headed off towards the dark room, no doubt to pick up where I had interrupted them. In the room, TJ and I put down our bags. "Goddamn," TJ said. "Did that just happen? That guy? Just getting blown in the hall?" "Yeah," I said. "It did. And that's kinda tame for this club. You should see the glory holes." "How did I not know about this before? It's fucking amazing. That your favorite place? The glory holes?" It was hard to pick a favorite part of the club. There were so many parts I had memories of: the glory holes; the maze; the sling room; and, of course, the simple pleasures of getting pounded in a private room. "Well, now you know," I said. "And there are so many parts of the club I like." "You're gonna have to show me," TJ said. I put down my bag. I needed to get naked, get high, and get fucked. "What's the envelope?" I asked him. "Dunno," he said. He opened it. "Damn. Score!" he said, pulling out a small bag of white crystals, and another of four oblong blue tablets. "This is going to be a great night. You better be up for it, cocksucker." He put down his bag as well and pulled out a bottle of water. He popped one of the viagra, and swallowed it. "You need another hit from the pipe, don't you?" he said. It was a command, not a question. "Yeah," I said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and undid my khakis. With each piece of work clothing I took off, another set of inhibitions was removed. By the time I got down to the jock strap, there would be very little I wouldn't do. With another few hits from the pipes, even those last inhibitions would fall to the side. I took another look at TJ, even as I fumbled with the zipper on my pants. I had been taught to see black men as ugly and something slightly less than human. Likewise for so many other ethnic types: Latinos, Asians, Native Americans, Jews, and Arabs. Perfection was a blond-haired, blue-eyed man of unimpeachable Nordic stock. Even my dark brown hair seemed like a fundamental personal failing. Despite TJ's muscular build and thick, hard cock it was hard for me to think of him as an equal, much less a superior. But yet, I was staring at his cock, imagining what it would feel like down my throat again or how it would feel sliding in and out of my hole. I couldn't believe I was lowering myself down even below his level, but in my drug-clouded mind, it was the only right thing to do. "You can leave the jock strap on," TJ said, as I finished taking off my pants. "Keep your dick out of the way." "Ok," I said. My mind was racing under the influence of the crystal. I was staring at TJ, as he undressed, wanting to get back on my knees to suck him off, thinking about the guys I had seen wandering the halls, wanting to bend over and let them fuck me. TJ pulled off his shirt, exposing a broad, muscular chest with the slightest spray of black hair across his pecs. Everything about TJ, from his physical presence dominating the room, to his cock straining against his shorts, all the way to his scent now filling my nostrils screamed "man" to me. But it was hard to reconcile these signals with what I had been taught for so many years, that he was only slightly more evolved than a monkey. "Can't decide if you want to beat me up or suck me off, can you cocksucker?" TJ asked. I nodded, still staring at the black man. He kicked off his shoes and pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang free. It was hard and erect and his balls hung low, heavy with cum. I felt small. I was shorter than him, skinnier than him, and behind my jock strap, my dick was limp and helpless, a victim of the booty bump I had done earlier. "It's ok," TJ continued. "You can still get on your knees and suck me off." It was barely even a command but I still followed. I dropped to my knees, submissive in front of the black man. "Feels better, doesn't it, knowing your place?" I nodded. I tried not to think what my old friends would say, me obeying a black man's every command. I should have been the strong one here and it should have been my cock getting sucked. But instead, it was me on my knees and the black man's cock nestled against my lips. I started to get up, to reinstate the proper order of things and to set the world right. "No, faggot," TJ said. He put his hand on my shoulder and pressed me back down to the floor. "On your knees. Where you belong." I tried once more to stand up, but I was no match for TJ. Effortlessly, he held me down with one hand, and used the other to guide his cock back to my lips. "Give it some attention. You choked on it earlier and loved every moment. You can do it again." I opened my mouth, and took the dark head of his cock into my mouth. There was a bead of pre-cum, slightly salty and bitter, that spread across my tongue. TJ moved his hand to the back of my head, guiding me further down his shaft. "Come on cocksucker," he continued, taking a step back and forcing me to shuffle forward. He sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide for me to kneel between. "Let's see how good this crystal is." I did my best to stay on his cock and stole an occasional glance as he prepared the hit. He grabbed his pipe from his bag, and carefully loaded the bowl with a few large shards. I heard the hiss of the lighter, and the barely audible crackle of the crystal melting. "Did you know the guy?" TJ asked. I nodded, not daring to take my mouth off of his dick. "I figured. Has he fucked you before?" I nodded again. I had lost track of the number of loads Dennis had given me. "Damn. He use a condom?" I shook my head. Dennis was adamant about condoms. He never used them. "Fuckin' nasty faggot, taking it bareback." I forced myself to go further down on his cock, further debasing myself. I glanced up enough to see him stick the stem of the pipe in his mouth, then a relative silence as he inhaled the thick white clouds. "You let a lot of guys fuck you, don't you?" I nodded again. It was true. I had tried to keep track starting on New Year's Day, but had pretty much lost track by the time Valentine's Day rolled around. As my personal testament to the enduring power of love, I had partied that weekend and lost track after 7 guys had cum in me. By then, my total for the year was well over a hundred. That had been four months ago and my pace had only picked up. TJ exhaled and a white cloud momentarily occluded his head before drifting down slowly towards me. "How many?" he asked. I pulled off of his black shaft just enough to speak. "I don't know. At least a few hundred in my life." I had never told anyone that and had barely even admitted it to myself. Each individual man seemed ok: it had felt like the right thing at the time, sucking him off or letting him fuck me. But then, over days, weeks, and months, they added up, until it was painfully obvious that I was little more than a cockslut. "Maybe more," I said, now fully aware of how he saw me. "Tweaker slut," he said. TJ stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Time for you to do another hit. You need to be high." Even though the booty bump had me flying, I was more than ready for another hit. TJ held the torch under the bowl. It heated up quickly so soon after the last hit, and I inhaled deeply. The stuff Dennis had given TJ was very good; even from the first wisp, I could feel it hitting my blood and brain. I inhaled as much as I could, watching TJ carefully. When I thought I had taken as much as I could, I nodded, but he just smiled. "A little more, tweaker boy. For me." I did my best, even though my lungs felt like they were about to explode. TJ eventually relented, and took the still-smoking pipe from my mouth. He put it down on a towel next to him, then turned back to me. "Hold it," he said. I needed fresh air, not the intoxicating clouds of the crystal, but I did as he said. "You ever gotten fucked by a black guy?" he asked me. I was about to say something, but TJ put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. I thought I could stand it, but it was only a few seconds before I felt smothered. Every second meant that more of the crystal entered my body and I lost more control over my actions. Even just keeping my eyes on TJ seemed to get harder and harder as the seconds ticked by and the room seemed to get darker and darker. Just as I thought I couldn't stand another second, TJ released his grip, and I coughed, expelling the thickest cloud I had done in ages. "Answer me, boy," he said. "You ever let a black guy fuck you?" I was still coughing, trying to regain my composure. Before I had a chance to think clearly, I started to speak. "Never been fucked by a nigg..." Luckily, I caught myself, and shut my mouth before said anything else. "What did you say, faggot?" TJ asked me. "Nothing. I said. "Was just coughing." "No. You were starting to say something there. We both know that." His words were taut and clipped. He knew what I was going to say. And I had failed to weasel my way out from admitting it. "Now tell me what you were going to say," he continued. I didn't know where to look. If I looked him in the face I would have never been able to say what I had to say. If I looked at his cock, I would have had acknowledged the complete and utter power the black man held over me. I finally settled on staring at his chest and watched the muscles move with each breath he took. I took a deep breath as well. "I've never had a nigger fuck me," I said "That's what I thought you