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Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

No good deed goes unpunished. It was a rough fuckin' night. The streets were being pounded with thick sheets of rain and I'd managed to get soaked through running to cover under the bus stop shelter. It was empty but for a smartly-dressed middle aged guy. As most people do, he initially avoided my eyes when I entered the shelter, so I took a seat on the hard steel bar and looked out at the rain. It didn't look good for me. While the rain might stop, there would likely be a biting chill, and that could spell real trouble for a guy walking the streets soaked with rain. I must have looked as bleak as I felt because the man seated at the other end of the bench looked-up at me and asked "You okay?" I was surprised, and aroused when I met his eyes. He had a square face with large grey eyes spaced perfectly under thick black brows. He had black and grey stubble that I immediately imagined scratching my asshole while he tongued me. My cock was starting to thicken, but I kept my face neutral, approachable even. I smiled at him and replied "I'm good. A little wet, maybe, but what can you do?" "You got anywhere to sleep this evening?" My options were limited. The guy I stayed with on nights like this was out of town. We had a gentleman's agreement for bad nights like this: I'd clear my ass out and take as many loads as he wanted to throw into me. Sadly though, business called and he'd fucked off for a few days. I missed him a little when he left. I'd only fucked pussy before he pozzed me, but it was ruined for me now. Sex for me was dumping my toxic swimmers into a hairy, healthy hole. Unless he was charging me up with his poison wad, that is. There was one other guy I stayed with from time to time. I stayed away whenever I had the choice. True, I got to fuck his hole in exchange for a bed, but the guy was pure fem and always made me wear a condom. He'd made it clear after one 'mishap' that if I ever stealthed him I'd never get the bed again. Or his hole. But who gave a shit? "Looks like this is my hotel for the evening." I said, laughing as I gestured to the filthy shelter around us. "What about the shelter on Park street?" The homeless shelter which had kicked me out after they'd found out who was deliberately spreading the gift around. Not that they had to look around for long. I don't look very healthy, you see. Meds for me were something I wouldn't take even if I could. I got a sick joy from loading up some poor hole with my gift. My gift that could change the recipient's life forever. "Too late in the night. They closed the doors a few hours ago." We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes while he thought something through and I discretely tried to see the shape of cock through his trousers. I could only see the curve of a fat head. "You can't sleep here. You just can't." I moulded my face into an expression of surprise, careful not to let the grin inside show on my face. At least I wouldn't have to call on the fem. The bus ride was quiet enough. And brief. Within twenty minutes we were at the door of an apartment building by which I had often passed. It was one of the nicer spots in the city - all fresh paint and polished windows. Bill, (as he identified himself on the bus ride), the Samaritan, entered a code on the box outside the door and we took an elevator up three floors and walked to the door to his home. As we entered the apartment I was taken aback. The space inside was huge and open plan, the type of apartment I'd thought only existed in TV sitcoms. Before either of us said a word, a loud beeping came from Bill's coat. He pulled an electronic pager from his pocket, glanced at the screen and swore, saying "Fuck. Fuck. Listen, I'll have to go." My heart sank. No way would he let me stay here unsupervised. "Is it bad?" I asked. He shrugged. "They don't call me on my nights off when it's not." "So you're a doctor?" He nodded, distracted before calling out, "Graham!" A young man appeared from a doorway. He was young, maybe 18 or 19. He had the same dark brows as his father but he wore his own black hair longer, shaggy and unkempt. He also had stubble on his face that he looked to be growing into a beard. "Yeah, Dad?" he asked, pausing to look at me, the soaked, skinny and clearly not healthy homeless guy who stood shivering next to his Father. "Graham, this is Don. He'll be staying in the guest room tonight. Show him to the shower and fix him a meal, will you?" The boy looked very confused but nodded. Bill nodded towards another room and they both left to talk in private. Clearly the doctor wasn't happy about leaving me here with his son but it didn't look like he'd let that reverse his act of kindness. I've been told that I give off a good, friendly vibe. It's something I've cultivated over the years. When Bill left, Graham and I stood facing each other in silence. Then, he shyly showed me to the bathroom. It was as nice as the rest of the place, white tiles and soft towels hanging from racks. I took a piss and hopped into the shower. My cock had been tucked into the waistband of my torn jeans and now bobbed in the air as I soaped myself and thought about the young piece of ass I'd been left alone with. The shower was an electric one, the kind that made a humming noise while it was on. I didn't switch it off, and after drying myself I sneaked out of the bathroom to get a better look around without Graham following me. I walked through the huge living room and caught the muffled sound. It was a very familiar sound to me. It was the sound of man-ass getting fucked. I crept closer to the noise and found the room, door slightly ajar. Just under the noise I heard the panting breaths of Graham as he tugged on his prick. I grinned to myself and took advantage. I swung the door inward. "Graham, could you tell me where...." Graham looked shocked. He jumped up from his seat and snapped the laptop shut. The wet sound of fucking carried on for a moment before shutting off. He struggled to find something to say while he zipped up his pants. I stepped close and took his hand, pushing it back down and reopening the zipper. Inside, I saw no underwear but a generous bush of thick hair that made my cock strain against my jeans. "What are you...?" I reached in and grabbed his shaft. It was thick. Not so long but thick and mapped with veins. I felt his heartbeat through the contact and before he could say anything I started to jack him. "Open your laptop" I snapped, and somewhat surprisingly he did. After a second or so the video resumed. The boy was into older men, it seemed, which suited me fine. I had about 20 years on him. Bareback porn too, I noticed. How appropriate. "You ever suck cock?" I asked. He shook his head. I smiled. "Time for a lesson." I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down. While he stared at my crotch I unzipped and pushed my raging, thick nine-incher to his lips. He let it rest there before looking up at me. He was obviously taking in my face, slightly drawn from the lack of meds over the years and the cold, hungry look in my eyes. "I don't...I mean, I don't even know you." "You don't need to," I said before pushing my cock harder against his lips. He opened his mouth and gave it an experimental lick. I took the opportunity to ram my shaft deep into his gullet. He immediately started to gag hard on the meat. The spasming muscles of his throat worked my meat for a moment before I pulled out, afraid he'd vomit. His face was tear-streaked from his gagging, so I lifted him up and told him to strip me. He was uncertain. "Look", I said. "You're gay." He winced at that, which interested me. "You're gay and you've never had cock. I'm here to change that for you but if you really don't want to play with another dick instead of looking it all up online, we could pretend this didn't happen." He leaned in to kiss me then, but my hand was on his chest, pushing him back, saying "You know exactly where those lips should go." He nodded and got again to his knees. As I pumped into his mouth he was battling against his gag reflex. Spit flowed from his mouth and warmed my swollen balls. I sighed in pleasure. This was not exactly how I thought the night was gonna go, but young ass has always been my favourite kind of ass to infect. "C'mon, deeper." I was testing to see how far he'd push himself to please me. He pushed himself down on my cock. His eyes were wide and bugging with the effort of fighting back the gagging. I pulled out and smiled at my slick, stiff dick, bouncing in the air and trailing saliva from the tip. Wordless, I led him to the bed and fell on my back, legs raised. He looked at my hole with desire, opened a drawer and took out a tube of hand cream. He squeezed some onto his cock. I laughed and asked "The fuck's that for?" He flushed and stammered that the thought I was asking him to fuck me. Again I laughed explaining "Boys like you don't fuck hole, they eat it. Get your face in there." He hesitantly walked over and got to his knees. "I don't think...." I cut him off. "If you watched gay porn. You've seen ass-eating, right?" The edge of impatience in my voice made him swallow his protests. He looked at my asshole with uncertainty before moving so close I could feel his breath against it. I felt the tip of his tongue touch my pink. I grabbed him by the hair and forced his face between the cheeks of my hairy ass. "Lick it!" He did. He licked around my hole while his stubble scratched my skin and sent jolts of pleasure to my painfully hard dick. "Get your fucking tongue in there." He made a noise of disgust but he did it. His tongue speared my opening, pushing it in as deep as he could. I could hear the wet sounds of him jacking his shaft. He worked my hole for a while, long past when he started to complain about a sore jaw and numb tongue. My selective hearing didn't pick it up at the time and he obviously didn't want to hear me speak to him with that mean edge again. I lifted his head from my ass and speared it again on my dick for a few more moments of throat massage. I got up then, still with my cock engulfed before pulling it out and hurling him onto the bed. Behind us, the screen of his laptop showed a fist disappear into the hole of a bottom who roared with the pleasure. Oh, I had much to teach this kid. He lay where I'd thrown him, not daring to move. He looked-up at me, a worried expression on his face. I confirmed his fears (and excitement) when I announced "Yes, I'm going to fuck you, and yes, you're going to let me. You want this cock?" He looked at my dick with a mix of desire and naked fear. He nodded. "Great. On your back, like I was." For his own sake, the hand cream really should have been swapped out for lube. There was some friction between the cream and my hand when I gave myself a few tugs. I decided to be generous and stretch him out a little before I slid my prick home. I covered a few fingers in hand cream and slid them in. It was a tight squeeze, and he winced but I'd imagined he'd be tighter. When my fingers came out clean, I smiled at him. "What did you have up your ass today?" He blushed, and his shame was fucking hot to see. He nodded to a corner of the room where he'd left a butt plug and a douche. They stood on a shelf in his closet. "I really didn't have to bother with these then, did I?" I said, showing him my fingers. "Now, look at me." He looked up into my eyes, his own full of arousal and still that fear. I pushed the head against his opening and worked it through until I felt it pass the sphincter. His moan was mainly that of pain, albeit pain mixed with pleasure and surprise. "Wait! Do you have a rubber on you?" I looked down at him. "Hell, no. Don't be so fuckin' stupid, kid. Of course not!" With that I sunk the remainder of my cock into his ass. It felt like my cock was being strangled by the tightness of his insides. Graham had his eyes closed in concentration, willing himself to take the pain that would hopefully turn into pleasure any time now. When I was fully embedded, I held myself for a moment and took the scene in. The hot young man under me was trying to look unaffected by the pain, but if my dick was sore you can bet his hole was in worse shape. I thrust, though and he closed his eyes and gasped in unmistakable pleasure. It was a gentle, experimental thrust to gauge his limits. He took it well. I pulled my cock out until only the head was inside. I thrust back, hard. This elicited a loud yelp from Graham but I scarcely heard him. I tore my dick loose and rammed it home again. When I fuck, I fuck to cum (obviously), and what makes me come was stabbing at an asshole like a fuckin' maniac until I'm ready to spill my gift into those lucky guts. Graham's yelp had turn into one long moan that lilted with every thrust of my hips. The boy was a natural whore. I looked around the room as I fucked, and saw a picture on a shelf of Graham, wearing a graduation cap and gown, standing between two men. The man beaming on Graham's left was his father, Bill. To the right was a broadly smiling, sandy-haired stranger. "Your Dad's pretty fuckin' hot, isn't he?" Graham said nothing, just kept moaning. "Did you wonder what his hole tasted like when you were eating mine?" He looked up now, confused. "That your teacher in the picture with you? Bet you wanted his load too, you fuckin' slut." "That's...aaah! That's my Dad's ex-boyfriend." My cock went wild at the words. I lowered myself until my face was an inch from his. I was covered in sweat from breaking in the virgin hole. "Your Dad likes cock? Is that what you're telling me?" He nodded, barely able to concentrate on my words. "You think he'd like mine?" Graham squirmed. "I...don't...." "Forget it. Final question: I'm HIV positive and I'm about to cum. You want us to stop fucking?" He made a weird high sound but shook his head "Don't stop", he breathed, adding "Don't fucking stop." "Your call, kid," I commented with the grin of a shark. With a roar I punched my cock into him as hard as I could time after time until I felt my balls draw up and my hot cum fly out and burn a poisonous trail up into his innards. He whimpered as he reached down to pound his own load out. I made sure to keep my dick inside him. I wanted that poz load to stay inside for as long as I could. When I got soft I'd use the plug to keep it where it belonged. "Pretty good for your first time, kid." I said, still deep inside his ass. Graham was a sweating mess, and the lazy smile he threw me froze on his face as his mind registered what he allowed me to do to him. I inserted the butt plug into him and led him into the living room area. He fucked off to make me food, wordlessly and obviously in shock after what had happened. While I waited for dinner, my eyes wandered to a photo on a bookshelf, this time one with only two people. Bill and Graham smiling at the fountain in Rome. "Graham!" I called. "Uh, y-yes" he answered from the kitchen. "Your Dad like to take it up his hole?" "I don't...uh...." "Never mind, just get my fuckin' food. I'll find out for myself." I said the last part low, and decided to have a load ready for when Daddy got back. If I had my way (and I usually did) Dr. Bill would have an ass full of my virus before I left this place. He and his son would have a whole lot more in common, and with my help, he'd find a new fuck-buddy a lot closer to home than he could know.

Got hit on by a 22 year old on Grindr today. Home alone while mom and dad were at church. Went over and this amazingly hot man, 6'3", 175, tanned, built and hung like a moose was standing there in the entry hall naked. Smiled put his arm around my shoulder and said, Damn daddy, I need to get off real bad. We went to his room, he laid down and I got undressed and between his legs. I sucked him awhile and he pulled me into a 69 and sucked my dick. I got rock hard but MAN, these 22 year old hardons are like fuckin STEEL! He was so tall he moved up and got between my legs and spat on my hole. Fingered it and said, Can I poke your butt a little? Oh hell yeah... he got up got behind me and spat some more on his hands and lubed my hole. Pushed in slow... I had to slow him down. He was VERY long, maybe a good 9 or 10 inches - not super thick though so it was an amazing feeling. I could feel it way up in my ass and he started fucking me like we were old friends. 10 or 15 minutes and I was about to bust when he started grunting. Grabbed my own meat and stroked off just about the same time he was cumming. Felt a couple of squirts and he pulled out hopped up and sprayed my face too! BONUS! We both laughed - got a proper intro and took a shower. Fucked me again in the shower and didn't pull out this time. I still have his boys swimming around in my hole. I fucking loved it.

Part 3 Don't read this if ur not into party drugs, drug use, bareback sex, immoral behavior, or anything taboo. Otherwise, enjoy! Darius must have been confused when he came in. He’d been gone for only a few minutes but the scene he’d left was no where to be found. What had replaced it was a giant beast of a man, plowing his heavy uncut meat into the tight, tortured asshole of a teenage wrestler who was waaaaaaaaay over his head. Tim might have been begging for this creature to stop, but his mouth was full of jockstrap and his hands were tied behind his back with his own undershirt. Tears were streaming down his cheeks into the dirty carpet, and I couldn’t have cared less. Looking up at the nude black Adonis in front of me I opened my mouth and accepted his cock into my gullet and down past my tonsils. Occasionally Tim would wiggle, trying to escape the fucking he’d brought upon himself, and if I’d been in control I might have been able to let him go, but the Tina was in charge now, and all I could do was watch and pity the boy as my body destroyed him. “Fuck yeah coach, swallow my jizz.” Darius screamed as he filled me with my first black load. Most went down my throat to feed the Tina monster, but some bubbled up and out between the sides of his cock and my tightly stretched lips. When he finally pulled his spent Dick free of my suckling hungry hole, I could tell the monster had something it needed to say. “You made me do this Tim,” the voice erupted from my own throat. “Now take what you wanted. Take it all. TAKE ALL MY CUM!!!!!!” The next thing I knew I came to on top of Tim’s body. He shook softly, crying but trying to stay quiet so as not to wake the beast. Horrified at what I’d done, I pulled my spent, cum soaked pens from his gaping, torn asshole, and pulled the gag from his mouth, asking if he was alright. He looked at me like I was no longer the beloved coach he’d trusted and befriended. Now he only saw me as a host for the nasty, raw, destructive madman that ruined his virgin boy butt. I needed to make him see that it wasn’t me, it was the drugs and the desire. He had to know that I’d never hurt him like that. “little bitch came all over my rug while you was breedin’ his pussy,” Darius drew my attention to where Tim’s Dick had been trapped between his body and the floor. Sure enough, a puddle of white sperm had collected. Looking at his crotch, it was obvious he’d cum a lot, since it ran from his belly button down through his small patch of pubs and all over his hips, balls, and cock. I took the shredded boxer briefs from where I’d dropped them after I ripped them off his calves before spreading his legs and… “Fuck I’m sorry Tim,” I used the torn fabric to wipe him clean. “Are you okay?” “Just untie my hands okay, please.” His voice was low and submissive. His cock was hardening in my hands while I cleaned him, but his face showed how ashamed it made him. I agreed to untie him, helping him up onto his knees so he could turn around. Now that he could hide his hardening 18 year old Dick, He would feel less embarrassed while I let him loose. Still unstable, he lost his balance and thrust one knee out onto the couch so he wouldn’t fall. Reaching out to steady him, I looked at where I grabbed him and realized his butt cheeks were spread and his puffy aggravated hole was exposed. With one finger I reached closer and brush the hole, making his butt spasm, forcing a thick drop of my cum out. My cock twitched and I felt the drugs taking hold again. Whispering things like ‘it’s okay’ and ‘just relax,’ I took the undies in my hand and gently swept them over his cheeks and hole, cleaning him up and making him relax. “Damn this boy wants more!” Darius exclaimed, reaching out and pushing Tim’s hard cock back so it hung between his legs below his hole. My meat was almost fully hard again. “No I don’t Darius. Just untie me Coach, I can’t control it.” Tim begged, looking back over his shoulder as I stood up until my steely penis was wedged between his smooth teen thighs. “Please Coach, I don’t want to get hard, I have no control over my body.” “Then you understand why I can’t stop what I’m about to do to you.” Tim screamed as my cock plowed all the way in again. It was going to be a long night. ……………. “So after I found out one of my former athletes had dropped out of school and got hooked on drugs, I created senior seminar to make sure they had a future.” I hadn’t told Mac any of the sexual stuff or the fact that Tim didn’t quit school until after he spent a weekend getting gangbanged by me and a bunch of guys Darius lined up. All he heard was my dream to start a gym leading to a job at the school, where I hated teaching English and eventually created this class to provide something more worth while to the kids. “These days I only teach the seminar and a junior level test prep course. That way I can focus on creating great students and great athletes and never letting one of my kids end up at the mercy of some drugged up pervert ever again.” “who was that?” Mac asked me, and I realized I had said too much. “Nobody, just an example.” I smiled and changed the subject to see what sports Mac liked to play. Thank goodness for seminar and some random boys in Denver. I’d been able to keep all the graduates from meeting the monster inside me as long as they were sent to college far away. As for the boys I used in their place, they were all druggy sluts anyway, so it was already too late for them once I let the beast loose. Speaking of the beast, my cock was telling me it’d been far too long since I’d gotten high and used some unsuspecting young hole for my pleasure. It hardened as I remembered the last man, who’s face turned into Mac’s when I realized I’d totally forgotten we were talking. “Sorry, what did you say?” I asked hoping he hadn’t noticed my hand stroking my Dick through my pocket. “I said I always wanted to try wrestling, maybe you can show me some moves sometime?” smiling his million dollar smile at me again stirred something I knew I needed to avoid. The rest of the day, everytime I closed my eyes, all I saw was Mac’s smile as my Dick tore open his sweet 20 yr old ass. The beast was tired of sluts. I just hoped I could control it until Mac was gone, because I didn’t see him taking it as well as Tim had, especially since Mac was engaged to a girl back home

At 45 I'd been poz for a decade but healthy due to my exercise, diet and meds regimen. My doctor had given me the standard warning that even if I was healthy looking and feeling, my cum was still toxic. I like as much: being in good shape yet still able to enjoy the thrill of pozzing someone by having a good time fucking him and loving how great my dick felt shooting my deadly poz seed deep in his ass. I chanced to meet a sickly looking guy in his twenties named Dennis. He wasnt HIV nor AIDS poz but had something else wrong and could have recovered had he not allowed me to fuck and poz his ass. He never asked about my HIV status, he was another naive fella who thought that someone who looked healthy was healthy especially because I weighed more than 200 lbs. We had met at a downtown bus stop where he was on his way home from his doctor's. He invited me to his place to fuck. It was all I could do to hide my excitement and keep my dick from tenting my jeans. Once at his small one-room apartment, he got two beers from the fridge and handed me one. I popped the top on mine and took a swig. He told me about his problem and that it wasnt contagious. I was glad of that because while I liked making punks sick with my poz sperms I also wanted to keep myself healthy. After shooting the shit for half an hour we stripped. He opened the sleeper sofa and set things up. He had no lube since he seldom had sex because he'd been recovering for well over a month. He was thin at maybe 130 pounds on a frame just under 6'. He had scarcely any body hair. He looked decently clean but definitely was somewhat gaunt. His ass however looked good to me, and I didn't need to have him suck my dick to hardness as I was already hard and oozing precum. "What position do you like?" I asked him. "I can do it on my back, on my stomach or doggie-style," he replied. I told him to lay on his stomach on the bed and spread his mailing-tube legs while I greased up with some of his hair groom cream which looked like the best stuff for lube that he had. I spat on his hole, mounted him and put my dick to his hole. He said he hadn't been fucked in about a year. Inwardly I grinned knowing how much pain he'd feel as my dick expanded his hole and created fissures to facilitate passage of my dirty virus into his body. He stifled a screech as I let my weight drive my dick past his sphincter into his ass. I then lay on his back to keep him pinned under me and grabbed his toothpick arms. He got used to feeling my thick cut seven inches inside him and I began fucking him. My dick felt great in his tight cunt of an ass as I fucked it. I couldn't help but grin as I enjoyed myself adding him to my list of conquests. My loins took over, driving my dick in his ass in full length thrusts. Knowing he was still in pain added to my excitement and ego. I gradually sped up my tempo, keeping him feeling pain from me enjoying my pleasure. A few minutes more he was whimpering and whining about the pain. It only encouraged me to drill him faster and harder including some snaps of my hips which caused him to flinch under me. I closed in for the kill, thinking about how he'd end up months after I got my rocks off in him and fucked him even faster and harder. Another minute saw me pounding him into the bed. My nuts fired, pumping spurt after spurt of deadly poz cum deep up his bowels, my expanding dick stretching his hole even more so he felt more pain. My dick was in seventh heaven. I continued thrusting while pumping my dirty poz load off inside his ravaged ass. Once spent I thrust again and again to force my poz virus laden sperms into his torn anal walls to force my virus into his blooodstream. I then rested on his back, lazily slowly thrusting enjoying the afterfuck. The great feeling of the afterfuck lasted another five minutes and he begged me to withdraw because he couldn't take my weight on his back much more and his hole was hurting more. I remained on and in him another few minutes, and, before withdrawing, gave him a couple of brutal hip-snaps. He felt the pain of withdrawal, but as usual, when pozzing asses I pulled out slowly to keep as much of my deadly cum inside the asshole as possible. He lay there as a trickle of cum and blood leaked out of his ass. I held my dick out to him and had to persuade him to get up and suck it clean and kiss it and my balls. My size and strength seemed to intimidate him so he obeyed. I stood tall and proud having him finish his obligation to me while also being ready to knock his block off if he decided to try to bite me. He knew better than to try it. After he kissed my cock and balls I got dressed and thanked him for the piece of ass. he replied "You're welcome," as I left, my needs satiated. I went home and took a shower, lavishing special attention to my dick and balls. I saw him several times on the streets over the course of the next year year or two. A couple of guys said he was a chaser but also afraid. Each time I saw him he looked worse and worse. After that I never saw him again. I somehow learned that he had died from the combination of his sickness and the HIV/AIDS I'd pumped into him. Upon hearing as much my dick involuntarily hardened in my pants and left a slimy mess of pre-cum in my boxers.

