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Part 14: Epilogue - Decade Viktor: Had they ever been so young? Viktor wondered, looking at the framed picture in his hands. The picture Tommy had taken on Halloween ten years ago. It had been three weeks since the funeral. Scott’s funeral. He had been sure his tears would run dry eventually. But he still cried himself to sleep every night. It had been so sudden. Witnesses had said Scott was crossing the street. Drunk driver. Ran a red light. Scott was gone before Viktor could even get to the hospital. Viktor had been sure he would be the first to go. Scott tested positive a few months after they started dating but had always stayed pretty healthy. Viktor had not been so lucky. He was that one who always been hardest hit by the disease. They surely shared the same strain, but Scott had responded to well to the meds. Viktor had not. Tommy and Greg had been at the funeral but Viktor barely remembered seeing them. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Not even old friends. He stood and walked over to the mirror. The wasting had set in within months of that Halloween night a decade ago. His cheeks hallowing out. His eyes becoming sunken. Work had dried up of course. No one wanted to hire a model who looked sick. Even companies selling HIV meds and services wanted handsome, healthy looking men. But Scott had stayed with him, had loved him, through it all. They had shared ten wonderful years together. Viktor knew he had let himself go even further since Scott died. He hadn’t shaved since the morning of the funeral. He just couldn’t be bothered. The beard, like his hair, was grey and disheveled. He barely recognised himself. And yet, he knew that face in the mirror. He had seen it ten years ago. On the night of the “seance”. The man who had fucked him. Infected him. “Hello Viktor.” A voice said behind him but there was no reflection in the mirror. Viktor turned slowly. The demon stood there, looking much as he had done years ago. If anything, he seemed younger. Viktor felt a wave a bitterness as he looked at the creature. “I’ve been expecting you, Zburător. Or do you still prefer Sebastian?” “I think we have more important matters to discuss that what you choose to call me. It is time for the third payment. I believe the terms were that the third payment would be do ‘after a heart is broken beyond hope.’ That seems to be a fairly accurate description of you, don't you think?“ “Why should I make this last payment? What if I refuse?” The demon tilted it’s head as if considering something. “If you recant now, everything that followed on from the night of the contract will never have happened.” “And that is supposed to be a threat? Look at me. Look at what your contract has done to me.” Zburător’s laugh was cruel. “Do you really not understand? If there had been no contract. then there would have been no love with Scott. He would have continued to resent you, to hate you, and — eventually — he would have succeeded in driving you out of his little circle of friends. You had ten years of happiness together. Would you throw them away so lightly?” “No. I would not throw them away.” Viktor’s voice was just a whisper. “But would he still be alive?” “No.” The demon said with a smile. “If you break your contract, I will make sure that he doesn’t. And I will make sure that you remember just enough to know what you lost. But you will remember none of the details. All those memories would be lost. Was your time together worth so little?” “That’s not fair.” “Did you really expect me to be ‘fair’?” Viktor was trapped. He had no option. None. He couldn’t give up those years with Scott. Not even to get his health back. “What is it you want me to do?” “You are going to fuck two men, breed them, and infect them with HIV. the same as you did to Scott.” “Who?” “Oh come now. You already know who one of them is. Michael did not recognise you, but you recognised yourself in the club that night. You told me so. And now you recognise that future self when you look in the mirror. You are going to, quite literally, go fuck yourself.” “And the second man?” “You have provided me entertainment.. and sustenance from you and your friends. I’m feeling generous and have chosen to reward you. You will be the one who takes Michael Christian’s virginity. Or, depending how you look at it, you already were that man.” Viktor nodded slowly. It made sense now. A little piece of the puzzle falling into place. But could he do this? He had already let the demon manipulate him into infecting Scott. Something he had always regretted. He hadn’t seen Michael in years. Hadn’t really thought much about him really. Michael had changed. Not just his appearance, or the strange ageing that set in so suddenly, but something more fundamental. It was like part of him was missing. Some part of his soul. Like Viktor and Scott, he had tested positive within months of that Halloween night. He tried to hide it but the virus left it’s mark on his body, as it had with Viktor himself. As Viktor and Scott had settled into domestic bliss, Michael had taken a different route. He was the subject of gossip in the gay community: the ‘total top’ who had fucked every pretty boy he wanted… was in the bathhouses four or five nights a week. Always face down, ass in the air, begging guys to use him. He had even ended up going some bareback films for some website that specialised in guys with the “poz look”. Until he had gotten too sick even for them. So they had drifted apart. All this was Viktor’s fault. He conducted the ceremony that summoned Zburător. He had lied to his friends and told them it was a seance. He had tricked them into the contract. How could he do what the demon was asking? How would he ever live with this guilt? But, no. It didn’t matter, did it? He couldn’t refuse. He couldn’t loose those ten years with Scott. He couldn’t let the demon cause Scott’s death even earlier. Not even to save himself or Michael. Even if his soul was damned for what he was about to do. He had no choice. “I agree.” “Excellent. Take my hand.” Viktor reached out and took the offered hand. It was like holding a piece of ice. “How does this work?” “I, and my kind, don’t see time quite the way you do. You are caught in the current of time, pulled along in it’s ebb and flow like the flotsam you are. My kind… we are not. But you don’t need to worry about that. You have other matters to attend to.” He whispered instructions into Viktor’s ear. Viktor nodded. And then the room began to grow dark. Like the light was moving away. Everything seemed… fuzzy. Indistinct. The room was spinning around him. Faster. Faster. And then everything shattered around him. And he was falling. Into a perfect darkness. And then there were lights and music and sweating men everywhere. The Club. Ten years ago. Halloween. Just an hour or so after the so-called seance. Back to the beginning. And there was Michael. Not yet changed. Still young, and beautiful, and arrogant. And yet strangely alone. No one looking at him. The demon’s doing, of course. Your eyes just wanted to slide off him. Scott was not to be seen at the moment. But there, out on the dance floor, was the younger version of himself. Their eyes met. The younger Viktor recognising his face in the older, sickly Viktor. Viktor could remember the fear and confusion he had felt all those years ago. But that was not important. His encounter with the younger Viktor was later. He turned and walked up behind the Michael. The other man did not see him. He took a deep breath. I’m doing this for us Scott. To make sure we have those years together. Viktor leaned in close and shouted over the noise of the club. “Hey.” - END - And that's the end of this story. Thanks to those who have sent likes and messages. Working on a few other stories and hope to have one up here soon.

Part II. “Wait here,” I said, smirking to my new filthy friend. He didn’t believe that I was coming back, let alone that I was bringing reinforcements. He pulled up his pants and shuffled behind me to the doorway of the restroom. I walked out to the car, looking over my shoulder and winking. My boy was sitting there, on his phone, looking at hook-up apps. “You ready for some action right now?” He smiled, thinking I meant we could fool around now. “Is the coast clear in there for some rest stop action?” he asked. "Not exactly. Just follow me.” My boy got out of the car, and I realized that he was already hard, with a dark spot of precum leaking through his shorts. He saw the unattractive surly stranger in the doorway immediately, as his phone vibrated with an incoming message. He chuckled, and sent a message, before slipping the phone into his pocket, and practically running up to the hairy man, shirt still unbuttoned. My boy leaned in to kiss him and twisted his puffy nipples in his fingers. The stranger smiled at me and dragged my boy into the bathroom, back to the stall where I had bred him just a few minutes earlier. As I entered the bathroom, I saw the man on his knees, slobbering all over my boy’s dick, already hard, his pants already pulled down. He had his hands at his own ass, fingering out my cum, and the cum that was already there when I got to him. With his fingers streaked with seed, he started working them into my boy’s ass. I knew my boy wasn’t shy, and didn’t mind taking cum from strangers. In fact, it turned us both on, especially not knowing the man’s status or health, and as in confirmation of as much, my boy was moaned in pleasure as the guy gurgled on his cock and teased his asshole. I fished out my sticky cock and fisted my hard-on as the guy bent over for my boy, just as he had for me. My boy eased in as the guy pushed back to meet his thrusts. “How many loads you got in you, man?” “Not sure,” he grunted back, “but you’re at least the fifth or sixth guy in me today." "Cum slut,” my boy grunted in reply, fucking him even harder than before, his balls slapping against the stranger’s ass, as cum started forcing its way out of his hole, practically splashing between them. “You want my load, man?” The man moaned in approval as my boy filled him up, holding onto his hips, shooting deep inside. The man pulled forward hopping off my boy’s cock, spun around, and swallowed it to the root, getting his stubbly face smeared with cum. My boy smeared his face against the man’s cummy face, and reached behind himself to work two sticky fingers inside his ass. The man stood him up, facing me, circled around, and eased his raw dick into my boy. The man’s thick cock must have been over eight inches long, and my boy clearly loved taking inch after inch. ‘Fuuuuck me,” he grunted as the man exhaled as he went balls-deep. My boy looked up at me, his eyes extending a 'thank you', and the man also looked on, smirking and grunting as he plowed my boy so hard he nearly fell over. I watched as my boy’s face went from blissful pleasure to pain. I knew this guy’s rough fucking must be tearing up his asshole. “So hot, fucking your boy… You share his holes with your friends?” I nodded. “That’s so hot… and so stupid… so dangerous.…” My boy was in heat as he said these words, and I knew he was working his ass muscles, trying to get the man to cum so it would be over with. He had gone from enjoying an anonymous rest room fuck to really being in agony. “You like getting your boy bred with dirty seed?” I knew what he meant, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it. “Gonna do it! Gonna breed your boy!!!!” My boy clenched his eyes tightly as the man filled his guts with his dirty cum. The man smiled at me, starting to laugh, nearly cackling as he pulled his cock out my boy’s wrecked hole, wiping it on his hands and bringing his hands to his own mouth. My boy stopped him and licked the filth off his hands, kneeling down and swallow his cock, covered in my boy’s ass juice, and the man’s dirty load. I heard my boy’s phone vibrate on the cold filthy tile floor, having fallen out of his shorts during his intense fuck. I heard the door open behind me as two guys walked in, one older, one younger, both very handsome and muscular, both smiling at the scene before them. “Is this a private party, or can anyone join?”

Have had 2 hookups with this 'straight' (probably bi) college dude. The first time he came over he thought I would have condoms (I did not) but said his main issue was hygeine so if my ass was clean and showered we could go bare, you know, just this once. The fuck was fast but amazing and a massive load was dropped in me. He texts me about a week later saying he 'needs dat puss' and so comes over. I'm sucking him good and his cock is rock hard, as only a 20 year-old can be, and he tells me to bend over. I hear him ripping open the condom wrapper and I'm disappointed, especially after that amazing load he left last time. I spin around and begin fellating him with a vengeance and he gets wobbly-legged and has to lay down. As he lays there in blow job bliss, I kick the half opened wrapper to the floor and work my way up his torso to those beautiful, caramel nipples. While he's all blissed out and pre-cumming like a mothefucker, I straddle him and start rubbing my hole against his cock - still suckling at those luscious pecs. There is so much pre-cum now I have little difficulty maneuvering him into my hungry hole. I hold down his arms and legs so he can't do much except squirm and moan while I pull every power bottom move out of the book: slow stroke, clenching, reverse cowboy, jackhammer, etc. I'm a bigger dude so I can do the 'booty shake' and it was the ass-clap/clench combo that gave that guy the most intense orgasm of his young life. I have rarely had so much cum in my ass from one load. He looked adorable and kind of helpless as he stumbled around the room trying to gather his underwear and things, but having to stop from time to time to just mutter, "oh damn, oh fuck, oh damn...", and absently-mindedly tug his still half-hard cock, like he couldn't quite believe what happened I think I've shown him the truth and the light of the bareback way - he's over here again in about 20 mins and sent this pic saying he couldn't wait to, "nutt dat puss". Damn, I love a 20 year old dick!

I’m proud of my body, I love showing it off and yeah I am an older guy, but my powerful muscle bear build is something I am very proud of. The kid was one of those perfect ones, you know the sort angelic face and a body built from long hours in the gym, but also so that naïve that he did not know how perfectly hot he was, we first saw him when we were on the beach, I was dozing idly scratching my chest when my buddy Duke, a big black brute of a muscle daddy, poked me “hey bro look at the chicky coming outa the water” , chicky was Adams term for any young lad who got his poz dick a twitching), I opened my eyes to see a very cute smooth muscle boy in a bikini brief come striding out of the surf totally oblivious to the leering stares of a lot of the guys on the beach, my dick twitched in my shorts and I grinned “fuck yeah he is hot!”. Both Duke and I watched as the kid sprayed himself with some suntan lotion and lay face down on his lounger, his bubble butt sticky up encased like two hard boiled eyes in a hanky. I grinned Duke went into action, all those years of working on the London stage had given him skills for sure though no stardom, I watched as Duke circled round as discreetly as he could, going on the sea before nonchalantly walking up the beach and somehow ‘managing’ to look very convincing when he stumbled and knocked the boys stuff flying and then making profuse apologies to the kid giving him the perfect opportunity to chat. Now Dukes look and bulk is enough to scare the shit out of most people but he oozes charm and has the gift of the gab that mixed with his deep smooth voice disarms most people within seconds and sure enough the two were soon chatting away like old friends. I pretended to be asleep when Duke brought the kid over to our loungers, “hey Ted wake up, this is Bobby”, I opened my eyes and put on my best smile reaching up putting out my hand “hey bobby”, the kid smiled back “hi Ted”, as Bobby sat down on Dukes lounger Duke exclaimed “I’m such a clumsy idiot, I trod on Bobby’s bag and got suntan oil over his clothes!”, bobby gave a cute little laugh “hey its no problem”, Duke pouted “but it is, I feel terrible”, that made me laugh along with bobby at the look on Dukes face. We drank some wine from our cooler and chatted easily and a tipsy Bobby soon became very forthcoming with information, he was on his gap year from university and he’d arranged to meet some friends here in Spain for a week of partying but had got the dates wrong and had arrived two days before his buddies and was having to stay in a hostel, when he said that he’d giggled “I don’t know, I’m so dumb sometimes”, both Duke and I laughed at that but the sly wink Duke gave me said it all. I looked at my watch saying “we’d better go soon”, Bobby looked a bit sad but brightened up when I added “hey Bobby, why don’t you come to our apartment with us, we can watch your gear and have a few more drinks?”, he smiled a sweet smile “okay that would be ace” and laughed completely unaware of the connotations when Duke added slyly emphasizing the ‘T’ “Yeah, we can have a nice party!” Back at the apartment and a few drinks later Bobby sat on the sofa looking nervously at the glass pipe Duke held out in front of him after he’d watched Duke and I blow clouds, he bit his lip “I dunno if I should”, Dukes voice was smooth like honey “hey bobby you’ve smoked weed right and liked it right?” and after Bobby nodded continued “well this is better”, Bobby’s hand was shaking as he took the pipe laughing nervously “it ain’t going to make me do anything stupid right?”, I could only chuckle “no son, if anything it will make you the opposite of that” Bobby blew out a big cloud and we could see that the effect was quick on him, his pretty blue eyes dilated and he flushed as he leaned back whispering “oh wow”, as Duke lit the pipe again grinning as bobby took the pipe in his mouth inhaling deeply, I put my hand on bobby’s thigh running it up to his swimsuit and gave his bulge and nice squeeze “feels great eh boy?”, bobby grinned and laughed “fuck yeah feels great, make me feel tingly and horny!” I rubbed his tenting bikini “yeah I can feel that son” and then pulled the front of his bikini down engulfing his decent sized boy cock in my mouth making him whimper “oh fuck” Duke laughed “oh you will be Bobby boy, don’t you worry”

