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I was at my hotel room for a bear event in CA. A 21 yr old Latin twink who had been chasing all day got back to me, after a few drinks and a close call with the police. The short story: he was 500 feet away and asked where I was staying. It turned-out he was staying at the same hotel. Not all that surprising, I guess. The next there was a knock at my door. Opening it, I found the twink, 5' 8" 140 pounds, who entered my room, and pushed me up against the wall and ripped off my clothing. Before long he lined-up his uncut meat to my hole. I asked if he wanted a condom, but he pinned me down, (okay, I let him pin me down - I'm a US Marine Sniper 6', 205 pounds of muscle, so I could have stopped him). He made-out, leaving eight hickeys on me chest, shoulders and neck. I asked him to pull out, but his only reply was to shout "Haha," as he pumped wildly. I could feel his precum and ultimately his huge load as he blew in my ass. Looking to confirm what I suspected, I asked if he came. "No, I've gotta run," was his reply. Now he has blocked me on Scruff. Hmmm. Anyhow, I'm dripping boy cum as I type. Woof! I have lots of other stories I can post. True stories from the gang bang when I took 106 loads, to the time when, as a 22 year old bi-Marine I was drugged and raped.

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?

I love sex outdoors but until recently I didn't know of any places to cruise near my house. I was on Squirt one day when I found a cruising spot not 15 minutes from where I live. I figured I had nothing to lose so I slipped on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and headed out. It was around noon and it was a sunny day. I found the place, a small park below a hill, but wasn't too optimistic as it looked to be a family spot. Then I saw the parking lot mentioned on Squirt: four cars were in the lot, one empty, and the other three were occupied by older guys. Again, I wasn't feeling too optimistic. Still I got out of my car and headed along an expanse of lawn. I had no idea where I was going so I headed for a nearby grove of trees. I didn't see anyone in the grove, in fact, there didn't seem to be anyone in it at all, but I noticed a position where I would have a good view of the parking lot, and I figured from that vantage point I could see if anyone was coming. Then I saw another grove of trees on the hill so I headed up there. It was a short walk and not steep at all. Once again, no one was there but me. I did find condom wrappers and a couple of used rubbers though so I knew this must be the spot from Squirt. I was heading back down when I saw a young Latin guy leaning on a tree in the grove bordering the lawn. He had a tight blue tee shirt on and jeans that even from a distance looked hot on him. He noticed me coming down so I turned around and went back up the hill. I leaned against a tree more at the bottom of the hill and soon he came up the trail. He looked to be about 20 and not too tall, probably 5'6" but very toned. He rubbed the front of his jeans as he walked by me. Jackpot! I watched him go to the top of the hill and pulled my cock out of my pants, stroking to get it hard. Once he was at the top of the hill he turned around and flashed me a huge dick. Even from a distance I knew I had to have it. He motioned for me to come to him. My shorts were loose so I had to hold them up to keep them from falling off as I approached him. His cock had to be a full 8" and very thick. We stroked each other for a bit then I stepped out of my shorts which had fallen to the ground, got on my knees and took him in my mouth. His cock was leaking an enormous amount of precum, so I licked it from his slit, enjoying the sweetness on my tongue. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down on him. His cock pushed against the back of my throat as he face fucked me. I pulled his jeans down and cupped his tight ass as he pumped my face faster. I had to have him up my ass. I found a condom in my pocket and lubed my ass with the lube I had brought as he kept face fucking me. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth and then took the condom out of its wrapper and slowly slid it over his monster cock. I turned around with my knees still on my shorts and felt him get behind me and slowly push his cock past my sphincter, delving slowly in to my gut. He was now fucking me faster, driving my hole to ecstasy. I told him I wanted to feel his cum on my hole. "Take the condom off and cum on my hole," I grunted. He pulled out, stripped-off the condom off as I had asked, and slid back in. 'What the fuck,' I thought, 'this guy is barebacking me'. He grunted and pumped faster, then pushed hard and I felt his cock throb against my hole. He wasn't cumming on my hole, he was cumming in my hole. I was so horned up I couldn't tell him to stop. He kept his cock buried deep in my hole as almost the last drop of cum pushed inside me. He pulled out and slapped my ass. He said something in Spanish, then slid a finger in to me. A cum covered finger was soon in my mouth. Eventually he helped me to my feet, even as his jeans were still around his knees. I saw jizz dripping from his cock so I dropped back down and cleaned him up, tasting his salty cum mixed with the taste of my ass. He pulled his pants up and headed back towards the bottom of the hill, leaving me half naked and cum filled. I was pleased I had found the place and was also pleased I hadn't yet cum, as I was hoping someone else would come along.

Happy 4th of July. Had a great experience last weekend with some guys here in Atlanta. This guy called me about an appointment in Atlanta on July 3rd as he was in town to celebrate the 4th of July with some buddies that he rarely sees. They were going out to the strip clubs and then he would be headed back to the hotel by himself and wanted me to come over late and fuck him. Seemed easy enough. I was plenty horny as I had not had any clients in a couple of days and knew he would get his money's worth. I got over to his hotel early before he had gotten back from the clubs and thought that maybe he would not show up, but as I thought that, he showed up in the car of one of his buddies, got dropped off, and went into his room. Not wanting to be late and not knowing this guy's story, I went and knocked on the door and went inside. I was already hard and ready, so after our intros, we started to get undressed and the guy produced a joint to settle us down. No sooner was the joint lit and being shared than there was a knock on his door and his buddy that was driving said that he left his wallet in the car. He went to the door to get it and that's when his friend noticed what we were doing in the room, came in, and stood before us. He was suprised that, I think, that his buddy was :cool:gay, and was just interested enough to check me out as I continued to smoke the joint and my client started to explain. Then his buddy asked if I partied and pulled out a meth pipe. I knew it was about to get interesting as I could see the buldge forming in this guy's jeans. We started passing the pipe around and then my client opened up some Cokes from the minifridge for us to drink. We passed the pipe around and got more comfortable. More Cokes were opened and passed around. The buddy of the client then takes off his pants and I see that he has a huge cock which is pointed at my head. Uninhibited by this time, I pulled my client's head down to my crotch to suck my cock which was already dripping precum. He still had his jeans but the scene was sexy as hell. He engulfed my cock sucking it down while rubbing my balls making me grunt and groan. As I opened my mouth to talk, his buddy plugged my open mouth with his cock, pulled me down on my back on the bed, and started fucking my mouth as I was getting sucked. The scene was absolutely hot. As I was getting fucked down my throat, my client stops sucking my cock and is suddenly on the bed holding my arms down as his friend continues to fuck my mouth. I feel something tight being pulled around my bicep and I jerk up so see that the client is holding a needle in his hand and is about to slam me full of meth. I was so high and so out of it that I just layed back and continued to suck cock feeling the pinch of the needle and a tingling sensation throughout my body. Reaching down to play with my cock, I found that I was no longer hard so I asked the client for a Viagra and drank it down with the rest of the can of Coke. My client started playing with my asshole rubbing around the hole and inside with his finger when I went back to sucking his buddy's cock. I felt as if my ass was on fire after that and started to pant somewhat. I then had the strangest desire to get fucked to make the burning sensation go away, that I started bucking on my client's finger trying to get it deeper and deeper into my hole. My client's finger was then removed and lube was inserted in my hole followed by his buddy's cock trying to enter my ass raw while the client started to deepthroat kiss me. I was so turned on that he slipped all the way inside. My buddy's cellphone started ringing and so the kissing stopped as I listened to him tell the guy on the phone that the escort was ready. After a few minutes the buddy unloaded deep in my ass. Then I noticed that the client had put on a strapon dildo and took his place fucking me with the dildo with his jeans on while I cleaned off his buddy's cock deep down my throat. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and the rest of his buddies came in to use me, the escort who was there for a quick fuck got fucked all night long. I made sure they all had my number when they left and drove out this morning home to let you know all about it...

I absolutely love cum. love how a cock swells before shooting. I move the cock to my lips as it cuts so I get maximum cum on my tongue. love to hold it in my mouth and savor it before swallowing. Huge turn on is a top who starts pissing immediately after cumming. no words, just start pissing to rinse it all down my throat.

3. Really, I had no choice. Not only had I told TJ I would suck the next cock, but there was the fundamental compact of the glory hole I had to remember. I had assumed the position as the cocksucker. It was my job to suck. It was not my job to pick and choose between different men. Each one deserved their blowjob and each one deserved their orgasm. Even a black man deserved it. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and began to lick the cockhead. It was salty with sweat and as I licked, a bit of pre-cum dribbled out. "That's what I expect from you, cocksucker," TJ said, as I took more of the head into my mouth. I didn't want TJ to see me here and to know how easy it was for me to debase myself and lower myself to the point of sucking off a black man. TJ still felt like a special case. Despite, or maybe because of, the color of the stranger's skin, the knowledge he was black helped calm me down as his shaft penetrated my mouth. As the stranger's dick grew and hardened, it was clear he wasn't going to be as big as TJ. But it was still more than enough to be a mouthful. "Do a hit of your poppers," TJ said. "And all the way down." I held the brown bottle under my nose and inhaled deeply. The sweet chemical scent filled my lungs and the warm waves of relaxation swept over my body. My throat opened up in response, and the black man's cock slid into it. Although it was not as thick as TJ's shaft, it was still big enough to press against my windpipe and made it difficult to breathe. I fought back the urge to gag and choke on it. "Don't fight it," TJ said. "So fucking hot to hear you gag on that black dick." He was still stroking his cock, and I felt him twitch each time I made a gagging noise. Even though I wanted to watch TJ, my focus had to remain on the cock in front of me. The stranger wanted release now, and despite my misgivings, I had signed up to be the man to give him that release. I did another quick hit of poppers, which wiped the last of my concerns from my mind. I pressed my lips against the base of the stranger's cock and the entire length of his shaft slid into my mouth and throat. It was cocksucking reduced to its essential features: mouth and dick. The stranger moaned, and the steady drip of pre-cum increased. "Take his load," TJ said. "Just like you said you would." My lips were pressed again the base of the stranger's dick and my throat was massaging his cockhead. From my position, I could tell just how close the black man was to cumming. In a few seconds, I would have no choice but to swallow the load. It would be the penultimate humiliation, to swallow a black man's load. There was only thing worse of course, and that would be to let a black man cum in my ass. The stranger's breathing was getting faster as were the thrusts of his cock. It was also getting harder for me to stay in position. Every fiber of my self was screaming at me not to allow myself this humiliation. It was a choice. I wasn't a perfect Aryan, but I was certainly better than the nigger at the glory hole. It was suddenly too easy to think of him using those charged words. My internal struggle must have exposed itself, because TJ continued speaking, his lips right against my ear. "Don't even dream of pulling off. If you do, you will regret it." He kept on stroking his cock with one hand, but the other one reached down for my balls, and grabbed them. "Make my brotha happy," he said, giving my testicles a squeeze. I tried not to wince; teeth against cock were not a good combination. Even as my balls screamed, I kept on nursing his shaft, coaxing him towards release. I held the bottle of poppers under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm rush rolled over my body, I remembered the first time I had really seen a black man. We were on vacation, and we had gone to a grocery store. A black man was on his knees, scrubbing the floor. I was staring, and when we were just barely out of earshot, my dad turned to me. "That's a nigger, son," he said. "And he's doing what he was meant to do. On his knees, making our world better." Now it was me who was serving the black man. "Keep on sucking him," TJ said, his hand still grasping my balls. "Make him happy." I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to be leaning against a plywood partition in the sleaziest sex club in the city, sucking off an anonymous black guy. I didn't want TJ squeezing my balls, making sure I swallowed the black guy's load. I didn't want the certain knowledge that TJ and I would go back to the room where TJ would fuck me. The poppers were wearing off, and I was suddenly conscious of what I had gotten myself into. It was at the exact same moment of clarity that the stranger reached orgasm. His cock pulsed and a spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. All I could think was that I was eating a black man's cum. A nigger's cum. I started to pull off; I couldn't stand that I was letting myself be so completely lowered by his orgasm and his cum. "No you don't," TJ said, and he squeezed my balls tightly. Pain radiated out from my groin. If I pulled off, the pain was only going to get worse. But, if I let another drop of cum into my body, I was going to be forever marked. Basic self-preservation battled with self-worth long enough for another jet of cum to travel down the stranger's cock. This time it landed in my mouth, spreading across my tongue. His cum was bitter and salty and had the acrid tang I associated with heavy drug users. It was the prompt I needed, and I jerked my head back, pulling off his cock, right as it discharged another volley of jizz. This one landed in my eye. I blinked, but the damage was already done. It would take a while before the burn fully developed, but for the next few days, it would be a reminder of how I had debased myself. There were two more quick spurts, both landing on my face. The hot cum burnt my face, but it was nothing compared to the pain radiating from my balls. As soon as I had pulled off, TJ had squeezed hard. As the cum started to drip down my cheek, the stranger pulled back with an audible grunt of disappointment, and wrapped the towel back around his waist. I reached up to try to wipe the cum from my eye. Only then did TJ release my balls but it was just to slap my hand down. "What the fuck you think you did there?" There was no relief for me. The cum was really starting to burn, and the blood rushing back into my testicles hurt more than TJ's squeeze. I forced my hands back to my side, fighting the urge to wipe off my face. TJ reached down and slapped my balls hard. I gasped, letting a bit of the jizz drip into my mouth. "Let's go back to the room," he said. His voice was flat, unemotional. It would have been better if he were angry. I grabbed my towel, but TJ motioned me to give it to him. "You haven't earned that yet." He slapped my balls one more time, the hardest yet, and I grunt in pain, almost doubled over. He ignores my agony, steps out of the cubicle. "Follow me," he says. I follow, the cum burning my eyes and dripping down my face, my balls throbbing in pain, and my cock a small, soft tina-tool. I tried to remember earlier, walking to the glory hole, almost proud of getting TJ hard. I didn't know what had changed. Maybe it was the difference between knowing what a perfect specimen TJ was and the utter uncertainty of the glory hole or maybe it was the first booty bump starting to wear off. In either case, it was hard for me to meet anyone's eye and it was hard for me to focus on anything but TJ's feet guiding me inexorably to the small room. "Open it," he said. I fumbled with the keys, but opened the door. "Go in. Kneel down like a faggot should." There was no arguing with his commands; I knelt down on the floor. I wondered the last time it had been mopped; there was some grit against my knees. TJ closed the door and sat down in front of me. I looked up just enough to see his legs spread, his impressive manhood erect and thick between them, and his balls hanging down, heavy with cum. I brought my hand up to wipe off my face but TJ stopped me. "Not yet, cocksucker," he said. "Hands behind your back." I did it. TJ picked up the pipe and the lighter. He heated it up and did a slow hit from it. I dared to raise my eyes a few times, but TJ barely acknowledged me. His attention was focused on the pipe, the careful ritual of smoking, and the pleasure it was bringing him. He grunted as he put the pipe down. I looked up and he shook his head, the disappointment obvious. But he did not say anything. He held the hit, and then exhaled it. Without speaking, he picked up the pipe again, and repeated the process. This time, it was even longer and slower. He was filling his lungs with the potent drug. I wanted to be a part of that, to have the mistakes of the day, the mistakes of my life erased in the pleasures of the white clouds. He held the hit for what seemed like hours, before he leaned in and exhaled the hit directly into my face. The thick cloud only further exacerbated the burn in my eyes. "What did you do back there, faggot? At the glory hole?" TJ asked me. "I'm sorry," I started to say. "Sir," I added, remembering at the last minute what he had told me about how to show him the respect he wanted. I started to continue. I needed to justify my actions, somehow. "I couldn't take the nigg..." I stopped myself. The word had come out so naturally, but I immediately knew it was a mistake. It was a bad mistake. I forced myself to look up at TJ. I needed to know just how bad it was. He was smiling. It was not a pleasant smile. It was an evil smile. Then, suddenly, I was looking away from him. It took a second for the sensations to catch up: TJ had slapped me on the side of the face. He had slapped me hard; there were stars in my eyes, a ringing in my ear and my cheek was burning. "What did you just say?" he asked me. "The black guy's" I was suddenly looking the other direction. He had slapped me again. This time the slap was harder. "No. You need to say what you said. Not what you wanted to say or you wished you said. "Nigger's cum." As soon as I had said it, I was back to looking left. The third slap was the hardest of them all. I had always known what I had said was wrong. But, as the stinging on my face slowly cooled off, I had a deeper understanding of how wrong it was. The slaps were not just corrective. I could feel just how angry TJ was. How angry that I had used that word. That I had dared to not swallow the black man's cum. "Better. Now. Wipe off your face." I ran a finger over my cheek, scooping up a few drops of sperm. "Eat it. Like you should have done back at the glory hole." I licked it off my fingers. It was just as acrid and bitter as when I had first tasted it. Even so, I wanted to taste more of it. It was the taste of a man, a tiny part of him that he had blessed me with. "All of it," TJ continued. I scooped up more of the cum from my face, licking my fingers greedily. I couldn't get enough of the bitter fluid. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" TJ asked. I nodded, even though I knew he didn't care about my answer. "Must be like heaven for you." I nod again. "You want another hit?" TJ asked me. I nodded. The tectonic plates of my life had been slowly shifting over the past few months. The three slaps to the face TJ had just given me had been the push for them to finally give way. The pieces were still scattered, and I needed something to help with the awful task of re-assembling it all. "Please sir." "I figured as much," TJ said. He found the bag of crystal and opened it. He carefully extracted a large shard. It was larger than I wanted and definitely larger than I needed. "There is an easy way." He smiled again. The same smile he had a few seconds ago when I had first said the n-word. "And a hard way. Which do you want?" I swallowed. "The easy way," I said. "Which one do you deserve?" he asked. It was the harder question. I was scared of what the hard way was; my imagination was running wild with possibilities. I also knew that nothing I had done meant I deserved the easy way. I had fucked up too many times already. "The hard way. Sir." If he allowed me the easy way, it would be a gift from a god. And the god would be a cruel and dark god. It would be a god like TJ. "Good faggot," he said. "Learning what you are. What you are entitled to." He laughed. "Now, stand up and turn around." I stood up and turned around. There was a large mirror on the wall, but it was positioned so that my image was blocking my view of TJ. All I could see was his legs and his hard cock, pointing straight up. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, raising my ass up in the air, and exposing it to him. "Nice. Now, spread your legs," he said. I did as he told me, shuffling my bare feet against the floor. From previous trips here, I knew the floor was only just barely cleaned between customers, and my feet were getting dirty from the accumulated sweat, lube, cum, and other things still on the floor. I forced myself to keep my balance, as my balls and holes were exposed to the air. It was a uniquely vulnerable position, and it was only a matter of time before TJ took advantage of my undefended parts. I closed my eyes for second, right as TJ chose to attack. There a quick brush of his against my thigh, then a throbbing aching pain radiating from my balls. I stumbled, trying to keep my balance in the face of the agonizing bolts of pain still shooting out. "Don't fall down, faggot," TJ said, laughing at my efforts to stay composed. "And next time, you better stay still." I braced myself, waiting for another flick of his fingers against my balls, but instead, he pressed a thick finger up against my hole. At least he had licked his finger; the thin layer of spit was all the lube I was going to get right now. He pushed it in and started to stretch me open. Eventually, it would be his cock up there and I cherished the opportunity get opened up slowly. He pulled his finger out, leaving me empty. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his finger back in me. I needed something in me: a finger, a toy, a dick, something. The tina was hitting me hard, and the last of my inhibitions were falling away. I was wagging my ass at him, all but begging him to fuck me. "Please, I need more." As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Before I could react, he slapped my balls. The pain was exquisitely perfect and I forced myself not to move at all. "That's the submissive faggot I've been needing. Good cocksucker," he said. He slapped my balls again, not quite as hard as before. But my balls were already sensitized and the white-hot ache filled my world. I gasped, trying to stay in the room with TJ. "Stay with me, TJ said. He was gently rubbing his fingers against my nutsack. Under normal circumstances, it would have felt amazing. But my balls were still recovering from the two rounds of TJ's abuse, and each finger stroke was another volley of pain. "Stay with me," he repeated, more insistently. It would have been far too easy to disassociate myself from the scene at hand, but TJ would have able to tell. From the tone of his voice, it was obvious that the repercussions for that escape would be far worse than the simple agony I would otherwise endure. "Such a good faggot," he said. His finger strokes were now light taps, reminding me just how vulnerable I was. But I didn't care. The tina was blasting through my veins now, and concepts formerly off-limits were now fair game. I wanted to give up my ass to TJ, to let that hard ebony shaft impale me. No, better, I wanted that fat nigger dick in my white hole. Against everything I had believed in, this was the ultimate in perversion. A fine what man, giving up his holes to a black man. "You need a reward, I think," TJ muttered. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his nigger cock in me and I didn't care that it was at least twice the width of anything I had yet taken today. But, at least for now, TJ was looking out for me. His fingers returned to my anus. He pressed them against my hole, and forced the sharp shard of tina we had selected earlier into me. It burnt and cut when TJ thrust his finger into me, and pushed the potent shard into me. "Just give that a minute to melt, and we will be flying together, faggot!" He laughed. "You ever make a guy wear a rubber? Or are you a total bareback slut?" "Bareback slut," I said. "No condoms." "But only white guys?" "Yeah," I said. I knew there was no way this was going to end well for me. But there was no way that lying would end any better. "At least so far." "Well. Tonight's gonna be your lucky night. Time for you to get a black cock up that racist white ass of yours." TJ pulled his finger almost all the way out, then shoved it roughly back in. I grunted as his fingers scraped against my vulnerable flesh. " And a brown cock," he continued. He pulled his finger back out and added a second one to the assault. "And a red cock. An entire fucking United Nations of cocks. It's gonna be fun." He laughed. It was clear the one thing it was not going to be for me was fun. With his two fingers still deep in my hole, he reached over, grabbed the door, and opened it. It swung open easily, exposing me bent over, naked, two black fingers buried in my white ass to anyone who would happen to walk by. "Ever had a rainbow of cum drip down your thigh?" TJ asked. It was more than loud enough for anyone to hear, but luckily, there was no one in the hallway. "No," I said. "Well, tonight's gonna be your lucky night, faggot," TJ said. He continued to finger fuck me. Despite the roughness of his thrusts, I still pulled my ass cheeks apart as far as I could. At the deepest points in his shoves, he pushed the shard further into me. It was slowly melting and getting absorbed by my body. Like his finger-fuck, I had no choice but to accept it, utterly powerless against the certain consequences. In fact, it made me spread my ass even further, eager for his fingers, for anything, to penetrate me. TJ noticed. "Hell yeah," he said. "Let me in." "Fuck me," I moaned. I needed more than just his black fingers inside me. As twisted as it sounded to me, I needed his cock inside me. Yeah, he was a black guy. But in the perverted logic of the tina high, it seemed almost appropriate. It seemed like the right thing to do, to let him inside me. "Please," I grunted, as TJ shoved his fingers back into me. "Not yet, faggot. When it's time." He pulled out and shoved them back into me. "And we'll both know when it's time for me to fuck you." This thrust was harder than before, and I stumbled a bit. As I recovered, I glanced towards the now open door. There was a guy standing there; in the dim light it was hard to tell anything about him. "Mind if I take a try at fucking him?" the stranger asked, stepping into the room. Once in the room, the light was marginally better, and I could see he had the olive skin of an Italian or Greek, with a slim, muscular body. His muscular pecs and washboard abs were covered by a layer of dark hair, thick enough to make it obvious he trimmed. But, the towel wrapped around his waist hid his most important asset. "Be my guest," TJ said. The stranger extracted a condom from his towel. "You don't need that," TJ said. "Good. I was going to find an excuse to take it off anyway." He tossed the packet on the bed. "That what I think it is?" he asked. "Yeah," TJ said. "Want a hit?" "Hell yeah," the stranger said. In the mirror, I watched TJ hand the stranger the pipe and torch. The stranger gently kicked the door closed before heating the pipe, and it was not long before a tendril of smoke emerged from the bowl. He took his time, doing several hits before finally pulling the torch away and exhaling one last large cloud. "He need one?" he asked TJ. "Nah. He just did a booty bump." The stranger handed the pipe back to TJ. "Good," the guy said. "He'll need it. I fuck hard when I'm tweaked." "That's good," TJ said. "Mark needs a hard fucking. Don't you?" he asked me. It was hard for me to follow the conversation; the drugs were flowing through my veins and my hole was burning. I couldn't tell if the burn was from the crystal still dissolving in me or my need to finally get fucked. I had sucked a lot of dick, but no one had yet fucked me. "Yeah," I finally said. I pulled my ass cheeks back apart, hoping that the stranger would take the hint. "See?" TJ said. "All yours." "Yeah," the stranger said. He undid the sloppy knot on his towel and tossed it onto the bed. It revealed a thick, uncut cock, hanging down between his muscular legs. His cock was only a little smaller than TJ's, but against his short gymnast body, it seemed absolutely massive. I hoped that I would be able to take it, since defeat here would bode poorly for my ability to accommodate TJ's tool. "He lubed up?" "Nah," TJ said. "If he's gonna take that thing, he'll need a bit." Luckily, I had pulled a bottle out of my bag when we first got into the room, and TJ tossed it to the stranger. He poured what felt like only a few drops on my hole; it was hardly enough to prepare me for his dick. In the mirror, I saw him pour a lot more on his dick and start to stroke it. "Nice," TJ commented, as the stranger's cock stiffened, lengthened and hardened. "Been fucked yet tonight?" he asked. His cock was now sticking straight out in front of him, hard and erect. Like a deadly snake, it glistened from the coating of lube. I knew it was not enough, but in the moment, it was hard for me to come up with the words to ask for more. "Not yet," TJ said. He continued, able to say the words I was struggling with. "You should pour a bit more lube on his hole. He's just starting out and we don't want him out too early in the night." "Right on," the stranger said. He poured some more of the cool liquid on my hole, and stuffed a finger into me. "Fuck," he said, as I felt his finger brush up against the last of the shard. "Tina's not even fully melted. He's gonna be flying." Something about his tone made my cock shrink, even more than the tina had already done. I was already pretty damn high, and any more would leave me a tweaked-out mess. I had only been this high once before. It was right as I was first exploring my sexuality. The drugs lifted so many inhibitions, and it was not long before I was taking cock after cock. Tonight was already starting out similarly, only so far, it had been all black and Latino cocks that I had taken. "Yeah," TJ said. "That's the entire point. Get him totally fucked up. Now, you need to get him fucked." The stranger didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, leaving me gaping and hungry. He immediately replaced them with the very tip of cock. I gasped, but the stranger ignored me and pressed his shaft on in. The little bit of finger-fucking I had gotten from TJ and the stranger was hardly enough, and the pain radiated out of from my anus. I bit down, but it provided hardly any relief. "Just relax. You're gonna take it all, don't worry about it," the stranger said.