Want Some Chocolate With Sprinkles?: The thwump-thwump-thwump of Marine 1, the President’s helicopter and its two escorts, echoed down the river as it made its way to Andrews Air Force Base. I was walking home from work and approaching Banneker Overlook in Southwest, Washington, DC, where I got a great view of the three choppers flying low, appearing to weave in and out of the numerous construction cranes at the river’s edge that marked the new Wharf Development. It was another hot and blistering day in DC – the 10th in a row in the high 90s and I was anxious to get home, get out of my sweat drenched work clothes, and relax with a cold drink by the air conditioner. As I descended the other side of the Overlook, I heard the musical chimes of one of the neighborhood’s ice cream trucks, although this one sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. A nice big ice cream cone sounded really good right about then and with this heat I bet they were doing a hell of a business. I started along the sidewalk beside Maine Avenue, casually looking over the numerous tour buses that park there before venturing back out to pick up the latest flock of tourists. Near the end of the line of buses, parked by the largest shade tree on the block, was the ice cream truck I had heard earlier and I licked my lips in anticipation of a sweet treat. When I got closer I noticed a pair of boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy. About 20 feet away I caught a whiff of a cigar, a strong one, and now noticed a light haze of smoke working its way around the tree and my curiosity grew. I slowed my pace, heard a manly cough, hack, then spit, a growl and “MOTHER FUCK!” repeated several times. The last one was being spat out as I rounded the tree and saw the man frantically brushing at his bare chest with his right hand while waving his left hand around with the cigar in in trying to keep his balance on the milk crate he was sitting on. He saw me standing there, let out a long, low laugh and said, “About burned my nipple off – Jesus fucking Christ – been looking forward to this cigar all damn day – now look at that, singed my chest hair right off – fucking Christ.” I smiled, not sure what to say, and watched as he settled himself back on the crate, leaned against the ice cream truck and started puffing on his cigar again. I couldn’t help but stare as at this big black man, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and basketball shorts, sitting on the side of the street like he was King Shit. His hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard, but the rest of him seemed fairly smooth, although it was hard to tell as his skin was a rich, dark ebony and any hair would have been matted down by the sheen of sweat that covered him. The boots he had on looked about size 13 and the cum pig bottom in me started to squeal OINK OINK. My eyes started to go back up his body and stopped – his left hand was now resting on his left thigh, a gold wedding band flashing brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano. No, not a piano, a pipe, a big, long pipe, because I watched what was clearly a monster dick started to lengthen in his shorts and I was sure any moment the head would peak out like a newborn babe. “Eyes up here,” the man said, breaking me out of my fantasy mind and embarrassing me that I got caught. “Even with those fucking shades on I can tell you eyeing my shit, so speak the fuck up. I ain’t got time for games, say what you want.” I was taken aback by his frankness and sputtered, “I uhh… ice cream… you know it’s hot as shit out here and I thought some ice cream would be good right about now.” The man continued to stroke his shaft with his fingers in rhythm to a tune only he could hear, or maybe it was in time with the hum of the ice cream truck’s motor that was running the cooler. He puffed on his cigar, grunted as he stood up, grabbed his milk crate, and walked to the back of the truck. “Well come on. I believe I got just what you’re looking for. I looked both ways up and down the sidewalk, nervous, but horny as hell and I wanted some dick, so I followed him to the back, grabbed the side, stepped up the two steps into the back of the ice cream truck and a little forward to make room for him to follow. The back door closed, locked, I quickly looked to the front and saw the back end of one of the buses. The ice cream man laughed, “Don’t worry man. You scared? Naw I didn’t think so and no one can see. Anyways, my dudes being playing cards and shit and they know better than to bother me if the truck be rocking, you understand?” I nodded, hoping I did. “Last chance – say what you want,” he ordered. It was now or never so I straightened my shoulders back a little, took off my sunglasses, looked up into his dark eyes and said, “I want to suck your dick for you, then let you fuck me hard and rough and deep and blow your load up my ass.” The ice cream truck driver coughed, blowing cigar smoke out as he laughed. He shook his head, smiled, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick? Get those fucking pants off and let me see whatcha working with. I’m a man who likes a big old melon ass, not some little peach shit. Hot damn! That’s right, your ass got some meat to it, bend that shit over, time for a taste test.” I finished stripping and bent forward over the ice cream cooler as the ice cream man started to paw at my ass cheeks. I rested my elbows on the cold steel of the cooler tops as he spread my cheeks open and started flicking his tongue side to side and up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged as his thick tongue found the edges of my hole.” He paused, inhaled deep, smacked his lips and said, “Oh fuck you bet I’m going to, but first I plan to taste all 31 flavors. Before we begin though, stand up.” I stood up, grabbed my now hard dick, and was beating it as I looked at his now naked body. OH MY GOD HIS DICK WAS HUGE! I wanted it so bad and asked him again to fuck me, but he ignored me, opened a cupboard on the other side of truck pulled out a box, then squatted down, reached in, pulled out two more boxes, stood up, then set the boxes on the other counter. He opened the first one, pulled out a leather collar and a thick chain and held it up. I tilted my head in question as he sucked on his cigar, set it back in an ashtray and said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” I shivered a little as the cold links of the chain fell down my back and he laced the leather collar around my neck. Maybe now he would fuck me. But no. He looped the end of the chain through the handle on the ice cream cooler and padlocked it, opened the other boxes and started pulling out baggies of pills, marijuana, little vials and needles, and other shit I had no idea what it was. The next box he opened he pulled several aluminum foil wrapped bunches out, set them down, gently opened one, and a stack of money peered through. He then crossed in front of me, opened the cooler door on the end, reached down, stood up and said, “Bend over.” I did, my heart almost burst with joy as I was going to get fucked, but it was not his dick that pushed at my hole. I cried out as something very fucking cold and pointy forced its way into my ass, the cold making me clench my hole did not stop him. “Cum shouldn’t be wasted,” he said, “This is one of my nuttsicles – grade A, premium black beef, nutt. And that’s hardly half of what I shoot at a time. My balls fucking put out, which is good, because I like my bitches’ asses to be dripping and sloppy.” My ass clenched and my guts shuddered from the inside out and the ice cream man just laughed. He then tossed a baggy of white powder on the cooler beside me, unwrapped one of his stacks of bills, snapped the rubberband off, slid a bill off the top and rubbed it between his hands a couple times, then rolled it into a little straw and handed it to me with the 100 mark showing. Holy fuck – if that whole stack was hundred dollar bills he must have thousands of dollars there! The ice cream man knew what I was thinking apparently as he chuckled, patted the stack and said, “What the fuck? You think I make stacks like this selling tootie fruity and fudge pops? You tripping. I got the best delivery service in town. Me and my boys sling dope, pills, juice, crack, whatever you need we got and if I don’t got it, I can get it. Cops don’t bother me none, I’m just the ice cream man you know? And on the streets, well no one fucks with me either as they know my boys and I pack firepower, but they also need what I bring to the table. See all these fucking buses? They come down here every day from New York City and shit and they sure don’t make their cash from hauling old blue haired tourists around. They haul what I need straight down 95. My shit’s the best. Now that you know the 411, snort some shit up because I’m about ready to bang you the fuck out!” I looked at the baggy, looked at him, my ass clenched. “I’ve not done shit like that in a really long long time, I mean I don’t mind if you do, but I can’t. Work and all.” The ice cream man stepped closer, his right hip pressing against my side feeling hot like a furnace. He shook his head, grabbed the baggy, handed the 100 to me and said, “You WILL snort, sip, take whatever the fuck I say. I like fucking bitches that be high and we got a few hours before I have to meet my crew and make some deliveries, so be good, obey, and do what THE FUCK I SAY!” I nodded, took the baggy and 100 and hit the powder. FUCK THAT BURNED! “Other side too,” he said and then continued, “You won’t find Tina like that any place else in the city. I got the best shit.” He held up another bag, this one full of little shards and pieces, he pulled a chunk out, reached down and pushed it into the gaping piss slit in the head of his dick. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S A GOOD BURN,” he said, as he took another and plopped it under his tongue. He then grabbed two large chunks, turned me around, and using two fingers and his thumb shoved the shards into my chilled ass. Once they were just inside my hole he used his index finger to push them in further. The ice cream man then spit on his dick, once, twice, and got it nice and slimy. He then took the bag of powder, pulled some out between his fingers and dribbled it over his wet dick. “Every big chocolate cone should have sprinkles on it, don’t you think? You like sprinkles? I want you to get down on your fucking knees and lick every sprinkle off my dick, don’t miss a one.” I had to adjust the collar and chain a little, but it was long enough so I could obey and soon I was slurping on his Tina covered dick like it was an XL Frosty at Wendys. “Let me hear you smack those lips on my meat, spit that shit up – now swallow those sprinkles – ha ha oh fuck, you got powdered lips now – good bitch cock sucker – bet that throat is nice and relaxed, you feeling the shit yet? Oh yeah, I can tell, you a greedy little cock sucker. Open your mouth, let me feel you wet the whole motha-fuckin thing. FUCK YEAH, REST MY BALLS ON YOUR CHIN – TRY SWALLOWING MY SHIT, WORK MY DICK WITH THAT THROAT!” Drool was running out the sides of my mouth and as the Tina kicked in I was hungrier than ever and wanted more. I spat his dick out, stood up, panting hard as mouth juice ran down my chin and onto my chest. I looked at him all wild eyed and he stepped back, laughed, reached into a box and pulled out a plastic bottle. “This here is my home-made lube. We’re about to set that ass on fire! Bend over and show me how you want it.” I turned around, planted my hands firmly on top of the ice cream freezer, the chill of the cold steel in sharp contrast to the blazing inferno that began to spread from the tender edges of my asshole, deeper into my guts as the ice cream man fingered me hard and rough with his homemade lube. I started to pant, what the fuck was in that shit? He dangled another baggy in front of me, “See these monster shards? I’ll plant a few more of these up, twirl it all up with my meat, and top that sunday off with some frothy whip cream and a busted cherry from that third hole!!” I started to push back and ride his fingers as he forced the shards of Tina deeper into me. Even though it felt like I was being blasted with rock salt, the high I was on overrode any common sense and told me the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the joy to come. “YOU WANT THIS DICK? WANT MY KNOT? LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT FUCKER. BEG TO GET FUCKED, BEG TO GET USED, BEG FOR MY CHOCOLATE NUTT,” the ice cream man said. I bounced my ass around and pushed it back as far as I could while still bending over the cooler. I begged, pleaded, and was frustrated as hell as my need to get fucked was overwhelming. The only warning I had he was ready was a quick “TAKE IT BITCH,” before the ice cream man pushed against my shivering hole and punched his dick head through my first ass ring, and started banging at the second like a warrior attacking a castle’s walls. “FUCKING CHRIST – THAT SHIT IS TIGHT – NOT FOR LONG THOUGH, GOING TO LOOSEN THAT HOLE, MAKE IT FLOWER, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS THEN SPRINKLE IT WITH MY LUV AND LITTLE RAIN,” the ice cream man announced as he banged my ass. “SHUT UP, I DON’T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELLING ME HOW FUCKING GOOD MY DICK FEELS. I KNOW IT DOES. BITCHES SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD SO JUST KEEP TRYING TO GRIP DOWN ON MY DICK SO I CAN BUST THOSE WALLS OUTWITH MY BIG, BLACK CANNON!” The ice cream man fucked me hard, deep, and steady and I was fucking loving it. I was used to being verbal so it was tough having to keep my mouth shut, but the few moans and groans that escaped my Tina coated lips let him know I would take whatever he gave me. Even though I was laying face forward on the ice cream cooler, I was hot, sweating, and panting. The ice cream man was hot too and sweat poured off his thick body and dripped all over me as he continued to fuck my ass. After a while of hard fucking, he slowed his pace and said, “Fuck damn – feel that? I just gave you a bit of chem piss. That’ll kick in in oh about 2 or 3 minutes and your ass will start squirting like a porn pussy in not time. And you know what? By the times we’re through, you’re gonna walk out of here smelling like an old goat. A big old goat with nasty teeth, fucked up hooves, and shit and piss coated tail end.” He laughed hard at that, I didn’t get it but could have cared less as long as he kept fucking me. My legs were getting tired, but my ass was hungrier than ever, and I grabbed onto the cross bar on the ice cream truck wall in front of me to help keep me standing. I guess it was actually the window counter that opened as every time the ice cream man bang fucked me into the cooler, the wall would pop out a little, only staying in place by hook latches on either side, but it was enough for me to get quick little views of sunlight and the sidewalk and every now and then a glimpse of one of the bus drivers standing by the bus in front of us and looking at the ice cream truck. “READY FOR MY BLACK SYRUP? SOME CREAM IN THAT HOLE FOR THAT VANILLA SUNDAY? GONNA MAKE THAT BANA SPLIT FO SURE! I GOT IT FOR YOU – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – TAKE MY FUCKING CREAM YOU DICK HUNGRY FUCKER – OPEN THAT HOLE WIDE – GIVE IT TO ME – GIVE IT TO ME – THAT’S RIGHT – LET ME PUSH THOSE SPRINKLES INTO THOSE GUTS – AWW FUCK…AWW FUCK… HERE IT COMES…HERE IT COMES….HERE….IT….COOOMMMMESSSS…..!!!!” The shivers that ran through the ice cream truck man travelled from his dick, up and through his body, back down through his dick and into my ass and exploded out through my limbs as his cum splattered my insides. He sighed, sucked in a couple deep breaths, then pushed himself off me and ripped his dick out of my pulsing hole. I begged for him to keep fucking me but he just slapped my ass, laughed, grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the side, and wiped his face and forehead off. He then kicked the milk crate on the floor to the side, plopped down on it with a grunt, took his cigar and lit it back up and leaned back. I stood up, twisting around in my collar and chain and eyed his wet and glistening dick. I needed more – had to have more! I stepped closer to try to stroke him or suck him and he said, “Back the fuck off. I’m done. Well done with that. Time to settle up. Toss me your fucking wallet.” What? All I could think about was dick and the ache in my ass. “You deaf? Jesus Christ,” he said he got up, grabbed my pants off the floor, pulled my wallet out of the back pocket, one at a time laid out the cash I had on the counter, shook his head in disgust, then pulled out one of my credit cards. He then stepped over to the cash register, ran my card through a small reader, typed in some numbers, smiled when it dinged approved, came back, stuck the card back in my wallet, scuffed up the cash and said, “You got to pay to play and my shit – between my legs and what you fucking snorted and took up your hole – ain’t free, you feel me?” I nodded, what else could I do? Right then I would have done anything. “Get dressed and get the fuck out, I got things to do,” the ice cream man said as he unwound the chain from the cooler’s handle and released me from the collar. I rubbed my neck and practically pranced back and forth on tippy toes I was so fucking horny and high. He just smiled, laughed, and deflated me a bit when he said, “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” The last bit he emphasized by flapping his limp dick with his right hand. OK, I got it. I was high not stupid, so I started to get dressed as he did too. Stuffed my now empty wallet into my pants and looked at him one last time in hopes he had changed his mind. He just scowled, pointed at the back door, so I let myself out into the harsh light of the hot summer afternoon. I was standing between the back of the ice cream truck and a bus that had pulled up behind us, trying to adjust myself and feeling fucking paranoid that I not only smelled like a goat, but looked like one too, when the ice cream truck’s motor revved, spat a stream of thick acrid smoke out the tail pipe, and beeped twice in warning. I hopped up on the curb as the ice cream truck backed up a few feet, pulled out, and drove away. My scattered thoughts were interrupted as someone coughed, I turned to the left and the driver of the bus that had parked behind the ice cream truck was now standing by the bus door, leaning slightly against it as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. He had on large sun glasses so I could not see his eyes and he didn’t say a word, but his fingers and the growing shadow cast by his pants was all I needed to see. “I hope you got some sprinkles,” I said as I purposely walked past him and climbed the steps up into the bus knowing my ass was ready to give him more than he bargained for.