His profile on Scruff read ‘dominant poz top’, and his picture had a mischevious little smile. He was a visitor from out of state, into barebacking with his 8” uncut cock. I immediately ‘woofed’ him. “Always glad to meet a poz, bare top!” I hastily typed. He woofed in response, and I told him I was seriously overdue for a deep breeding and hot depth charge… would he be interested in helping a guy out? He wanted to know if I was furry (I’m not) because he’s into hairy guys. “Just some chest hair,” I said. “Show me,” he responded. I sent him some pics and got no response. Bummer. Ten minutes later, he wanted to know if I could host. I guess he was horny enough that it didn’t matter I wasn’t an otter or bear. I had the house to myself, but my schedule was a bit hectic that day; I had to be on a conference call in about 45 minutes, and had another obligation around dinner. But maybe we could work it out (or in) later in the evening…? His reply text said he was hoping to fuck soon, not later. I asked if he would be interested in a pump-n-dump before my conference call…? If he could get to my house shortly (he was only 2 miles away), I’d be lubed up and ready; he could unload his poz seed into my hungry ass, leave, and I could join my call… with an ass nicely full of charged cum. Just a few minutes later, he was on his way over in an Uber cab. Holy shit. I was already semi-hard and almost shaking with excitement; it had all happened so fast. It’s been over six months since I was last fucked (I’m more the top with my bf), and my hole is tight. I knew that taking his big cock would be a challenge, especially in a ‘quickie’ situation, but if he worked my nips so I got totally turned on I could probably manage it. I hesitated, and then nervously sent a text asking if he was ‘viral’ or ‘undetectable’. I said that viral loads turned me on but I didn’t tell him I was neg. “Viral.” This was getting hotter by the minute. My cock was awake and at half-mast already. An active, toxic load from a big cock was now just a few minutes away. I felt like I found a winning ticket in the ‘chaser’ lottery. Maybe I would finally, finally get pozzed. I’ve been ‘chasing’ on and off for quite awhile; years, actually. Early on, I went a little crazy and took a couple dozen poz loads over several months, but as hot as each charged seeding was, none did the conversion trick. Some of those guys were on meds, but at least a few were viral, I know. After repeated exposures and testing, I sort of gave up that I could actually catch the bug. Nowadays, I don’t hook up very often; partly that is because I have a partner, partly it is the location where I live, and it’s also because I’m pretty selective. My man and I have a very open relationship. He knows that poz loads have always turned me on, that a ‘chaser’ lurks in my shadows. Actually, both of us have taken poz loads from various guys — once or twice from the same guy, independently! He has watched me get filled with a poz load when we’ve played together with someone, and it really turns him on, watching a guy shoot his charged cum deep inside me. But for my partner, getting pozzed hasn’t been an obsession like it has for me; he connects with neg guys, whereas I only hook up when I know they’re poz (and preferably viral). Secretly, my man likes the idea of his mate as a poz bottom slut. Not only do I like that idea too, but secretly, I want to poz him. I know he wants it, just like I do. My darkest fantasy is not just to get infected with the bug, but then to hear my man begging for me to give him the gift, too. I want to slide my throbbing poz shaft deep into his willing hole and then flood him with a gusher of my toxic seed, marking him forever. Together. My Scruff hookup arrived at the house in a few minutes after our last text message. I only had 20 minutes before I was supposed to be on my phone conference. Wearing a pair of gym shorts easy to pull off, my shirt unbuttoned, my hole lubed, I was ready. Cock awake and semihard. A short, built, Latino guy, he walked in and promptly pulled out his big, uncircumcised shaft, already hard. Impressive. I took it in my hands, and then led him away from the front windows to the bedroom, where I dropped my shorts and he promptly pushed me down onto the bed. "We don't have much time," I reminded him. No kissing, no foreplay. In moments, his fat tool was pushing at my hole from behind, and he was telling me to ‘take it’. Face in the pillow, I was breathing and trying to relax, but his cock was huge and I was seriously out of practice as a bottom. It hurt like hell, and I was constricting rather than relaxing. “Relax and let me in.” If it wasn’t for a phone call in 15 minutes, if our hookup hadn’t needed to be a ‘quickie’, it might have been a different story; he would be able to work it in slow. For better or worse, that wasn’t what our scene was going to be today. “You like that viral cock bare inside you, don’t you?” “Oh fuck yes,” I moaned, though it hurt like hell. I wanted to be on my back, have him working my nips, kissing me… working me up so I could relax and take it better. Deeper and deeper he pushed his toxic shaft into my tender hole from behind, forcing his way in. I felt my ass screaming as it stretched. Was I tearing inside? “Just pump it into me,” I begged. “Give me your viral load deep.” “Not until I’ve fucked you nice and loose….” I turned my head, wanting him to kiss me. He wouldn’t. He kept drilling away, deeper and deeper. I wanted to relax and enjoy it, but I also wanted him to just shoot and poz me — there was that damn phone call for work that I needed to join. My ass was screaming but he was getting deeper and deeper. “Give me your viral load,” I begged. “Poz me.” “You want my toxic seed?” “Fuck yes! Pump that viral load deep inside my neg hole.” There, I said it. For a minute, he slowed. “You’re neg?” “Yes.” “On PrEP?” I shook my head. “No… I’m chasing. Have hooked up with lots of poz guys but have never converted. Still trying.” For a moment, I couldn’t tell his reaction. He paused. Then he started fucking me harder and deeper. “So, you wanna be poz, huh? That’s what you want? Well, I’ve never had meds in seven years... nice long time for me to build up a high viral count. Maybe I can be the one who finally gives it to you.” “Oh fuck, yes, please….!” I gasped, head in the pillow. “Suck my cock,” he instructed, pulling out, flipping me over, and shoving his large lubed shaft into my mouth, gagging me. I tasted lube and my own ass. “You like lubed, dirty cock?” I moaned and nodded, my mouth full. “Then take it all the way down.” He rammed it down my throat again. Gag reflex. Choking. I sucked him a few minutes, him forcing his big cock down my throat, tears in my eyes as I choked on it. “Now ride my poz, viral cock.” My hole was opened enough now that I could work down on his hard tool, though it still hurt. I rode it up and down, begging for him to seed me. It was obvious that I would be a few minutes late for the call, but there were plenty of others dialing in, and I wouldn’t be missed initially. And at this moment, I didn’t care. I needed this charged seed deep inside me. Needed it badly. Riding his toxic shaft, I started working his nipples, and he started to moan with pleasure, working mine in return. He drove the big poz drill deeper up inside my hole, up into my belly it seemed. Suddenly he pushed me back, flipped over, and drove in again from behind. Somehow we had crossed the point where I’d been loosened it didn’t hurt so much. Not quite. “Poz me,” I begged again. “Plant that viral seed deep inside of my neg hole…” “Yeah, I’m gonna give it to you now… I’m gonna give you what you want!” With a thrust that impaled me from behind, eyes rolling back in his head, as he grunted and erupted a geyser of hot toxic cum deep into my raw ass. He kept fucking. I wanted to cum, too, wanted to scream with agony and pleasure as he unloaded inside me, but decided to hold onto it. My ass was on fire. He pulled out and bent down, his tongue licking my hole, eating me out. Felching me. Fuck, it was hot and felt insanely good, but I didn’t want him to remove any of that viral seed. “Don’t suck it out of me,” I protested weakly. “I need it deep inside to do its work.” He came up and smiled, leaned forward and kissed me, pushing poz cum into my mouth with his tongue. “Don’t worry, amigo, there’s plenty of my virus deep inside you now… and I’ve got more in my cock and balls to give you some more loads. I can cum four or five times.” Then he pushed his fat cock inside me again, working the fresh seed deep into my raw hole. I gasped and moaned. “I want to come back and breed you again. You free on Saturday night? Late?” “Fuck yes, I am…” “Hot. I want to spend a good hour with you, plant three or four toxic loads inside… we gotta do what we can to convert you while I’m here.” Talk about a fantasy cum true. I looked over at the bedside clock. It was four minutes past the hour. “I have to get on that phone call,” I said. “I can be on mute, but I have to dial in.” Naked, my ass on fire, I walked into the front room, dialed the number with my mobile, entered the access code, muted the phone, and walked back into the bedroom. “You want to shower?” I asked. “No, I’m good. I’ll just call an Uber cab and go.” Because I didn’t cum, I was still horny as fuck, and I stood there for a couple of minutes as he twisted and worked my nipples. He kissed me. My ass was burning, and I was thrilled to be full of active, viral seed. In the living room, waiting for his cab, a conversation emanating from the speaker of my mobile I placed on the desk, I sucked his cock a little longer, savoring the taste of my ass on its thick, hot firmness. “Would you have come here if I told you I was neg?” I asked, curious. He nodded. “We’re two mutually consenting adults. I offer full disclosure as being poz. If someone wants my seed, I’ll give it to them.” The Uber cab pulled up outside. “Next time, I get at least an hour with you,” he smiled as he walked out the door. “That’s a deal,” I smiled. Sitting at my desk, wearing only my loose grey gym shorts, only half hearing the conversation I was supposed to be participating in, all I could think about was my burning, stretched hole… and that I was full of hot, toxic seed. My long dry spell was ended. Hopefully I had finally taken the magic bullet. A little while later, I went to the bathroom to put a bit of lotion on my raw hole, feeling it warm and wet, puffy and stretched loose. Heaven. Not long after that, I was feeling kind of juicy down there. Probably just the lotion; I didn’t think any cum had leaked out, because I was holding it tightly inside, letting it do its infectious work. When I wiped my hole with a bit of toilet paper, a little bit of pink blood stained it. I nearly wept with excitement! That viral, Latino cock forcing its way into me had stretched my hole wide enough to cause microtears, which would certainly raise the chances for conversion. For the rest of the phone conference, for the rest of the afternoon, I drifted around the house in a state of euphoria. I felt ecstatic — full of viral poz seed, my ass sore and torn, and hoping that bad little bug might finally be working its way deep into me. I hoped too that we’d be able to hook up again two nights from now on Saturday. I badly wanted another breeding session and deep injection. I wanted his multiple charged loads. My hole would probably be still raw enough that it would tear again, and his toxic seed could cross easily into my bloodstream. Freshly fucked and pozzed. Now, hopefully I would convert. And I was already counting the hours until Saturday night for round two.

Just as I started to catch my breath, he leaned in and kissed me gently at first but then more aggressively—forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hands up over my head and pinned them down. With every action he was reinforcing his control over me—complete control. I was still pretty fuzzy from the overdose of g he had given me, so it was a lot for me to take in and process. But as he kissed me and held me down—his body heavy on top of me—I felt myself let go and give in to him. I started to kiss him back just as deeply. And I started to grind my hips up toward his cock. “That’s a good boy. You are starting to learn what you are and what you need. And daddy can give you what you need and help you become your true self. Do you understand boy?” I nodded my head slowly as he stroked by face and licked my ear. He pushed himself off of me and looked down “You are one hot fucking piece of ass, boy.” With no warning he grabbed my torso and lifted it up off the bed and over his shoulder—just as he had done with my boyfriend earlier—and started to carry me across the penthouse playroom. As he walked, he slapped my ass a few times, telling me how hot it was to fuck. “You have no idea how great that ass is. I’m not going to ever let you leave, boy. I’m just going to keep you up here fucked up getting fucked all the time. You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to change your life forever.” We finally reached wherever he was going, and he very gently set me down so that I was standing in front of him. Before I could look around he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure I’m going to bring to your life. Are you ready?” I looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I want to hear you say you’re ready. Tell daddy you want to be his boy.” “Yes, daddy. I want to be your boy.” He leaned in close and cupped my chin with his hand. “Say it again, boy.” “I want to be your boy, daddy.” He started to shift his weight away from me and shake his head. “I don’t know, boy. You don’t seem like you really want it…” I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hairy pecs, “Please, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want. Please! I need to be your boy.” I was completely overcome with terror as I thought about never being held or kissed or fucked by him again—this man who had drugged and raped me. I knew that part of it was the lingering effects of the g. But it was more than that. “I think you are ready, boy.” He walked me a few steps backward and leaned me back into a sling that was in a semiprivate alcove at the opposite end of the penthouse from the oversized bed. “This is my own little private play area—my husband can only come here when he’s invited. It’s where I like to break in my new fuck boys.” He gently lifted my legs into the sling and fastened them into cuffs and then pulled me all the way back into the sling and did the same for my right arm. The left arm he left free and pushed a rolling cart with a padded rest underneath. He stepped behind me and grabbed something from a shelf, which I realized was a blindfold as he slipped it over me eyes. “Just relax—daddy’s going to take good care of you. The only way to be my boy is to trust me completely and absolutely. There’s nothing you can do and no way to turn back now, little boy, so you need to make the choice to give yourself to me unconditionally.” I nodded as the words “Yes daddy, anything you want.” tumbled out of my mouth. “Good boy.” I could hear him doing something behind me, but my brain couldn’t make sense of what it was he could be doing. I heard and felt a chair being pulled up beside me on the side where my arm was not restrained. “Hold your arm completely still.” I felt him wipe my arm with something cold and wet—and it only then dawned on my that he was about to use a needle to inject me with something. I must have tensed up a bit because he whispered to me, “Don’t you worry boy. Daddy was a fireman for over thirty years—so he’s had extensive medical training. Just relax and learn to love being my chem boy.” As he said the last few words, let out a deep breath and tried to let go of my anxiety. I felt the smallest prick and a few seconds later I started to cough intensely and suddenly I was alive like I’ve never been before. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I started to pant and moan. And that’s when daddy slipped his hard cock back inside of me. The second he buried his thick cock all the way to the hilt I shot a load. “Fuck, yeah, boy. You like getting slammed and having daddy’s cock all the way inside you??” “YES! Please! Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please!”

That night Bobby sleep curled up with me spooning him, my arms wrapped protectively round him like a good Daddy should and when I woke up late the next morning I looked down to see his head resting on my chest and those pretty eyes gazing up at me, he grinned “morning”, I stroked his head “morning son you feeling ok?”, he purred at my touch “I’m good Daddy” and buried his face in my chest hair whispering “I want to thank you for what you did”, I smiled down at the boy “for what boy?” he looked up at me his face reddened “for chemming me, seeding me and making me your son, I wanted it you know”, I stroked his face “I know you wanted it and needed it son, you just needed me to bring it out of you”, he grinned up at me “Yes I did Daddy”. I laid on my beck rested up against pillows and inhaled on my cigarette, filthy habit I know but then I’m filthy, I growled as the kid climbed on top of me and slid his cunt down on my rock hard dick “good boy”, Bobby sighed as his cunt took the last few inches of my dick “thank you daddy”, as the boy bounced up and down he was feeling his tits making me ponder “ever thought about getting your tits pierced son?”, he groaned as flexed my cock “oh god no daddy”, I raised my hips to give his pussy as few good pumps “well we will get them pierced”, the lad pinched his nipples “fuck yes Daddy”. “well good morning” Duke grinned as he stepped into the room and climbed onto the bed behind Bobby, “you loving Daddy’s dick in your shute boy?”, the lad made a ‘mmm’ing’ noise as Duke pulled his head to the side and shoved his tongue in the boys mouth, Duke kissed the boy for a few minutes before getting off the bed “coffee?”, I grunted “yeah” as I pumped yet another load into Bobby’s cunt. I sipped my coffee scrolling through my new property’s phone as Bobby knelt on the floor sucking off Duke “I’m going to get the kids nips pierced”, Duke grinned holding the boys hair as he pumped the lads head up and down on his dick, “fuck nice, I can see if Carlos is in town?”, I blew out some smoke “sweet call him” as Duke picked up the phone winking at me “pay or trade?”, I looked at Bobby’s muscle butt bobbing as he sucked “trade”. I paused on a picture on Bobby’s phone and let out a whistle, “who is this boy?”, the kid pulled his mouth away from Dukes dick “that’s Ryan”, I grinned Ryan was a hot very short compact ginger haired muscle boy, “is he a faggot like you son?”, Bobby blushed and nodded, “good call him and tell him to fly over today”, the kid frowned “why?” I burst out laughing, my boy was jealous! “Not for me my little love, he’s for Duke!” the look of relief on Bobby’s face was a pure picture to behold. Duke pulled the boys mouth back onto his cock “your not calling anyone till I’ve spunked your mouth chicky”, the kid went back to sucking as Duke raised his eyebrows quizzically at me, I passed him the phone to Duke and his eyes almost popped out of his head as he grunted and shot his wad into the boys throat “me want!”

I looked down at the boy, his mouth stretched round my fat cock with dribbles of spit and my poz precum oozing at the sides of him mouth, one of his hands feeling his tits and cock the other wrapped round the base of my cock pulling it into his mouth like a possessive child with its favourite toy, shifting my gaze back to Duke I grinned “do it”, Dukes literally whooped with joy, apart from fucking and pozzing boy arse one of his favourite things to do was initiate them into slam sex, as Duke got the point ready I reached down and slid a finger into Bobby’s pussy making the kid moan and writhe. Duke got back onto the bed and pulled Bobby’s hand from his tits stretching his arm out to the side, Bobby groaned prompting Duke soothe him as the rubber tourniquet was wrapped round his arm “shhh boy don’t worry you’ll be able to feel yourself up soon, right after we have blasted you straight into pig boy heaven” Bobby murmured and flinched as the needle went in but I held his mouth on my cock while Duke pressed the plunger, I let go of the boys head as Duke pulled of the tourniquet and Bobby’s eyes bulged my cock falling out of his mouth as his face and body flushed, he wheezed and then his big chest heaved with a series of hacking coughs his whole body spazmed as he went flying into his new favourite place to be. The coughing stopped and the kid laid there for a moment looking up at my his innocent blue eyes bugging out of their sockets in wonder but also almost wild with desire as he started to run his hands over his body letting out cute cooing noise before one of his hands reached up to started feeling our bodies while the other went down past his cock and he started rubbing his hot hole letting out sweet little animalistic growls like a bitch in heat. Duke and I traded winks and I ran my fingers down over the kids chest, over his abs and in between his legs which he dutifully pulled back at the knees giving me easier access to his hole which was puckering and pulsing, I stared right into the boys eyes grinning “I think its time for you to get fucked Bobby don’t you?”, the kid sighed “oh yes please Daddy”, I leaned down deep kissing the boy before pulling up “Daddy Dukes going to go first okay boy?”, the lad nodded making me grin widely “and don’t you worry son, after Daddy Dukes fucked you and cum in your pussy, I’ll fuck you and cum in you too”, the kid groaned as Duke climbed of the bed grabbing the lads legs spreading them wide and started to rub his cock head over the boys sweet little pussy “you ever had cum in your pussy before son?” , the kid actually looked a bit embarrassed whimpering “no”, Duke chuckled at the forlorn look on the boys face, “well don’t worry son, your about to get a lot”. As Duke pressed his cock up against the boys hole smearing it with his poz precum I shivered with excitement and a touch of jealousy as to me there is nothing like a bareback virgin taking his first raw cock, Duke grinned at me and pulled his cock away “as its your birthday coming up Ted, you should go first”, I was a bit stunned I have to say but could not help but grin back at Duke, “if your sure?”, Duke laughed “oh I am sure plus I think the chicky really wants you to be first, look at the way his puppy dog eyes look at you”, I looked down at the kid, his eyes were indeed wide like a puppy dogs so I just had to smile “you really want me to go first son?”, Bobby nodded and his voice crackled “Yes Daddy Ted I want you to go first, please”, I leaned down and kissed the kids forehead “thank you boy, I will love to be your first seeder and then you’ll be my good boy for always”, Bobby literally trilled with pleasure and Duke laughed “looks like you have a new boy in your life Ted, happy birthday!!” As I took my place in between bobby’s legs grabbed them and pushing them back firmly spreading them wide Duke got up onto the bed and tweaked the boys nipple “though Daddy Ted is going first I am going to fuck you afterwards chicky, fill your white pussy with my black man seed”, I grinned at the boy “that’s right son, my boy gets fucked by who I say and no one else understand?”, the boy looked at me with those puppy dog eyes sighing “oh yes Daddy” as he hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled them back showing off his eager little cunt to me. I placed my cockhead up against Bobby’s sweet little hole I knew I wanted to make sure his first seeding and pozzing was as lovely as his tweaked up little mind was going to remember, I rubbed my helmet over his wet little pucker, adding my plentiful precum to Dukes making the boys pussy lips literally glisten in the evening sun. I looked right into the kids eyes as I pushed and they widened and then closed as he emitted a deep sigh of pleasure as my fat cockhead began to force his ring to open to let me in, Duke was watching intensely as my mushroom head audibly popped through the kids little sphincter making the boy groan and Duke whistle “fucking beautiful”, I rested for a moment pulsing my dick to drip deposit some of my toxic precum into the boys innocent fuck canal. Never taking my eyes away from Bobby’s I slowly but determinedly sank the length of my dick into his eager little cunt, his tightness was really a joy to feel wrapped round my fuckstick, until my pubes rested against his smooth arse, I grinned “that’s a good boy, you have all of Daddy’s cock in you now”, the kid just moaned “I love it Daddy, its so big”, Duke laughed “hell yeah now fuck that slut and seed him good and proper”, I rotated my hips and then pulled a little out pushing in a little quicker, suitably training the kids hole how to accept his new daddy’s fuckpole. Bobby whimpered and cooed in pleasure as my withdrawals and re-penetrations became quicker and more forceful, I rested back on my haunches for a moment pulling about halfway out and just flexed my dick in the kids cunt, Duke leaned in to have a look “fuck yeah Ted your reaming that chickys pussy out so good!!”. I pushed back in again leaning over him, having to control myself as the kids anal muscles went into overdrive milking my cock inside him as more and more of my dirty precum coated the insides of his little cunt, I fucked harder and harder slamming my dick into him my big full balls slapped against his arse. The boy was crying out in sheer pleasure as he felt my broad hairy chest and pulled my nig nipples, my balls well now simmering with heat and I knew I would not last much longer and the pure thought in my mind that I was going to be the first to seed the kid and keep his holes filled with daddy spunk from many men in the future sent me into over the edge, I fucked like a man possessed but then I stopped and I pulled back so my cockhead was just in the kids cunt relishing the sight the Bobby’s now red puffy boy pussy ring stretched obscenely round my mans cock, I just had to see that hole one last time before I bred it. I slammed back into him, knocking the wind out of the kid and he howled as I resumed pumping my dick in and out of his twat, Duke held the kids head and gobbed straight into the boys mouth “yeah chicky your Daddy’s about to breed you, knock your boy body up good with his spunk!!”, those words sent me over the edge and I grunted and growled as I push my dick as far as it would go into Bobby and fired shot after shot of my poz spunk deep into the kids guts, my orgasm was so intense that I actually felt a searing pain in my head that I had to close my eyes, I heard the boy groan and his hole flex round my cock milking more spunk out of my piss slit, Duke gasped and said “wowey fuck look at that!!” making me open my eyes and look down at my hairy gut and his abs that were covered with the cum the boy had shot without touching his cock, I growled “you fucking beautiful boy” as I leaned down crushing Bobby under me “your mine now”, he just pulled my face to his and just before he shoved his tongue into mine sighed “yes I am Daddy”. Duke laughed “hey you two can make out later I need to screw this chicky now”, I smiled “of course mate” as I pulled my cock out of my boys sweet cunt, Duke flipped the boy onto his belly as I moved to the head of the bed and pulled the kids mouth onto my cock, I loved the way Bobby looked up my adoringly as he licked and sucked the cum and his arse juices off my cock, Duke got onto the bed between the lads spread legs and slapped his arse “raise your butt up chicky” which the kid did without question and Duke grinned “atta boy” as he pumped his dick a few times “your leaking some of your daddy’s seed, lets put it back inside where it belongs”, the kid groaned as Duke rubbed my spunk onto his cock head before he then slid it effortlessly into Bobby’s eager fuckchute.