said," TJ said. I looked up at him. He was smiling. For a brief moment, I thought it was going to be ok. He would understand it was a slip of the tongue, under the influence of the crystal. But he grabbed my chin, and held it tightly. With his other hand, he slaps me. Hard. As I was gasping in pain, he spoke. "Fucking racist faggot." I expected him to slap me again; maybe even harder than the first. But instead he picked up the pipe and put it back in my mouth "You're going to do another hit for me tweaker. Hopefully it'll get some sense in you." He held the torch under the bowl. With the tiniest nod of his head, he let me know it was time to inhale. The pipe was already full of thick clouds and as soon as I drained it, it would re-fill. Once again, TJ was making me do a massive hit. It was not long before my lungs were bursting, and he gave no indication that it was time for me to stop. Finally, he put down the torch, and grabbed the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said, and put the stem in his own mouth. He did a hit, although it didn't seem anywhere near as big as mine. "Don't," he said, careful to let only the smallest cloud out as he spoke. He put down the pipe, and once more, held a hand over my mouth and pinched my nose closed. This time, the panic set in much earlier. I needed air, and I hated the knowledge that every second only made me more tweaked out, more out of control, more willing to do anything at all. Even kneeling between TJ's legs and him holding onto me mouth and nose, I started to struggle, trying to escape his grasp. "No, faggot," he said. "You're not gonna get away that easily," he said. He leaned in, exhaled his cloud right in my face, but did not release his grip on me. I was keeping my eyes open, but it was hard to see anything but his face right in front of me. "Tonight is your lucky night, tweaker. You're gonna get fucked by my nigger cock tonight. More than that. You're gonna get raped by a nigger cock. And if you are really lucky, you're gonna get raped by a few of us." He finally loosened his grip on my mouth and nose; I exhaled in a paroxysm of coughing, trying to catch my breath. "You want that?" I nodded. His thick black shaft was right in front of me, standing up straight, erect and proud, gently swaying in reaction to his easy breathing. "You want that," he asked me again. He slapped me on the face, hard enough that my ears were ringing. "Yes," I said. It was an automatic response, but it was suddenly the correct response. I needed to feel his black tool force its way into me and dominate me. It was crucial that he dominate me. As pathetic and banal as it was, he needed to make me his bitch. I had spent too much time looking down on black men, mentally and physically degrading them. It was not something I was proud of, and my apology was long over due. "Yes, sir," I said. The apology was not going to be easy. But I had no right to expect it to be simple. "Fuck, that's what I like to hear, cocksucker." He was smiling now. He put a hand on the back of my head, and guided me back to his cock. There some pre-cum at the tip, and I licked it up. My brain still rebelled at the thought of debasing myself in front of the black man, but I tried my best to suppress it. His erection was a beautiful display of masculinity and it was my honor to service it. "You said there were glory holes here?" I nodded. I didn't know what he had in mind. "Sweet. First place we're gonna visit. Let you taste the rainbow." He pressed against the back of my head, forcing me down onto his cock. This time, I willingly took his cockhead in my mouth. "First though, you're gonna show my black python some love as I hit this pipe. No way you're gonna be the only one with your head in the clouds." I closed my eyes and heard the familiar hiss of the torch. This time, TJ did a hit just as large as the ones he made me do. I stayed on my knees, trying to swallow his entire thick shaft. It seemed that each hit he did from the pipe only made his cock harder, in sharp contrast to me. I reached down, and felt my dick. It was soft and limp and stroking it seemed to make no difference. "Don't worry about your dick," TJ said. "The one in front of you is the one you need to focus on." He took another hit from the pipe. It was getting harder for me to take his cock. His shaft was like a steel rod, and I had to do all of the contortions to align it with my throat. But it felt so good to have him inside of me. My only regret was that he was not fucking my ass. But that hardly seemed like an impossibility. It would happen, and it would happen tonight. TJ did several more hits as I twisted and turned. I worked his shaft into my throat, and let him drip pre-cum right into my throat. Finally, he did one last massive hit. Even with my attention focused on his dick, I knew it was going to be a big one. He held it longer than I thought possible, before finally exhaling. The cloud overwhelmed the two of us, and for a moment, all I could see was the white fog. As it dispersed, he pulled me off his cock, and stared at me. "Time for the glory holes, cocksucker. Time to show your skills." TJ carefully put the pipe and torch on the table by the bed, then stood up. "Come on," he said. "Lead the way." I grabbed a bottle of poppers from my bag before wrapping the keys around my right wrist. I wasn't sure if it was still a signal anyone got, but it better to make it painfully clear than have any misunderstandings. I opened the door; with the light on in our room, it was better lit than the hallway. "This way," I said. The glory holes were on the same floor, although in order to get to them as a bottom, we had to navigate the maze. It was a Friday evening, and the club was getting crowded. A few guys tried to grope us. TJ gently removed their hands from his body. It made me feel even luckier that I was able to service him and to give him pleasure. Not everyone had this privilege and it was one I should treasure. We reached a series of stalls; each one had a hole in the far wall that opened onto a platform where the tops would stand. "Damn," TJ said, as he stood next to me in the stall. "Just stick their cock through the hole?" "Yeah," I nodded. "And you never see them?" "Nope," I said. We hardly had to wait, before a cock emerged from the darkness through the hole. In the dim light, it was hard to make out any details. It was darker than I expected; it might have been a Latino, an impression re-enforced by the foreskin that covered the head. "Uncut," TJ said. "You going to suck it?" "Yeah," I said. If I had not been flying on the crystal, if TJ had not been there, if I had not been sensitive to all the men I had turned down for bad reasons, I might have thought twice. I might have waited a while longer for my eyes to adjust and I might have been more careful about an uncut, brown-skinned dick. But I didn't. I cupped the stranger's heavy, warm balls in my hand and ran my tongue over the sensitive margin where his cockhead emerged from his foreskin. "Damn," TJ said, as my tongue darted under the foreskin. I could taste some sweat and pre-cum and the stranger's cock started to respond. It was a slow response at first, like a locomotive gathering steam. It thickened and lengthened slightly, pushing itself further into my mouth. Like the train, there was a grunt of pleasure, and the stranger shifted his weight, pressing himself against the thin plywood barrier that separated us. I leaned against the barrier as well, positioning myself to take more of the stranger's dick. "You're doing it," TJ muttered. Despite his incredulity at my actions, I saw out of the corner of my eye he was still stroking his cock. The plywood was cold at first, but warmed up from my body. It was just thick enough to ensure I would never know anything about the man I was sucking off, nor he about me. Its primary job was to keep us both totally anonymous while I did one of the most intimate acts one man can do for another. By then, the stranger's cock had gotten fully erect, a respectable seven inches or so, and nicely thick. It was not as big as TJ's, but it was still a mouthful. I took a quick snort from the poppers, and waited for them to hit before attempting to go any deeper. It was not long before the warm waves washed over me, and I felt my body relax and open up. I swallowed and the cockhead slid into my throat. It elicited another moan of pleasure from the unknown man, and he began to drip pre-cum. Powered by the poppers, I started to properly service his cock, going up and down his shaft and deep throating him. "Are you going to get him off?" TJ asked. I nodded, keeping the unknown man's cock in my mouth. It would have been the height of cockteasing to not let the man get off and there was no way I would let his precious fluid go to waste. Even letting him cum on my face would have been too wasteful for me. Plus, I wanted his seed. I wanted to know what this man tasted like and the best way to work him to a furious intensity where his only option was spew his load all over my gut. It did not take much before his moans started to get louder and he started to buck his hips. His balls were still cradled in one hand; I used the other to take a quick hit from the poppers. They relaxed me, enough for his cock to slide deeper into my throat. It was just a tiny bit of additional stimulation, but it was what he needed. "Oh fuck," he grunted, his voice clearly