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Chapter V. I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies now surrounding and devouring my boy. He had two cocks in his ass, one in his mouth, one in each hand, and was already covered with cum, much of which I knew was POZ. I backed out of the room, completely overwhelmed by the raw sex show all around me. I climbed the stairs, providing an overview of the debauchery below. The twin bartenders were tag-teaming a muscle stud on the bar, and the POZ pornstar had five asses turned up in front of him. He would plow one hole for a few strokes and then move onto the next eager bottom. I was mesmerized, but still needed to catch my breath. The bathroom was the first door I opened, and I let myself in. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, seeing my face in the mirror. My cock was shiny from double-fucking my boy and stirring so much cum from other guys that my pubes were clotted with seed. I turned around and saw just how much George had abused my ass with his rough fucking. I pushed out and globs of his toxic load oozed out. I knew it was me in the mirror, but I was different: I was now a cumwhore. And I liked it. The door opened behind me. It was Brad, our hulking sexy hunk host. “You okay,” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I nodded. “You come up here hoping I would follow you?” I wasn’t sure myself what to answer. He approached me and wrapped his muscular arms around me with a tight bear hug. I melted into his furry pecs. He reached around and fingered my gaping hole. “Hope George wasn’t too rough on you. Let me soothe that burning hole for you…” Brad took my hand and let me through a connecting door to the master bedroom. There, on a huge king-sized bed, was my boy, ass up. Brad closed and locked the door behind me. “This way, we won’t be disturbed,” he remarked with a smile. The walls were glass on three sides, overlooking the beach and the ocean. It was a stunning view, but I knew anyone on the beach could look up and see what was happening upstairs. Brad positioned me down next to my boy, face in the mattress, ass up. He pressed the small of my back so it was arched. My boy reached over and held my hand as Brad dove in and started lapping at my hole, sucking out George’s cum, and chewing on me. He got me moaning, which my boy silenced by shoving his tongue down my throat. Brad pulled away from my ass and went to town on my boy’s much more open, much more cummy hole. He got a mouth full of strangers’ seed as he worked his fingers into my ass. He then pried me open and spit those loads into me. My boy might have gotten more dick, but I was quickly catching up to his load count. Brad fingered more cum out of my boy and smeared it onto his huge cock. He leaned forward, all of his masculine weight on my back, and chewed on my ear. “I’ve already bred your boy once, but he wanted to be here for this, sharing in your conversion…” I shivered as my boy reached over and jerked Brad’s cock with one hand, aiming it at my hole, as with the other he pried my cheeks apart so Brad could slip in without any difficulty. And so it was: my hole opened up and took every inch until I felt Brad bottom out. I’d never felt so full, or so resigned to something that I knew I wanted all along. Brad was gentle as he fucked me, with measured pace, and controlled rhythm. I sensed that he wanted this to last, but he might have taken longer because he had, after all, just POZZED my boy. His breathing became shallower and quicker, but his hips rocked forward at a steady pace. “I’m gonna breed you, seed you, convert you, change you forever, make you mine, own your pussy, just like all the others…” With that, he held his hips still, balls deep in me, firing off his POZ cum deeper into my guts than I had ever been bred before. My boy held my head, cradling me, and kissed me gently as Brad slowly withdrew. Brad climbed around and slipped his tool between our mouths, and we both dutifully sucked it clean. Kissing my boy around the cock that had just POZZED us both seemed so right, so natural. Brad bent down and tenderly kissed us both. He excused himself and my boy wrapped himself around me. Notwithstanding the noise from the party downstairs, we both nodded off, and awoke hours later as the sun was rising over the ocean. The house was silent, and only the sound of the waves on the shore filled the room. My boy kissed me, and took my hand as we got up, and tiptoed out of the house. We passed more than a dozen naked guys in the living room, all knocked out, many of them knocked up. We held hands as we walked down the beach, both naked and sore, but both very content with what had happened. We knew we could catch the first ferry to get into the city and see a doctor right away for PEP, but we didn’t. We sat on the shore as the sun climbed higher and higher, knowing that we’d be back at Brad’s getting bred, together, sooner rather than later.

My regular Daddy is 50 years old, married with kids. One day he messaged me, suggesting we meet at lunch. I'm 26, and had been pretty horny all day so I agreed. I met up with him and we engaged in small talk for 30 minutes or so. Then he asked if I wanted to go to one of his construction sites to check out progress. Of course I agreed. As we pulled up to the site I saw about five Mexican laborers working on the ground level of the building. My Daddy showed me around the building and took me to the second floor where he pushed me up against the wall and pulled my shorts down, spit on his finger and shoved it up my ass. It felt good being forced to obey him and surrender to his will. Of course I knew what was coming next. The head of his cock pushed its way through my asshole and filling that empty void with his hot cock. For some 15 minutes he plowed me hard and deep and then, when he was about to cum, he began to pull-out. This time, however, I had other plans for his load. "No," I responded, as I did my best to prevent him from withdrawing. The hunger in his eyes grew wide and excited as he buried himself deep in my ass, pumping his daddy seed deep into me. I don't what I find hotter: the fact that I had been fucked at a construction site or the walk of shame through the workers who obviously knew I was there to get fucked. Either way I was a happy and horny cum dump as I typed this story, especially as I felt his seed leaking out of my ass.

Stan had met many boys through the fantasy club and the ones he took home he often shared with his sons but tonight wasn't going to be the typical night. Stan told Sean to come with him and told Harry to stay with his brother. Stan and Sean went to the family room and Stan sat down and had Sean sit on his lap. The boy looked cute wearing just his pampers but Stan knew they weren't staying on him long. Teddy told Harry what happened so far and Harry stripped down to his jockstrap and picked up the pipe and lighter. As Harry smoked it he had Teddy get between his legs and blow him. Both brothers and their dad were tops but they both bottommed for their dad and Teddy also had to serve his older brother. Harry told him to just suck and lick it until dad's ready with Sean. Stan asked Sean if Teddy had forced him to suck him and Sean said no he didn't. He asked him if he liked sucking him and Sean nodded that he did then whispered that he really liked when Teddy came. Stan wiped some of Teddy's cum that was on the boy's face with his finger and then pushed it into the boy's mouth and watched the hunger in his eyes as he sucked it. Stan said he saw the pipe and asked if Sean liked smoking that with Teddy. Sean said it felt really good and he liked it. Stan opened a box on the table and took out another pipe that he already loaded and told Sean to show him how much he liked it. After the boy blew out a decent cloud he told him to do it again. Once Sean finished inhaling Stan told him to blow it into his mouth and once the boy exhaled and then felt his uncle's lips touch his he melted into his arms. Stan and Sean shotgunned a couple more times making out each time too. Sean felt so good being nearly naked in his hunky uncle's lap. His uncle held his head and used his tongue to conquer the boy's mouth which felt so right to Sean. When Sean felt his uncle's hand squeeze his pamper covered bum he moaned into his uncle's mouth but he nearly passed out when his uncle's finger found the slit that Teddy cut into the diaper and started to rub his hole. Stan stopped kissing and watched the boy's expressions as he rubbed his hole. "Now that Teddy got to turn you into his baby he's gonna want to do it again and probably often, do you want that?" "Yes. I know he loves me and if he wants me to be his baby then I want to do it too. I didn't want him to diaper me before but know I want him to every time I'm here." "Did Teddy make you cum?" "No, but I made him cum." "Harry's gonna be jealous. Or do you want to play with him too?" "Will he want me to be his baby?" "No, Harry isn't into that but I'm sure he is going to want to tie you up, Harry is into dominating guys. And I'm sure you won't be cumming with him either." "Oh, wow, he is so big and strong, if it would make him happy then I'd do it" "You're going to make your cousin very happy. Do you want to make your uncle happy too?" "I'll do anything to make you happy, I love you Uncle Stan!". Stan called out and told his boys to join them. Teddy came out naked and Harry was in just a jockstrap and it barely contained his hard thick cock. Stan whispered into Sean's ear once the boy's sat down and told Sean that he wanted to watch him get on his knees and give his cousin Harry a blow job. As Stan watched his young nephew get on his knees wearing just a diaper he knew that even after he corrupted the boy he'd still look so innocent. At first Sean was awkward and a little nervous but then Teddy got on his knees next to Sean and told him that whenever Harry was home that Harry loved having his younger brother between his knees and sometimes for hours. Teddy told him it was best when Harry held his head and he stepped back as Harry grabbed the boy's head. Stan turned on the TV and a video he wanted Sean to see. He took all his clothes off and sat back down. Earlier in the bedroom when Teddy was sucking Harry they only played a little but now Harry knew he was going to cum fast and seeing little Sean on his knees got Harry moaning. He started to facefuck the boy and loved how his little submissive cousin just accepted it. As he felt he was about to cum he forced Sean's head to swallow his cock and blew his load into the boy's belly. Stan had the boy sit on his lap and lean back onto his chest. He rubbed the boy's nipples and belly and by the time he reached his cock it was rock hard. He stroked it a few times but stopped and told the boy it wasn't yet his turn to cum. He continued to molest him as they watched the video. The older man has just rolled the twink on to his belly and was rimming his ass. As the man licked the twinks boyhole I asked Sean if he ever touched his boyhole and he told us he sometimes would put a finger in when jerking off. Teddy asked Sean if he wanted him to finger him and we all nearly cracked up laughing when Sean said his ass has been begging for it all night. I told Teddy he should show his baby what having his boyhole licked feels like first. We put Sean on all four facing me and I held his face and watched as he felt Teddy's tongue touch his hole. He gasped in pleasure as we looked into each other's eyes. I told him that he was made for this and his boyhole would give him even more pleasure than his cock ever could. He continued to alternate between gasping, moaning and whimpering. On the TV the man had mounted the boy and the boy was begging to be fucked harder and faster. I told Harry to get the bump I had prepared which was much larger and should quickly have the boy begging to be fucked. Harry gave it to Teddy and I nodded to him letting him know to give it to the boy. Sean feeling something enter him and instinctually backed up like a good boy. Teddy went back to licking the boyhole for a minute until I had Sean get back on my lap. "Sean, did you like Teddy licking your boyhole?" "Wow that was the best feeling ever!" Teddy told us that it was the best boyhole he ever licked "Your boyhole and your boypussy will soon be all you can think about. You'll do anything a man wants if he'll lick it or fuck it" "Oh, Uncle I want to be fucked!" And he wiggled his bottom on my cock. "And do you want to be loved or fucked hard and fast even if it hurts you?" "I don't care if it hurts I just need to be fucked." He pushed down harder to feel my cock in his crack. Sean reached his hand down towards his hole but I told him that when he is with a man he needs to wait. I then touched his quivering hole and he begged me to put me finger in but I didn't. "Will you let your Uncle fuck you without a condom and breed you like a little bitchboy?" "Yes!" "And your cousins too?" "Yes!" "And would you let all my friends fuck you and would you be a cumdump for them?" "I want to be your cumdump and Teddy and Harry and anyone you want. Please do me." "Open your mouth". I spit in his mouth and his face turned to shock but he swallowed it when I told him to. I told him he was a good boy and let one finger slip into his burning hot boypussy. He immediately tried to fuck himself on my finger but I pulled it out and brought it up to his mouth and he opened it and once it was in his mouth he started to suck it. I asked if he liked the taste of his boypussy and he rapidly nodded but kept sucking on my finger. I pulled my finger out and told him I'd get more and I fingered him and again let him suck it. I asked if he wanted to suck a cock that had just fucked and bred him and he said he dreamed about doing that. "Tell me that you want to be a slammed up boy slut and you want us to wreck and ruin you." Sean wasn't even sure what that meant but all he cared about was finally being fucked so he repeated what his Uncle told him. Stan then picked Sean up and carried him to his room as it was now time to fulfill a few fantasies.

I've been quite horny lately, so I recently posted an advertisement on Craigslist, as well as posting on all the other mobile sites too. Within minutes of my posting I received a reply from a daddy who to breed me. He described himself as 50 years or more old, and that he had an eight inch cock. He also mentioned he only had a few minutes. I sent him my address and when he walked in he found me on my hands and knees, waiting for him to breed me. His cock was, as described, big, hard, and thick. He shoved himself in, and fucked me for a few minutes before filling me with his load. Then he left, saying he'd be back for more.. As his cum dripped out of my pussy and on to the bed. I jerked off thinking about the encounter. Then I scheduled the next guy. WOOF

Always been Wolverine for me.

Part 3 Dan sat with his head in his hands. I could hear the sobs coming uncontrollably from him, so I leaned in to hug and assure him, saying "Poz or not, I want you to fuck me," adding "Dan, I need you, I need your seed in me." As I then leaned into kiss him, he met my kisses, which became increasingly greedy and ferocious. I assured him I was ok and that I only fucked bareback, so I knew one day I would seroconvert, adding "Who better than from the man I fancy and for whom I have feelings?" "Adam, do you realise what you are saying and asking of me?" "Yes I do," as I calmly took his hand. He wiped his tears away on his arm as I looked deep into his eyes and said "Please fuck me raw. Please cum in me." I then lay my body on top of his, our hard-ons squirming together. As my ass twitched for Dan's meat, I kissed my way down his chest and torso, until I reached his cock, which was glistening with pre-cum which, naturally, I hungrily licked clean. Then, all of sudden, unbidden, I said "Make me your poz boy." My mind was racing, trying to understand why I said as much, even as I leaned over the side of the couch so my arse was exposed, waiting for ready for Dan's eager meat to fuck me. I felt a warm wet tongue licking my arse, which prompted "Oohhhh, godddd that feels good!" I knew this might be the last neg load I shot, but fuck, I wanted this man in me. Then I felt Dan's cock at my hole. He used spit and then procceded to push his throbbing cock in. "Oohhh fuck!" I grunted, as inch-by-inch his poz cock impaled me. When he was balls-deep, Dan leaned to me and whispered "Yeah, fucker. You fell for the tears, as they all do. I'm gonna fucking charge your ass, boy." With that, Dan started fucking me hard and deep saying repeatedly "Yeah, take my poz load, fucker," and, after a couple of minutes, he began slamming me, saying "I'm gonna cum" and "Take my poz babies!" Honestly, I didn't care what he was said as long as his cock was fucking me. Then suddenly he grunted, saying "Here it comes, fucker!" I felt this cock spasm in my arse so I knew he had cum. My own cock shot without any assistance. "Yeah," he said as he withdrew, adding he would continue to fuck me until I converted, and he had made me his. "What do you mean by that?" I asked. "I've always wanted my own little poz boy," he replied. After several months of continuous fucking I became ill. Dan took me to the clinic, where, after blood tests, it was confirmed that I was poz. Dan took care of me during my illness and we settled down to a pretty good life until one night....