Duke pulled Bobby’s mouth up off his cock, leaned forward holding the kids head in his hands and thrust his tongue into the boys mouth giving him a good snog that was eagerly returned, Duke licked up the boys sweaty face before biting the lads neck leaving a nice angry looking love bite before leaning and leering over the boys shoulder “yeah the chicky’s in chem pig heaven”, I pulled my fingers out of the boys hole which were covered with lube and mucus from the boys twat and twisted the kid round looking at his dopey cute face with hugely dilated pupils and smiled “yeah our new boys high and horny as fuck ain’t ya boy?”, the kid grinned and whimpered as he ran his hands over his perfect pecs and abs “yeah so horny”, I held the boys head and pushed my fingers into his mouth as Bobby continued to feel himself up eagerly sucking and licking my fingers “that’s it boy, suck your cunt juices off my fingers” Duke reached down and squeezed the lads balls and his hard cock “nice I like a chicky who gets hard when he’s chemmed” and then ran his other hand over the kids buttocks and pushed a finger into the boys pussy “mmmmm that’s a hungry little boy hole you have don’t ya chicky?” the kid murmured and pushed his hole back on Dukes finger as I twisted bobby’s head round pushing my tongue into his willing eager mouth giving him a deep long slobbery snog that lasted a few minutes until pulling my mouth away and gobbing into his open mouth. I rose up on my haunches and then stood up, pulling a wobbly Bobby up along side me “lets get him into the bedroom” As we stood Duke pulled on the boys little patch of pubes, “I think these should go chicky, make you a real boy for your new daddies eh?”, the boy just giggled and nodded as we led him to the bedroom. Once in there I pushed Bobby onto the bed and he giggled as he bounced on it, I climbed onto the bed kneeling beside the kid and pulled his mouth onto my cock which he started sucking like a hungry baby on its mothers titty, but he could not help giggle again dropping my dick from his mouth as Duke smeared some shaving foam on his pubes and shaved them off his cute face smiling “tickles!”. Duke admired his handiwork “now ain’t that better and pretty chicky?” the kid looked down at his shaven pubes and whispered “oh wow yeah!” staring for a few moments before I steered his mouth back onto my cock coaxing him gently as he slobbered and sucked “that’s it baby you suck Daddy’s cock nicely”. Duke pushed the kids legs back at the knees giving him an excellent downwards look at Bobby’s hole “awww that’s so sweet chicky, your boi pussy is practically winking at me”, I had to grin and chuckle “yeah that right daddy Duke? It’s winking? hmmmm I think maybe that it needs some stretching?”, Duke was now up on the bed kneeling in between the lads spread open wide legs slapping his cock head against the kids hole slathering his poz precum over it and making the boys cunt quiver in eager anticipation “oh I think so Ted, you want that don’t you boy?”, I pulled my cock out of the boys mouth and slapped it across his face and lips coating them with my own noxious precum which he eagerly licked off “you want your pussy stretched a bit son? Want Daddy Duke to put his big black cock in your cunt and make you a good boy?” Bobby bobbed his head eagerly arching his neck and pointing his tongue frantically licking at my under shaft groaning eagerly “fuck yes I want it, give it to me please!!!” before he finally caught my cock head with his mouth and swallowing my dick into his eager little mouth making me moan as I winked at Duke “we may just have to keep this one”. Duke smirked “yeah” his eyes twinkling “shall we slam him?”

As I sucked on Bobby’s dick and massaged his balls I heard the lighter click and Duke snigger “that’s it boy, inhale it in deep, good boy” I pulled my mouth off Bobby's teen boy cock as Dukes climbed onto the sofa and I grinned watching as Duke started licking and slurping at the lads neck as he kneaded Bobby’s big pecs his deep voice soothing the boy, “mmmm chicky you taste like sweet honey” before plunging his tongue deep into the boys mouth, in the meantime I started to tug at the waistband of the kids bikini, in fact I chuckled “atta boy” as he raised his hips so I could pull them off easily threw them into corner. I was enjoying feeling Bobby’s cock and balls, in fact I was enjoying every inch of his boy body while he just leaned back enjoying the attention in his tweaked little mind, I looked up as Duke pulled his mouth away leaving a trail of spit that dribbled down onto the lads big cushion pecs and grinned as the kids glazed eyes bulged as Duke pulled off his swimsuit and showed his fat ebony cock to the boy, Duke bucked his hips making his cock swing and bob with a clear glob on precum forming at his piss slit, he stood closer and Bobby licked his lips “like that black meat chicky?” bobby exhaled a deep breath, nodded reaching up to take it in his hand but Duke backed away sitting down in an armchair with his legs spread idly playing with his cock grinning “well it ain’t gonna suck itself chicky, c’mon” I rubbed the kids back “go on son, you know you want to” and smirked as bobby crawled off the sofa and went on his hands and knees over to Duke, my own dick twitched dribbled precum as I watched the lads melon like muscle arse cheeks bob invitingly as he crawled over to Duke, the fact that his tan lines made a perfect little white triangle on his butt just made it look all the more sexy to me, and I thought to myself ‘great target’. Bobby stayed on his knees, grabbing Dukes dick with his hand and leaned forward taking Duke’s dick into his mouth, Duke placed his big hand on Bobby’s head pushing the kids mouth further onto his dick ”that’s it white boy you suck that black daddy dick”. As Bobby moaned as he slurped and sucked on Dukes big knob I stood up shucking my shorts releasing my thick veiny dick and picked up the goody bag, I walked over and winked at Duke as I got down behind the kid dropping the bag and pulling his arse cheeks apart, Bobby groaned and moved to look over his shoulder making Duke sneer “you just keep fucking sucking that cock boy”. I could not help but sigh “beautiful!” as I gazed down on the kids hairless sweet little pink fuckhole, it looks so perfectly innocent, Duke smirked “nice?”, I broadly grinned “fucking lovely my friend”, I ran my finger over the kids pussy hole and was delighted to see it pucker in response, I spat on it and bobby squirmed and groaned and spread his knees as I slid my index finger in the his hot little hole and chuckled “it seems our new pig boy likes his pussy being played with!”, Dukes sneered “fuck yeah” and then pulling the lads mouth of his dick “that right boy, you like things up your shitter”, Bobby moaned “Yes Sir!” before plunging his mouth back onto Dukes dick as I fingered his sweet little cunt. I pulled my finger out of the kids clit and delighted in seeing it pucker and pulse as the boy moaned exasperated that his hole was now empty, I ran my hand over his lovely bubble butt “don’t worry boy you won’t be empty for long” and I opened our goody bag pulling out the Tina enriched jar of lube, I dipped my finger into it getting a nice big scoop of it on my finger before gently applying it only his hole and pushing it inside, digging in deep before removing my finger and picking a nice sized lump of Tina from the goody bag and winking at Duke who place both hands on Bobby's head ready to hold fast. I placed my hand on the small of the boys back and pushed the lump into the boy’s cunt with the other. We held Bobby firm as he bucked and writhed at the lump fizzed and dissolved in his hole, the burn really hit the kid hard, he started sweating profusely and flushed bright red, gagging on Dukes dick, I could feel the boys anal muscles clench and spasm as they tried to expel the Tina, but I kept my finger firmly up the boy butt as the chems were absorbed sneering sternly “stay fucking still slut!”. After a little while the kids breathing started to settle down, and I could feel his pussy relaxing round my finger so I pushed another one in along side making the boy moan and wiggle his butt as I gently finger fucked him and he started to slurp and suck on Dukes fat dick as Duke laughed “fuck yeah pig boy bobby”

Part 13: The Alley Michael: “Happy New Year.” Scott said before Viktor pulled him in for a long passionate kiss. Tommy broke off his own kiss with Greg and raised his glass. “Cheers, everyone!” Michael forced a smile. He didn’t really want to be here. Stuck with two couples on New Years Eve. But it wasn’t like he had any other offers. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened on his trip out of town. Five men, including the gaunt stranger, had fucked him that night. His ass had been sore for days afterwards. But he had felt something else as well. A hunger. A craving. He wanted that feeling again. He looked up and saw David from the gym. The personal trainer didn’t even notice him. Some twink was cozying up to him and the personal trainer was clearly going to give the boy what he wanted. The same thing that Michael wanted. “Be right back, guys.” He said. The bar had a smoker’s courtyard and, with the weather being so cold, it was the quietest place available. Michael pulled out his phone and dialled Seb’s number. “We’re sorry this number is disconnected or not in service at this time… “ the recording said. Michael hung up and put his phone away. Michael had tried the number at least 15 or 20 times in the last couple weeks since the night in the bathhouse. He knew what the result would be, but he found himself trying again and again. Hoping against hope for a pleasant surprise. But no. Seb seemed to have disappeared completely. Stepping back inside, Michael headed for the men’s room. The line there was too long so he slipped out the service door into the alley. He stepped into the shadow and pulled out his dick to take a piss. “Looks like I’m not the only one who thought the line was too long.” “Oh… hey Tommy. “ A bit late to be embarrassed now. The twink stepped up alongside him. Close. Michael could smell the alcohol on his breath. The kid should have stopped an hour ago. He was cute though. Michael had always thought the twink too flamboyant for his tastes… but, right now, Michael thought his friend just looked incredibly sexy. Tommy: Tommy’s eyes trailed down Michael’s body to his open fly and licked his lips. He had always wanted a taste of that dick. Or better yet, to feel it inside him. Michael might not seem quite as beautiful as he had once been. But Tommy still thought he was gorgeous. Just like the guys he had crushes on in school. The ones who tormented and beat him up. He had hated them, but wanted them to like them. Feared them but lusted them. Like those high school crushes, however, Michael had never shown any interest. Tommy had seen the guys Michael went for. And they didn’t look like him. Michael hooked up with and then discarded guys like Victor… not skinny “twinks” like himself. So Tommy had just settled for watching him from afar. Sneaking glances in the showers at the gym if they happened to be there together. But there was something different tonight. Something he couldn’t quite figure out. Tommy pulled out his cock. He was more than half hard and not just because he had to pee. Two streams of piss hit the wall. When the piss stopped, however, neither man put his dick away. Yes. There was something different going on tonight, Tommy thought. And he felt strangely fearless. Michael: Michael found his own eyes sliding down Tommy’s body. To the crotch where the twink’s dick hung out of his fly. The kid’s slim frame only made the dick look even larger. Tommy brazenly reached out and wrapped his fingers around Michael’s dick and slowly started to stroke. “Damn. I’ve always wanted to do this.” “Um… Tommy… what about Greg?” “Don’t worry so much.” Tommy whispered. “We have an open relationship. Plus what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?” The logic made sense to Michael. He stretched his own fingers out and wrapped around the big dick hanging out of Tommy’s tight jeans. The slim man look startled but his dick grew even harder. Michael’s mouth was watering. He was so damn horny. He wanted that dick — wanted to suck it, wanted to feel it inside him. But how would the kid react? Tommy’s reputation as a power bottom was almost as infamous as Michael’s own reputation - well deserved until recently - as a total top. Michael knew he had changed, that he had crossed a line that night in the bathhouse. But this was different. This was someone he knew. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just how horny he felt, or just that craving he felt inside. But he decided nothing else mattered. Just the craving. He slowly bent over and took Tommy’s turgid dick into his mouth. “Fuck!” Tommy hissed. But he didn’t push Michael away. Michael could taste a strange musky saltiness. Piss, he realised. The last few drops of piss hadn’t quite dripped from the drunk twink’s dick. His tongue swirled around the cockhead, savouring the flavour. He breathed deeply. Enjoying the smell of Tommy’s crotch. The lad had been on the dance floor earlier so he was sweaty in his tight jeans. Tommy: This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Michael was a top. Everyone said so. Tommy wondered for a moment if he had slipped in the dark alley and hit his head. Maybe this was all a delusion. No. The sensations he was feeling were real. That really was Michael Christian sucking his dick. As impossible as that seemed. Tommy’s precum was flowing freely. and he had a hand on Michael’s head. He wasn’t going to last for long. His breath was ragged. His muscles tightening. And them Michael pulled away. Letting the dick slide from his mouth. Tommy groaned. He had been close. Very close. Michael: The dick felt so good, tasted so good, but Michael wanted something else. Something more. Sucking Tommy’s dick had only made that longing in his hole worse. Like an itch. With just one way to scratch it. Michael unfastened his pants and pushed them down his thighs, his naked ass glinted slightly in the pale moonlight. He looked over his should and Tommy’s jaw had, quite literally, dropped. But he still didn’t protest as Michael backed his naked ass back up. Lining his hole up with that beautiful shaft. Wincing slightly as the twink’s hips pushed forward. Instinctively. Too horny - and too drunk … and too inexperienced as a top — to be gentle. Two inches buried themselves in Michael’s dry hole. Michael moaned. God! He needed this. He felt whole. Complete. Topping another guy had never felt so good, so right, as having another man inside you. And — at least at this moment — didn’t care if someone heard him. Tommy: The twink’s hips were thrusting. He wanted to cum so bad. He had never really been interested in topping but this felt good. Hell yes, it felt so good. And the fact that it was Michael Christian — total top, the guy who reminded him of those guys in high school — that just made it feel even better. “I’m gonna shoot!” “Do it Tommy.” Michael encouraged him. “Don’t stop. Give it to me.” “Oh shit… here it comes. Take it!” Tommy opened his mouth. Wordlessly. His cock spasming. Unable to stop his hips slamming into Michael’s ass repeatedly. Filling his friend’s ass with his seed. Finally his body slowed. His muscles relaxing but his breathing still ragged. “Tommy? Michael?” A voice said from the door leading into the alley. “What the hell?” Michael: Michael’s turned and his face went pale. Greg stood in the doorway. He tried to stand up but Tommy didn’t move. “Greg… sweetie…” The twink stammered, his cock deflating in Michael’s ass. “This isn’t what it looks like.” Greg raised an eyebrow, glanced back into the club to make sure no one else was following him, them stepped into the alley closing the door behind him. “Oh, I think it is perfectly obvious that it is EXACTLY what it looks like.” Greg said, frowning. His tight white T-shirt was stretched over his pecs. It was pulled up just enough that one of his tattoos was visible as the muscles in his arm twitched. The construction worker stepped closer. Michael didn’t want to fight. He was quite sure he would lose. Then Greg laughed. “Fuck. you two should see your faces.” Michael breathed a sigh of relief. “You aren’t mad? I thought you were going to kill me.” “Mad? No. Shocked as hell. But not mad.” He put a calloused hand on Michael’s ass. “This is pretty hot really. My power bottom boyfriend just fucked your ass, dude. I've told him before that he should share that dick of his. But I thought you were a ‘total top’?” “What can I say.” Michael turned his head and gave Tommy a wink. The twink still stood, in shock, right behind him. “He has a fantastic cock.” “I’m rather fond of it myself.” Tommy said wryly. He finally stepped back, pulling his softened dick from inside Michael. “So. The real question is: is this a private party or can anyone join in?” Greg smiled. His hand sliding down Michael’s butt and into his crack. Feeling his boyfriend’s cum dripping out of the hole. “I see that you are already lubed up.” Michael didn't think words were necessary. He reached out a hand and caressed the front of Greg’s jeans. Feeling the hardness there. Yes. He wanted another cock in him. He wanted to keep feeling the sensation of getting powered. Bred. He bent forward a bit more. His ass raising up, clearly on offer. Greg just smiled and unbuttoned his jeans. Viktor: “Where have you guys been?” Scott said. “It’s been ages.” Viktor looked up to see Michael, Tommy, and Greg returning to the table. Michael just shrugged. “Lines in the men’s room are obscene tonight.” Viktor raised an eyebrow. The three men looked a bit… what was the word… disheveled. Had something gone on between them? No. Couldn’t be. Still, he told himself, maybe it was better not to ask questions. No one spoke for a moment. Everyone seemed lost in their own worlds. Scott leaned into Viktor’s shoulder and breathed a sigh of contentment. It was Tommy who broke the silence. “Oh. I was going through my phone today and saw this picture from Halloween, do you remember it?” “Viktor has it framed at the apartment.” Scott offered. Michael stared at the picture but didn’t say anything. Viktor knew the other man was comparing how he had looked two months ago with how he looked now. He felt a bit guilty. This was because of the bargain he had made with Zburător, a bargain he had tricked Michael and Scott into joining. Still, age caught up with everyone in the end. And Viktor wouldn’t give up the relationship he had fallen into with Scott for anything. Viktor had told his lover that he was positive, if not how it came about, and Scott had said he didn’t care. “It’s been a strange few months.” Viktor said. He took a last look at the picture before Tommy put the phone away.