Part 2 Please be aware, this story contains drug use, bareback sex and questionable morals. So keep reading if you like perverted stuff like me. If you were wondering, I hadn’t included any of the sex stuff when I told this story to Mac. Most of the stuff before I began teaching I skimmed over all together, because it wasn’t until I was teaching full time that I realized I didn’t really want to open a gym anymore anyway. Sure, now I had a steady job that paid REALLY well, but I also had the opportunity to work with great kids who wanted to be great wrestlers, and none of the hassle of owning my own business and paying off a bank. The only downside to my job was the actual Job. I was a remedial English teacher who hated teaching remedial English. Most of the time I was in the classroom was spent counting the minutes until I could be back in the gym coaching. Once wrestling season was over, I would get so depressed about my job that I started drinking and sneaking into the city to go to gay clubs and meet men to fuck. It was one such trip into town that I met Darius, a big muscular black guy who was not my type at all, but that didn’t stop him. After many rejections, Darius started introducing me to friends of his that were just what I liked: Tall, trim or muscular young men with masculine demeanors, bubble butts and cute boyish smiles. Since I was unable to take men back to my place, (after all it was nearly an hour away) and most of the boys Darius introduced me to were in the closet or living at home, the only option was heading back to Darius’ house and fucking around there. Once or twice I said no, but usually I was drunk, horny and hungry to fuck and ended up pounding some sweet 20ish ass on Darius’ guest bed while he watched and jerked off. No one has ever called me an idiot and I knew almost immediately that Darius was a drug dealer and these boys were customers who he’d get high in exchange for seducing me. When I let it slip to him that I knew what was going on, he got much more open about smoking and snorting stuff right in front of me. I’d always been a good boy when it came to drugs, but it did make me wonder every time I watched some guy sniff a bump of coke or take a hit from a crystal pipe, and suddenly he was desperate to be fucked or begging to suck Dick. I’d decided I’d stop going back to Darius place at the beginning of summer vacation, gathering all my courage to say no if he asked me to meet another boy that weekend. Arriving at the club, I was certain in my ability to walk away until I saw who walked in with Darius. Blinking to clear my vision and make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, I looked again and my jaw fell open. If this was a hallucination, it was the most bizarre hallucination I’d ever heard of. The boy at the side of my drug dealing pseudo friend was none other than one of my former wrestling students. The same wrestling student who’s father was coach of the team when I started. Tim was his name, and I hadn’t seen him since the end of last year when he finished his junior year and left to attend a school here in Denver where his Dad’s business had transferred him. Only standing about 5’9”, Tim looked tiny next to Darius’ 6’1” form. What his baggy t-shirt and sagging jeans didn’t reveal was his ripped muscular body that he’d used to make his way to the top of the pack in his weight pack. Even when paired with kids who were 3, 4, or even 5 inches taller than he was, Tim could wrestle them to the floor with his powerful core muscles and quick, strong legs. Part of me felt sick that Tim was now following a drug dealer around a gay club, obviously high on something, but another part of me was drawn to the pair of men. I told myself I would just go over to make sure Tim was okay, but I knew as I got closer there was something else I wanted to know. “Shit!” Tim tripped over the stool next to him when he saw me standing next to them and turned to book it. Unable to catch himself, I reached out and grabbed his hand before he reached the floor, and pulled him upright again, not letting go in case he decided to run again. “How did you know I was here coach? Please don’t tell my dad, he’ll kill me.” “’Coach’ had no idea you was here Timmy boy,” Darius jumped in, emphasizing my title so I knew he was now aware of what I did. “Your pal ‘coach’ comes here all the time to pound butt just like the rest of us, Right ‘coach?’” I didn’t answer but my silence spoke volumes. Tim’s eyes got even bigger as he began insisting there was no way I’m gay, that I was the straightest guy he’d ever met, etc. Looking up at his wide eyes, his pupils were so big they looked like black pools with just a tiny bit of blue around the edge. My heart sank as I confirmed that Tim was there so Darius would get him high, but as much as I wanted to insist he go home, I couldn’t get the words out. I just stood there, gripping Tim’s fore arm until I realized Darius was suggesting we head back to his place to hang out and catch up. “No, I think I should drive Tim to his house and have a talk with his Dad.” I didn’t believe the words even as I said them, and as Tim begged me not to, I saw Darius smirk and wink at me just when Tim cried out “don’t tell my dad, I’ll do anything.” At Darius apartment, I kept repeating the mantra in my head “you’re only here to keep an eye on Tim, you’re only here to keep an eye on Tim, you’re only here…” I lost my train of thought as Tim began describing his glory days wrestling, and pulled off his shirt and jeans in order to demonstrate. I’d never considered messing around with a student before, but technically Tim wasn’t my student, he hadn’t been one for over a year, and now he was not even in high school. Yea they were all excuses for what I wanted to do, but I couldn’t stop my cock from getting hard watching Tim act out the match where he medaled at his last meet. It took every last ounce of control I had to stay on the couch where I was watching, instead of jumping up, ripping the white boxer briefs and wife beater from the teen’s muscular body, and raping him over and over without even a thought about whether Darius or Tim might tell anyone. The only thing stopping me was one tiny voice saying “he’s one of your students.” As if he could hear the voice, Darius leaned in to me and spoke quietly so only I could hear him. “Why don’t you take a hit off this pipe and let go for once?” Looking down he was holding a glass bubble pipe in front of me with a lighter. Closing my eyes, I shook my head no and dug my fingers into the arm of the couch to keep from screaming. “That’s cool, You don’t need to try it for it to have an effect on you. Watch this, Hey Timmy, wanna hit?” My eyes popped open as Tim paused his story and looked over at me like he needed to know what to do. I should have said no, made him get dressed and driven him home, but I was silent. “’s cool T-boy, I told coach you’ve already smoked a couple bowls tonight, he don’t judge,” Darius lied to Tim when he said he’d already told me, but I figured as much and I certainly knew now. Once again Tim looked at me and smiled, unsure if he should. I opened my mouth to tell him he was just a kid and not to do it. “You’re a man now Tim, do what you want,” My ears heard my voice saying it, but I didn’t honestly believe it until Tim smiled, stood up, walked over and took the pipe from Darius. Pulling his undershirt up from the bottom, he used it to wipe the sweat from his neck and face before peeling it further until it went over his head. Standing with his crotch right in front of my face, Tim lit the torch and started melting the crystals in the light blue glass pipe. As if it was happening in slow motion, he put his lips to the pipe and started inhaling the curling white wisps of smoke. My body burned hotter as his chest expanded, pushing out his muscular pecks, framed by the shirt that was now only attached around his shoulders. Ashamed, my focus lowered, making me notice the trail of downy fuzz leading from just below his sternum. The hair thickened, darkening and moving out slightly as it spread down between his expanded ab muscles, suddenly spreading sideways just as it disappeared under the waist band of his fruit of the look boxer briefs. He must have had no more room inside to continue inhaling, causing him to cough. Each spasm of his cough meant tightening his six pack as his lungs were forcing out and releasing the cloud of Tina into the room. “Light it for yo’ coach Timmy, he wants to try suckin da pipe too,” Darius smirked at me, knowing I was losing my resolve and wouldn’t be able to say no much longer. I’d surprise him, I decided, turning to Tim to tell my former student I wasn’t into drugs. “You’ve never tried it?” Tim sank to his knees on the floor in front of me, leaning in with the pipe in his hands. “No and I don’t-“ I managed to get out that much before Tim smiled and cut me off. “Let me show you Coach,” he insisted, starting the torch again and moving to melt the crystals. “I want to teach you something after all you’ve taught me.” Possessed by the words of this handsome, eager young man, I nodded yes and let him explain how to melt the crystals, rotate the bowl, and wait for the smoke to billow. Hypnotized, I could only go along with it when he told me to lean forward and inhale. As soon as my lips met the pipe, I felt the smoke filling my mouth, throat and lungs, but my eyes couldn’t stop looking at the sweaty, nearly naked boy who was feeding me the first hit of drugs I’d ever had. Surprisingly it was much cleaner than hitting a marijuana pipe or a cigar, I wasn’t even sure I was getting any until I exhaled and a huge blast of white filled the air between Tim and I. “Wow, it’s huge Coach,” Tim’s voice made my cock ache and my head spin. We passed the pipe between the three of us, with Darius insisting Tim sit between me and him. The couch was small enough that we had no other choice but to be in contact with each other the entire time. I tried not to look when Darius would slide his hands over Tim’s bare tight or squeeze the boy bulge, and it almost drove me insane watching Tim from the corner of my eye when he’d assumed I was too focused on taking a hit to notice him tweak Darius’ nipple or stroke the obvious snake running down his thigh. “damn it’s hot as balls in her bro.” Darius stood up and peeled away his sweat soaked white tee and tight black jeans so all he had on was a pair of orange briefs tenting obscenely. “You should strip down and get cool bro.” “nah man, thanks.” I was embarrassed by the fact that standing up would have revealed how hard I was, but more than that, I knew I had worn only a jockstrap under my pants that night, and the pouch was nothing more than some see-through mesh. “your funeral dude,” Darius turned his attention to Tim, taking his barely covered Dick in his hand and waving it at the teen. “I gotta piss and grab us a couple coronas, but when I get back, it gonna be time for yo’ ass to pay me back fo’ smokin’ you out.” “Dream on Darius! No way am I gonna let you fuck my virgin pass with that thing,” Tim called after the dealer as he rounded the corner and walked down the hall into the bathroom. “Sorry Coach.” “For what?” was he sorry because he wasn’t going to let me take his virginity? Did he think he could stop me if I did what I knew I had to do? Was he apologizing because he knew it was gonna be his fault? “You know, I said…fuck.” Tim lowered his voice when he repeated his four-letter faux pas. Feeling it bubble up from my stomach, I couldn’t stop it as it worked up my throat and into my mouth, bursting out of me. Yep I lost control and laughed as hard as I could ever remember crying. “what? What are you laughing at? What?!?!” “You… you’re apolo… you’re apologizing for saying fuck,” I laughed hard again, but got control and took a couple deep breaths. “You’re apologizing for a bad word coming out of your mouth when I just watched you engage in underage drinking at a club, get half naked at a strange dude’s apartment, smoke meth in your underwear, and grope a big black cock in exchange for drugs. I think we’re past needing to apologize for swearing.” We both laughed hard for a few minutes until we actually laughed hard enough that we both slid off the couch onto the floor. Without thinking, I stood up to get back on the couch and I heard Tim stop laughing and mutter something like ‘whoa.’ Looking down I stopped laughing too when I realized what made him stop. I was standing over his head and my crotch was so pushed out that the waist band of my shorts had pulled away from my abs, leaving a space where Tim could see all the way up my shorts’ leg and out the space at my waist. Whether or not there was enough light shining through for him to actually make out my cock, I couldn’t tell. It really didn’t matter though since the shape of my head was clearly visible against the outside of the shorts’ material. Uncomfortable with the silence, I sat back down and tried to turn on the TV with the remotes on the table next to me. After a few failed times I gave up, tossed them into the arm chair across the room and reached instead for the pipe. Lighting the torch, I took a big hit and exhaled just as Tim got up and was once again standing with his crotch in front of my face, only now it was beginning to grow hard. “Can I take a hit coach?” I looked up and met his eyes and held out the pipe. He took a big hit and handed it back to me. I started to hit it again as Tim slid a hand into his undies and masturbated his teen cock. “You must be dying from the heat coach, you can get comfortable if you want, it’s just us guys here, just like in the locker room. Nothing wrong with just letting it all hang out.” With that, Tim pulled his hand free, placed his fingers on either side of his waist and shoved his boxer briefs down to his feet. As he returned to standing up straight, I coughed and sputtered out smoke at the sight of his hard, cut 6 inch boycock. A drop of precut was hanging at the tip, and I wanted so badly to lean forward and lick it off, but I was too busy turning crimson and choking on smoke. Tim grabbed the pipe from my hands and sat down next to me, patting my back. When I finally stopped coughing and felt like I might not die after all, I looked over at Tim who was taking a hit himself. Rising to my feet, I started by unbuttoning my shirt until it hung open over my abs and massive pectoral muscles. Next I kicked off my shoes, and toed off my socks. Tim reached forward to touch my chest as I went to unbutton my shorts, but I grabbed his hand and slowly forced it down by his side, reminding him that we were just a couple of guys letting it hang out. Picking up the pipe, I told him to light the torch under it while my free hand undid my button and opened my fly. Spreading my legs so the shorts would stay on, I took the lighter and rook a hit from the pipe. When there was finally no more room in my body for even a hint of smoke, I exhaled. Just as the giant cloud reach Tim’s face, I relaxed my legs and butt enough that my shorts lost their grip and slid to my feet. When the smoke cleared my hard Dick was jutting straight out in my jockstrap about and inch from Tim’s face. “Holy shit coach,” Tim whispered. “it’s… it’s … it’s fucking huge.” “I’m gonna keep hitting this but when I finish this bowl, I won’t be responsible for what happens.” My voice had become unrecognizable to my ears, as if the Tina was talking instead. Deep and harsh, the words were made even more terrifying by the fact that I was unable to stop the monster that was planning to turn them from a threat into reality. “It’s all your fault Tim, Remember that.”

“All right folks, settle down please,” my request might have been ignored by the class were it not balanced by my deep, booming baritone. It was always a challenge trying to keep the kids thinking of me as a trusted approachable confidante while continuing to command their respect as an authority figure. Luckily I had an advantage in the commanding department, standing at least a head above most of them at my full 6’6’’ height, and weighing double what they did with 230 pounds of solid muscle, due to my addiction to the weight room and my years of athletics, first as a student wrestler, then as coach of the high school team. I knew from personal experience that the coaches and trainers who got the best results were the ones who could still do everything they asked their team to do. There was also the possibility that I kept myself ripped and rock hard so I could keep up with the young firm fuckers who I met on the weekends at the gay clubs in the city an hour away, but we’ll get to that later. Not surprisingly, the lunchroom full of teens responded exactly as I expected, transforming from a swarm of squealing, socializing, self-obsessed psychos into seated, silent, smiling students. “For those of you who are new to the school or have selective summer amnesia from too much sun and daytime tv,” my joke got a few laughs and some eye rolls, just as it did every year. “this is senior seminar and I am your wise and wonderful leader, Coach Adams. Over the next few months, we’ll be meeting here every morning with one goal in mind. Any idea what that goal is…Ben Stone?” Ben was co-captain of my wrestling squad, easily one of the most popular kids in the school, and the consummate player. He’d gotten under the blouses and into the panties of most of the girls in the room and probably a couple dozen junior and sophomores. He was also known to cut class, make only enough effort to maintain his athletic eligibility and convince his adoring fans to do his papers for him. Usually I had no reason to call him out on his shit since he was one of the most enthusiastic athletes I knew, but I didn’t fuck around when it came to this class. Thus he was so caught up in texting under the small fold out desktop connected to his chair in the second row of the lecture hall that he hadn’t noticed me coming closer until I was right next to him, collecting his phone and clasping my hand on his shoulder. His slouched posture, splayed legs and half-lidded eyes suddenly morphed in front of the entire class until he was the definition of attentive. Still it was too late to figure out what I’d asked him, so he just stammered and looked more and more freaked until I was sure the rest of the class saw how serious I was. “The one goal of this class: for each and every senior graduates with good grades, good test scores and goes on to a great university.” After a decade of running this course, I knew I could deliver everything I just explained, and more. Since senior seminar was instituted at Regent Academy, the dropout rate was practically nonexistent, the collective GPA of the graduating classes was a 3.8, 97% of grads went on to receive degrees from four year universities, and many of them earned scholarships and entry into the Ivy League. What began as a class designed to catch the kids who were slipping through the cracks, had grown into a required course for every senior at Regent. The program was so successful other schools were paying top dollar for us to set up similar seminars, while national education programs were writing articles and essay about it in journals and textbooks. So, yeah, I was pretty sure I’d have no trouble doing it again for these kids. When the bell sounded for passing period, the 70 kids lined up and headed out with my signature verifying that they’d each signed up for a weekly session with our college counselor, 4 or more test prep sessions with teachers from various departments at the school, and 2 or more extra-curricular activities that they could put on their college résumés. As each kid passed, I shook his or her hand and offered congratulations on taking the first step towards a college degree. 70 hands later, I waved to the last girl out the door and turned back to my desk, not expecting to see a tall handsome young man still standing by the extra-curricular sign up forms at my desk. He must have been new, because I made it my business to know every senior by the first day of seminar, and there was no way I’d somehow missed a cute piece of meat like him. “I don’t know if they had bells at which ever school you used to go to,” I said, walking over and stacking the many papers on my desk. “but at this school it means it is time to haul ass to your next class. You can come back and get your form signed by me after school, just hurry off before you end up being late on your first day. Not the best way to make a first impression.” “You’re right about that sir,” the boy said, smiling at me, causing my cock to twitch beneath my khakis. It was a good thing I wore my tightest jock today. “I do owe you an apology for being late this morning.” “Since I didn’t even notice you coming in late, we’ll call it even. Now hurry up or you’ll be apologizing to your next teacher too.” Walking to the door and opening it, I was stunned to look back and see him chuckling while taking his messenger bag off and dropping it onto the chair opposite mine. Cute or not, this kid needed a reality check if he thought I was joking, especially when I’d spent the past hour lecturing on the responsibility he’d be taking on in my class. “Maybe I’m not being clear enough. Either you get out of my class and into your next one or I’ll have you sent straight back to where ever you learned that it is okay to ignore your teachers.” “Actually, I’m the one who wasn’t clear,” the boy responded, obviously trying not to laugh, which made my temper flair and my Dick stiffen. “I’m not apologizing for being late to class.” “Watch it Kid!” My voice got louder and deeper and I felt my face getting red as I crossed to him and prepared to drag him out of the room, if necessary. “I’m apologizing for being late to work,” his words stopped me dead, just as my hand reached out to grab his firm, muscular arm. “I’m not a student Coach Adams. I’m Andrew Macintosh, your intern for the year.” After we had a good laugh about my mistaking him for a student, Andrew and I sat down so we could get to know one another. Currently in his first year of a master in education program at CSU, Andrew was new to the area and excited to get started as my intern. Maybe I was used to seeing teachers go back to school for their masters or maybe it was the fact he’d graduated college at 19, but either way I couldn’t get over how young he looked, and I wondered how the kids would ever take him seriously if he was only 2 years older than they were. That’s why when He tried to convince me to refer to him as Andy, I insisted he go by Mr. Macintosh in front of the students. We ended up compromising and agreeing I’d call him Mr. Mac. As for me, it had been so long since I’d gone by anything other than Coach that I told him I’d probably ignore anyone who called me by my real name. “Coach it is then.” There was that smile again. Even in my smallest jockstrap I could feel my Dick throbbing and leaking against my leg. Thank God he couldn’t see under the desk. “So coach, what’s next on the agenda? What classes will I be helping you with this year?” “Well that’s a good question, cause you just sat through one of the two classes I teach all day,” Mac’s surprise was clear on his face, so I decided I’d better explain. ……………… When I first started at Regent, all I knew how to do was wrestle and coach wrestling. Since you can’t major in heavyweight wrestling positions, I’d floated through college from major to major until my senior year when I looked at what credits I had and realized the only major that offered me any chance of completing the requirements before I aged out of my athletic scholarship was English. After medaling at a couple wrestling tournaments and making the Olympic team as an alternate, I had big dreams of opening a gym where I’d coach young guys who wanted to be competitive wrestlers. Even with a degree and my credentials, no bank was going to loan me the money to start a gym, so I started looking for work that would allow me to save enough on my own. I tried personal training, private security, even modeling for a while, but everything I tried that was steady didn’t paid well enough to let me support myself and save for my gym, and I couldn’t rely on booking the jobs that paid bank. That was when a customer at the gym where I trained recognized me from my college wrestling days. Turns out I’d kicked his ass at every match, and he’d kept an eye on my career from my exhibition matches to my Olympic try, but lost track of me ever since. After he discovered I was working odd jobs, he asked me to go for a drink and discuss my dream of opening a gym. We drank until my tongue got loose and I admitted to doing to modeling for some men’s underwear catalogues, which he asked if he could see. Back at my apartment I reluctantly pulled out the proofs of the catalogue and pretty soon we were joking about how little I had to cover my big uncut Dick. Before I could say no, he said he wanted to wrestle me again and told me to strip down. This guy might have been in my weight class in school, but as he pulled off the oxford shirt and crisp grey wool slacks he’d worn that day to his investment firm, it was obvious he’d kept in shape, but no longer had the musculature he’d need to take me on. Still, I was drunk and in the closet and he was hot as hell, so we stripped to our jocks and I got out a mat I used for working out. Just as I thought, I had him pinned in seconds every time. When the fifth ‘match’ began, he almost got me in a choke hold because I’d lost focus due to his jock-clad cock pressing against my butt. Instinct kicked in and I accidentally went 100% for a second, flipping him over me in the air and wrapping my legs around his head. Realizing I was choking out the first and only potential investor in my gym, I loosened my legs and started to pull away, but stopped when he grabbed my thighs, leaned forward and sucked my semi-hard Dick through the flimsy white Bike jock. Moaning, I spread my legs and let him wriggle free so he could uncover my cock and suck it for real. In minutes, I was balls deep inside him, breeding his ass on the floor, and listening to him admit that he’d fantasized about me since the first time he saw me in my singlet. When he left that night around midnight, with three loads up inside his hole, he set up a time for us to meet at his office the next day. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and was greeted by pictures of him with his wife and young son. All business, he explained to me that the only way a bank would ever give me the loan was if I got a steady job and held it down for a few years. Crushed, I let him suck me off on his plush leather sofa, and left with no clue what I could do to convince a bank I was trust worthy. A week passed before I was approached at the gym by another man who explained that my investment banker friend was also a friend of his and he had some possible work for me. Unsuspecting and figuring there was no way a married man would share what had happened between the two of us, I met this guy at his house so he could look at my résumé and as it turned out, he was a recruiter for some major business firms. When he mentioned that our mutual friend had told him I’d spent some time modeling for underwear catalogues, he told me he had to see them to be sure nothing I’d photographed would come back to disqualify me from a position at one of the firms. This led quickly to asking me for a live show and soon I was sliding my Dick in his was while he bent over his kitchen table and begged for me to breed him. When I went to leave that night he apologized for wasting my time and told me I didn’t have enough experience to work for any of the companies he recruited for. Crushed again, I almost ran into a young guy as he let himself into the house. Looking panicked, the man thanked me for the training session and insisted he’d see me for another one sometime when his son wasn’t just coming home from wrestling practice. Scarred and shocked that he would have me fuck him with his son possibly catching us at any moment, I stammered some hello and good bye and ran out as fast as I could. A few days later at the gym, I saw the teen pointing me out to someone and the two of them heading my way. Frozen with fear, I prepared for the guy to arrest me for god-knows-what, even though I’d done nothing illegal. Instead I was pleasantly surprised when the teen introduced himself again and explained that the man with him was the athletic director from his school. When his son almost caught the two of us, his dad had quickly made up the fact I was his trainer, but he must have had to explain more because his son told me that his Dad explained that I had been a nationally ranked wrestler and when he told the athletic director at his school, the man insisted on meeting me. Turns out the wrestling team was currently coached by an over-zealous father who’d been all state in wrestling years earlier. This made him an expert, even though the team had zero wins all season and some of the kids were transferring to different private academies in order to be on a team where they might win. After I verified my history and accolades, the athletic director invited me to come to a practice the next day and see if I might be willing to coach the kids. It probably took me 5 minutes before the inept techniques and out of date practices of the volunteer coach forced me to laugh. 5 minutes more and I was yelling out corrections for his stupid directions. 2 more minutes and I had half the team watching as I demonstrated the proper hold positions. Turning beet red, the father got in my face and started yelling profanities telling me he would kick my ass for this. Instead I offered to wrestle him to see which one of us was more suited to coach the team. Looking at the athletic director to get some support, the dad got even angrier when the man threw up his hands and told us to go for it. Stripping off his shirt and sucking in his gut, he did some stretches and began trash talking me. He was promising a world of hurt and a hospital stay, until I stripped off my own shirt and shorts, revealing my Olympic singlet. He got very pale as we got into the first position, and I think he whimpered when the bell sounded. Fastest pin I’d ever made. I asked him if he wanted a rematch, and he just shook his head and left. That same night, the AD of the school explained that the only way he could hire me as a paid coach was if I could work in some way on the academic side too. For the third time in the past few weeks, I felt empty, knowing there was practically nothing I could offer. But before I could leave, the man asked me what my degree was in. When I said English, he smiled and said I could teach remedial English as a visiting lecturer, and in the mean time, the school would pay for me to take the necessary classes to complete my teaching certificate. 2 years later I celebrated my 25th birthday by receiving my teaching certificate in front of my all-state wrestling champion team.

I have always known I was bisexual since I was a kid. I have topped but never bottomed, I have attempted bottoming a few times. First time I was 16 my friend and I tried, we didn't have lube and I wasn't streached out properly. A few months ago I bought a butt plug which is 4 inches long and a 8 inch dildo. I lube every night and put the plug in and every other night the dildo. It feels good when I do so. A description of myself, I am a black male, 51, looks to be in my 40's. Slim 5'8, 140 lbs. I have a 8 1/2 inch uncut BBC. Last night I go to the bathhouse, I was feeling extra horny. I pay my admission get my locker put my clothes in it, shower dry off and lube my ass up just in case, but also love having a finger stuck in me. I do my walk around see some doors open and guys showing off their goods, a few guys getting blown or fucked. I think to myself this looks like it good be a fun night. I go to the video room and their are two couches in there. One has a guy laid out on it strocking his cock, the other has a beautiful tall blonde crossdresser, dressed in leather strapped top, short leather skirt, stockings, knee high boots. I start a conversation with her. She looks down and notices my bulge under my towel, tells me she hasn't had a BBC all night, she motions to the gloryhole section, and I follow her over there. She goes in one cubicle and I go in the one next to it. I then feel her lick and play with my balls then she starts to put it in her mouth and my she could suck, I take a hit of poppers she then takes my whole cock in her mouth, wow !!!! did that feel great, never felt anything like that before, at this time a guy comes behind me and stars feeling my cock and balls his hands moves to my chest and he starts nibbling my ears and neck. My eyes are closed and I didn't notice another guy come in and start sucking my chest, I reach back and feel a cock it is about 6 inches but very thick, and rock hard. He stars feeling my ass and whispers in my ear you are all lubed up. Meanwhile my sexy crossdresser has decided she wants my BBC in her ass/pussy, she pushes herself up on it I feel it going in and she starts grinding on it and going back and forth on it. Meanwhile the guy who was sucking and licking my chest starts kissing me sticking his tounge down my throat, and the guy behind me is rubbing his cock against my ass. I press up against him and I feel the head pop in, I let out a loud moan the guy kissing me just kisses me harder. We all take several hits of poppers and I feel that cock just go in I smile to myself and say finally. There was a little pain but having preparing myself for a while it was a beauus tiful sensation. I start pumping into my sexy crossdresser as he is pumping into me. Meanwhile the guy kissing me is strocking away and lets out a loud moan as he shoots his load on me, feeling his cum on me I let loose in her ass, I hear her yell out yes and she starts screaming as she cums, off course he lets go in my ass, he pulls out of me I feel it leak out. my ass. My kisser gets on his knees and licks and cleans me out. She comes in the cubicle and kisses me I feel her ass with my cum in it and play with it take out my fingers and stick it her mouth we then kiss some more. She walks out. I decide it is now shower time. I shower catch my breathe walk around some more still with a raging hard on and my ass feeling great. I pass a door a guy is laying on his bed watching a video, getting blown he smiles at me I walk in he motions me to him and starts blowing me, the guy who was blowing him then stops and climbs on his cock and starts riding it, another guy walks in, he comes behind me sticks his cock in my ass, I am thinking to myself 51 years nothing, then Bam in a 45 minute span twice. The guy climbs off my sucker, the guy fucking me stops the starts fucking the other guy, the sucker turns around and I starts pounding his ass. The guys we are fucking are facing each other and start kissing, we take a hit of poppers and everyone is just moaning out loud a few more people enter the room and are watching and strocking and feeling our bodies up. I cant resist anymore and let loose my 2nd load, the other guy lets go of his and the guys we were fucking followed suit. We all collapse on the bed exhausted and some of the guys who were watching us came over and cleaned us But cant wait till I get fucked again.

I agree 100% with what Cam1972 said. I get off on knowing he is inside me. The physical submission is hot but there is most definitely a mental submission that goes along with it. And yes, I want it to end with him cumming side me. I too have a fuck buddy that has been around for years. Saturday night he was being really dominant, and because he knows me so well he knows how to push my buttons. He started teasing me that if I didn't do as instructed, he would use a condom on me. Not withhold the dick, but with hold the load. I don't know why, but it turned me on. Mostly because it was him mind fucking me. I don't know how I would have felt if he had actually used the condom, but then again, I behaved as told. I didn't want to find out.

The element of giving up control to the top is definitely forefront in my mind. Watching his masculine body overtake mine is a phenomenal mind fuck. But... The thing that always gets me is that he is inside me. Connected. Two men connected by his cock and my hole. There's no getting closer, physically. One man inside another. Even if it's a rough fuck, it's still an intimate act. And getting his load? Definitely what I'm needing in the end. Sex is so much more than physical for me. It's an emotional and mental act as well. An act I enjoy very much.