Happened last night at a small shopping center at a metro station. I drank too much passion tea, and I had to take a piss badly. I hopped off the train and headed to the bathroom on the upper floors (hint it's in Virginia). While taking a piss, I noticed a young 20 something, skinny, toned black guy standing at the urinal next to mine. He was there when I walked in, and realized he wasn't urinating. Curiosity got the best of me, and I tried to discreetly look at his crotch as I walked past after I was done. Guess I was too obvious as I did 3 passes. He turned to face me, grabbed my attention ... and I simply stared at his dick. Mmm a nice thick 7". He saw me literally drooling and says, "What you waiting for? You need to suck it." Yeah, I did! Without thinking I got on my knees and started suckling his dick, deep. College guys are my favorite lately ... he was obviously sweating from the absurd Northern Virginia heat. I love the taste of sweat and a guy. I sucked him for only a few minutes when he pulled me up and said to follow him. We went into a stall, where he had me sit on the toilet facing him, then rim him. Dunno why, I used to hate rimming but now I love it and I need to do it to get horny enough to fuck. After a few minutes of rimming his tasty ass, he had me stand up, turn around, and drop my shorts. He rimmed my ass for a few minutes, then I felt his dick start to slide in. No talk of condoms or status ... grabbed my hips tightly (as if I was going to stop him), and once about halfway in covers my mouth with his right hand and slams the rest in. How do guys know I like that? Anyway, my ass naturally gets wet, so with that and his spit no issues. I was afraid someone would walk in and hear ... he wasn't gentle. He only fucked me for about 5 minutes before ramming in all the way, biting my neck, and flooding my hole with a nice thick load. Not sure what he meant, but said, "Better enjoy my load" slapped my ass and ordered me to suck him clean. Damn hot. Says he is a regular for quick, random fucks. I'll definitely be back.

Last week cruised a hot latino who was hanging out on the street outside of my building on my way home from work. When I got him in my apartment I realized he was wasted, so he was happy to get naked in my bed and let me work on his dick. I moved up to get ready to line him up with my hole, and he freaked out and insisted on a condom. Damn it! We fucked a couple of times with a condom, but he kept not wanting to cum, so we alternated blow jobs and fucking until three hours later he left. I was pretty sexually aggravated, so the next day after work I texted an older Jewish guy who had promised to load me next change I got. He invited me over, so I ran down to his place and spent an hour making out, 69ing, and getting rimmed before he got his thick dick in me. He told me he wanted to seed me, so I started dirty talking and begging him to breed and cum deep inside his newly owned ass. He came in less than five minutes hearing me beg. I was still hard when I left him because I was making mental plans for my walk home since he lives right next to a cruising area I rarely stop in. I am definitely stopping by more often. It was about 7pm and was still pretty light, and there were only a few people in the park enjoying the weather. As soon as I got near the entrance of a cruisey trail, an older, very dark skinned black guy appeared and stared me down. I smiled at him and he followed me with his eyes as I walked down the path. I waited for him to catch up, and he whispered to follow him. We passed another beautiful hunk of a black man - light skin, short-trimmed facial hair, chiseled features, amazing gym-sculpted body - and I made a mental note to come back for him. The first guy led me to a semi-secluded spot and whipped out an uncut dick quickly hardening. I got my mouth on it, and a few seconds later the second black guy came to watch. I'm used to being a little more hidden, but he was so hot and I was determined to suck him next, so I just kept on sucking. After about five minutes the first guy whispered something and started cumming in my mouth. He pulled out, cleaned up, and walked away without another word. The second guy was standing next to the first when he came, so I was salivating at the thought of seeing this guy's dick. He waited a few minutes for the first guy to leave and seemed to be watching for anyone else. I started to get nervous that he was going to bolt. Suddenly he turned to me, unzipped his fly, and asked, "Are you going to suck this big black dick, bitch?" as whipped out a thick, probably seven inch cut dick with the biggest cock head I have ever seen. He was hard as a rock and I latched out and never let go. My hand went to his balls, and he had been sweating out in the heat - he smelled glorious! He kept talking to me while I sucked - "Do you like that black dick? When I saw you walk by I knew I wanted you to suck this dick. Did you swallow that other guy? Did he cum in your mouth? Can I get your number so you can suck this dick anytime and I can stop coming to this stupid park?" He pulled out of my mouth a few times because he was getting close and told me he was enjoying this too much to cum yet. I kept looking to make sure no one else would stumble upon us, but he told me to stop and just pay attention to my dick. Of course he didn't care when a 30yo white guy walked by and got a great view of me swallowing his dick, but I was pretty nervous about it. A few minutes later the guy walked by again, but something about the situation clicked in my head and I winked at him while he watched us. With a load in my hole and a load in my stomach, sucking this god of a man in the middle of a park in the city being watched by others, I felt pretty good about life. Finally he told me he was going to shoot, and he filled my mouth with some powerful spurts of cum that hit the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop. As he cleaned himself off, he said I was better than his boyfriend. Said my goodbyes and headed home.

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]

The pig will out -part 3 Shortly after this, I got a job in London, which meant I didn't have much time for play, but I was hooked: I needed to be bred, almost as if my body was in heat and was desperate to be impregnated. I met a guy in a bar and he told me about a gay cinema not far from where I was working. He said it in a disparaging way - "full of old trolls, got to be desperate to go there as I bet you'd catch something" - without realising that was like a honeypot to a fly, and I found myself obsessing on the prospects of checking the place out, so I bunked off work, telling them I had the 'flu (!) and headed over there. It was a small, nondescript door in a row of shops and at first I thought he had been kidding me, but the door opened when I buzzed, and I found myself in a small reception area with a bored looking guy at a desk with hard core gay porn playing on some monitors behind him. I gave him the entrance money and he indicated a bank of lockers on one wall. "you're welcome to leave your stuff." He leered at me and looked me up and down. "I think you're gonna have a good time. The dirty fuckers down there like fresh meat." I felt my cock swell when he said that and my chest tightened with excitement. He indicated some stairs leading down to a basement. Taking a deep breath, I descended into depravity. At the bottom, it was gloomy and smelled of piss, sweat and spunk like it hadn't been cleaned in years. There was a short corridor with a cinema on the left with about 20 seats, filled with rough looking guys, mostly middle aged, watching a trannie on the screen getting fucked bareback. On the other side was a similar sized room with a screen showing twinks sucking each other in a field, but at the back of the room, behind the last row of seats was a low wall above which I could see the heads of three guys obviously standing to watch the movie. Intrigued, I went up the shallow steps to the back and round the wall, where my heart skipped a beat. The three of them were standing against the wall, trousers and underwear around their ankles, presenting their pale, bare backsides to the narrow space behind them in which was a door way to the corridor. They were all middle aged or older, silver hair glinting in the light from the screen. They looked eagerly at me and I could see lube glistening between the flaccid buttocks of the guy nearest me. At that moment, the door opened and a small, middle-eastern guy with a pock-marked face squeezed into the space behind the row of waiting holes. He opened his jeans and levered out a long, thick cock which hardened in his boney fingers. He grinned at me and chose his victim, a short, tubby guy who looked like a nice old grandad, and began to fuck him. The old guy barely moved or reacted, other than to grunt a little as the cock in his arse began to thrust harder, his eyes still fixed on the screen. The middle-eastern guy suddenly gave a snort of pleasure and thrust tightly into the old man as he emptied his spunk into him. After a few moments, he withdrew his glistening cock, slipped it back into his jeans and was gone. My eyes had adjusted to the gloom, and I gasped as I saw little puddles of spunk on the floor beneath each man's naked buttocks. My body shook with the realisation that they were there to be impregnated by any cock that needed them, like bitches in heat. By now, the little cinema room had filled with guys who had obviously noticed the newbie in their midst and and I knew what I was going to do.....