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Ginger was kneeling on the bed fingering his hole as Duke got his slam ready for him, I had to grin “fuck this boy is eager to be a whore”, the kid pulled on his dick licking his lips “yeah I am, always fantasised about it”, Duke grabbed the boys arm and tied the tourniquet around it “don’t you worry boy after this no more fantasies”, the kid took a deep breathe as the needle stuck into him. Ginger collapsed onto the bed coughing a series of dry hacking coughs as the slam rode through his body, the coughing subsidised the kids eyes widened and he sighed running his hands over his cute little muscle bod. Duke climbed onto the bed grabbing Ryan’s ankles spreading the lads legs wide and aiming his ebony cock at the kids little pucker “yeah chicky you want me to fuck your little white boy arse don’t ya?”, ginger groaned licking his lips while his eyes were glued to Dukes big black cock pulling his legs back whining “yes fuck me please”, I leaned over the boys body watching as Duke rubbed his cock head over the kids quivering cunt, I swear I could see gingers hole pulse with want and need! Ginger let out a little wail of pleasure as Duke pushed his cock against the boys ring forcing it to spread wide open under the pressure , I just loved watching as my friends big black cock pushed deep into the kids arse with one push and started fucking right away. Ryan started making little cooing noises and holding onto Dukes big strong arms as his hole got reamed out deeper that it probably had before and definitely much wider by the way his pink pussy lips began to turn red. Duke grunted a deep rough sigh as he ground his hips in an exaggerated way making sure his cock defiled previously uncharted areas of gingers cunt “oh yeah chicky that’s right you use your cunt muscles to milk my dick”, before pulling out a bit and slamming back in fucking the kid good and hard accompanied my the squelching sounds of the boys arse juices that were flowing freely. I clicked off a few pictures texting them to Carlo’s when Duke pulled his cock out of the boys cunt, showing it shiny and dripping with clear mucus after the slut had anal orgasmed yet again, plus a few of the kids leaking gaping pussy hole as Duke pushed his dick back up it. Duke was literally grinding his cock into Ryan so hard now that that even I thought he would split the boy in two and ginger was loving it, his hands where holding onto Dukes back as he got ploughed, Duke growled spitting into the kids open mouth “oh yeah chicky here is comes, take this dirty load you fucking slut!” hmmmm so i have a question for my next part, its a choice ----- a trip into a whorehouse or a trip in daddy's control???????????????? he first 5 have it

I led my kid to the bedroom and kissed him “I have to go help Duke, you did good today boy”, Bobby looked at me smiling broadly “I did Daddy?”, I grinned “oh course you did son, you got Ryan here for Duke”, even though the boy was smiling he looked a bit sheepish “yes I did Daddy”, I laughed as I gave bobby some juice to drink “yes you did little lad you brought your friend to be a good boy just like you”, the chems in the juice worked quickly and he literally went out like a light. I tucked my boy into bed knowing I could leave him to sleep as I stripped and went to join Duke. As I walked across to Dukes room I could hear a series of loud thwacks and muffled whimpers, upon entering the room I was greeted with the sight of Ryan on the bed, ball gagged, hands cuffed behind his knees and his arse raised high as Duke was spanking his big butt bright red, Duke paused when he saw me enter the room, dipped his finger into the pot of tina laced lube and fingered it roughly into the boys hole “oh yes chicky you love it”, I looked at the kids face, tears and snot smeared all over it but his eyes did say it all, he loved it. “giving him more already eh?”, Duke grinned wildly “yeah only a little so far, chicky said he wanted to try it”, I laughed “nice!” as I grabbed the kids hair pulling his face up and slapped my cock on it adding my precum to the mess already there “so the boy’s an eager whore?”, Duke removed his fingers from the kids hole showing me the mucus dripping off them “fuck yeah he anal orgasmed as soon as I shoved my finger in his cunt!”, I grunted as I pushed my finger into the ginger boys eager twat enjoying the tight but sloppy wet hole, I exhaled “beautiful he’ll be loving dick in him then”. Duke climbed off the bed and opened his goody bag “yeah and he will be getting plenty, once Carlos gets him”, I raised my eyebrows “so the kids going to be a whore?”, as Duke prepared the slam’s he laughed “yeah the boy wants it”, now that did take me by surprise and I pulled the gag out of gingers mouth “that right boy? You wanna be a whore?” the kid blinked as spit dribbled out of the corner of his mouth “fuck yeah Sir!” A few minutes later Duke and I stood enjoying the rush of our slams as ginger knelt on the floors doing his best to suck both of us, Duke sighed “fuck the kid is definitely a cockhound!” I grinned laughing "yeah and he ain't been slammed yet!"

Duke was padding round the apartment looking at himself in the mirrors at every opportunity making me laugh “hey chill out you look good!”, Duke flexed his pecs raising his eyebrows in a quite sinister way “you think he’ll like me?”, I had to smirk “like he has a choice”, Duke broke out into a wide grin “true, hey time to go” My boy walked into the living room and I had to smile as I rubbed my crotch my boy was looking hot as fuck especially with the Mohawk haircut I had given him earlier, not that he had been too keen on it at the time, in fact I’d had to show him what happens when a boy fucks off his Dad and you could see from the way he was walking that the good hiding I’d given had been effective. The kid shuffled his feet and bit his lip “I’m really very sorry Daddy”, I shrugged my shoulders “I know you are boy, but who knows best?” he bowed his head “you do Daddy”, I smile and gave him a kiss on the forehead “that’s right boy, and don’t you forget it”. The kid looked uncomfortable sitting all the way to the airport and to me that was just fine because he has to learn after all. Ryan was indeed as cute as a button, a very short little red haired muscle boy who looked in awe at Dukes bulk as the big black man draped his arm over his shoulder leading him to the van, he looked quizzically at Bobby “who are these guys?”, Duke grinned showing off his gold teeth his voice like rich smooth chocolate “we’re Bobby’s new best friends chicky, and yours too now”. Turns out Ryan was not quite as naïve as Bobby was, though that was not so hard to imagine really and ‘ginger’ was soon chatting eagerly in the back swigging a bottle of beer as Duke flirted with him shamelessly, I heard a giggle “I’ve done it once and always wanted try it again” I looked in the rear view mirror to see Duke lighting the pipe and blowing clouds then holding it out to ginger egging the boy on low and smooth who took it and sucked on it blowing out clouds like a seasoned pro. By the time we got back the apartment Duke had partially ravaged ginger, the boy only had his flip flops and cargo shorts still on his lips a little red from the copious amount of kissing Duke had been doing to the lad, I had to admit his body was very good not as bulky as bobby’s more lean and sculpted. Once in the apartment I grinned as Bobby and Ryan shared the pipe giggling and making out with each other between blowing clouds as Duke and I watched them with sheer lustful gazes. I pulled bobby away, ripping his vest top off before giving him a deep kiss as I undid the kids shorts, they fell to the floor as I twisted Bobby round squeezing and feeling his tits, cock and balls, ginger just whispered “wow” and looked on agog wide eyed with morbid fascination as his friend was molested by a big hairy brute easily old enough to be his dad or even grandfather. Duke moved in on ginger, the new boy hardly flinched as Duke started to rub the lads tented shorts “you like that chicky? Like watching Bobby boy being touched like that?” I watched over Bobby’s shoulder as I continued to feel him up as ginger nodded gasping “fuck yeah”, Duke fed ginger kid the pipe again before pulling the boy up mirroring our positions, Duke put his mouth close to Ryan’s ear as his slipped his hands round gently massaging gingers ample pecs “you want to be felt up like that don’t ya boy?”, redhead gurgled and nodded his eyes never leaving the sight of Bobby loving being felt up by me as Duke slid his hands down Ryan’s naval undid the button on Ryan’s shorts and pushed them down until they slipped and fell to his ankles, I had to grin as Duke grabbed the boys balls squeezing them hard as he stuck his tongue in the nippers ear “bobby is a little bitch fuck boy now chicky and your going to be one too!” Ryan’s eyes widened but he did not react in any other way to that comment except to groan and gasp as Duke slapped him on his bubble butt hard grinning and sneering “follow me boy”, ginger gulped but slowly stepped out of his shorts and followed Duke like a little puppy dog.

I squeezed Bobby’s balls hard enjoying him squirming on my lap trying to retain composure as he chatted to his pal Ryan on the phone “aww c’mon dude, its great here”, he covered the mouthpiece on the phone “he says no cash”, I nodded whispering “we’ll pay, tell him you’ll put it on your credit card”. A few minutes later Bobby was grinning as Ryan readily agreed to be on the plane later that day, he hung up the phone and leaned in to kiss me “he’s coming daddy”, as me and the kid shared a nice long sloppy wet kiss Duke grunted jovially “oh he’ll be cumming chicky and paying for that flight with his arse, just like you!” Carlos is one of the guys that epitomises the stereotypical Spanish Daddy, big gut, hairy, very sweaty with a big bushy handlebar moustache, everything a Spanish daddy should be except he was born in London and had a cockney accent that 15 years living in Spain had not diminished. Carlos was swigging beer out of a bottle and had a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth as I let him into the apartment; he smirked and grinned as Duke fed Bobby the pipe “just warming the kid up eh?” I laid it out there and then “I want the boys tits, ears and boycock pierced”, Carlos traced his finger up Bobby’s ab’s who shivered under his touch, Carlos chewed on his cigar “gold or silver?”, I looked at Bobby, taking in his deep tan, bright blue eyes and brassy blond hair “gold for sure”, Carlos got his bag “gold’s expensive bro”, I smirked and pushed the kid onto his back on the table, lifting his legs back to show his pink swollen cunt off to Carlos “only the best for my boy”, Carlos rubbed his impressive cock through his shorts “nice, I could pimp him easily?”, I laughed “no no Carlos this boy is mine for always” and picked up the kids phone showing him the picture of sweet little ginger Ryan “once Dukes done with him you can have that” Carlos looked at the picture as my boy slid off the table, got on his knees and undid Carlos’s shorts making the man gasp as my boy started sucking “pity he’s ginger I am over stocked with ginger at the mo”, Duke grabbed the phone off Carlos “well I like ginger and may keep him so lets see what else Ted’s boy has to offer!”, I grinned as my boy started to suck on Carlos’s log of a cock “you sure you don’t wanna sell this one?”, I rubbed my boys head “No he’s mine”. The sun glistened off my boys earrings in the early afternoon sun as he groaned and grunted as Carlos’s big slick cock reamed out his cunt, I pulled on the boys engorged newly pierced nips “your such a good boy making daddy proud”, the kid purred “thank you Daddy”, I kissed my boy toy on the forehead as his phone beeped, I picked it up winking at Duke “seems Ryan has just checked in”, Duke grinned as he slipped his cock into my boys mouth “good, I am eager to chem. and poz his lil white muscle butt!”.