Part 3 Wow! I had never been fucked by more the one guy at a time and now I had just received my fourth load of cum up my fuck hole. All bareback. And even though I had been led to believe they had all been tested negative for HIV, I had been informed the last three loads were actually poz, and there were at least a dozen more poz infected cocks that were going to breed my negative ass. In addition I had just fucked a poz infected ass that was full of toxic poz cum and had shot what was probably going to be my last negative load. As my softening dick slid out of the poz pit I had just fucked I tried to get up but was roughly grabbed and place back on the fuck bench. Some one took the place of the guy I had just fucked and he in turn mounted the fresh piece of fuck meat. As he straddled him and slid his poz stick up his ass I had a great view of his cum dripping fuck hole. There was a bio hazard tattoo surrounding the poz pit which was dripping cum. "Now you can lick his ass fuck pig." I didn't need a second invitation. I love cum and the ass seasoning of a fresh cream pie is my favorite. I dove in licking up all the cum on the outside before plunging my tongue into that toxic bug infested ass. My cock was already starting to get hard again. "You like that poz fuck slop piggy"? someone asked. "Best tasting cream pie I ever," I replied. Just then another big cock was rammed deep in my hole. "Oh fuck" I gasped, "Fuck me, pump more of that bug infected poz into my cunt! Give me another load of faggot death deep in my ass." The top slammed his poz injector fuck stick in hard and almost immediately I felt his cock throbbing and I was getting another poz load deep in my ass. I could feel more of that demon seed running down my balls as his cock spewed burst after burst deep in my bowels. Thank god they all seemed to be cumming so fast. I didn't think my ass could handle every cock here pounding my ass for twenty minutes apiece. About that time bio hazard tattoo guy let out a deep moan and pumped his satanic venom deep into the ass he was pounding. Once again they told me to straddle the guy on the floor in front of me and fuck him. My cock was once again hard as a rock as I plunged it into the poz filled fuck hole and once again another cock was thrust into my ass. Since I had already came once I wasn't able to shoot another load right away and three more guys bred my fuck hole before I released my cum deep into the ass under me. Again I was yanked back onto the fuck bench with my ass exposed. The guy whose ass I had fucked was replaced with a fresh unseeded ass which he straddled and started to fuck as I licked his freshly cum filled fuck hole. My own ass was on fire from all the fucking it was getting and each new poz fucker seemed like he was trying to ram it in harder than the previous guy. As I lapped up the cum from the ass in front of me his balls tightened and he spewed his toxic brew into the bottom's ass. "Okay piggy, get that negative prick into that bug hole." I straddled the freshly pozed bug hole but my dick was not responding. I had shot two loads in a very short period and I needed some time to recover and told them as much. "We got just the thing to cure that." The men around me moved back and a figure in a black robe came forward. The robe had a hood that completely hid his face. A cold shiver cursed through my body. He looked like the grim reaper. He was holding what looked like an oxygen mask attached to a long flexible hose that you might see on a vacuum cleaner. "Inhale this," a screechy high pitched voice hissed. "What is it? I can't do drugs. If a random drug test caught me with drugs in my system I would lose my job." "Better than drugs and not detectable. I like to call it Devil's breath" he hissed in a voice that very much sounded like it could be that of the Devil. I tried to pull away from the sinister figure but his bony hand was at the back of my head before I could react. The mask was placed over my mouth and nose. "Don't fight it. Inhale," the eerie, satanic voice hissed. There was a vapor issuing from the mask that was hot and had a strong smell of sulfur that did not quite mask another foul odor. I tried to hold my breath but a fist was slammed into my gut knocking the wind from me. With each gasp for air I filled my lungs with the noxious vapor. The room was swimming but my balls felt that familiar tingle that signaled that they had a load that needed to get out. My cock had also jumped back to life, and no sooner than someone grabbed it and guided me to that poz infected fuck pit.

Quick note: My work schedule, always in flux, continues to be unpredictable. Will now be on the road for the next two days.... will be back late Wednesday and will push to get the last few chapters ready and posted. Just four "chapters" left, so I expect the story should be wrapped up by the end of the weekend at the very latest. Ok... onward! Part 10: Four Letter Word Scott Michael was calling but Scott ignored his phone. He was nearly at Viktor’s house and Scott didn’t feel like talking to Michael right now. He had dreamt about Viktor all night. The model’s body wrapped around his. Holding him. That smooth chest pressed against his back. Lips caressing his neck. Warm breath on his ear. Hard cock pressing against his ass. Had he ever disliked the Romanian? The thought seemed so alien to him now. Scott glanced at his reflection in a car window as he walked by. He had come from work and was still in his suit, although he had pulled off his tie. He thought his dark hair and ‘not quite shaven’ look made his blue-grey eyes stand out even more. He had always felt his eyes were his best feature. He rang the bell and Viktor opened the door. The model was bare chested. His nipples just starting to harden in the cold air. His chest smooth and hairless except for the treasure trail leading down from his bellybutton. The model wore a pair of old jeans — worn in all the right places to highlight his crotch. If anything, however, the gorgeous model looked even more pale, more ill, than the day before. “You should be laying down. You look like you are still not feeling well.” Scott chided with a smile as put the bag of groceries in the kitchen. “I picked up a few things for you. More cold & flu medicine, some juice, bottled water, and a little treat. The store had some Christmas chocolates so I picked up a few.” Viktor started to speak but Scott cut him off. “I know, I know… you don’t normally eat chocolate. But you aren’t feeling well and need a little treat. I also picked up some groceries and thought I could make you some chicken noodle soup for dinner.” “Scott you are being so kind. You don’t need to do all this.” “Nonsense. I want to do it.” Viktor: Guilt washed over the young model. He liked this new Scott, He was so much sweeter than the old Scott. But he knew that — if he had not tricked the other man into the ritual and the bargain — Scott would never be doing this. Scott was just a puppet being toyed with by forces he didn’t even know existed. I’m hardly an innocent. He thought. I’ve used guys just as much as Michael has. But this this is something different, something new. To knowingly infect someone with HIV, potentially with AIDS itself, just feels evil. Can I bring myself to do it? But then again, Viktor admitted, he wasn’t going to force Scott to do anything. Even if Zburător — Sebastian he corrected himself — had done something to lead Scott to this point, Scott surely still had his freedom to choose. There must be something in him that had always found Viktor attractive, right? And, despite still feeling ill, it wasn’t exactly going to be a chore for Viktor either. Scott might be just a few years older, but he was a very attractive man. If the other man hadn’t gone out of his way to be such a prick over the last six months, Viktor might have even made a pass at him before this. He was getting ahead of himself though. He didn’t have a plan as such. Look good. Be good company. See what happened. And, if an opportunity presented itself, he would complete his bargain with Zburător. Scott: Scott sat on the couch next to Viktor. The dishes were washed, the kitchen was clean, and the model had seemed to enjoy the soup. Scott was running out of excuses to stay. But he didn’t want to leave. “Thank you, Scott. That was very good.” The Romanian said. He had put on a white t-shirt for dinner but it was tight enough that it showed his chest off to good advantage. The couch wasn’t small but the two men found themselves sitting close together. Their legs gently touching. Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee and, like he had done the night before, found himself leaving it there. Viktor didn’t complain. He stretched a little and then rested his arm on the back of the couch. Behind Scott’s shoulders. His legs spread ever so slightly. One leg touching up against Scott’s leg. Scott heart beat a little faster. And allowed his body to lean into Viktor’s a bit more. The arm around shoulders moved a little closer. Scott let his head rest against Viktor. He raised his other arm to the white clad chest. Feeling the muscles through the t-shirt. Tracing the nipples with his fingers. Waiting for Viktor to stop him. But Viktor said nothing. He didn’t push Scott away. He did nothing except, perhaps, for holding Scott just a little closer to him. Scott’s lips replaced his fingers on Viktor’s nipples. Caressing them. He couldn’t see Viktor from this angle, he was afraid to look, but he could feel warm breath on his neck as the other man looked down at him. Emboldened, the hand on the model’s knee moved slowly up his thigh. Resting on the satisfying hardness waiting for him there. The palm pressed gently against that hardness. Felt it throb in response. Fingers fumbling with the jeans, opening them. Sliding inside, desperate to touch their prize. Wrapping around the hard shaft. Stroking. Lips kissing their way down. Feeling the well-developed abs. Lower. Sliding off the couch to kneel before the beautiful man. Thrilled when Viktor lifted enough to allow him to slide the jeans down. Lowering his face to the crotch, barely covered now with only a pair of briefs. Revelling in the tastes and smells of masculinity. “Scott…” “Please… “ Voice pleading. “Please don’t tell me to stop.” Silence. Lips dragged along the shape of the hardness through the briefs. Fingers curling around the waistband. Pulling them down. The manhood, free now, as beautiful as the man himself. Basking in the sight of it. Eight fantastic inches. Thick. Hard as a metal bar. Foreskin drawn back but still covering the head. Perfection. The cock slid between his lips, the salty tang of precum just increasing the craving. Deeper. Back of the mouth. Deeper. Into his throat. Saliva dripping down his chin. Scott unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. Viktor: Watching as Scott worked his dick, Viktor felt a thrill. He had been an object of lust before but he had never felt as in control of another man as he did right now. Power. Authority. Domination. Like a drug that overwhelmed his senses. Scott was clearly very experienced but seemed lost in his lust. And Viktor himself was nearly as unbridled. He wanted Scott as much as the other man wanted him. And not just lust. Something much more real that that. Was this Zburător’s doing? He wasn’t sure. And he couldn't make himself care. Scott’s mouth was amazing but Viktor needed more. They both did. He needed Scott to be his. Completely. Scott: Viktor gently pushed him off his cock. Scott looked up at the Romanian like a child that lost its candy. He wanted that dick. He couldn’t explain it. He just needed it. Why was Viktor taking it away? But the model stood from his seat on the couch and leaned forward. Kissed him. And Scott felt himself melt into the kiss. Tongues intertwining. Viktor’s hands under his arms. Lifting him. Hands exploring Scott’s body. Chest. Nipples. Abs. Cock. Gently stoking while Scott rested his head on on his friend’s shoulder. His breath heavy. Those hands sliding to Scott’s back. And down. Gripping his ass through his slacks. No words. No discussion. No argument. The Romanian knew what he wanted. He knew Scott would give it to him. And he was right. Viktor took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. Undressing him. Pausing only to touch. To caress. To stroke. And they were both naked. A gentle guiding push and Scott was on laying on the bed. Face down. Victor’s mouth and tongue working his hole. The only sounds the working of Viktor’s tongue, their breathing, and Scott’s moans. “Scottie.” The Romanian cooed as he slipped forward to rest on Scott’s back. “I have to tell you something.” He paused, as if waiting, but Scott said nothing. “I’m positive, Scottie, I’ve got HIV.” Scott’s breath caught in his chest. But still he could stay nothing. “I want to be inside of you so bad, to fuck you, to make you mine. But I don’t want to hurt you.” Scott could breath. He wanted this as well. He wanted that cock deep inside him. But he was terrified. He was on the edge of a precipice. Ahead of him was the void. But behind him, if he turned away, was a lifetime of regret. He couldn’t face that. Scott’s legs parted. Opening the way. And Viktor’s cock, hard and ready pressed deep into Scott’s crack. Lips kissing Scott’s shoulders and neck. The uncut cock touching Scott’s hole. Viktor pushing his cock forward. Scott pushing his ass back into the fuck. And Scott’s hole opened. Willingly accepted Viktor’s hard dick. Precum and Scott’s own saliva the only lube. Scott winced a bit in discomfort but this felt so right. So natural. “I’m inside you, Scottie. You feel so wonderful.” Scott found his voice. “So do you, baby. You feel perfect inside me.” Words lost again. Just motion. Viktor’s gentle thrusts. Scott’s eager ass raising to meet them. Two bodies locked together. Becoming one. Something neither man had ever really felt before. Something emotional, almost spiritual, that made the physical sensation even more breathtaking. The thrusts growing harder as the two bodies bucked together. Falling quickly into a natural rhythm. Scott’s neck turned to kiss Viktor’s lips. Viktor with one arm wrapped under Scott and around his chest. As if to hold them together… as if Scott would ever let them move apart. Viktor: Body aching, muscles tight, but Viktor didn’t care. His body coated with sweat, both his and Scottie’s. His breath ragged. His ballsack drawing up. The telltale signs. He pulled his lips away from Scott’s mouth. “I’m close… I’m going to cum…. do you want me to pull out?” Scott: Fear. The last moment to stop. To step away from that void, that abyss, to return to safer ground. But… no. “Please, don’t stop. I love you, Viktor. I want it… please… cum inside me.” And he meant it. With all his heart. “Here is comes, Scottie. I’ll always be part of you.” And Viktor’s body convulsed above him. Filling him with seed. With cum. With HIV positive cum. Viktor: They were linked now. His DNA was in Scott’s body. His virus. Viktor’s body gave way, his muscles relaxing in the afterglow, his weight resting on Scott’s back. “I love you too, Scottie.” Viktor whispered. He wondered when he had come to love the other man. But it was true. He had meant to seduce the other man but had seduced himself as well. “Will you always be mine?” “Always.” Scott sighed. And they both drifted off into a deep sleep as Viktor held Scott tight in his arms.

I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”

This is a bit of a cheat. It is actually the story of my last six loads all in one session from only two separate guys. Earlier today, a guy I have been interested in and pursuing for quite awhile finally had a day off. We both had trouble sleeping last night and were texting back and forth most of the night about how horny we were. Though he's normally a bottom, he was really in the mood to top a tight hole. Considering I was in an insatiable bottom mood, that worked well. He invited me over and I got there around 6:00 AM. Even before the door was even closed his shorts were off and the entire length his cock was sliding in and out my mouth and throat. We are both exhibitionists, so it didn't bother me that we were in the living room with one of his roommates on the couch watching. Unbeknownst to me because it was behind my back, he never closed the front door either. He lives on a busy two-way street with parking on both sides and a lot of people who walking down the sidewalk, so it turned-out I was kneeling in plain view of the entire street while deep throating his eight inch uncut cock, getting it nice and wet. He had mentioned that he pre-cums buckets when he is really turned on, and I assumed he was exaggerating, but not so: as I blew him essentially in public (eight or nine people were watching from the sidewalk), he was rock hard and streaming pre-cum like it was piss. Finally, however, he shut the door and we went up to his room. Without closing the door, he threw me on my back on the bed and started sliding his thick cock up and down my ass crack. Each slide added more and more slickness to both my crack and hole. Then, with no warning, extra spit or any lube at all, he thrust balls deep into me in one fast push and bottomed out inside my ass. Without letting me acclimate to his thick uncut cock, he immediately started a vigorous pounding of my ass. He was fucking me so hard and fast that within a matter of about for or five minutes, he was already getting close. I asked him if he wanted to slow down and edge or cum now. He answered by grunting out that he edged all night and this load is mine right now. He shoved his cock as deep as he could and started throbbing and shooting what felt like a gallon of cum deep into me. This is where I found out the best thing about my friend and what led to how I spent the next eight hours. As he was done fucking that load into me and massaging my ass, I expected him to soften-up, but instead he surprised me by getting harder instead. He remarked that when he's really hot for someone, he turns into a multi-cummer who gets harder after cumming and takes longer to cum with each consecutive load. The next eight hours of the day passed without a moment where my ass was empty of a cock. The first load was the only quick load. The others were long varying fucks in many positions that ended in loads that were no less impressive than the first. The last two loads were even more interesting. At this point, he was balls-deep in me as I lay on my back and he stood at the foot of the bed. He bent over and told me to wrap my arms around his neck. I complied and he picked me up and started walking back downstairs while still thrusting in and out of me. His roommate was still on the couch, his eyes bulging, even as his his cock gave a huge twitch in his basketball shorts. "Where are you going?," the roommate asked. "We're going out into the back yard to finish fucking," my friend replied. "Mind if I tag along?" the roommate asked. Now, the roommate is a hot guy and my friend didn't mind so the three of us went out back even as I was still impaled on my friend's cock. When we arrived in the back yard I saw it was a good sized yard that was wide open, with nothing available for privacy: the fence around the yard was a four-foot chain link fence that added no privacy, and in looking at the surrounding properties, I saw they were pretty much all as open as that in which we were playing, so there was privacy at all. Placing me on my back on a picnic table in the middle of the yard, my friend continued fucking me for about ten minutes before he shot his last load (which was possibly even bigger than his earlier loads). "I think I'm done," my friend remarked, and I thought I was also, but before I got to my feet the roommate pulled-out his cock and asked "Mind if I have a turn?" His cock was even more impressive than that of my friend. It was about 9.5", uncut and thick. I looked to my friend who shrugged. In response, I lifted my legs back up and the roommate thrust into my ass just as vigorously as had my friend. In fact, while I didn't think it could possibly happen, the roommate fucked even faster and harder than my friend. Thankfully, he had been edging all day listening to me get fucked by my friend, so about ten minutes later he blew the biggest load of the day inside my hole. Needless to say I had to wear a plug to get home so their huge loads wouldn't ooze out of my hole into my shorts and onto the leather car seat.