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

DJ’s first load in my ass felt like a firehose had gone off, and one full of hot water at that. Oh the joys of being fucked by a 20-year old with a big nine-incher. Like father, like son. I had not been ‘home’, the town where I had grown-up for almost 25 years. There were too bad memories there, but the one bright spot in my life had been Danny and his family who took me in when life at my own house got too bad to take. Danny was two years my senior and, as he had five sisters, he treated me like the brother he never had. I had known Danny and his family all my life and at the age of ten started going to their house a couple of times a week, usually after school or before church meetings. Soon I was staying there on weekends also, and was spending correspondingly less and less time at my own house. By the age of 14 I was living full-time with Danny and his family. The first time I played truth-or-dare with Danny I was 10, and over the years our exploration and experimentation evolved and continued, but it was not something we ever discussed beyond those furtive minutes, late at night in the bedroom which Danny and I shared. I was just finishing up my senior year in high-school when I turned 18 and Danny returned from a short stint in jail – wrong place at the wrong time sort of thing, but it changed him. He was now Daniel, not Danny, and seemed angry and frustrated and often sneaked out to the barn to smoke and drink not caring that his parents knew and how much it hurt them. I missed our time together and, being a good church kid, I hated his drinking and smoking, even as I found I still missed Danny, and found myself trying to spend time with him. But he always told me to leave him alone – until one night. Danny’s – well Daniel’s – parents had gone out of town and it was just us in the house. Daniel had a bottle of some kind of liquor and was doing shots and offered one to me. I refused, but Daniel said, “Just like always, you being the good-fucking son, the one they really want, while I’m the bad one, right? You like that don’t you?” I was hurt, shocked, but also realized what he said was true, so took the glass, gulped the liquor, and staggered as it hit me. Shit! My Christian values fell away as what I wanted more was to be with Daniel again and at that moment was willing to do anything. A couple shots later and I was feeling no pain, but Daniel’s pain only seemed worse. I did not know how to broach the fact I wanted to suck him as he had always been the one to set those rules, but then he suddenly asked “You ever fucked someone? No, I know you haven’t. Wanna fuck me?” I didn’t know what to say as Daniel got undressed, got on his hands and knees on the bed with his ass pointed my way. My dick was rock hard so I fumbled out of my clothes, grabbed the lotion he handed me, and followed his directions on what to do. Soon I was fucking Daniel at a steady pace and while I knew my dick was not all as big as Daniel’s, it seemed to make him happy and within a couple minutes he yelled “OH SHIT – LOOK WHAT YOU DID – YOU MADE ME CUM!” Daniel immediately pulled away, grabbed the bottle, got dressed and left. He didn’t come back home that night, but the next night after we started drinking again, Daniel let me suck him off, and everything seemed okay again. I remember him saying how he just thought of some hot blonde chick on his dick when I sucked him and how much that hurt and I wanted him to just enjoy that it was me, like I did it to please him. Anyways, I swallowed several of his hot loads during the course of that summer before I left for college. Daniel also moved away, and life took us far apart. We chatted on the phone once or twice when he was visiting his parents and I happened to call, but beyond that I did not see or hear from Daniel in over 25 years. I knew from his mom he had in that time had a fling, sired a son, been in and out of trouble, and finally had moved back to our hometown where he seemed to settle down into a quiet, bachelor life. Then I received a call from Daniel's sister, notifying me Daniel’s mom had died, and asking if I could attend the funeral. I said I would and then she told me that with so many kids and grandkids coming to town space was tight, but that Daniel had room and wanted me to stay with him. My heart raced, my ass twitched, I stammered okay, hung up and made my plans. I was so nervous. So much had changed, not only had I embraced the bottom in me, the bottom who ended up poz and got fucked raw as much as I could. No one at home knew about me, and I still jacked off thinking about Daniel, but what could I do? I got on the plane, flying to the nearest airport, which was a three hour dive to my hometown. Upon arriving in the town, I found Daniel lived in a trailer, and when I knocked on the door, there was Daniel, who, although 25 years older, still looked like the same Daniel I knew so long ago. “Hey bro,” Daniel said as he grabbed me in a bear hug and pulled me inside the trailer. “How the fuck you been? Mom’s told me all about the crazy shit you be doing, your job, and places you travelled, wow, wicked stuff huh?” His big grin, those green eyes, same mop of brown hair and big bulge in his pants made me melt and become a giddy teen all over again who wanted nothing more than to please him. “Umm, yeah, been good man, you?” I managed to get out. The next few hours were spent reminiscing about growing up, and me being evasive about my personal life. It was finally time for dinner at his sister’s house with the whole family, so he drove us down in his truck and I spent the next few hours in more hell, and without a drink to be found. Once dinner ended, we drove back to Daniel’s trailer and I was wiped from the long day of travel and having to deal with all this homecoming shit. Daniel told me to get comfortable, I could have the back bedroom, and when I came out in my shorts and t-shirt, there he was with his shirt off, just a pair of Haines tighty-whities and two glasses in his hand with a big smile. “Come on bro, time to chill, OK?” he said. I nervously took the glass, sipped what seemed to be almost straight vodka, coughed, while Daniel laughed and said, “You still an uptight Christian boy? Seems like I remember a few times you didn’t mind drinking?” I blushed, almost choked, and said, “Umm, beer is more my thing.” Daniel kept filling my glass as we chatted and I was not sure if it was the vodka or me, but I could swear his dick had grown in his briefs. My mind was spinning and suddenly Daniel was standing in front of me, his dick pulled through the hole in his briefs and I heard him say, “Truth or Dare?” FUCK! I had taken some big dick, and learned long ago that what I thought was big when I was 18 was far from it, but his big uncut dick still impressed and called to me, and the large drop of precum just balanced on the tip of dick made me lick my lips. “Truth,” I said. I was so fucking scared, and while part of me craved to be with him again, I did not want folks at home to know about me. “OK,” Daniel said looking thoughtful, “How many dicks have you sucked?” What the fuck? I did not expect that and guess it was the vodka talking when I blurted, “More than I can remember or count.” Daniel laughed loud and deep, wagged his dick at me with one hand making that drop of precum fall on my knee as he asked, “OK, truth again, how many guys you let fuck you?” Well that took me aback. Daniel had never fucked me, I had just sucked him off, but again I blurted out “More than I can remember or count.” Daniel set his drink on the 1980’s brass and glass coffee table, pulled his shorts down, and said, “Bend over, this one counts.” I froze, I didn’t know what to. After what seemed like forever Daniel bent over, nibbled on my ear and said, “I know. I’ve been watching your ass slut around online in DC for years now. The internet is a wonderful thing. I may be country white trash but I know how to use the web. I also know you are POZ, but don’t worry, I’m just going to recharge you, as I have been poz since my stint in jail and fuck, probably gave it to you, now GET THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS DICK – I’VE BEEN WAITING TO FUCK YOU FOR TOO LONG!” In a stupor I stood up, pulled my shorts down, and soon Daniel was fucking me like I had always imagined, deep, raw, and with a hot poz load. Daniel shot several loads into me, including one in the back yard with me bent over his picnic table. I was afraid we would be caught, but he reminded me we were in the middle of fucking no where, so I needed to simply take his load. Relaxing my hole, I milked his dick, and took every drop. The night ended with me in Daniel’s bed, his dick in my ass, his last load of the night seeping into my raw hole. I woke up a few times during the night and Daniel’s dick was still nestled at my hole, hot, sticky, just waiting. At the first crack of dawn, as the morning light glistened off the dew on the windows, I pushed my ass back onto Daniel’s dick to let him know I was ready for another load. Daniel’s hard dick was soon dripping precum up my wet hole as I sat on him, riding him hard, my legs straddled over his hips, my hands on his chest for leverage. Just as we were wild and freaky I heard a noise and stopped cold. “Hey Pops, what’s up?” a voice boomed as the bedroom door banged open and I froze, staring at Daniel, or what/who Daniel was a long time ago. Daniel laughed as our intruder proceeded to casually sit on the edge of the bed with a smile that said “GOTCHA!” I rolled off Daniel’s dick onto the farthest side of the bed, wrapping the sheet around me, as Daniel yanked the sheet away and said, “Fuck man, this is DJ, don’t worry, DJ has been looking forward to your visit.” DJ? Daniel Jr.? Shit! I had never met Daniel’s son, but here he was in the flesh and the duplicate copy of his father. DJ held out his hand and said, “Please don’t get up on my account. Knowing Pops, he’s been up in your ass all night.” I shook DJ’s hand, shrunk back on, my side of the bed as Daniel grunted, and started to roll towards the side of the bed as DJ stood up and started to undress. I lifted myself up on my left arm to object when Daniel paused, leaned back towards me and said in a voice laced with eagerness while nodding toward’s his son, “I’m going to make breakfast. You’re going to need some protein after DJ here is done. Trust me, this boy puts my fucking to shame, and I have been training that dick for years. He’s bigger than me, fucks harder and longer, and cums twice as much, so does his Poppa proud.” As Daniel made his way out to the kitchen, DJ walked to the end of the bed, climbed up, pushed my legs backs, lined his big cut dick with my hole and said, “Pops has always said you were the one that got away, not no more, no, now let me in there and see what the old man has left behind!”

As lungfucker said, make sure you don't get any popper fluid on your nostrils. I made the same mistake and had sores for about a week. Had to explain where those came from. Had to invent a story as well. Plus it is pretty annoying.

I experience symptoms such as a very hard cock, a throbbing sensation in my cock, loss of inhibitions and 10 times out of 10, end up with a pool of cum on my stomach. But seriously.. Sometimes I get a cough not unlike the cough I have after smoking a lot. But it goes away within a few hours. Some guys I've been with won't use them because of headaches. I've never had that problem.

This one might be a bit out of left field because he's not a well known cartoon character. But there's a PS4 game that I have called inFamous and I always found the main character, Delsin, to be extremely hot. The CGI is so amazing in that game that he actually looks real. Here are a few pictures... His animation and voice IS based on a real life video game "actor" named Troy Baker, but the animated character looks very different than the real life actor. The similarities are very subtle.

ALWAYS commando, makes it easier to get my pants pulled down and fucked but MOST importantly it allows the cum to freely running all down the inside and back of my legs afterwards

White top, black bottom...very hot!! http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=nmtOb-G104-#.Vd001vZVhBc

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'What the fuck did I just do?' I thought. I had just let a stranger fuck me bareback and now he just told me he had filled my ass with poz spunk. Fucking strangers bareback was like playing Russian roulette but a lot more fun. You never know if there was a live round in the chamber and now I had had a live round fired up my ass. I looked around the room wondering if they were all poz. "We're all toxic, cumbag and you're going to get at least one load from all of us. Check out the screen" and he pointed to a TV on the wall. It was my ass on the screen. He had written neg cunt for poz spunk with an arrow to my fuck hole. Then I saw someone make a mark for the first load. I started to say something but he had his cock up to my mouth telling me to lick it clean. His cock tasted like ass and cum and it was getting me even more excited. He growled "Smile fuck pig. This is a live cam show! Now, beg for more poz seed." Why was the thought of getting my ass used as cum dump for poz seed getting me so turned on? And doing it on a live cam show. All I knew was that I was craving to be fucked and pozzed, so I found myself responding "Yes, fuck my cunt with your poz infected cock and fill me up. Plant that bug deep in my ass. I want all your toxic poz sperm in my ass." Another cock was rammed up my ass. It hurt like hell but I loved it. "I've got a weeks worth of cum saved up for you, cumbag" he snarled as he rammed his hard rod deep into my fuck hole. Unbidden, words came from my lips: "Give it to me hard and deep. Fuck yeah, ram your poz infected fuck stick into my cunt and plant your seed good and deep! Bug my hole, you mother fucker! Fill my cunt with that satanic toxic poz spunk." His pace slowed as he let out a deep guttural moan and I felt his balls release their full load of spunk in my ass. I reached between my legs and squeezed his balls, commanding "Every last drop, mother fucker!" I kept his balls in a firm grip until he was thoroughly drained. He came around and presented his cum-and-ass-slime coated cock for me to clean-up. Which, of course, I did. Even as I did so, however, another cock had been shoved up my ass. It must have been huge and I gasped. As I was trying to catch my breath someone else went down on his knees in front of me, spread his ass cheeks, and commanded me saying "Lick my fuck hole, you faggot pig." I started licking his ass probing it with my tongue. He pulled away for a second so I could get a look at his fuck hole. A bio hazard tattoo surrounded his fuck hole, the tissue of which was swollen and had obviously been fucked a lot. He pushed his ass back into my face. "Lick my toxic bug infected hole, yeah, get your tongue in good and deep." His ass was sweaty and strongly smelled, so I hesitated, but when he grunted "Clean my shit hole good you faggot fuck pig," I slid my tongue in his hole, even as my ass was being pounded hard and deep. Some one grabbed my head and thrust a cock into my face, saying "Spit on that fuck stick and lube it up." I did as I was told. It was a nice cock about seven inches in length. There was a scorpion tattoo on the top of the shaft and lightning bolt tattoos on the sides. The shaft was thick but the head was huge. I started to put it in my mouth to suck on it but he pulled away saying "Not yet bitch. You can lick it after I fuck that sperm dump you been lickin'." With that he straddled the guy whose ass I had been licking and pushed the big cock head into the toxic fuck hole. He had to push hard to get that monster cock head in but finally he managed and his whole cock slid in up to his balls which were bigger than any balls I've ever seen on a man. "Now lick my balls while I dump my toxic seed in this cum dump." I did as I was told licking his huge sweaty balls. The guy pounding his cock in my cum pit slowed his pace and held it in as deep as he could get as his balls released a torrent of hot toxic sperm deep in side my fuck canal. I could feel his cock head pulse over and over again as he just kept squirting more and more of bug infected cum up my ass. I could feel his hot seed running down my balls as it leaked out past his cock with each pulse. Someone wiped the cum off my balls and smeared it all around the ass, balls and cock that were in my face. Greedily I consumed it all. No sooner was the spent cock withdrawn from my cunt was it was replaced by another that felt like it was almost as large as the previous cock. Meanwhile the bull who had his ass in my face let out a moan and emptied his balls into that toxic bug hole, moaning "Oh fuck that feels good." Then he withdrew his cock and presented his slimy, cum and ass juice covered cock, for me to clean-up. As I took it into my mouth I noticed he was still drooling cum as he ordered "Time for you to give some back fuck pig! Stick your negative cock in that poz bug pit." Now I just love sticking my cock in a cum filled fuck hole but I also love licking cum from a freshly fucked ass. There was cum dripping out of his fuck hole and it just looked so fucking hot. I leaned forward to lick it but was grabbed roughly. "What the fuck do you think you're doing piggy? Did you hear anyone ask you to lick that poz pit? Don't worry you'll get as much bug juice to drink as you can handle! Now, fuck that bug hole!" I straddled him and slid my cock up his infested cum pit. This left my ass exposed and I was immediately rewarded with another cock in my ass. "Ohh fuck yes" I gasped, adding "Fuck me with another poz infected dick, man. Fuck me! Bug my hole with your poz injector death stick." "You like that AIDS maker in your ass faggot?" "Yes, infect me with your AIDS bug!" My cock was ass deep in poz ass as my own ass was being pounded. I pushed back against the cock in my ass so I could work my own cock in and out of the bug hole I was fucking. Each time I pushed my cock in I could feel the bug infected poz cum being forced up inside my dick. I imagined millions of poz bugs clambering to get inside me to feed on my balls from the inside. The pozzer in my ass rammed his cock in balls deep and ground it around in circles. The guy I was fucking was pushing back so I couldn't move in and out of his ass. He tightened his ass on my cock as I felt the fuck stick in my ass start to pulse and I knew I was getting another load of faggot death in my ass. The sensations were so intense. This was the most incredible sex I had ever had. I felt the cum in my balls boiling and ready to erupt. "Oh my fucking God" I grunted as I unleashed burst after burst of my cum into the poz-infected fuck pit.

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

Part 2 Tingling sensations raced up and down my arms, and then my whole body began to feel little electric shocks. He held my arm as I stood there, looking at his handsome rugged face, all the time feeling like I was about to fall again, and sure enough, as I lost my balance and fell against him, I was not so out of it that I neglected to move in for the kill by pressing my lips against his mouth. He was no less greedy for me, 'cause his tongue met mine, as we mutually explored each other's mouth. He also wrapped me in his embrace, torso to torso, crotch to crotch, as our kisses became more frantic. Even through his (admittedly) skimpy) shorts, I could feel his throbbing cock. I did my best to squeeze his cock with my crotch, and he responded by moaning in between kisses. After a couple of minutes, we parted and I assisted him in removing his his shirt. As I expected, his body was all muscle and quite rugged. Again he leaned in for the kill, as he gestured for me to get naked. In seconds I had stripped-off all my clothing, and my cock throbbed and stood at full as he virtually ripped off his shorts. We ground our erections against one another, and I explored his body with pleasure. Breaking off the kiss, he asked "Are you sure, boy?" "Yes, I'm sure," I replied, and with that he pushed me down on my knees, directing my open mouth to his massive cock meat. I didn't care if it hurt or whether I could get the whole thing down, I simply eagerly sucked on him, taking his cock down my throat, bit by bit, until I had successfully deep throated him. He moaned with pleasure, as he also held my head in such a way as to force me further down the shaft. Finally he let me off, and I took the opportunity to say what I had been thinking for several minutes "Please, fuck me, fuck me, please." He then stated "I only bareback, boy." I was beyond caring - I wanted his meat in my ass, and quickly. So I smiled my approval, and he directed me onto the sofa. I liberally kissed his body as his breath became increasingly ragged, and occasionally, when I kissed a particularly sensitive part of his body, he would his torso would buck off the sofa, as he moaned in delight. Then he suddenly stopped, and for a split second I wondered if I had done something wrong, but no, he pushed me away, saying "We can't, we can't, such a sweet boy like you. It wouldn't be right to do this with you." "Why not, please, why not?" I murmured, as I kissed his rugged chest. He then came out with it: "I'm HIV positive." I immediately recoiled from him, my brain analysing what he had said to ensure I had understood him correctly.

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

Disclaimer for my shitty writing, but everything written here is true. The first time I had bareback sex was also the first time I ever had sex. After graduating from college in 2010, I moved to NJ for grad school. I created an account on Planet Romeo to meet up with the local guys, but usually it was just for a quick blow job here and there. After a few months, a guy messaged me, and specifically stated he was interested in my ass. At first I was a bit hesitant, but I desperately wanted to pop my anal cherry, so I made plans with him. We first met at a grocery store parking lot. He jumped into the passenger seat of my car and we started chatting to break the ice. I wish I could remember his name, but honestly he might not have even told me. He said he owned a painting company, working with clients and builders in the area. I couldn't take my eyes off this tan Latino man with dark glittering eyes, and a tight solid body. Maybe he knew I was a novice, he grabbed my thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze, which got me rock hard. I told him that I had no lube or condoms, so he left the car momentarily to pick some up from the grocery store. After getting the essentials, we made our way to the motel. He grabbed a room, and I followed behind, my dick still hard. We began making out and getting undressed, no time wasted. I dropped to my knees and sucked his dick, doing my best to get him hard and wet as possible. He then threw me on the bed and we assumed the missionary position. My ankles were around his neck as he slowly pushed in, and he seemed to know how slow to enter into me. At the moment I was too focused on overcoming the pain, and pressed my hands against his chest to guide him. "Is this your first time?" He asked. "No," I lied, "It's just been a while. Can you get the lube and condoms?" He brought over the lube and we tried again. "I like it. Your hole is really tight," he said. I grinned a little, but mostly grimaced, but he finally was inside my ass all the way. Let the fucking begin! But at that moment, I just remembered, he was not wearing a condom. "Can you wear a condom?" I asked, looking up at him as he slowly fucked me. "Just a sec. If I pull out now, you'll be too tight to fuck later." I nodded, that kinda made sense. We began kissing, and I got lost in the sensations of his cock in my ass and tongue in my mouth. He gradually built up the momentum, and he soon began pounding my hole. Everything felt amazing, I enjoyed the way he varied his motions and speed, and also how he kissed me deeply. He slowed down after a little while and he asked me how I felt. I kissed him in response. "I think I might have forgot to mention something to you." He said while looking down at me. "I'm married. You okay with that?" I didn't know how to respond to that. I was a little shocked to hear it, but wondered why the awful timing. "To a guy?" I asked dumbly. "No, I'm no fag. To my wife." He said. He explained how he was discreet, but was looking for a fuck buddy on the side. He wanted someone he could call up anytime and fuck whenever he wanted, on his terms. "So, are you interested?" He said all this to me while he was on top of me, fucking me slowly. My cock got even harder, and I felt I was losing myself to the moment. "Fuck yeah." I gripped his arms and squeezed my ass around his dick. He pumped harder and asked, "You want to be my bitch?" It felt like dirty talk. "Yes, please. Fuck me." And fuck me he did. He quickened his pace and pounded my ass harder. He pinned me down with his body, so that I was unable to push him away if I wanted to. He finally came, groaning in my ear and collapsing on top of me. I felt my dick pulse too, sandwiched between our bodies. Then I remembered, he was not wearing a condom. I freaked out in my head, and freaked out even more for committing myself to be this man's bitch, whatever that meant. After we finished cleaning up, he made a big deal about having my phone number on his cell. He said if I ever get a call from his number, it might be his wife. If I answered, he told me to lie to his wife, and say that I was a client of his company. We parted ways and never met up after that. He reached out to me occasionally, but I was still too freaked out to even respond back. I still look back on that afternoon fondly, and I feel my fetish for barebacking came from this first fuck. My second fuck was also with a married man, which I will save for a later date, if you guys are interested.