2012-05-23 I had not planned on spending more that 20 or thirty minutes here, I thought to myself. Get in, get the stuff (with a little bartering), and get out. Now I was staring up at the ceiling into the mirror that my host (and meth dealer) Gary had so wisely placed above the leather sling I now found myself fastened into. The leather hood I was wearing let me see, breathe and gave others access to my mouth. The black leather is supple, and I saw myself in the mirror, the rainbow studded leather collar, harness and matching jock on my 155 lb frame; I liked what I saw, how my legs and arms were spread and tied to the sling's chains - immobile and subject to whatever would happen. I thought back to what I had met Gary three months ago, and I don't know why I was surprised this was happening to me; in the first twenty minutes after meeting him, it was obvious that he was twisted (in the good kind of way). A friend of mine, Steve, introduced me to Gary because I was having so much trouble finding a reliable source for tina. We drove to Gary's house one Friday afternoon so Steve could vouch for me when we started dealing. The first sight I had of Gary was a memorable one. He came to his front screen door dressed in his harness and chaps. He swaggered a bit, looking oh so hot as his black leather chaps framed his thick, half erect cock as it was swinging back and forth. His cock was decorated nicely with a thick shiny silver cock ring and an impressively large PA. He met my eyes and we had one of those moments when you know you're going to end up fucking. Still, I tried to keep it business, allowing Steve to do all the talking. Gary invited us downstairs to his "office" to complete our business. The "office" was a large basement room with a padded floor, a leather sling a bed, - all made more inviting by the dim red track lights which covered the whole room. He sat at a table, arranging things for the deal. I told him what I wanted and he weighed it out for me, bagged it, and then asked me if I was a cop. I laughed, and said "Hell no." He smiled at me, then said "A cop wouldn't suck my cock would he?" "No I guess, not" I laughed. He remained serious and said "Want to convince me?" Gary was sitting on a chair stoking his hardening prong as he spoke to me. I didn't know if he was really was serious or not, but I figured what the hell, and knelt between his legs and took his big tool in my mouth. The PA was clicking a little on my teeth, but I kept going. Gary was encouraging me and Steve just watched. Gary whispered in my ear that he'd give me some bonus product if I finished him off, and I eagerly agreed, and began to worship his beautiful tool, which now stood full mast at 8" long and slightly less thick than a beer can. I wasn't going anywhere. Eventually I finished him off, got the product from him and Steve and I left that day as I was the attraction at a gang bang at a local hotel (another story). A week later, I called up Gary and told him I'd like to stop by, but I'd be alone this time. He said "Sure, I'll see you when you get here." I arrived at his place 30 minutes later, and he came to the door looking much the same as last time, which made me hot for him to use that big cock of his on me again. We went down to the office again, and proceeded with the deal. Once Gary had it all weighed out, he started to hand it to me, but stopped short. "How'd you like to prove you're not a cop again?" "Absolutely" I said, kneeling down and engulfing him as he chuckled "Fucking tina whore." That turned me on incredibly - being a tweaking bottom slut with my dealer's big 8" cock in my mouth. I heard the sound of a torch being lit, and he nudged my cheek to give me a hit off his bong. Just the first thick hit of tina smoke was enough to put me at his mercy, but we kept smoking and recycling the hits to each other until we were flying pretty high. He offered me a glass of punch, saying "Drink this, it's G. You'll like it." I eagerly did whatever he told me to, drinking the G down quickly and then going back to work on his cock. His wonderfully thick dick responded quickly and he was hard as a rock in no time - no tina dick for Gary. "You like to get fucked, isn't right Jim?" he asked. "Fuck yes" I said. "I'd love it if you fucked me - I've been thinking about that for a week now." He ordered me on the bed, all fours style, and after lubing my hole with some elbow grease, slid that marvelous tool into my ass-pussy to the hilt in one motion. "Fuck yeah!" we both erupted at once. We fucked for at least an hour and a half, with Gary depositing two loads in my ass before I steadied myself to leave. "There's a little extra in the bag" he said. "See you next week, I suppose." "Great" I answered and with a little wobbliness, walked to my car. The deals with Gary had been going according to that general theme for these last three months. It even developed into a little role playing scene, like I was giving him sex for meth. I was paying, of course, but the scene of him using me as a cum dump as a payment for meth turned us both on immensely. The sex was always white hot - in our little scene he saw that I liked being called degrading names and made to feel that I was completely his to use as he wanted. He so naturally assumed the Dominant role and I the submissive one, that I truly wouldn't call it role playing. It was the first three months of one of the hottest affairs I've ever had. So here I am today, looking up at leathered and bound self, unable to get out of the sling, close my legs or keep anything from entering my mouth. I was a little uneasy, this kind of thing being new to me, but horny beyond description, my ass was tingling from the little bit of tina we'd smoked, and I wanted Gary to fill it as soon as possible. But Gary had left the room after tying me into the sling, he put a poppers soaked cotton ball in the little pouch of the hood as well; my head was swimming and I began to realize Gary had been gone nearly half an hour. I chuckled a little - why was I surprised at being on the altar here in this scarlet tinted dungeon shrine to gay piggish sex? A total slut, tied spread eagle in a sling, unable to move or even scratch my balls, smelling nothing but the amyl, and hearing nothing but fuck-me fuck-me fuck-me techno music in the room. It was all making me hornier by the second! Hell, I realized I wasn't surprised at where I was at all, but realized I loved being here - here, like this - it's just what I am. I am, and always have been a submissive bottom for tops to use and subjugate. I took my first cock at a very young age, and loved it. I just naturally love it when men use me. I love to party, take cocks bareback, get fisted, drink cum and piss and of course, am HIV+ - your typical pussy white bottom. So I was eager when I heard footsteps on the stairs finally, and I began to get excited, thinking about nothing but how I was going to give my hole and mouth completely to worship Gary's big cock. I detected more than one set of footsteps coming down the stairs. Since I had no view of the stairs, I had to wait until whoever they were came around to the foot of the sling to see them. Gary stood, his ringed and PA'ed cock protruding from his crotch, the look of it teasing my itchy hole by its absence. Two men had arrived with him. One was black and was older, maybe late forties, a big thick cock like Gary's (no PA), and moderately hairy, but naked except for his black boots red and black leather bands around his biceps, pierced nipples and lots of tats, 6'4" 230, shaved head, goatee with braids, (with an huge earring that made me think of Mr Clean); his dark brown eyes were piercing directly into mine - he smiled the smile of a conqueror. Gary later addressed him as Stick, and further identified him as his supplier from Dallas. I licked my lips as I stared back. The other man was Black-Mexican, late 30's or early 40's, 6'4, maybe 200 lbs, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses a baseball cap and a leather harness around his incredible cock (thicker than Gary's - later I'd find out it was 10" with an 8" circumference). Gary spoke first saying "This is my cunt", clearly referring to me. "He thinks he likes to get high on tina and have his sloppy slut hole and mouth used. You'll enjoy him, but first we need to teach him how to really do tina. Here cunt, drink this" handing me the usual G-laced cola. I drank it down without hesitation. With that, Mr Clean produced several orange tipped syringes full of fluid. He was an intimidating looking man, but he softened his expression and assured me as he began to swab my arm - he had a smooth voice, saying "Just stay still. You'll feel a coughing sensation, it's normal, you'll love it - wait for the ride, ok cunt?" "Yes sir," I answered. With a firm grip he steadied my right arm, fixed a tourniquet on it and uncovered the needle. He was confident and smooth, hitting a vein and drawing blood back into the syringe with one motion, then pushing the liquid into my bloodstream steadily until the rig was empty, and just as quickly slapped a bandaid over the spot as he withdrew the needle. It was my first slam ever. I can't find the words to describe what I felt like that first time; after the cough, my ears began ringing and a rush of pleasure and what I can only say is the emotional state of extreme horniness overwhelmed me; I couldn't focus my eyes, my asshole actually started to burn intensely - not with pain, but pure lust. All I wanted was cock - in my mouth, in my pussy, and over and over again. I guess the Mex-Black guy (his name was Pedro) and Gary slammed at the same time I did; as soon as Stick was finished he slammed himself. I was awash in such an intense wave of carnal desire, so willing to give myself for the pleasure of these men that I could not imagine what I would not do to please them, or to satisfy what was now a raging overpowering piggyness. I began chanting "Fuck me, please sir fuck me" over and over again. Gary stuck his cock into my mouth from above, oozing more pre-cum than I've ever seen someone put out. I greedily took his cock in my mouth, but he pushed in all the way down my throat, smiling evilly at me as he said "You're going to be my good little junkie cunt and satisfy my friends, right?" "MMMHHHMMM" was all I could utter. Gary took his cock out so I could breathe - I gagged a little but begged for more. I was flying and my hole was hungry to get fucked. Stick stood rubbing his cock on my hole's opening, jamming wads of lube up my chute and smearing lube all over my hole and butt. He said nothing to me, just looked me in the eye as he slammed his big cock into my pussy ass. Oh God, it felt so good, his thick hard cock, hot inside me and sawing in and out of my bottom faster and faster. He paused a few times, but said nothing to me. I was still swallowing Gary's cock. He held his cock in me for a few seconds then pulled it out, leaving my hole open. I began to moan and wiggle by ass in an attempt to beg for him to put it back in again. Instead, Pedro with his 10x8 monster moved in and began to fuck me silly. He got very verbal, especially about my being a shameless junkie puta for black cock and little fag who was a cum dump for real men. He slapped my ass several times, ordering me to show him how much I love his big black prick as he held still and I slid my pussy up and down his pole as the sling's pendulum motion impaled me on his beautiful cock over and over. Gary and Pedro skewered me for sometime - I have no idea how long - until Gary began to quicken his pace and shot the first load of the evening onto my belly, some of which Pedro raked immediately into my cunt. Gary fed me the rest, and kept fucking my mouth as I sucked his cock clean and swallowed his cum. "Yeah," Pedro taunted me - "fucking cum drinking pussy. You little bitch, you want some more? I'm breeding you right.....now!" And Pedro pounded my ass with violent, quick and full strokes of his 10" of manhood, shooting all of his huge load inside me, continuing to thrust as his jizz made my sloppy ass squish with every stroke. As Pedro pulled out, he moved to my mouth and had me clean his cock as Stick took his place in my ass with his big cock. He was harder than Pedro and fucked slower, using full measured thrusts as he gazed into my eyes. "You like what's happening to you, cunt?" I moaned in affirmation. Stick continued saying "Yeah, I love fucking a real true bottom like you. You love getting fucked don't you." "MMMHHHMMM," I moaned again. Once Pedro's cock was clean, he and Gary smoked a joint as Stick took his time with my ass. "Your hole feels so wide open and ready for stretching. Gary said you'd be a complete pig for getting your ass opened up. I like fucking pussies like you. It turns me on to own a pussy like you and see you take cock like a bitch. Everyone thinks you're a man but you're really a horny little fag who loves to get his ass fucked and be a real man's little bitch." I stared at him hungrily. His dirty, humiliating talk was making me into more and more of the bitch he was calling me. "I get off using a shameless junkie bottom pig like you. You don't care what we do as long as we fuck you right, cunt" he slammed his big cock in my hole. I thrusted back, moaning, "Yes, Sir, I'm your cunt." "You have a nice cunt, so hungry." Stick whispered. "Gary says you whore to get tina, is that right?" he asked. "I like playing like I do," I answered, "it's hot to imagine begging my dealer to put my cunt for sale so I can get high." "I'll bet you would whore for tina if you had the chance, cunt like you would do anything to get a cock in his pussy, right?" "Yes Sir, I suppose so, I've always thought that it is hot to get paid when a guy fucks me." "So you have been paid by guys who fucked you? That's so fucking raunchy, cunt, and I love it! You're really just a cheap fucking whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. I was filled with cock and being told what a whore I was." "Awesome! You cunt, I'm going to show you what a real fucking is. You ready to whore for me tonight for real?" "Fuck yeah" I said, grinding my cunt on his cock. "I have two guys who are going to pay $20 to fuck your mouth and pussy - they think you're neg and that you are getting pozzed this weekend. I think there will be at least five more tonight too. I keep all the money and pay you in tina. What do you say to that?" "I don't think I've ever been so hot to get fucked in my whole life, Sir." "OK, cool cunt, now shut the fuck up for the rest of the evening - I mean it. You're just my hole to pimp out." I nodded. Stick fucked me hard and fast, and gave me his load, filling my hole as he looked down on me with a nasty smile. His cock stayed hard and I was gyrating on it as Gary and Pedro came over after finishing their joint. They asked Stick if he told me about his plan to pimp me out. "Look at the way he's pumping on my dick, he's so hot and ready to be my cheap little whore" Stick said. Gary untied me from the sling and allowed me to get on the bed. Pedro had sat down and I mounted his cock facing away from him, taking Stick's cock into my mouth. Pedro took my legs and spread them, and Gary slipped his fat cock into my cunt next to Pedro's. As Stick fed my mouth with his cock, there was the sound of a doorbell. Gary bellowed, "Come on in, down in the basement." Soon two tall lanky twenty-something guys witnessed the three of them stuffing me with cock. "Look at that whore we're going to fuck, looks like he loves cock" one said, and they both began to strip. "Who's Stick? It was Twenty for both of us, right?" someone asked, to which Stick replied "I'm Stick, and yes, it's $20 for each of you. Okay guys, let's let these two studs have the cunt, since they're paying for it" whereupon Gary and Pedro disengaged themselves from the mattress. "He wants both our poz loads, right?" one of the new guys asked. "Yeah, fuck yeah, the cunt's yours to use. Breed his cunt all you want" said Stick. I was moaning in anticipation. The darker of the two young guys took his shorts off, letting his nice thick dick go free. I immediately sucked it into my mouth. I was on all fours on the bed, and the other kid started rubbing my hole with lube. "How many loads so far, fag?" "Three" Stick answered for me. "Cunt doesn't use his mouth for talking." The guy at my pussy shoved his bare cock into me as he slapped my ass. "You like my hard cock, you pussy ass faggot?" I clenched my hole around his cock as I took the other kid's cock down my throat held it there and gently bobbed on it. We fucked like that for 20 or 30 minutes, as Gary, Stick and Pedro just watched, occasionally commenting on what a good little prostitute I was - God, I was in heaven. Soon, the guy in my ass nutted loudly taunting me to take his buggy jizz and triumphantly announcing to me that he was converting my sorry ass. He pulled out and switched with the other kid, and soon, he also sprayed a load in my cunt as I cleaned his buddy's cock with my mouth. He slowly pulled out and spread my pussy open to get a look at my loaded ass. "You're going tot get bred a lot more before you're through, cunt. How does it feel to be a cheap ten dollar whore?" I responded by enthusiastically cleaning his cock off. "Fucking fag - you're a hot little cunt, crazy for cock and cum, huh?" I smiled. After the two kids left, Stick came over to me. "It will be about 90 minutes before the next guests arrive. I noticed you don't have any ink. I think you should get a whore tag above your cunt. You can talk, cunt." "I've thought about it, Sir. Seems hot" I answered. "I have my rig in the car, I won't make you, but I think you'd look fucking hot with a nice little whore tag over your cunt" he took me by surprise with that. In a moment I made the decision. "I would love for you to give me a whore tag, Sir." I didn't believe I was saying yes. Stick retrieved his tattoo rig and set up, as I was sucking Pedro again. He showed me a pattern for a red bio-hazard sign over a red and black pinstripe. "Perfect," I agreed. Stick knew what he was doing, and it took about an hour. It was somewhat painful. After he finished, he took a pic of for me. It was like the pattern, eight inches wide and three inches tall, centered over my butt crack. God, I thought it looks hot, right above my cunt, giving the tops something to read as they fucked me. I noticed a detail Stick had added: in the loops of the pinstripe he inserted the letters, Slut Pig, but you had to look close to notice them. He put some ointment on it, as I sucked on Pedro again. I could hear him dialing his phone. "Ok, cunt. Let's get you ready for this group. There are five guys coming over to breed you." Stick tied me up on all fours on the bed. I could move my arms a bit and I could see who would be fucking me in the mirror in front of me. "I'm going to video this and get it on ICU, cool Stick?" Gary said"Hell yeah," Stick said. Ten minutes later six not five guys came down the stairs: five white, one black. Gary escorted them over to Stick, who took their $20 bills as they eyed my upturned cunt, ready to be used. The black guy introduced himself as Darnell. He was 6' 200 and has as thick a cock as I have ever seen. He was first up, but came over to my head, and fed me his cock. "Yeah, take my dick you slut" he ordered me. I was able to take him all, and sucked him for all I was worth, as one of the white guys began unceremoniously fucking my ass with quick violent thrusts. He came quickly, and started watching me suck Darnell. I think he got off more on insulting me for being such whore, than fucking me. Another white man's cock replaced him, bigger this time. He blew quickly too. Three more of the nice looking white guys followed, all loading my cunt with their poz cum. Darnell finally started to fuck me, saying he wasn't gay and not poz, but loved fucking white ass faggots. "You suck dick like a real pro, cunt," he taunted me. "A hell of a lot better than my girlfriend." He was close, as he continued to racially degrade me and ram my ass with his big tool. He'd stop, and make me clench and beg for his cock as I wriggled my ass around his massive log. As he bred me, he bent down and whispered in my ear "I would like to know who you are, man. I'd like to get a lot more of this. Here's my cell number, shoving a paper in my mouth, I'm Darnell, see you later faggot." The six guys left as quickly as they came, and I was left there, all tied-up. Gary came over and put a huge plug in my ass, and untied me. "Ready for another slam, cunt? I think you've earned it." I nodded and started sucking his cock. "Okay, get in the sling, and put your legs up." I complied, whereupon Pedro unceremoniously began shoving wads of crisco into my cunt. I could tell he was going to fist me by how his hands moved, and I huffed on the poppers three or four times, very deeply. He easily plunged his forearm into me half way to his elbow. "Okay, Stick, hit the cunt now" he said, as he slowly twisted his arm in my pussy. Stick found my vein again, and pushed what was .4 gram of meth into my arm. "You'll suck anything after this, won't you?" He leered pervertedly at me as the rush hit me. It was overwhelming, and a little scary, but it evened out quickly. There was nothing in my head except how I could get fucked and used by these three hot twisted Dominant fuckers. I reached down and pulled apart my ass cheeks for Pedro, and he slowly slid his arm to the elbow. "Fucking hot little twisted tweaker you are, cunt. You are a sight to see! Look at what a nasty fucking fag you are - higher that a kite on meth, eleven loads in your cunt, and a big black arm shoved up your pussy hole to the elbow. You really are a total fag aren't you? Ever thought you'd be this much of a shameless slut? God, look at you! Were you ever a man, you little cunt?" The taunting was driving me nuts for more. Stick knew just what to say to push me further. He rudely pinched my tit as he shoved his considerable cock into my mouth and down my throat. I took all I could of his cock and looked up into the mirror, what a fucking sight! Pedro into his elbow and Stick down my throat. Gary had gone upstairs and walked down two blocks to the leather bar - that's what Stick said. Stick got a text from him, and he told me Gary was coming down the stairs soon with three young thuggy looking black guys he met outside the bar. They were selling crack outside the bar, and he told them about this cunt he was using at his place and that I whored for chems, so they eagerly came along. As they arrived downstairs, I thought they looked really sleazy. They stripped naked and stood watching Pedro as he kept fisting my ass to the elbow. They started doing some crack as they watched, offering some to me. I declined, saying "No thanks, man. I'm a tina bitch." From their faces, I know they had never seen anything like what Pedro was doing. One of them, (the thinnest) asked if he could try fisting me too. Pedro slowly pulled out and showed them how - lubing them up as he did. Stick turned on the ICU cam and the first of the black thugs shoved thin his arm into me all the way to the elbow. Pedro said that he should try a second hand, but the thug hesitated. Pedro guided him as to how to insert his second hand. Still he hesitated, but Pedro reassured him "It'll be hot, man. This cunt wants it and can take it, believe me! Just look at how he's moving his ass around - he's totally rutting his sluthole on your arm aching to get more of you into his hole." He slowly slipped his second hand in next to his arm, following Pedro's advice as he was turning and twisting his arms in me slowly. He reached a place of resistance and I huffed on poppers four or five times. I exhaled and he finally broke through with both hands into me. I screamed and pumped my ass more, and he slowly advanced into my bowels, finally getting three quarters of both forearms into me, as Pedro poured on the j-lube. He stayed inside me deep like that for 10 or 15 minutes. Stick moved the cam to catch it all, and Gary fed me poppers and his dick as the thug boy filled my cunt with his slender forearms. The thug stud looked down at his cock, and said he was oozing cum and needed to fuck my ass. Pedro helped him as he slid his arms out of my sloppy, gaping hole. The young stud stood and rammed his meat into me and piston fucked me, taking only forty or fifty strokes to dump his wad in my loose pussy. As he was fucking me, I took one of his thug buddies in my mouth as he hit his crack pipe. The third thug was tweaking my tits and sharing the pipe with his friend, ready to replace the first young stud after he came in my ass. This third kid had a big cock, somewhat like Pedro's. He thrusted his rock hard monster cock easily into me. "God damn, this cunt is so fucking used and sloppy - he's fucking worthless!" he sneered. With that I clenched my sphincter on his thick black cock, almost pulling him into me as I did. "Oh damn," he said, "fuck yeah, bitch, you is a for real whore for black cock, huh bitch?" He fucked me rapidly and rhythmically for 20 or 30 minutes. His buddy took a black magic marker he saw nearby and scrawled "Black Cock Fag" on my stomach. As he wrote, the thug fucking me began to slap my ass. Stick came over and began to speak sternly to me. "Look at that cock in your cunt! Tell me what you are, you whore." I was breathless as I was getting vigorously fucked by hot hung thug boy. I didn't know what to say. Stick slapped my ass hard and said to me, "Say that you're a toxic whore and sleazy white slut for black cock." I said "I'm a sleazy-poz-whore-white-faggot-slut-for-black-cock, Sir." Tell everyone how you let anyone dump his cum in your cunt just so you can ride a needle full of tina." I said, "Yes, Sir. That's right. I'm nothing but a shameless tina whore. I love to suck cock, get fucked and have my cunt loaded up just so I can ride a needle full of tina." Stick grabbed my face and commanded me "Okay cunt, tell us all you're a cheap whore for your meth dealer who pimps you out for ten bucks a fuck." I replied verbatim. "Louder" he barked as he slapped my ass good and hard. I shouted, "My meth dealer whores me out for ten bucks a fuck. And he keeps the money." "And you love it, too, don't you? cunt" Gary asked as he twisted and pinched my tits. The thugs loaded my cunt good before they left, saying they had to get back to making cash. All three paid Stick $20 on the way out. Stick loomed over me and showed me the $200 or so that I had earned for him that night. Stick and Gary fucked me one more time, two last loads to make sweet sixteen for the night.

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.......

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.

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...

No questions - commando. Even bars and other socials.

don't normally comment on stories, but given the length of this one felt i must comment ,great story enjoyed every chapter one of the best ive read on here, hope to see more from you