audible through the glory hole. "He's getting close?" TJ asked me. I nodded, just trying to focus all my attention on the stranger's cock. His balls pulled up tight, and there was one last hip thrust. His cock pulsed and a warm spray of jizz coated my throat. I swallowed the first spurt, massaging his shaft enough to get a second spurt. This turned into a virtuous cycle where each time I swallowed, I got another spurt of cum. Finally, his balls were drained, and I had a pool of cum in my stomach. As quickly as his cock had appeared in the glory hole, it disappeared, leaving TJ and me alone. "Who was that?" TJ asked me. "I don't know," I said. "He was a total stranger." "And you just sucked him off like that?" His voice was a mixture of disbelief and interest, revulsion and arousal. "And you swallowed his load?" "Yeah," I said. "I did." If I needed any more proof of what I had done, I could still taste the stranger's cum in my mouth, a salty, bitter mixture. "And really. No idea who it was." "None at all." "Fuck man. I mean, I know you said you were going to do it. But you actually just sucked a total stranger off and swallowed his load." TJ was stroking his cock. It was still stiff and erect. "Do it again for me," he said. "Suck off the next guy that sticks his dick through the hole. You gonna do that for me, cocksucker?" "Yeah," I said. I was committing myself. No matter what cock: short, long, thin, fat, clean or smelly, I would take it. I would nurse it. And I would take it all the way to orgasm. I turned back to the glory hole, staring at the darkness beyond, wondering what would appear next. Now that I was looking for someone, the club was suddenly still. There was only the constant deep bass of the music, and the steady pulse of TJ's breathing. I stared into darkness beyond the gloryhole, eager for any sign of movement, any flash of white of a towel wrapped around a man's waist. "Slow all of a sudden," TJ said. "You may have to suck my cock, just to have something in your mouth." However, as soon as he spoke, there was the familiar creak of the floorboards, as another man walked across the platform. I didn't get a chance to see anything about him before the white towel filled the gloryhole. The stranger pulled off his towel, exposing a thick, heavy black shaft. "You're in luck," TJ said. "It's your favorite. Nigger dick." I hesitated for a second. It was one thing to suck off TJ, a perfect specimen of masculinity. But this man was a different matter. I knew nothing about him, no idea what he looked like, other than the cock right in front of me. It would be the second black man I had sucked off, both of them in little more than the space of an hour. TJ was going to start thinking this was the real me, not some aberration due to a sense of guilt and crystal. "Go on," TJ said. "I know how badly you need cock in your mouth."

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

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

Well, we had done it and stealthed my FB with a load of hvl poz cum. The poz guy, though, took a little advantage of the situation of me being in another world from being fucked so good. He had after loading my boy, also rammed home in me and bred me with his toxic load and it felt so good that he kept on pounding my hole until he had cum in me a second time to boot. WOW Was I ever in fuck heaven from the way they had used my hole. I loved every minute of it even if I had been surprised a lot by the poz cum and had not really been after that at all. Afterwards the poz guy and I had talked a bit and decided to get my boy again as soon as possible. He thought we could turn him into a cum dump and get rid of him wanting a condom ever again. We just needed to get him going more and we both decided to try and keep our 'rosters' clear as possible to be ready for him when he would call. We didn't have long to wait either. My boy loved my hole so much and it was hard for him to find anyone else who could take the pounding he liked to do with his huge cock. True to form he sent me an email and wanted to fuck me and again with only about an hour to try and get ready. He also asked if it was possible for the 'other guy', as he referred to him, to join also. He probably thought it would be too quick to get him. He was going to be surprised though, I hoped. I immediately got ahold of our poz guy and he was ready and could meet us at the time. We were both there early. Loved the way he made out and also the taste of his nice cock too. We made out for a good 20 minutes before my FB got there. He looked a little surprised to see the poz guy there but tried to not let on and said how happy he was for him to be there. My FB wanted to know if the poz buy would fuck me first to get me opened up more for him. This was a surprise though and I had not thought he would ask that. I looked at the poz guy and he smiled and told us he was ready for it. I wasn't sure I wanted it but laid down and we all started to make out for a bit and then the poz guy climbed on me. He looked me right in the eyes as he started to stick his cock in me. It was drooling precum and slicked my hole up and he was able to slide in fairly easily with his own lube. My boy was soon over me kissing me as the poz guy started to stroke his cock in my hole. It felt amazing and I was soon ramming my ass back at him as he tried to bottom out every time in me. This went on for a good 10 minutes when my FB all at once asked to take over. I groaned as the poz guys cock left my hole but soon I was back in ecstasy as my boy rammed his huge cock in me and started pounding away immediately. He was telling me he was too turned on watching me take another cock and just had to have my hole. The poz guy was now behind my boy with a hard cock in need and leaned over him again. He asked us what he was supposed to do with his cock now as he was really turned on badly and in need of getting off. I grabbed my boy though and planted a hot deep kiss on him to keep him from answering and just pointed with one had for the poz guy to ram it in him. The poz guy started rubbing his cock up and down my boys ass lubing his hole with his precum like he had mine. My FB started to squirm a little but I held him tight and shoved my tongue in his mouth as deep as I could and wrapped my legs around him tighter also. He quit moving so much other than ramming his cock in me deep and hard and soon I could tell the poz guy had his cock buried in him again. My boy held still for a bit deep inside me and I could feel the poz guy pounding away at his hole. My boy was looking me in the eyes and soon he could not hold still and he started to pound my again which definitely got him impaled deeper in me and the poz guy deeper in him too. He quit the kiss and his head went back as he arched his back and pounded me as hard as he could. He was then yelling how great this felt and looked over his shoulder at the poz guy who leaned in and kissed him passionately. My boy was moaning his pleasure now and soon broke the kiss and was telling us both to use him good. The poz guy kind of let part of the cat out of the bag as he then told my boy to get ready he was going to cum and impregnate him. My boy was too far gone and it didn't seem to register what was said. He just told the poz guy to hurry as he was about ready to cum too. They both went wild then and soon my bud rammed home in my ass as deep as he could and yelled he was cumming. The poz guy then yelled he could feel it in my boys ass and he was cumming too and all this set me off and I was cumming all over my stomach without having to touch my own cock. All three of us getting off at the same time and wow I was floating away my orgasm was so strong. I started to come back and again the poz guy was the only one with me as my boy had got up and left again quickly. He was rimming my ass and eating the load from by FB and before I could say anything he had lined his cock up with my ass and was rammed in deep. He held it still in me as it registered on my mind that his poz cock was again in me. I was trying to find a way to tell him no but could not think of a way with it feeling so good in me. I had never been able to turn down a hard cock and especially once it was in me it was basically impossible for me to say no. He just held still for a while and only kind of stirred around a little without actually pumping and out at all. The feeling was nice though. He was telling me he thought he was definitely pozzing my boy as he had noticed a little pinkish color on his cock this time when he pulled out of him and there had been he was sure some tearing in him and bleeding which would help his toxic load get into him better and faster. I hadn't heard it but he also told me my boy had thanked him for the load when he left. We both smiled at that one. As he told me about the thank you, the poz guy pulled back on his cock until only the head was still in me and asked if I wanted another load. Before I could answer he shoved forward and buried his cock to the hilt in me and I could only moan in pleasure and he took that as a yes and really started to fuck me good. Again, I got two more loads from him before he was done and I had not told him to stop. I was a doggone cum dump myself and now proabably getting pozzed when all I had wanted was my bud to get it. Not only that but I got two loads now for the one he got. What should I do now?