Years ago, when I first started using poppers, and using them heavily, I had a very unfortunate side effect. I was not aware of just how caustic they were/are. I was apparently sloppy with my huffing, and must have gotten some of the liquid on my nostril rim. Very obvious, and slightly uncomfortable scabs appeared. They healed quickly (like within a week), but they were so obvious that they attracted the attention of coworkers. I explained them as cold sores. I've learned to be more careful since then.

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

My regular daddy (50yrs) that is married with kids messaged me (26 yrs) to meet up for lunch. Ive been pretty horny all day so I agreed. I met up with him and had small talk for 30 minutes, then he asked if I wanted to go to one of his construction sites to check out progress. As we pulled up to the site there were about 5 mexican workers on the ground level. He showed me around and took me to the second floor. He pushed me up against the wall and pulled my shorts down spit on his finger and shoved it up my ass. It felt good being forced to obey him and succumb to his orders. I knew what was coming next, the head of his cock pushing its way through my asshole and filling that empty void with his hot cock. For a good 15 minutes he plowed me hard and deep and then he was about to cum and was trying to pull out. This time I said no and the hunger in his eyes grew and he buried his cock deep in my ass and pumped his daddy seed deep in me. I don't what I find hotter the fact that I was a construction site or the walk of shame through the workers who obviously know I was fucked. Either way I'm a happy and horny cum dump while typing this and feeling his seed leak out of my ass.

I have a casual fuckbuddy with whom I've played half a dozen times or so. He's not in my town very often and when he is, I can't always see him, so it's always a real treat when we can actually connect. We hadn't met for several months but this Saturday he sent me a message that he was available, and I just happened to be home alone. I should mention that he's always used a condom when he fucked me, and as much as I hate condoms, his cock is incredible and he always fucks me just the way I need to be so I tolerated it. He always likes the anonymity of our get-togethers: I await him on my bed, ass in the air, face down, with a towel, lube, and a condom next me. I tried 'forgetting' to leave a condom out a few times but each time has has produced one. When he said he was coming over, I had a little inspiration. I put the lube and towel next to me like always. I took a condom out of my drawer, found a needle, and speared it right through the middle and put it on the towel. Surely he'd use mine instead of his if it were in plain sight. I was in the bedroom when I heard the door open, I jumped on the bed, face down, ass up. It's always nerve wracking hearing someone walk into the room when you can't see. I heard him drop his shoes, his pants, and felt the bed move when he climbed on behind me. He slapped my ass and hole a couple of times with his cock, which was rapidly hardening. He rubbed it between my cheeks and I groaned softly. His cock is really thick and I could feel the weight of it, and knowing where it was about to be was driving me crazy. He paused and I heard the condom wrapper open, then the lube bottle top clicked. Some cold Astroglide was dripped on my hole and then he rubbed his thick cock head around in it. He centered on my hole and eased forward but nothing happened. He pulled back, and a little more lube dripped onto my hole. More rubbing of his cock head, more pressure and I felt myself opening up as his head started into me. After about half of his shaft was into my ass, it was hurting, so I pulled forward slightly. I guess it had been a long time for him because he moved forward with me, ran his hand up the back of my neck and into my hair, where her gripped a handful and pulled back. It was obvious he wasn't putting up with me pulling away. He pushed forward until I was flat on my stomach, where I couldn't pull away anymore. He paused for a second, withdrew slightly, then pushed forward into me. I couldn't move and had no choice but to take his cock, all nine inches or so of his very thick cock. He didn't really slow down. As soon as he was all of the way inside me, he started pulling back and thrusting forward, keeping a grip on my hair, letting me know who was in charge. I honestly didn't realize how much I was grunting and moaning until he hoarsely muttered "Shut the fuck up, buddy." I did my best to comply,and he kept the pace up for a couple of minutes until he asked "You want my nut?" "Fuck yeah," I replied, assuming he would blow his load in the condom, as he had done before, even as I was secretly hoping the pin hole had torn through and I'd get his load. "Tell me what you want." he instructed, without the slightest pause in the rhythmic pounding of my wrecked hole. "I want your cum, Sir." I said automatically. He fucked me hard several more strokes, and then abruptly withdrew his cock from my hole. A flash of disappointment crossed my brain as I assumed he would blow his load on my ass, and indeed I heard the unmistakable snap of a condom being jerked off, but to my amazement, without any explanation or without seeking my permission, he plunged his raw cock back inside my ass. He only fucked me a few seconds, then thrust forward hard and I felt his cock swell and jerk as he blew his load into my hole. He pulled out, dressed and left without saying a word, and I lay there feeling my hole get wetter as his cum oozed out of my stretched, well fucked ass. Maybe next time I can convince him to bareback me from start to finish.

Part 3: Late Night Michael: “Sorry folks…. Last call.” The DJ called out over the speakers. It was 2:45 AM and the crowd had been thinning away for at least an hour Glen and Tommy had drifted away at some point, surely back at Glen’s place fucking like rabbits. Scott had hung out a bit longer until ‘gym guy’ pulled him away. Scott had given Michael an apologetic look but had followed his trick. Viktor? He had disappeared hours ago. Michael downed his last drink and tried not to smash the glass on the bar. He could not remember the last time he had been so horny. Hours - literally hours - and his cock had not settled down. What the fuck was going on? He grabbed his coat from the coat check and headed home. He reached the park but it was late and the park seemed was so dark. Ominous. Maybe he should just a around? “Don’t be stupid.” He muttered to himself. “It’s cold.” And so he set off across the park. The cold night air was biting. Very cold for so early in the year. It was only October — November now he corrected himself — and the wind was icy cold. Biting at his face and hands. He hadn’t really dressed for this weather…. he was sure it hadn’t been like this when they left Viktor’s earlier. He pulled his coat tight around his body. Despite the cold, his cock was still hard and throbbing in his jeans. Fuck. Maybe something was wrong… should he try to get into a doctor tomorrow? Some animal scurried by this feet and Michael jumped. “Fuck.” He cursed himself. He was being ridiculous. But he picked up the pace anyway. He approached the small concrete building in the middle of the park that held the park’s toilets. The building was dark but the security lights outside came on as he approached. He needed to get out of the cold for a minute. Surely the building was empty at this time of night… ? He paused … there was someone silhouetted near the door. If this was some vagrant he didn’t want to get too close. But no. He could already see this was no vagrant. He took a couple tentative steps closer. He could just make out the man. He did a little double take. It was the man from the club earlier. The “almost hot” man that Michael had started to make eyes with but who had disappeared on him. This man clearly recognised Michael as well. He smiled as Michael approached. Michael held his eyes for a moment then stepped through the door and into the men’s room. He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out the wind. He could hear it howl outside but felt warmer in here. Michael stepped to the urinal and pulled out his cock. Shit! was this thing never going to go down? Still hard as a rock. His foreskin was retracted. The door opened and closed behind him. The almost hot man stepped up to the urinal next to his and fished out his own cock. They stood quietly next to each other for a moment. “Very impressive.” The almost hot man whispered. “But looks like you could use a hand… or more.” Michael glanced his way. This was not his scene. Not all all. But his cock was so hard. He hardly noticed that he was stroking it softly. The guy wasn’t that bad looking. Plus… they were alone now. No one ever needed to know. “Yeah.” His voice was horse after shouting over the music all night. “Fucking horny, man.” The almost hot man reached over and gently pushed Michael’s hand away and wrapped his own fingers around the thick and bulging shaft. A low moan escaped from Michael’s chest. The other man started slowly stroking. Michael’s eyes closed. “My name is Sebastian, but you can call me Seb.” “Mmm hmm.” Michael didn’t reply. He didn’t see the point of giving his name to a trick like this. A slut who hung out in toilets looking for cock. One not up to Michael’s standards. One that Michael would never hook up with again. The almost-hot man leaned in. Their lips touching. Their tongues met, Michael’s tongue darting into the other man’s mouth, the other man gentle and accepting. The man’s mouth was sweet, his breath hot like cinnamon. Michael felt the man unbuckle his jeans and slide them gently down to his thighs. The hard meat bounced out… free of the confining denim. Desperate for satisfaction. The almost-hot man, Seb, broke off the kiss. Michael opened his eyes. The other man was smiling. His eyes locked on Michael’s. The almost hot man knelt down slowly. Never losing eye contact. Kissing Michael’s chin. Kissing his chest through the sweaty shirt. Down his abs. Finally facing Michael’s hard cock. “Yeah man.” Michael urged. “Open up and suck that dick.” The man slowly moved forward. The head of Michael’s uncut dick touching his lips, then parting them. The lips circled Michael’s cock and welcomed him in. The tongue swirled around the sensitive head. Caressing it. Licking the piss slit, then coiling around the glans, brushing the frenulum. Back to the tip. This guy could suck cock! Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head. Seb pulled Michael’s dick out of his mouth and rang his tongue along the underside. He licked across the entire ballsack then gently opened his mouth and took one of the testicles into his warm cavity. Tongue dancing around the scrotum. Gently at first. Then, watching Michael carefully, gradually increasing pressure. Back to the tip of the cock. More play with the head. Then taking it deeper into his mouth. Sliding down the cock. Allowing it to slide across his tongue and to the back of his mouth. Backing off. Sliding back down. Backing off. Michael was in no mood for the teasing. His hands found the back of Seb’s head. On the next downstroke, he pushed deeper. His cock slid into the stranger’s throat. No complaint. Michael pushed deeper. Inch after inch of his cock pushed into the throat. Until his balls slapped against the stranger’s chin. Ten inches of man meat pushed into his throat and he was taking it effortlessly. Seb clearly had a very well controlled gag reflect. The man was moaning and the vibration brought extra pleasure. Michael wasn’t sure how long this had been going on. It felt like hours, it felt like minutes… or seconds. The stranger pulled off for a breath of air. He let the cock slide from his mouth for only a second. Then took the tip back into his mouth. Working the slit. Working the head. Then letting the cock slide back across his tongue into his throat. Deep. Balls deep. Balls slapping against his chin. Back out. To the tip. All the way back down. Michael returned his hands to the back of the stranger’s head. He couldn’t stop himself. His hips thrusting. His balls raising. His cock swelling. “Here it comes. Take it!” Seb’s hands wrapped around Michael’s butt for support. He pulled Michael. All the way inside. Crotch pressed to lips. And held him. Deep. “Oh…. fuck! Fuck!” Michael’s cock spasmed. Tremors shaking his whole body. His load firing down this almost hot man’s throat. Volley of cum. After Volley. After volley. Seb swallowed it all. Holding Michael tight. Not letting him move away. Until Michael was spent. His face was red. His breath ragged. His cock softened. His body sagging. At last content he had received every drop, he let Michael move away. Michael staggered back and leaned against the sink counter. For the first time in hours, his cock was not hard and aching. He signed with relief. “Mmmm.” Sec moaned. “That was so tasty.” “That… was.. “ Michael struggled for breath. “… the… best… blowjob… I’ve… ever… received.” The man raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You flatter me.” “No, man. I mean it. Fuck… I feel totally drained.” “Pity. Would love to feel you inside me.” The stranger winked. Michael looked at the man, still crouched on the floor. Maybe he had been wrong about the man earlier. He couldn’t see any grey hair or wrinkles now…. couldn’t be older than his early thirties. Maybe it was just the light. Michael paused, considering. “If your ass is anything like your mouth, I would love to fuck you sometime.” But his cock lay lifeless on his thigh. “But not tonight. Just don’t think I could.” Michael zipped his jeans and fastened his belt. The stranger stood. Stepped close. His lips pressed against Michael’s. His tongue parting Michael’s lips. Michael returned the kiss eagerly. Savouring the sweet taste of the man’s mouth. Not even a hint of the taste of the load he had unleashed down the man’s throat. At last the man stepped away. “You never told me your name.” “Michael.” “Nice to meet you Michael.” Seb pulled a pen from his back pocket and wrote a number on Michael’s hand. “Here’s my number. Call me when you are ready to fuck.” Michael’s hand wrapped around Seb, holding his ass tight. “You bet I will.” A final kiss and Michael staggered out of the toilet. He took a couple steps. And stopped. A man. Standing under the closest tree. Watching. His eyes glued to Michael. Michael recognised him. The freak from earlier, the sickly looking one. The one who had wanted to fuck him. The strange man grinned, knowingly, then stepped back into the shadows. And seemed to disappear. Michael hurried on through the park. Fuck. Crazy people these days. Finally he opened his apartment door and threw coat in the direction of the couch. He felt so tired. So drained. He staggered towards his bed. He just needed to lay down for a minute. He would get undressed in just a minute. Just needed to lay down first. Just … for … a … sec… And Michael Christian was fast asleep.

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 ?

Chapter IV. George slid his body up and down mine. His cock was wet from precum and his spit, and the cum freshly leaking from my boy’s ass, now smeared all over my crack. I shuddered as I felt the head of George’s cock start to enter me. He hissed into my ear as he started to fuck me, “Brad bred me, just like he’s bred most of the guys here tonight. He POZZED most of them…” I groaned knowing that I was taking a raw POZ cock inside of me for the first time, and that he wouldn’t pull out until he had cum. I groaned as I felt more and more full of his cock sink into my guts. I reached out to grab my boy’s hand only to find a tangle of bodies. Somewhere under those writhing muscular forms, my boy was no doubt taking cock. George pulled out of me and laid me down sideways on the sofa, bending me in half so he could really drive into me. A few guys were jerking off, encouraging me to ‘take that toxic load!’ ‘Get yourself ready for Brad’s cock!’ George’s pace and intensity picked up as his balls slammed against me, and sweat poured off of him. He rammed against my hole and must have been cumming in me. All I could sense was that any burning or pain was somehow made wetter and cooler. George pulled out quickly and disappeared into the crowd and by then, no one seemed to be paying attention to me any more; they were all focused on the tangle of bodies around my boy. From the crowd’s cheers, I guessed that Brad must have been fucking him. I couldn’t help but finger my own cummy hole as I knew that my boy was taking another POZ cock. ‘Bring him to me,’ Brad’s voice boomed as someone hoisted me up and led me to the action. Brad was sitting on the sofa, fucking my boy facing him, bouncing up and down on his cock, Brad’s muscular arms holding him tight. ‘Fuck him with me!’ I was ordered to participate in my boy’s ongoing cumdump initiation. I lined up my cock as Brad kept hammering away. Even though I was totally hard, my ass leaking POZ seed, it took a few tries to get my cock inside my boy’s ass, stretched wider than I had ever seen it. My boy was moaning and whimpering, flailing like a ragdoll as we used his hole. It was amazing seeing seed pour out of his hole, stretched tight against my cock, sliding next to Brad’s thick tool. I was so overwhelmed that I came almost immediately, adding my load to the now-countless loads steaming out of my boy. The guys around cheering everything on. As I pulled out, feeling my cummy dick against Brad’s huge alpha cock, it was all too much. I needed some air. I pulled out all the way of my boy as another well-muscled top edged his way to the front of the group and slid his raw cock into my boy. I felt like slinking out of the house and just disappearing. To be continued…

Fella, this is without a doubt one of the best stories I've ever read on here. Really natural, realistic and incredibly horny. And I love Stuart's cockiness. Cheers. Can't wait for more. Ps heading on holiday to Scotland myself next week. Shame you're going to be away yourself ;-)

After I'm clean up Joey take me to get something to eat in the kitchen. I ask where Sam & Lenny are , Joey says they are away for 5 days. I sit there looking at Joey and his hot body and say to my self could I be this lucky. We start to talk as to what will happen to me , He says soon I will have the family POZ blood running through my body just like him. They will Monitor my health and if need be put my on meds. Joey says he is on meds and is shooting blank seed and that Sam & Lenny went off meds to knock me up. I ask when will we know when I'm knock up , he laughs and says we will know very soon when I get the fuck flu. Sam says to me that I will get the same body mods like him, PA , nipple ring right side ,Guiche piercing, nose ring with a unremovable steel ring around my neck that will be wielded. Joey says to me that I will be just like him and will be working for Sam & Lenny at we do best. We go out side to the pool and take dip , when we get out I can take my eyes off Joey and my dick is as hard as a rock and Joey puts me on the massage table and pours warm oil over me and starts to rub it in. All I can think about how much I would like to fuck Joey right now. When he turns me over he puts his tongue just on the head and I'm about to cum as I see pre cum coming out. I can feel his fingers in my ass as he now goes all the way down and I explode. Joey comes over to my face and kisses me and spits my load back into my mouth, he say my cum is not worth swallowing as it still is negative cum is worthless. After 5 day of just laying around and playing around Sam & Lenny come home as planed. They take me to a room I have not been in, it's just like an operating room everything spotless clean with very bright lights. Sam says we normally do this after you are converted into the family but they want me to know that as of now I am even before they know their seed has taken. They will be giving the same body piercing as I have seen on Joey and tomorrow the wielder will be over to put the metal ring around my neck. The piercing of the Guiche was not bad nor was the Prince Albert but the nose and nipple ring was off the charts for pain. Glad I only received one nipple ring. A few hours when I went to pee did that BURN and was pain full and Sam kept tell me to drink lots of water to keep it clean. In the following weeks Sam & Lenny were breeding me and slamming me with lots of Tina and G. Im at the point where I'm willing to do anything for a slam, booty bumps. Being fuck for hours with non stop fucking , sucking dick is how I want to live my life now. About 6 weeks later after my first breeding session with Sam & Lenny I woke up not feeling well. I went to Sam and he said to just stay in bed for now. Sam & Joey come to see me later , I tell them I have sore throat very tried Sam feel my head and say you are running a fever and gives me a thermometer to see how high its 102. Sam says either you have very bad cold or your body is being converted over to our family. We will wait a till this cold passes and do a few test. For 10 days I laid in bed till this cold broke , I could not eat much was sweating all the time and just want to know what was wrong. Sam, Lenny & Joey waited on me and took very good care of me Sam would check in on me 4 to 6 times a day. Went I started to get out of bed Joey was there to help me take a shower as the fever had broken and my body was not aching with pain. I got on the scale as I saw what I look like in the mirror and I did not to good. I went onto the scale and saw I was at 105lb. SHIT as I was 120lb. Before I get out of the shower and Sam wants to take some test. The first one takes 20 minutes the other one he draws some blood and does some test in his office and comes back and says you and now a full blood member of the family. He says my number say I'm highly toxic and in a few weeks when I get my strength back we will go out have find some bug chasers who would want to be seeded.