Off camera: This is a story based on truth and some fiction. It contains drug use, bareback sex, group sex, rape, and more. if you don't believe the premise of this story, check out any gangbang video by Devil's own, or similar companies. Damn was I excited. Here I was in LA, finally far away from Aurora, CO and my nagging bitch of a girlfriend, about to walk in to the studio where I’d be getting paid some serious cash, just to fuck a bunch of hot pussy on camera. I’d come a long way from where I was a year ago. Back then, I was living with my girlfriend, working construction, drinking myself to sleep every night, and begging for something more fun to come along. It was around that time I got into crystal, and pretty soon I was working five days a week so I could spend the weekends smoking and finding tail. My girl didn’t seem to mind, since she was also smoking my shit, and fucking a bunch of dudes on the side. Since it never occurred to me to break it off with her or make her get a job and pay for her half, the cash was quickly not enough, consequently I spent less and less money on booze and food, and more on crystal. It wasn’t all bad, I even managed to work off the beer belly I’d had since college, which is what helped me get noticed. One night, my girl and I were at my supplier’s apartment, smoking away my paycheck, when we ran out of dough before the midnight had arrived. Desperate, my girlfriend offered to let the dude fuck her, if he’d keep our party going. I was immediately worried, not because she was trading her sloppy pussy for more stuff, but because I had nothing to offer to keep me involved. Luckily, he was a stand-up guy, and said he’d be down to join us both. I figured he was just being kind, since we both knew she couldn’t care less if I was bothered by her cheating on me, and had no idea it might be for another reason. So off came the clothes and for the next seven hours, he and I fucked my girlfriend senseless, only stopping for bathroom breaks and energy drinks. We even let a few other dudes who stopped by to buy join in on the fun. At some point, he whipped out his phone and started snapping pictures, which we had fun viewing once she was passed out. “You know man, you are a fucking machine when you party,” he said as we smoked another bowl, while she snored behind us. “You ever consider doing porn?” I laughed him off, but he wasn’t going to drop it. “I know a guy who owns a porn company in LA, great dude.” He continued as we watched a slide show of our threesome covering most of the Kama Sutra. “He is always looking for dudes who can fuck for hours. I did a film for him last year, got a free trip to LA, all the partying I could handle, two days of pounding pussy, and $700 out of it.” “Fuck me man!” I coughed as I blew some smoke and got a semi at the thought of it. “Seven hundred dollars and a free trip to LA, just for a porno? Sounds too good to be true.” “You should do it man. Good money, hot pussy, free vacation, quality drugs. You got all the assets.” He wasn’t wrong. At 24 years old I was 6’1” tall, weighed about 180lbs, still had a nice four-pack, hefty hairy pecs, nice biceps, a butt that keeps girls heads turning, and a nice seven-inch dick, thicker than a big banana, and two huge balls that shoot cum over my head when they’re primed. Top it off with a nice smile, green eyes, light brown wavy hair, and permanent five o’clock shadow, and I have no trouble getting laid. “I dunno dude. I’d feel weird doing that stuff, or even applying for it, but I sure could use the cash…and maybe some time away from Liz.” We laughed, as I continued to notice how I seemed featured in every camera shot, with almost no view of the other two. “Tell you what bro, I’ll send him some of these pics of you fucking Liz, see if he can’t use you too.” I knodded that it was okay, and began to wonder if I could find the porn he’d done some how, as he loaded another bowl. That was almost two months ago. After some blood tests and a skype interview, I requested a few days off from work, and was on my way to LA for my first porno. I was surprised that my supplier said the producer supplier the party favors, but he insisted it was true, and that they’d also supply some Viagra and anything else I’d need. I wondered what the hell else I could possibly need besides tina, Viagra and tons of sex, but I didn’t push it. Once I arrived, I made my way to the hotel, with strict instructions not to get drunk or stoned or have sex before the next morning. So once again, here I was, walking through the doors of the studio, which looked like little more than a warehouse from outside, and into my dream come true. I didn’t even have time to set down my duffle bag when I was grabbed by the Producer and swept behind a curtain, where the warehouse transformed into a brightly lit penthouse living room. The camera man and lighting guy were checking light levels on a big-breasted brunette, while four naked, pretty well-hung dudes stood around here, passing a pipe and laughing about something. Another curtain swung aside and some mirrors, hanging racks and make-up kits told me we were in the dressing room. “Okay, we’re ahead of schedule so no time for formalities. Go ahead and strip naked, and here,” he said as he thrust a sack of goodies, a little blue pill, and some lube into my hand, and began to walk back to set, still talking “Take these. Lube up your ass and cock and get it hard before you come out on set, or let me know if you need a fluffer. Do you want to smoke or shoot?” “I only smoke-” I was going to shout after him why I should lube my ass, when a make-up guy, about 20 years old and flaming as could be, appeared with a pipe, torch, and began applying powder to my face and chest as I slipped off my shirt. “Here you go stud. I’m Danny, your make-up slash hair slash pipe supplier. Sorry about Paulie, he is super crazed.” I watched his mouth curl into a smirk as I stripped off my pants and tighty-whiteys and began lubing my cock while he continued to powder me from head to toe, balls and all. I took that moment of awkward discomfort as a sign and began puffing heavily on the bowl, before doubling my efforts on my cock and going from spaghetti to steel in ten seconds flat. “It’s okay, if he is as tweaked as everyone el-” “Oh no, the crew doesn’t do any of this shit. Paulie just gets nervous on days where he’s shooting gangbangs. Four on one is always hard to shoot while avoiding the ass play and drugs and shit. Speaking of which, don’t you want to lube up your ass?” he asked, applying some weird goop to my hair, which his brush and hands transformed into a style while I jerked and smoked. “Uh. No, why would I?” I said, my hole twitching. “Well you did use the enema like Paulie asked before you got here this morning right?” His hands and powder brush moved away from my butt. “Yeah, two actually, but still, why would I want lube back there now?” “Oh, well most of the dudes on these sets have been doing porn for years, and quickly discover the only way to make ends meet is do gay-for-pay. Once you get used to having an 8 inch cock in your ass every time you blow your load, it gets hard to shoot without one. But if you can get up and off with no dick or dildo in your hole, good for you, I guess. Well, you’re all done, head on out there. Too bad you aren’t soft, since I’m the fluffer.” He laughed and pushed me out on to the set. The camera men were now adjusting some equipment, while the woman I was about to tag-team sat off to the side, shooting up between her toes and chatting with someone on her phone. I wondered over towards the couch I assumed I’d be spending the rest of the day on, where the four other guys sat, still naked. Two were shooting between their toes as well, while one was smoking the pipe. The remaining guy was stroking an impressive cock, which had to be nine inches long, turned to me and smiled. “Hey, you must be Peter. I’m Brent, but my stage name is Dick Biggins.” This got a laugh from the other guys, while he took a huge hit off the pipe they were sharing. “Just shittin’ ya man. The guys in these movies just get a first name, and you won’t be saying my name anyway. Here, try a hit of this shit man, it’s better than the stuff they give you when you first get here, in case you can’t handle it.” “Thanks man.” I took a hit and could immediately tell the difference. This stuff was smoother, stronger, and made my balls tingle. “Aw come on man, that was weak, take a real hit.” He took the pipe from me, lit the torch again, and held it there, encouraging me to keep going until I couldn’t take anymore. “That’s better. You point?” “Sorry?” The guys laughed again, but he shot them a dirty look, and picked up a needle. “I guess not, pointing is shooting up. Good for you man,” he took the needle, already filled with some slightly cloudy fluid, and shot it into a vein in his foot. “Paulie tells us this is your first film, that true?” “Yeah, first time in LA too, figured I’d be spending more time chatting with the girl I’d be fucking than the guys joining in on her.” This got a laugh again. “Yeah. That’s Karen, she’s a fucking cunt. Only cares about getting high and getting her paycheck. She’s money on screen, but don’t expect her to talk to you before or after. How about I give you a quick run down of how it’s gonna work today Pete?” He shoved the pipe back to my mouth and lit it again, while introducing the rest of the guys there. First, Steve was sitting on the arm of the chair, which is why I didn’t notice he had a big dildo in his ass until he stood up to shake my hand. He is a few inches taller than me, a little heavier, with a slight gut, blonde hair, blue eyes, nice smile, huge biceps and pecs, and a thick eight inch cut cock with average balls. Next, Tommy stood to greet me, which reveal a small butt plug, as well as his slightly smaller stature, around 5’10” probably, brown hair, brown eyes, hairy chest, beard, six pack, and a seven and one-half inch uncut cock, and eerily hairless balls. Craig, who seemed to be the only one not working his asshole, is around my height, with green eyes but bald from head to toe, and built like a body-builder, including his seven inch cut cock, which was as thick as his wrist. Brent himself was about an inch shorter than I am, with black hair on his head and treasure trail, blue eyes, and a rippled swimmer’s body. The only thing that kept my dick from mistaking his bubble butt for a girl’s, was the massive dick and balls swinging down between his legs. Once the guys had been introduced, Brent explained how the filming would work. We’d begin by putting on running shorts and tee-shirts and would “arrive” at Karen’s apartment to help her move, discovering her naked on the couch. After an hour of filming her sucking us off and each of us eating her out, we’d strip off our clothes and take turns in the positions posted on the boards that could be seen behind the camera, based on whichever one Paulie pointed too. Each of us was expected to shoot one cum load on Karen’s asshole or pussy during the shoot at our assigned times, and one on her face and breasts at the end. He figured the shoot would take about three or four hours, and once it was done, we’d get the rest of the day to recuperate before coming back tomorrow and doing it again to another girl naked Cari, who was also “a cunt.” Finally, he explained that Paulie’s assistants would help us make sure that we never had to stop shooting while we smoked and used the off-camera stimulation. “What do you mean?” I took my millionth huge hit off the pipe while he worked a crystal up his ass (a booty bump just like my girlfriend had done and even gotten me to try a few times). “Well, the couch is fitted with secret spaces and “cock-cubbies” which allow the assistants to work toys and cocks into our holes if we need it to get hard, but usually one guy will be off screen getting fluffed, or fucked or using a dong too.” My jaw dropped as he offered me a crystal for my hole. The thought that each of these guys was gonna get fucked made my dick soft and my stomach churn. Sure, they’d all been doing shit before with dildos and dongs and plugs, and Danny told me they’d done gay-for-pay shit and got used to dick in their holes to get them hard, but I never thought they’d be doing it in front of me. “Aw nasty man, I’m not into that gay shit. I don’t care if you guys do it, but does it have to go on while I’m here.” I was really worried that the sight of gay sex in front of me would kill my hard-on while filming, and possibly make me ill. “'Fraid so bro. Besides, it’s not really ‘gay shit.’ It’s just needed stimulation by a real dick, Steve’s dick in fact. Why do you think there are five guys for a four on one scene?” It hadn’t occurred to me that there was an extra guy, but I snapped my head around, just in time to see Steve sliding balls deep into Craig’s chisled ass. Horrified, I looked at Craig, who seemed to be loving it, and shot my glance around to the rest of the actors and crew, none of whom seemed to care less. The weird thing was the tingling that had been in my balls was now in my tight, virgin asshole, and my hard on was gone, just in time for Paulie to call places. “Fuck, this is what I was afraid of! My cock won’t get hard now.” Danny appeared as they began filming Karen’s intro scene, and tried fluffing me while we all got dressed, but after fifteen minutes and still no joy, I was afraid I was about to lose my job when Brent finally convinced me to let him try something. He pulled me back into the dressing area, and lubed up my cock again, while also lubing up his other hand. “I’m gonna give you a booty bump, you ever had one?” I nodded. “Good. Usually for a newbie I’d dissolve it in water and shoot it up there with a syringe, but since time is short, I am going to give you a big rock and I am going to push it in deep using this,” he held up a rubber cock, black in color, around six inches long. “and before you freak out, I promise I’m gonna loosen you up a little with my fingers first, but I need you to trust me and bend over, spread your cheeks, and push out like you’re taking a dump, cause in about five minutes Paulie’s gonna want you to be hard and ready. It will burn when I put the rock in and the first few seconds the dildo is in, but once you’ve relaxed and it begins to melt and absorb, you’ll be good as new, cool?” I nodded again and bent over a make up stool in front of me. With my shaking hands, I spread my cheeks, jumping a little when I felt the cool lube hitting my crack and sliding slowly down across my button. I jumped when his finger pushed at it and worked the lube in a little, but tried to relax and push out like he asked. One finger, then two, worked their way inside me before I heard the shake of the baggie and figured he was pouring a rock out. Sure enough, I felt his finger slide back in, this time burning like crazy. I bit my lip as his fingers pushed it in. His fingers slid out so fast I almost thought he’d changed his mind, when suddenly the dildo shot in, all the way, all at once. I almost screamed, but his hand covered my mouth just in time. My hole was begging for him to take it out, but my desire to get paid was telling it to shut up. Plus, some part of me wanted to show Brent I could do this. That if he could take a read dick, then I could handle a little rubber one. “Good job Pete, you’re doing good,” he uncovered my mouth and slid his hand down my chest to my cock, and began to work some life back into it. “How’s it feel?” “It feels…good, actually.” I wanted to say it hurts, but suddenly it did feel good. My ass went from burning to glowing with heat, and only got better as he began to pump the dildo in and out in time with his strokes on my cock. “That’s the plan. In a minute or two the rock will dissolve then it will feel amazing! In the mean time, do me a favor and get mine hard too will ya?” I looked down and saw his cock, semi-hard, pulled out over the waist band of his shorts. Without a second thought I reached down and began stroking it too. “How about wetting it for me?” The lube didn’t even occur to me as I spit into my hand and returned it to his dick, watching as the balls tightened up in their sack, before it reached full mast. About that same time, my mind began to swim, and I leaned back against Brent, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. “Just kicked in huh? That’s good, it’s doing its job, we’re both hard, and you seem about ready to do anything.” I opened my eyes when he said that, just in time to see him lean in and kiss me. Nowhere in my thoughts did it seem disgusting or wrong. Instead, I lifted the hand not stroking his cock, and used it to pull his face closer to mine. I whimpered into his mouth as he pulled the dildo from my hole, but quickly got the idea as he slid in behind me, pulled out of the kiss and lined his dick up with tender hole. I wanted to protest, but he shushed me. With one hand stroking me, and the other guiding his cock, he pushed forward until his gigantic cock head pierced my insides and slowly inched half way to the balls before stopping. I leaned forward and slammed my eyes shut, trying to block it out, but his insisting hips got another few inches in before Steve appeared through the curtain and told us it was time. “Damn, I wanted to lose a load up there before we went out. Promise me you won’t let Steve inside you today before I get to shoot one off okay? I did the prep, I want the cherry, got it?” I nodded and mumbled something while we pulled on our shorts and shirts and made our way to the set. For the next hour Tommy, Craig, Brent and I pounded our dicks into Karen’s willing mouth, calling her dirty, disgusting names and slapping her spit covered double-d’s with our cocks and balls. Every few minutes, one of us would slip out of shot as the camera guy would move in for a close up, and the missing guy would take a hit or two and work a plug or dildo or beads inside his hole while Danny or Steve sucked his cock. A few times they would end up bent over a stool or lighting stand, as Steve worked his cock inside them for a minute, which got me hard as a rock. When I got some time off camera, I felt too shy to use any of the big toys, but Steve made sure to offer his dick. One look at Brent’s cock titty fucking Karen and I told him no thanks. What really surprised me was what happened with guys on screen. During filming, the guys were fingering each other, or shoving toys in each others' holes. Kissing and sucking each other just out of the shot, or doing it with Steve or Danny. Paulie would even reach in behind the camera and use his fingers on a willing ass or eat a butt hole of whoever was eating out Karen. I almost jumped out of my skin when it was my turn to eat her snatch, and found Paulie working some beads up inside me…although they felt awesome. In no time, the shorts and shirts were off and we were fucking her all over the couch. Again, it shocked me watching Danny crawl behind it and slide his hands up into holes cut into the cushions and arms, well disguised until his fingers or a toy slipped through it and into someone’s asshole. I watched as each of the other guy’s shot long fuck sessions, all with toys in their holes, thrust back and forth by a hand in the couch. Tommy had his cock in Karen’s mouth at one point, while she rode Craig’s cock, but as soon as the camera did a close up of the fucking, he’d slide his dick in Craig’s mouth. While I fucked her ass doggy style and Brent mouth raped her soon after that, he’d lean out of shot, sucking on Steve or Craig. Tommy and I double fucked her next, one in each hole, while craig licked both holes, occasionally sucking one of the dicks into his mouth when the camera went for a tit shot. The weirdest thing had to be when Craig was ass fucking her, and I was in eating her pussy from below, and suddenly Tommy slid my dick into his hole, balls deep! During all this I figured out that much of what I always assumed was dirty talk for the girl in pornos, was really encouragement for the action off screen. Even Karen got into cheering on someone riding Steve’s dick while doing a line off the stool next to him. And when Paulie began to eat my hole, while Tommy ride my dick, with my tongue inside Karen’s pussy, only inches from Craig’s cock in her ass, I almost shot my load. I managed to give the two finger tap to the camera guy which signaled I was close, and pulled up just in time to shove my cock into Karen’s ass as Craig pulled out. I came in a shot of her back, asshole and my dick, Brent nuzzled his cock head up against my hole and said “I can’t wait to breed that asshole.” Anyone who buys the movie and watches it will hear that line and think Brent is drooling over the sloppy hole I am blasting my load all over, covering her in cum from the hole, up her back, in her hair and up over her hair onto the cushion in front of her. I will always know that was his final step in brain washing me into becoming obsessed with the thought of his cum in my ass. Two more hours of filming after that, with the expected two loads from Craig and Brent, and three from me and Tommy. Off screen Steve bred Craig and Tommy each, fucked Brent while he sucked Craig off, and Paulie finished the day with his load inside Tommy’s mouth causing Tommy to shoot a third load on Karen’s tits and stomach. As for my extra load, Brent used a finger to push some of his cum inside me, making me shoot again, unplanned, creaming her pussy. My last load was with all the other guys, all over her face and tits. My cum was on Karen, but my eyes were locked with Brent. Once the last shot of her licking her lips and moaning was wrapped, I couldn’t believe how quickly everyone showered and went back to their real lives. Karen couldn’t wait to get the cum off her face. Tommy had to pick up his wife from work. Craig’s girlfriend needed him to get her kids from daycare, and Steve had to help Paulie and the crew set up for the next shoot. I figured I’d imagined it all when Brent was nowhere to be found as I slipped in and out of the shower and got dressed. Until I got outside to hail a cab, and found Brent leaning against his car. “I figured you’d need a ride to your hotel, cool?” He opened the side door and I slid in nervously. He ran around to the driver’s side and hopped in, turning on some music and racing off to my crappy beach side motel, neither of us talking the entire way. I climbed out slowly, taking my time in case he wanted to make a move. God, why the hell did I want him to make a move? I was, AM straight, love pussy, just fucked a girl for hours, blew three loads in, on or around her. But before I could convince myself with one more example, I blurted it out. “You wanna come in and smoke the rest of that shit?” I regretted saying it, even as he smiled, slid the car into park, and followed me too closely up the stairs into my room. I turned on a lamp once the door was open, and motioned him in, where he began loading a bowl immediately. “Just so we’re clear,” I said, my brave tone hiding my disgusting urge to get his cock inside me. “I just wanna party and chill, cool?” “Of course man, no pressure, just chill and smoke this shit. But I thought you might be curious to check this shit out.” He tossed a dvd case onto the bed before lighting the torch and taking a huge hit from the pipe. I crossed to see what it was, and got caught off guard as he shot gunned the hit into my mouth when I went to grab the dvd. I froze and inhaled, buzzing from the hit and from his lips on mine again. I pulled away and acted appropriately annoyed, coughing as I read the movie title. It was another porn from Paulie’s company, which held no appeal to the disgusted side of my mind until I saw the guys on the cover and recognized my dealer as one of them. My eyes widened. “Pop it in and we can stroke out another load,” I opened my mouth to object. “No funny business, I promise.” The look on his face made me realize what a tweaker ass I was being, so I laughed, took a hit and shot gunned it back to him. Popping the dvd into the player across the room, I shucked my pants and shirt and hopped over him onto the other side of the bed, hoping my callous attitude would ease the tension I’d created. “It’s cool man, I’m not freaking out, just high and horny still, I guess.” I said, as I watched Brent stand and strip down to a black jock strap. His thickening snake created the first bulge I’d ever been tempted to unwrap, and the black straps framed his tan cheeks perfectly when he bent to retrieve something from his pocket. “How about we do some g to help with that?” He turned back around, and tossed a bottle of lube onto the bed, along with another bottle, unmarked, filled with GHB. “I dunno Brent, I’ve only done it once before and got kinda sick.” The memory of the party with Liz and another couple made my stomach turn. The entire night I listened to another guy plow my girlfriend, while I tossed my cookies ten feet away, before passing out. “Don’t worry man, you just gotta take the right amount. I’m gonna do a cap full, so I’ll give you a half cap.” His ass cheeks bounced together as he sauntered to the minibar to get us some soda to chase the liquid. He returned moments later with two hotel cups filled with coke, and two Dixie cups with tiny amounts of clear GHB. "Bottom’s up,” I regretted the expression as I downed the bitter liquid and chased it quickly, imagining my ass in the air. Taking a hit off the pipe, Brent returned to the other side of the bed by climbing over me, rubbing his bulge across my stomach in the process, causing my nipples to get hard. I turned my eyes back to the dvd, and fast-forwarded through all the bullshit plot until my dealer walked in, and pulled out a sizeable dick. How had I missed how nice his cock was when we fucked Liz? I didn’t miss the fact that one of the other men in the video happened to be Brent. I took an extra big hit, and could feel Brent smiling, as if he knew each puff got me that much closer to losing control. “I didn’t know you knew my bud!” I pointed to my dealer, and Brent nodded as he smoked. He handed the pipe back to me while sliding his thick beast out the side of the jockstrap. “Yeah, it was his first movie too. But he was no virgin, that man can take a pretty big cock in his ass. Don’t you want to lose those briefs?” I fished my briefs off letting the words sink in before taking a hit. “You mean…” I sputtered smoke between syllables. “Oh yeah, he took two loads during the day, from Steve and Paulie, and that night, he and I fucked the shit out of that short twinky guy,” he indicated a handsome young guy with a round ass and large uncut dick on the screen face fucking a busty blonde. “Took turns on his ass all night long. He was a pro. Even let us double fuck him. I came a record seven times inside his ass and mouth that night. It was hot, but I prefer real men, the type that don’t realize how badly they’ve needed cock all their lives, until the moment my cock head is inside them. Those are the guys who’ll let you ravage their asses, just to feel your load inside them.” “Too gay dude, I need a pussy in the room.” I didn’t dare look at him as he passed me the pipe. The G was taking effect and although I was relaxing, I was also pulsing with sexual need. “That’s what I used to think man. Till one night, I was partying with my girlfriend and another guy. My girl passed out and I was out of supplies. I asked him if he’d mind loading a bowl, and he agreed, as long as I’d blow him. I was desperate and said yes, and before I knew it he was in my mouth and I was hard as a rock….kinda like I am right now,” I glanced up from the bowl I’d just hit and saw he was right, his cock was fully hard and had a constant stream of precum running from the piss slit down into his neatly trimmed black bush. “The taste of precum became my version of Viagra man. Try some.” He wiped a drop off and brought it to my lips. I sucked his finger dry, savoring the salty taste. I knew I should be grossed out, but my body hungered for him to keep going. “Hmm, doesn’t seem to work for you,” looking down, my cock was shriveled and small. I cursed it for not playing along and thanked it for saving me from giving it all at once. “I do remember one thing that worked to get you hard though.” Right then, I should have pushed him out the door, tossed his clothes behind him, and never looked back. But at the same moment, I heard my dealer’s voice call to me from the video, saying “you know you want it in your ass.” I barely moved as Brent slowly knelt between my legs and began fingering lube into my hole. Watching silently, I trembled as he chose the largest rock he had and put it up my ass. Now was the time for the dildo to push it in, but neither of us had a dildo. As the rock slid past my inner sphincter, the burning brought me to my senses for one crucial moment. “That’s far enough man. Thanks.” I sat up and slid back against the head board, but Brent moved his hand with me and wouldn’t withdraw his fingers. My hands moved to pull his out, but the G had taken over and I had used all my remaining strength to get this far away. “That’s cool bro, I’m just gonna make sure it’s as far in as my fingers can get it.” A third, previously unused finger slid into my hole, pushing the rock up deeper and sliding across my prostate, which awoke my cock. I moaned and knew if he made a move, I’d be powerless to stop it. He began pumping the fingers in and out while turning them slowly from side to side. My eyes rolled back in my head as Brent grasped me around my waist with his free hand and slid us both back down to the bed. Me on my back, him on top of me, with our hard cocks between us. He began to pull out of my hole, and now my hands tried to stop him instead. I looked up at him, pleading and confused, as he pushed my legs towards my shoulders. “I can’t…please, don’t…I don’t want to be….” He forced his lips on mine until I turned my head away. “Be what? Fucked like the whore you really are? Forced to realize how you won’t be able to survive without cock? Turned into another closet cumslut who needs my dick inside you, just so you can get hard enough to fuck your girlfriend? Don't fight it Peter, you took a whole cap full of GHB, and I took none. I shoved a rock so big up your ass you'll OD if I don't dilute it with some jizz. God I wanted you from the first moment your friend sent me pictures of you fucking your girlfriend. All I had to do was promise to set up my camera phone to record it all from the bedside table so e can watch it when he inevitably fucks you too!” Panic filled me right before his nine inches did. This was all a trap. My dealer was gay, or at least bi, and wanted to turn me too, so he sent me out here to get my ass fucked by this Greek God, knowing they’d get me too high to say no. I screamed, as he laughed, while his dick bottomed out. I’d like to say I hated it or it hurt like hell, but once the initial pain was gone, I began grasping at his jockstrap and pulling him closer on each pound, even as I whimpered for him to stop. He slammed me deeper and deeper, lasting only a few minutes before I could see his chest muscles tightening and sweat rolling off his strong, tan arms. With a gigantic roar, he unloaded his balls into my ass deeper than I thought could ever be possible. He smashed his lips into me, forcing me to kiss his rapist’s lips. I tried to turn my head away, but it was trapped between my own knees. He pulled back just enough to stroke my dick while not breaking lip contact, and within three strokes I followed his epic load with one of my load. The first shot was so strong it sounded like a champagne cork bursting when it splashed between our chests. He shot up straight before the second and third shots doused our faces. The fourth and fifth shots ricocheted off of his carved ab muscles before coating my hairy chest. The last three or four shots continued to paint me in white hot goo, marking me as the very cum slut he wanted me to be. I must have passed out for a moment then, because the next thing I remember, he was back to pumping full length in and out of me, but with his phone in his hand, taking photos and video of his second turn inside me. I gave up trying to push him off after a few feeble attempts, especially when he shot gunned a few more hits to me. By his next cum load, I was talking dirty and begging him for his loads in my hole. In total, I took eight loads from him over the next nine hours, before I panicked, thinking we had to be at the studio in a few hours. Turns out, the shoot was the next day, and he’d only told me it was that day so I wouldn’t try to plan anything for the night before. I figured he’d finally let me sleep, but he wasn’t satisfied with that idea. “Sorry Pete, but now that you’re a cum-loving, manwhore, it’s my responsibility to make sure you get truly initiated so you crave all dick, not just mine.” He never could have convinced me that was a good idea if he didn’t say that at the same moment as my first point. When he released that band, I wanted to scream no, but all that came out was a cough and some pleas for more cum in my ass. In the amount of time it took for me to shower and down some Gatorade, Brent got Steve and a big black friend of his to come join us and bring some play toys. So If you see me in a porn video one of these days, pounding away at Karen’s pussy, remember that it was the video I enjoyed making second best. The best for me is a video I’m always afraid will show up somewhere. The video where I lose my virginity to a nine inch dick, offering to do anything if he’ll only stop fucking me. The video where I offer to do anything if he’ll never stop fucking me with that same nine inch dick. The video where I get gangbanged by that man, his beefy blonde college age friend, and their 6’6” tall massive black pal with an eleven inch monster. If you think what went on off camera during the shoot in the studio was wild, just wait till I tell you what went on off camera in that hotel room…