I arrived at our meeting place early and my poz bud arrived at about the same time, so we had time to talk and do a little preparing for my arrogant fuck bud to arrive. He was going to get a lot more out of this fuck than he knew was coming. Poz guy and I talked and planned for a bit and then started to make out while awaiting my fuck buddy. I definitely wanted this guy horned up and ready when my fuck buddy got there. We started by kissing some and then, since it was going to happen anyway, got naked and were feeling each other up and stroking each others cocks. He had a lot of precum and it didn't take long before his cock was covered in it and slick and hard as a rock. His cock was about as long as my fuck buddy's, but just short of being as big around. It was a damn nice size though and I couldn't wait and dropped on my knees, and took it into my mouth. I just had to taste it and feel that nice cock throb in my throat a little. We fooled around for about ten minutes when my fuck buddy finally arrived, and his arrival was just in time, as that poz cock was starting to taste mighty good to me and my ass was starting to tingle with a need to be filled. My fuck buddy took one look at us and stripped, saying "It looks like I got here just in time. Another five minutes and I'd have had sloppy seconds." We all laughed a bit at that, but I don't think either of them really knew how close that was to the truth. My ass was ready and in need of filling. My fuck buddy and the poz guy started to kiss, and I went down to swallow my fuck buddy's beautiful cock, to prime him so he would cream my hole good. Poz guy and I traded around after a few minutes and he was swallowing that big cock while I gave some tongue-action to my fuck buddy. The three of us went back and forth several times, as my fuck buddy became increasingly worked up. Yeah, I was determined to edge him, to get him so hot that he would be ready for anything. His cock was about as hard as I could ever remember it and he was panting to plant it in me by the time I lay down and told him to hurry and do me. I was more than ready to be fucked. My fuck buddy lubed himself and my ass, and then slowly entered my hole, a little at a time, teasing me as he went by pushing in and then holding still again. Our poz bud was behind him watching and then, right on cue, commented to my fuck buddy "Damn, you've got a nice ass too," adding "Do you like to get fucked?" My fuck buddy replied "Yeah, but I only bareback with this guy." Poz guy just smiled. As my fuck bud started to finally fuck me the poz guy moved behind him more and started to play with his ass, lubing it, and loosening it up by some vigorous finger play, all the while telling my bud "I gotta play with your ass while you fuck your buddy," and encouraging him to pound my ass good and get it nice and sloppy for him. He kept whispering how hot it was to watch his big cock tear my hole up. Knowing where this was headed, I enjoyed the talk almost as much as I enjoyed being fucked. My fuck bud always took a while to cum so I knew I was in for a good ass pounding, for at least twenty minutes or maybe more. It felt good as he lifted my legs higher and higher and had them over his shoulders, holding me almost upside down as he pounded my ass. It was always a great fuck with him. I could just see the poz guy a bit behind him as he was running a finger into my fuck buddy, and then said he was going for more fingers. My fuck buddy replied "It feels great, and I can feel the tingle of your fingers against my prostate as I pound away at this hole." Soon the poz guy told him he had all four of his fingers in my fuck buddy's ass. He, in turn, was clearly enjoying the anal play, and it helped him pound me hard. The poz guy kept up a steady stream of hot talk, telling us how hot it was to watch me being fucked as he played with my fuck buddy's hole and how hot he was getting too. He also told my fuck buddy how hot his hole was, and commented it was making him really horny too, and that his cock was hard as a rock. He pushed up against my fuck buddy, and ran himself up and down the crack of his ass, and asked how he liked the feel of that. My bud told him it fell good and bet I would love that when he got done with me. The poz guy never moved back away again and kept his fingers probing deep in my fuck bud's hole while his poz cock kept up a smooth slide up and down his crack smearing lots of his precum all over my bud's ass crack and hole and slicking him up even more with the lube there also. My bud was loving the attention and was pounding my hole as hard as he ever had and we were both soon moaning our pleasure a lot. My bud then told us he was getting close and then really started going even faster and harder if that was possible. The poz guy said he was really getting horny for some too, but I don't think by now it was registering with my bud at all as he approached his orgasm. I then notice the poz guy had pulled his fingers out of my bud and had him by the hips with both hands and rubbing his cock up and down his crack faster. My bud looked my in the eyes and told me to get ready as he was going to cum. He then rammed me about three or four more time and buried his cock as deep into me as he could as he grunted out that he was cumming hard. As soon as he came to a halt in me and was cumming the poz guy all at once yelled oh hell I can't take it and rammed his cock home in my bud's hole and said he was cumming too. My fuck bud was so far gone in his orgasm it didn't register at first that the poz guy's cock was buried deep in his hole and filling him up too for a while. As my bud was finally coming down he was telling us that was about the hottest cum he had ever had and then it dawned on him that there was a cock buried in him too. He looked over his shoulder and wanted to know what the poz guy was doing anyway. He told him he was sorry but he just got too excited when my boy came in me that he rammed home in him without thinking or knowing what he was doing. He apologized. My boy told him it was ok but he was not realy happy about getting a load in him. I could tell he was some pissed but kind of shrugged it off as he got up and got dressed and like normal was out of there within just a few minutes of cumming in me. He never hung around anyway more than a few minutes. I was still laying there with my legs spread and like usual, also, after being fucked by my bud I was in another world enjoying the feeling of being fucked and filled. I didn't even notice my boy leave nor that the poz guy was still hard and telling me how hot that had been and he was still damnably horned up by that. I didn't know anything until all at once it dawned on me that my legs were up I the air again and my hole was being pounded again. I came around and looked up and was looking right into the eyes of the poz guy as he was ramming his toxic cock in me now. I yelled what the hell are you doing, I don't want pozzed, just my boy. He just smiled and said he was sorry but that session just made him too horny and he couldn't resist my hole right there in front of him. I started to tell him to get off when he all at once rammed home in me hard and moaned and I could feel his cock pulsing. I opened my mouth but nothing came out and he told me OMG that feels good and I am filling you full of my poz seed too. As he said that he leaned down and kissed me and started to pound away again and I could do nothing but thrust my ass back at him as it felt too good to stop.