Previously… Finn and I took turns using the douche and showering, all the while he kept trying to tease out from me, who else I had been with since earlier. There’s something strangely sweet about douching with another guy. You’re both gay so you should already be past any hang-ups with shit, but this way you both can have a frank chat about it while swapping places on the “hotseat” (the toilet). Maybe it’s one of those interactions that only ever works when high. Eventually we were both running clean, and we were fairly sure the majority of the water had gone out. Finn insisted on testing my hole with his rapidly recovering cock, and as he pulled his semi out and said “yep, all clear” we both heard the doorbell go. Right so… Finn and I grabbed two of Pedro’s towels and wrapped them around our waist. Following Finn, we made our way to the living room to see Harry wiping his mouth, sitting on the couch, and Richard in the same position – in front of the computer. Most of Harry’s clothes had been discarded at this stage and he was just wearing a bright blue jockstrap on his tight hairy body. He nodded at us and said “Pedro’s gone to the door”, and added, “I see you guys took your time!” I laughed and sat down on his right, with Finn heading out to see if Pedro needed any help. I looked to Harry and cocked an eyebrow, “everything ok babe?” I asked him. He laughed and wiped the side of his mouth again, “oh yeah, apart from a jaw ache. You definitely weren’t kidding about Pedro”. I looked at the discarded clothes, and asked “so did you guys get to fucking then?” He smiled his gorgeous smile and said “not yet, though Pedro started to finger me a bit. Thank fuck I douched before coming here.” We laughed at that – we’ve all had moments that we wished we’d douched, though I’ve found that the most forgiving guys are at sex parties (as opposed to one-on-one hook-ups). Typically they’ll quickly tell you to go back to the bathroom and accompany you in and chat to you while they wash their dick. All very breezy. Harry continued, “I was thinking I might start on a smaller cock before I let him at me. – y’know, so I can work up to him. How was Finn?” I answered honestly, “a good bit smaller than Pedro, though still substantial, about 6”, although I think it got bigger toward the end of the blowjob. I know one thing for sure – my throat still hurts” I ran my hand up and down Harry’s thigh while we continued on in this line of banter, whereupon I recommended Finn to stretch out his hole, followed by me (and with this I leaned over and let my left hand go behind him and start exploring between his hairy cheeks) then I suggested that maybe Pedro could rim him to start it all off, cause he was so good at it, when, speak of the Devil, in walked the two lads with two new lads beside them. Of the two new lads, the first had to be Mac, as he was in a towel like Finn and I. He was maybe about his late 30s, 6’6”, and had a lean runner’s build. Under his towel I thought I could see a real monster-cock swinging. He was wearing glasses, and was probably blind without them, judging by how big his eyes were through the lenses. Overall he gave off a school-teacher/civil servant vibe and definitely I wouldn’t have pegged him to be a total drug fiend, as I later found out. The other lad Don was all clad in leather – not ROB of Berlin leather or anything like that – but biker leathers – fingerless gloves, a tight fitting leather jacket and matching pants with a red stripe up the sides. He had a shaved head and a bit of an Eastern European look and was pretty well put together. He was currently chatting with Finn and Pedro while they sat down around the sofa. He and Mac came over and introduced themselves to us. Richard waved at the lads and then went back to the Gaydar chatroom saying he had one or two hopeful leads, and that the dancer wouldn’t be over till he could escape his dancer friends after the pubs closed, maybe after a nightclub. We laughed and left him back to it – some guys are all about trying to arrange the perfect sex party, rather than focus on who’s there. Still though, I knew I would be appreciating all his efforts later. Glasgow wasn’t London, it was harder here to try and arrange an orgy with guys all around the same calibre and try to convince some other lads to join. You had to put a lot of energy into getting the right group together. If you put a call out on the gaydar chatroom, you’d either end up with unsuitable lads contacting you (and I know – “what is unsuitable?” varies from group to group – in one it might be guys who are too vanilla and who’d probably bolt at the first sight of pills and powders – which Don was currently spreading out on the coffee table – in another group, “unsuitable” might be guys who are too into taking the favours and not really into the fucking – in later years I had a few “leeches” as I called ’em, in my orgies, and tended only to call them over when I’d gotten well and truly fucked up and had hidden a private stash). Anyways – I digress – Don was talking to us about how he couldn’t stay long (he had other deliveries) and had explained to Pedro and Finn how much K to snort. The blue angels were being divvied up on the table with Harry apportioning his and mine, while I ran off to the bathroom to get Finn’s bag and my wallet. The MDMA and G that Pedro had bought, was added to the pile for everyone and I was asked to get a bottle of Irn Bru (a Scottish soft drink – an acquired taste to non-natives) on my way back through the kitchen. While getting Finn’s bag I saw it was open, so I curiously poked around (I’m a nosey fucker sometimes – I won’t deny it) and saw some syringe packets. “Fuck” I thought, “better not show Harry these, or he’ll bolt”. When I brought the stuff back in, I watched Finn take his moneyclip out and then pack his bag carefully away after paying Don. While doing this, there was a good bit of eye contact between him and Pedro. Now, I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but I felt I pretty quickly got a read the situation – it looked to me like he and Pedro would be doing some harder drugs later (injecting mephedrone or something) but were good enough to not “frighten the horses” by doing them in front of everyone. Fair enough, I thought. Pedro opened up a new pack of shot glasses that had been on sideboard and Finn started making up shots of Irn Bru with droppers of G in em. Don started lecturing us a bit about the various drugs, namely Harry, Mac and me, I guess the others were old hats at them. Don’s accent was a weird mix of Glaswegian (the rougher accent) and some eastern country with harsh z’s and t’s. I found out later that he was Czech or something but had been over here for years. He continued, “alright lads, here’s the deal with G - the dose can be between 1 and 2 mls and you have to be very careful spacing out the shots. This is cause you can overdose really easily if you’re not careful. It all depends on your weight and loads of other factors. So you’ll all be taking just 1 ml per dose tonight and Finn here will be keeping the G and administering it. He knows how to time it.” Finn cut in then with “yeah and I won’t be giving anyone anything more outside of that time. So don’t even try to ask me for it. It’s a total buzzkill to have some lad overdose and be writhing around in front of everyone. Worse, if you really overdo it you could die.” Finn and Don said all this in a surprisingly calm tone but I could see Harry turn a bit pale. Don was still speaking “but like with all drugs, respect G and she’ll give you a fun ride.” Finn passed out the shot glasses for each of us except Don. Richard tore himself away from the computer and came over and joined us. I noticed we each got two. He motioned that we drink the left shot glass of Irn Bru and G and then the right one (just Irn Bru) immediately after, in order to try and get the taste out. I thought to myself “how bad can it taste?” Finn counted down “one two three” and we all knocked them back. I found my answer immediately – the stuff was easily one of the most disgusting tastes I ever had – so artificial and wrong. I’ve eaten Durian in Malaysia on a dare and this shit was nastier. I felt like I was swallowing bleach, and probably wasn’t too far wrong considering the stuff is marketed as video cleaner or something. I looked over at Harry while I quickly downed the other shot. “Fuck!” he grimaced, “I’ll never ask people “what’s your poison” again! I now know what it is – Fuckin G” As Finn was passing around the Irn-Bru bottle to the lads to get the soapy remains of the G out of their mouths, I noticed Don and Pedro chatting and walking to the hallway. I followed them and overheard Pedro say “…so stop by later if you’re free”. Don looked down at his phone, and said, “I’m pretty busy Pedro, and my boyfriend might want to meet up tomorrow. I think he wants to go hiking or some shit like that”. I walked up to Pedro and Don and “by accident” dropped my towel. “Whoops”, I smirked and turned around to pick it up. As I slowly picked it up (but didn’t put it back on) I said to Don, “dude, thanks for all the advice on the drugs,” and walking right up to face him, “and I know I’d really appreciate it if you could drop by again”. Don was transfixed looking at my smooth pale toned body. I leant in and kissed him on his thin lips. His fingerless-glove covered hands started to rub the top of my ass as he began to kiss back. Breaking our kiss, Don said admiringly, “you’ve a saucy one there Pedro”. Pedro reached over and started playing with my ass, “yeah Finn was telling me this chico’s already taken a load since mine today, and I only left him out of here three hours ago. Isn’t that right chico?” he asked, as he playfully slapped my ass. All I felt was four hands all over my ass and I was in pig heaven. Pedro got behind me and squatted down to start rimming my hole. I started groaning into my kiss with Don, once again made a quivering mess by Pedro’s superb ass-eating skills. After a while of snogging Don, he pulled back and whispered “suck my dick” as quiet as can be and started pushing my head down with one hand while the other started to unbuckle his leather pants. As my head reached his waist I was shocked as Don pulled out a very nice 7” semi hard-on with a tribal tattoo on it. I looked up and said, “fuck dude that must’ve hurt”. He smiled his thin-lipped smile at me and started whapping his cock off my cheeks to get fully hard. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, still a bit distracted by Pedro who was going hell-for-leather rimming my back passage. Don slapped his cock off of my tongue a bit and then spat down into my open mouth. Hot! He grabbed my hair and my tongue slid down his shaft. I was a bit slow to suck on him as it was my first tattooed dick and I wanted a closer look. However Don wasn’t having any of that, and literally opened my mouth with his free hand and forced me down him. He worked his cock in and out of me then fucking my mouth. I’d hear him mutter “Oh fuck”, Don whispered through gritted teeth, “oh yeah, suck it bitch”. Looking up at him he’d sneer at me and spit down on my upturned face. While this was going on Pedro was giving it loads at my ass. He was rubbing his head and whole face up my crack and then in the process of going down again, he would rapidly shake his head and stuck-out tongue from side to side. It was hot though quite distracting. I kept losing my rhythm on Don’s cock cause of Pedro’s attention to my hole. This situation went on for about 5 minutes, with Don increasing the pace, and every now and again slapping my face either with his hand or with his cock. “Fuck” I thought, “this dude plays rough” – I would later learn that Don was a card-carrying member of the very small gay BDSM scene in Glasgow. Then as he got close, he signalled to Pedro, who grabbed swapped places with Don, and fed me his long dark Spanish cock. I felt Don roughly shove one finger up me, then two, and then with no warning he shoved his spit-lubed cock all into me at once. I bucked at the rude entrance and almost bit Pedro’s cock off. “Whehdefuh” I managed to say over Pedro’s cock, which was working my sore throat. Don just smacked, no, punched, both my ass cheeks really hard (to distract from the pain of my hole I guess – it worked for five seconds) and started ramming his cock in and out. “Oh fuck yeah”, Don grunted, and quickening his pace I realised his cock was growing even more in that characteristic way just before cumming – I had obviously done a good job blowing him – or maybe he hadn’t cum in a while – I later heard his very vanilla boyfriend was completely unaware of his double lives in BDSM and in dealing and thought Don was a carpenter or some shit. With a couple more painful thrusts, I felt his cock squirt his juices inside me – once, twice, three times. Don then pulled out very unceremoniously and brought my cock around to my mouth. Don tried shoving his cock in to fit it beside Pedro’s darker one, (it thankfully didn’t work, and I thankfully don’t have stretch marks – there was no way I could fully fit those two big boys in at the same time. Pedro’s cock simply got pushed out). Don said, “clean it bitch” and remembering Harry’s remark earlier, I also felt so happy I took the time to douche. It’s just I’m not really into licking my own crap off anyone’s cock. This was hot though – just my ass juices and Don’s cum. As I spit-polished his knob, I looked up to see Don give Pedro a little twisted white paper baggy (the ones made of cigarette-rolly wrappers) and say “this is for your bitch – for a job well done”. Then pulling his cock out and stuffing it back into his leathers, he pulled me by my hair up to standing, and kissed me. “Good job bitch”, he whispered and then spat in my mouth. With that he turned and left. I stood there a bit dazed, ass dripping, face covered in spit, looking over at Pedro who was grinning. Pedro chuckled and said, “well chico, I guess you left a good impression with Don!” I heard a slow clap from the hall and looked over to the doorway where Mick and Finn were looking at us, both jacking their cocks under their towels. Mick piped up, “looks like we’ve an early contender for the biggest slut of the party”. I laughed and wiped my face and said “lads, you’ve no idea just how slutty I can get!” Finn laughed and said, “well, the slut gauntlet has now been thrown!” I started to walk toward them and suddenly wobbled. Pedro caught my arm and looked me over with a smile, and then asked, “was that Don or is it the G?” It was the G. And oh fuck, it was hitting me. Suddenly I felt hornier than ever, and a rush of heat spread across my body. I staggered again and looked at Pedro and laughed. He answered his own question. “It’s the G so”, he concluded, “well, let’s get you back into the living room” and leaning heavily on him I walked back in. As I was walking back in I said to the lads, “well my thinking with Don was, I can’t let a guy I haven’t fucked before, leave a sex party unfucked. I mean”, and I paused for a quick breath, before exclaiming to all and sundry, “I am that fuckin’ kid in the sweetshop. I want to try all the flavours. All the dick! Nothing turns me on more than a bit of strange*”. And then I looked at Pedro and Finn, both who I’d already fucked before, and added quickly “and groupsex – that’s the other thing, oh, and sex on drugs too, oh and dealers. I love to fuck me a dealer. Oh and I still haven’t told you about the load I got today…” *Strange is a term we use here to describe “dick or pussy you haven’t had before” – like the joke goes “If a guy could take four things to a desert island what would they be? Food, Shelter, Pussy and Strange Pussy” As I was babbling on, we got back into the living room to see Harry still in his blue jock strap smoking a newly rolled joint. Harry was the best joint roller I knew and could knock up a killer spliff in 30 seconds flat and they were always consistently good – they never fell apart and they always burned evenly. He was looking over Richard’s shoulder at the computer screen. Richard had one hand on the mouse and with his other hand he was fingering Harry. Harry looked up at us and said “what kept ya lads?” grinning his wicked fuckin grin at us. I sauntered over and nabbed the joint from him (I’m never one to miss an opportunity) and asked “are ya feeling the G yet Harry?” Harry looked thoughtful and replied, “I think so, I mean, I feel all drunk and slutty, but that could be just me”. We both laughed a riot at that and dropping my towel, I took his head in my hands and kissed him full on the mouth – a big old snog. Breaking off, I said, “I feel fucking brilliant, and I’ve still to tell ye all about the ride I got since I left Pedro’s” Cajoling Richard off the computer wasn’t too hard and I lead him and Harry back to the couch where the others were. It was one of those big L-shaped sets, so there was enough room for all of us. I walked around the coffee table to face the line-up of the party. On my left was Finn sitting on the separable footrest, passing out blue pills from the goody tray, some diamond shaped and some with angels on them (no prizes for guessing what they were!). Directly in front of me was Mac with an open towel jacking his massive (and still a bit soft) cock. I guessed the G was working on him too. Harry was at my “1 O’ Clock” sitting in the corner join and reaching over to give Mac a helping hand. Then on my right, Pedro and Richard were sitting on the main part of the couch. Pedro was pouring Irn Bru for people to knock their pills back with. Richard was still in shirt and pants looking back anxiously at the computer. After I took my pills (2 E and a Viagra) I said to the group, “so lads, I’m gathering you all around to hear the tale of “Stuart’s many loads” which I believe will help pass the time while we wait for the V and E to kick in” This got a chuckle out of them. I continued “as I believe ye all know, I only met this fine man here”, indicating at Pedro before I went on, “…today through an old fuck buddy Andrew. He was meant to be riding him today, but his bad luck at having to cover a double shift at the restaurant meant my wonderful luck at meeting him. Today. At 4pm. When he gave me the royal-est of royal fuckings” The boys were all listening now. Harry and Mack had slowed down their jacking and Richard wasn’t looking back to the computer anymore – Oh wait no, he had his phone out! I rolled my eyes at Richard, who had the decency to put it away. I detailed how I met Pedro, and how Pedro had been waiting for me. Finn and Mac both laughed out loud as I described the whole door-ajar thing – he’d obviously done it before. When I was describing that Pedro didn’t want me to rim him – a small detail I thought, Pedro chimed in and said “Well chico, the thing is…” and he paused and leaned backward with his dressing gown falling open to expose his glorious golden body. His rose tattooed pec was glistening and taut as he used his hands behind himself to push his crotch out over the edge of his couch. As he lifted his legs in the air, Pedro kept unwavering eye-contact with me. He licked his fingers and brought them down to his own dark brown hole, that was now shunted into view. As everyone’s attention was transfixed on Pedro’s digits circling his own hole, he continued, “…I learned all my rimming skills from the motherfucking king of rimming, and I only get rimmed by people who’ve learned from him”. Harry snorted into some Irn Bru he was drinking and said “there’s a Mister Miyagi of rimming??” and tried to do a Mister Miyagi “Rim on… Rim off” quote, but kept breaking into laughter. Pedro scooted back into his seat, having proven his point and after Harry stopped giggling about Mister Miyagi, I continued. I next described the coke-fucking and how Pedro had promised me I’d be sober by 7pm – many chuckles were had there too (the lying bastard!). After this I described my race through the east-end to my new house, my brief meet-up with my friend Bill (Richard asked me if he was bi and up for fun. I let him down gently) and my tea with the landlords downstairs, and how hot they were. I had the lads (even Richard) on the edge of their seats now (though not like Pedro five minutes before). I told them how when I got to the bedroom, Blair and Davie cornered me about being high as a kite holding one of Pedro’s spliffs. I took a breath. There was no chatter now. They were hanging on my every word. Pedro broke the silence and said “Aw chico, had I known I was gonna get you in trouble…” I cut him off, “no no Pedro, I was just thinking, I need two volunteers for the next bit to show you exactly what happened.” I should interject at this point to tell you I can become a bit of a bossy bastard while high – getting guys to roleplay really in-depth scenes, and so on. So unsurprisingly I grabbed Mac and made him kneel on the main couch beside Richard, and asked Richard to copy Mac’s pose. I basically got the two lads to recreate how Blair and Davie had been in front of me. Of course at this point they (Blair and Davie) had been asking me to recreate what I had done with Pedro, so it was all getting a bit too “meta” as we’d say, like Andy Warhol’s bean cans, but fuck it, I powered on). I recounted how I had been wearing clothes, but thought “go balls deep or go home” and had stripped naked and knelt in front of my new landlords. As I said this I also acted it out by kneeling in front of Richard and Mac. The two were grinning from ear-to-ear as I unzipped Richards pants to pull out his dripping-precum and rock-hard 7” cock. I took Richard’s cock in my mouth and stroked Mac’s thick juicy semi. Richard’s cock smelled and tasted of lavender soap (which was the showergel in the main bathroom) and fit snugly in my mouth. There was a lovely velvety head of foreskin on it too to play around with and the pre-cum was clear and not-to-sweet – Fuck I feel like I was a food critic the way I just described Richard’s cock! It was lovely, let’s leave it at that! I was enjoying Richard’s cock so much I had to look up at all the guys motioning for me to say what happened next before I reluctantly pulled back off him to continue the tale. At this point I guided Richard slowly down off the couch as I narrated to the guys that this was when Davie came around to help me blow Blair. I took the spliff from Pedro as I told them the two lads had passed me down a spliff at this stage (and if keeping artistic integrity meant I hopped the line of lads waiting for a toke, then so be it!) Getting Richard to help me suck Mac was a great idea cause there was an awful lot more of Mac than there was of Blair, and I wasn’t looking forward to breaking my jaw on it alone. We lapped at his heavy monster – he was close to Pedro’s length, but he also had a lot more girth. A huge amount more! With that monster, I could understand him not being fully erect – I jokingly thought he could die of blood loss if it ever happened (he didn’t as it turned out later). Richard and I were passionately kissing over, around and sometimes without Mac’s cock. I was really getting into telling the guys what to do and so had whispered to each of them their next roles as I unbuttoned Richard’s shirt. Richard had shucked off the rest of his clothes and was squatting on the balls of his feet beside me, erect dick sticking out a perfect 90 degree angle.. I turned to go down on his leaking cock again when I felt Mac’s hand on my head. He recited Blair’s accusations like I told him to, and force-fucked my head down on Richard’s cock. As he talked about fucking me and “Davie” needing to prepare me, Richard’s turned me around and bent to start to rim me. At this point I looked up at the couch see the lads were moving to sit side by side with a clear view of my ass. Harry took Finn’s and Pedro’s cocks in his hand and started pumping them. And then I felt it. I knew who the Mr. Miyagi of rimming was. Richard – you glorious bastard you! Words fail me here guys. I'll always, years later, wish I had kept Richard's number. We stayed in contact for a year or so after this and met up a few times, but then cause of relationships and jobs we drifted apart. I really wish I could have gotten my later boyfriends to have a threesome with Richard just to know his fucking secret. The man should teach classes. I groaned something incomprehensible and Pedro looked me in the eyes and we had that instant flash of communication. He knew I knew. I knew he knew I knew. He knew... you get it. I burbled and said "fuck it the rest of the story was..." I trailed off as Richard, unassuming Richard, restarted a fresh assault on my asshole. I tried again "...I mean, the rest can wait..." I descended into a babbling mess again. Richard was forcefully shoving my asscheeks open and was doing something - I fucking don't know what - but something to my sphincter with the side of his tongue. The thing about his rimmming style was it wasn't about quantity or force, he was all about subtlety and knowing the perfect pleasure buttons to press and showing me new ways to take in sensations from my ass. I arched my back and looked up at Harry. He was sucking on Finn's cock while Pedro was pushing his fingers in to circle his hole. He gave me a quizzical look as he raised a leg to give Pedro better access - he later said he was at first a bit baffled at my change in tone, but then I seemingly (I don't remember this part) just said "Mister Miyagi", "Mist-er, fuck-ing, Mi-ya-gi!" and then made an oooooh sound and descended back into gibberish. Richard - if you ever read this - come find me dude. After an indefinite period of pure rimming pleasure, I noticed that as I thrashed around in response to Richard I loved every muscle movement I was making. I started to feel even more energetic, I closed my eyes and squinted, and each time I squinted it seemed like I was releasing little squirts of pleasure into my brain. The pleasure was building and building like going up a rollercoaster. The Blue Angels had me and I was coming up.