I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. It had been a long, frustrating day at work. It was a Friday, and I was stuck in the office late, again, trying to finish a project that should have been done in half the time, but kept getting more and more complicated as I tried to finish it. I finally left the office around ten o'clock at night. I hailed a cab to take me home to Brooklyn, and settled in to the seat. Traffic was awful, so I pulled out my iPhone and started to browse through Grindr while the cab inched through the gridlock. After the week I had at the office, I needed to get off! It wasn't long before I was chatting with a couple of different guys. The one that seemed to suit my mood the best that night had a profile picture of himself, shirtless and flexing in the mirror in a gym. He was Latino, and at forty he was more than fifteen years older than I was but you wouldn't have been able to guess that from his ripped, muscular body. I also liked the visible bulge in the crotch of his workout shorts. You couldn’t really see his face in the picture, but he looked decent enough and his body was insane! He said that he was really into fucking younger, slim white guys like me, and that I should come right over because he was going to ‘rock my world’. We exchanged more pictures, and I could feel my cock hardening in my briefs and my asshole twitching. His cock was thick, veiny and uncut, and as huge as it had looked through his shorts, and his body looked sexier in every picture. I was horny, and he had me hooked. I tapped on the partition and told the cab driver that I had changed my mind, and had a new destination. As soon as we were clear of the traffic trying to get on the bridge, I was at this guy's apartment in less than ten minutes. I had slight butterflies in my stomach as I paid the taxi and climbed out. He buzzed me in as soon as I rang the bell, and I climbed the dingy, narrow stairs up to his apartment. He was waiting for me in the doorway, looking even better than his pictures. His body was solid muscle, and his tattooed arms stretched the sleeves of his white teeshirt to the limit. He had a shaved head and a few days worth of stubble on his jaw. He smiled warmly and led me into the dim apartment. In the living room he had some porn playing silently on his tv. He sat me down on the couch and offered me a drink while I got comfortable and relaxed. I said sure, and he disappeared into the kitchen to prepare one for me. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. He placed the drink on the table in front of me and sat down right next to me with his. We clinked glasses and I tried to calm my nerves with a big swallow of my drink. He ran his big, strong hands across my chest, pulling my tie out of the collar of my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I could feel my whole body relaxing as he massaged my shoulders and chest, gradually unbuttoning my shirt until it was open to the waist. His touch was making me so horny I could barely stand it! I took another gulp of my drink, and before I knew it I had drained the glass. I relaxed more and more as his hands explored my body. Before I knew what was happening, he was slipping my shirt down off my shoulders and helping me out of it. The room was spinning around me as he rubbed his hands all over me, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. He helped me stand up so that he could pull my pants down. When I tried to step out of them I stumbled and he had to catch my arm to keep me from falling over. I couldn't focus on anything, and I could barely nod when I heard him saying 'we had better get you to bed'. I had never felt this out of it before! He half guided, half carried me down the hall into the dark bedroom and lay me down on the bed. As I lay there with the room spinning around me, I felt him lift my arms above my head and wrap something around my wrists. I was totally spaced out, lying there on the bed. I felt like I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. After I don’t know how long, I felt him climb on top of me. He had stripped off his jeans and teeshirt, and was straddling my chest naked. His bulky body forced my shoulders down into the mattress. He slapped his hard cock across my face, pulling my mouth open and pushing the leaking head of his uncut monster cock towards the back of my throat. The awkward angle made me gag almost immediately but he still grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper down my throat. When I panicked and tried to push him away, I realized that my arms were bound above my head. It felt like they were tied to the headboard. I was freaking out in my head, but I couldn't move my body enough to try to throw him off of me. After I had gagged and choked on his dick for a while he climbed off of me and I could feel him spreading my legs. His fingers forced their way into my tight asshole. I groaned and tried to move away but I was too weak and my body refused to obey. He kept pushing them into me, stretching my hole. I felt him push something up into me, and it was like he squirted something inside of me to lube up my hole. Before long I started to feel a hot sensation spreading through my entire body, like it was flowing in waves from my ass. I groaned again. He laughed as he lifted my legs up and held them to my chest with one of his strong hands wrapped around my ankles. I tried to pull away again but it was no use, I felt like I had no control over any part of my body. I could feel the tip of his bare cock pressing insistently against my hole. He had me pinned to the bed, and his strong hips slowly forced it into me. I tried to scream as his raw cock ripped through my tight asshole, but all I could do was whimper. I could feel his low hanging balls slap against my ass as he bottomed out and started to fuck me. I must have backed out, because the next thing I remember I was lying on my stomach. I could still feel a huge cock in my ass but as my consciousness returned I realized that I was moaning in pleasure and grinding my hips, slamming my ass back against each thrust like I was in heat. It was like I was possessed! My mind was still foggy, but my dick had taken over control! I could hear myself begging for more cock, and to be fucked harder! My hands had been untied, and I was jerking on my leaking cock as he pounded my ass. I kept slipping in and out of awareness, but no matter how many times I woke up, I was always aware of the big cock in my asshole, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being. The lights of the room seemed to have gotten brighter, and they hurt my eyes and made it hard to focus. It was like I was hearing voices, but I was too disoriented to make out what they were saying. I have no idea how long all this went on. I have a vague memory of being helped to a cab and giving the driver my address, and then being helped up the stairs to my own apartment. When I finally woke up, I felt like I was in the midst of the worst hangover of my life. My head was pounding, my mouth was bone dry, and as soon as I rolled over on my bed I could feel a dull aching in my ass. I stumbled into the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water and try to clear my head. I walked back into the bedroom and noticed my laptop open on the side of my bed. I sure didn't remember leaving it there... When I tapped the trackpad, it woke up and displayed an XTube video page. I was about to close the browser window when I froze. The thumbnail preview image looked like me! The videos title was "SLUTTY TWINK GETS BRED AND GETS HIS HOLE WRECKED BY FOUR HUNG THUGS". Wait, what? I clicked play and watched, dumbfounded. It was me alright. My eyes were open wide but totally unfocused as I lay there on my stomach with a huge, muscular man climbing on top of me and shoving his huge, veiny, bare cock deep into my ass. The camera panned around as he groaned and you could hear the camera man laughing nastily and saying 'Breed that twink cunt, bro! Knock the fucker up!' I could hear my own voice groaning -- and begging! I was begging for more cock! I was panting and screaming and saying 'Harder! Fuck me harder! Please!' I was in shock. I sank down onto the bed, sitting in front of my laptop with my mouth hanging open. What the fuck had I done last night? What had happened to me? The video kept on playing, showing a close-up of the thick cock as it pounded my ass. My asshole looked like it was stretched to the limit around the thick shaft. I could hear the man fucking me groaning and he started to slam my ass even harder. The camera zoomed in even more as he pulled his cock out of my ass and what looked like a gallon of thick, creamy sperm poured out of my gaping pink hole. What I saw next made me jump up off the bed and run over to the mirror on my bedroom door. The man's hand had grabbed a marker from the mattress and drawn a line on my ass. A line just a few inches long, next to two other lines just like it. When I pulled down my pants and looked at my butt in the mirror, I felt sick. Six. Four lines, plus another drawn diagonally through them, plus one more. There was also something scrawled on my back but I couldn't exactly read it in the mirror with my head in that dazed condition. I walked slowly over to the laptop on the bed, where the video was still playing. Now I saw myself getting fucked doggy style by a big black guy whose face was blurred out by a block of pixels, and whose body looked twice the size of mine. He smacked my ass hard as he fucked me, and the look on my face was one of pure animal pleasure. The camera zoomed in on his cock in my ass, and I could read the words 'CUM DUMP' printed across my lower back in thick black marker. I grabbed my phone and tried to look up where I had ended up last night, but when I opened up Grindr I saw that the entire history, all of my chats had disappeared -- been cleared out. The groaning, grunting noises coming from my laptops speakers pulled my attention back to the screen as the black guy fucking me pulled his glistening, sperm lubed cock out of my ass, and, holding my ass spread with one hand, squirted his load directly into my gaping hole, only to add the fourth line to the tally on my ass and be quickly replaced by another raw cock, shoved into my ass without any pause or warning. I could hear the cameramen ask 'You like those raw dicks up your ass boy?'. In my head I screamed NO, but in the video I heard myself moaning 'Yes sir!'. 'You like getting bred boy? You want us to knock you up?' NO! 'Uh, yes, please! I want that cum in my ass!' 'Good boy!' How had this video ended up online? The thought froze me to my core -- my face was flashing across the Internet, begging for raw cock! Who knows who could already have seen it? When I tried to look at the profile of the person who uploaded the movie, it turned out to be blank with no information. The username was just a string of random numbers. 'I think he's ready, want to give him a try?' I switched back to the window where the video was playing. I was shown from behind, being positioned on top of the muscular guy whose body I recognized from the photos he had sent me last night, but whose face was blurred out. There was another close-up shot of his cock slipping into my sloppy, cum filled asshole. As soon as I had slid down to the base of his long cock, another guy climbed onto the bed. I gasped in unison with my video self as he lined his cock up against my already occupied hole, grabbed my hips, and forced his cock all the way into me along with the other one. From the sounds I was making in the video, it was a pretty tight fit. Just seeing that part of the video made my poor asshole throb. My screaming and moaning slowly turned to cries of pure pleasure -- it was like having those two cocks ripping my asshole wide open had made me loose my mind! It sure didn't take long for the guys fucking me to loose it, either. The feeling of their cocks rubbing together, stuffed into my straining ass and lubed up with four loads of sperm didn't take long to make them cum. I could tell because they just held me in place and literally fucked their cum into me. The video cut to me lying on my back on the bed with a dazed expression on my face, with my legs being lifted and spread apart with strong, anonymous hands. Another set of hands rubbed my chest. The final set of hands were rubbing my ass. You could see how tender and pink it was as the fingers of that hand played with the swollen lips and collected some of the cum leaking out of me. When he had a good load dripping from his fingers, he brought them up to my mouth for me to lick clean. My eyes unfocused, I did it without any hesitation, cleaning every last drop off his hand with my tongue. He moved his hand back to my ass, shoving three thick fingers up into me. In the video, I groaned and grabbed my own dick, stroking it wildly. 'Do you think you can take my fist, boy?' He asked me. 'Make me take it!' My own voice slurred like I was drunk or high. He worked another finger into my ass, pushing his hand in knuckle deep and twisting it around in my stretched out hole. The hand that had been stroking my chest now brought a small brown bottle up to my nose, holding it there until I inhaled deeply. As I did, my ass must have spasmed, because that's all it took for his thumb to force its way in. I sat there frozen as I watched his big hand disappear in my ass up to the wrist. In the video, my cock was still semi hard and oozing precum. I realized that it had been the hard and leaking the whole time I had been watching the video, as well. On screen, my ass was being abused as he punched his fist into me over and over, stretching my hole to the absolute limit. I was given another round of the poppers to inhale and I just lost if. My whole body shook as I groaned and squirted a huge load of cum from my cock. I whimpered and moaned, and it seemed like I came for almost a minute straight. When I was done, the hand was pulled from my ass with a loud slurping plop, and the camera zoomed in on my gaping hole. As the screen faded to black, you could hear the cameraman's voice asking me 'Did you like that?' 'Yes...' The video ended. I didn't know what to do. My head was still foggy and spinning. All I could think of was clicking back to the beginning and watching again. So I did. And this time I pulled out my cock and started to stroke while I watched.

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.”

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!

Took two in the past few days -- including one that was a first for me -- and more on the horizon for tonight. On Saturday, met up with a really cute 24-year-old named Brian who I met through a mutual friend (who himself has topped the kid many times). We played around, got very passionate into foreplay, and to my surprise he ended up fucking me raw and shooting a load that was still dripping out 24 hours later, so it must've been massive. Found out two things later: First, Brian hadn't topped in months. Second, he got topped by a guy 4 months ago who now says that he might have been pozzed about a year ago. So Brian told me 3 days later that he was freaking out and felt bad because he didn't tell me before fucking me. I reminded him that I hadn't asked, and that what's done is done, so we'll deal with the consequences. We're supposed to see each other again this weekend. On Tuesday, I stopped at my local gay bar after work for a beer. I work a late schedule, so I walked in around 1 a.m. and the place was all but empty when I leaned up against the bar on the far side with nobody else within 20 feet. An older guy (obviously a bit buzzed and horny) walked up to me and complimented my eyes and offered to buy us both a shot. A couple of beers and overtly sexual chit-chat later, he's sliding his hand down my khaki shorts and pushing a finger into my hole, followed by a second finger. The bartender, a friend of mine, looked over at one point, smiled and rolled his eyes, which meant that I was free to enjoy this as long as I could. Between the liquor and the roaming fingers, I felt great. Eventually, with me leaning slightly against the bar and him standing behind me with an arm around me and whispering in my ear, he slides my shorts (which are about 2 sizes too big anyway) down just enough that I feel the cool air hitting my bare ass. Since there was nobody else but us on that side of the bar, I didn't object. He takes a minute to apply extra spit to his fingers to get my ass extra wet, and I can feel him fidgeting with his own shorts -- the zipper sliding down, the belt buckle clanking as he unfastens it. And just like that, with one arm around me, his other hand is sliding his bare cock up and down my crack inside my neighborhood bar. Luckily at this point the bartender either knows what's going on and is determined to overlook it, or he's actually busy serving the other 4 customers in the bar at that moment. I tried to keep a poker face as I felt this guy's dick gently sliding into me -- he held it inside for a while while I adjusted, even though it seemed about average size, then he stared thrusting slowly. He made sure to stop when the bartender or customers turned our direction, which was almost never. He wrapped his arms around me a few times and laughed just to keep up appearances of us having a conversation, but my hunch is that nobody -- except maybe the bartender -- knew that his cock was in my ass and about to blow. He was in me for maybe 10 minutes before shooting inside me. He told me later it was a 7-day load. After he came, we zipped up and he ordered us both another beer. He said I deserved it for taking his cock in a bar like that. He said he'd never imagined fucking in a bar, and I said I hadn't either, but no regrets. I think his name was something simple, like Mike or Jeff maybe, but I'm not sure. And I think he said he was late 40s and visiting from Ohio or Indiana, but I was only somewhat paying attention. He gave me a friendly hug when he left, but I didn't get a phone number or any way to contact him. And of course, I didn't realize until I was leaving the bar that I didn't know his status.