So fucked up and depraved.... I love it

Adam had just turned eighteen a few days before, but he knew he looked younger and that might be a problem. He pushed his long blond bangs out of his eyes and looked across the street at the door and the neon sign above it. The Edge’s sign flashed blue at a regular pace. He’d wanted to come to the bathhouse since he first learned of it when he was sixteen. Now he was legal and he wanted to go in, but was kind of scared of what actually went on inside. He seen all sorts of men go in during the fifteen minutes he had watched the door. He took a deep breath and walked across the street. Adam opened the door and was confronted by a heavy set man behind a security window. “One please,” he asked nervously handing the man a twenty. “ID kid,” the man asked looking hard at Adam. Adam handed him his driver’s license and waited. “Shit kid, you look sixteen if a day. You’re gonna be really popular tonight,” he chuckled handing Adam a towel, and a lock with a key on a wrist band. “No clothes allowed kid, only towels, ‘k?” "Sure,” Adam said beginning to get second thoughts about walking around with only a towel on for several hours. Before the man behind the glass buzzed Adam into the bathhouse another man entered. He was a good six foot tall, and a rock solid 285 lbs. His dark brown curly hair was cut short. The beginnings of a five o’clock shadow made him seem even more masculine that he already was. A hefty budge in his jeans only added to this image. Adam could feel himself start to get hard, as he stared at the man in awe. This was a man’s man without a doubt. Adam felt his six inches start to ooze pre-cum. “Dean you old dog, how the hell have you been? Long time no see.” “Not bad Jack, business has had me doing a lot of traveling the last few months putting out fires for the company. I’ve finally got some time off and looking to release some tension if you know what I mean.” He chuckled as he grabbed his crotch. “You want a room like usual?” “Sure, which one do you have available?” “How about 18?” the man grinned as he nodded towards Adam? “Lucky 18, always good for some fun,” he said looking at Adam. “Pig sling room booked yet tonight?” “Nah, want it?” “Yeah, let me have it too. I think I’ll have something to fill it before the night is over,” Dean said with a smirk. Jack buzzed the two men into the bath house. He was glad the bath had video cameras hidden all over the place. He was looking forward to seeing Dean pound the hell out of the hot looking eighteen year old twink. Jack knew the boy was in for the ride of his life tonight and when the twink left he would be a changed man in more ways than one. Adam didn’t know what to expect when he walked through the steel door into the bathhouse. The long hall way was dark with a dim light at the far end. He felt the large man come up next to him. “First time here?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I just turned eighteen a few days ago and wanted to see what it was like,” Adam said shyly. “Well, welcome to The Edge. I’m Dean,” he said extending his hand to the young twink he was looking forward to breeding. “Adam,” said the boy taking the man’s hand. “Don’t worry guy, I’ll be happy to show you around here. I know it can be a little intimidating the first few times, but once you’re used to it can be a lot of fun. Here let me walk you to your locker and you can put your stuff away and get changed,” Dean said being friendly. “It’s just like a gym locker room at school. Afterwards I’ll meet you back here in a few and we can walk around together. I have a room, so if you feel like the whole thing is a little much we can go back there until you’re ready to explore some more.” Dean walked off leaving Adam to change and put all his clothes in his locker. This felt a whole lot different to Adam, than changing in the locker room at school. There everyone generally tried to avoid looking at everyone’s junk, but here all the men were actively trying to make sure everyone saw it or were busy looking at other guys’ cocks and asses. Most of the men in and around the locker room and sauna were either hard or semi-hard. Adam was surprised there were so many different types of men here. Some were heavy-set and hairy, others almost skeleton thin, still others were built gym-rats. Surprisingly there as a fairly large amount of the men there were much older men, but many though were just average looking middle aged men. Adam was in the minority in that there seemed to be few young twinks and most of them seemed more interested servicing the older men rather than someone like him. There was a pretty good mixture of Afro-American, white and Hispanic men. Some of the much older men would wrap their towels around them tightly so you see their dicks like hard mounds under their towels. Others in better shape just threw their towels over their shoulders, so you could see their dicks pointing straight out or swinging like thick pieces of sausages between their legs. The men grinned and smiled at Adam as he took all his clothes off. More than once did the young twink catch some of the men stroking their dicks as they looked and his dick and ass. He felt like a piece of meat a pack of starving dogs was preparing to devour. Adam tried to wrap his towel completely around him but it was too small to stay wrapped completely closed. He was forced to hold the ends together with one hand. In the other hand he had a small baggie with rubbers in it. The most sexually Adam had managed to do in high school so far was jack off with a couple friends when they had been drunk after a few parties. Adam came close once to sucking off a band member during a football game in the fall under the bleachers, but in the end they both chickened out for fear of getting caught. The incident had left him hot and bothered for days and weeks afterwards. They would pass one another in the hallways, but were afraid to do anything. Adam didn’t want to graduate from high school in June still a virgin. Sure, this wasn’t the most romantic place to do it, but here were men, not boys, who would make sure he learned something about sex. He didn’t want to look foolish in bed with the first guy he slept with at college. So here he was, willing to lose his virginity here and hopefully would get to fuck a guy as well. That way he would 'know his way around a man in bed' so to speak. If he was lucky Dean, who was the hottest guy there, would be willing to do him. Dean returned a few minutes later dressed only in a towel and carrying a small bottle in his hand along with a pack of cigarettes. He was fully hard at the thought of breeding Adams tight eighteen year old ass. He figured the boy may have been fucked by some of his school mates, but never had a man up there yet. He wanted to make sure he changed that for Adam and be the first charged load of many before the night was over up his tight little twink neg ass. Dean knew the boy was a bit tense, but once he got the 1st hit of Tina in Adam that would all change. He hoped he might even be able to slam the boy making him a total slut begging for dick, and then put him in the pig sling room to make sure the boy left here pozzed up after being gangbanged all night. He loved stealthing young twinks where ever he went. He’d been stealthed at sixteen by someone else and figured it was only fair to share the gift with as many men as possible. Since he was constantly moving and taking trips for his job, Dean was able spread his gift world-wide to as many men as he could. Dean thought Adam looked so pure and angelic with his longish light blond hair, smooth pale skin and cute perky coral colored dime-sized nipples. He stood at about 5’6”, and 120 lbs. with bright blue eyes and Dean guessed he had a six inch average sized cock, uncut as Dean would discover. Though he didn’t play any sports, Adam stayed toned by skateboarding, which made him very desirable in the bathhouse as a fuck toy to be used and bred. “Let me give you a tour and then we can chill on patio for a bit,” Dean said admiring the sexy eighteen year old who would soon be getting his gift. Dean walked Adam around the bathhouse showing him the TV room, exercise machines, video room, glory holes, maze, showers and steam room. He could tell the men were jealous of him walking around with this hot twink. But in the end they would thank him when all of them had the chance to slide in the boy’s hot lil’ cunt and breed him. Otherwise only one man would be lucky enough to tap it and judging from the boy carrying a bag of rubbers would have to fuck him covered. Adam and Dean walked out on the dark patio and found a table in the back behind some tall ferns where they couldn’t be seen too well by others. Adam found Dean easy to talk to and soon found himself talking about the first hand job with his best friend. He later joined various other friends in beating off to porn videos and magazines. His best friend thinking it was too gay made them stop jerking off together and made a big effort in publicly getting a blow job from a well-known slut of a cheerleader. Going online and reading stories and watching videos was all in the end Adam had left to relive his needs. Finally now that he was eighteen he wanted to lose his cherry to an older more experienced man. Dean smiled to himself; this was going to be even more fun that he thought. He was going to get to take the twink’s cherry and poz him all at the same time. Dean realized Adam was interested in him because the teen kept adjusting his hard-on under the skimpy towel Jack had purposely given the teen. Soon once the eighteen year old was fucked up; Dean would have him walking around with the towel wrapped around his neck and not his waist. He wanted all the men in the bathhouse to see what they were going to get a chance to load up with their loads after he was finished with Adam. Dean decided it finally time to get the ball rolling and prepare to pop this cherry. He opened out the cigarette pack and pulled out a “T” laced joint and lit up taking a big inhale, before passing it to Adam. Adam didn’t normally smoke pot that often. He preferred to stay straight, so he could stay in control and focused on school. He wanted to get into NYU film school the next year after graduating and knew grades were important. Adam didn’t want to seem uncool in front of this hot stud of a man. He knew this man would be gentle with him if they had sex. He trusted Dean and knew the man would treat him right in bed. Plus he thought the weed would help him feel more relaxed when he got fucked for the first time. Dean at first thought he’d have to do some fast talking to get Adam to smoke the “T” laced joint as he watched the inner turmoil inside him, but the teen soon was smoking away. Dean took a couple more big hits and had Adam finish the rest of the large joint. He could see both the pot and “T” were starting to really work on the unsuspecting eighteen year old. Before Adam finished smoking the joint Dean took the roach from him. He took the last hit from him and leaned in to shotgun the last hit to Adam. With little effort he was soon kissing Adam passionately making the twink even hornier than before from smoking the joint. “Hey Adam, let’s go hang out in my room for a bit. We can watch a video while we relax,” Dean stood up and helped Adam stand up. He grabbed him and kissed the blond twink hard again causing the twink to drop his towel. Dean stroked the six inch dick causing Adam to moan into him. He grabbed the brown bottle and his pack of cigarettes taking Adam’s hand leading him to the room where he’d lose his cherry and take his first poz load. Adam pulled away from Dean heading back to the table. At first, Dean thought it was to grab the bag of rubbers, but Adam grabbed his dropped towel. To make sure Adam didn’t notice the rubbers, Dean wet his middle finger with spit and slid it home in Adam’s virgin cunt. He aimed for the eighteen year old's prostate, which, of course, caused Adam to gasp in pleasure. The “T” laced joint was already beginning to do its work and make Adam horny for cock. Dean worked Adam’s ass for a few minutes before pulling him to a standing position kissing him hard. He continued working the teen’s boy cunt as he kissed him deeply. Finally Dean pulled away smiling at now lust filled Adam. “Ready to go to my room?” he grinned, asking the latest in a long string of victims. “Hell yeah!” Adam panted excitedly. He had never been so horny after smoking a joint. Dean’s fingering felt even better than his own fingers. He desperately needed to feel this man inside him. He hoped Dean would be gentle since was so he was so large and Adam was still a virgin. He knew it would hurt at first but would feel better soon afterwards. Or at least that’s what all the stories on Nifty said. Dean made Adam wear his towel around his neck as they walked to his room. He wanted to do a little advertising for Adam’s later gangbang. He wanted Adam to walk out in the morning with his eighteen year old pussy dripping poz cum from being well fucked by as many men as possible. Dean played with Adam’s ass as they walked pass various men looking or having sex throughout the bathhouse on the way to his room. The poor twink was moaning like a slut and trying to force more of Dean’s fingers into his teen cunt even before they got to the room. Fortunately the walk to Dean's room was only a few seconds, and upon arrival, Adam was hornier than he had ever been in his life. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this man to fuck him and take his cherry. Dean maneuvered the eighteen year old boy to the bed and finally pulled his fingers from Adam’s hole. He stood over the panting lust filled eighteen year old boy. Dean knew the boy was ready for the next step in stripping away his innocence. Dean finally pulled off his towel exposing to Adam for the first time his red bull can thick cut eight inch fuck stick. The huge mushroom head with its large gold hoop piercing was nearly twice as wide as the cock was thick. Adam had never seen a cock that big or dangerous looking. He had no doubt when Dean finished with him Adam would know what it meant to be fucked. He knew he should be afraid of the dick, but there was an itch building deep inside his hole to feel Dean shoving it in him. It was like he was totally losing his inhibitions. Sure Adam knew some of his inhibitions were lowered by the weed, but this was different. It was like they weren’t even there anymore. Adam needed sex and needed it bad. Dean grabbed one of his famous “T” laced bottles of warming lube; it was time to prime Adam for his first breeding. end of part 1

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

Me and My Boy at the Rest Stop Part I. After a three hour drive, and a large convenience store coffee, I had to piss like a racehorse. I convinced my boy that we were making good time, and we decided to stop at the next rest area we saw along the interstate. Nearly twenty minutes later, we finally saw an off-ramp and took it. As soon as the car had stopped, I opened the door and headed as fast as possible into the building, but not without taking note of where we were. Had I not had to piss so badly, I might have reconsidered. It was filthy and run-down. The gutters along the roof were growing trees, the pavement was cracked, and the brick walls covered with graffiti, not to mention the smell wafting out of the broken painted-over windows into the bathrooms. This was not the visitors’ center that families stopped at, more like a last resort for truckers. The men’s room door creaked opened and the smell intensified. I unzipped and released a torrent of piss into a long trough, as my bladder emptied, I caught my breath and looked around a bit. I realized that there was a guy standing in the open stall right behind me, with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants around his ankles, fisting a meaty uncut cock. He gestured to me to come over and without thinking, I walked towards him, with my dripping cock still popping out of my zipper. "Shame I didn’t get to drink any of that, bud," he said as he crouched down and engulfed my dick with his mouth, shucking my pants down to my feet. The guy swallowed me to the balls and slobbered all over. He wasn’t unattractive, but definitely a few pounds overweight, hairy, and smarmy. He fisted his cock with one hand and grabbed my hand with the other, leading it to the back of his head, as if he wanted me to choke him with my dick. I obliged, knowing that my boy could walk in and see this at any moment. The guy got me hard in seconds, and I started pounding his mouth as he drooled and moaned. He stood up and bent over the toilet, spreading his hairy immense ass cheeks wide and fingered his hole. I noticed that he was loose, and wasn’t sure if I was seeing cum or lube dripping out of his pucker. I took the hint and sank my cock into him, balls deep, as he pushed back, egging me on. I knew this wasn’t smart, or healthy, and I pulled out. ‘What’s wrong? Am I too loose,” he asked. “Naw man. It’s just….” He didn’t let me finish. “You’re clean, right?” I nodded. With that, he backed right up onto my bare cock again commanding “Then breed me!” I knew he wanted my cum, and I was ashamed that my boy might see me like this, barefucking a stranger, who wasn’t even that sexy, but he did have a nice cock, which was just now flopping around underneath as I fucked him hard. “Give me your load, man.” He wanted it, so I gave it to him, slamming hard into him and shooting my load into his ass. As soon as I pulled out, he hunched down again and cleaned off my cock, which was covered in white globs of cum, certainly more than I had just offered him. I knew I had barebacked a cum-bucket. I felt so filthy, but it turned me on. He guided me in front of him, and bent me over the toilet, spreading my ass and licking my hole. I was pretty sure he was working globs of seed into my ass with each thrust of his tongue. He slapped his meat against my ass crack and I knew he wanted to fuck me raw. I stood up and turned around, trying to pull up my pants. “What the fuck man? You’re gonna load me up and not return the favor?” I shook my head. “Why? You got a wife and kids out there in the station wagon waiting for you?” I chuckled, knowing that my boy waiting in the car was as much of a cumdump as this stranger was. I had an idea… To be continued...

There is a daddy on bbrt always looking for holes to come to the island

I knew a baseball god who met a similar fate!!! Give us more.

Exceptionally well-written, and hotter than hell! This has the potential of becoming a classic, and I'm definitely looking forward to future chapters!

Would love to breed a sissy bottom cockslut.

Trent Lane 4Ever

An old business contact came through town today and called me up. I'd known him and his wife and worked at the same company. I'd blown him a few times in the past, but nothing too heavy. Went to his hotel and sucked his fat uncut cock (God I love Hispanic dick) while he sat on the sofa with his legs spread. I love his smell and rubbing my face in his crotch. He was prepared and had some lube which he leaned over and applied to my hole, fingering my ass and opening me up. He just pulled out of my mouth and without a word pushed me over the sofa. Got behind me and rubbed his hard cock up and down my crack and just made me beg for his meat. God it hurt at first but by the time he was balls deep, rubbing up against my back and breathing like a dog fucking his bitch,,, my hole was responsive and he made me cum all over the front of the sofa just from fucking my hole. I guess it was too much for him and he unloaded in my ass. Took me three hours before I left. Two more loads in my hole and a big fucking smile on my face. I was really happy to find out he would be a monthly visitor... new territory for us both.