Previously… I laughed loudly, "look don't worry about the drugs, my fuckbuddy Andrew doesn't do too much, so I'd say Pedro's used to having orgies or groups or whatever you want to call this - evening entertainment - with people with all different tastes together". Harry took a deep breath and said "Fuck it, lets do this. Can you meet me in 30 minutes at Buchanan?” Buchanan St. Station was about halfway from where Harry was in the west-side to where we were, so it was fair I meet him there to bring him to Pedro's. I hung up, grabbed my bag and headed toward the door. As I passed through the downstairs hall I thought I saw a flash of movement from the door to Emmett's room - the male nurse. "Hello!?" I said to the hall, "Is anyone here?". No movement. Maybe it was nothing. "Fuck this" I thought, and I went to meet Harry - tonight was gonna be the fucking tops. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I’m about to go to a DFO as I used to call ’em – a drug fuelled orgy. This was back in the day before party and play meant meth and sex. Fuck, crystal hadn’t even gotten to London yet – or if it had I definitely hadn’t seen any trace of it. Typical drugs included almost everything else though – I’m giddier than a kid at Christmas. I feel like everyone knows where I’m off to. The old dear on the bus kept giving me “side-eye” and thinking back I’m sure she noticed I was still sniffing and twitchy from the coke I’d done a few hours ago. But in Glasgow as long as you’re not starting fights in the Barras over a Celtics/Rangers match, most people don’t give a shit. We’re all fuckin addicts anyways and she was probably waiting to go home to her fix – a trashy magazine and some Coronation Street probably – anything to escape the grey of the city. The bus pulled up in by Buchanan and I looked around for Harry. The midsummer weather was holding up and it would still be bright for another hour or two. A flash of fire-engine red – and there he was – Harry always got away with wearing really bright colours – mainly primary reds and blues, he had the colouring to pull it off. Currently he was wearing a bright red hoody pulled on over an old Hole (the band) t-shirt and leaning on his elbows against a railing, listening to music on his ipad and zoned out. I watched him for a second – his t-shirt tucked into his jeans and pulled tight – with the bonus of outlining his tight lean chest – you could see his nipples and nearly each muscle under the faded Courtney Love photo. His dark curly chest hair was sticking out of the collar – the only grooming he did was to religiously keep his eyebrows separate – apart from that he was a hairy fucker. His hood was up in true ASBO fashion (for non-Scot/English/Welsh folk; an ASBO stands for Anti-social Behaviour Offender – and it generally got applied to anyone who looked a little shifty in a hoody). Under the hoody you could see his square jaw and his current facial styling which looked to be a tight clipped beard– he went through a long period of experimenting with the razor - including a regrettable Salvador Dali period. Harry’s attractiveness was all in his smile - not that he wasn’t hot asides from that – he did a tonne of yoga and was able to get into all kinds of positions, and had a fit little body cause of it. He kept himself looking well and currently was allowing his dark curly hair a little more leeway up top, but it was his dimpled smile that just seemed bring all his charm together - he could melt the knickers off a nun with that smile! “Hey Harry!” I called out to him. He turned and drew his hoody back and pulled his earplugs out. “Oh hey man,” he replied, smiling and grabbed me into a big bearhug. He pulled back to my ear and whispered “we’re gonna get so fuh-hu-hucked tonight!” and pulled back grinning like the Cheshire Cat – fuck, what a gorgeous man! I laughed and said “yes we are” and then asked “is there anything you need in town?” Harry looked at me, smirked and hoarsely growled “moar lube!” and we both laughed. We’d both been to DFOs where the action came to a halt not cause of lack of drugs, but cause all the lube had been used up. “Moar lube!” was our private joke – “What was the call of the sexpig in the wild? Moar luuuube!” Harry then showed me a Boots bag and said “just kidding – I come prepared”. Inside were two bottles of Durex play – not my favourite but they’d do in a pinch. We went over to the bus stop and while waiting for the bus Harry took a long look at me – My clear pale skin, blue eyes, dirty blond hair and fit climber’s build means I’m used to guys occasionally checking me out – especially Brazilians for some reason, but Harry was noticing other things right now. “Dude, your eyes!” he whispered. Just then the bus pulled up. After my surreptitious check to make sure it wasn’t Gavin driving the bus (Harry knew all about Gavin, and had been there for some of the cringier text messages), we hopped on and sitting down beside me, Harry asked “dude, what are you on right now?” Of course Harry’s version of quietly asking, meant that now most of the bus were privy to the fact that I was high as a kite. “Dude”, I replied as I felt all eyes focus on me, “very fucking funny,” and gave Harry daggers. Harry took the hint, “oh yeah, ahem, just kidding”. The atmosphere loosened up a little and we got down to the logistics – we quietly discussed what to say if the other was feeling too fucked up or too uncomfortable – Harry said he may leave after a little while and say his sister had texted him, but that I shouldn’t feel obligated to leave then at all. Our DFOs were typically fuelled by ecstasy and he was just dipping his toe into deeper waters here. We talked about how much money we were willing to pay now (while relatively sober… well, while Harry was anyways) and what drugs we’d be up for trying if they were on the menu. I showed Harry the pic of the forty year old with Caesar haircut – he thought he’d seen him on the scene once or twice. He then told me what Caverject was – it was an instant boner injection – much like Viagra but quicker and with better results. As he was in full flow about the one time his erection wouldn’t go down for two days, we got to our stop. I buzzed us through and as we reached the apartment the door was once again ajar. Pedro came out to us wearing a dark-blue dressing gown and holding a joint. “Alright boys” he said, smiling while he eye-fucked Harry, “glad you dirty sluts could make it”. I laughed, “Pedro, this is Harry, Harry this is Pedro”. Pedro passed Harry the joint and said “Mac’s in the shower, he arrived about ten minutes before you. Richard’s on the computer. Finn’s inside on the phone to my mate Don who deals E – oh do you guys want in on that?” We looked at each-other and I said, “what kind?” Pedro winked at me “Blue angels of course”. Nice one! Blue angels were a really strong batch of E that had gotten harder and harder to track down as their popularity soared and most dealers were now asking twice the regular price for them. Harry and I both put in our orders – mine twice as much as Harry’s. Without saying anything we knew Harry was just gonna be there for tonight and I was staying the weekend. I guess I’d have to get moved into the house on the Monday so – good thing it was a bank-holiday. As Pedro ushered us into his kitchen area I saw a mid-thirties muscular bearish guy wearing just black track-suit bottoms with a white jock strap sticking up, and he was currently talking on the phone. At about 5’9” Finn was well worked-out with a light coating of blond-red fur across his broad chest. His hair on top was short and thinning, but that couldn’t be said for the rest of him – powerful hairy shoulders, hairy small-of-back and (I looked down) oh yeah, hobbit feet. He had a bright-red short-clipped beard and gave us a nod as we entered. I saw a gym bag on the kitchen counter, Pedro later said that Finn was his gym-buddy and had come over straight from there. Pedro got Finn’s attention to add our requests to the order. Finn winked at me as Pedro ushered us out of the kitchen to the living room – and while I knew it was going to be an orgy and we’d all be fucking soon, it was still hot to get winked at by such a hot manly fucker. I winked back and he licked the top of his lips suggestively while stroking his cock through his tracksuit. I grinned and Finn smiled and got stuck back into his deal. In the living room there was a large couch set arranged around a large flatscreen television and behind that was the sexy forty year old with the Caesar haircut, sitting with his back to us in front of Pedro’s computer. This was set up on a dining table – I guess Pedro didn’t entertain much in the usual sense. I saw the distinctive bright orange of the Gaydar webpage and in the background the rich blue of the Gayromeo site. As we approached Pedro called out, “hey Richard we have two more”. Richard turned and stood up – he’d put on clothes in the meantime and was fairly unassuming in them – a blue work shirt and suit pants. “I came from a funeral” he joked, and we laughed, “no seriously” he continued, “but it was my old homophobic boss, and I thought what better way to celebrate his passing, than with a big fucking gay orgy!” We all laughed again and sat on the couch while Harry passed the joint to me. Pedro started asking Harry a bit about how he knew me while Richard said, “guys I’m just checking through some of the guys that Pedro was thinking about inviting, I’ll be over to you in a second” and turned back to the computer. Harry was laughing with Pedro as he regaled him with the time he made a bet with me who could blow more guys in the Pipeworks, and he won. I took my third drag on the joint and then got up and walked around the couch to Richard, passing him the joint. It was making my coke high much more mellow and released the paranoia I had had since the bus. It’s lovely the way weed can do that – just like someone draining a sink or something – all of a sudden you start relaxing all these muscles and you relax your brain as well. All’s chill. Everyone’s here to have fun. Relaxed. I put my hands on Richard’s shoulders (firm and warm beneath the shirt) and looked at the screen. There were three profiles up, one with a giant bottle cock as the main pic. Richard followed my gaze and said “that’s Mac, he’s in the shower”. Nice one! He clicked to the other profiles – one a blonde 20 year old flight attendant and the other a muscular torso aged 25. The flight attendant profile I knew. “Don’t bother with him”, I said and Harry called “who?” from the couch. “Cantrapethewilling20” I replied back. “Oh him”, Harry laughed “yeah he’s just a time waster”. I told Richard the same story that Harry was giving Pedro. “The lad will chat you up, ask exactly what you want to do with him, send you a few naked pics, even arrange a time and a place but then will drop all contact with you”. Richard sneered and said “yeah I thought we’d been talking for a bit too long” and closed the profile window. Passing the joint back up to me for Pedro (I took one sneaky toke cause I was doing Pedro a favour bringing it over to him), Richard then said, “I agree with you about this other lad though, he sounds hot as fuck”. Pedro took the joint off me and told us – “yeah this lad’s a choreographer or some shit called Keiran”. He took a drag while reaching toward the coffee table and for the ashtray, and reaching below, his small silver tray with the goodies on it. “He’s up from Carlisle for some dance competition or something, which he won yesterday, so now he wants to celebrate in style – that sound good to you guys?” Harry smiled and said “Moar dik!” and fist pumped the air, (another mating call of the sexpig!). Harry’s eyes widened a little as he saw the sizeable baggy of coke that Pedro had pulled out. He had chopped up another straw and was crushing the powder with his credit card as I looked over to Harry. I gave him that “are you alright with this?” look, and Harry smiled to me. All good so! On being offered the first line, I took my straw and snorted the powder back like a pro – and not the coke virgin I’d been hours before. As it started hitting me I saw Harry do the same. Richard said he’d do his in a moment while Finn came in from the kitchen, “ah lovely” he said, taking the tray. After I waited for Finn to finish snorting his line, I asked him what had he ordered from Don? He rubbed his nose and smiled, “all the good stuff, some G, some MDMA, a load of E, some strong poppers and Don said he might have some K too”. “K?” I asked, a little incredulously. Special K was harder to get than a still hot cheese and onion melt from a Greggs. Sorry, that’s a bit of an in-joke – Greggs is a chain in the UK that sells what should be perfect hangover food – like bacon and cheese sandwiches – but they’re always stone-cold – suffice to say it was near impossible to get K for ages. I turned back to Harry to see if he’s be ok doing K, but he was preoccupied. Pedro was currently kissing him while taking his hand and putting it into his dressing gown. Finn was saying something to me “…so we can be prepared for later”. I zoned back in, “yeah, sorry, what?” I said. He laughed and said “I was wondering if you wanted to grab a shower in the other bathroom?” and stood up and said “I’m heading there too myself. I’m raced out of the gym without a shower. See?”. He pulled out a damp vest from his training back that he had brought with him and offered it to me. I brought it up to my face and smelled it – glorious earthy mansweat. Nice! I groaned “I love the smell of fresh sweat from a guy” and Finn laughed and said, “well then you’d better come with me to get your last whiff, not everyone’s the same as you and I’m gonna go clean up now”. He took my hand and guided me out of the room. I looked back to see Pedro with his dressing gown open and Harry jacking Pedro’s beautiful 9 incher with pure lust in his eyes. He was fine. Richard was still on the computer sifting through a few more profiles. Finn guided me to a bathroom I hadn’t been in before. There he said pulled down the tracksuit bottoms to show his fuzzy beefy arse lovingly framed in a white jockstrap. I joked “ I bet that drives them wild in the gym”. He laughed and said “you have no idea!” and then stood into the bath/shower area. I noticed a douching shower attachment. As I started to strip down to my underwear Finn said, “so you’re the hot China-white fuck that Pedro was going on and on about all evening?” The very one”, I replied smugly, the coke boosting my confidence centres again. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, flexing one bicep and then the other. “Oh fuck yeah” Finn replied and wrapped his strong hairy arms around my waist. He went on “I’ve been wanting to do this since Pedro showed me your profile pic, ya hot fuck” and pulled me towards him and planted his lips on mine. As he kissed me the coke was surging through my body again, and the feeling of our wet lips crushing together was like two mini-universes colliding – all nerve impulses shooting at once. He wrapped his sweaty body around me, his erection poking into mine from his too-small jockstrap pouch. He ran his right hand up through my hair and started shoving his tongue into me, pushing and poking and forcing my mouth open. Moving my head with hand he took control and worked his jaws against mine. His beard was soft which was good because otherwise I would have gotten serious beardrash from his forceful snogging. Finn clearly was used to taking what he wanted and I was loving it. After what seemed like an age, he pulled back from our kiss and guided my mouth down his furry chest. I could smell the sweat off him – waves of his rich man sweat nuzzling into me. He guided me to each pale pink nipple, but as he didn’t take too long with each I could tell he wasn’t a nipple man. Fair enough – I’m not either unless I’m really fucking high. I nipped and played with each of them before he shoved me into his armpit. “Aw yeah” I thought, as I breathed in his ripe heavy scent. I was in a sea of sensory overload - his overall smell was nutty like walnut and salt– with the slightly bitter tones and all – maybe they suggested he hadn’t showered since yesterday but I was loving it. I shoved my nose into his glistening pit hair and was rewarded with his smell all over my face. He pulled me back to his face. “You really like that don’t ya?” he asked, looking me straight in the eyes. I responded by kissing him passionately. He pulled me to him into the bath and then started pushing my shoulders down. I went down to my knees as I lapped and nuzzled down his furry treasure trail. His ripe bulging jock strap was presented in front of me. I rubbed my face against his straining erection feeling his thick 6” cock through the thin scratchy fabric. He reached down to pull the pouch to side and his hard cock popped out and fell straight into my willing mouth. This is what I loved about gay slutty sex. You can literally just meet someone – have a wink or a smile, and next thing you’re blowing them. I always loved how stripped of bullshit gay relationships could be. I started tonguing Finn’s salty cock, and as my mouth pushed down his shaft I got to base where I saw the curtains matched the drapes. Having the highest proportion of red heads anywhere in the world, I had had my fair share of ginger lovers, but I always loved my first view of their firecrotch. I nuzzled into Finn’s damp thatch and got me a fucking smorgasbord of smells from his sweaty jock and pubes. I breathed in heavily while relaxing my throat so that I could half-deep throat him (which at 6” wasn’t really a problem). Finn responded by moaning, he obviously liked the throat fucking position. I picked up the pace and got into that proper gag-reflex frame of mind – the one that consciously tells your body – “nope I’m in charge here, do what I say” and got Finn into an easy pounding rhythm. As Finn was stuffing my face with his cock, I felt him reach down my back to my jocks and slip his fingers in to slide down my crack. Finding what he was looking for he started to circle my sweaty cum-lubed hole. He chuckled “oh shit dude, I see you’ve been pretty busy today”. I laughed on his cock, which almost made me gag but I got back in control pretty quickly. Finn sped up a bit and while increasing his assplay variations – a bit of poking, some circling, some rubbing the edge of the hole near the taint, - he knew what he was doing – I was in very capable hands – or well, they were in me. He groaned “oh fuck yeah,” and grabbing my hair with his other hand, he started force fucking my throat. He pulled his fingers out of me and shortly after I hear some rattling from the side counter. I looked up to see Finn taking his fingers up to his nose with a tiny metal spoon with a bump of coke in it. After he snorted the bump he started smelling his cum stained fingers. “Oh yeah boy” he muttered, increasing his speed, “oh yeah” he repeated breathily, “just keep doing what you’re doing”. I kept letting him throat fuck me, while I could hear him take a deep whiff of the cum and coke and ass juice smell he got from my ass. “Oh fuck yeah!” I heard Finn exclaim, as I felt his cock swell. Finn grabbed my hair in both hands shoved his cumming cock in as far as it would go. My nose was crushed against his heady crotch and in pig heaven as he began pumping ribbons of cum down my throat. Finn pulled off me and asked to see my hole. I turned around and dropped my jocks and I could feel him pull my cheeks apart. I felt him finger me and then he ordered me to hold them apart. As I did, he grabbed his phone from the counter and took a photo – just showing my spread ass and hole. Showing me the photo, I saw that my hole was a fairly bright pink – a few degrees brighter than its usual pale pink. Oozing out at the top was a pearl of cum Finn had just transferred from his own dripping cock. “I made a bet with Mac,” he said, “that I’d be the next in where Pedro left off, but your deep-throating was so good that I couldn’t help myself”. I turned to him laughed as he sent the photo. “Still,” he went on, “I guess technically it’s true now”. I chuckled, “actually, about that, I’m afraid you’re too late,”. He looked at me intrigued, “what do you mean?” he asked. I thought about telling him but then decide it was best as a horny story to tell the whole group. I said, “well, let me explain when we’re get back to the group”. Then Finn and I took turns using the douche and showering, all the while he kept trying to tease out from me, who else I had been with since earlier. There’s something strangely sweet about douching with another guy. You’re both gay so you should already be past any hang-ups with shit, but this way you both can have a frank chat about it while swapping places on the “hotseat” (the toilet). Maybe it’s one of those interactions that only ever works when high. Eventually we were both running clean, and we were fairly sure the majority of the water had gone out. Finn insisted on testing my hole with his rapidly recovering cock, and as he pulled his semi out and said “yep, all clear” we both heard the doorbell go.