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I've never tasted a guy's cum but my own, when I've spurted in my face & mouth. I'm getting used to the taste, but pre-cum, wow! So tasty ! I drool over images of dripping cocks and long to rub one over my face. Can anyone help with this ?

WOW! What a hot story I am so hard and turned on by it I can hardly stand it. I'm a closeted guy 19 years clean and sober. My brain says no, but my cock and ass hope this happens to me. I live in the Seattle area and have the same name on BBRT. I could definitely be easily tricked into this kind of scene (no wife and kids to worry about).

Took my first load last night from a fwb bi dad who I occasionally suck off. He texted me if I could come over and service him, and out of the blue started asking what my fantasies were. Of course im just having some fun via text saying how I want to one day get fucked forecibly and be bread, and he says that's hot. Fast forward 30 min and im at his house sucking his cock on his bed. he literally has a picture of him and his wife on the nightstand and im beyond horny looking at it knowing that his cock is mine. After edging him for 20 min and slurping tons of pre cum, he grabs me and pushes me onto the bed. Im kinda taken by surprise but im so horny that im just letting him do whatever he wants. My ass is literally up in the air with my face buried into their pillow when I feel the flicker of his tongue on my hole. All I can think is holy shit... is this going to happen, as he starts tonguing my ass. This goes on for a few minutes, and then suddenly I feel his cock sliding up and down my crack. my mind is spinning and without knowing im slowly pushing back towards him. I feel the tip of his cock slowly push into me and with a painful pop, I knew he was in. I concentrated on his slow strokes, and the pain turned to pleasure and his rhythm picked up. his hands were around my neck pushing my body into the pillow as he fucked me harder and harder. I started to think about his wife and how good my ass must feel to have him want it. Without warning, I hear him moan, you ready? im gonna cum! i yelled fuck yea and then felt him thrust deep and stop. I felt the twitch of his cock and then my hole felt warm and flooded. my body froze as i just realized what happened. I was just bred. I took the load of this guy who i barely know, who has a wife and kids, and completely submitted to him. I felt like a complete cum whore, and i instantly wanted more. He pulled out of me, and i cleaned him up. My ass felt destroyed and soaking wet. I drove home in disbelief, and confused because i secretly want more now....

Once inside, Mike closed the back door behind his fuck buddy who stood waiting for Mike. Mike gestured to follow him and walked to the stairs and up to the master bedroom with his fuck buddy trailing behind, both silent. Mike went right for the bed and lied down on his back and said to his fuckbuddy, "Get comfortable. Lie down, chill,", and watched his buddy strip down to his briefs and lie down beside Mike. "I never even knew your first name until tonight. I know that we agreed to that for discretions' sake, but that was blown out of the water tonight. You know that I would never do anything to cause you any problems?" His fuckbuddy nodded in agreement. It was dark but Mike could feel his fuckbuddy staring right at him. "Can I call you Lawrence?" "Sure, but most people call me Larry." "Well, Larry, I gotta thank you for coming back and getting me out of there." "I am sorry that I suggested that we even go to that bathhouse. I feel like this is my fault." "It isn't your fault." "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you strapped to that bench, drenched in sweat, spun, cum all over your ass and in your crack, on your face, in your hair. You were literally coated in cum. How any guys fucked you? What do you remember?" "I remember a whole bunch of images or short moments but it was all hazy and hard to tell what was real and what wasn't. I passed out a few times, and each time I came to there was a different cock in my mouth. Once someone took off the blindfold, even though I couldn't focus my eyes, I could catch a glimpse. I don't know. I just remember feeling full of cock all the time, and I would be lying if I said that at some point I didn't start to enjoy it, cause I did. That's the thing that disturbs me the most." "But you thought I was there?" "Yeah, I know, I was seeing things. They injected me at least twice that I remember and from what I can tell it was probably crystal meth." Mike touched to spot on his left arm where he got the first injection. "I was so high for I don't know how long before I really even knew what was happening. At first, I was flipping out, terrified, and then when someone made it clear that I was going to get shot up, and I felt it go in my arm, I just let go, like that guy Jerry said. He whispered in my ear: "We are going to get you high no matter what. If you hold still, it will be quick, but if you move around, you're gonna get a bunch of nasty abscesses and have to explain to everyone why you look like a junkie" "Holy fuck. How'd it feel?" "Well, it's intense. A kind of ringing in my ears, and then I coughed for a bit. Then I was flying. And everything was blurry, unclear, and I sort of had no thoughts about anything but the feeling of a cock against my hole and another one slapping against my face. And when I felt that first cock in my ass and that first cock in my mouth after they injected me, that's all there was: cock. I have never been so hungry for sex in my life and I have done my fair share of drugs" "Holy fuck, wow. I admit that not only was I pissed off that I didn't get to fuck you, but - and I hope this doesn't piss you off - but I got hard when I walked up to the door of the room in the bathhouse, and saw you strapped in. When I felt your ass and crack, and the wetness, I put my fingers in my mouth and realized that it was cum. I was rockhard at the thought that you got barefucked and you got loads. I know we have always played safe, but I couldn't help it and I can't now: I am rock hard just picturing you there." Mike reached down to Larry's cock. It was hard. Mike moved his head down to Larry's crotch, never letting go of his cock. He squeezed that cock just lightly, then leaned in until he could slap the cock against his lips. Larry was moaning. Mike opened his mouth and slowly slid the whole length of Larry's cock into his mouth, until Mike felt his lips around the base of the cock. Larry's hands moved to Mike's head, keeping him in place and keeping his cock deep in Mike's throat. Mike started to show signs of gagging, but Larry held fast. All of a sudden Mike started violently gagging and Larry let go of his head. "Larry, my throat hurts from last night. I think it took a real beating and feels raw." "It's ok, let's just chill." Mike moved to lie beside Larry and they laid there in silence in the dark for a while. PIng. "Fuck. Where's my phone?" Mike was fumbling around on the bed, then turned on the bedside light, and scanned the room, realizing that he left his phone downstairs. He got up and told Larry he was going to check his messages in case it was his wife. He walked out and headed downstairs. He went to the back door and there was his phone on the table. He picked it up and saw that he had a text. He didn't recognize the number, and opened it. There was an attachment, so clicked on the attachment and all of a sudden he was looking at a vid clip that was difficult to make out, but then, clearly, his face in plain view, with a cock going in and out of his mouth. Someone says something in the background and Mike stops sucking the cock, and looks right at the camera and says: "Fuck me raw. Dump in me". Mike couldn't breathe. Who the fuck sent this? He checked the number again and it looked like a local number so he called it. It rang and then someone answered, a guy, who said, "That was just a tiny preview of what we have. What did you think?" "Who the fuck is this and what the fuck is going on?" "I am hurt. You don't remember me? I am one of the many guys who rode your throat and hole last night. In fact, I came back for seconds, then thirds, but you were so fucking high by then, I doubt you remember." "How did you get my number? What the fuck do you want from me?" "Ah, well, to answer your first question: I took the key to your locker, opened it up, rummaged through your stuff, copied your contact list and other info, took your Driver's Licence." Mike couldn't breathe. The voice continued: "To answer the second question, I want your throat and hole again. At the bathhouse. In the private room with private bathroom and shower. This Wednesday, 8pm. Got it?" "If I don't come or can't come for some reason?" "With what I have in still photos and vid clips of you? If you want to take that chance, sure, go ahead, but just about everyone you know and more, would get a series of good texts, with attachments. And cause I like to share, vids would also be shared online. And don't worry, all of it would be untraceable. You aren't dealing with amateurs." "Okay" Mike said quietly. He heard a click and the call was over. A second later, another text came through. Mike was terrified, but opened the attachment, and opened the vid clip. It showed Mike looking up and someone says something to Mike. He's in the bathouse. He says, "Yeah," then someone in the background says something, and Mike looks into the camera and says "I wanna get high and I want raw cock." Then you hear laughter, and see a tourniquet being tied on Mike's arm. With silent steps he headed back up to the bedroom, and Larry was asleep and deeply so. Mike crawled into bed beside Larry and began to play with his hole, trying to imagine which one of the guys last night is doing this to him?

Being blind-folded and maybe tied down and having a friend bring over bunch of guys whose stats I don't know and one by one they breed me and after they're all done and gone my friend shows me pics of them and tells me if they're neg/undetecable/hvl/full-blown. Going to a bathhouse and being booty bumped and climbing in a sling for anyone to use until I come down. Being rich enough to take a year off of work and travel and do nothing but let guys all over the world breed me. Having a birthday where I spend the day taking loads from all the guys I had protected sex with, and then after all of them getting loads from as many people as possible.

Your story sounds AWESOME, mmmmmm

Busy couple of days... Chatted with a bottom from Recon a few days Saturday and he wanted me to fuck him bb with my pierced cock. I said sure. He said he had fresh poppers and loved to get fucked. Funny thing is he had a PA also, but he was the absolute worst bottom ever. I barely got in his ass and he was practically screaming that I was too thick and to pull out sir. I stayed in and fucked him a little more, but he kept crying that it hurt too much. I pulled out and jerked off on him. Got off the bed and was getting dressed and he asked if he could cum. I told him no and that he could jerk off after I left. I was pissed, he was the worst bottom I've ever had. I didn't even give him my whole dick. I left, and won't call him again. Fast forward to tonight... Fuck bud of mine wanted to see me get fucked and loaded by a few guys. I posted an ad on BBRTS and ended up having 4 total guys come over. First guy ate my ass and got it all wet and it was HOT. He then slid his cock (average sized) in my ass and really pounded hard for about 10 minutes until he blasted inside me. I felt his load and it was huge. Just as he was finishing up another guy walked in. Older but VERY hung. Was 9x6, veins were popping out all over his huge tool. I think he was Cuban. He was very verbal and loved that my ass was loaded already. He wasted no time in fucking me and he was really out to hurt me. He fucked rough and fast and kept pulling out and making me suck him and then he's ram it back in. This went on for about 20 minutes as my friend was totally loving seeing me get pounded and hearing me moan like a bitch. Cuban guy says he's going to cum and flood my muscle jock ass with his toxic seed. I begged for it and he unloaded a massive load. Loved it. Had another guy come over and he was in and out in less than 5 minutes, nothing memorable but at least I got his load. Then my friend fucked me, he loved how sloppy my hole was and it was still very tight. I have a gift of being able to tighten my hole and milk a cock. He was fucking me and loving it, but I started to clamp down on his dick and he lost it and loaded me with a really big load. So my ass was full and I was happy. I dressed and came home. I have the loads in me as I type. I am a totally happy pig! Makes up for that horrible fuck on Saturday.

No HIV cures anywhere. Not even close. HIV may actually be incurable, (due to HIV hiding in places we can never reach) and all we can aspire to is a 'functional cure' where you don't need to take drugs. I see one HIV cure in the news every day.. stop sharing this BS.

4. I didn’t have long to wait after the first guy was done with me. It seemed like word had gotten out that there was a free cock that was open for riding. I must have had at least 6 guys come in all of them bottoms working my cock to frenzy. Pounding their asses on my raw dick and shooting their cum all over my face. As I lay there panting and once again humping empty air I heard another bottom come in to ride my cock. I felt a warm tongue clearing away the cum from my face and eyes. The filthy fucker was damn hungry for it too. In under a minute he had cleaned away the most of it, though my eyes still burned. As I cracked open my eye I wish he hadn’t. He was old and one of those trolls that you know has been taken raw cock since the 70’s. his skin hung on his frame and his belly was slightly distended. I knew he had to be sick at least with one if not more STIs. His hands roughly grabbed my cock and pulled out the plug and the ring. Clear slightly pink fluid dribbled out. My piss slit must have been chaffed from all thos fuckers bouncing on my cock. The toxic fucker reached into the drawer and pulled out a toothbrush and grabbed my cock. Furiously working the stiff bristles all over my over sensitive head. I screamed into my gag and tried to thrash back and forth as the brush scrapped the shaft and head of my cock , causing little abrasions all over. Smiling at me the fucker licked the tooth brush and then shoved it in his own ass. A mix of pain and pleasure going across his face as he tore up his own hole. My eye got wide in fear as he climbed on top of me and began rubbing his bloodied hole against my scratched and raw cock. “Shhhhhh sweet boy gonna give you one more ride tonight and make it all sink in. After me so few people will fuck you I know I will have you back. And you can fuck me all the time like I want. Yes no one will want your dirty poz cock in their asses but I will. Though I doubt I will be the one to give it to you. All those poz loads on your face and in your eyes, im sure you must have caught something by now” With that he sank onto my cock and the feeling was amazing. I moaned into the gag as I slide into his loose hole. The cum and blood in his ass making the perfect lube mixing with the blood and cum on my cock. I was so warm in him so smooth it felt amazing. He rocked back and forth slowly working my cock and milking me with his well-trained ass muscles. He was jacking his cock leaking poz precum all over me. Soon I could see his breathing start to get harder and my heart sank. He was going to shoot before me and I was going to be left still hard and horny. I started to fuck faster getting closer and closer, pounding my raw cock into his hole. Feeling every scape and scratch and working his toxic ass and previous loads into me cock . Finally I hit the edge and pushed over climaxing and arching my back so hard I lifted us both off the bed, just as he shot his loads raining down on my face and belly. As I came down form my orgasm I must have passed out. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the bed and my arms and legs were untied. My poor deflated and bruised cock lay limp on my thigh where I noticed I had also been bruised after hours of been slammed into. On the dresser next to the bed was a card that read “You were good as a top…wanna try bottom?” and listed a phone number on the back I dragged my aching body to the showers and cleaned off and trudged home wondering what I would do…

I have had 2 stalkers over the years. A woman who called me everyday and showed up everywhere I was. Changing the phone number did nothing. Then about 9 months later she just disappeared. The other was a guy I said no to in a bar. He would show up at my workplace when I would leave or on my street or around my car but always too far for me to confront him. Police did nothing. I managed to catch the guy late around 3:00 a.m. one morning and beat the hell out of him and that's how I got rid of him. My advice, Be violent. Stalkers can't handle when their prey start fighting back