CHPT 7 - Harold’s Wrath: Another raw dick was breeding my bruised ass, but Curtis’ last, drunk words kept repeating in my head like a broken record, “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 ain’t dones your jobs right.” The group of black guys gang banging me were taking him at his word of no limits as every one of them made sure to lay their hands on me, to add to the swelling around my eye, my bruised neck, cut lip, and more as they shot their charged loads into me. I was left tied up with the duct tape around my wrists and ankles as each of the guys planted a load up my ass, some for the second time since I had joined them in the theater at ROXIES. My cries, screams, and moans mingled in nicely with the chick being banged on the movie screen and my ass was quickly leaking loads and juice as the guys used me for their perverted pleasure. Even though was I was high, I managed to keep track – I thought – of who had fucked me, and knew I would get a break as soon as the guy in my ass now finished. His dick was big, thick, and long like all the rest and intent on doing serious damage. Every thrust in my ass rocked me back and forth, my guts automatically clenching, trying to milk his nutt, “Damn white pussy is gaping yo,” he said to no one in particular as he dug up in me. We were on the cushion in the middle of the group of guys who, now that the initial novelty had worn off, were not all watching us, but talking, partying, and hanging to wait their turn. “I’m a sissy cunt,” was all I could say, which just made him laugh, shake his head, and say, “Yeah you are, that’s for sure. So sissy cunt, ready for some more load up there? Yeah? GGGRRRRRRR……..” My ass felt so empty when he pulled out and I looked around anxiously needing more dick, but at the same time hoping they were done. My hopes were dashed as the short, light skinned guy with mini-dreads threw open the door to the store and came strolling in followed by several more guys who all looked like they just walked off the fucking football field. “Time to tag out boys and get a break, the second shift has arrived!” he yelled and all the guys stood up, whooped, said their hellos, restocked the cooler, lit up fresh smokes and joints. I had learned the short guy was sort of the leader of this twisted pack of souls and everyone called him Unc. Some sort of nick name I guess, and I was too fucked up too ask, and no one felt like they needed to explain. With fresh blood in the pack, Unc kneeled down beside me, rolled me so I was sitting up, turned me around so I was facing the movie screen making me squint and blink from the change in light. “How you doing sissy bitch? Getting that cunt worked out?” I nodded as he jabbed a couple fingers into my hole making my body tense, he then inspected the glistening gobs that clung to his hand in the light of the porn flick, smeared them across my lips and said, “Taste the cum. That’s it. Lick those lips. Savor it – damn you nasty! While my boys get settled, time for me to get mine.” Unc then flipped open a switch blade, sliced through the duct tape, and with an evil grin on his face ripped it off my legs, making me scream as it tore the hair out by the roots. He reached for my arms, slice the tape, but before he could rip it off I quickly snatched them away and started to tease it off myself. Unc grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, helped me up, and staggered me to the far corner where I had been fucked earlier. “Bend over like you were back in the booths. I want to pop that hole,” Unc said. I did as he asked and braced myself with my left hand on the wall, my right hand on my knee, as he tried to pop his dick in through my open hole, but I kept moving. SLAP SLAP SLAP, “STAND THE FUCK STILL!” he yelled as I suddenly felt totally sober and the lancing pain throughout my body made me try to stand back up. Unc tried to grab my neck and choke me to hold me, but he was a bit too short, so he growled in frustration, pushed me hard against the wall and snarled, “Stay the fuck here!” and stomped off. I turned and watched him walk away as he stuffed his dick back in his pants and thought I could make a dash for Harold’s room and lock myself in. But Unc was met by the guy who had dropped his ash on my back when he fucked, and who now headed my way. “Hey,” he said as he got close, “Hit this, and remember – EASY!” I took the blunt he offered, hit it, handed it back, and the pain did not go away, but shifted to the side and I wanted dick. I stepped up to him, grabbed his hand, put it back up to my throat where it had been last time, turned, and silently begged him to fuck me as I ground my hips back against his dick. The guy just laughed, “Damn whore! You already got a couple of my loads swimming around up in there. Besides, Unc’s on deck,” and with that he handed me the joint, then when I was done, left me standing alone in the corner. The sound of the party was pretty loud even standing under the speakers for the movie as the new guys mixed with the old and they all got fucked up and worked up and ready for me. Me. Me. I was…..no, who ‘me’ was did not matter, I just needed some more dick. Unc then appeared through the haze of smoke and light carrying a couple things in his hand. He dropped his supplies in a little pile, put a joint between his teeth, bent down, and picked up a length of rope with some metal rings in it. Unc placed it around my neck nice and tight, wrapped around my neck twice, and trailed a length of it down my back through one of the metal rings. The rope was scratchy, itchy, and rough and I turned around to complain and eyed Unc as he casually held the joint to his lips and squinted through the smoke, slowly wrapped a few lengths of rope around his right hand with a slow, fluid motion. When the rope was taught, he yanked it hard, pulling me right up to him. Unc then blew the smoke in my face, stinging my eyes, and said, “Now SLUT! Bend the fuck back over so I can POP that pussy and you ain’t running this time! Unc yanked the rope hard, pushed me into the corner, and drove his dick towards my dripping hole. I was overcome with need and desire and begged, “CONVERT MY SISSY CUNT, GIVE ME YOUR DICK, CONVERT ME – PLEASE!!!” Unc popped through my hole making me cry out as he told me I was a good sissy and how fucking wet my hole was. The rope around my neck made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t care and continued to beg for his load, which he soon rewarded me with. As I knelt to lick his still hard dick clean he said, “See how much better charged cum tastes? And how much better raw dick feels? You just wait, I’ve guaranteed after tonight you’ll be such a cum starved, black dick hungry whore nothing else will matter except how freaky and nasty they can get up in your hole.” Unc loosed the grip on the rope, let me stand, zipped up his pants, and led me back to the group. “LISTEN UP FELLAS!” Unc yelled as he led me between a couple guys and back into the middle of the group of men, several of whom had their dicks out, stroking, eagerly eyeing me up and down, “I PROMISED YOU A TASTE OF THIS HERE-FINE-PINK-SISSY-CUNT. FUCK THAT! I WANT YOU TO HAVE THE WHOLE FUCKING FEAST! HEAR ME! YOU ARE HERE FOR ONE REASON ONLY – USE THIS BITCH RIGHT AND CONVERT THIS SISSY AND TRAIN THAT PUSSY HOW TO TAKE BLACK DICK THE RIGHT WAY! HEAR ME!” Unc dropped the rope, smiled as he walked past me and grabbed a chair, there was a slight pause and quiet, before the whoops, cat calls, and promises to show me what a black dick was made for began. The rope was quickly snapped up and I was dragged towards the couch so quickly I fell, but they did not stop and tore up my knees on the concrete floor on the way there. I was quickly surrounded by fresh, throbbing dick all eager to be licked and sucked, but first someone stuck a fresh smoke between my lips, which I hit hard before my throat was filled. Not satisfied with just watching me suck dick, they paused long enough to make me stand before stuffing my throat again and slamming my ass. I had cum in my throat, on my face, so many loads up my ass it just kept running out and with every smoke and every dick, I just wanted it harder, deeper, and to feel their loads and hear them tell me how they were knocking me up. I loved how verbal they all were and while I should have felt ashamed, embarrassed or whatever for being used like that it was the exact opposite – I was proud, honored, and used every second to learn how to please a BBC the right way. There was no foreplay, my ass was so open they all could just slam right in from the get go and repeatedly told me how good my pussy felt. At some point someone took the rope off, I guess they realized when I was pushing back to meet every thrust I had no plans to run, and I was fucked on the couch, bent over chairs, held up my a couple guys, taken back to the corner where I was slapped around and bruised more by a couple guys who wanted a rough rape, and more. I was given various smokes, beer, and a couple times had the piss literally fucked out of me, which was the wildest sensation. I guess Curtis knew what he was doing not letting me eat as more than once as someone in the gang remarked how clean and wet my ass was – just charged nutt, pussy juice, and red streaks. It seemed like all the guys were taking a break at the same time and I was so fucking hungry for dick, I was walking through the group trying to grab dick and entice somebody – anybody – to fuck me. Unc chuckled, “Jesus, you a hungry slut ain’t you? Well you just wait. Tonight’s special will be here soon.” I didn’t know what that meant so took the joint he offered, hit it, and continued on my quest for more dick. Several minutes later as the tall guy who had first fucked me gave me another load, Unc walked up, dropped the rope at my feet and said to the tall guy, “Put this on him and finish up. He’s here.” The tall guy spurted in my ass, put the rope around my neck super tight and when I tried to adjust it slapped me hard on the side of the head before roughly dragging me back to the group. Unc handed me a new joint and said, “This one is tight shit – hit it HARD – you will need – no WANT - to be high for this.” I did as he ordered, went to hand it back but he just waved for me to keep smoking so I did, and quickly started to spin out, felt so fucking hot, my guts clenched and cum ran down my legs in torrents as Unc spoke. “LISTEN UP. THE NIGHT’S FAR FROM FUCKING OVER, BUT WE GOT OURSELVES A SPECIAL GUEST DICK IN THE HOUSE! A TRUE SUPER MOTHA FUCKING FREAK, MY COUSIN BILLY JEANS WHO IS IN FROM L.A. Y’ALL KNOW BILLY, HE GREW UP IN THESE PARTS, BUT AS SOON AS THOSE FOLKS SAW THAT HORSE DICK OF HIS – WHOOSH – HE WAS OFF AND FUCKING EVERY PUSSY IN PORN UP AND DOWN THE WEST COAST. WELL WHEN I TOLD BILLY WHAT WAS UP TONIGHT, HE WANTED IN, AND I MEAN DEEP IN!!” Everyone was laughing, whooping, and I was confused. That new smoke was fucking me up bad and I was in a haze as Unc guided me over to the couch, which had now been pushed into the corner, the cushions piled up over the end of the arm. Unc had me bend over the end of the couch, slapped my ass several times real hard, then stepped away as the chorus of cheers and whooping grew louder. I still didn’t understand and swiveled my head around as the gang of men all got closer around the couch as a huge shadow started to loom out of the smoky haze. This fucker of a man was a monster and I thought Curtis and Harold were giants – this dude made them look like twinks! A sharp pain blistered my back as the new fucker – Billy the porn star – striped my back and ass with his belt. I covered my head, whimpered and pleaded, the belt jangled to the floor as Billy got close. The crowd of bangers stood silent, Billy grabbed a handful of my flesh and ass in each hand and literally lifted me in the air off the couch, digging his nails deep into my tissue. I yelped, he dropped me like a stone, and I gasped as the wind was knocked out of me on the couch arm. Billy dug into my flesh again, pulled me back, and I felt the blunt head of his elephant dick press against my wet hole. I begged for him to stop, but the cheers of the crowd drowned out my voice, and the searing, blistering pain of him pushing inside me told me he had not heard, or did not care. I screamed as loud as I could as Billy’s mammoth dick raped me raw. All the other dicks were like nothing compared to him and even through the drugs, my mind could not fucking handle what was happening and after several terrifying moments, I passed out. When I came too, it was to the sound of voices hollering, loud bangs, people swearing and hollering. I was on the couch and the guy fucking me had one leg up on the couch and the other on the floor and kept telling me to shush, don’t worry, just some crazy fucka gone off as he used my shredded hole. Every thrust felt like nails. I wanted – no needed for it to stop and tried pushing him off, but he just slapped me hard and I was out again. The next thing I remember was AJ standing over me, dabbing at my face with a wet cloth. “Fuck boy! You was gone! Out! Like fucking bus to no wheres!” he said. I had no idea what he meant and moaned as I rolled over and saw Curtis standing in the middle of the floor, Walgreens bag in his hand as he stood over a slumped body. My entire being was on fire as I stumbled towards him and in the light of the porn vid on the theater screen saw that it was Harold! I knelt beside Harold’s still body, stroked his face, which was cut, bloody, swollen. Curtis hauled off and slapped me upside the head, ‘THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT! HE TRIED TO GET THOSE BOYS OFF YOU AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!” Curtis grabbed my arm, dragged me back to the couch, unbuttoned his pants and let me see his already hard dick. “BEND THE FUCK OVER!” he yelled as he slapped me again. Curtis’ dick was like nothing after the gangbang and I even chuckled out loud at how tiny he felt. That just pissed him off and so he kept slapping me as he fucked me and added his nutt to every other perverted fuck in town. “THAT’S IT RUN. RUN CUNT. SHOW WHAT A WORTHLESS SISSY YOU ARE,” Curtis yelled as he lanced my hole with his dick and I wondered, doesn’t he have any other lines? When Curtis was done, he yanked his dick out, pulled up his pants, and he and AJ dragged Harold into our room, with me stumbling behind. They dropped Harold onto the bed, along with the bag from Walgreens that contained alcohol, cotton squares, ace bandages, bandaids, and more. Curtis looked at me, shook his head and said, “That shit was for you. But hell – clean both yourselves up,” and quickly left. AJ hesitated, like he wanted to fuck, but Curtis yelled and AJ ran like a pathetic puppy after him. The door to the bathroom was unlocked, so I wet a towel in the sink and began to attend to Harold’s wounds. Fuck. He was beat up bad. It was like the whole fucking gang had taken a turn on him all at the same time, which must have been the only way this could have happened as Harold looked like he could handle himself in a fight. Harold moaned a little as I worked to get his now shredded overalls off him and then sighed as I rolled him over, his body flinching every time I dabbed alcohol on the cuts and wounds on his back. When I felt I had done all I could, I drank some water, searched for some food even though I would not find any, and laid down beside Harold as he continued to moan in pain. I don’t know how many hours later that it was or even what fucking day, but when I awoke, Harold was laying on his side, looking at me, his face swollen, looking as bad as I felt. His left hand was on my stomach, burning hot, and he frowned, “I’m sorry I could not get there sooner beautiful, I tried, I tried,” and he closed his eyes. Fuck, what did he feel guilty about? I rolled onto my side to face him, scooted over as close to his body as I could, kissed him, and said, “Oh Daddy, I missed you and none of this was your fault! It was Unc, him and his fucking gang…but…I….I’m a sissy cunt and that is what I was made for.” Harold sighed, stroked my head, caressed my body, making goose bumps pop up all over me even in the heat and humidity. “MMHHHH…” Harold mumbled, “Remember on the roof I said you got my babies now you sissy cunt. And I think that pussy is ready for the next step?” I nodded, and with both of us moaning in pain, Harold rolled me onto my back, spit on the head of his dick, eased into my ripped up ass, and then – after a long pause – filled my guts with his piss. I felt so bloated, full, and nasty, and Harold just smiled as he dribbled the last drops of his toxic piss in my ass and then begun to long stroke my hole as my guts made a sloshing sound that filled the whole room. Harold’s body spasmed as he bred me, his cum mixing with his piss while his mouth covered mine in spit. When he was done and he began to pull out, I clenched my ass as tight as I could, but still some of his piss ran out. Harold laughed, laid back, sighed, then climbed over me and opened the small refrigerator. He pulled out the box with his diamond stud earrings and the small tray of ice cubes. He set those down, dug around in a pile of crap on the lower shelf, pulled out a needle and thread, tossed the thread to side, held the needle down by his dick slit, and dribble some piss onto it. Harold rolled me onto my stomach and placed a big hand over my mouth. He then took an ice cube and held it to my left ear as he held my head on its side. After about a minute Harold dropped the ice cube in front of my face and said, “Take a deep breath beautiful. Just focus on my dick in that sweet ass, feel me swelling inside you, fuck this is hot, marking you, and let it out on 3. One, two, ...” “OH SHIT!” I screamed into his hand. Harold had pierced my ear, he then pulled out one of his diamond studs, dipped it in some of the alcohol that Curtis had brought, and secured it in place in my left ear. He repeated the process on the right side and I was soon wearing both of Harold’s diamond stud earrings. I was so fucking turned on I yelled, “LET ME PLEASE YOU DADDY, FUCK MY CUNT, FUCK IT WIDE OPEN, GIMME THAT NUTT!!!” Harold pummeled my hole, our bodies in pain, yet the bliss of being together took that all away. After Harold creampied my shredded ass again, I rolled onto my back, smiled, and said, “Thanks T2,” which made him laugh. That was the nickname he preferred, like Mr. T the Second or T2, but most folks didn’t get it – I sure didn’t when I met him – which is why he let me call him Harold. He hugged me tight, his grimey and bruised body melding to mine, as he smirked and said, “You know cum makes the best lube?” I laughed, my body aching, “Yeah, I wonder where I heard that?” Harold kissed me now long and hard now as he positioned me on my back to fuck my hole in deep, long strokes. I could tell he had not brushed his teeth in days, and the funk of liquor, cigarettes, pot, and more was overwhelming, but I opened my mouth and sucked it all in. As Harold fucked me, I stroked the angel wing tattoos that ran up each side of his neck. They fluttered with every thrust, and I remembered all he had done to try to protect me from Unc and his gang and pulled Harold deeper in my ass. Harold and I stayed in our room for several days to recover from our respective beat downs. I did not sleep well and kept having nightmares about the gang, and imagining that they had used a baseball bat on my ass, and more. Harold was really angry when he had explored my body and saw the burns, the swollen eye, the belt buckle cuts, all the bruises, but I always managed to sooth his mind by riding his dick – or so I thought. Curtis came and got me every day to give me my shots of drugs and his blood, and to fuck me, usually bent over his desk, but he didn’t have me do anything crazy. Sounds sort of silly now that it seemed normal at that point, and while Harold let me go, he tensed every time Curtis came around One day after we had both fairly recovered, Harold was leaning against the concrete block wall on the dirty bed, the filthy sheets tangled in a heap at the end where we had kicked them last night when he had fucked me before he went to sleep. The room was stale with cum and piss and ass. Harold used me as his urinal too and I pissed for both of us. Curtis kept me loaded with his cum too, as well as fresh smokes, so I continued to please him by being drunk, high, or full of dick at all times. I had Harold’s balls in my mouth and was rolling them back and forth when Curtis came in, looking angry. I let one slip out of my mouth, which stuck to his thigh as I angled my head a little to see Curtis looming over us, while Harold kept his hand on the back of my head. “If I found out you had any fucking thing to do with this – you won’t be needing those balls anymore. Now let the sissy up, he’s got work to do,” Curtis spat. My mind quickly tried to figure out what Curtis was talking about, but then he continued when Harold did not reply, “What? You’re gonna fucking sit there and tell me you had nothing to do with Unc and three of his boys being fucked up? They will likely never walk again!” Curtis was now screaming. “Someone – took a fucking bat to their legs and arms and literally pulverized every fucking bone and then burned down his God damn trailer!” I stopped sucking Harold’s ball, and wondered if he could have hurt those guys like that and while I wasn’t afraid for myself, I looked up at Harold who just smirked at Curtis and said, “Naw, don’t know nothing bout that, and as you see, I’m busy right now, how about you come back later?” Curtis was shocked, his body tensed like he was ready to fight, but he huffed, stormed out and slammed the door. Harold patted my head as I opened my mouth to ask the obvious question, he then put one hand over my mouth, shook his head, smiled, and said “Alright beautiful. My balls are full. My dick is aching, and I know that pussy is wet. Wag that hole for me.” I took Harold’s right hand held it up, to my face and eyed the fresh, bloody cuts and marks on his knuckles. I saw the swelling and black and blue and said nothing. I kissed his hand gently, set it down on the mattress, straddled his raging black dick, and sank down on him. “MY NAME IS SISSY CUNT DADDY – FUCK ME!!!!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 8: Pa and Brett Return **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Amazing story! This obviously took a lot of work. Good job.

Black men are normally better tops (although I have had a few bad ones) fact is if I see by black man at the BH I prefer him over the white top

fuck ya....more please

Haha, the saying "The power of Macy's" will never be the same. I'll keep this one short ... was horny and thirsty for a load. So horny, I didn't care if he weren't black. I wound up getting lucky ... a hot, fit, and hung (about 8 inches, average thickness) black guy, said he was 19 fed me three loads. All in a bathroom stall in the store. He had me start by sucking his nips, lick his abs, and suck on his big, salty tasting balls. I wanted to rim him but he said, "I ain't no faggot." Interesting, given he sought me out to suck his dick lol. The strangest part was after. He made me make out with him for a few seconds. At least he told me the days and times he's usually there.