(part 3) Charlie and Peter were ready to crash after their first night of partying I Tina. They were able to get about 6 hours if sleep before they woke up together in bed. Since Miguel and Jaime were working on last minute party plans the teens Miguel allowed them to user their master bedroom. It was easy for Miguel to arrange the weekend party. He had his usual supplies for the weekend and placed a couple calls to get stone extra T, G and X. Miguel had held these parties before. He only invites select individuals who he knows. Those that attend pay a simple entrance fee and the party favors are included. Miguel had bought the old house that he used for theses parties. It was a simple 3 bedroom with pool in back. Parties like this were not a money maker for Miguel. He looked at out as good customer relations. His profit margin fir this party was far below what he typically makes over a decent weekend in sales, but wartime has a good time and what he loses in sales for this one weekend he'll makes up for in sales the following weekend. And with Charlie and Peter to help with sales, Miguel figures he can pick up some extra cash pimping their asses out to their clients. It was late afternoon when the teens woke up. They laid in bed and talked about last nights events. Charles was still a little freaked about the drugs and the raw sex. Peter seemed top accept what had happened and actually was turned on over the entire situation. Peter doc his best to calm Charlie down and to accept their fate. Peter held Charlie in his arms as they talked an d it seemed top calm him down. As the teens were laying I bed talking Miguel came in telling then to get up and eat a good meal before they were to leave for the party. Charlie & Peter fixed a good meal as they continued to get used to the idea of thirty new life. Both boys knew that if they had not taken the bus to Phoenix they'd be homeless and outed I their own home town. After the boys were done eating Jamie took them into the bathroom where they were told to shave down for the party. Both boys recall that Jamie was rather smooth with trimmed body hair. The teens weren't that hairy to begin with do it was easy for them to trim and shave Edgar they needed to in order to be ready for the upcoming event. Once they were ready the four of them headed out to the house. They had to make a stop I the way to pick up the extra supplies. When they arrived at the house Jamie showed the two teens around and then had then help set up the slings while Miguel fixed the supplies that the newbies would use over the weekend. It didn't take long for guests to start to arrive. The newbies were allowed to mingle with the guests until enough had arrived to get things started. Jamie told the boys to strip and climb into the slings in the living room. Peter quickly tossed his shirt and jeans aside and eagerly climbed into one of the slings. Charlie followed his friend and tossed his clothes side joining his friend in the sling near his. Miguel came into the room with the supplies that would keep the newbies flying am weekend long. Miguel told Jamie that the points were numbered and that the newbIes would get slams at designated times. This reminded Jamie of the weekend that Miguel introduced him to slamming. It was also when Jamie was pozzed and he knew the fate his brother and Peter were about to experience. Jamie had no regrets over those actions, he just wasn't sure that it was the right thing for his brother. As the newbies relaxed in the slings Miguel explained to them how the next few days were going to go. He first explained that they would be getting slams if Tina at regular intervals. They were free to get out of the sling if they needed a break, but that they weren't to be to far from him or Jamie. Miguel would administer Peter's first slam while Jamie would give Charlie his first slam. Miguel explained to the teens what to expect as they experienced their first slam. Jamie told Charlie to relax and that he was going to enjoy himself over the next few days as he applied a tourniquet to his left bicep while Miguel fix the same to Peter. Both Charlie and Peter watched as their arm was wiped with alcohol and then the point was stuck into a nice vein. After registering a flash of blood to masks sure the needle was in a vein the contents were emptied into each teen. The tourniquets were pulled off and burn boys coughed out as the drug worked into their bodies. Any fear Charlie had quickly disappear as he rode the strong rush he was experiencing. Both boys looked at each other and smiled as they were experiencing their first slam. The only only words spoken were from Peter who simply said 'FUCK YEAH!', and Charlie added 'OH YEAH'. The guests quickly gathered around the two teens as they were cock hungry ready to be fucked. It didn't take long for the fucking to begin. Both Charlie and Peter were definitely into this scene which pleased Jamie. One by one each guest fucked and seeded each teen. At precise times they were each given another slam to keep the high. when the boys were also provided water and G laced juice and Gatorade to keep them hydrated, energized and horny. When things slowed down the boys were taken out of the sling and out to the pool to get refreshed. While in the pool the two boys compared their night so far. Charlie admitted that he was nervous at the begging but after the first slam he was really into everything. Peter admitted that he was loving the drugs and he could definitely get used to this lifestyle. The rest of the weekend progressed the same. Both boys were fucked by almost every guy who came to the party. The few who didn't fuck the two teens were total bottoms that attended the party. When Sunday afternoon came both boys were ready to crash. After being awake for three straight days they were ready to crash.

(part 2) As the sun peaked through the windows as Friday dawned upon the bedroom, Charlie and Peter were sucking each other's cocks as Miguel fucked Jamie reminding him who is in charge in the relationship. Charlie and Peter were ready to crash as Miguel deposited a load inside Jamie's well used ass. Miguel left the the naked boys in bed to make arrangements for the newbies welcome into his business and family that he had always wanted. Jamie knew better then to follow him but Miguel came back to the door and motioned for him to come to the living room. Charlie and Peter had a brief discussion as they passed out about the fuck they had received. Both were not sure what to make of the raw fucking they dad received. They nth knew from health class that v they should use condoms fir fucking to prevent HIV but Peter find the raw fuck exiting where Charlie was scared. Peter told him that he shouldn't worry, at least not anymore. If Miguel and Jamie are HIV+ it's too late, they will be HIV+ soon as well. Peter's cock became very hard and he couldn't resist fucking Charlie in his state of mind. Peter climbed on Charlie's back, pinned his varms to the bed and forced himself between his legs and as he forced his hard cock inside his friend ass he whispered to him how much me had been wanting to fuck his sweet ass. Miguel explained to Jamie his plans for the evening. A party at the house with all welcomed to come fuck the newbies and seed their neg asses while they are tweaked out on nice slams am weekend long. Jamie want all the Ken in the idea until Miguel reminded him of his own welcome over a year ago, right before he told his old man he was gay. Jamie's chick began to thicken a little as Miguel noticed and said (while stroking his growing member) that he knew Jamie would be 'UP' for it. During the planning they heard Charlie's whimpers. They looked into the bedroom to see Peter fucking Charlie. Miguel commented that it looks like Charlie was going to be like his older brother, a submissive bottom. Miguel was already figuring that he'd have to effectual out later I his place one rung below his own boy Jamie. This weekend (and weekend to come) should do the trick. If not he'd lend him to his friend for a few days. Miguel cock grew stiff as he watched Peter fuck Charlie and left Jamie to carry out his instructions for that night's festivities as he went back into the bedroom and mounted Peter's ass as he was fucking Charlie. Miguel grabbed Peter's hips and rammed ask 8"if his cock in balls deep forcing Peter to collapse on top of Charlie as he pounded home his dominance into Peter's hole. He reminded both boys that they were to do as they were told or they'd be out on the street. Peter began to enjoy the fucking he was getting and tried to move a little inside Charlie's home as Miguel wasted no time and seeded the twink. He then instructed Peter to pound as hard as he could into Charlie and cum inside him. Peter wasted no time and after having Miguel fucking him came quickly. After which gee told Charlie's to clean Peter's cock off. Charlie was a little hesitant about doing this but knew he had to comply as he saw the look I'm Miguel's eyes. After Peter's cock was cleaned he told Peter he was to suck a load out of Charlie and swallow it before they were allowed to get some rest that they would need since they were going to a party this weekend. Not really knowing what he really meant about the okay, Peter began to longingly suck Charlie's cock. When Charlie finally came it was a big load to that Peter did his best to swallow down. It wasn't the fist load he had eaten (and it wasn't going to be his last).