Part 1 It was going to be a great day! I had just turned 18 two days ago, I was graduating from high school in the afternoon and I was going to a huge party that night with my girlfriend Emily, my best friend Paul and his girlfriend Linda. First let me tell you about myself. My name is Caleb. I’m the youngest of four boys in a very religious and close family. I was home schooled until high school and then went to a high school operated by our church. I guess you could call me the nerdy type. I am 5’11’’ and weigh about 160 pounds. My hair was blond and shaggy. I loved to swim so I guess I had what you would call a ”swimmers build”. My girlfriend Emily said most girls thought I was cute, in a “nerdy” way. Emily was my age and we had been seeing each other all through high school. Emily was very pretty. We both were religious and never took our relationship beyond the handholding and occasional kiss phase. We both believed that any sexual contact should remain off limits until we married. We were very naïve about the real world. Paul was my best friend. We had known each other since we were little kids and were inseparable. If I was a nerd, Paul was a “super nerd”. He is about 5’6’’ and weighs 130 pounds. He has a pale complexion with shaggy red hair. Paul even wears the typical thick rimmed glasses. Paul could easily be mistaken for being 13 or 14 years old. Paul’s girlfriend Linda is very shy. I don’t think they had even held hands let alone kiss. They both are even more naive than Emily and me, if that is possible. I have always considered myself total straight and never even thought about "fooling around" with a guy. It was against what I believed and besides I was saving myself for Emily. Tonight was going to change our lives in so many ways and I we were completely unaware. All four of us were graduating together, so after our graduation ceremony, Emily and I met up with Paul and Linda and we attended receptions put on by our parents and by 9:00 pm it was time to head to the party. We were all nervous but excited about the party. Many kids from our class were attending and we knew there would probably be alcohol and maybe more available there. Paul and I had only snuck a few beers in our life and both of the girls had never tried alcohol. Linda said she would go but would not drink but the rest of us had decided to have fun and celebrate our “big accomplishment”. The party was taking place at a remote farm about ten miles from town. When we arrived there were dozens of kids already partying, many from our school and many I didn’t recognize. The farmhouse was huge and there was a very large swimming pool and hot tub in the backyard along with many picnic tables. There was a huge bonfire in a fire pit. Everybody had contributed money to attend so there was beer, liquor, soft drinks and food. All four of us had packed bathing suits and we noticed nearly everyone there was already in their suits and enjoying the pool and hot tub on a very warm night. We went inside to change and were directed to two bedrooms in the back. The house was beautiful and I was surprised anyone would let such a party take place in it. When we got outside after changing I asked around about who owned the home. I was told it was two former graduates from another local school who were great football players and had even played in the NFL before getting hurt. They were now successful businessmen and agreed each year to allow the party on their property. Their only stipulation was that no one leave drunk and that they be allowed to join the party later in the evening. A friend of Emily’s led us back into the house and showed us a picture of the two owners. They were both stunningly handsome shirtless black men appearing to be in their early-forties. They were both about 250 pounds of solid rippling muscle. They looked like Greek gods. I heard Emily gasp when she saw the picture. “They are beautiful”, she whispered. I thought it odd that these two men would own the house together, but I didn’t pursue the matter further. We went outside and found the beer and alcohol and the three of us grabbed a beer and headed to the pool. The beer was flowing fast and furious and Paul and I matched each other drink for drink. We were definitely feeling the effects About an hour had passed when we heard the owners had arrived along with a nephew of one of the guys. A few minutes later they appeared. All three were shirtless and wore basketball shorts. Their picture did not do them justice. My school didn’t have any African American students, so we had little exposure to black men. They were the most beautiful men I had ever seen. Jordan was the biggest and appeared to be in his early forties. His muscles seemed to pop from his body. Emily commented that his thighs were bigger than my waist. He had closely cut hair and an incredibly handsome face. He had only one tattoo I could see. It was an odd design around his navel. James appeared to be about the same age but wasn’t as big but he had a perfectly defined chest with an eight pack of abs and the same odd tattoo. He had his hair in dreadlocks. Aaron, who turned out to be Jordan’s nephew was about in his early 20’s, swimmers build like me and the face of a model. He too had the same tattoo. We were introduced to them and they seemed very interested in us. Jordan put his arm around me and James put his arm around Paul and asked if we were having fun. We looked so small next to them but they really seemed to like us and we talked for a while. Aaron meanwhile seemed to really be interested in Emily which was making me jealous but I knew she was not going to screw up our relationship. Linda just stood and watched as we all talked. After a few minutes, Jordan suggested we all go to the hot tub. We all grabbed beer and headed over. The hot tub was huge. It could easily handle 20 people and there were about 10 people in there. We climbed in and Jordan made sure to sit next to me and James next to Paul. Aaron got there a few minutes later and maneuvered himself in next Emily. Linda said she didn’t feel good and said she was going to lie down in the car. After a few minutes somebody brought out a “bong”, something I’d never seen before. Everybody in the tub started passing it around and taking “hits” off it. When it came to me, Jordan showed me and Paul and Emily how to do it. I took two hits and suddenly I was feeling pretty relaxed. The marijuana and the beer were really making me feel good. I leaned back and suddenly felt Jordan put his hand on my leg. I couldn’t see it because of the foam in the tub but it felt massive and he slowly began rubbing my upper thigh. I looked over at Paul and could tell by the look on his face that James was doing the same to him. Jordan then reached under the water and grabbed my hand and placed it on his massive thigh. You could feel the muscles under his smooth skin and I began to rub him. I saw Jordan look at James and wink. Jordan than asked me if I’d like to try something called “poppers”? I said sure and he told Aaron to go and get his backpack from the house. Aaron asked Emily to go so they could bring back more beer and she agreed. As soon as they left, Jordan yelled “It’s time to party!” He shifted in the water and then next thing I knew he was holding his shorts in his hand and tossing them out on the grass. James removed his shorts immediately as did several other guys and girls in the pool. James turned to Paul and me and said “What about you two?” Neither of us made a move so they took action. They reached down and grabbed us by our waist and lifted us with one hand while stripping our suit with the others. The next thing I knew I was back in the tub totally naked with Jordan’s massive arm around me. I looked over at Paul who looked totally in shock and appeared to be sitting on James’s lap. Aaron showed up at that moment, but Emily had remained back at the house to use the bathroom. Jordan reached in to the pack and pulled out two bottles and tossed one to James. They took the covers off and put it up to our nose and said breath it in. I did twice and felt like I was flying. I felt Jordan put his hand on my stomach and slowly rub me. He moved his hand down to my penis and took it in his hand. I realized then that I was getting hard. He pressed his face against my neck and began nipping it with his teeth. I moaned slightly and when I did he turned my face to his and I kissed a man for the first time in my young life. His tongue played with my tongue and without thinking I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. I heard a moan from behind and saw Paul lying with his head on James’s shoulder. It was obvious that Paul was being touched under the water and was enjoying it. Suddenly I felt something brush my leg. I reached and felt his penis for the first time. It was massive. I couldn’t imagine a man having a penis that large. Jordan smiled and stood up. I was face to face with penis at least 10 inches long but its width was stunning. There was a large metal ring piercing the tip of it. I didn’t think such a thing was possible. I heard several people in the tub as well as some people who were now watching the four of us, gasp when they saw it. “Taste it!” he told me. I obeyed and opened my mouth. It was so big I could barely get it in but Jordan slowly helped me taste my first penis. “Your turn baby” I heard James say and I turned around to see Paul licking the tip of James’s penis. James was not as massive as Jordan but was longer. He had to be at least 13 to 14 inches long. Paul was mesmerized by it all. They both grabbed the poppers bottles again and took a hit of their own. Then they shoved the bottle under our nose and we both inhaled. I knew then that I was really starting to enjoy this and wasn’t going to try and stop whatever was happening. Suddenly we were both picked up by our two Greek gods and carried to a picnic table. I felt so small in his huge arms as he carried me. His body felt warm against mine and I reached and rubbed his muscled chest. He pulled me tight against him and began to kiss me again. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in. Aaron, who was also now naked, was there at the table spreading a blanket on it. We were both placed gently on table next to each other.

And people wonder why I own guns.

My name is Mikey – CHPT 4 - Time for Your Medicine: The taste of Harold’s cum that I fingered out of my ass was intoxicating. I kept sticking my finger in my bruised hole trying to find more, and realized how desperately I wanted Harold to fuck me again. Was sex always rough like that with men? As much as my guilt tried to overwhelm me, I knew I enjoyed it – fuck this was all so damn confusing. I rubbed the spot on my arm where Curtis had injected me with something earlier, and was not sure what to do, so thought maybe I should try to get some sleep. The constant low-level roar of the porn playing next door in the theater and not being able to get Harold out of my head, made that impossible. So, I got back up and took the ‘grand tour’ of Harold’s living quarters and realized he was as messy and filthy as the rest of Roxies seemed to be, so decided to tidy things up a bit. His pile of Army coveralls all seemed dirty and I was sniffing the last pair before adding them to the pile I had folded when I heard the padlocks begin unlocking on the door. I dropped the coveralls, anxiously hoping it was Harold coming back, then heard the locks on the inside being turned, and soon realized the footsteps I heard were Curtis’. “Well, well, well, I see you’re learning to be a good little wife already huh?” he said with a mix of amusement and what I thought was anger, “You ready for some more dick sissy?” Honestly I was, but did not want his, and took a step back towards the mattress on the floor as I said, “Hmm, no, I…don’t think I can. I…hurt pretty bad right now…and I…have not eaten in a long time. Can I get something to eat now?” Curtis dropped the backpack he was carrying, his eyes flaring with anger as he took two long strides and slapped me, knocking me onto mattress. “You will fucking eat when I tell you to eat, understand?” Curtis snarled, “For a sissy you are awful sassy. Maybe you will learn, but frankly I hope you don’t as I am going to fucking enjoy breaking you. Been far too long since I was able to tear someone apart from the inside out.” I rubbed my face where Curtis’ hand had connected and looked at him with a mix of fear, anger, disgust, and confusion. Curtis gave me a creepy smile and said in barely a whisper, “Don’t worry. That one won’t bruise, others will, but that little slap won’t. I know how to hit and not leave a mark. Now sit on the fucking edge of the bed and put your arm out and tell me your name.” I had to bite my tongue hard not to yell, “MY NAME IS MIKEY!” I held back, bowed my head and said, “I’m a sissy cunt.” “Again,” Curtis ordered. So I kept repeating, “I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” Curtis had kicked the backpack he had dropped over next to me, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin with his left hand and gave me that big fucking smile again as I repeated once more, “I’m a sissy cunt.” I had pleased him, and the rush of knowing that made me smile no matter how much I didn’t want to. Immediately Curtis’ smile disappeared and his right hand came up and slapped me even harder, knocking me on my side. “This ain’t about your fucking pleasure. Understand? Sit back up you cunt, and give me your arm,” Curtis spat out. My anger was rising again, but I obeyed, and watched as Curtis pulled two bottles of water out of his bag and set them to the side and then a black leather case, which he took his time unzipping. Curtis laid the case flat and there was a row of syringes on each side and two small glass bottles on each end. He grabbed a syringe, held it up in front of me as he filled it with a dark, yellow liquid from one of the bottles, then I watched as he tapped the syringe and pressed the end slightly so a small squirt shot out of the end. There was a sadistic gleam in his eyes as Curtis roughly grabbed my left arm, held it straight, with the edge of his right hand tapped a vein, then jabbed the syringe into it as I yelped and flinched, but Curtis had my arm locked in a vice grip and held me steady as gave me whatever had been in the bottle. When the syringe was empty he folded my arm, set the syringe in the leather case, dug around in his knapsack and brought out another syringe – one that appeared empty. I could not understand what he was doing as Curtis slowly inserted the needle into a vein in his own arm, but this time instead of injecting something, he pulled back a little on plunger and rivulets of blood followed. He was smiling again now, his entire face almost glowing as he pulled the needle out, licked his arm twice to remove any blood, then looked at me and cocked his head as if I could read his mind. Curtis kept smiling as he then grabbed my right arm and it dawned on me what he planned to do. No fucking way. I began to try to scramble back onto the mattress, but Curtis lifted a closed fist and raised his eyebrows as if asking, “Really, you really want to do that?” I started to shake and tremble and tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I watched in horror and fascination as Curtis slowly stuck the needle that had just been in his arm into mine, and emptied the barrel. When the plunger was all the way home and the barrel empty, Curtis gently removed the needle, bent forward and lovingly caressed the spot on my arm with his tongue before covering it in hot kisses. I didn’t understand why he had done that and was still shaking and too afraid to ask. Curtis tossed that syringe back into his backpack, stood up, pulled his pants down, and released his rock hard dick. I knew he wanted to fuck, so started to get up, but Curtis pushed me back down, knelt down on the floor with his pants still around his ankles, pulled me tight to him and gave me a long, wet kiss. His tongue explored my mouth and he began to nibble at my lips with his teeth, each bite a little harder than the last. “Do you feel it yet?” he asked, “Do you feel me? Do you feel your medicine? I’ve got another injection for you right here.” Curtis then slammed his closed fist into my chest sending me flat on my back and knocking the wind out of me a bit. He roughly reached out, flipped me over, spread my ass apart and buried his face in my hole, moaning and groaning as his mouth coated my ass crack and shredded ring with spit. My own dick was hard now, and I felt a little dizzy and disoriented. When I opened my eyes and looked at the crumpled up sheets or wall behind the mattress, the dizziness got worse, so I kept my eyes closed as Curtis continued to work my hole with his mouth. Waves of heat, cold, and nothingness seemed to circle through my body. I started to sort of phase out, must have been from that shot, and Curtis’ voice now seemed to come in bits and pieces. He had moved his body up over mine and was now grinding his long, thick, torpedo headed dick against my ass. “You want some more dick sissy cunt? I know you do. It’s all right, I know you can’t really think clearly right now, it’s alright sissy, I don’t want your mouth, JUST YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” With that Curtis punched his dick into my ass bringing me a moment of pain and clarity before the fog rolled back in. Curtis had his left arm around my neck to hold me in place and was whispering in my ear as he ground his dick around inside of me like a helicopter rotor, “FUCK YOU GOT A GOOD CUNT, GOD DAMN SISSY, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR. YOU WERE MADE FOR PLEASING MEN. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO FUCK YOU - YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO CUM IN YOU – YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THE WORTHLESS SISSY CUNT YOU ARE – YOU WILL THANK THEM! FUCKING JAIL RIPE ASS! SHIT. YOU WILL BE A SISSY THAT CRAVES BLACK DICK, NEEDS BLACK DICK, AND I AM GOING TO USE YOU HARD EVERY DAY AND FILL YOU WITH MY CUM.” The harder Curtis fucked me, the tighter he squeezed my neck with his arm and the dizzier I got. I brought my hands up to try pull his arm away, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Something about feeling the muscles in his forearm flex and move as he tightened his grip, combined with his dick stretching my ass out, and his dirty talk made me surrender. So I just held on and let him ride me. I don’t know what happened next. When I could focus again I was still face down on the mattress, but Curtis was not on top of me. I reached back and felt a wetness on my back and ass and heard Curtis laugh, then say, “I glazed that ham inside and out with my own honey sauce. Fucking leave it there and get up. Time for some more medicine.” I rubbed my eyes, shook my head to clear it, and carefully scooted to the edge of the mattress and got up. Curtis was sitting in a chair, fully dressed, hidden in a cloud of smoke. He held out his hand, “Here, hit it, this is that laced kush I was telling you about. From now on you will be in a constant state of FUCKED-THE-HELL-UP. Anytime I see you I expect you to be high, drunk, doped out on your medicine, or all three, understand? Good sissy cunt, now you’re learning. I don’t need to hear your mouth unless I give you permission to speak. Just nod that little head of yours. Fuck, what you doing? You don’t smoke good shit like that. Let me guess, you ain’t never smoked before you met those two white trash fuckers? You got to savor this shit, let it flow through you, ease it out. This ain’t no fucking horse race. That’s it, feel that? Good. Come on.” Curtis stood up, crossed his arms in impatience, and started to mumble something while I looked for a place to put out the joint. I found an overflowing ashtray on a shelf, went to put it out, but Curtis stopped me, grabbed it back, and gripped it between his teeth as he roughly shoved me forward. I quickly scanned for something to put on, not sure what was happening, but realizing again how naked I was and how dirty I felt. Curtis turned the deadbolts in the door, opened the door and stood back for me to pass through. I was assaulted by the porn theater’s raucous sounds of some young girl being pummeled by two big dicks and cautiously took a step forward. I had lost track of time, so was not sure how long I had been in Harold’s room, but the theater now had a low haze of smoke drifting in gentle waves several feet off the floor and it felt tremendously hot in there. Curtis closed the door, gripped my left arm hard, and as he steered me towards the back of the theater I saw two guys who were sitting in the theater seats turn their heads, their hands pausing from jacking their dicks, as they watched my naked parade. I was led to a group of men who were sitting in a cluster of chairs over by the couch. Their voices died and all heads turned and stared as Curtis dragged me closer. Even with the heat, my body was covered in goose bumps and I held a hand over my dick, trying to give myself some sense of being covered up. “Jesus fucking Christ Curtis,” one of them said, “What the fuck have you done?” I looked around at the group, I guess there were seven or eight of them, all white and older like my dad’s age, scruffy, some had beards, most of them were smoking, and the smell of pot was especially strong coming from the guy Curtis stopped and made me stand by. “Well,” Curtis started, “I ain’t done nothing that didn’t need doing and you know better than to get up in my fucking shit. However, as a show of appreciation for your steady business you bunch of freaks, I figured I would let you share in my bounty – err booty.” This elicited a round laughs, “Hell yeahs,” and more. Curtis lit the joint he had me hit before, gave it to me again with a nod to hit it hard several times, he then ground it out on the floor and said, “You dirty fucks have an hour,” and then walked out the exit and shut the door, leaving me alone. Immediately multiple hands began grabbing at me, touching me, someone swore when they ran their hands in the cum Curtis had dribbled on my lower back when he pulled out, and in the dim, hazy light of the porn movie, I was pawed and fawned over as the pack of perverts tried to figure out what to do. I didn’t know what to do either. I did know that if I went back to the room Curtis would get angry, so I just stood there and tried to ignore what was happening. “Hey, you, fuck what’s wrong with you,” one of the men asked who was now standing in front of me, “Where you from, what’s your name, from that wad covering your hind side and dripping down your thighs it looks like Curtis fucked you right. Did he? You can tell us?” Another round of laughter and the group was now joined by the guys who had been sitting in the theater seats closer to the screen. One of them rammed a boney finger up my ass then exclaimed, “Fucking whore! This pussy is wet and open. Just what I needed.” He soon was gripping my waist and thrusting his dick into my open ass. Compared to Curtis, he was not that big, so it didn’t hurt. Egged on by some of the guys telling him to, “Breed that pussy. Fuck that cunt,” the guy fucking me was soon letting everyone know he was cumming in my ass. As soon as the first guy pulled out, there was another one sliding in who was fucking rougher and harder making me have to reach out and steady myself on some guy’s shoulder. Now one of them was standing in front of me ordering me to suck his dick and asked me, “Ever tasted pussy? This is what dick tastes like after fucking a pussy, lick my wife’s juices.” ICK…I opened my mouth and got pegged on both ends. Then I was shuffled over to the couch and made to bend forward and suck on a tiny little dick attached to a very fat guy, as someone else fucked me and told everyone how sloppy my hole was. I couldn’t tell who was fucking me and as soon as one stopped, another shoved his dick in me. It took the fat guy forever to cum in my mouth and when he did it was barely a dribble. He heaved himself off the couch and before another guy could take his place the guy fucking me told me to put my knees up on the couch, grab the back, and push my ass out. That’s how I was when Curtis came back to get me, ass up, being raw fucked by some unknown man. “Time’s up fellas,” Curtis’ voice cut through the chatter like a knife through butter. The guy who was fucking begging for just another minute as he was close to shooting again, but Curtis physically yanked him off me, I heard someone swear, chairs slide, then Curtis grabbed my arm and dragged me stumbling back to Harold’s room. Curtis slammed the door, bolted it, pushed me towards Harold’s mattress and said, “Stop right where you are. Were you a good sissy? Gave them all a good cunt? Did you take every dick and every load?” I didn’t say a word, Curtis chuckled, “Good. You may speak.” I then replied, “Yes, thank you,” and that made Curtis go, “MMMMHHHHHH.” The sound of Curtis unzipping his pants seemed impossibly loud, his big hands clamped onto my hips, his nails digging into my skin. He roughly pulled me back against his body and said, “You smell like a whore, you know that? All that white trash cum running down your legs. I bet you cannot even close that hole anymore huh. Just like a sissy cunt. Let me get up in there – OH FUCK YEAH THAT CUNT IS WET! ALL THAT WHITE TRASH NUTT UP IN THERE! MAKING IT HOT AND WET FOR ME! TELL ME HOW THEY FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW THOSE WHITE TRASH FUCKERS USED YOUR CUNT. TELL ME HOW YOU HATED THOSE TINY WHITE DICKS AND MISSED THIS BIG BLACK MONSTER FUCKING YOU!” I obeyed and told Curtis all he wanted to know. Every word spurned him on and as he slam fucked me in the middle of the floor, my ass made wet clapping and slurping sounds, which caused his dick to swell. Suddenly Curtis’ mood seemed to change and he started slapping my head and face yelling, ‘SHUT UP CUNT SHUT UP!” I didn’t know what I had done and stumbled forward a step or two trying to maintain my balance, which made Curtis even angrier. The hits came harder, the fucking rougher, and I was so confused, then suddenly Curtis stopped and I heard Harold say, “Mind if I cut in?” My ears were ringing, my head throbbing, and I think Curtis mumbled something back, but he released me, pulled his dick from my ass, and stepped away as he and Harold exchanged angry whispers. I was too afraid to turn around and stood where I was, my body shaking, until I was embraced by Harold who held me against him and said, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” I turned and stood on my tip toes as Harold leaned down and kissed me. Not hard and rough, just in a way that made me feel like he wanted me. His breath was an awful mix of cigarettes, liquor, pot, I don’t know what else, but I loved it and felt the heat of desire boil up inside me as I knew it was in him from the bulge now tenting his coveralls. Harold let me go, went over to his book shelf, grabbed the full ashtray, dumped it into a box on the floor, dropped the ashtray in a plastic bag, dug around, dropped a few more things in, grabbed a bottle of brown liquor sitting on the floor, wadded the sheets and blankets on his bed into a ball, tucked them under his arm and said, “Come on.” I followed Harold through the door into the bathroom that connected his room to Curtis’ office. He asked if I had to go, but I just looked at how dirty and messy I was, shook my head no and said, half asking, “But my clothes?” Harold just smiled and said, “You don’t need your clothes,” so I then followed him out the other door and into Curtis’ office. I was afraid I would see Curtis, but Harold said, “Don’t worry. He’s gone for the night. Home to the old lady.” Harold opened a small door in a back corner and said, “Follow me,” and he started climbing. There were metal rungs protruding from the cinder block wall and as I stepped in and looked up I saw Harold unlatch and push open a panel and then climb out onto the roof. Harold reached down and lifted me up through the hatch and onto the roof and I immediately jumped around and swore as the hot surface burned my bare feet. “Oh shit, sorry beautiful, my fucking bad. Here, stand on these.” Harold dropped the blankets, I quickly jumped on them, and stood naked in the hot, humid air. It was night out. I don’t know what time exactly, but the only real light was coming from the moon and the strip mall parking lot lights. I could see other stores, restaurants, and the interstate and could hear the rumble of trucks and cars and the sounds of life. There was a slight breeze, which felt so good, but then I remembered I was still naked and squatted down. Harold laughed, “Ain’t no one can fucking see you. Look. The side of the building is high enough that hell, you’d have to be climbing the dam light pole to see up here. I thought you might enjoy a little change of scenery, what do you think?” I looked around, smiled, and said, “Thank you. I do. This is great.” I then watched, hungry for this man, as Harold dug around in his bag, pulled out some stuff, lit a joint, hit it, then handed it to me before he unzipped, kicked his boots off, slid his overalls off, and wiggled his boots back on. When he was done, Harold put his fist on his hips and posed like a fucking super hero, and said, “Bow before your Mandingo Warrior God, serve the supreme black man,” making me choke and laugh and lose the smoke I had in my lungs. I hit the joint again as Harold had me step on his coveralls, he then stepped over to a blue tarp that was being held down by several concrete blocks, set the blocks aside, pulled the tarp back, took the blankets and laid them out on top of a mattress that had been under the tarp. “I like to sleep up here sometimes,” Harold explained, “I just need the space, you know?” I quickly stepped over to the mattress and sat down beside Harold. Fuck every time he smiled at me I wanted to melt. What was that? Harold pulled the liquor bottle out, a couple more joints, he offered me the bottle while he lit up, then he plopped back on the mattress, letting out a big sigh and a stream of smoke. This was my first chance to really get a good look at him naked, so I took it. I laid on my side and tentatively reached out to touch his torso, but stopped, not sure if I should. Harold took my hand, held it in his and set it on his stomach. The heat radiating from his body was hotter than the roof! Harold removed his hand, hit the joint again, put his arms back and up over his head stretching out like a big cat, a lion, a true king. I slowly ran my left hand up and down his stomach, over his chest, outlining all the various tattoos that marked his skin as well as various scars – large and small. The dog tags around his neck felt cold, even in the heat of the night. When I touched his side he chuckled. A little – ticklish – hmmm. Harold tilted his head back letting me have access to his neck and the angel wing tattoos that wrapped around it. I raised my left leg and laid it on top of his, my knee brushing his dick, which twitched and grew a little. Harold sighed again, rolled onto his stomach, and let me explore his back. I straddled his lower back and began to massage him, his muscles giving way under my fingers as he enjoyed his 420 and my touch. After a while Harold rolled back over, flicked what was left of his joint away, pulled me against his body with his left arm so I was half laying on his chest, and began to ask me questions about myself. I was reluctant to answer after all that happened, but I felt safe with him, so I told him everything about meeting Brett and Pa at the campground, and then ending up at Roxies, and Curtis, and the theater, everything – well almost everything as I left out the part about Curtis and his blood needle. I realized as I was telling him about the theater his long dick had swelled, the foreskin pulled back, the head was glistening with precum. I could not resist and scooted down a little so I could taste it, and lick it, which made Harold grab my head, “Swallow that shit.” I sucked him for a little bit, went back to lying on his chest, and it was Harold’s turn. He told me he was a mechanic in the Army, had done a few tours overseas, been shot up a bit, which explained the scars on his chest. He and Curtis had grown up together and while Curtis had gotten into the wild shit over there interrogating the terrorists, he was content fixing shit. When he paused I asked, “Are you gay?” This got a big laugh and Harold said, “Oh, nothing like that beautiful. Like I told you, I like a good boy pussy, and yours is well….well you can see what just talking about it does to me. I had a girl before I got shipped off, but I was different when I came back, so was she. Curtis has been good to me, took me in, gave a job, place to crash, and working here there’s always a willing mouth or ass if I need to bust. But honestly, those are just holes to nutt in. You beautiful are more than that, you are pussy. Look how you make my dick swell. Go ahead, touch it, stroke it, feel that big black shaft.” Harold’s dick was definitely longer and thicker than Curtis’ and I liked tugging on his foreskin. I was uncut too, which was unusual for guys my age and got me plenty of ridicule in the locker room. After several minutes of stroking his dick, I could not believe how big it looked. “Fuck, that’s like a fucking horse dick! I can’t believe I took the whole thing!” I said. Harold reached over into his bag, pulled out a bottle of baby oil and said, “Here, see what you can do with this.” I took the bottle, turned the cap, dribbled some baby oil on Harold’s chest and took my time rubbing it over his body, glistening him up from head to toe. I then squirted some onto his dick, making him sigh and his dick throb and pulse in my hand like a garden hose with a kink in it. Harold’s head was back, and his eyes closed, as he enjoyed the attention so he was surprised when I straddled his torso, reached behind me, made his dick even slicker, and guided it towards my ass. “You want me to fuck you? You want to ride my dick? It takes me a long time to cum in this position, but it stays fucking hard. Will you keep it in? Let me work that ass with my 3rd leg? Yeah – FUCK YEAH! Look at me, keep your eyes open. I want to see your face as you sit on it, feel it stretch you open. I’m a freak beautiful, so I’m up for ANYTHING, are you?” I just smiled as I grabbed Harold’s slick dick, tried to get a firm grip, and leaned forward so I could angle it into my waiting hole. Harold did not move. He let me guide it to my ass and when I was ready I pushed and felt it slip inside my ring. I only let the head go in, then pulled off, slid the head back in, pulled off, then did it again. After a few times of teasing his dick like that I knew Harold wanted more as his cock was literally quivering in my hand. The feeling of a hot man’s dick pulsing in my hand with every heart beat was un-fucking believable! I threw my head back and bounced up and down on his raw dick as hard and deep as I could. When my legs began to tire Harold started bucking his hips, thrusting into me, preparing my hole. I was surprised when my own orgasm overwhelmed me and as my dick spewed wildly across Harold’s chest, my ass clamped down like a vice and I tried to push off his dick as it suddenly hurt and I was too sensitive. Harold grabbed my waist, held me tight, and I leaned forward onto his chest letting him angle up into my ass walls, flesh smacking flesh. “Ready for that Louisiana cream pie beautiful?” Harold asked. “LET ME EMPTY THAT NUTT IN THAT PUSSY. TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT IT. UP IN THAT STOMACH? WANT THAT NUTT UP INSIDE YOU? THAT’S IT BEAUTIFUL, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT, OH GOD DAMN, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE…..SHIT…” As Harold started to shoot I leaned back and bounced harder and deeper onto his dick. I had to have it and kept riding him until he finally made me stop. I laid against his chest and as I started to slide off to the side, he rolled our bodies so that his dick was still inside me. I felt embarrassed and guilty for some reason, and tried to hide my face against his chest. Harold said, “Don’t be shy beautiful,” and he slid his finger through the trail of cum leaking out of my ass, licked it, then gave me a taste, “That’s me and you – all that – just me and you – you like us?” What could I say? I had never felt to safe, so secure, so loved in all my life and wiggled and pushed my ass against his dick. Harold kissed my neck, my forehead, my lips, “You got my babies now you sissy cunt. I think that pussy is ready for the next step,” he said. Harold and I spent the rest of the night up on that roof, fucking, talking, loving. Right then I thought I knew what love was, and I relished it. Not just the feel of his body against mine, inside mine, but the feel of him in my soul. Wait, what did Harold mean about my pussy being ready for the next step? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 5: Glory Hole Beat Down **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