3. There I was bound to a bed after drinking a water bottle of Viagra and drug laced water, sucking through a dirty jockstrap while god knows what else was being soaked up by my cock and the btms cum drying on my face. I started writhing on the bed, sweat was pouring off my body and I was so hard and horny I just wanted someone to ride my cock. Someone appeared in the door and stared in at me. I couldn’t se with the low light but I didn’t care anymore I just wanted someone, anyone to touch my cock and ride me. The man came closer, wanking his cock. He was an older guy, no one I would have looked at twice but I had seen him taking aw cock before and I got nervous and excited all at once. Here was some relief but I knew they guy was anything but safe. The drugs took over and I nodded furiously at him. He climbed his thin body onto me facing me and sank down on my cock. I groaned in relief and started to thrust. His limp cock was leaking precum onto my flat abs mixing with the dried cum left there by the other bottom. I could believe how sloppy his ass was and how slick. My cock was sliding in and out with ease and he hadn’t even added any lube. A thin sheen of sweat broke out on his body and his hands roamed over his slightly saggy chest. He reached down and smeared my face with his sweat. I was disgusted but he felt so good riding my aching cock I didn’t care. “Getting me close boy gonna shoot soon. Gonna drop this dirty load right on your face” I heard what he said but didn’t understand him, I was too horny and so close to cumming that I thrust faster and harder than I ever had. Suddenly just as I was about to cum he hopped up and pointed his cock at me. Blasting a huge load across my eyes and face and all over my chest. The cum burned in my eyes and I struggled humping the air. The troll bent down and started licking my face like a dog. Lapping up his own cum and the dried come from the one before him. Finally I could open my eyes and see is face better now that it was closer. I only had a quick look but I thought I saw an open sore at the corner of his mouth. “ Lets freshen you up a bit. Your owner said ya might need a bit of a recharging” Wth those words he reached in and poured another bottle of water over the gag and smeared more lube all over my cock. Giving me some good wanks and making me scream in frustration. “Thanks again and enjoy your night” He walked out and I was left with my cock bobbing straight up and wondering what was going to happen to me next.

Previously… Blair’s cock, lubed with spit and Pedro’s cum, felt massive inside me, I could feel his cock swelling up against my insides. I quickened the pace once more pulling my fingers out and then shoving them roughly back in again. Davie grunted and then set to work getting Blair to copy my rhythm. Blair needed no encouragement. He thrust quicker and deeper into me, and as he got close to the point of no return, I grabbed my cock out of Davie’s mouth and pulled him around to face me. Then as Blair pounded my ass while he came, I kissed his beautiful boyfriend and started to cum myself. I could feel every drop of Blair’s juice’s hit my asswalls as I started to lose it myself and cum a fullbody orgasm all the while looking into Davie’s wonderful blue eyes. I came all over Davie’s stomach and he chuckled at my orgasm face. Then, looking down at the jiz he said “pity, next time I want that inside me”. I smiled, raised and eyebrow and said “does that mean I have the room?” Right so… My name’s Stuart and I’m right now negotiating my rent with landlords. You could say at the moment, on the negotiation front, they’ve got me royally fucked. Not just about paying separate electricity and water bills, but properly fucked, cause right at this point one of ‘em was pulling their softening cock out of my ass and the other still had half my fist up his. And since they’d called me out on being high and used that as leverage to get a (very willing) fuck out of me, I had no idea whether they’d kick me out right there and then, or whether I’d get a full-on discount. However the lads seemed to be in the more blissful side of stoned and Davie turned to me with his gorgeous baby blues and said “Look Stu, we won’t lie to ya, we can only rent out this room in summer cause it’s a fuckin icebox in the winter. Not even the fireplace makes a huge difference. The last flatmate was actually convinced the room was haunted”. I was a bit taken aback by his honesty but fair fucks to him. I said “Well, how about I give it a shot for now” and I cleared my throat a little “ahem, for a, ahem, very, ahem, reasonable price”. Blair and Davie smiled at me and I went on, “and if there’s any really fucking freezing nights where I’ve nowhere else but this bed to be in…” and just then I started to use my forefinger to rub Davie’s prostate applying pressure to that hard node …till my fingers slipped past, and then repeated the motion rhythmically. I continued “then maybe my landlords would be so kind as to provide me with a warm space in their bed, or sling, or just one of their tight assholes for the night…” Then dismounting from the bed and my position over Davie, I said “I’ll give you boys some time to discuss this” and with my free hand I guided Davie’s still hard, coke can of a cock into my mouth. I won’t lie, I knew I wasn’t going to get him off from just blowing him. You can generally tell the type of guy who you can spend hours spit-polishing the knob of and eventually they’ll just pat you on the head and take over and jack off. However, his cock fascinated me, it wasn’t any run-of-the-mill average baby maker, this cock was a fucking Stradivarius of cocks – it’s one of those ones that you need to spend time with and figure out its temperament, figuring out the answers to questions like; how much attention should you apply to the wide sturdy shaft? In blowjobs, should you rake your teeth along the banjo string or spend more time on the ridge of the head? Was there a decent way to work it up into my ass without too much pain? And so on... And I was up to the challenge of answering all those questions and more for such a full-on beauty of a man and a cock. While I was sucking on Davie’s ass-splitter of a wide-cock, I broke off occasionally to move my head up and down his tight six pack and lick off my own cum. I tried my “Stuart’s patented tongue motion ™” while blowing him, but this was nigh impossible cause of Davie’s girth – I just couldn’t keep my tongue firm against that monster flared head inside my mouth. I just enjoyed the incredible sense of fullness having a cockhead that simultaneously rubbed the roof and tongue of my gaping mouth, and so I kept on sloppily blowing him like an eager teenager. After a long while, the sides of my cheeks were getting sore – it made me start to consider that there may be truth to that joke – why do gay men wear moustaches? To hide the stretch marks! I pulled off of him for a bit and had been successfully tuning out him and Blair muttering to each other. At this point though my actions had obviously become too distracting for them so Blair started working his fingers back up my ass to get out some of his cum and feed it to Davie. I meanwhile started working my tongue lower over Davie’s balls, and started lapping down his taint to his hole again. Here I worked my still pumping hand out and licked Davies juices off of my fingers – fuck he tasted good – there was this earthy “cumin”-y flavour to his sweat and down straight from his ass, it was like I was sniffing straight from the spice jar. I replaced my hand with my tongue and started reattacking his ass with fervour. The contrast between his slightly stubbly hole and his silky insides was driving me mental – if I could have defied physics and shoved my whole head up there I would have. As it was, after a long frenzied licking I felt the weight shift on the bed. I looked up to see Blair deep-throating Davie like a pro. I felt a twinge of something – I guess I felt a bit sad I couldn’t bob up and down that easily on that masterpiece – yet! – Blair looked at me with a bit of a challenge in his eyes – maybe he was responding to my envious look. Davie grabbed me by the hair and shoved me roughly back to his hole. He was close, and shortly after, with a short stifled “fuuu-uuh-uuh-uck”, Davie’s ass-cheeks clamped on my face as his whole body shook and he came straight down Blair’s throat. Davie had been pretty sparse with words all day and it seemed even his orgasms were a quiet affair. After we disentangled Blair told me as he wiped some cum from the side of his mouth, “look lad, you seem like a nice enough kid, but we’ve just met you and you’re coked off your head, however you more than did yourself proud here, and I know myself and Davie want to take turns on that arse a few more times”, Davie nodded and I made a private note to my ass (soon my precious – soon you’ll have Davie’s gorgeous cock up ya!). Davie left for the bathroom next door. Blair continued “…so here’s what we’ll do. You keep yourself clean here, in this house with no complaints from the others and by the time winter rolls round we’ll find some ways of keeping you warm” he laughed, “but if you turn out to be another lying fucking junkie, you’re out on your…” he took a breath, looking down slowly, “…your admittedly fine arse” With that he left the room to clean up in the bathroom after Davie came back. Davie passed me some tissues for my leaking hole. “Thanks”, I replied and cleaned up a bit and dressed again. Davie had pushed the bed back against the wall – it had moved out while we fucked. I walked around the bed to face him. I looked up into his sparkling blue eyes and there it was again – that jolt of connection. I whispered “I’d really like to spend some time with you Davie”. I moved up to him and ran my finger down the side of his face, down his elegant neck to his hairless chest, now nearly fully covered again by that fitted shirt. I leant in and kissed the nape of his neck tenderly. “God, you’re beautiful” I moaned, nuzzling my nose up past his jaw to his ears. I whispered “it’s not only that your cock is magnificent, nor that I’m going to love to work at stretching out that ass as far as I can.” I chuckled as I licked the curve of his ear “In fact I’d love you to take my fist virginity.” I felt his thumb trace down my cheekbone and the tip of his thumb moved a circle round my lips. I moved my face so that our forehead were touching and looked directly into his twinkling eyes, his thumb wet as it pressed my lower lip. I muttered “But it’s just this …feeling of connection. I mean, damn, if you were my fella…”. Davie’s eyes glittered a little hard and his index finger moved up to cover both my lips in the classic “shh” motion. He pushed me back gently but firmly and quietly said “Stuart you’re a nice lad, but let's not let the coke fuck up a nice budding friendship, your confidence is attractive, but most it is chemical right now”. He looked down to my hands and covered them with his, and then continued, “and you best be warned, we play quite rough in our household, so think carefully about who you want to stay with in winter. We won’t be offended if you can’t handle our play…” I cut him off with a kiss, pushing him back against the wall. His mouth opened up to me and I slipped my tongue in past his soft lips and next thing, we were battling it out both passionately tongue against tongue, jaws working, licking, tasting, sucking… With that we heard the bathroom door close and quickly we both went back to rearranging the room. When Blair came back in the room, Davie went up to me and gave me a set of keys and walked over to Blair. The older man said “we’ll be in touch” and the two left. I looked at my phone - it was 8.30pm and there was an odd symbol bleeping the corner of the screen. It was a picture message from Pedro. I opened it to see a hot older bear – a tiny pot-belly on him but pretty fit, mid-40s, a goatee, a wicked grin and a close-cropped Caesar haircut, like that one that George Michael had for a little while when he was still famous and not a mess. He was topless and holding a syringe in his hand pointing to the only part of Pedro in the pic – all nine inches of it - which the older guy was holding in his other hand. The text below it said “Getting favours and Caverject for tonight. Will have a few lads over. Come a.s.a.p. Bring a friend. P.” What the fuck was Caverject? And who the fuck could I bring to this party? I looked through the names of my phone – I put an X beside the phone numbers of hook-ups I didn’t know that well – like “Clyde X” or “Gavin X”. Although neither of those would do – Clyde was a prude who only liked vanilla and safe and I was guessing Pedro wouldn’t be up for accommodating him. Gavin – well Gavin was also a no-go. Gavin was an undertaker’s assistant and part-time bus-driver who I hooked up with once in the Revolver (a sleazy enough gay pub in town – now called the Underground). It was one of those hook-ups that promised a lot – we’d met over the pool table as I challenged him for control of the table – in the Revolver back a few summers ago there was a tradition that you had to beat the guy currently playing on the table to take it over. Gavin was over 6 and half feet tall, pasty and had big geeky ears sticking out but looked pretty well built under his Reebok tracksuit, and I was drunk and horny enough to think “fuck it - he’ll do”, so I turned the charm on. He jokingly bet me a drink if I won, and when he asked me what his prize would be I raised my eyebrows and said “my arse”. He nearly spat his drink out with that but laughed and said “you’re on”. I quickly “lost” and he came up to me and said “when do I collect my prize?” I laughed and replied “your place? Now?” Fuck – I’m taking too long with this story – it doesn’t have a happy ending, sad to say – Gavin turned out to live in the fucking Red Road tower apartments – the fucking Red Road! – It’s fucking junkie central, massive high-rise tower blocks full of people who are too poor to have anywhere else to go – now thankfully being demolished as they’d become a popular place for people who’d had enough of Glasgow’s most depressing place to live; where all the hope gets knocked out of ya before you’re old enough to leave, and jumped off the top of the 30-floor buildings. As we walked through the dark streets, when he wasn’t regaling me with some fucked-up fact known only to undertakers, Gavin was groping me where and whenever he could. I obviously was a bit wary of the gangs hanging on the street corners, ready for some abuse to be hurled our way – he said “don’t worry, they know I’m one of their faggots”. I always found that funny – that the gangs chose not to gaybash their own fags, just other ones. Sorry – I’m dragging this tale out again – suffice to say we got back to his, he turned out to have a lovely big fat juicy knob, it was strangely fatter in the middle than at the root or the tip. There was no problem with that - the only problem was that Lurch was an exclusive bottom, so I flipped him round and fucked him for all I was worth. He screamed the house down and afterwards smoking a spliff, told me it was the fuck of his life. The next morning I was woken up to his mum coming into the room with a tray for breakfast in bed for the both of us! She said something like “well I knew you had company from the sounds last night”. I was trying to hide under the covers totally mortified! Worse still, after she left, Gavin kept talking about how special last night was, and how he couldn’t wait to introduce me to his friends, and how my place was close to his bus route terminus. I fuckin ran out of that place – well not literally, but I made my excuses and got the fuck out of dodge. The only reason I kept the number was to warn myself not to engage, as he still – two years later – sent me little longing texts full of fucking emoticons and warmly remembering our night making love. For fuck’s sake like! I still avoid the bus. Anyways I got off topic. Clyde and Gavin were far from the only X’s on my phone. In fact someone normal may say I had a problem – as over half my address-book was full of X’s. I liked to call myself “hypersocial”. I always liked to meet up with new people, try new things and always gave a new fetish a go, just don’t try to tie me down the morning after, like Gavin (for fuck’s sake!). Also in my defense, I often kept the numbers of hook-ups in other parts of the country or down in England. Especially if the dick was “right”! As far as I was concerned if the dick is right, you can hang on to that number for a few years, even through a short-term relationship or two, and try your luck next time you’re in the area. I knew I wasn’t half-bad in bed, cause I had more than a few fuckbuds who were like that with me – texting me out of the blue after two or more years cause they were in town. I was scrolling through my contacts after Gavin and got to “H” and there was Hero X – or as I knew him- Harry. Harry was a lad I met in the local sauna cruising. Harry was a half Lebanese-half Scottish hipster type (before hipsters) whose hippy parents named him Hero after the original Hero and his sister was called Artemis. Poor fuckers! She went by Artie and he went by Harry now so I should really have recorded him as that, but I already had a Harry X (who was a foot fetishist in Dundee. That Harry always gave me new pairs of socks when we met, so he could keep mine – very handy!). Harry and I originally first met in a cubicle where he fucked me. We were the only two lads in our twenties in darkrooms in Pipeworks. He loved going down on my sizable knob – I don’t think I’ve described it till now, but I was about 7.5 inches with a bit of a curve to the left like a banana. I wasn’t “cut” per se, but I didn’t have a much of a foreskin, so the head was always on show. Guys liked it as it hit all the right spots when fucking. Meanwhile, I loved the look of this little hipster dude – he had curly hair he left grow on top but kept short on the back and sides, which gave him that romantic poet/starving artist look. He was a bit on the swarthy side cause of his Lebanese background, lean body covered in black hair, tight fuckin ass and a nice cock and sleazy as fuck like me. When we met the first time he lead me into the cubicle and after he blew me for a while, he bent me over so my face was facing the gloryhole while he fingered me. He whispered in my ear in his thick Glasgow accent “be sure to blow anyone who tries it – I want a show”, while tearing open the sachet of lube we got given at the entrance. Two guys did indeed try it and they must have been able to tell I was getting pounded from behind from the jerky half-assed blowjobs I gave them. One eventually left, but the other managed to cum from my divided attention. Like I gave a fuck to be honest, they were just props for Harry and I. Actually when I met Harry first, I thought he was a little aloof – turns out he was just like me – the way I was to Gavin – up for fun, but just fun. At the time we were both heavily involved in college life and had a busy social life, we tended to keep our fuck-buddies at a distance, just cause we had too much going on. However we kept on bumping into each other online, in the sauna or the sleazy cinema, so that eventually one evening we agreed to go back to his place proper. When I went there we got stoned and chilled, fucked a little - taking turns (he was vers like me) and we bonded while he tried to teach me the wonders of P.J. Harvey’s back catalogue and I kept beating him on Mario Kart. It was there I met his sister – who was a cool fuckin artist chick and who still called him Hero. All in all I’d known Harry about a year and half and I knew he would be just the type who’d be up for Pedro’s little gathering – and while he mightn’t try all the drugs on offer (still hadn’t a clue what Caverject was – and this was before smartphones) he’d be happy to do his thing and not be intimidated by those doing stronger drugs. I texted him “hey lad, u up 4 a bit of a session?” and after a few minutes we had the following back and forth: Harry: “what u mean?” Me: “know a hot Spanish lad, wants to have a session” Harry: “wots he like?” Me: “fit bod, big dick, bit of a coke head, has two or three more lads visiting too” Harry: “and them?” Me: “one is a youngish bear, dunno the others” Harry: “what’s the name of the lads? Do they have gaydar profiles?” Y’see back then, judging a potential fuck was all about checking out their Gaydar profile. If you went to the continent you could use Gayromeo, maybe Manhunt (though it was never that great in Europe), but Gaydar was the one to use in the British Isles. This was before Grindr. I emailed on to Harry the link to Pedro’s Gaydar account that just had pics of his dick and body and a list of his sexual preferences (which were very wide) and in the “Looking for” section was only “a tight ass to fuck, no drama”. Sure enough, shortly after I sent Harry the profile I got a call from him. Without typical introductions he launched in, "nice fucking cock" he said, "and you think the other guys will be like him?" he asked. I replied "I'd say so" thinking of Andrew and the other Northern Irish guy who's been filmed by Pedro. Harry's voice quivered a little "fuck dude, this is getting me hot I can already see a wet patch in my jocks, but I dunno about the drugs." I laughed loudly, "look don't worry about the drugs, my fuckbuddy Andrew doesn't do too much, so I'd say Pedro's used to having orgies or groups or whatever you want to call this - evening entertainment - with people with all different tastes together". Harry took a deep breath and said "Fuck it, lets do this. Can you meet me in 30 minutes at Buchanan?” Buchanan St. Station was about halfway from where Harry was in the west-side to where we were, so it was fair I meet him there to bring him to Pedro's. I hung up, grabbed my bag and headed toward the door. As I passed through the downstairs hall I thought I saw a flash of movement from the door to Emmett's room - the male nurse. "Hello!?" I said to the hall, "Is anyone here?". No movement. Maybe it was nothing. "Fuck this" I thought, and I went to meet Harry - tonight was gonna be the fucking tops.