CHPT 6 - Truck Stop Window Shopping and Conversion Party: I tried to sleep but my mind was racing with the memories of Harold fucking me, then the light skinned black guy in the video booth shooting his load in my sore ass, then Curtis with his belt around my neck as he told me over and over what a good sissy I was. My dick was hard too but no matter how much I jacked it, I could not cum, so I gave up in frustration and just lay on the bed, Harold’s dirty overalls next to me – waiting. Curtis came back in twice more and injected me with his shots, and the last time added another syringe slam of his blood. All I could think about was being fucked and even though I tried to rub his dick and begged for him to stick it in, he just laughed, refused, and said, “No. You need to learn to be hungry.” I guessed he meant for sex, because even though I had not eaten anything more than a bit of sandwich in a few days, I did not feel hungry for food. A while later I heard the doors unlock, AJ came in and said, “Come on.” I hesitated, and he said, “It’s OK, place is closed dude, it’s like fucking late, but got something lined up for us. Do you want to smoke or something first? Let’s make it quick.” After a quick smoke, AJ stuck a couple joints in his pocket, and I followed him out through the store and out the front door, which he locked behind us. I was in nothing but a pair of shorts and felt dirty and embarrassed, but AJ had assured me that is just what we needed. As we walked, AJ told me about his life, how his Dad kicked him out when he was like 12, how Curtis had given him a job at a convenience store he owned until AJ had turned 18 then shifted him over to ROXIES ADULT VIDEO STORE, how Curtis had just always looked after him – like family, set him up with his own place even. Once at ROXIES, AJ quickly started making big cash fucking dudes because of how big his dick was. He said he was a hustla, a term I didn’t know, and he explained he got cash for sex, sort of like a hooker he guessed, but he had a real job, at ROXIES, so not the same. Outside of ROXIES he had his own game on too, and that is where we were headed now. The night was still warm, and we walked quickly down the feeder road of the highway, under an overpass, and towards the big STUCKEYS sign. The gravel on the side of the road hurt my feet, but AJ was in no mood to hear me complaining. When we got to the parking lot, AJ told me to stand by a plywood sign advertising a $2.95 breakfast special, told me to smoke a joint, and he trotted off between the trucks. I was nervous, scared, and even more so as a couple of the rigs pulling out of the lot slowed as they passed me. I suddenly became afraid someone would report me for smoking, so I finished it as quickly as I could and tried to hide in the shadows. AJ came running back between the trucks, waved me over, and I followed him around to the back of the STUCKEYS. He knocked on a metal door four times, which slowly opened, and an older white guy in a dirty cook’s apron let us in. “Barry, this is…well…a new friend, he’s staying over at Curtis’ right now.” Barry shook my hand, looked at my neck and gently ran a hand across the side of it, touching the bruise that now was clearly showing from Curtis’ belt, looked around furtively, and said, “Fine, fine, come on in. I ain’t got all night.” We stepped through the door and followed Barry into a side room stacked with canned food. Barry looked around nervously and said, “OK OK, here’s a $50,” as AJ whipped out his dick, Barry got on his knees and started sucking. I was surprised as AJ did not say a word, which was so unlike the times he had fucked me, and about a minute later I could see his dick pulse as he shot in Barry’s mouth. Barry licked his lips, wiped his mouth, and tilted his head. AJ zipped up his shorts and motioned for me to follow, and we quickly wound our way through the kitchen and out a door into a hallway where there was people coming and going. AJ stopped, grabbed my arm and said, “OK, the truckers all stop here for showers. We’ll hang out on the bench by the trucker’s lounge. If someone gives you the eye – follow them.” I nodded, shaking as I was scared and high, and followed AJ’s lead. There was a wooden bench down the hall and a door marked TRUCKERS ONLY that a stream of men were coming in and out of. AJ whispered, “The trucker’s lounge is back in there, where they can take their food, watch TV, whatever, several showers, and off another hallway several little rooms they can rent by the hour for naps or shit – or us!” Every man that passed us made me more and more nervous, a couple stopped and chatted with AJ, but then moved on. After only a short while though a tall Hispanic looking guy in a cowboy hat, pointed boots, jeans and a big buckled belt stopped. He had tobacco under his upper lip and had no qualms as he spit into the corner of where the bench met the wall. AJ just pointed at me, the trucker nodded, reached out, twisted one of my nipples really hard making it pop out a little, and then turned and started to walk towards the Trucker’s Lounge. AJ jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow and whispered, “Go on, he’s a top so wants to fuck. So you take him.” I got up and caught the door just as the Hispanic guy walked through and all eyes were on me as I followed the trucker through the lounge, past the showers, and my dick jumped as I saw a couple naked, hairy men. The guy in the cowboy hat walked on, turned a key in a door, held it open, and I stepped into a small room that had a bed, a small TV and clock radio on a shelf, and nothing else. There was a small suitcase at the foot of the bed, which he flipped open, pulled out a towel, t-shirt, and without a word, walked back out of the room. I meekly followed him as he went to the showers, found an empty stall, stepped in beside him, and felt trapped as he closed the plastic curtain behind us. There was a small bench in the dressing area, a lip, and then the shower stall. Without a word he began to undress and once he was naked he stepped into the shower and turned the water on and looked back at me expectantly. I dropped my shorts and scooted in beside him, the water was hot and scalding, making me jump towards the back. His hair now wet and matted, the Hispanic guy smiled, pressed his body against mine, his rough hands found both my nipples which he began squeezing and pinching hard, and with a smile and heavy accent said, “You a trucker ho?” Ho? Oh he meant whore. I just nodded, he smiled, leaned in and began biting at my neck as he caressed my body. I didn’t think his dick looked all that big, but as he kissed me and fondled me, it grew, and grew, and grew, until he was about Curtis’ size. The water running down my face was distracting, but when he turned me around and shoved the little bar of soap into my hole, even I knew what he wanted, and so I pushed my ass back, inviting him to fuck me. The Hispanic trucker entered me slowly, taking his time, savoring every inch, as he kissed and nestled my neck. His thrusts picked up speed and he began speaking in rapid Spanish and only when he wrapped his arms around my chest and held me tight did I realize he meant he was cumming. Two thrusts later he stepped out of the shower, grabbed his towel, casually wiped off, picked up his boots and without a look back to me left the shower stall. I stood there, staring, water running over my body as I wondered what to do next. Was I supposed to get money from him? Do I follow him? Do I leave? Just then a beefy built white guy walks past and glances at me. He comes back, stands in front of the shower cube and eyes me up and down. He steps in, pulls the vinyl shower curtain shut, takes of his clothes, and steps into the shower with me without saying a word. Why am I shaking? I don’t know, but my body quickly heats up as the new guy looks at my bright pink and bruised nipples, then leans down and roughly chews on them, then forcefully pushed my shoulders to make me kneel and suck on his dick as the running water of the shower coats our bodies. A hot load of cum in my ass later he leaves closing the shower curtain behind him, and I am eager now. I want a big dick like Harold’s to fuck me, and I am realizing I attract attention. Maybe because I am young. Maybe I am handsome, or pretty, I don’t know. I boldly open the shower curtain and started caressing my own body, hoping to attract the attention of the truckers passing by like a slutty window display in a my own little Red Light District. I guess word spreads, and I was soon being fucked by one dick after another, as I sucked someone else, load after load filling me up from both ends. A couple of guys ask me my name and I start to reply and then realize, well, I didn’t really know right then. Everything seemed fuzzy and just beyond my reach when I tried to think of anything besides what I was doing at that moment. I am in mid-fuck and still have not found a ‘Harold dick’ when AJ reappears, smiles, and stands with his arms across his chest watching me milk out two more loads. When they finish and leave, AJ winks, and says, “You ready to go man? Time to wrap up this shit. My nutts are drained and looks like you got cleaned, and filled, so come on before that ass puckers up so much you can’t walk.” I laugh, dry off on a towel AJ tosses me, slip my dirty shorts back on, and follow him back out of STUCKEYS, basking in the eyes that stare at me, the winks, the nods, the small smiles that all say, “Thank you for taking my cum.” Once we were in the parking lot, I asked AJ if he had something to smoke and he said no. I asked if he had fun, he said no. I asked if he wanted to fuck me behind a truck, and he said no. Something was wrong for sure, I didn’t know what, but AJ was clearly not his horny young self and as I was basking in being a trucker whore, he was shutting me out. AJ opened the door to ROXIES, I stepped in, he locked the door behind us, and quickly walked towards Curtis’ office. Curtis was once again in his chair, tilted back, a cloud of thick smoke around his head, but this time he was stroking his dick. AJ touched my arm, leaned in and kissed my neck and said, “I’m sorry,” and quickly left. Sorry for what? I was still standing in the doorway looking towards the front, wondering what AJ meant, when Curtis’s big hand grasped my throat and he growled and slurred, “THAT’S THE LAST FUCKING TIME YOU’RE A SISSY CUNT WITHOUT MY SAY SO – UNDERTSANDS? BENDS THAT ASS OVER, TIME FOR YOUR NEXT LESSON AND TRUSTS ME, THIS ONES IS GOING TO FUCKING HURT AND BE BLOODY AS A PIG ON A STICK.” I bit my lip as Curtis slammed me face down onto his desk, papers and shit falling off the sides just making him angrier. I didn’t quite understand what I had done that was wrong. Curtis slapped my face hard a couple times and yelled, “YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING MOVE…NOT FUCK…SPREAD THOSE LEGS.” I spread my legs to the side, my chest flat on the desk, my hands grasping the metal edge, the tang of my bloody lip mixing with my fear. Curtis was swearing, kicking shit, his chair went flying, and then he roughly grabbed my right arm and jammed a needle into me, emptied it, then another. He tossed it on the floor, stood behind me, and I could hear him taking his clothes off, all the while he continued to yell and curse at me. He then rammed two thick fingers into my cum filled ass and what he found made him bellow even more. “THIS IS MY SISSY CUNT! DON’T YOUS FUCKING UNDERSTAND. MINES!” As he continued to now scream he used his fingers to dig, scrape, twist in my guts, and I stood up on my toes to try to get away as the pain was slicing through the drugs. Curtis now leaned over me, his breath heavy with smoke and liquor, his blood shot eyes inches from mine and his spit flew onto my face as his frustration continued, “MY CUNT. MY SISSY. YOUS WILL GET MARKED TONIGHT FOR DISOBEYING.” As he continued his rant he wrapped his left hand around my throat and with his right dug harder and deeper into my ass adding a third finger. Curtis jammed his nails and fingers into my hole, making it hurt more and more, as he continued to yell. Then with his left hand still around my throat he pulled me up off the desk, yanked his fingers out of my ass, spun me around and slapped my face hard again, making me stumble back into the desk. He lifted me up and slapped me several times more, each harder than the last, and every time I crumpled against the desk he stood me back up to slap me again. Curtis’ hand was around my throat again, squeezing harder, “YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCKING TEST ME! I BROKE MOTHA-FUCKAS BEFORE BREAKFAST IN THE ARMY AND YOUS AIN’T SEEN NOTHING YET.” I could not breathe, my hands clawed at his as he spit, screamed, and his face got so close to mine I could see my reflection in his eyes – eyes that showed he enjoyed this. Curtis then let go of me, I slumped to the floor gasping, then white hot pain lanced across my back as his leather belt felt its mark. I spun my head, anger flashing in my eyes as I saw the joy on his face, the exhilaration, and his bone hard dick dripping precum. I quickly ducked and covered my face as the buckle whizzed by, striking my back hard and I tried to scramble away on my hands and knees. “THAT’S IT RUN. RUN CUNT. SHOW WHAT A WORTHLESS SISSY YOU ARE.” The belt continued to find me and criss cross my back no matter what I did, and when I tried to curl up in a ball he kicked me in the ribs until I rolled over so he could once again whip me. The incessant ring of the phone broke Curtis from his mission and the pain of the beating he was giving me had cleared my mind and I listened over the sound of my ragged breath as he yelled into the phone, “FUCK…WHAT? YEAH MAN, I TOLD YOU. NOW’S GOOD. YOUS WHERE? AIIGHT, GIMME 5.” Curtis grabbed a handful of my hair, yanked me up, threw me back on the desk and snarled as he drove his dick into my torn ass, “YOU AND ME’S DONE FOR NOW CUNT, BUT THIS AIN’T OVER BY A FUCKING LONG SHOT.” Curtis dug his fingernails into my sides, cutting my flesh as he dicked my ass about a minute more, growled in frustration because I guess he could not cum, yanked his dick out, and stepped away from me. I stayed where I was bent over the desk, my mind becoming fuzzy again as I heard Curtis get dressed. He grabbed his keys, went out his office door, closed and locked it, and I was left alone. I didn’t dare to move as I thought it was a trick, and mentally tried to probe my body to make sure I was OK. I had taken a couple spankings as kid, my Dad even broke a yard stick once trying to spank me, but those punishments were few and far between. I was a good kid and in a fleeting flash I remembered. My name was Mikey. Keys in the door signaled Curtis’ return and all memories vanished. He laughed, “I see my sissy cunt has learned something tonight after all. Good. Nows stand up, let me look at you.” With some spit on his finger Curtis wiped away the blood that had dried on the side of my mouth, a bit on my back from his buckle, and after a quick inspection he rolled his chair back up to his desk, pulled out his leather case and nodded. I kneeled at his feet, making him smile, and even though he had just been beating me minutes before I reveled in pleasing him. Curtis filled two syringes, both dark in color this time, and I eagerly held out my arm. He then set the case on his desk, grabbed a pipe, and had me hit something new as immediately I felt dizzy and lightheaded and Curtis voice sounded like he was speaking to me through a wall. When I had finished, Curtis set the pipe back in the ashtray and instead of smiling, once again wrapped his left hand around my throat and this time he led me out of the office and down the hall, through the store and towards the THEATER, staggering as we went. The movie was on and over the sounds of the porn playing I could hear voices, loud and boisterous. We stepped into the theater and I was hit with a wave of smells, smoke from weed and pipes, and men, several sweaty and funky men. Like before when I was brought here, they were in the chairs near the back wall and close to the old couch, but as the store was closed and it was so late, these were not regular customers. Out of the smokey haze stepped the short, light skinned black guy that had fucked me through the gloryhole before. He greeted us with a big smile and open arms, “AAHH, look who it is, our own sissy cunt, I told you me and my boys would be back. I know, I know, you’re thinking its too soon. Well, if we are going to convert you right, what better time than the present.” I still did not know what he meant and was busy staring at the other men who were all sitting around drinking and smoking. They were all pretty rough looking, black, mostly around Curtis’ age it seemed, and as I watched them the light skinned guy walked over to me, touched my swelling eye, cut lip, bruised neck, and smiled as he said with joy in his voice, “Oh yes, I see what you mean. You beat this cunt up good Curtis my man. Our deal’s still on right? No limits and we got all day? Not all my boys are here yet and I promised them a taste” That can’t be right, Curtis would not do that, but he nodded, pushed me towards the light skinned guy, smiled and said, “Yep, sissy cunt is all yours until I open first thing Monday morning. If I don’t have to get out my first aid kit when I can come back, you niccas ain’t dones your jobs right.” With that Curtis left, stumbling a little as he did so, while my new host walked over to a cooler by a chair, opened it, grabbed a bottle of iced beer, walked back over to me and instead of handing it to me hauled off and slapped me. I didn’t say a word, just glared at him, he laughed and said, “Look here boys. We got us an uppity sissy cunt. Let me tell you. That hole is fresh – well I already planted my seed, but the freshest thing we’ve seen in these parts in a long time, so who’s first?” The first guy to answer was super tall and looked like he had just walked off a basketball court. He walked over to the couch, grabbed one of the cushions off, dropped it in the middle of the guys’ circle of chairs, walked over to me, looked down and said, “I got a hot charged load and its been like what, 4 or 5 days since I nutted.” He smiled, and looked so nice, and I said in a soft voice so no one else would hear, “Please – please help me.” He just laughed, grabbed my arm, led me to the cushion and pushed me down. He then got totally naked as the men sitting around us started whooping and talking shit. I started looking around frantically, suddenly needing to run when a booted foot slashed out and caught me on my chin, “Fucking cunt. You ain’t going no place.” I rubbed my chin and let the tall guy positioned me doggy style and straddle my ass. He stayed standing and bent his knees so that the head of his now hard dick was nestled in my crack. “ARCH THAT BACK, THAT’S IT, SHOW ME THAT WET PUSSY. I SAID FUCKING SHOW ME – THAT’S RIGHT, YEAH FEELIN THOSE SUGAR WALLS SMACKIN ON MY JOINT AS I SLIDE UP IN THERE, CHRIST! OH FELLAS, THIS IS GOOD SHIT, OH MY FUCKIN GOD, TAKE THIS POZ LOAD, TAKE THIS FUCKING LOAD YOU BAREBACK SISSY!!!” He dug deep into my ass and I trembled, knowing I had taken poz filled cum, just like I had for Pa and suddenly Brett and Pa flashed in my mind, but quickly vanished. As soon as he finished, the guy who kicked my chin with his boot grabbed my upper arm and started dragging me along the floor closer to the movie screen, away from his crew. I managed to get my feet under me and stumble after him until we reached the far corner, deep in the shadows created by the movie screen, but under one of the speakers, so the sounds of a woman being ram fucked were almost deafening. Before he even said a word he began slapping my face hard with one hand, then the other, “I see Curtis treated you right. You like that, huh? The only thing a white cunt deserves is superior black dick. You like that, huh? Get on your fucking knees, open that mouth, let me gag the fag.” My spit rolled out of my mouth as he drove his dick down my throat, when it was good and wet he pulled me up, slammed my head into the wall making a little cut, roughly fingered my hole, then angled his dick in. He was not as thick or as long as the last guy, but he made up for it in roughness. “Is that all you got?” I hoarsely whispered as he tightened his grip around my throat. That just pissed him off and he fucked me rougher and harder and when his nutt started to flow he screamed, “FUCKING AIDS CUNT, THAT’S ALL YOU IS, A FUCKING AIDS CUNT.” He then pulled his dick out of my ass, slammed my head against the wall one more time, and stomped back to his friends. I was still standing in the corner, a bit dazed and confused, when another guy from the group walked over, handed me a joint, and told me to hit it easy as it was laced good. I didn’t listen and in my anger and frustration inhaled as deep and hard as I could and almost passed out. He laughed, caught me, grabbed the joint and eased me to the floor as he held the lit joint between his lips. “You all right? Yeah, you’ll be OK. Come on Mary, get up, time to get that pussy beat down.” Who the fuck was Mary? What was he talking about. I stumbled into the wall as I stood up, turned around, leaned against the wall and with both hands spread my cheeks apart. I looked back, eager for be fucked again, and smiled when he set the joint between his teeth, unzipped his fly and let me feel his growing dick. As he worked his dick in my ass, I reached out and found his left hand, and brought it up to my neck. The warmth, the pressure, the force entering my hole, I was in full on bliss. His first thrust was nothing, but the next I moaned in pure joy and pushed my ass back silently begging for more. I placed my hand over his on my neck and squeezed, encouraging him to take charge, to fuck me like the drugged up sissy cunt I was. Every rape thrust of his dick, dropped hot ash on my back from his joint, making me cry and wince and flinch as the pain mingled with my need to be fucked by raw dick. I had taken poz cum, I needed more, I wanted to be infected now. That’s all that mattered. He finished too soon for me, but released me and I followed him back to the group like a lost puppy. Instinctively I lay down on the couch cushion in the middle of the group, lifted my legs, held my ankles back and apart and offered up my cum filled ass. The light skinned guy who had fucked me in the booths and another guy knelt down on either side of me and I paid no attention to what they were saying or doing and zoned out, silently pleading for more raw dick. THE PRESSURE OF THE DUCT TAPE THEY HAD USED TO BIND MY RIGHT WRIST TO MY RIGHT LEG AND LEFT WRIST TO MY LEFT LEG FELT REASSURING SOMEHOW. SOMEONE ASKED ME IF I WANTED A SMOKE AND I WAS ROCKED INTO A SEMI-SITTING POSITION TO HIT ANOTHER LACED JOINT BEFORE THEY SLAMMED ME BACK. THERE I WAS, IN A PORN THEATER SURROUNDED BY A GROUP OF DRUNK, AIDS FILLED MEN, TRUSSED UP LIKE A FUCKING CHRISTMAS GOOSE. MY PINK HOLE GAPED AND WINKED AND AS POZ CUM LEAKED OUT OF MY HOLE A BLACK HAND SLAPPED MY FACE MAKING SURE I KNEW I WAS NOT DONE BLEEDING OR BEING BRUISED AND USED DURING THIS CONVERSION PARTY. THE NEXT BIG, BLACK, RAW DICK LINED UP AT ME HOLE, SLAMMED BALLS DEEP, AND FUCKED ME LIKE THE SISSY CUNT THAT I WAS. YES, THAT WAS MY NAME – SISSY CUNT. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 7: Harold’s Wrath **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Part 8: At the Gym Michael: Michael didn’t leave the house for the whole weekend. And it was a week and a half before he dragged himself back the gym. He body was looking…. well, not flabby exactly, just not as toned as he liked. And whatever had started on Halloween was still going on. He might as well be invisible. He hadn’t picked up someone in a bar in weeks. He and Seb had met several times now. Each time Seb’s insatiable ass milked him. Taking load after load. Until his balls were dry. Michael was always so worn out after their hookups. He always slept well. He couldn’t believe he had ever thought Seb was older than him. The other man was at least a couple years younger than Michael himself. He was truly beautiful and Michael found himself dreaming about him when they weren’t together. Michael threw his street clothes in the gym locker and pulled on his shorts and a tee. God he really didn’t want to do this. But he didn’t want to lose any more muscle either. The gym was busy so he started with the free weights. Curls first he decided. “Haven’t seen you around in a while, Christian.” A deep voice said behind him. “Hey David.” Michael grunted. He continued his workout without turning. David always called him by his last name in some false sense of intimacy. The personal trainer stepped around in front of him. His eyes surveying. “Looks like you’ve been letting yourself get a bit soft around the middle.” Michael didn’t reply. No point in encouraging the bastard. He hadn’t worked out in a few days but he wasn’t “soft in the middle”. David: David let his eyes roll over Michael Christian’s body. It was true — the other man had been slacking off his workout — even if he was mostly just trying to get under Michael’s skin. When they first met, David had thought Michael was about his age — he had been surprised to find the other man was several years older. Had they met for the first time today, however, he would have guessed Michael was at least 30. To be fair, though, he still looked pretty damn good. “Tell you what. I don’t have any clients today. Why don’t I give you a free session?” “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine. Just been too busy.” “Hey, it’s no problem at all.” Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.” From the day they had met, months ago, there had been a struggle. A tug of war. Michael was the man everyone lasted after, the man everyone wanted. And David was determined to topple him. To supplant him as the top of the tops (so to speak). It was that simple. David had always been competitive. He liked to win. And now, as always, he was determined to do so. Michael: Forty-five minutes later, Michael was drenched in sweat. David was pulling no punches on this workout and pushing him hard. He was on his third round of squats. His body ached. His legs and glutes sore. Stretched. Taut. Michael glanced at the personal trainer. The other man was not looking at his face. No. His eyes were glued firmly on Michael’s ass. After a moment, David pulled his eyes away and gave Michael a smile. No chagrin there at all. “Not bad, Christian. Let’s finish up with the bench press.” Michael wasn’t sure if David was complimenting his workout or his ass. For some reason he didn’t seem to mind David checking out his ass for once. It was nice not to just have everyone’s eyes brushing by him. They walked over to the bench and Michael stretched out while David added weight to the bar. “Let’s start with this. I’ve seen you lift more but you’ve been off your workout for awhile. We can add or take away weight if needed.” Michael nodded. He reached up to grab the bar… And his breath caught in his throat. David was positioned to spot the bar and, from this angle, Michael could see up the leg of the personal trainer’s workout shorts. The other man was not wearing underwear. His cock hung loose inside the trunks and Michael had a clear view. Michael lifted the bar and tried to look anywhere else. He was close enough that he could smell the other man. Masculine but sweet. Strong. Reassuring. He inhaled. Savouring David’s scent. The first set finished and David added more weight for the second set. Michael was struggling. Maybe David was right, maybe he was slacking off his workout too much. He needed to stay focused. The last thing he wanted was to look weak in front of David. The bastard was too cheeky already. But Michael’s eyes had a mind of their own. Admiring the personal trainer’s well formed thighs. Following the view up into the leg of the shorts. To the big cock staring back at him. A cock as big as his own. And, to Michael’s embarrassment, his own cock was getting harder the more he looked up David’s crotch. “Come on, Christian. Stay focused on the weight.” Michael tried not look at the face above him. The smile on the lips. Oh yes, David had noticed the bulge growing in Michael’s shorts. “Nine. Ten.” The trainer counted. His hands hovered on the barbell now as Michael strained harder. “Come on, give me two more.” Michael’s arms were aching. He struggled to push the weight up… but it was no good. His arm was giving under the weight. David’s reaction was almost instant. His arms bulged as he lifted the barbell back to the the rack and stepped away. His eyes focused on Michael’s. Michael rolled off the bench and picked up his towel. “That was a great workout. Thanks.” “No problem, Christian. We should workout again sometime.” The personal trainer leaned forward. Whispering. “Something more private.” “Hey man, you know we’re both tops.” David just smiled. That smile. That fucking arrogant smile. “Sure, man. Whatever you say. But you know where to find me.” He turned and walked away. Michael cursed under his breath. His arms were aching… his whole body was. David had not held back on that workout even though it was a freebie. He headed through the locker room but didn’t turn into the showers. He threw his workout gear into the locker and grabbed his towel. Just a few minutes in the steam room. That’s what he needed. Despite the thick steam, Michael could see that the small room was empty. He sat on the white bench, draped his towel around his lap, and closed his eyes. Yes. This was exactly what was needed. Steam. Heat. Quiet. He felt his aching muscles begin to relax. The door opened and Michael opened one eye enough to look. Oh fuck. The tall, lean form that entered was silhouetted by the light outside. But Michael recognised him immediately. David. There was no mistaking that body or the cocky way the younger guy stood, his towel wrapped low on his hips. David: The personal trainer hadn’t expected anyone to be in the steam room right now. Let alone Michael. Something had happened during that workout. He was sure of it. He had seen the other man staring at his crotch… and get hard as a result. But Michael Christian was a total top… wasn’t he? No. He hadn’t expected this. But he wasn’t about to let this moment pass unfulfilled. It felt like there was unfinished business now. The other man was looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He closed the door and sat directly opposite his rival. Michael: Michael tried to ignore the other man but again his eyes betrayed him. David’s legs were parted enough that he could see under the towel. That big dick swelling slightly in the heat. Those heavy balls hanging between the toned thighs. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t even notice that he was licking his lips. The personal trainer adjusted himself under his towel. But then left his hand on his cock. The cock that Michael was so fascinated by. The hand slowly stroking it. Michael didn’t touch his own cock but it was getting hard again. In the back of his mind something nagged at him. He was gay, true, but he was a top. Why was he so fixated on the other man’s cock? But he was barely aware of that nagging voice. He was fixated on David’s cock. Big. Hard now. Was it slightly larger than his own? He wasn’t sure. For the first time, he wondered how it would taste. David’s eyes still locked on Michael. His hand raised, curling his fingers. Beaconing. Michael barely noticed his body slide off the bench until he was on his knees before the personal trainer. He forced his eyes to raise from the other man’s cock. Up his body. That beautifully formed body. Sweat trickling down the abs. The strong chest. Those small, pert nipples. To his face. David’s eyes drilled into him. A mixture of surprise, lust, and expectation. Michael looked back down at the other man’s crotch. At the bulge pushing at the towel. His hands were trembling as he pulled the towel away. The cock, exposed now, just inches from his face. The smell of a man, of sex, so intoxicating. He felt his back bend like he was sleepwalking. His head lowered. His lips parted. And, for the first time ever, a cock slipped into Michael Christian’s mouth. The taste filled Michael’s mouth as he wrapped his tongue around the head. Salty yet sweet. The aroma was overwhelming. Something totally new for him. Musky and masculine. Thrilling. Intoxicating. His lips wrapped around the cock. His lips sliding down the shaft. He wanted more. David: David watched his cock slide into his rival’s mouth. Stunned. Maybe he always knew this rivalry would end this way. With one of them surrendering to the other. But he had not expected today to be that day. The reality of the moment was so different than the fantasy. So much better. Michael was worshipping his dick. He had won! The rivalry was over. He had broken the great Michael Christian. He only wished someone would walk in. Someone who could spread the word about this moment. Even without a witness though, the torch had passed. Michael would always know that he, David, had won. David raised his hands. Wrapping around the head in his lap. Gripping the hair. Pulling him down. Pushing his cock deeper into the hot mouth. “So I guess your rep as a ‘total top’ is bullshit.” He couldn’t help laughing in his victory. “You’re just another cocksucker, aren’t you?” He pushed Michael’s head down further. Hitting the back of the other man’s throat. Making him gag. He laughed again. The mouth working his dick was inexperienced. Uncertain. Clumsy. But David had never enjoyed getting a blowjob more. “I asked you a question, slut. Tell me what you are.” Michael: Michael let the cock slide from his mouth. Reluctantly. Sweat was dripping from his face. The heat of the steam or just the lust that consumed him? David’s fingers were wrapped around his chin. Pulling his face up. Eye contact. Shame flooded through him. What was he doing? Why was he sucking a cock? He had never done this before. Why now? And why with David? And why was his own dick so hard? But a word formed itself in his mouth. “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes. I’m just a cocksucker.” And it was true. He was. He had sucked a cock. And, even more importantly, he liked it. And David knew it. Michael knew things would never be the same. Not between him and David. Or the other men who had once been able to bend around his little finger. In this room, something had changed for him. “You want it again, don’t you.” David didn’t wait for a reply. “Beg for it. Beg to suck my cock.” Michael wanted to get up, to move away. But his legs would’t move. He stayed on his knees. Kneeling before the other man. His lips moving again, as if of their own accord. “Please…” His voice was weak. Grovelling. It made him feel sick. But he didn’t stop. “…. please let me suck your cock. I want to taste it again.” “Damn. You are a cock hungry bitch aren’t you? What would your friends say if they could see you now? Begging for my cock? The great and arrogant ‘top’ Michael Christian on his knees sucking dick. There’s a first time for everything, right? Fine. Open your mouth. And you had better go all the way down this time, cocksucker.” Michael didn’t argue. He bent forward and took the cock back into his mouth. David’s hands were back on his head. Pushing him down. He fought the gag reflex. And failed. Again. And again. Saliva dripped from his mouth. Coating his chin. Mucous was dripping from his nose. But David persisted. Pushing deeper with each thrust. Like a man possessed. Michael gave up trying to control the invasion. Succumbing. Surrendering. Letting the younger man fuck his mouth. And the cock slipped past his mouth. Into his throat. He could barely breath. But he didn’t - he couldn’t - resist. “Yeah, you cocksucker. Work that dick. I’m close.” The personal trainer moaned. Another thrust. Wild. Demanding. Another. Then the hands on his head pushed him down until his face was buried in the other man’s bush. Balls deep. And the cock erupted. Firing volley after volley. Flooding his throat. Down into his stomach. Michael couldn’t breath. His face was turning red. His vision blurring. He pushed against David’s thighs. Trying to get the cock out of his throat. Struggling frantically. But the personal trainer held him in place. Desperation. His struggles fading. His arms collapsing. His body yielding… And finally David let him slide back. Let him slide the cock from his throat. Let him breath. But he kept the head of his dick in Michael’s mouth. Still dripping. Still filling Michael’s mouth with the taste of his seed. Still savouring his victory. Finally the personal trainer pushed him roughly back, off his cock, and stood. “Thanks cocksucker. Not too bad for a first time.” David glanced down. “Well…. I guess you enjoyed it as much as I did.” The floor in front of Michael was sprayed with his creamy load. He had come while sucking cock. He hadn’t even noticed. “Clean that mess up.” David ordered. “I better not hear about the cleaners having to deal with it.” And he turned and walked out without waiting for another word. Michael was still on his knees, the taste of cum in his mouth. The aroma of David’s crotch still coating his face. Without thinking, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the cum. What had just happened? Why had he done that? His breath was ragged. He needed cool air. But he waited several minutes. He didn’t want to face David again. He couldn’t. He didn’t even shower. Just threw his clothes on and raced out of the gym.

As Skinhead left, I noticed that there was bunch of men all standing at the open doorway. I assume they must have heard the action in our stall. Will and Stefan were standing at the back of the guys. Both had an expression of lust on their faces but Stefan especially looked like he was so proud of Artur. Will later told me that there were peep holes in the stall walls. He, Artur and several men had watched as Skinhead bred us both. Will said Skinhead was a local and had an infamous reputation. I didn't know what Will meant by infamous and he wouldn't elaborate when I asked. It wasn't comfortable lying with my back on top of Artur's front so I started to get off. Before I had a chance to do so, the guys at the doorway walked in to the stall. One guy aged around 30 already had his cock out and it was rock solid. His cock was about six inches long but fairly fat. He was cut which was not common here in Amsterdam it seemed. He stood at the foot of the sling immediately in front of our two exposed asses which were now dripping with Skinhead's seed. He slid full length into me in one hard quick thrust and I knew he hadn't had time to rubber up. Fuck, it felt so good! I moaned in disappointment as he pulled his cock out of me but in the next second he rammed it back in, balls deep. As he hammered my ass, I remember thinking I was so born to take the raw cock and seed from any and every man who wanted me and I would never stop doing so. I was shocked and at the same time turned on by this realisation. Not for the first time, I wondered what Will had turned me into. After maybe two minutes, the guy pulled his cock completely out my ass, not having shot. Artur then started groaning and it was clear the cock was now entering his ass. The guy bent over and kissed me in a dirty raunchy manner as he was breeding Artur's ass. I heard shouts from the guys encouraging him to shoot into the “darker guy's ass” and “breed him”. The same voices then spoke in Dutch and German, presumably repeating the same request. It took me a few seconds before I realised that it was Will and Stefan's voices. Whether it was their encouragement or not to breed Artur, the guy's fucking got harder and faster and all of a sudden he screamed into my face “.......I am shooting my seed into your boyfriend and breeding him up...”. (Little did he know, that Artur was not my boyfriend.) He wasn't finished yet though and proceeded to hammer Artur's ass for maybe another five minutes or so before he pulled out, turned around and walked out. Not one word of thanks or 'that was good guys'. I could see another guy was moving in to have a go but I knew I had to get up. I was uncomfortable so it must have been so bad for poor Artur underneath me. As I got onto my feet the guy didn't waste any time before he was balls deep in Artur. I looked around to see his cock pull out and he was also raw. The guy was maybe 45 and had about a seven incher. Another guy moved to the head of the sling and pushed his cock into Artur's face. His cock was about seven inches but had a bend in it facing left. It was such a turn on to see Artur sucking on one cock whilst another one was breeding his ass. So many men came into the stall there wasn't much room to move around. Eventually, the guy started making fast breathing sounds and had a look of ecstasy on his face, almost an agony sort of look, and it was clear that Artur was getting another load of seed. When he pulled out, yet another guy moved between Artur's legs. He started to pull a condom onto what looked like an eight inch cock. A hand stopped him and when I looked up it was Stefan who told the guy “no condom”. Stefan told the guy that that Artur was his boyfriend and it was raw or nothing. The guy was clearly conflicted. He came to a decision and said “OK, your choice”. With that he pushed his raw cock into Artur. Whether it was the fact he was raw or not I don't know but he lasted only about 30 seconds before shooting his load balls deep in to Artur's ass. He quickly pulled out looking like he regretted going raw and he left the stall just as quick as he had shot. Seed was dripping out of Artur and pooling on the floor. I bent over and as I was licking up the seed from the floor, some guy pushed his cock into my ass. I wont bore you guys with the same details as essentially for the next 45 or 50 minutes guys after guy bred Artur and I. We were exhausted by the time Will and Stefan broke it up and took us upstairs for a drink and rest. I could feel the seed leaking from my ass and knew the wet patch on my pants would be bigger than before. As we stood drinking I noticed a good number of men nod and wink at each other whilst saying something to each other about Artur and I.