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.

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

Hooked with guy who I chatted a while. He wanted to fuck me. No problem. On my way over he asked if I minded if he had a black guy there. Again no problem - bonus. As soon as I get in we strip. The one guy gets on the bed the me and the black guy follow him in. I start suckin the white guy and black starts to fuck me. Eventually the white guy is fuck the black guy whose fucking me. Then the white fuck me and come. Then the black guy fuck me and comes. Nice cummy ass.

Arranged to meet a guy from facebook to breed me - yes- facebook! -unfortunately he got held up and couldnt make it - went on to Grindr and was messaged from a guy a few kilometres away saying he wanted to give me a load - as i was already expecting a load from the other guy I thought why the hell not. Within 5 minutes he was at my door - we were naked in minutes - I sucked him to get him hard - then he put me against the wall - rammed his cock into my pre-lubed hole - thrusted hard about 10 times and then unloaded in my ass. He got dressed and I let him out. The whole thing was over and done in less than 15 minutes! My hole was left dripping cum!

Four hours later my phone rang. My friends wanted to go for breakfast and then have a look at the pride festival around the corner. Usually, I can’t handle anything less than eight hours of sleep, but my dick all-but commanded me to get up and join my friends. You see, I hadn't cum the night before, so essential horniness awoke me enough that I could meet with them. Looking into the mirror I had knew I had looked better, even if I was somewhat proud of myself. Overall I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, caked with cum, hair gel and who knows what else. My knees were scraped-up from kneeling on the ground for an extended time, my hairy legs were covered with dried cum, my hole was also a mess, but my jock saturated with dried precum. In addition I noticed the sheets were stained with white and even some red. 'Not a good sign', I thought to myself, grinning internally, as I remembered a statistic I had encountered, that on average, every 30th load bites. Thinking back, I thought I had taken 15 or so loads the night before, which was far from 30, but the intensity of the sex play, and blood stains suggested the probability was somewhat higher than average. Was it too late to catch myself and return to the good side? I jumped into the shower and sat on the shower bench, letting the water pour down on me as I fingered my hole. A little more blood, as well as more cum oozed out. My cock got hard. “Fuck it!” I thought. It was probably too late anyway. Getting out of the shower, somewhat cleaner, I dried myself, pulled on another jock, a T-shirt and some jeans and ran out the door to catch-up with my friends who were waiting in the lobby. “What happened to you? You look really tired,” was the gist of their greeting. Someone else asked “Didn’t you leave early?” I mumbled something about a noisy party next door and a bad hangover. They left me alone. We walked over to a nice place where we could sit outside and look at the farmer’s markets. We had a nice breakfast, but all I could think of was cocks, dicks, cum and being poz. We went and had a look at the pride festival. Heaps of stalls, men and beer. Being on holidays, a beer at 11:00 was totally justified. We each paid for a round, so life was good. Started chatting with a couple of guys, the atmosphere relaxed and a little cruisey. My single friend started an intimate discussion with a twink and disappeared, and my friends who were couples were getting bored, so I sent them on their way and promised to meet up later. I kept wondering around and ended up at the tent for the national AIDS council. Condoms and brochures everywhere. A mid 30s, tall blonde stud was discussing treatments with one of the volunteers. A sexy guy in his early 20s, dark hair, blue eyes approached me. “Are you alright there?” “Yeah thank you” I stumbled. “Are you informed about protection? Do you have any questions?” “Ah thank you” I blushed. “Big couple of nights recently, not sure whether I need protection anymore...” “Oh really? Sorry to hear that” ”No no it's fine. Guess for some it is their destiny.” “Maybe. Maybe not. You think you are already infected?” I began to tell him about the last two nights and as I did I noticed an increasing bulge in his crotch. When I finished my story, somehow I wasn't terribly surprised when he commented with a broad smile, "So, you were quite the slut!” As I sputtered a reply he continued saying "You don’t look at all like it. I love your innocent looks and the inside piggyness. I got pozzed to years ago. A condom broke, but I have no idea who it was. Would have loved to be aware of when it was happening.” “Oh, I assumed all you guys are negative." "Hell no. Most of us are poz. And some of us are here to make new friends. Some of mine stopped talking to me after they found out I was poz.” “That’s heavy” I replied. “Yeah, but we are a club here now.” “Once you are diagnosed, you are very welcum to join” he winked at me. “Only then? No possibility to join earlier?” “Well there is an option,” he replied, explaining "One of the members needs to vouch that the diagnosis is inevitable.” “And how does he do that?” “Special one on one time” his eyes now looking devilishly at me. I was rock hard. This hot twink wanted to poz me! Should I risk it? What were the odds? What did I have to lose? Would I regret it, if it turned out I was already infected and said no now? I grinned and asked “How do I sign up?” “Come with me.”

I wasn't exactly given a choice. I was 22, he was mid-40's, muscled, and hot. It was my second time having sex, ever. I went to Chute to try and score some parTy supplies, but it was dead, and out of nowhere this black muscled daddy appeared next to me in the video room... I was solo til he came in. He asked me to stand up, I did, and turned me away from him before he loosened my towel and let it drop. He had no towel, naked aside from a thick silver cockring and black boots. Next thing I know he is right behind me, big thick cock rubbing up and down my asscrack, and his arms around my chest while he played with my nips. Told me his time was just about up and asked Mr to follow him home. I asked if he partied and he said he did and had supplies at his home, so I agreed. He kept asking to bareback me, I repeatedly said safe only since it was only my second time... he put a huge shard in the water pipe and told me to smoke it all up. I needed to get on his level. He asked if he could take a few pics of me on all fours and I was so spun by then I agreed. He then tongued my hole... He went to his bathroom and came back with a jar of Vaseline. And started playing with my hole using the Vaseline. I was too busy hitting the freshly loaded water pipe and watching a T.I.M. DVD he put on for me that I never checked to see if he had rubbered up... he of course didn't, ignoring my earlier refusal to being barebacked. Anytime I tried to look back, he would push me down into the bed, so my chest was flush with it, or would lean forward with his chest on my back and whispering how hot a fuck I was in my ear, telling me how tight, warm, wet, and deep, my hole was.

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

Sounds like how we all get started barebacking. I tell wanna be bb's that it's a slippery slope once you try it because the feeling, risk excitement and dirty element are just too powerful to overcome. When most.of the world wants to play safe and not want anything they can't get rid of, it feels sexy hot walking around knowing you fuck how they could only dream to.

So fuckin twisted. Think that's the hottest story I'ver ever read...

I agree with melvin0095 that is a very hot story. Getting a good poz load when you don`t expect it is hot.

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.

Cannot get enough cum. Have a stud shot his load down my throat is the next best thing to having it in my ass. Will also take it from a condom, lick it off the floor, eat it out of a dog bowl, or another cumdump's hole.

I love sucking the cock covered with jizz and ass juice after getting my ass fucked

mmmm! Wish I was at this theater right now! Thanks!

Eventually they let me go. I stumbled to a seat, pulled-up my underwear and jeans and sat there, feeling like a pig, as cum soaked through my clothing, only to be absorbed into the seat cover. Men came and went, watching the movies and drinking cans of beer. I guess I must have drifted off 'cause when I awoke it was late in the evening. The cinema was still full, but the clientele had changed. There were more older men, rough looking, some looking like they hadn't washed recently. I asked a guy next to me the time, and what was going on. He replied the cinema had a special reduced price once a week for retired guys, or guys on benefits, real trolls, and that meant most other guys stayed away. As I looked around I realised I was the youngest guy in the cinema, and the I was surrounded by guys who were watching me as much as watching the film. I also noticed several of the men were jerking themselves, cocks protruding from stained trousers beneath their fat bellies. My throat went dry and I felt my own cock stiffening in my pants. A man in an old jumper offered me his fat cock and I leaned over to suck him. His cock tasted salty and his groin smelled of piss. That was apparently a signal to the rest of the men, because within seconds there was a free-for-all, and I was theirs for the taking: I was surrounded, hands investigated my body, slid under my shirt, felt-up my chest, and even went so far as to jerk the cock in my mouth. I grunted with approval, only to find a bottle of poppers had been thrust under my nose. Next my shirt was gone and rough fingers pinched my nipples. I staggered to my feet, sensing this was too much, and aghast I had allowed old, bloated wretches to take command of my body, but at the same time the poppers were swirling in my brain and I nearly fainted. Hands grabbed my arms to steady me and someone whispered. "Steady kid, we 'aint gonna hurt you." They dragged my trousers and pants down, and I heard them hiss with anticipation as my cock sprang up stiff as a poker. Immediately, a balding old man bent and took it in his mouth, his lips encrusted with cold-sores. "Nooo!" I instinctively murmured, even as I thought his services felt excellent. Then a man in the row behind leaned forward and kissed me, his unshaven face rubbing against mine, and his tobacco breath in my nostrils. His shirt was open, and he guided my hands to his fat, sweaty tits which sported rings in the nipples. Slowly, ever so gently, he pulled me forward until I was bent over the seat back where somehow I found his heavy, veiny cock in my mouth. He stroked my hair in a strangely gentle way as he simultaneously reached back, pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my arsehole. I felt other hands on my hips and looked back to see a man old enough to be my grandfather leering at me with a gap-toothed smile. Before I could react, his cock was sliding into me as the fat man held my shoulders down onto the seat back. "P..please.. stop," I gasped, "let me go!" I felt the cock in me swell and throb as it came and the fat man bent and whispered into my ear "You're a good boy 'ain't you? You want to look after us don't you?" Another cock slid into me carrying god knows what diseases, but his hands were so gentle as they smoothed my hair and his voice was so soothing I could only submit and offer my hole for his use....

I like to cum inside the ass. deep down without the cum being seen. kind of like putting gas in a gass tank. deep down, but you dont see any gas leak out (only a bit once you pull it out). putting cum in the bottoms mouth is okay too.

I love the taste of cum. If he's not depositing his load deep in my hole, then I want it in my mouth. I also like to finger the cum out of my hole and eat it.

Woukd love some more loads guys. Hmu!