Part 6 Jim then looked at me as he tapped his highly stylized biohazard tattoo that I hadn’t even recognized and when I nodded ok to him he exclaimed, “Boy your pussy is getting wrecked tonight but first it needs a warm up” as he lifted Bobby’s legs high and started to spank his perfectly smooth white ass and it didn’t take long before he had it red and Bobby started to tear up a little which satisfied Jim and he lowered Bobby’s legs onto his shoulders and without saying anything plunged into Bobby completely and much rougher than I would have and as Bobby screamed I covered his mouth with mine and made out with him as he continued to scream into my mouth. Jim either wanted to give Bobby the rough ride Bobby wanted or else he is one sadistic mother fucker. Each time Bobby got use to his nearly cherry hole being rape fucked Jim would change position or angle and get Bobby screaming again. After about twenty minutes Bobby tried to speak but barely could get words out so I had to ask Jim to stop for a moment so Bobby could talk. “I don’t want him to stop, Daddy, but I need you to do something for me” “Bobby, you are my baby boy and I’ll do anything for you. What do you want?” “Daddy, could you lie down on your back and I’ll lie on you, facing you, and you can kiss me better and hold me really tight so Uncle Jim can then fuck me harder?” “Oh Baby, I think Uncle Jim and I would like that a lot. Jim what do you think?” “If Bobby wants to get fucked even harder I should go get a couple of friends I mean Uncles and tell them we have a boy on his belly being held down that wants to get raped and get his little pussy fucked as he needs it to be.” “Daddy that would be so cool that I get fucked like that and it would be so wild that I wouldn’t even be able to see who it was.” “OK, move over Bobby and get on top of me as I want Jim to breed your pussy first then once he has used you then we are going to chem you up so that your body can handle what your head wants. Let’s get you Uncle Jim’s load first” Once we were in position Jim choose again to spank Bobby’s ass and out of his bag pulled a paddle. He told Bobby that before he fucked him he wanted to get his ass redder and that he should be ready to cry just like the little boy he is. Jim started easier than I would have expected but in less than a minute was going so fast and hard I knew I would not lie there and take it. Bobby was crying into my chest but wasn’t fighting to get up or stop him, he just laid there and took it. Jim stopped and said now that ass is ready and got on top of us and used Bobby like he was a love doll. He became a machine that was drilling and wasn’t going to stop until he exploded which didn’t take long as within minutes he was telling Bobby that he was ready to shoot and he asked if Bobby wanted his seed. Bobby started begging and Jim laughed and pretended he was going to pull out so that Bobby would cry and beg for him cum. I realized I had a lot to learn about boys like Bobby that clearly Jim already knew. As Jim pumped his hot load into Bobby he was mumbling what a good boy Bobby was and Bobby cum crazed look disappeared instantly when he heard that and he again smiled and appeared as innocent as the first day I met him. I kissed him and told him “You are a very good boy, Bobby, and you are my good boy now” and Bobby said “Being your good boy is all I want, Daddy.” I wanted to take him home and protect my little boy but neither of us were going to get any sleep tonight and since we were here we might as well show Bobby how he can be a good boy to a couple dozen men. Jim got up off the bed and said, “Bobby, if you want to learn to be a real good boy get on your knees in front of me now”. Bobby looked at me and I nodded to him so he quickly got on his knees in front of Jim. “Bobby when a man gives your boypussy a hard fuck and fills you with his load you should always lick his cock and balls clean for him. You do want to be a good boy don’t you?” Bobby nodded his head and leaned forward as he took Jim’s cock into his mouth. “Bobby this is also a way for you to get a man hard and excited again so he can fuck you even more.” At that comment Bobby moaned and Jim said “I knew you’d like hearing that”. When Jim felt Bobby did a good job he patted his head and told him so and Bobby leaned back and smiled up at Jim. Jim then asked me if I wanted him to round up some guys or if we should bring Bobby back to the room with the picnic table. Then he added that he had some friends there that had a deluxe room with a sling and they liked to party and would likely love to have Bobby in their sling. I thought that was a great idea and told him so. He said he’d go find them and for me to wait until he returns before slamming Bobby again because he knew his friends loved seeing a boy get slammed. Jim left and Bobby asked told me he was having so much fun and how much he wanted to stay my boy. I held and kissed him as I told him what was going to soon happen. He was excited about being strapped into the sling and having all kinds of men use his boypussy. He was concerned about being spun out of his mind because he didn’t want the guys to go easy on him. He wanted to make sure that his body and mind felt everything even if he didn’t remember it. I asked if he would like Uncle Jim to paddle him again between men fucking him and he grinned and said yes that and would some of the guys slap him in the face. I now got a little worried that if I ever left him alone he could really get himself into trouble but then Bobby said that he felt safe knowing what was going to happen because I was there. Jim returned and said he found his two friends and as they hadn’t found a boy yet were very happy to meet Bobby. Bobby picked up his hat off the floor and put it on backwards and Jim looked at Bobby and then turned to me and said we better move now or he was going to rape Bobby again right there. Bobby giggled and took my hand and Jim and I both grabbed our bags and went to see his friends.