Good for you. Sounds like it was hot. You should seriously look into PreP if you want to stay negative and seek out Undetectable guys.

i want to be the sluty boy... someone want to be my good daddy?

Part 6: Draining Michael: Michael sat, alone. His fingers tapping the desk. In the three weeks since Halloween, since that late night encounter in the park, he had not hooked up once. On Halloween night he told himself it was just a fluke. For a few days after that, he convinced himself it was just a dry spell. Now he was worried. Tonight, again, he had sat alone in a club and not one man had tried to catch his eye. Hell, as far as he could tell not one man had given him more than a glance. And he was horny. Well. He was always horny. But he seemed even more so recently. It had taken a few days but he had managed to drag himself back into the gym. But he was just going through the motions. He just didn’t seem to have much energy. He stood. Walked into the bedroom and opened the dresser by the bed. He pulled out the scrap of paper. The paper with a phone number written on it. Seb’s number. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about calling. But he was horny tonight. Very horny. He picked up the phone. Dialled. Listened to the phone ring at the other end. Again. Again. He was about to hang up when the line picked up. “Hello?” “Hey, Seb. This is Michael. From… um.. from Halloween.” “Michael. Good to hear from you. I was just thinking of you.” “Just wondering what you are up to tonight.” “Not much. Looking for mischief.” “Mischief sounds fun. Come over, we can make some.” “Give me your address.” Michael did. After he hung up, he sat on the bed looking at the phone. The truth was he wasn’t that excited to hook up with Seb again. And he wasn’t sure why. The guy had given what was probably the best blowjob Michael had ever received. And Michael had face-fucked too many guys to count. But if Michael had not been so horny, and Seb had not been so clear about wanting to get fucked, Michael would not have called. Twenty minutes later and the doorbell rang. Michael took a deep sigh, put on his best smile, and opened the door. Seb slipped inside. The door was barely closed and Seb had his lips pressed to Michael’s. Despite his reluctance for the encounter, Michael found himself kissing back. His tongue parting the other man’s lips and into his mouth. Tongues intertwining. Cocks hard. Shirts tossed. Belts unfastened. Jeans discarded. Bodies together. Hands groping. Breath ragged. Both men were only in their underwear. Seb gently pushed Michael back to lean against a wall, then slowly dropped to his knees. His lips now focused on the bulge in Michael’s briefs. Michael looked down at the other man, so focused on his cock, and - for the first time in weeks - felt almost like his normal self. Michael watched as the other man, clad only in a black jockstrap, worshipped his dick. Seb’s mouth caressed the hard cock. His tongue tracing it’s shape. His saliva seeping through the thin fabric of the briefs. His fingers sliding them down and off. His mouth returning to the hard cock. His hot, wet mouth engulfing the head. Fuck! This felt so good. But Michael was not looking for another blow job. He reached down and pulled the older man up and turned him towards the bedroom. Seb did not protest. Their lips found each other again. Bodies sinking down to the bed. Michael on his back. His dick - hard, aching - like a dagger growing from his crotch. Seb straddled Michael’s hips. A knee to either side. His ass sinking slowly. His hole touching the tip of the cock beneath him. His eyes locked with Michael’s. And he slowly slid down. Impaling himself. Michael smiled. The slut hadn’t even mentioned a condom. Michael didn’t care; he needed this fuck. His eyes rolled back in his head. Seb’s tight ring gripped him as it descended. He had fucked raw before — it was the bottom’s job to take reasonable precautions after all. And, truth be told, Seb’s ass was amazing. The last thing Michael wanted was the condom blocking this sensation. Seb slid up and down on the hard shaft. Slowly sinking deeper each time he descended. His hole flexed, sending shivers of pleasure through Michael’s body. His eyes looked on Michael’s face, his every expression. Speeding up his motions to increase intensity and then slowing to prolong Michael’s pleasure. Michael felt his groin press against the older man’s groin. The bastard had taken all 10 inches without breaking a sweat and didn’t even pause for a breath. Seb still hovered above and rode Michael’s cock at his own pace. Michael wanted to shift position, to get control of the situation. To get Seb on all fours so he could mount him and remind him who was top. But he could’t seem to get the leverage. Or even bring himself to say anything. So he was trapped, barely able to move, while the other man rode him at his own pace and in near complete control of the fuck. The best Michael could manage was to grip the other’s hips to try to control the pace. Michael hadn’t been in another man’s ass in weeks. He wanted to cum. But Seb kept slowing down every time he got close. It was so frustrating. But Michael couldn’t really complain. Seb’s hole was as talented as his throat had been in the park toilet. And he knew how to work Michael’s cock. The motions, the sensations, the rhythms became almost hypnotic. Seb moving up and down. Michael’s cock sliding in and out. Pressure to cum building, then ebbing, then building. But every second sent new pleasures reverberating through Michael’s body. And still they fucked. Michael’s muscles relaxed even as the sensations continued. Their eyes were locked and Michael couldn’t bring himself to look away. He didn’t even notice himself stop trying to roll Seb over onto all fours. Time had no meaning. Just his cock, the other man’s hole, the euphoria, and the eyes. Michael didn’t even notice as his muscles tightened, as his balls drew up, as his breath grew ragged, as his hands instinctively clenched. Then his dick erupted inside the ravenous hole. As the first wave of his orgasm hit, he was suddenly aware of everything again. His hips bucked up to drive his cock deeper. Wave after wave. His cum gushing. Three weeks worth of sexual frustration poured out into the tight hole. Filling it, making it slick. Michael’s body shuddered. Every nerve in his body tingled. His muscles reverberated as if an explosion had been set off in a confined space. His mouth open in a silent moan. His muscles so tight they were cramping. Then, suddenly, relaxed. He sank bank into the bed. Unable to move. Exhausted. Drained. But Seb didn’t stop. The older man kept riding. Not letting Michael’s cock grow soft. Working his hole up and down the shaft. Shifting in subtle ways. Slightly different positions. His hole clenching one moment — gripping tight - and the next relaxed and open. Sinking balls deep, raising just off the tip. Back down. Again and again. Always in control. Always controlling every motion. Michael’s cock was feeling sore. He wanted to stop but couldn’t seem to form the words. And so the fuck continued. Michael felt the frenzy building this time. He was going to cum again. Building. Building. Building. And then…. Rapture. If anything his second orgasm was more intense than his first. He ached. Every muscle screaming for this to stop. His cock sore from the friction. Had he been able to think, perhaps he would have wondered why he was so drained after only cumming twice. Just a few months ago he had hooked up with a hot Aussie couple and had fucked each of them three or four times. But the thought never even occurred to him. And still Seb didn’t stop. Still riding. Still working. Determined. Merciless. His attention focused on Michael like a laser. Michael managed to glance at the clock. Oh fuck. They had been going non-stop for nearly two and a half hours. His cock ached, the skin raw. Every time Seb moved it was waves of pain now that shuddered around his body. A strange sound filled the room. A low moan. Whining. Wretched. Pathetic. With effort, Michael looked around but there were only the two of them there. And it wasn’t coming from Seb. No. It was coming from somewhere deep within himself. No! It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t make a sound like that. But he was. Seb was still watching him. Smiling. But there was something venomous in that smile. Something triumphant. “Give me what I want.” Seb said. The first words either of them had said in hours. “Succumb. Surrender.” Michael couldn’t reply. He just looked up with that pitiful moan still emanating from within him. “Can you feel it?” Seb asked without pausing his motions. “Can you feel yourself ebbing? Fading? Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you just want to submit to it. Find where it leads you? A whole new experience for you?” And Michael could feel it. The room was dimming. His vision growing dark. But his cock still hard. Rearing towards another orgasm. Oh fuck. Almost there again. Oh. Fuck! So close. OH! FUCK! Here it comes! Michael never even felt his dick erupt for the third time. The darkness descended. He never felt his cum erupt over and over again. And over. And over.

Got fucked by a guy from Craigslist tonight. Anon. If I had to guess, his cock was about 7" or so. Didn't get a good look at his face, but probably in his 20s or 30s. I think he was latino. After about 10 minutes of him fucking me, he started going pretty fast, then whispered "I'm gonna cum..." and he came in my ass. He had a big load, I could feel how wet it was. He fucked me a bit with his cum-pumping cock and then pulled out when he was done loading me up. I dressed and left. I walked out of his apartment with my ass wet with his cum, even after wiping some of it off, I was soaked with it. What a great fuck he gave me. We said all of 4 words to each other. Don't know the first thing about him. Hope maybe he'll want to do it again someday. Fucking hot.

I've never gotten enough. My second Cumunion event I was thoroughly used in a sling by I'm not sure how many guys, I was hooded and never saw a single one. After things slowed down in the sling room, my hole was sore, gaping, and cum was trickling out no matter how hard I clinched down. I got of the sling, went to my room for the night, but half an hour later I was in a different section of resort, in a dark room, with yet another cock pounding me. Even with a raw, aching, gaping hole, I needed more.

Part 1: A Seance for Halloween Viktor: “Oh come on. What are you two afraid of?” Viktor laughed. Scott was scowling but Viktor found the expression almost comical on that pretty face. But he looked to Michael for a decision. He always did. Scott’s dark hair was arrayed playfully above his seductive blue-grey eyes. His square jaw covered with stubble that was always just over a one day growth… but never a beard. Tonight he wore a grey t-shirt with a couple buttons at the collar. Buttons that had been carefully left unfastened allowing a tantalising glimpse of his muscular chest. Yes. Scott was a handsome man… strange then that he had set himself firmly in Michael Christian’s orbit. To be near Michael was to be in his shadow. His entourage. Looking at Michael your eyes never knew where to land. His blond hair cascading over his forehead led you to his eyes. Blue eyes. Blue like a clear sky just before dusk. Smooth kissable lips. Cheekbones you would swear you could swing from and an angular jaw that guided your eyes down to his chest. His body relentless perfection. Tall, strong, tanned, toned. But no one part overpowering the rest. Everything in balance. He was 28 years old but was often mistaken for younger. And his cock. Oh fuck yes! His cock. Michael had a truly impressive member. 10 inches, uncut, and thick. A cock that Michael, a total top who wouldn’t even suck a dick, enjoyed using and using often. Michael had fucked every beautiful man who had measured up to his high standards. Except Scott of course. Viktor liked to tease Scott about it. How big the cock was. How great it felt inside his ass. Not that Viktor had felt it in awhile. Viktor had given himself completely to Michael. And Michael had used him until he grew bored then moved on. And that, perhaps, was what had led to this night. Michael sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” “Excellent. It is Halloween. We must have seance!” Viktor’s Romanian accent was strong, off putting to some, but he liked how it set him apart. It had brought him some resentment and persecution from time to time… but it made him exotic to others. He even played it up when it suited him. Like now. He lit the three candles he had waiting on his small round coffee table. He had made the candles himself. Just the way he had been taught. While he was lighting the candles he carefully pricked his finger on the sewing needle he had tucked under one of the candles. He made sure he stood in a way that the other two men could not see what he was doing and dropped a single drop of blood into the flame on each candle. Nana had always said that black magic need blood to target properly. A precise process to obtain the precise result he wanted. He turned of the lights; the room fell dark except for the three candles. He gestured for Michael and Scott to join him on the floor. The three men each sat facing each other around the small coffee table with the three candles in the middle. “We must to hold hands.” Viktor said. Scott: Scott sighed. He really didn’t want to hold Viktor’s hand but took it. Best just to get this over with. It was Halloween and Scott just wanted to get to the club: a club where friends were waiting and - more importantly - a club that was surely already pulsing with sweaty muscular men grinding away with each other under the influence of massive amounts of alcohol. No one would be wearing costumes, it wasn’t that kind of club. In fact, the guys would be wearing as little as possible. Scott had never liked Viktor. But then, to be fair, he never liked any of Michael’s tricks. Viktor had caught Michael’s eye in a club six months ago and Michael had fucked him a few times. That should have been the end of it… but Viktor had somehow managed to worm his way into their small group of friends despite Scott’s best efforts. ‘The trick that won’t go away’ as Scott called him. It wasn’t that Viktor was ugly. Far from it. You didn’t get attention from Michael Christian by being ugly. A model, Viktor had the lean build of a swimmer. His hair was just long enough to be unruly without being truly unkempt. His lips full and wide. His face smooth — perhaps a touch androgynous — the small scattering of moles on his left cheek only emphasised the allure. He carried himself in such a way that, when you first met him, you might think him naive. Until you looked in his eyes. Viktor’s eyes were not quite amber, not quite brown. But were piercing, cold, and calculating. There was nothing innocent in those eyes. Scott had thought about his reaction to Viktor. No. It wasn’t his looks. Scott didn’t like Viktor because he guarded their little circle of friends jealously. Or, truth be told, he guarded Michael jealously. Viktor had latched on to Michael but for Michael it had only been sex. After the novelty wore off, he had grown bored. He had long since moved on in the seemingly endless succession of beautiful men who tumbled into his bed. Not that Scott had ever been one of those men. He and Michael had never “hooked up”. Michael always said he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. The only glimpse of Michael’s infamous cock was sneaking glances in the showers at the gym. Michael: Michael hid a smile and watched Scott take Viktor’s hand reluctantly. Part of the reason he let Viktor hang around was to watch him annoy Scott. Michael liked Scott. He was a great guy and probably his best friend… but it was so fun to watch Scott get frustrated. He knew that Scott wanted him, idealised him. Yet he had always resisted. Sure, Scott was a hot piece of ass. But a hot piece of ass that wouldn’t want to be just a one night stand. Michael really did value Scott’s friendship but he didn’t love him. He would never be able to give Scott what he really wanted. Fucking him would kill their friendship. So he kept his friend close. But always at arm’s distance. Viktor had closed his eyes and was chanting. “Spirits of the underworld. Hear my voice. …” He continued on and on but Michael wasn’t really paying too much attention. Nothing was happening, of course. This kind of thing was just a bunch of superstition. A collection of old wives tales and fairy tales used to keep children in line. Michael had thought it might be fun (after all, it was Halloween) but he was starting to regret his decision. After a few minutes, Viktor opened his eyes. “I think is better if I do in Romanian. I can do just like my Nana taught me.” He didn’t wait for a reply. He simply closed his eyes and resumed his chanting, this time in Romanian. Michael listed to the unknown language rolling off Viktor’s tongue and wondered absently what he was saying. Viktor: Viktor began the ceremony for real now. This was, of course, not a mere seance. But he had no intention for the other two men to know that. Despite having spent so much time with his Nana, watching her and learning the old ways, he was nervous. He had never done anything like what he was about to do. He wasn’t sure Nana would have approved. ”Spiritele din lumea interlopa, auzi glasul meu. Deschis de văl între lumi, alaturi de noi aici.” (Spirits of the underworld, hear my voice. Open the veil between worlds, join us here.) “Deschideţi porţile iadului. Trimite-mi care zboara, cunoscut ca Zburător.” (Open the gates of hell. Send me He Who Flies, known as Zburător.) He continued for several minutes, rambling on. Nothing was happening. He was sure he was doing this right…. what was wrong? Michael: Michael shivered. The room had gradually grown darker, colder. Odd. He hadn’t seen Viktor turn down the heat. He was feeling a little light headed. He wondered if Viktor had put some sort of drug in the candles that they were breathing in as the candles burned. He wouldn’t put it past the dumbass. He wondered again what Viktor was droning on about. This had long since lost its appeal. Viktor: Viktor’s voice raised slightly. He was pleading now. He knew he was out of his depth but this had to work… he had studied and prepared for this night for so long. “Da-mi un semn ca esti aici.” (Give me a sign that you are here.) He felt something and his breath caught in his chest. He had been touched between the shoulder blades by a finger. A finger as cold as ice. Oh fuck. It had worked. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or terrified. Both. “Am fost nedreptățit. Acest om mi- a folosit și aruncat pe mine deoparte.” (I have been wronged. This man has used me and then thrown me aside.) He tilted his head slightly, almost imperceptibly, to Michael. “Ajutoare mă în obținerea răzbunare mea. Luați departe ceea ce el comori mai presus de toate: Predominanța. Vointa. Rezolva.” (Aid me in my revenge. Take away what he treasures over all: Dominance. Will. Resolve.) “Celălalt mă tratează cu dispreț. La departe ura lui și înlocuiți-l cu pofta. Dă -mi-l. Pentru a satisface dorințele mele.” (The other treats me with contempt. Take his hatred and replace it with lust. Give him to me. To satisfy my desires.) He nodded slightly towards Scott. “Știu că există un cost. Voi plăti costul de bunăvoie. Vei face cum am întrebat? Dă-mi un semn.” (I know there is a cost. I will pay it willingly. Will you do as I have asked? Give me a sign.) Viktor felt the icy touch on his back move. It slowly traced down his spine coming to rest just above his buttocks. He felt cold air on his ear, cold like death. A whisper so quiet no one else could hear. “Este dat.” (It is given.) Viktor smiled. “Contractul a fost făcut.” (The contract is made.) Scott: Scott was trying not to cough. The smoke from these candles was getting to him. Making his throat burn. Viktor’s eyes were still closed but he said, in english. “Repeat after me….The contract is made.” Contract? What contract? Scott looked to Michael but his friend just shrugged. Eager to end this nonsense, however, they repeated the phrase. “The contract is made.” Scott could see that Michael was out of patience. Excellent. He would put a fast stop to this now and they could get to the club. “Ok… we go to club now.” Viktor smiled and was already standing up. Scott stood up. “Wait. That was it? What a fucking waste of time.” Viktor just smiled. “Time will tell. Time will tell.”

Ugly daddies usually have the best loads and are the best breeders..

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…

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

Speaking of annoying: the worst bottoms are those that don't clean out properly. Had to throw one out last week. No. no. no

We wandered around the basement, but couldn't see Stefan and Artur. Will said they were probably in a stall or the dark room and, if he knew Stefan, he'd have some guy or guys breeding Artur. As we both fancied another drink, we went upstairs to find Stefan and Artur in the bar. In English, presumably so Artur couldn't understand, Will said he was surprised that they were not in the basement getting Artur bred. Stefan said that Artur was freaked and wouldn't let anyone breed him. I could see the disappointment in his face and it was clear that he got off sharing his boyfriend's asses as much as Will does. Will was sympathetic and said it will take more time but he was sure Artur would come around as he had after all taken our loads earlier. Stefan said he hoped so. After finishing another round of beers, Will spoke in German to Artur, who hesitated and then followed Will downstairs. I must admit I felt a twinge of jealousy as I wondered if Will was going to breed Artur and kiss him. I saw an opportunity though to ask Stefan about Will. He was open and appeared to be honest. He told me that he had known Will 20 years. Will and Stefan had never fucked safe. I asked about Will's previous boyfriends and how long the relationships had lasted. Apparently, Will had had two serious relationships each lasting a number of years, but I was the first he had lived with. Stefan said that I was by far the youngest boyfriend Will had ever had as they were usually nearer Will's age. I was worried about that last revelation, and wondered whether it meant I was just a short term breeding fling. I asked why Will's previous relationships had broken up and Stefan replied it was always for the same reasons. I was filled with dread, before he went on to say that Will's boyfriends got tired of Will sharing their asses out to other guys. He said they wanted Will all to themselves. My face must have shown some expression of concern, as Stefan bent over and kissed my lightly. He said that Will had told him that he had fallen for me big time and he had never felt the same way about anyone else. I looked at Stefan and didn't detect any bullshit. Stefan said for me not to worry and that our conversation had never happened. Stefan asked if I wanted to do something that would turn Will on, so of course I said yes. He told me to wait there and he went over the the bar and spoke to the barkeep. When he came back I saw that he had a permanent marker pen. Stefan told me to join him in the corner so the guys couldn't see what was happening. As I followed him I felt intrigued. Stefan stood with his back to the corner and told me to turn my back to him and face the room. I thought fuck, he is going to breed me here but it didn't seem the place where guys fucked in the open. Instead, Stefan pulled my tea shirt over the front of my head so that it was around my throat. He then used the marker pen to write something on my back. A minute later he told me to pull the tea shirt back. After returning the pen, Stefan explained that the barkeep said the ink also reflected ultra violet as they use it on posters in the basement. I asked what he had written, but Stefan wouldn't say. He said that Will would tell me. At that, he suggested we go downstairs to the basement to find Will and Artur. When we got there, Stefan told me to take off my tea shirt, just as Will had earlier. We wandered around and numerous men winked or stroked their cocks as they read what was written on my back. I was dying to know what Stefan had written. We found Will and Artur standing watching a group of men fuck near the raised platform. Will shook his head slightly at Stefan which I took to indicate that Artur hadn't done anything. Stefan told me to turn around so that Will could see my back. I did so, then turned back to look at Will. He had the same sort of look that he has when he is about to breed some ass. A look of intense sexual excitement and determination. His hand went to his crotch and he squeezed his bone. He said to “ Stefan fucking horny - you perv.” I was desperate to know what was written on my back. Will grinned and told me. It said “Raw Breed Me” with an arrow pointing down to the crack of my ass. (I had been wearing low cut pants so they exposed the top part of my ass crack.) Will said that even though the lighting was subdued, the writing glowed like a Christmas decoration, thanks to the ultra violet lights. He left Stefan and Artur and had me walk all round the basement clearly with the intention of letting all the men see what was written on my back. At one part of the basement there was a bit more room and it faced onto one of the corridors with stalls down one side. Will's back was against the wall and he told me to pull my pants down. He did the same. He then pulled me towards him and kissed me so deep and long. My back and ass was exposed. I don't know whether it was the writing on my back, my body and ass or the kissing, but it got a lot of attention. So many hands were feeling me from behind. I felt a face at my ass and hands pull my cheeks apart. Then I felt a tongue licking and entering my ass ring. I was in ecstasy. The tonguing stopped and I think it was the same guy that then stood up and pushed his cock through my ass cheeks. I felt his cock head at my ass hole then he pushed into me balls deep. I groaned in pleasure as the guy started fucking me and at the same time Will was kissing me. Will's hands went to my ass and pulled my cheeks apart so that the guy could get even further into me. He stopped kissing briefly to whisper in my ear that the guy was raw. Will then reached past me and pulled the guys body against me even closer. The guy was by now slamming his cock into me so deep and hard. Will shouted to him “shoot your seed into my boyfriend – breed him!”. Will was kissing and supporting me as the the guy's thrusts went wild. He was hammering his raw cock into me so hard. It wasn't long before he screamed that he was cumming and I felt his cock make shorter more intense thrusts into me as he unloaded. He held against me and I used my ass muscles to squeeze his cock and milk out the last of his seed. Doing this made me realise for the first time that I had become a greedy slut for seed. As he pulled out I felt cum running down my legs. He must have given me a huge load as up to then I had normally been able to keep it in me when the cock withdrew. Not two seconds later I felt another cock at my ass. He started to push into me and I could feel it was a fat rock hard one. The guy grunted like an animal as he fucked me. I again felt Will's hand check the cock out and he whispered it was also raw. Will wiped up the seed running down my legs with his hand and rubbed it onto his cock. Unfortunately because Will is so much taller than me we couldn't grind our cocks together whilst standing up. It meant that his cock was rubbing against my chest nipple height whilst he kissed me and the guy fucked my ass. Like before the guy didn't last for long, before I felt his thrusts into me getting frantic and his breathing wild. Suddenly he was shooting in my ass. Will was groaned in ecstasy as he knew what was happening. Short story. In 20 minutes or so nine men raw fucked me one after another in that same position. Each time Will told them to shoot and breed me. The seed was running down my legs and later when I pulled up my pants, they were soaked with it. (A bit embarrassing to be standing in the bars with a big dark wet patch but I had no choice.) Stefan told us that he and Artur had watched and he was encouraged as Artur jacked himself the entire time. To be continued if you guys want to hear more. Let me know as I'm not sure if this is boring for you.