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 3: A Little Family Business – William Walter Jefferson Hanscomb III, or “Tre” as he is called by his family and friends, is the nominal head of my firm and a complete douche bag. He is an entitled prick who comes from a wealthy family in Houston, Texas – the River Oaks crowd – and who’s granddaddy made a killing in the oil business. William Jr, Tre’s daddy, tripled the family fortune but instead of another grand leader for the Hanscomb family they got Tre. It was clear Tre did not inherit the family balls, those went to his sister who officially runs the family conglomerate in Houston and Tre got shunted off to DC to run one of the family’s many side businesses and reminds everyone daily how he has been cheated and abused by his family and three ex-wives and is stuck in this – in his words – “God forsaken shit hole of city full of nothing but thiefs.” Tre makes a special point of being extra nasty to me in front of the other staff, and none of them can understand how I take it and don’t fight back, but I brush it off with a smile. What they don’t know is that every chance Tre gets he is on his knees in my executive suite swallowing my infected load, or bent over my desk begging to be fucked. Maybe one of these days I’ll tell the story about how I stealth bombed Tre, who became my cuckold bitch and I added his bloody cotton square to my treasure chest and infected his dumb ass cunt. Since the first night I shot my load of toxic jizz in his mouth and up his ass, he has never once asked me to use or condom or asked my status and I think part of him knows he is sick and infected. I can see it in his eyes, my virus swimming around inside him, his skin has gotten grayish, his face has sunken in a bit from the weight he has lost, he has had several major bouts of what he called ‘just being a little tired,’ but I can tell. There are some days when just looking at him as he steps closer to being a full blown cunt gets my dick hard and I order him to my office to take my cum, ensuring his body never has a chance to recover. Tre will never get tested, he is a chicken shit and too afraid of what he may find out, and quite frankly the cunt is just too damn dumb to put the pieces together, which is fine by me. Earlier this spring Tre came to my office late one night all in a fluster and said he needed my help. I told him to shut the fuck up and lock the door and he could tell me what he wanted to while I shot my load up his ass. Tre pulled his pants down exposing his round ass. He never wore underwear so I had easy access to finger his hole with my right index finger, using my long nail to bloody him up as always, then dry fucked him, making Tre cry out a little and grunt as his ass opened up for me. Once I was balls deep and able to get a good stroke going I said, “Fuck. You sound just like a woman with all that wailing and whining and shit. Maybe if you had learned to be a man you might have kept at least one of your wives, so what the fuck is going on?” “You know my sister right?” Tre asked. “The one in Houston? Well her son is in trouble again the little shit. Christ what he has put our family through – UGHHH EASY PLEASE THAT HURTS!” I slapped Tre upside the head and continued to fuck his ass dry like I wanted as he continued, “Well the little shit just got caught stealing again. Can you believe that? Stealing? He is fucking 20 years old and not worked a day in his life! I guess it was to buy drugs or something since my sister cut him off when he got kicked out of college. I don’t know. Anyways, father worked out a deal with the judge that instead of sending Corey – that’s his name – instead of sending Corey to jail, they sent him to rehab again and then once he finishes his initial detox, they will send him up here to work at the firm and I am responsible for keeping the little shit out of trouble! How the fuck do I do that? The little shit is nothing but trouble and is more of an asshole than his mother!” I had to laugh at that and slammed my balls deep as I infected Tre’s ass yet again and said, “Clearly being an asshole runs in your family. Shut up minute and lick my dick clean like a good cock sucker.” While Tre was tucking his dress shirt into his $3,500 suit pants and I settled back behind my desk, his sick eyes looked at me as he pleaded, “I need your help. I need Corey to work for you. I can’t handle him – no not all – I can’t. I know you can though, you could make him your assistant, you could teach the little shit some manners, and finally learn how to obey!” I laughed again and said, “You mean like I taught you to obey? So is your nephew a cock sucking cunt like you? Does that run in the family too?” Tre’s face got bright red now, his anger getting the best of him as he yelled, “YOU WILL fucking do this for me and YOU WILL NOT TOUCH HIM!!” I jumped out of my chair, grabbed Tre by the back of the neck and pushed him face down onto my desk, banging his face hard, stunning him a little. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the top desk drawer and quickly drove them into the seam of his expensive suit pants, ripping and cutting the fabric as I exposed his ass. I dropped the scissors onto the desk, shoved three fingers inside his cummy hole, clawed and scraped as hard as I could while Tre struggled a bit under the grip of my left hand. My right hand quickly opened my zipper and my 9-inch dick was brick hard and ready to punish the mouthy little cunt and zeroed in on my target. I slammed balls deep as hard as I could and quickly gave Tre another load. I pulled out, wiped my slimey dick across the back of his shredded dress pants, zipped up and said, “You may want to speak to your tailor about that. Pretty sloppy work if you ask me. Get the fuck out of my office!” Tre looked honestly chastised as he wrapped his suit coat around his waist and slunk back to his office and he stayed away from me for the next couple of days. Later that week he came and apologized, asked nicely for my help with his nephew who was scheduled to arrive on a plane the next morning, so I agreed. I had several big projects going so could always use the extra help. Late the next morning Tre knocked on my office door and introduced me to Corey. For a 20-year old he looked rough for his age and the drugs Tre said he had been on had clearly taken their toll as Corey looked as sick as his Uncle, but for clearly different reasons. Corey was dressed in a dirty and stained t-shirt, baggy denim shorts, torn up sneakers that were untied, and was wearing an ankle monitor. His black hair was greasy and stringy and he was taller than his Uncle and about my size. He could have been good looking if he didn’t look like such a train wreck. Introductions were made, I gave Corey the up and down checkout and he boldly gave it right back. Hmmm, interesting. Tre explained how the ankle monitor would go off if Corey left the office building or his new apartment, that he had urine tests scheduled every two days to make sure he stayed clean, and that if he did not show the judge he was committed to working and getting his life together he would end up in jail. Tre then closed the door and I was left with his wayward family spawn. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked Corey as I walked over to my wet bar. He just ignored me, slumped into the oversized leather couch, crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes. I sat down beside him and said, “Look, I think your Uncle is an asshole too – frankly your whole family is – so you and I are in a bit of the same boat on this one. Let’s make a deal, let’s just get through this together, do what has to be done, and get you back to wherever the fuck you want to go, alright?” Corey didn’t say word, just looked at me and said, “You got any cash man? I need to grab some food and though I might hit the sandwich place downstairs. I gave him a $50 and 30 minutes later he was back, slumped on the couch again, and eating a roast beef sandwich. He was acting pretty fidgety too and as I looked into his eyes I saw they were glassy so asked, “How about my change?” Corey hemmed and hawed a bit, so I sat beside him and said, “Look. I frankly don’t give a shit what you do. You hear me? Hang on, I need to piss.” I purposely left the door open to my executive bathroom and stood so Corey had a nice view of my thick meat and piss stream. Straight or gay or whatever, most drugs make your horned as shit, so I wanted to dangle some bait and see if this fish would bite. I walked back into my office with my dick still half way out of my pants to make sure he got a good look before zipping up. I sat back down beside him, real close, and said, “So Corey. You played sports right? Like what? What did you study in school? Tell me what sort of things you’re good at? We’ll see where you can help me.” I grabbed a handful of my dick, shifted it, stroked it twice, and settled in for him to answer. Corey was still not talking so I said, “That’s cool if you don’t want to talk about that stuff. So tell me, how did you make all the money you needed to buy drugs if your family had cut you off. What exactly did you do?” At this Corey sat up straight and replied, “I’ve done what I needed to do.” Just as I had thought, hhhmmm. After he ate, Corey used my bathroom and seemed even more wired when he came out. I knew then he was definitely on something and was biding my time until I knew most folks from the office had gone home before making my move. At about 7:45, a good hour after Corey had crashed, his Uncle Tre came to my office and saw Corey passed out on my couch. He tried to wake him up, but Corey just rolled onto his side. I laughed and told Tre, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of him tonight. Go on home. I know your future ex-wife is expecting you.” Tre shot me a nasty look, shook his head and left. It was now time. I went over and shook Tre and sat him up. He came to for a moment and asked, “Was….was….was that Uncle shit…my Uncle? You….you covered for me man. You’s a good man, thanks, I…I..don’t want to go to jail…I just needed…shit…I just.. no one has ever looked at for me man…..thanks…I….” Reaching into Corey’s short’s pockets I found the baggy that had probably been full when he started and took what was left and flushed it down my toilet. I had not seeded an ass in a few days, and my need to infect someone was raging, and the universe had just handed me a fresh hole to use. Corey was laying on his side again, so I shook him a few more times and did not even get a mumble, the kid was out. Excellent. I adjusted his body so he was flat on his back, slid his shorts down and off, then worked his dirty t-shirt off over his head. Corey was breathing deep and steady and did not stir, so after removing his underwear and his sneakers I stood back to admire tonight’s offering. Yeah he was a bit scrawny and sick looking, looked like he might have a nice size dick, but it was not his body or face I was interested in, I wanted his ass. With little effort I rolled Corey over and kneeled beside him so I could smell his sweet, unused ass. SNIFF!! Yes, a little musky, and I bet it tasted even better. I stood back up, got undressed, hung my suit on my chair, walked into the bathroom and out of my bag pulled a couple of my cotton squares and an index card and a towel. I never knew when I might get a chance to infect an unsuspecting cunt, so I was always prepared. I set my supplies on the floor by the couch, shifted Corey’s right leg to the side so it was dangling off the edge, climbed between his legs, parted his cheeks, and sniffed and licked at his hole. DELICIOUS! As I ate his ass I could feel his pucker twitch and try to pull in like a clam hiding in its shell. Corey barely made a noise as I ate his ass like a fury, my need to infect was so intense now and knowing I had someone beneath me I could use as I willed made my dick drip with cum like acid. It was time for this boy to become a man. I took my right index finger and made sure I gouged his ass ring as I clawed my way in. Corey’s whole body twitched, he moaned loudly, and just in case he decided to wake up, I grabbed the towel, ready to press it over his mouth. I continued to claw at Corey’s ass and his body relaxed, no more moans, no more moving, he was mine. If he had done whatever he needed to do to score money, getting fucked was not it. His assring was tight, so if anything, I bet he had topped men, or maybe sucked dick. Even better. I withdrew my finger, a trail of fresh, hot blood followed, which I scooped up and mixed with a bit of spit to coat my dick. When my dick was nice and wet and sticky, I climbed up on the couch, positioned myself over Tre’s sleeping nephew, lined my dick up with his now torn hole, and gently lowered myself down. Corey’s ass resisted, so I put my full weight on his back, used both hands to spread his cheeks, and pushed with my hips. There was no going back now even if he did wake up as my dick could smell that neg hole and wanted in and I was sure I tore him more as I continued to push in and his pucker gave way. A few loud moans and a couple spasms told me Corey was still alive but hardly kicking as even with me pushing into his ass raw he did not rouse. I took my time feeling the heat from his ass broil my dick while I slid all 9-inches inside. When I was balls deep, I slowly pulled out a few inches and pushed back in, the widest part of my dick opening him up more, his throat letting a small gasp of air escape. My need to infect now was like and army of Titans screaming in my head so I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, 4, 5, 6, strokes and BAM! A steady river of AIDs cum exploded out of my dick and into his neg ass. Holy FUCK! I swear his hole milked me as I came, and as the roar of the Titans should have subsided. They did not and continued to build and build as a second stream spewed right behind the first. While it was not much of a fuck, it was what I need for the moment, so I yanked my dick out hard eliciting another gasp of air from the still knocked out nephew. I sat on the edge of the couch, grabbed one of my cotton squares, and stared in awe and wonder at the reward of my conquest as the bleached white cotton turned red as sin. I got up, made myself a drink, watched Corey sleep for a while and knew when I set my empty glass down I was ready for another round, so I licked my right index finger and started to get that tender hole shredded for more. A few loads later I was satisfied, and the toxic Titans appeased, so I walked into my bathroom and had to smile at the stain of red on my upper thighs and lower torso. Yes, tonight was well worth that $50. Corey was still out, and I still couldn’t rouse him, so I called his Uncle Tre, told him I had to work through the night to finish up for a presentation in the morning, that his nephew was with me and was OK. I grabbed some shut eye on the other couch, awoke a few times through the night to check on Corey, who was still breathing and had barely moved. Whatever the fuck he had taken sure did a number on him. I was up at 5:00 a.m. sharp, had some coffee and breakfast and a clean suit delivered by my assistant who was in at 6:00, and around 6:30 Corey stirred. I was sitting at my desk, reading the NY Times when Corey groaned, moaned, rolled over, sat up, rubbed his eyes, yawned, stretched, and with barely a nod to me stumbled into my bathroom. He did not seem to wonder or care that he was naked, and my suspicions were confirmed from his morning hard-on that he did have a nice dick on him, better than his Uncle for sure. I heard the shower start and a few minutes later I saw Corey standing in the door looking at his hand, and then I noticed what he was holding. Corey had dug around in my bag and found my index card that had his name on it and yesterday’s day - the same index card that had the bloody cotton square on it for my treasure chest that was still damp, red, and covered in the blood from his ass after I fucked him. Corey looked at me, and I’ve seen those looks before – flashes of what they think happened, fear, loathing, excitement, confusion, desire, and need – that in turn made my own need grow again. I rose from chair and calmy walked towards Corey as his face flashed black with anger, his fists clenched at his side. “What…what….did you do?” he asked in a voice that was slightly hoarse. “I didn’t do anything you didn’t want Corey, or need. You need a man to guide you, help you, show you what a father should have shown you, or your piss ass Uncle.” I calmly started to removed my suit as Corey’s eyes watched me. He didn’t move, just stood there with my index card, my treasure, his hands not even trembling. Yes, he wanted it, and needed more, as did I. When I was as naked as Corey was, I walked back to him, put my hands on his shoulders and turned him face first against the door. I pressed my body against his, rubbing my hands up and down his arms, his sides, and then once again spread those ass cheeks to let me in as I thrust my dick into his dry, caked hole. “PULL OUT, PLEASE, I CAN’T TAKE IT, IT HURTS!” Corey pleaded. “It’s supposed to hurt, that way you know you have been fucked like a man, by a man, and connected in a way that no two others can. Let your mind go, embrace what your body is feeling, trust me, this will be the best fucking high of your life and won’t get you locked up. The intense pain, the pleasure, the ecstasy, and when you cum, you will cum with your whole body.” “No stop, please stop,” Corey whined louder. I knew he didn’t mean it, I knew he wanted to feel his ass throb for days afterwards, a reminder of me inside of him, so I gave it to him harder. He was making little sounds like a puppy makes begging for his momma’s teat, so I slid my dick out of his hot ass, turned him away from the door, held his face between my hands and said, “It’s OK to want it, I will give it you more than I already have. Come here.” I eased down onto the floor and laid on my back, my dick rock hard and straight up and coated in fresh blood from tearing his hole open again. Corey straddled my dick and looked into my eyes as I held his hands and guided him down. He threw his head back and let out a big, “AAAAAAWWWWWWW FUCK,” as my dick reentered him and he clenched my hands tight. Corey was still hesitant so I thrust my hips up, burying my dick as deep as I could while Corey let go and dropped his body onto mine. We were once again united. I moved my hips and his body, making the endorphins rush to his brain and whatever pain Corey had felt was now surpassed by pleasure as he started bouncing on my infected dick as hard as he could, his eyes rolled back, his dick flapping up and down with each thrust of our bodies. “You getting close boy? I feel that hole grabbing onto my dick, trying to milk my load out. Is that what you want? Let me hear you ask for it, tell me to cum in you, tell me you want me to breed you, TELL ME YOU WANT TO GET FUCKED LIKE A MAN!!” As I shot gobs of my AIDs laced cum in his hole, I knew he was mine now, just like his Uncle Tre. Some guys feel the need to tell the bottom they are infecting that they are charging them with bio-cum. Not me. Oh they know I bred them, and I know I infected them, but the rest…well words can never truly convey what I just gave them. Corey fell forward onto my chest, panting hard, and as I nestled my still hard dick inside Corey’s cummy, tore up hole, I whispered in his ear, “I think we have come to an understanding yes? I don’t give a fuck what shit you snort, shoot, or take as long as you can control yourself, and if you let me, I can show you how to manage your need – all your needs, including that new one you got scratching at your belly to feel my dick in your ass. More importantly, if you get yourself cleaned up, I think it is time for you to take your right place in your family. You interested? Good, now here’s my plan.” Within 48 hours Corey was a sick as a dog, which his Uncle Tre thought was because he was still detoxing. Well, that was partly true, but I also new my AIDs bomb in his ass had taken, fast and furious, so I stayed with Corey at his place, nursed him through the worst of it, but still continued to fuck him and seed him as I wanted to ensure his immune system was destroyed! Corey got better, he chose to skip any more drugs for now and to focus on pleasing me at the office in every way he could. Time for the next round. Tre had been nagging me like an old woman about Corey and I kept brushing him off, but still made him suck my dick so he would not suspect a thing. It had been about two weeks since Corey had arrived and he had taken to being fucked like a cum hungry slut like a duck to water and had showed some pretty good business skills to boot. I told Tre to come by office around 8:00 p.m., once everyone else had left the office so he could get a progress update on Corey. Right on time Uncle Tre walks into my office, he stops in his tracks, pauses, his mouth drops, his eyes bulge open, and he starts screeching, “What are you doing? Get the fuck off him, get the fuck off him right now!” You see, when he walked in he saw his nephew bent over my desk, naked as the day he was born except for one of my silk ties wrapped around his neck, and me using it like the reins on a horse as I slam fucked his hole raw and with no mercy. I had already cummed in him once, and was working on load number two when Tre walked in, so it was perfect timing. I paused, slid my dick out of Corey’s ass as I backed him away from the desk a bit so only his hands were on the edge now. I walked over to Tre, the funk of his nephew’s hole making my dick all shiny. I grabbed Tre by the back of the neck and said, “Shut the fuck up and get on your knees here and clean my dick. Tatse your nephew’s ass juice!” I looked back at Corey who looked as stunned as Tre and then he got a wicked smile as he watched his Uncle kneel like the dumb cunt that he was and started sucking my dick hard. I let Tre slurp a good minute, then said, “Get the fuck out of that suit or should I play tailor again?” I casually walked back over to Corey and slammed balls deep using his Uncle’s spit for lube. Corey groaned and started trying to ride me as I told his Uncle, “Now crawl over here, wrap those pussy lips around your nephew’s dick, and show him what a good cock sucker you are.” The sounds of Tre sucking his nephew’s dick, and my body slamming Corey’s ass soon filled my office and within minutes Corey was warning us he was going to shoot. “YOU BETTER SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF YOUR NEPHEW’S CUM, YOU HEAR ME! VERY DROP! THAT’S IT – FUCK – I CAN FEEL HIS HOLE PULSING, HE’S CUMMING RIGHT NOW, TASTE IT, LET ME HEAR YOU, TASTE IT – TASTE HIS LOAD!” Hearing Tre gurgling on Corey’s cum sent me over the edge and I blew another load in Corey’s trained hole. Cum and ass juice ran down Corey’s thighs as I pulled out and went into my office’s bathroom to take a piss. I heard a few grunts and angry whispers so took my time to let them work out their family issues. When I stepped back into my office I realized it was all good as Tre was the one now bent over the desk and Corey looked back at me with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen in my life as he rammed his dick up his Uncle’s ass. I went to my bar, poured myself a drink, sat down on my leather couch and watched the show. Tre looked over at me, his face a mix of shame, guilt, and hunger so I raised my glass to him and said, “I think we can all agree now, time to acknowledge the torch has been passed to a new generation of your family and looks’ like you will always be the family BITCH!”

that's how I started getting bred. Chems helped, and I'd get totally twacked out, and seek out ugly fat trolls to breed my shitter. This whole 'romantic' notion of picking the 'right' guy is just bullshit. You're getting pozzed up, it should be by the nastiest, raunchiest, sickest pervs possible.

After getting buzzed a rawhide, I was standing in front of that video store in Chelsea nyc. Blue something. saw some sexy dude who looked like he was down for a nasty fuck, took him too a nice dark street. fucked him raw and came. I was so horny that I was the top when i usually bottom lol.