Nothing too exciting based on what I normally do. Went to Meridian Hill Park in the Northwest (15th/16th St and Euclid/W St NW) 10 PM, simply curious to hear or watch some action. I was about to leave after an hour of nothing except for one U.S. National Park Service police patrol car driving through when I heard the unmistakable sound of a hand smacking an ass. I walked along the steep steps near 16th St side to discover two good looking black guys fucking. I made no attempt to hide, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching a monstrously hung (short, about 5'6") black guy roughly raw fuck a hot ass. Me being me, I wanted to know what the bottom's dick looked like, so I walked in to the bushes, knelt, and stroked his dick. Damn, about 7.5" and above average thickness. To verify the length, I inhaled his dick and started deep throating him. His precum tasted so good, sweet even. The top ordered me to make the bottom cum ... so I did. The bottom started fucking my face and riding the top's dick at the same time. I was jerking off while sucking. I felt the bottom's dick harden and thicken, so I clamped down on his dick but only at the head ... I wanted to feel him shoot that load in my mouth. Damn, I nearly choked his load was so much. I swallowed some and then got up to watch the top smash that ass even harder. I then grabbed the top's head and started making put with him, sharing some of the bottom's load. The top moaned and quickly unloaded in the bottom. I eagerly got on my knees and cleaned off his dick with my mouth ...although the top forced me to take a throat fucking and swallow his load. Had no choice as the top pinned my head on a park bench. Good thing I had my poppers, needed them his dick had to be a solid 9 inches thick. Both guys slapped my face with their dicks before leaving. As I sat on the bench recovering, another black guy walked up to me, whipped out his dick, and grabbed the back of my head. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and sucked two loads out. I wasn't in the mood to get fucked, so I happily walked to my car and met up with friends at a restaurant.

So hot. I'm a bookstore cumslut myself. I love swallowing cum and taking anonymous loads up my ass as well

Been studying for my upcoming Slut exams. I'm at the bathhouse, where I've been for the past 24 hours and I've reached new levels of sluttish behavior, even for me. I've been totally monopolising the dark area sling, with my leather harness,nasty pig jock and blindfold. Apparently booty bumps take me from 0 to Slut instantly. I just took 2 massive loads in less than 20 minutes and then I experienced the thickest cock of my life. It was attached to a giant looking man, possibly related to Hagrid from Harry Potter. I stayed on that thing like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, despite the utter destruction of my ass. Too bad he lacked the finesse and skill to give me time to adapt which would have resulted in a much longer ride. However, suffice it to say, the fact that I am writing this down now, mere moments after my universe was expanded, says it all. I guess a Hummer can fit in a small single garage after all. OK, back to my studying now. Too bad I didn't study this hard years ago at non-slut school. Been studying for my upcoming Slut exams. I'm at the bathhouse, where I've been for the past 24 hours and I've reached new levels of sluttish behavior, even for me. I've been totally monopolising the dark area sling, with my leather harness,nasty pig jock and blindfold. Apparently booty bumps take me from 0 to Slut instantly. I just took 2 massive loads in less than 20 minutes and then I experienced the thickest cock of my life. It was attached to a giant looking man, possibly related to Hagrid from Harry Potter. I stayed on that thing like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, despite the utter destruction of my ass. Too bad he lacked the finesse and skill to give me time to adapt which would have resulted in a much longer ride. However, suffice it to say, the fact that I am writing this down now, mere moments after my universe was expanded, says it all. I guess a Hummer can fit in a small single garage after all. OK, back to my studying now. Too bad I didn't study this hard years ago at non-slut school.

PART TWO As we sat in the backseat finishing the first movie John kept fingering my hole, playing with his cum. He remarked that he was in awe at how tight my ass was, and just how quickly he came. I replied saying "Don't worry. You can make it up during the second round." There would definitely have to be a round 2. Well, the movie, The Fantastic Four, didn't get good reviews from the critics, but to be honest I can't really say I saw much of the movie. After the pole lights dimmed, everyone was back to their cars, and the movie started, John looked at me and asked "Round 2?" I looked over at him, grabbed his hard cock and stroked it. "Of course round 2. That's a stupid question." He helped me slip my pants off (which I had put back on during the intermission because people were moving around). He immediately began playing with my hole, and with an air of amazement remarked "Dude, you've tightened back up. Like I never even fucked you. How'd you do that?" "No idea, but that won't do. Slide that raw cock inside me, balls deep. Use your first load as lube, man. Fuck me good." Which he did. There was no slow entry, no waiting. Just tip to base inside me as quickly as he could get into my ass. I moaned as he began plowing my hole, so much that he had to put his hand over my mouth so the family in the next car over didn't hear us. My god, John could fuck. He fucked and plowed my ass in all the right ways, smacking my prostate and stoking my dick simultaneously. After a little while he started to pull his dick all the way out then slam back in in one long stroke, slamming his balls off my ass. At one point he was actually able to suck my dick while he was fucking my hole. Man what a crazy rush lol. "Dude, your ass is still so fucking tight, and I can feel my cum all over my dick making your hole so fucking wet! I'm not gonna last much longer." "Well you know where to blow man. Let it rip when you're ready but keep fucking me!" John had a full body orgasm. He slammed his dick in me as I milked him with my hole: tighten up, loosen, tighten up, loosen. His whole body shook as I felt his dick pulse and shoot the second load so deep in my hole I could almost taste it. Again, he stayed inside me until he went soft and flopped out. "Man, you're not done, I haven't nutted yet," I commented as he slowly recovered from his orgasm. "I know, give me a sec" he responded. Then he stuck three fingers in my hole and massaged my prostate as he swallowed my dick down his throat. I started to buck up into him as he finger fucked me and blew me. I didn't last long, shooting my load down his throat. Naturally he swallowed every drop. The end of The Fantastic Four didn't make a whole lot of sense. I missed the first hour. And it's good we finished when we did, 'cause not five minutes later a group of kids walked by and obviously were looking as I massaged John's dick through his shorts. ***You tell me. Part 3?***

Part 5 Stan had set up the sling in his bedroom earlier while Teddy was babying Sean so it was ready when they all got there. He placed the boy in it and told him to ask his cousins to restrain him. "Teddy and Harry please restrain me." "Why do you want to be restrained?" Harry asked "Uncle said I should be and also so you can do anything you want and I can't try to stop you." After securing him Teddy told him that he too liked being restrained in the sling. It makes you feel so helpless and he always imaged he was a virgin being raped. "That's what I want, please really rape me" "You need to pretend you don't want it, here let me gag you so you can try to scream". Teddy told him and then gagged him. Stan told them that the fantasy was beginning. "Teddy good job getting your cousin in our trap. Harry why don't you warm up his ass while I get the rigs ready." Harry picked up his father's belt and using medium strength swung it against the boy's ass. The look on Sean's face was shock and after only six strikes he started to cry. Harry wished he wasn't gagged and could really cry but he knew that was for another day. Teddy stroked Sean's face and told him that soon his dad would take away the pain as well as his innocence. When Stan returned he saw the boy's ass was beat good and told Harry to use the belt on Teddy for awhile. Teddy didn't look happy about it but he laid on the bed on his belly offering up his ass to be belted. Harry swung even harder as he belted his brother. Stan told Sean that soon he too would lay willingly to be abused. He strapped the boy's left arm and then wiped it and picked up the rig he prepared and showed it to Sean. He told him that it was going to be injected into his arm and would make him want to be ruined. Sean was still sobbing and was now very scared that they were going to inject him with drugs. Stan removed the boy's gag. Stan told him what to expect and started to slam the boy. Just before slamming him he told him that he and both of his sons were HIV positive and would fuck him full of their toxic seed and make him positive too, but they wanted him to beg for it. Sean said he wanted to stop and go home. His uncle told him to wait two minutes and then he could leave if he wanted to. Stan slammed Sean and Sean was quiet as the slam hit him. The brothers stopped playing and watched as Sean coughed and looked freaked out for about 30 seconds then he relaxed into the sling. Stan traced the boy's lips with a finger and then pushed it in his mouth. "I think you like sucking. But do you like this?" And he then squeezed the small nipples and the boy moaned. "How about if I squeeze them really hard?" The sensation was blowing Sean's mind and he knew it should have hurt really bad but all he felt was intense pleasure. "I bet you'll like this even more." Stan brought his right hand down between the boy's legs and rubbed his boyhole with a finger then with his left hand he squeezed a nipple as hard as he could and shoved a finger up the boy's ass. Sean's head felt like it was going to explode and his eyes rolled back and he didn't believe he could ever feel this good. Suddenly he had a thought that if this felt this great that getting fucked must be even better. Stan asked his nephew if he wanted to go home as he pushed a second finger into the new party hole. Sean opened his mouth to speak but couldn't get the words out as the feeling of his Uncle squeezing his nipple and finger fucking his ass was overpowering. Stan knew what was happening and stopped finger fucking and lessened his nipple squeeze. "Do you have something to say, Sean?" "Unc....Unc....Uncle Stan, please fu....fu....fuck me!" "Do you want me to fuck your virgin ass and breed it full of my toxic cum?" "Uncle, please yes do me!" "Call me Daddy and tell me you're my boy and that I own you." Stan then pulled his fingers out and let the nipple go. He lined up his dripping cock to the tight little hole. "Daddy, I'm your boy and you own me, and please fu..". The boy never got to finish as Stan drove his entire cock into him. The feeling of being impaled by his stud Uncle was more than Sean could process but he knew it was what he wanted. He tried speaking and again couldn't form words and it made him sound like a baby. Stan told him that he shouldn't try to talk but that he should just lay there and be a good little slut and enjoy knowing that from this moment forward he was now a fuck toy. Harry and Teddy got up and watched as their young cousin took their dad's cock and lost his cherry just as they did years earlier. Harry hearing the boy babel and drool told Teddy that Sean looked like a real baby. Teddy told Sean to suck his thumb and Sean looked at him and did so. Seeing that they had his attention Harry asked Sean if he wanted to see see Teddy get spanked and hear Teddy cry like a baby, Sean nodded and Harry told his brother that after tonight he didn't need to be his spankee as Sean would be getting it so tonight he was going to tear up his ass worse than ever. Teddy knew his brother loved hurting a boy's ass and also that he wouldn't be able to sit for days. Stan continued to pound Sean's boypussy and told him to watch how Teddy let his brother tie him down and then slam him into the same chemmed up slut space in his mind that Sean was enjoying. Sean sucked his thumb as he watched and saw his hot cousin who not long ago dominated him became a subby boy once he was slammed. Stan told Sean that since this was last time Harry could spank Teddy, unless Teddy asked for it, should Harry make Teddy just cry or should he beat Teddy's ass until he cant take it anymore. He told him to think about it as they continued to fuck. Teddy coughed and then raised his ass signalling Harry to begin. In no time Harry was swinging the paddle. Stan never let Harry go to far with his brother but had seen him get real sadistic with other boys. Sean felt so good being fucked and watching Teddy's ass get red and hear him cry that he even chemmed up started to get hard. Stan grabbed the boy's erect cock and asked him how bad teddy should be spanked and Sean told him that Harry should spank Teddy as hard as possible. Harry looked to his dad and seeing his dad nod knew he had permission to hurt his brother's ass like he wanted to. Stan tossed Harry the gag and the last thing Teddy said was "no" as he was gagged. Harry picked up his dad's belt and swung it as hard as he could. Stan felt Sean's cock throb as they watched Teddy get beaten. He told Sean he was happy to see that he liked to see someone hurt then Stan grabbed Sean's balls and squeezed them hard and told Sean that tonight was the only time Harry could hurt his brother but that Harry could do it to him everyday. And that Teddy will likely get even with him by joining his brother in spanking Sean. About a half hour later Harry was exhausted hitting his little brother and Teddy passed out as soon as it was over. Harry was smiling as he approached his dad and thanked him. Harry looked down and saw Sean's boyhole looked like his dad had beat it too. Stan reminded him that Sean was now a boyslut and he should be used hard. Stan said that seeing how torn up it was that it was time to load it up and he started pounding the boy harder. He told Sean he was about to get knocked up and asked if he was ready. "Oh, Daddy please make me yours. Please cum in me." Stan held Sean's hips and lunged as deep into him as possible then held him tight as he shot his load into his nephew's neg hole. Sean had stayed hard listening to his cousins and when his Uncle filled him with cum he too shot off. Both Stan and Harry watched in amazement as Sean's cock blew the biggest load they are saw. The entire time the boy came he repeated "please cum in me" over and over.

I am there also at BIOHAZRD Party during FOLSOM. Hope we meet us to change our pozcum.

Taking a mans load is a necessity as I need their DNA in me. I will never see a load go wasted, I've had sex in toilet cubicles and have licked loads off the floor and walls.

sorry, the 2nd quote should go: "If I wanted to fuck a balloon, I'd marry a clown"

(Names and places have been changed 'cause I'm shy, but this is a true story) For a while, Bailey’s was the club to go to. Fridays and Saturdays were gay nights, and it was mostly straight on the week nights. Every once in a while they would have a foam party. They would put a low wall around the dance floor and fill up the space with foam. I was working swing shift at the time, so I usually missed those Saturday night foam parties. One night however, I got off early and got to Bailey’s around midnight. There wasn’t much of a line in the front foyer, so I was a little concerned it might not be busy inside. I walked into the club and my fears weren’t justified, The club was pretty busy. There was a walled off space on the dance floor, maybe twenty-five feet by twenty, about four feet high, just filled with foam. Everybody inside was wearing speedos, board shorts, or underwear. Some guys were walking around the outside of the foam area, foam still covering their legs. I got a drink from the bar. I was way too nervous to take off my clothes so I just stood on the wall drinking my drink and checking for any hotties in the foam pit. There were a couple of really cute guys I made eye contact with. One of them beckoned me over and I just shook my head a little bit and held up my drink, letting him know I wanted to finish it first. I finished my drink and then one more then I decided to take the plunge. Walking over to the coat check, I removed my coat, shirt, trousers, and socks and put them in the paper bag they provided and handed them over to the attendant. I kept on my New Balance trainers and my black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I tucked a twenty dollar bill into my waistband and walked back into the club. I walked up to the bar and got another drink and downed it and then went into the foam pit. I caught my breath a bit as I went into the foam. It came up over my navel and was colder than I was expecting. I found an open spot and started dancing. It was quite liberating. I could have dropped my boxer briefs and no one would have known, the foam was so thick, which was probably the point. I danced for a little bit and was catching the eye of a hot muscle boy. He was slightly taller than me (I’m 5'10") with a bodybuilders frame, probably 23 or 24 years old, and I could just see as he shifted he was wearing a skimpy speedo. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I turned away as I was dancing and when I turned back he was gone. I went out of the pit to look for him but I didn’t see him anywhere, so I went to the bar and got another drink, and then a bottled water to chase it down with so I didn’t get too drunk. I finished my drink and went back onto the foam-filled dance floor. I was dancing for a little bit when someone bumped into me. It was the hot muscle boy! I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. He leaned in and asked me my name, I answered, and he then introduced himself as Paul. He put his arm around me and drew me close as were dancing. We started grinding our crotches together and I instantly got hard, my 6.5" cock pointing down the leg of my boxer briefs. Paul smiled at me and brushed his hand over it. I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him close. Our lips met, and we kissed. I opened my mouth wider and he responded in kind, and our tongues met in a short but passionate French kiss. He pulled away and turned around, grinding his ass back onto my cock. I reached down and pulled my cock up so it was sticking out of the waistband of my Calvin Klein boxer briefs. We danced that way for a couple minutes and then I felt a pair of hands on either side of my waist. I looked over my shoulder and into the eyes of a really cute early twenties twink. I put my hands back and ran them down the sides of his body. It felt like he was wearing a pair of cotton briefs. My hand brushed along the front of his briefs and I could feel the hard outline of a 7" cock stretching along the waist band of his briefs. I looked back at him again and he smiled at me. He kissed me, our tongues dueling, and ground his crotch up against my ass, sandwiching me between this cute twink and Paul, the hot muscle boy in front of me. We danced that way for a few minutes more, with the twink’s hands on my waist, and mine wrapped around Paul. Then I felt the twink’s hands slide down into the waistband of my boxer briefs and then pushed them down to my thighs, exposing my cock and ass to the cool foam. I felt him shift behind me, then he nestled his cock in my crack, grinding up and down. He kept sliding his cock up and down my crack, slowly getting lower and lower, until it slipped down and pressed against my hole. At least thirty other people were dancing around us and this twink has the head of his cock up against my hole, ready to fuck me, and I was ready to let him. I felt him push and I relaxed my hole, letting the head of his bare cock slide inside of me. I moaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. He started kissing and licking my ear as his cock pulled back slightly and then sank further up my hole. As we danced to the music he used the motion to slide further up my ass until I felt him bottom out. Then, timed to the music, he started long strokes in and out of my hole. Paul meanwhile, was still dancing with his back to me, grinding his Speedo covered ass on my now naked cock. He reached back and felt down my body. He could tell my underwear was gone and he squeezed my hard cock. He grabbed my hands from around his waist and put them down the front of his Speedos. His cock was kinda small, not much over five inches, and not too thick. Not bad, I thought. I can work with this. He ground his ass harder on my cock, and then I slid his Speedo down over his ass. My cock slipped right into his crack like it belonged there. Paul shifted forward, letting my cock slip lower until I felt it line up with his rosebud. This hot muscle boy then backed on to my cock as the twink behind me shoved his cock forward into my ass. The head of my cock popped through Paul’s ring, his sphincter gripping me like a vise. The foam was providing a little lubrication, but not enough to sink farther in his hole, so I pulled out, gathered up some more foam and slathered it on my rock hard cock, and slid it back inside.It went in easier this time, but it still took almost a full minute to work my cock all the way into his ass. Once I bottomed out, it was easy to pull back out and get a rhythm going. There I was, on a crowded dance floor, house music blaring, foam up to the middle of my torso, with a twink’s bare cock sliding in and out of my ass, my bare cock buried deep in the ass of the hot muscle boy in front of me, and no one paying any attention to us. (I’m sure a few were doing the same thing.) We managed to get a rhythm going where the twink behind me buried his cock deep in my ass as I pulled out of Paul’s ass. We kept fucking right in the middle of the dance floor for a little over five minutes in time with our dancing, when the twink behind me whispered in my ear, “Can I cum inside you?” I just nodded and smiled at him over my shoulder. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and started fucking me faster, gave a few quick thrusts and sank balls deep into my ass. I knew he was blowing his load in my ass. He kept his cock deep in me as we swayed to the music, and then he slowly pulled out. He pulled up his briefs, kissed me on the neck, and walked off. This boy had fucked me bareback on the dance floor of a crowded club, shot a load inside me, and I hadn’t said a word to him. I continued to fuck Paul for a couple more minutes when he pulled his ass off my cock and told me to follow him. He pulled up his Speedo and I pulled up my boxer briefs, trying to make my raging hard on as inconspicuous as possible. He led me into the bathrooms and into an empty stall. I closed the door behind us as Paul pulled down his Speedo again, bending over the toilet. “Get in me,” he ordered. I stepped up behind him, pulled my boxer briefs down, spat in my hand and lubed myself, grabbed his waist and lined my bare cock up with his hole and sank back in with ease. I started rapidly sliding in and out of his now loosened ass, sinking balls deep each time. Paul started jerking himself off. “Let me know when you’re gonna cum,” he instructed. I kept fucking his ass for another minute and then said, “I’m gonna blow.” He started furiously wanking his cock as I felt my orgasm rising. I started long slow strokes as I unloaded shot after shot of cum deep into his muscular ass. I sank balls deep one last time as Paul shot his load into the toilet, ropes of cum splashing into the bowl. I withdrew from Paul's ass, and he then pulled up his Speedo as I pulled up my boxer briefs. We made out for a little bit. “Any chance I could get a ride home?” he asked. “Of course,” I replied. We left the bathroom, went to the clothes check and dressed. I drove him to his apartment, dropped him off, and went home. We exchanged info, but I didn’t see him again, mostly because he moved away shortly after that. Nor did I ever see the twink who had fucked me. But I am now a big fan of foam parties.