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END

PART III I stared at Coach Pitt’s cock. It twitched every few seconds, a steady stream of precum sliding into the ridges of his furry abs. He saw me staring and grinned. “You like my dick, boy?” I nodded eagerly, and my own cock twitched. He grabbed my fat piece of meat and whistled. “Goddamn, Lance—you’ve got a pretty hot cock yourself.” He kissed me again, then looked me square in the eyes. “Now, listen: I promised Coach Strickland that he could watch me destroy your virginity. But before that happens, I’d really like to see you worship my cock. You wanna worship Coach’s cock?” “Fuck yeah, Coach.” “Then get on your knees, boy.” I knelt down in front of him, inhaling the scent of his fur and his precum and his sweaty crotch. I’d only sucked a few cocks before, and hadn’t really gotten the hang of it. But I’d never touched a cock like this. As I stared at the veiny shaft glistening with precum, my hunger for Coach’s dick activated instincts I didn't know were there. I wrapped my mouth eagerly around his mushroom head and began sucking on it like his seed was the only thing keeping me alive—first swallowing a few inches, then slowly engulfing more and more of it in my mouth. I wanted to please and worship this man more than anything else in the world. “Good boy,” he growled. “That’s a very, very good boy. You know, Lance, I suspected you were probably a hungry little fag, but I had no idea what a natural pig I had on my hands. I can already tell that you’re gonna make me so proud.” I murmured with pleasure as I kept creeping my lips down the length of his cock. He moaned, and I tasted his DNA as it dripped steadily down the back of my throat. “Turn around,” he said. “I wanna munch on that sweet little jockbutt.” I spun around for him. He gently pushed down on the small of my back so that my spine arched, then he positioned my legs to expose my hole even more. “Spread it, pig,” he said, and I reached back and spread my hungry butt. “Just like that. I like to see you just totally open and vulnerable. Submissive. Proud of your role as a chemmed-up cumhole.” With that, he dove right into my wide-open butt. I gasped as he buried his face in me, and I could hear him growl and snort as he spit and chewed and tongued my tight hole. I whimpered. Then he pulled me upright, turned my head to the side, and kissed me. “Your hole tastes fuckin’ awesome,” he said to me. “When I’m fucking you, I’ll pull out from time to time and shove my cock down your throat. That way you can taste your hot little boybutt all over my raw dick. Got it?” I nodded, and he kissed me a little more. His mouth was full of the same spit that was dripping out of my fuckhole and down my leg. Then he stood up. “OK, boy,” he said with a grin. “It’s time to head to my place and get you knocked up.” He pulled me to my feet and threw me a warm-up jersey. “Just put that on. No underwear. I want you to be naked as soon as possible once we’re inside my house.” Meanwhile, he threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, zipping it up to cover his hairy chest and abs. His hard cock formed a huge tent in his sweats, pulling the elastic band low enough that I could see his pubic hair. As we drove back to his place, he took out his phone and dialed Coach Strickland. “Hey, bud,” he said. “I’ve got the boy with me. We’ll be there in 10 minutes. You wanna get those hits ready? Oh, and by the way—Lance has something to tell you.” He handed the phone to me. “Tell him, Lance. Tell him what you want tonight.” “Hey,” I said. Strickland replied, “Hey, buddy. You got something to tell me?” I hesitated just for a moment, then plunged right in: “I wanna get fucked. I want your raw dick in my hole. I need it. So bad.” “Woof. That’s fuckin’ hot, boy. You gonna make me pull out?” “Fuck no, Coach. Cum in my butt. Please.” “Holy shit, dude. You’re such a fuckin’ good boy.” Here I paused again. I looked over at Coach Pitt, who gave me a little nod. Then I turned back to the phone and said, very quietly, “And one more thing. I want your poz cum.” A long pause. Then Strickland said: “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you, boy.” Another pause. Then I heard myself say, clearly and confidently, “I said I want you to bareback my hungry hole full of poz cum.” Strickland let out a little whoop. “Fuck yeah, you hot little pig! You wanna get inducted into the brotherhood? Wanna get converted?” “Yes please, Coach.” “Good fucking BOY,” he replied, and whooped again. Coach Pitt motioned for me to hand back the phone. “I told you this boy had potential,” he said to Strickland. “But I had no idea just how much. See you in a few.” When we pulled into the garage and closed the door, Strickland walked out to meet us wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I could see the outline of his giant cock through the mesh fabric. His chest and abs were covered with a thin layer of blond fur. I stared at his dick. “Hey, little buddy,” said Strickland. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick.” I obeyed. Kneeling before this studly fucker, I greedily swallowed the giant head of his dick. He grabbed my hair and began easing more and more of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, dude,” he said. “This fag is a natural cocksucker.” “I know,” said Coach Pitt. “I can’t wait to see how he reacts to a big raw dick in his butt.” With that, Strickland pulled me off his cock and yanked me to my feet. “C’mon inside, boy,” he said. “I’ve prepared a very special surprise for you. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.” I followed him inside, then downstairs to a dark room that smelled like sweat and piss. Sex toys were everywhere. A sling was in the corner. And on a table near the doorway, I saw three syringes laid out in a row. “Get up in the sling,” said Strickland. “Coach Pitt will secure your hands and feet.” I did as I was told. Taking off the warm-up jersey, I climbed into the sling and put my legs into the stirrups. Coach Pitt winked at me as he secured my hands and feet. Then he grabbed a piece of rubber and tied it around my arm. “Listen, boy,” he said. “This is gonna be really intense, but just trust me. Just go with it. Coach Strickland prepared a big slam for you. That means he’s put drugs into a syringe, and we’re gonna inject it right into your bloodstream. You’ll feel an incredibly intense rush, then you’ll just want dick in your hole. Raw dick. Our dicks. And everyone else’s dicks, too.” “We’re filming this, by the way,” said Strickland, pointing to a camera in the corner. “We want to document your initiation. I don’t care if that makes you uncomfortable. Frankly, in just a few minutes, you won’t care either.” I watched as Coach Pitt secured a rubber strap to his own bicep. Then Strickland handed him a syringe and swabbed my arm with an alcohol pad. “Coach Pitt is gonna do his slam at the same time as you,” Strickland said to me. “That way he can talk you through the initial rush. I’ll slam second. And then, little buddy, we’re both gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant.” He removed the orange cap from the syringe, tapping it to remove any air bubbles. He found a good vein and inserted the needle. He looked back at Coach Pitt, who was doing the same. “Just tell me when you’re ready, Pitt,” he said. I watched as Strickland pulled the plunger back from my syringe, and it turned deep red. “I’ve got a register,” said Coach Pitt. “Fuckin’ do it.” And with that, Strickland undid the rubber strap from my bicep and began pushing down on the plunger. I watched the red liquid disappear into my vein, then felt a scratching at the back of my throat. I coughed violently as a rush of blood and chemicals went to my head. My heart began beating in double time. “Hold your arm up, boy,” said Strickland, showing me how to keep a finger over the entry point. I heard Coach Pitt exhale loudly, growl, and say “Fuck yeah” under his breath. Strickland went off to do his own slam, and Coach Pitt approached me, his giant dick bobbing in front of him, rock-hard. He, too, had his arm in the air, and his eyes were full of crazy, devilish intensity. Meanwhile, I was a little panicked. The rush was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t even begin to process what I was feeling. “It’s OK, boy,” said Coach Pitt, gently. “Just go with it. We gave you a REALLY big hit. Does this make you feel any better?” He ran his hands across my chest, tweaking my nips, then slowly moved his fingers down to my stomach. “Or this?” He inserted two fingers in my hole, and my eyes immediately rolled back in my head. Coach Pitt laughed. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “This sweet little fuckhole’s all slammed up, and it’s ready to get fuckin’ pozzed. You want my dick, boy?