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

Glasgow Tales 3. Previously… I urged him on, “fuck yeah Pedro, I’m almost ready”. He looked me looking back at him and grinned. Then he started pounding my ass like a man-possessed. I couldn’t keep up with him and it was in a very short time he started breathing low and heavy. He grabbed my hips and muttered something in Spanish and then I could feel his cock fill up and shoot out hot cum straight into my ass. Time slowed down with as he came, my energy and his energy joining, the coke sending everything electric, the cum - we were one being, blissed out on life. As he pulled out I looked at the time – it was 6.45pm. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I about to be late for an appointment with my hopefully new landlords. I’d just had the fuck of my life from a sleazy Spaniard dealer called Pedro and now I was desperately trying to get sober, get showered and get out from his place to run down to this new room I was hoping to rent. The ironic thing was I was hoping to get this room to keep an eye on a mate of mine who was in a bit of a drug spiral – was that real ironic or Alanis Morrissette “ironic”? So how does someone get sober from coke in less than five minutes? Fucked if I know. I had Pedro, who was chuckling to himself, looking up Yahoo Answers for it, but half the answers were preachy fuckwits saying you deserved what you got, and the other half telling me to meditate and not drink coffee. Without time for a shower, Pedro’s cum still in my ass and still not having cum yet, I pulled on my bag and my jacket and headed for the door. Pedro looked up from his phone and said “hey chico, here take this, it might help you calm down a bit”. He tossed me a spliff, which I pocketed, and then, as I was heading out the door, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and ran it down to the shaft of his once-more growing cock and said “then bring that white pussy back to me when you’re finished with your guy. I have a guy lined up tonight, but I’m not through with that ass”. “You’re on” I replied and left, taking the stairs down two at a time. In my coke haze I made good time across the city until I was at the door of Bill’s place (and hopefully soon “my place”, if I made a good impression). Bill answered the door in a rugby shirt and running shorts. At 6”2 with bristly black hair that grew everywhere (the backs of his fingers were like little forests), Bill could be seen as intimidating, but only if you didn’t know him. The local rough types steered clear of him, but for me, I had grown up with him in Skye and remembered the geeky Super-Mario fanatic he was (and still is). I found it hard to see him as anything but a lovable stoner. Speaking of which, he stank of weed. “Dude” I said, wrinkling my nose, “you reek of weed and your landlords are due to meet me here any moment”. He laughed and said “relax, it’ll only be a quick chat I’d say, anyways I’m out for a jog, so you’ve the place to yourself” With that, he pushed past me, giving me the thumbs up, and headed down the road. With Bill gone I looked around the house – it was an old Georgian redbrick that had seen better days. The room I’d be renting was at the back above the kitchen. The kitchen being the only social room in the shared house – the landlords Davie and Blair who lived about five streets away in a decidedly nicer part of town, had converted the living room to another bedroom while they worked on earning enough money to do up the entire place. So the garden was a jungle, all the rooms smelled a little damp, even now in the middle of summer, and it was a good thing they had Bill there, cause he was the only one who was handy enough to keep the whole place from falling apart. All in all there were five bedrooms in the place, all dirt cheap. Top floor there was Bill’s master bedroom where I hung out many a night getting stoned. Across the hall there was a rail-electrician who worked nights and who I’d never met. Bill, in his more paranoid stoner moments, was convinced the guy was a cop on a stake-out. Then there was a split-level with the room for rent and a bathroom. The bathroom-door had a post-it note on it currently, asking people to remember to flush. That would be Sabine, the passive aggressive bitch of a girlfriend to Stefan. The German couple shared a bedroom downstairs and Stefan would often creep up to Bill’s room late at night to have a quick joint after his girlfriend fell asleep. We all wondered why he stayed with her, she must have been a demon in the sack. We used to have fun seeing how many of her post-it notes Bill could make her write in a day. Lastly there was Emmett, who was a “murse” – a male nurse, and who Bill (mainly because of his job) suspected was a fag. Like the guy upstairs, he kept night shifts and I’d never met him. Wondering what to do – it was 7.05pm and my eyes were still rolling my head from the coke-high, I went down to the kitchen and put on the kettle. The kitchen was full of post-it notes again “Who ate my cheese???”, “This is SABINE and STEFAN’s milk!!!” and the classic “Who left these dirty dishes here???” We wondered what would happen if we ever pushed her past a fourth question mark. I decided to make enough tea for everyone and took off my jacket to get comfortable. Soon enough I heard a key turn in the door. “Hello?” I heard a voice call from the hall, as two guys came into the house. The first guy to come was dressed in biker gear – all black leather. As he took off his motorbike helmet I saw he had a shaved head and was in his late forties – weathered, brown eyes with a little hint of grey stubble but well built with a broad frame and serious muscle under all that leather – this must be Blair – the older of the two. As we made eye contact I saw the second man behind him come into view. This must be Davie I thought, as the younger man (about mid thirties) pulled off his leather jacket. He was wearing a fitted checked shirt and one of those Che Guevara green caps over ear-length curly hair. As he turned and his bright blue eyes made contact with mine, all I could think was “fuck, I’m in love”. Bill never mentioned his landlords were fucking hot! As the two came into the kitchen I shook their hands and we sat down for some tea. I kept stealing glances at the two of them when I thought they wouldn’t notice. Blair was seriously buff and after removing his biker jacket, he was just wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt to complement his leather pants. His gym-work must have been impeccable cause every inch of his skin on display was an anatomy lesson. Davie was a slimmer but still had a gym-fit build with pale skin like mine, and his face looked like it had been lifted off a Caravaggio or one of those painters. Those bouncy curls that framed his face with its gorgeous cheekbones... I realised noone had talked in a while, and they were looking at me expectantly. “Um so yeah” I started “I’ve known Bill from when we were kids” I could see the two exchange curious glances. “Stuart”, Davie quietly said, “we were asking you what you did for money?” “Oh right” I replied, “I’m currently working a landscape gardening company. It’s just me and my boss Angus”. (Ok, relax Stuart – I thought – you don’t have to give them your life story). “We do a lot of the gardens in the area. It keeps the wolf from the door while I’m figuring out what to do next, and keeps me fit too – I mean, just look at these guns” as I flexed my biceps. (Oh wait – did I actually just say that?) – I caught up with myself – it was like my mouth was running two speeds faster than my brain. (Quick! Laugh it off and move on!) “Ahem, but I am planning to go back to college in a year and work on a PhD in horticulture” –(ok slow down), I continued “maybe do some work with the Botanic Gardens and so anyways I had to move to be closer to work, Angus is a real slave-driver (seriously dude, slow the fuck down) and Bill mentioned there was a room going here, he just let me in just before you came, he hasn’t given me a key or anything”. Davie laughed a little nervously, his eyes twinkling as he reached across the table to me “Relax, Stuart”, he said, “I can tell since we’ve given you little notice to meet us and you’re probably a bit nervous” His whole look was that of a trendy student-professor type, I think he said he worked in Caledonian or one of the others. His hand gently touched my forearm. “now tell me, why are you all wired up?” (Fuck he knows!) “Did Bill really give you such a terrible impression of us?” (Oh nevermind). I laughed and distractedly patted my hand on Davie’s. “Sorry guys, you’re right, you caught me at a bad time – I had to race across town from another meeting, and I guess my body’s still in that Speedy-Gonzales-mode”. Blair’s eyebrows raised and he shot a look to Davie. He asked “So where was it you were coming from, lad?” “Oh, em, a sorta friend I guess” I replied. “And does this “sorta friend” have a name?” Blair continued. (Why all of a sudden did I feel like I was back in Skye being asked who I was meeting by my parents, when I going off to blow the vicar’s son Aldous – but that’s another story). “His name’s Pedro” I replied, “he’s a new acquaintance I guess”. Blair and Davie smiled back at me “ah, that sorta friend” Blair laughed. Davie smirked “I knew you were gay the second…” he took a breath “the second Bill told us on the phone”. They both broke out laughing. Smug bastards. “Well we’re sorry we interrupted your budding sorta-friendship”. I laughed too, they seemed to get me. I piped up, “and to answer your question Davie, Bill did not give me a terrible impression and he definitely didn’t tell me how fit you guys are! When I think of a pair of gay landlords I would never have thought of the pair of you – I see ye both as gym instructors maybe” I quipped (ok – tone it down Stuart). Davie looked at Blair and said “well, flattery will get you everywhere!” Standing up, he said “well we should really show you the room, before you make poor Pedro jealous” With that we went up the stairs to the room. The narrow room was pretty bare with a bed and mattress in to the right as you opened the door. To the left was a wardrobe and chest of drawers with an ashtray on it and after that a sink. The room’s real feature was its Georgian windows facing out over the garden and an original fireplace – vital for keeping the place warm in winter. Davie was just finishing “and when we renovate, that’s where the pelmet will be”. I was not looking at where he was pointing (what the fuck is a pelmet anyway?) but at the gap of pale skin he left exposed from his fitted check shirt to his cords. Was that line a cum-gutter? Nice six-pack Davie! And the lad was obviously packing too from the way he was standing. ‘Stuart?” Davie asked me, smiling as I tore my eyes away from his crotch, “ I was asking you if you were had a boyfriend or anything? The room might be a bit small for a couple” “Oh, no” I replied, “just a few sorta friends” I joked. Blair was standing behind me, and reached over me to pick up the ashtray. I could smell his spicy aftershave and thought – If I can smell them, are they smelling Pedro right now…? “Looks like Bill’s been smoking his wacky-baccy in here again” Blair said as he emptied the ashtray. Davie smirked, “Fuck I’d kill for a joint right now” Blair replied “Fuck, I’d fuck for a joint right now” I laughed at the two of them and then I thought of the joint that Pedro left me. Blair lifted up my jacket that he’d brought from the kitchen. “Looking for something?” he asked, and with that he pushed me onto the bed. “What’s going on?” I asked mock-innocent, Blair pulled out the giant joint that Pedro gave me. “What do you call this laddy?” he barked. “You don’t honestly think we hadn’t realised you’ve been fucked up the entire time you’ve been here?” Davie sat down beside me and put his hands on either side of my face “Honestly, Stuart! Your eyes are as big as plates. Look at me for a second”. I was freaking the fuck out. “Wait”, I gasped, “I can explain”. I looked up to see Blair and Davie saying something about “are we doing this?” I immediately thought “this” was “calling the police”. “Guys, wait, look I’m sorry” I appealed to them, “You’re right I’ve been a bit stoned since I came here” I lied, “I thought it would calm me down, but it’s wound me up instead and now I’ve made a balls of the interview” I stood up and turned to the two of them on the bed. “Please, if there’s anyway I can “unfuck-up” this meeting let me know” Blair and Davie looked at each other and smiled. Blair turned to me and said “So you think you can come into our home, and get baked and flirt shamelessly with the two of us, all for what – to get a room?” “No” I denied, “I honestly just want to live with Bill – he’s been a friend from childhood and we get on well – I’m never normally this baked – I just got stoned with Pedro on a new strain of weed, and I guess I didn’t react well to it” Davie pulled out a lighter and lit up the spliff in Blair’s hands, he asked “is this the same weed Stuart?” as Blair took a deep drag. “So let’s see what effect it has” Davie continued and with that took a drag himself, his perfect lips drawing in the fumes, his blue eyes holding eye-contact with me before disappearing in the exhaled smoke. “Fuck, that’s strong stuff” Blair muttered, then asked “so what else did you and your stoner friend Pedro get up to?” I gulped, I knew where this conversation was going – at least I thought I did. Davie knelt up on the bed, all the while staring straight at me. He whispered something to Blair, who, laughing, said “yeah that’s a good idea”. As they were talking I realised just how fucked up I was, my knees were actually full-on trembling! “Stuart” Blair asked, “I want you to show us what you did with your friend Pedro, what happened first?” I hesitantly replied “um, I know Pedro through a fuck-buddy of mine”, I took a deep breath, and thought - well here goes nothing, “I went to his apartment at 4 o’ clock and the door was ajar. He was kneeling on the bed waiting for me, smoking a spliff” “Like this?” Blair interrupted and kneeled up on the bed beside Davie, taking a drag of the spliff, and then released it and asked “and what did you do?” Both watched me intently like cats that have their prey cornered and are just waiting for the right time to pounce. “Fuck this” I thought to myself, “go balls deep or go home” and facing my landlords, I quickly pulled off my top, slid off my underwear and trousers and stepped naked in front of them. “Then I sucked his cock” I said, and knelt down in front of them, licking my lips. Davie’s cords took no time to unbutton, and sure enough he was sporting a sizable cock at about 7 inches but almost that again in girth – a proper coke can cock. As I knelt and freed his cock I looked into both of their eyes. They were just as mesmerised by the scene as I was. Freeing Blair’s cock took a little more time – one-handed while stroking Davie’s cock it took a while to get the strong zip on the Blair’s leather pants down. It was then I realised they were shaved their pubes. I took Davie’s cock in my mouth while looking up at both of them. I ran my fingers over the day-old stubble up to their hard firm stomachs. Davie took a pull of the joint and then passed it down to me. After taking a toke I swapped over to Blair’s dick. He too was about 7 inches but not as thick as Davie and with a bright purple head. Blair pulled up his tight black t-shirt up revealing his abs and pecs as I swallowed his cock down to the root. Davie started to play with Blair’s obviously enhanced nipples and he shuddered as I picked up pace. “The boy sure knows how to suck cock” he said, eyes closed with one hand grabbing the back of my head. He then started bucking into my mouth. I gagged a little but went with it, loving how full my mouth was feeling. Meanwhile Davie bent down to help me with Blair’s cock, and we battled it out with our mouths over it – making a tunnel for it between our mouths, and then we found ourselves kissing passionately. I was kissing Davie, Bill’s insanely hot landlord, unbuttoning his shirt and running my hands over his smooth pale chest. His pillowy lips engulfed mine and his tongue rose up to enter my mouth and I opened my eyes to see his crystal blues staring straight back at me. I felt this odd surge of emotion through me and it felt like Davie was feeling it as well. When I went down on Davie’s cock, Blair came around behind me and whispered two things into my ears, “We knew you were high as soon as you started babbling in the kitchen” and “we know it’s not just weed you’re on”. Then he grabbed my hair and started vigorously throat-fucking Davie with my head. I nearly fucking choked, there were tears running down my face. “You want this room don’t you Stuart, but you need to convince us why we should give a junkie like you a chance”, he then leaned forward and looking me in the eyes he licked the tears from my face. “I’ll be your new fucking landlord, is that what you want?” Blair whispered in my ears as he jerked his lover off with my mouth. “What else are you on Stuart? You can tell me” “Omghfjhddf” is all I could manage to say – as my mouth was quite obviously in use. “What’s that?” Davie asked, jerking back my head off of his cock. I gasped for air, and ’fessed up, “I did some coke with Pedro, it was my first time, he said I’d be sober by the time I got to you”. Davie looked at Blair, they both blinked a few times and then erupted in laughter. “Right” Blair said, “where’s this Pedro live? We’re gonna pay him a visit someday, but not before I get my first load out. Davie, prepare the boy” Davie looked at me, and grinned and said “well done Stuart, you’ve done the right thing telling us”, and then scooted to my ass and shortly shouted up “Looks like Pedro’s done some damage here” and then I felt Davie’s tongue dive between my cheeks looking for the foamy traces of Pedro’s load. Blair shoved me onto his cock as his partner licked me clean of Pedro’s seed. I deep throated Blair’s cock for all I was worth, banging my face on his defined abs and reach a hand up to play with his pumped up nips. Davie came up for air and got up on the bed facing away from me. “Get down on my lover’s ass boy” Blair barked and with no hesitation I dove right in. Even though he had looks like an angel, Davie had a well-worn hole that had seen some traffic – This was no young twink I was playing with. He opened quickly to my tongue and I licked off all the sweat of his day from him. Taking my cue from Pedro’s lingering ass-play I used my jaw and worked fingers into my routine. Davie was toking the remains of the spliff and grinding his ass back into me, loving the extra-special attention while reaching back to grab my cock. It didn’t really work so he turned around and ducked under me 69 style, presenting his hole to me while engulfing my cock. While I started to rim Davie, Blair had been tasting Pedro out of my ass. When Davie switched up the positions on the mattress, Blair spoke up “I think the young slut has had coke up his ass – I can taste it”. I chuckled at this point and said “yeah you got me Blair, now will you shove something else up there?” Blair chuckled “Oh, ya finally grew a bit of a spine did ya?” I just reached back with both hands and pulled my cheeks further apart. “Hang on lad” Blair said, “I’ll destroy ye, take a hit of this first” and passed me on some poppers he obviously had had on him the entire time. After a little bit of rearranging and me fumbling with the plastic seal for a bit, we were finally set. I was doggy-style diagonally across the corner of the bed sticking out into the centre of the room. Davie was under me, sucking Blair’s and my cock at the same time. I took the first hit off of the newly opened bottle. The room started to spin a bit as I reached back to give them to Blair. Moments later when he had his hit and passed them on to Davie, I felt Blair’s cockhead at my asshole. At this stage the poppers were properly lighting up inside me and added to the weed and coke my ass was on fire. Blair (with Davie’s guidance), got his cock about halfway up when I needed another hit of poppers. I kept thinking this would have been easier with a bit more lube than what Pedro left. This time I said down to Davie, “I’m gonna finger your ass, and I want you to guide Blair in the same way I’m fingering you”. Then I licked my thumb and taking a deep hit of the poppers I guided it down to Davie’s spit-slick tunnel until I reached halfway, then I started to pull and push slowly working my way deeper into his well fucked hole. Seconds late I felt Blair’s cock push and pull inside me and I smiled, ‘that’s it, yeah!” Working in two more fingers I got the thumb, index and middle finger in to the second knuckle and started to gentle rock them in and out of Davie’s sphincter. Sure enough Davie got Blair to follow suit, and we soon had a decent rhythm going where I’d slow Blair down or speed him up depending on my finger-fucking of his lover. Davie wanted more and more of me in his ass, and his eagerness lead to me increasing the pace of my fingering and thus my own fucking. I’d say Davie had been fisted a few times, and if I had the right lube I would have tried it, but maybe next time. Blair’s cock, lubed with spit and Pedro’s cum, felt massive inside me, I could feel his cock swelling up against my insides. I quickened the pace once more pulling my fingers out and then shoving them roughly back in again. Davie grunted and then set to work getting Blair to copy my rhythm. Blair needed no encouragement. He thrust quicker and deeper into me, and as he got close to the point of no return, I grabbed my cock out of Davie’s mouth and pulled him around to face me. For a few seconds time stood still, as we locked gazes. Then Blair started to shout "oh fuck yeah" as pounded my ass while he came. I held to Davie and passionately kissed him while one handedly getting to cliamx myself. I felt that I could feel every drop of Blair’s juice’s swimming in my gut and while looking into Davie’s wonderful blue eyes, I started to lose it myself and cum a fullbody shuddering orgasm. I came all over Davie’s stomach and he chuckled at my orgasm face. Then, looking down at the jiz he frowned and said “pity, next time I want that inside me”. I smiled, raised and eyebrow and said “does that mean I have the room?”