After Artur and I were bred, we all sat chatting for maybe an hour or so whilst having drinks and snacks. We stayed naked and it wasn't long before cocks started to get boned again. I was ready to go again but Will suggested that we all got dressed and went out for a wander around the city. I knew Will wouldn't want me to shit the seed out so I didn't even attempt to do so. If Stefan was like Will, and so far he was, I guessed Artur would also be wandering around with Will's and my seed in him. As you know, we live right in the centre of Amsterdam so you walk out of the apartment and see thousands of people walking around. We had a nice few hours of sightseeing before getting back. Later, Will took us to an Italian restaurant just around the corner where we had a lovely meal and drank a fair bit of wine. I was buzzing by the time we left. Will and Stefan told Artur and I that we were going to spend the rest of the night cruising the leather bars. Now guys, I wont tell you the name of the bars as the owners might not like it, but guys who know Amsterdam will probably guess which ones I talk about. The first bar we visited is literally a few minutes walk from Will's apartment. It opens at midday and is busy by 12:30 then closes about midnight. Just behind it is another bar. Yet more bars are a further five minutes away on a street called Warmoesstraat. Will led us into the first bar that opens early. It had subdued lighting but was in no way pitch black. As it was Saturday evening there were maybe 40 or so guys there drinking. The bar is not huge so it felt very busy. Will got us all some beers and we stood looking around. I could see several men looking at the four of us, and in particular Artur and I. After another beer, Will winked at Stefan and suggested they took Artur and I downstairs. Stefan grinned in reply and led us to the rear of the bar where I noticed a door way without a door. I followed Will down a very steep staircase that led to a basement. Now that was dark! It took several minutes for my eyes to adjust. In that time I could hear sex moaning and felt guys groping me as they walked past. My dick of course boned up in an instant. Will and Stefan clearly knew there way around as they didn't wait for their eyes to adjust. The basement is a maze. There are stalls all over and each one had cock or ass size glory holes. There is a very short twisting corridor that leads to a small dark room. On the other side of the basement was a sort of raised flat area where a guy was on his back getting fucked. At the other side there is a long urinal and a man was on his back letting men piss all over him. To get from one place to another you had to walk though very small passage ways which were probably designed so you had no choice but brush past other men. The basement was packed. (Will told me later that whatever number of guys was in the bar upstairs there were normally more than four times that number downstairs.) The atmosphere was filled with sexuality and the smell of sex and poppers everywhere. I ma sure the basement had a bigger floor space than the bar above. Will told me to take off my tea shirt and he would hold it. I did so and it was almost like an invite as within seconds men were touching my chest and nipples. One guy felt my pits and moaned when he felt them smooth. He starting pushing the other hands away and and said something in some language I didn't understand. He nodded to an empty stall and I looked at Will who grinned encouragement for me to go in with the guy. The guy led me into the stall and locked the door behind him. He turned on the stall light which blinded me for a second or two. The guy was about 30 and not bad looking. He unloosened my pants and pulled them to the floor around my ankles. I wasn't wearing undies so was naked. I saw his hands going towards my cock but he didn't touch it as I expected. Instead, he felt my balls and area above my cock which I keep smooth. He must have liked it smooth as he moaned something then got on his knees and kissed my balls. He licked them and then around the root of my cock and that part of my stomach where my pubes would have been. Whilst tonguing my crotch, I felt his hands heading to my ass. He groaned again when he felt it. His left hand pushed into my ass crack and his finger touched my ass hole. Now it was my turn to groan as he pushed his finger into me. As he did this he moved his mouth from my crotch onto my cock and proceeded to kiss then lick the entire shaft, concentrating more on the head. After a few minutes he stood up and pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles in one quick movement. His uncut cock was about six inches in length, average thickness and he had heavy very low hanging balls. He had a tattoo on the lower part of his stomach, where his pubes would have been, had he not shaved. I was still standing so he had me bend over and he pulled my head onto his cock. It was a bit rank and I could smell stale piss and sweaty ball smell. He used my head to jack his cock. Within a few minutes my mouth had cleaned his cock and balls and I could no longer smell the stink. He turned me around and bent me over. I knew I was going to be fucked and wondered if he would wear a condom. He bent over himself and fished into his pants pockets, now around his ankles. I assumed he was looking for a condom. After standing up he then pushed some poppers against my face. He held them against my nose and made me inhale four long sniffs. I was flying. He fumbled about behind me, as if putting on a condom, I felt his cock head at my ass hole. I felt him pushing into me and I put my hand behind me to see if it was raw. He didn't like that and swiped my hand away. After more poppers he slid his entire length in me. It felt so good, even though he was nowhere as big as Will. I had no idea whether he was raw or wrapped. He fucked me for about five minutes talking the entire time. Whilst I couldn't understand what he said, I could tell it was dirty sex talk by the tone and the cock thrusts as he repeated phrases. Without any warning, he pulled out of my ass all of sudden, and got himself dressed. He left left me standing naked, pants around my ankles. As I started pulling up my pants, Will came into the stall and closed the door. He said he had watched the entire time though the glory hole and as the light had been on in the stall he had seen everything. I said I wasn't sure if the guy had wrapped or was raw. Will chucked and said “believe me it was raw, I saw it, the only thing I don't know is whether he he shot in you”. Will put his hand against my ass and when he opened me with his finger a big dollop of seed dropped out onto his hand. Will said “some guys don't tell you that they are fucking raw and they are able to shoot without the bottom knowing. That's exactly what that guy has just done to you”. Will unloosened and dropped his pants with one hand and smeared the guy's cum onto his cock. He told me to bend over. As he entered me, Will put his hand against my mouth and told to clean the guy's seed off his fingers. The combination of tasting the seed, feeling Will fill me up, as well as the experience with the guy a few minutes earlier was amazing and I couldn't help but shoot all over the stall floor. Will hammered me guys. He told me to lick my seed off the floor. I was grossed out by the thought because the floor appeared filthy and fuck knows what was on it. As Will fucked me, I did as he asked and licked up my load from the floor. Even though it was gross somehow it was also a turn on. I didn't know why that was the case. I thought what have I become? My mind went back to my former girl friend and straight friends wondering what they would think of me doing this. Will fucked me and said the guy's seed felt so good as he hammered it into my ass walls. After a bit he withdrew from my ass without breeding me. We pulled up our pants and left the stall to see if we could find Stefan and Artur. I will tell you soon guys what happened later in the basement and the other bars we went to that night. Hope you're enjoying this blog.

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

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.

New guy in my office hit me up on Grindr last week. We chatted, etc. He has a boyfriend so I thought we'd only be friends... Then we started to flirt and send pics and talk dirty. Well yesterday he says he needs to pee and asks if I wouldn't mind helping him out. I said yes to meet me in the mensroom one floor below in the larger stall. I get up and head down there and he follows shortly behind. We're in the stall and both jerking our hard cocks. I suck his hot 8" cock and thick too. He appears to like it, because he's leaking precum like crazy. He pulls me off and then starts to suck my pierced cock and he knows exactly what he's doing too! Someone walks into the restroom but we still continue to trade blow jobs. I then pull my pants down and turn my ass to him. He takes the hint and spits on his hand and lubes up my hole and proceeds to slide his bare cock up my ass and fuck me all while people are in and out of the restroom. It took everything I had not to moan, but I was pushing back like crazy on his cock and meeting each thrust he gave. He bends over and whispers in my ear, "do you want me to shoot", I shake my head yes and he grabs my hips and pumps a HUGE load into my ass. I'm jerking my cock like crazy and shoot my load in the toilet about the same time. He pulls out, we wipe off and then wait until the coast is clear to both exit. Fucking hot time and I know we will do it again, it was hot. I asked him if he told his BF and he said no, that it's just between him and me.

I blow a load everytime I read this. Sometimes I think about the scenario when when my BF if giving me head and end up nearly choking him with an even bigger load.

it wasnt my idea, its the tops that started doing me that way

Mmm love this story more please

Throat fucking someone and watching them try to run away from it is funny. I'm like "you wanted it so you're going to have all of it." They can be tearing up all they want...and yet their mouth is still on the dick.

I hadn’t seen Stuart, my older brother since Thanksgiving. He had gone a ski trip during the Christmas break and was reportedly down with the flu at Easter. Stuart was about two years older than me and had gone to live with Dad shortly after the divorce. He was also a jock like me and enjoyed several sports. He was now about to start his junior year at university and was an officer in his fraternity along with being pledge master. His college was about two hours from my home, but he never came to visit once he started. While I used my sports participation to curb my sexual desires, with marathon jerk off fantasies, he used his jock status to coordinate his conquest, boosting about this babe or cheerleader that he banged all throughout our long distance brotherhood, he was big stud on campus. Sure, before going off to college he would spend holidays and vacations with Mom and me and occasionally Dad would be there also, but as I said, in the last couple years I had only seen him a handful of times. Stuart stood at a muscular 6’4” and weighed in around 180, reddish blonde hair and deep azure blue eyes. He also sported a huge cock, but so we all did: Dave’s dad, John, to all his bros and my Dad, Todd. We all had big cocks. I hadn’t seen dad since Easter, since he missed my graduation and birthday due to work commitments, although I kept in communication with both my dad and Stuart via chat, Skype and texting, with the occasional voice call to fill in the blanks. Dad was just turned 38 and John was three years his senior at 41, we all wondered how two guys could produce 6 healthy athletic boys in just three years since we all ranged from just turned 18 to almost ready to turn 21, it looked like it was going to be a fun weekend when memorial day rolled around next Friday. The vessel came to a slow stop along the dock and I could hear Dad telling Ben to let it idle as they threw their gear aboard then pushed off of the dock. John yelled up to take it to the cove mooring and ben bumped up the speed a little and steered us away from the dock and out to the mooring about 1500 yard into a secluded cove. I had just turned off the burners on the Grill and gave it a quick wire brushing to remove remnants of the burgers from the grilling surface then bent down to turn the gas off, I felt something wet on my thighs as I bent over, unconsciously I reached back and felt my hole and inner thigh scooping up whatever it was, I held it to my nose and sniffed, it was cum, I licked it off my finger realizing Ted had cum in me while he was fucking me. When I had looked over at the dock John, and dad were in button downs and slacks and Stuart was in denim shorts and a tee shirt, by the time I got down to the lower deck to greet them they had stowed their gear in one of the bed rooms and had change into jocks and muscle shirts or no shirts. I gave Dad a hug and then John, my brother couldn’t wait and came up behind me and pressing his groin into my ass gave me a big bear hug from behind, I could feel he was hard beneath his jock as he pressed it into my leaking ass “Been waiting for this for a long time little bro “he whispered in my ear I began to turn into him but he kept a tight hug on me, all the while freeing his cock from his jock, then sliding it up and down my moist crevice, finally the head found its target and he slipped into my cum filled hole. I stood there in front of everyone, my older brother's cock buried in my hole. “This just a sample of what cums later.” He pistoned in and out of my hole for several minutes while Dad and the others looked on, pulling on their cocks. Dave walked up to me and we began making out as Stuart pumped in and out of my ass, finally grunting and spraying his jizz almost as deep as Ted’s earlier load. Ben stepped up as he pulled out and dropped down to clean off Stuart’s cock, then stood and fed me the spunky mess in a deep kiss. “I’m starved let’s eat,” John suggested. Ted stuffed his engorged penis back in his jock and went over to get the burgers from the oven where they had been staying warm. We all headed to the upper deck and I pulled the salad and condiment tray from the fridge and as we all surrounded the table, we began to chow down, knowing looks passed from my brother and dad, as well as shit eating grins on most of the faces of my companions. We finished up dinner and Dave and I as the youngest set to cleaning up, Dad told us to meet them upstairs in the hot tub when we finished. I washed and Dave dried the dishes, and we were all but finished when Stuart came up behind me again, his stiff cock leading the way. Removing the ass plug which Dave had inserted into my hole just before dinner, Stuart slid into me, fucking my cream filled hole, plowing into my ass, this time much rougher than the gentle, brotherly fuck he had given me upon his arrival. Dave moved in behind him and ate his ass as he fucked me then the etting him sloppy slid his cock into my brother, my best friend pounded my brother’s hole as he pumped his phallus into mine. Soon Dave grunted as he filled Stuart with his load, triggering my brother to fill me with another of his. “Little bro I’ve waited years to make love to you like this. I'm so glad we’ll have all summer to make up for lost time.” We finished cleaning up, dishes and the mess of our sexual acts as Dave shoved the plug back into my hole and a second one into Stuarts now cum filled orifice. I noticed on the third white board the addition of Ben, Ted and Chris, a space then Todd and John, all with a” –“next to them, it appeared we were all minuses today, I wonder if it was a rating system. We headed up to the party deck and slipped into the hot tub with Dad, John, Ted, Chris and Ben. It was a tight fit with Stuart Dave and I slipping under the foamy water but we didn’t mind. The sun was beginning to set to the west as the sky became a reddened backdrop, Todd, my dad shifted across the tub and sat next to me, he didn’t speak a word but began nibbling my neck and ear lobe, I had always thought Todd was a hot daddy figure and included him in some of my fantasies but here he was actually touching me the way I had fantasized about so many times he began whispering into my ear ”son you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hold you like this, to kiss your sultry lips to devour your hot athletic body, to take you as my boy to make love to your nubile manhood” He had been fondling my hard cock under the water and planted a deep wet kiss on my lips, John was making out with Dave on my other side, Ted, Chris, Ben and Stuart were trading off locking lips and fondling each other beneath the foamy waters

Dave and I had arrived at the lake and ultimately the houseboat midafternoon, while his brothers were up at the campgrounds getting things ready for the summer, clearing some brush, cleaning the cantina/dining hall, and hosing down the rest rooms, along with checking in some early arrivals and helping them get their camp sites set up. As Dave and I lay on the bed talking and teasing each other we suddenly heard voices outside and on deck. A slight vibration and rocking motion alerted us that the vessel was in motion. We startled when a knock on the door was followed by the sight of Ted appearing in the doorway. “Oh, I see you boys have made yourself at home,” he smiled looking at our jock clad bodies intertwined on top of the bed. He had Dave roll over and he inspected the plug poking out of his ass, remarking “I also see my little bro has been good enough to keep his plug in and my load safe all day.” “Well, actually he took it out so I could add mine,” I quipped, which earned a light laugh all around. “Hold on a sec, you two,” Ted said as he briefly exited the room, returning with two oral quick swabs, saying “Here, swab the insides of your mouth for me. Dad bought up a case and sent them up with us.” I had no idea what they were for but I did as I was told. Before Ted exited the room after placing sticky tabs with our names on the ends of each swab and taking them into the other room, suggesting as he left "Hey, you two should go hit the shower - you smell like sex.” We both got up, jostling each other in the process, removed our jocks, heading down the hall to the bathroom naked. Ted stopped us as we were about to enter the bath and slipped the plug out of Dave’s ass. He held it up to his nose and sniffed then licked the scum off of the plug, remarking "Yummy delicious” as he tossed the plug into the bathroom sink, directing us "Wash that off while you’re at it, boys.” We climbed into the small shower stall and turned on the water, which was cold at first but soon became warm as we soaped up each other’s body and cleaned our sweat and sex off of us, all while making out. After drying off and washing the plug off for Ted, Dave and I exited the bathroom, Ted tossed us a clean muscle Tee and AC Jock at each of us. The muscle shirts were at least two sizes too big so they hung like night shirts on us with the arm holes reaching down to our waists, which only accented the sexy jock straps we put on, and made our asses look even sexier when the shirts were lifted to expose them, but provided enough cover so as to give us an appearance of decency. Ted pointed out a couple white boards which had been placed in the hall, the first had daily chores listed, including dinner assignments, the second had campground assignment on it the third just had our names listed with a series of dates across the top I notice the current date and a minus under it beside each of our names. I didn’t quite understand the last board but I suspected it had something to do with the swabs from earlier. I was on BBQ duty tonight and Dave was to make salad and set the table. I looked at Ted and he chuckled and handed me a small ice chest and pointed me in the direction of the ladder to the top deck of the vessel. Taking hold of the small chest which I found surprisingly weighty, I headed out on to the rear deck then began ascending the ladder. As my head cleared the above deck level I spotted Chris at the helm steering the house across the lake. I reached the top deck and took in the layout. One of the boys had set up a hanging device next to the helm, there was a sun deck with a couple double chaises, a medium size Jacuzzi on the front half of the upper deck behind which had a small bar and BBQ area. I walked up to the BBQ and set the ice chest down on the counter, suddenly Ben appeared from the far side of the table/counter located behind the BBQ. “Hey, Tom. Glad to see you could make it. Beer or bong, dude?” holding a bong in one hand and a freshly poured solo cup of beer in the other, offering them to me. I accepted the beer and he disappeared again behind the counter then popped back up with another glass for himself. I sipped on the beer and opened the BBQ, turned the knobs on the front and hit the igniter. Nothing happened. “Dude, I think you have to kick on the gas, but don’t forget to turn it off again when you finish. Wouldn’t want to start a fire or run out of propane.” I began to look around and noticed the double doors beneath the unit as well as a small refrigerator in the cabinet and a sink on the side counter. I opened the access doors and cranked opened the valve beneath the BBQ the proceeded to light it. Opening the cooler I transferred the food into the refrigerator. Ben pulled a plastic plate from beneath the table/counter and handed it to me to place the preformed burgers on, then went forward to offer his brother a beer, leaving the Bong on the counter. I continued sipping on my beer and soon Dave popped up from the rear ladder carrying a bowl of salad and a couple types of dressing. He handed me the food and I placed them in the fridge and he set out plates and silver wear on the table, eight places. “We expecting company?” “Why yes. We'll be picking up three at the mooring in the cove.” “Okay, so I should cook up all the burgers?" “Most definitely. You know how my bros eat and they been working hard all day.” I went back to preparing the grill as Dave took a hit on the bong, the odor hit my nostrils just as he passed it to me. I took a hit and then a sip from my beer and offered Dave a gulp as well. Then Dave walked forward to join his brothers as I went back to the grill, took a couple more hits from the bong then reached into the fridge and took out the burgers, adjusted the flame on the grill and placed the meat evenly out across the surface, then closed down the lid. As I did so I noticed the smell of the weed in the bong again, and as I was about to turn around felt a body press against my back and a tongue on my ear. “Everything going well with the meat?” I turned around to find Ted standing there, bare chested, wearing his well-filled bulging jock briefs. He was hitting the bong as I turned around again and leaned into me and shotgunned the hit into my mouth. Between the weed and the beer I was getting light headed and very horny. I opened the grill and flipped the burgers, turned-down the heat and topped them with BBQ sauce. I closed down the lid again and this time when Ted stepped up behind me, his fingers probing my ass crack as he nibbled my ear lobe. I bent my head back as he licked and sucked on my neck, his fingers began massaging a gooey substance into my hole, as his right hand began to invade my hole stretching me open and lubing up the entrance his left hand began tweaking my nipples as he reached into muscle tee, suddenly his three fingers were replaced by his cock and he was sliding the head just into my hole, then slowly the first couple of inches, I was a virgin but I assumed I was taking it like a champ. “I drew the short straw so I get the first crack at your virgin hole. It’s my job to get you ready for tonight.” He slid another inch in and I began to feel uncomfortable with the intrusion experiencing the first hints of pain as he started to stretch my sphincter. Ted had a tapered cock much like me and his brothers, small mushroom head which flared out to the base so as he slid more into me he stretched me wider, his also had a bend up and to the left. He was about half way in when he began to pull out then back in again. He did this several times each time pushing a little more in till I felt his balls slap my ass cheeks. It hurt like hell as he pushed his entire nine inches into my gut then worked it around inside me. He hit my inner ring multiple time and each time it was agony, but then he would withdraw and brush my prostate with the head of his cock. Of course I’d moan and he would push back in again. He went on for a few minutes then pulled out completely reminding me I had burgers on the grill. I lifted the lid and removed the burgers which he took down to keep warm in the kitchen, leaving my gaping ass filling very empty. I took a hit on the bong then finished my beer, looking forward I saw Dave in the sling, Chris and Ben taking turns fingering his hole. Ben slowed the engines and swung the vessel around to glide up towards the mooring. I looked over the side to see our fathers and my eldest brother standing on the dock. I wondered if this was my big surprise.

A few years ago now I was feeling super horny on Friday night. I drove to the local adult store that has a sex venue out back. It must have been 'one of those night' because the place was packed. I made my way to the rear of the club where a large group of guys had gathered. It was hot and humid and there was the salty smell of sweaty men and cum in the air. I pushed my way through the crowd and made it to the centre. The action was going on all around me. I bent over and started to suck the hard cock of the hot guy standing in front of me. I soon felt many hands grasping at my ass. A firm hand slid down the back of my shorts and quickly found my eager hole. As a sucked eagerly on the musky cock sliding in out out of my throat as I felt my shorts being slid down exposing my now twitching manpussy. I moaned as a thick piece of man meat slowly stretched me open and buried itself balls deep. It wasnt long before this anonymous cock was moaning and thrusting frantically. He shot his huge sticky load deep inside me. From that point on it became a load feeding frenzy. Hard cock after hard cock took turns plowing my now cum soaked hole filling it with more and more hot juicy loads. My head was swimming from the heat and the smell and the sounds of sweaty groins relentlessly pounding my hole. I tried to keep count of the different cock that visited my ass that night but the hard cocks face fucking my open mouth kept me distracted. I lost count after 16 loads and wandered back to my car three hours later with a trail of cum dribbling down the back of my legs. If enough can ever be enough ... i guess the number for me would be 16. It was the best night of my life.