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, completely blown away by the intense sensation of his fingers in my hole—it was like his fingers were everywhere on my body at once. In fact, my body felt like nothing but a hole. And all I could think was that I needed Coach’s big dick inside me, I needed his sweet fuckin’ seed, I needed his virus, I needed him to mark me, own me, use me, wreck me. “Here you go, pig,” he said, resting the head of his dick against my fuckhole. “Strickland and I are gonna fuck you raw. We’re gonna breed you full of our poz seed. Then we’ll have some buddies come over to work all that cum up inside you, blasting you full of more virus. We’ll do everything we can to get you fuckin’ converted, I promise you.” That’s when he inserted the head of his cock inside my hole. My ass radiated with hunger. My mouth dropped open and my eyes fluttered. Coach Pitt grinned his evil grin. “Want more?” I nodded emphatically. Then I felt him pushing his massive raw shaft inside me, about a half-inch, then pausing, then a half-inch more. “Goddamn,” he said. “I tell ya, Strickland, there’s nothing hotter than fucking a virgin hole that’s just been slammed for the first time. It’s this combination of crazy tightness and insane hunger. His hole is grabbing onto my cock, doing its best to devour it, and his little cunt muscles are trying to catch up. You OK, boy? You want more dick?” By this point, I was grinning stupidly as he slowly impaled me on his raw shaft. I didn’t need to answer. He could see the complete bliss on my face. My wrestling coach, my dream man, was slowly filling my hole with his dick. Surrendering to his cock, feeling him invade me and claim me, I’d found my purpose, or at least part of it. My purpose was to serve and worship men like Coach Pitt, offering my raw hole for them to pound and breed. “I’m not gonna last long,” Coach Pitt said. “This hole is fuckin’ incredible. Boy, you’re gonna get so much cum tonight—you have no idea. How’s that slam feeling?” “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good,” I said, still grinning from the sensation of being filled by this stud’s giant dick. “I didn’t think I would ever get to see your cock, let alone feel it push inside my fuckhole.” With that, Coach pushed the rest of the way into me, his heavy balls resting against my asscrack. I looked up at him, my vision blurred by the waves of pleasure running up and down my entire body. No rubbers, no barriers—just the skin of his fat mushroom head rubbing against the skin of my hungry virgin hole. “You want my cum, don’t you?” he said, starting to thrust his dick into my jockbutt. “I so fucking want it,” I replied. He smiled. “I’m so glad I get to poz you, Lance. I’m so glad I’m the one who gets to flood your virgin hole with my virus. I’m gonna mark you. You’re gonna be mine. You wanna be mine?” “Yes, Coach,” I said. “Make me yours. All yours. Please. Poz me. Infect me. Give me your virus. Work my slammed-up hole with your raw dick until you pump a load deep. Please.” “I like to hear you beg, boy.” I heard his breath grow shallow. His thrusts went a little deeper. He was close to shooting. “I like to hear you beg for my toxic load. I fuckin’ love it. Sweet little jockboy like you with a hungry bubble butt. You want a poz load, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Poz me. Please.” “Here it comes, you little fucker. You little neg bitchboy. I’m about to blast you full of my fuckin’ poison. Fuckin’ A, Lance—sweet hungry tight virgin fuckhole. Fuck! You know what I’m doing right now, you hot little faggot? I’m. Stealing. Your. Fucking. Boyhood. Fuuuuuuck!” With that, he thrust deep, his whole body convulsing as poz cum pulsed out of his raw dick. Then another pulse. Then another. I felt a wetness and warmth began to flood my guts as Coach’s cock unleashed a ******* of infected seed into my defenseless body. Finally, after the eighth or ninth pulse, he came to a stop. His dick was still hard, still lodged in my cumhole. He looked me in the eye, grinned a huge grin, and said with a growl: “Welcome to the fuckin’ brotherhood, baby boy.” MORE SOON…

PART II When I finished up in the shower, I walked back to Coach Pitt’s office, where I found him sitting on the couch, jacking his giant dick to some homemade porn. On the computer screen there was a hot jockboy on his back, legs spread, getting piston-bred by a hung stud top. When the top pulled out, his cock glistened with a thick layer of cum, and a steady stream of seed poured out of the boy’s ripped-up fuckhole. Then I looked a little closer. Wait a second, I thought—I know this boy. “Is that Tom Goldsmith?” I asked Coach Pitt, totally shocked to see someone I knew spreading his sloppy hole for raw cock in a homemade sex tape. Tom Goldsmith was team captain the year before me. He was one year ahead and one weight class heavier. I idolized him. I’d also found myself staring at his giant swinging cock and heavy balls during every single weigh-in. “You got it,” said Coach, placing the image on pause, then turning to me, saying “I filmed this almost exactly a year ago, just after his 18th birthday. He was curious about cock, but didn’t want to get fucked, so for a few weeks, Strickland and I broke him down little by little, plying him with drugs, jacking our dicks while we watched porn together, showing him our homemade videos. He resisted for awhile, but finally he broke, and in the end, he turned into one hot, hungry, twisted fagboy cumdump.” I stared at the frozen image on the screen where I could see Tom stretching his fuckhole as widely as possible, staring intently at the raw cock that was making a beeline for his wide-open cum-soaked cunt. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “Listen, buddy—don’t you worry,” said Coach, motioning for me to sit down next to him. “I know this looks really intense. You don’t need to go this far. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable doing, boy.” As I sat down, Coach’s fingers drifted down to my newly shaven hole. He placed his index finger gently against the entrance to my cunt and massaged it, causing me to let out a guttural moan. My legs spread a little wider. He dug his finger deeper. Then I gasped: “I want to be that kind of boy for you, too.” Coach inserted a second finger into my hole. “Good. I’m glad you want that, Lance,” he said, adding “It just might take some time. A true cumdump surrenders to raw cock, no questions asked. You beg for each dick to plant seed deep inside your body. Tom took 22 loads on the night we filmed this. It’s not a safe way to play.” He reached for the remote, turned up the volume on the monitor, and pressed play. Through the computer speakers I could now hear Tom saying “Yeah,” I heard the jockbottom growl. “Yeah?” replied the top man who was about to shove his raw cock inside Tom’s leaking pussy, “You want this, fag?” Tom spread his hole wider, answering “Yes please, fucker. Please fucking poz me. Shoot your virus into my guts and take my fuckin’ hole to the dark side.” With that, the top shoved in. I was mesmerized. As I stared at the screen, precum streamed out of my rock-hard dick. Coach gathered the fluid with his fingers and worked it into my fuckhole. “You like that, huh?” Coach remarked, pulling me closer to himself as he put the movie back on pause. “You like hearing Tom beg for poz cum?” “Coach, I love it.” “Good boy. I’m so glad to hear that.” I paused for a moment, terrified to say what I was thinking, but somehow I just couldn’t stop myself. Coach encouraged me, asking "What is it? You can tell me anything, Lance." My reply blurted-out: “Can I do that tonight, Coach? Please?” “Do what, Lance?” “Get my hole fucked full of poz cum.” Coach grinned, pulled me into a hug, and kissed me deep while his hands continued to massage and relax my hungry jockbutt. Then he looked deep into my eyes. “Lance, I would so love to see this pretty virgin hole get knocked up with HIV. But are you sure you’re ready?” “It scares the fuck out of me, but yeah, I want it bad.” “Then let’s get you knocked up, boy. Tonight.” “Fuck yeah. Thank you, Coach.” “No, boy—thank you. I’m so proud of you for embracing the poz pig you’re destined to be. But first, I have one more thing to show you.” He hit play again. From the monitor, I heard Coach’s voice—apparently he was the camera operator—saying, “Here, Strickland. Hold the camera. I want to give this boy another load.” The camera jostled, then steadied again. I saw Coach’s muscular chest, defined abs, and giant cock enter the frame. “You want more?” Coach asked the bottom boy, who grinned and nodded, answering “Please, Coach, pump my butt full of another load of your sweet poz cum.” I turned to look at Coach. He was watching me, grinning as he massaged my hole with two fingers. His dark eyes glinted as he nodded approval, and I nodded back. “Yes,” was all I said. Then his smile got bigger. I looked back at the monitor where I saw Coach’s fat dick enter Tom’s sloppy cumhole. Tom groaned. Then I heard Coach say to him: “Fuck yeah, you little pozzed-up slampig.” Meanwhile, Coach worked a third finger into my hole. I looked back into his eyes and he kissed me, deep and rough. “Damn,” he said with a growl, “You are somethin' else, Lance. I can’t wait to pound a poz load deep inside my boy's hungry butt.” “Please, Coach.” “Yeah, boy? Is that what you want?” “Yes. Please make me yours. Poz me up. I want everything you’ve got.” “Absolutely, you fuckin’ jockpig,” he said, pulling me close to him and pressing his dick against my partied-up fuckhole. “Tonight you become all mine.” MORE SOON...