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

Jonny Quest

i prefer a loose hole only if the bottom knows how to use his cunt properly.. I keep mine clean and ready should the occassion arise:)

I once had a tight hole now it's a well trained mussel that can take the biggest dicks and even been fisted. I keep it trained as a working boy it has to be ready.

I'd become addicted to meeting married guys. Even though I knew it was morally wrong, my dick didn't care. Neither did my asshole. Whenever I would chat with a guy who was "discrete" I would inevitably ask them if they were married. I think my brain hoped that they weren't, so that I could hook up guilt-free. But my ass would hope that they were married, so I could get fucked by a married man. There was something so hot about a guy, married to a woman, with children of his own, raising a family. A man so confident in his ability to manipulate those around him, to fuck a fag like me. After my first couple hook ups with married men, I desired to be their piece on the side. They can take it or leave it, but my ass was open to them. I met up with a construction worker, who was currently staying at his friend's place while working a job. His wife and kids were back home miles away, and I released myself to him with abandon. We kissed furiously within the first seconds of greeting each other. I couldn't get enough of his buff physique, hairy in some places and smooth in others, with skin bright red from working in the sun shirtless. After some hot foreplay, he made a move to fuck me. I asked if he had any condoms, and he said he wanted to fuck me raw. I appreciated a man who stated what he wanted. No bullshitting or lying like, "oh I forgot to buy condoms sorry!" He wanted to ride me bareback and made it known. I weakly protested, but he only smirked as he playfully wrestled me down. I tried pushing back against him, to see how far he would go. He wrangled me face down, ass up, his thick hand holding my neck. Using only a couple globs of spit, he sank his girth into me, and I squealed into the sheets. At last, I felt like was home again. Being filled by a man, a real man. A man who's dick has probably fucked many men and woman, including his wife. The same dick that has brought children into the world. In a weird way I wished his seed would make me pregnant, marking me as his property. I loved getting dominated like that. His hand held my neck down, choking me as he brutally fucked and seeded my ass. After he came, I massaged his cock with my ass, milking it for all I could get. We met up frequently before he finished his job and went back home. I knew it would eventually end, and that was all part of the allure to me. Am I fucked up?

NVRPullout bareback orgy Where 5th floor walk up on Lexington and 23rd These parties have had several names. Testosterone is another name. The host's name is changed too but the pictures used are always appealing. I have been to several of these under various names and the attendance is always so sparse I had stopped going. Recent parties have listed massive attendance and action on BBRT and claim to be so popular they are given every Sunday night over the summer. Three weeks ago I gave it another chance, On the dark stairs it was the same Greek host (who only has sex with a condom) while trying to make money from the bareback community. The three hour party advertised upwards of 97 attendees. One hour into the party there were FIVE men there. Yes, it's possible that this was just an off night. If anyone has had any luck at these events I will accept correction. I left feeling really resentful that the party giver had so exaggerated the size of the event and had been boaasting huge turnouts for weeks. I also knew the host's BBRT profile was Greekram and felt NVRPullout was used just to rebrand the scam. No matter how good this party sounds, it is all false advertising.

The second time I barebacked was also with a married man. In hindsight I should have known he was married, all the signs were there. Being the innocent 22 year old, I obliviously followed the will of my horny hole. We met on Planet Romeo. He seemed a nice enough guy, although incredibly discrete. He only shared pictures of his crotch, while asking for my nude and face pics. I supplied them all, eagerly awaiting his approval, and once that was met, we exchanged numbers. The winter of 2010 was rather snowy in my area, and finding time together was tough. I lived with my brother at the time, making it impossible to bring a stranger home for sex. This guy said he could sometimes host, since he lived with his brother and wife. All throughout he was very persistent, sometimes calling me during the day to talk dirty to me. Sometimes this annoyed me, especially if I was at work, but other times I got a raging hard on listening to his deep voice. Finally after some back and forth, we decided on a time to meet at his house directly. The morning of our meeting, I reached out to him to confirm the time. I asked if he had condoms and lube, but he said he had run out. He still desperately wanted to meet, but I told him that I only play safe. He asked me then to bring condoms and lube, explaining that his car was buried in snow. 'Well at least I found out ahead of time,' I thought. After buying the supplies, I made my way over to his place and parked outside. I noticed car partly covered by snow, and as I walked by, I noticed a car seat for babies in the back. Maybe that wasn't his car? I knocked on his front door and a short but handsome man in his early 30s answered. He had these sexy dark eyes and was very clean cut. I felt lucky that he wasn't some troll, but at that point my hole was hungry enough to let anyone in. We quickly made our way to the guest room while making out. Once there, we helped each other out of our clothes and explored our bodies. I remember how he pushed me onto the puffy duvet covered bed, which was a simple queen-sized mattress on the floor. He pinned me to the sheets, which were warm from the heating vents, and we made out passionately. After the usual foreplay, I retrieved the condoms and lube from my jeans. "I hope I got the right size," I said with a wink. He was a bit bigger girth-wise, something I had underestimated in the photo he sent. "That should be fine, we'll make do," he said. I watched him put the condom on hastily, and I noticed that he didn't pinch the top of the condom, but I didn't think anything of it. We assumed the missionary position and he slowly entered me, which was painful at first since my hole wasn't stretched out. Once he was finally inside me, we began fucking properly. We did missionary for a while, then switched to the side, then doggy, then finally back to missionary. I loved the full feeling of his dick inside me, and I missed it every time he had to pull out. That was when I heard a snap inside me. I could see that he heard it too from the look in his eyes, but he continued to pump away anyway. In fact he continued at an accelerating pace, and I didn't tell him to stop. I knew deep down that the condom broke, and he was going to cum inside me. My dick got harder and we kissed more deeply and passionately as before. He finally came inside, pumping all of his semen into my ass, and collapsed on top of me. I naively thought that there could be a slight chance that his dick was still wrapped up, but after he slowly pulled out, the torn condom followed, and I knew he had impregnated me. An onslaught of conflicting feelings descended on me. I felt fearful that he might have given me an STD, but I also felt so turned on, getting fucked raw by a man. As these thoughts went through my mind, I made up some excuse to leave and dressed myself. He promised that he was clean and negative, and he wanted me to stay and possibly go for a round two, but I knew I needed to go home and wash myself. During the car ride home, I felt his cum dribble out of my well worn hole into the seat of my jeans. I never felt so sexy in my life. I went home and jacked off furiously, fingering my wet hole and realizing my dream to be a bareback cum slut. More tales to come!

Part 3 Sorry been mental busy guys. The metal rattle of keys being shoved into a lock woke me from my light sleep. The cell blanket wrapped around my naked body and the pile of my piss soaked cloths lying in the corner brought my situation back to me in a rush. My heart started beating fast as I knew who was coming into the cells again and my cock sprung to life much to my disgust. He stepped in and again locked the door to the cells closed but this time he turned back to the door and taped a large sheet of paper over the view slot in the door. I also noticed a bag hanging at his waist caught on his belt beside his gun. He strode arrogantly over to my cell and pointed to the spot right in from of him. I knew what he wanted and hated myself for almost rushing over. But over I went there was no refusing his gesture. He stood there with an air of expectance and I raised my arms allowing the blanket to fall off my body as my hands went to the growing bulge in his trousers to unzip and allow his monster cock out again. My own cock was at full mast as I heard a sharp intake of breath from him as he viewed my naked body. His big cock sprang out and I took his knob into my mouth and started to work him more and more into my throat. Again my eyes teared and my breathing came in ragged gasps as his knob cut off my airway. He worked to about half way again and seemed satisfied as he withdrew and slowly pushed back again allowing me to catch a breath. For ages he just seemed to rock back and forth filling my mouth and throat with his thick cock. Throat slime was thick on his shaft and drooling down my front. “Up, face me and stand near the bars Boi”, he ordered in that deep voice that seemed to fill the cells. The noise of belts came to my ears as he delved into the bag but it wasn’t belts. A cold leather strap went around my upper thigh just below my crotch and buckled tight, this was repeated on my other leg. Next he knelt down and secured the same on my ankles. My cock was dripping and aching from the hardness. Another set of straps where attached to just above my knees and finally to each of my wrists. “Turn around and bring your ass against the bars boi” Again the bag rustled and suddenly he grabbed my ankle and pulled it against cell bar and i heard the click of a lock securing my ankle to cell bar. “Spread your legs boi” I did so and again a lock fastened my ankle to the cell bars. “Bend over boi and touch your ankles” His hands snaked through the bars and locked my wrist straps to steel loops in the ankle straps. There I was bent over, naked and wondering just what was going to happen next. The click of more locks and the straps at my knees and thighs where put into place and I found I was securely fastened against the cell bars hardly able to move. The cold bars bit into my flesh as I was so tightly secured against them. The rattle of keys made my head turn and from my upside down view he walked into the cell. There was something more in his hand that I could not make out. “Open your mouth boi”, he grunted and as I did my mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of rubber and a strap buckled at the back of my neck head it in place. My cock spurted more precum as I felt his abrasive hands roughly roamed over my body. He stood up and left the cell, locking the door again and returning to stand outside the bars in front of my ass. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I knew what he was planning. Sure the jokes had went round the team changing rooms and now I knew what he intended to do to me. Secured as I was there was nothing I could do, not even cry for help. Again the bag rustled, I heard the pop of a lid, cold sticky substance being pressed into my virgin hole by his thick finger and a deep growling groan coming from him. I tried to scream, cry, sob and tell him not to do this but it only worked the rubber ball deeper and more completely into my mouth. He stood up and his hard cock slapped against my ass as he had obviously gave it a jerk and used it like a baton to slap against my spread and vulnerable crack of my ass. I heard the hiss of a bottle opening and suddenly a strange smell filled the air and he was breathing very deeply and holding each breath. The cold on my ass suddenly warmed as I realised his huge hot knob was positioned against the virgin entrance of my body. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I could not move, I was bound against the bars of the cell and unable to scream. “Going to breed you boi, going to dump my load of hot cum deep in your virgin hole, going to bust your cherry ass wide open and make you bleed from my massive cock driving into your body “ Deeper inhaling followed that grunted statement and my brain suddenly release he wasn’t even going to wear a condom. The cold sweat for fear ran down my spine and onto my neck. The bars shuddered and he grabbed them and thrust his cock into my hole. Fire of pain shot through me as I was brutally impaled on his massive cock. Only his knob broke through the tight ring of my ass but I knew it wasn’t going to stop.

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Just got home from breeding a guy i met through Craigs List. He is from out of town. He asked me to get there with lube and condoms. I never carry either of them. I just went to see him. ended up breeding his hole without any complaints. I also peed in his hole right afterr. He felt it and asked me what i was doing and i said filling his hole was not enough, i need to wash it out. I emptied my whole bladder in that hole. I could feel that hot liquid pouring out. After making a big mess on the bed and in his hole i just got up, got dressed and left. Sad part is i never knew his name. Love a fuck like that.

When I top I don't care what size cock the bottom has. I really like it when he stays soft and it just flops around as I fuck him.

Or go more mainstream for the straight/ bi- men, and get a room near the east end of the Motel 6 on Indian Canyon at Ramon. You will be about 3 blocks from the Warm Sands gay resorts ( walking distance) very close to the gay bar ToolShed, even Jack in the Box and Starbucks are just to the left of the motel. And as benefits:A) guys can drive right up to the room door, walk in , fuck and leave without needing to come thru a lobby or be escorted by you back to your room a room at Motel 6 will be about 25% of what a gay resort will hit you up for C) a lot of Marines on weekend leave come to this motel and crash 4 or more to a room- while you might not get lucky with one or two of them, you MIGHT ! WiFi was $3 last time I stayed there- a card system you buy at the front desk and enter the code into your computer after signing on.

When on the hunt, yep, or this rank jock that I traded with a dude (He was wearing it at the time, and smelling it sealed the deal for me), and haven't washed it since. Smells fuckin' great!