In the fall leading up to our first year together at college, Matt and I took a trip to check out the campus we selected. Luckily, our friend Dylan was attending school there. Dylan is tall, dark haired, light eyes, slim but packing a big eight inch cock. We explored the campus and couldn't find Dylan the night before. He had forgotten we were coming and came back to his room that night a bit drunk. Luckily his roommate was gone for the short break. Dylan lay in his bed and fell asleep pretty quickly, but Matt, who was laying in Dylan's roommate's bed, was horny. I told him we should get to bed and leave Dylan alone to sleep it off. Matt, wearing just his boxer briefs to bed, kept grinding himself into me to show how horny he was. Once more, I told Matt, "Just wait til morning - it's already 2:30am." Matt disappointed, obliged and rolled onto his side to get ready to get some sleep. Around an hour later, I awoke to the feeling of movement. Matt, now naked, was walking over to Dylan's bed. I whispered to Matt to stop, but he didn't listen. He climbed into bed with Dylan, who was wearing briefs and a t-shirt. Matt climbed in behind Dylan and wrapped his arms around his waist and began to slowly thrust his raw seven inch cock into Dylan's ass. Dylan barely stirred at first, so Matt began to thrust a little harder and slid his hand into Dylan's briefs, grabbing Dylan's growing eight inch cock. I pretended to be asleep as Matt continued his naked assault on Dylan, who finally began to stir. He rolled over and realizing Matt was naked and hard, grabbed his dick. Without hesitation, Dylan pulled-off his clothing, grabbed Matt's ass, pulling him to himself. The two began to make out fiercely. Hands roaming, tongues touching. Dylan wasted no time. He rolled Matt onto his stomach and began to eat his tight twink ass. Matt grunted, clawing at the sheets as Dylan's tongue filled his ass. After a few minutes, Dylan stood up on the floor and grabbed Matt's head and started to fuck Matt's mouth, who was still laying on the bed on his stomach. Dylan was groaned, and then uttered, "Fuck yeah. Get it all wet. I'm gonna shove this cock in your ass." I continued to watch thanks to the dim light from the windows, and I could see Dylan had shoved his big cock as far as he could into Matt's throat. Eventually Dylan got back on the bed, straddling Matt's legs, grabbed Matt's ass cheeks, pulled them apart, spat on his hole, and asked "Ready, bitch?" Matt replied simply, "Fuck me!" That was all Dylan needed to hear. He lined his big cock with Matt's wet hole and slowly slid every inch inside of my boyfriend. Once he was buried in Matt's ass, Dylan began to fuck him slowly, biting his neck and ears as he did. Matt was grunted and moaned in pleasure, begging Dylan to pound his tight ass. Dylan, of course, was happy to oblige. He pulled Matt up on his knees, grabbed his hips and plunged himself hard and deep into Matt. Matt was getting pounded by an eight cock and I was content to watch him get it all. The two were now sweaty and sliding all over each other as Dylan, somehow, seemed to get faster and harder with each continuous thrust. Matt was jerking himself as Dylan pounded him. Dylan though, quickly pulled out, rolled Matt to his back and lifted his legs and slammed his cock back in my boyfriend. Matt continued to jerk off and soon with the pounding of his prostate, broke their kiss long enough to tell Dylan he was about to shoot. Dylan shoved his cock deep once more and Matt erupted. Shot after shot covering his abs and chest. Dylan scooped it up with his fingers and made Matt taste his own load. Dylan then licked some off his fingers and directly off Matt and began to kiss him with a mouth full of his cum. While they made out, Dylan was getting close. He broke their cum covered kiss to ask Matt, "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" Matt answered "Don't stop, fill my ass!" Dylan was happy with that instruction. He grabbed Matt's shoulders, pulling him deeper onto his big cock and told him he was gonna cum, and at that moment he moaned and let out a small yelp as he unloaded inside of my boyfriend. Matt pulled Dylan deeper with his legs around his waist now. The two collapsed in a sweaty, cummy heap. The two fell asleep with Dylan's cock and cum still inside of Matt. That was just round one. Morning wood created round two, again inside of Matt's ass.

This was my freshman year at college. I was 20 yrs old. Spring semester I got a job on campus as a college aide in the science library. My schedule was built around my classes and on Friday I and another college aide, Eric, were tasked with closing-up the library. Eric was black, 6'3" and about 200 pounds. He was also very defined, good features, had a strong chin and just oozed sexiness. He was an English major and played in a jazz band. What really caught my eye was the girth of the bulge in his pants. You see he had a habit of wearing tight jeans that accentuated his manhood. I would steal a glimpse of his crotch whenever I could - when I thought he wasn't paying attention. He'd smile at me on occasion, and licked his lips, but I was still too shy or nervous to approach him. Furthermore he was always flirting with so many women that I wasn't sure if he was straight, gay or bi. This particular day the library had closed for the night, and Eric and I were in the basement shelving books on the stacks. On the ride down in the elevator he just kept looking at me, smiling and licked his lips repeatedly. I was somewhat nervous only to see his cock was near bursting out of his pants with a ridiculously huge erection. As I looked up, I realized he had caught me looking, but to my surprise he just kept smiling. As we exited the elevator, we went in opposite directions, each with our own cart of books to shelve. As I look back i caught him looking at me, again licking his lips. I just smiled nervously and went about my duties, all the while fantasizing about what it would be like to have Eric's cock up my ass. My hole twitched in anticipatory delight. I climbed the old wooden rolling staircase which squeaked as I stepped up to reach the top shelf. The squeaking was all the more amplified by the now empty and quiet hallways of the library. I thought to myself what a perfect time it would be for Eric to seduce me and ravage my hole. I imagined him squeezing my ample, soft round butt cheeks as he rhythmically plowed me with his penis. And as I descended the staircase, stepping backwards, my imagination seemed so vivid as i can actually feel my ass being squeezed, but I soon realized this was more than a dream when I heard Eric whisper, "Hey boy." A huge lump had formed in my throat. I was speechless as I turned to look up at him, and as he continued squeezing my ass. I loved the attention. "Like what you see?", he asked, adding "I've seen you checking my dick out numerous times." I shook my head as to deny that I had done this, but the schoolboy grin gave me away. "Don't lie," he said soothingly. He moved his had from my ass and I instinctively grabbed it an placed it back on my booty. He laughed knowingly. I licked my lips now as I alternated looking at him and the large bulge in his pants. With his other hand now he deftly unbuckled and unzipped his pants. In gleeful anticipation of what was to come, I wrapped my hands around his waist and began to lower his pants and underwear as I sank to my knees, all the while maintaining a fixed gaze with Eric. He grasped the back of my head and shifted my attention to a gorgeously thick, eight inch circumcised cock. I looked up again at his Adonis face as I stuck my tongue out and with my right hand guided his manhood into my hot moist mouth. He let out a low growl as his cock head was expertly bathed with saliva by my tongue. He smiled an nodded in approval. Firmly but gently he pushed the back of my head towards him, signaling he wanted me to deep-throat him. As did this the warm thick musky scent of his crotch wafted up my nose. "When I saw you looking at my cock again on the elevator, I just had to make you my bitch," he said. And there I was, my head bobbing, deep-throating and slobbing on his cock head as if my life depended on it. "That's it boy, suck my cock you faggot," he moaned as he began to gyrate his hips and throat-fuck me. He suddenly pulled me off his cock and said, "Take your clothes off, boy." As I began to protest, he slapped my face and repeated his command. As I finished disrobing, he pushed me back on my knees. I looked around nervously as every little noise seemed amplified, and I thought at any minute someone would find me on my knees, naked and sucking cock! He rubbed my head and played with my ears as he reassured me, no one would catch us. I nodded in agreement but still felt quite anxious. Eric, realizing this and not wanting me to panic, reached into the right pocket of his pants and pulled out a bottle of jungle juice. We both smiled. A s he opened the bottle, I greedily inhaled the familiar vapor, the impact was almost instant as my heart raced and I felt my heartbeat as if it were in my ears, everything slowed visually, my body went limp and relaxed. "Now don't you feel better, boy?" he asked. I let out a muffled ummm hmmmf from my cock-filled mouth. After a few more minutes of sucking his cock, he grabbed me, positioned me on the rolling staircase, shoved the bottle of poppers under my nose and then proceeded to eat my hole. The feeling of his hot tongue, aggressively probing my hole. The combination of his tongue and the poppers had me euphoric: I knew what I wanted. "Oh god Eric, just fuck me already" I exclaimed. He stopped rimming me and laughed, then pulled me away from the staircase, looked at me and said, "upstairs." I frantically grabbed my clothes and shoes and then he guided me by the neck back to the elevator. As we ascended to the ground floor, he roughly grabbed my chin and thrusted his tongue into my mouth. I dutifully sucked on his probing tongue, the tase of my ass still present in his mouth, his stiff cock in my free hand. The elevator door opened, he tilted my head back and spat in my mouth. As I swallowed I let out a soft moan. He laughed again, pushing me into a back corridor, and into a little-used office, in the process turning off the general lighting switches so the library now appeared to be closed, the staff gone. Eric ordered me to bend spread-eagle on the conference style table. He quickly stripped naked from the waist down, lifted his shirt behind his neck to reveal his chiseled abs and pecs. Without a word he spat on his fingers and worked some saliva into my hole, spitting again to lube his shaft. As he begins to violate my ass-pussy, I took a deep drag of the poppers up each nostril, and pushed open my hole as if I was taking a shit. I was completely giddy and relaxed as his cock made its way up inside me. I moaned partially with delight but also with some measure of discomfort. "This is what you wanted right? Take another hit of the poppers bitch, cause I'm not coming out - this is my hole" he hissed. Gradually, as my hole loosened, my moans became solely those of pleasure. I arched my back and spread my cheeks as he pounded away at my hole. His cock was balls-deep and slapping against my butt. I cooed softly like a baby with each stroke. The only other sounds were the familiar clapping of flesh against lustful flesh and Eric's shallow breathing. It was actually happening! I was bent over with Eric's beautiful black cock in my hole. After 20 minutes of good methodical pounding, Eric's strokes got shorter, faster and harder. He gripped my hips and as I felt his cock grow in me, he thrust one more time balls deep, depositing what my asshole had been greedily awaiting...his warm thick seed. I felt jet after warm jet of man juice fill my hole. We were both drenched in sweat. Eric collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily...his cock still very much hard and ready. And that's when I saw the hallway light on the other side of the door turn on. We froze as the door swung open. I buried my head on the table for fear of being recognised. "Eric?" a male voice asked, to which Eric responded nonchalantly, "Hey what's up?" I looked up, more curious than fearful at this point. It was one of the campus security officers, a guy named Tom Harper I had regularly noticed around the library. He was usually checking the IDs of the students entering and leaving the building, as well as watching the machines that sensed books that students were trying to steal. He looked at me and shook his head as he shut and closed the office door. He looked at Eric saying "If only I had known this kid was a faggot, I'd been up his ass before you!" They both laughed. I was relieved. "Hey princess," the officer addressed me, as he walked forward and proceeded to unzip his pants. Out popped a long jet black cock, about nine inches, circumcised, but not as thick as Eric's. "You gonna take care of me?" he asked, perhaps unnecessarily as I was leaning over the side of the table to welcome his cock to the party. I felt Eric begin to stroke my hole again. I wrapped one arm around Harper's waist as I throated his manhood, my left forearm braced against the table to take on round two of Eric's cock up my ass. Harper was kind enough to feed me another hit of poppers. I drifted off into ecstasy again. Both holes filled! How lucky can one bottom faggot be! After another 30 minute or so, Eric blew his second load. Before I could even catch my breath, Harper and Eric traded positions. Harper attacked my ass with great zeal, not giving a fuck about my comfort. The natural lubrication of Eric's two loads made Harper's aggressive anal assault somewhat tolerable. That and another hit of poppers administered by Eric. Soon Harper got into a nice rhythm of deep fucking my anus, as I cleaned Eric's cock with my mouth. The hot stench of cum, ass, cock and feel of body heat pervaded the room. Harper came quickly but like Eric remained hard and kept on fucking my ass. Harper's second seeding wouldn't come that easily: he plowed my ass for the better part of an hour before his second nut was deposited in my ass. The two guys then switched positions again, Eric in my ass as I cleaned Harper's cock. Both tops had great stamina and in total I got nine loads, as they took turns fucking me into wee hours of Saturday morning. For the remaining semester and in fact the whole year, almost every Friday after library closing, Eric fucked my ass. And as often as not, Harper would stop by at the end of his shift to drop a few loads.

Final part As I sat on the plane I thought over what I had done in Ibiza. The tall lad who had fucked both me and Joe bareback at the cruising ground was sitting further down the plane with his mates and I wondered how many other lads had bent over for him and let him come up their arses that week. I looked at Joe, sitting across the aisle from me and wondered if he made a habit of dropping his pants and being fucked bareback by random lads when out cruising. It seemed that bareback sex was everywhere. I knew I was taking more and more risks but I also knew that was a major part of the turn on. I decided to be more careful. The following summer a group of us went down to Brighton for the Pride Festival. We went on the march and for a while a group of young lads who looked in their early twenties were marching in front of us. I noticed one particularly, a small ginger lad in a white t shirt and low slung jeans showing the top of his pants - white Calvin Klein with a red waste band. He was just my type and I couldn't help imagining myself giving him a good seeing to. Later on at the festival I wandered off on my own. I had already established that there was quite a lot of cruising going on in the bushes in the park. It was mostly wanking and sucking but when I went back later it was dusk and there was more going on. The centre of attraction was a dark haired guy who was bent over being fucked. He was surrounded by a crowd of wanking guys and as I watched the guy fucking him came and pulled out. He pulled off a condom and another guy took his place. I could see he too was wearing a condom and I lost interest in watching. Then I noticed the ginger lad from earlier, standing a little bit back from the crowd. I saw that his jeans and pants were down at his knees and he was being wanked by a skinhead lad standing behind him. I moved a bit closer and I realised that the skinhead was gently thrusting against ginger lad's arse. I moved closer still and saw that the skinhead was fucking him from behind. The skinhead noticed me watching and winked at me. The lad being fucked had not seen me and no one else was paying any attention. The skinhead was fucking more obviously now and as I watched he pulled his cock almost completely out of ginger lad's arse and let me see that he wasn't wearing a condom. He grinned at me and then humped ginger lad a few more times and grunted and I knew I was watching him blow a load up ginger lad's arse. The next weekend one of my friends from Germany was over in London for a few days on business. We met up for lunch on the Saturday and he asked me if I wanted to come cruising with him that afternoon. He wanted to go to "Pants" - an underwear session at Central Station. I didn't really feel confident enough to parade around in my underpants, especially with Ollie who was tall, slim, good looking and about 15 years younger than me but I was horny and thought it might be fun. It was fun and also quite horny - there was a mix of guys there, mostly older but a few young fit lads who were up for it. There was quite a bit of fucking going on, some with condoms and some, I was pleased to see, without. A little later, a blond lad who looked in his early twenties came in and he seemed happy to bend over and be fucked bareback by anyone who wanted to do him. I think he was fucked by just about everyone in the place and I was really turned on to see Ollie take his turn and push his bare cock up the blond lad, fuck him and add his load to the others. I had been cruising with Ollie before and, as far as I knew, he had always played safe. I fucked the blond lad a little later and enjoyed every minute of fucking him bareback and coming up his arse - especially as I knew that one of the loads he had up him already was Ollie's. The crowd was thinning out now and I went in search of Ollie. I found him in the toilet, bent over with his pants down being fucked by one of the other younger lads. It looked like the guy fucking Ollie was close to coming and I stayed just long enough to see him grunting and coming up Ollie's arse before pulling his bare cock out. Like I said, it seemed that bareback sex was everywhere. I wanted some... A few weeks later my partner was away on business. The first night he was gone I was on Hampstead Heath and that night I took three loads up my arse and one in my mouth and ended up shooting my load up the arse of a young black lad. A few days later I was driving back to London on the M4 and I stopped off at Maidenhead Thicket, which was a very active cruising ground at that time. I ended up in a threesome with a tall blond lad and a dark haired guy in a postman's uniform. At one point the blond guy was bent over sucking the dark haired guy and I had my tongue up his arse. I stood up and started rubbing my cock over his arsehole but he pulled away and it was clear he didn't want to be fucked. I decided I would have to settle for blowing my load in his mouth but to my surprise the dark haired guy bent over and offered his hairy arse. No one mentioned condoms and moments later I was up him as he sucked off the blond guy. I fucked him bareback, his pants and trousers at his knees and his light blue shirt pushed up over his back. The blond guy urged me on, telling me to fuck him and to come up his arse. I was close now and as I began to come up the young postman, the blond guy unloaded in his mouth. In the autumn I got fucked at the company's summer party by a guy at work who was working with us on a temporary contract. He had been flirting with me for a while and late in the evening he suggested that we go for a walk in the woods nearby. As soon as we were deep enough in the woods not to be seen my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. He sucked well and just as I was getting close to coming he turned me round and bent me over. His tongue was up me and I was more turned on than I had been for a long time. After he had rimmed me for a while he stood up and began to rub his cock over my wet hole. I felt him push and the head of his cock went into my hole. "We should use a condom" I said. He laughed "I know we should". He pushed his cock further up me and added "but its much more fun this way". I had no intention of resisting and I bent forward as he began to fuck me. He fucked me hard and fast and before long he was shooting his load right up me. Over the next few months he fucked me regularly - sometimes in the park across the road from work and sometimes when we were working late in the office. I lost count of the times I went home to my partner with a big load up my arse. One time he fucked me in the toilets of a restaurant when we were all out for lunch for someone's birthday and made me suck his cock clean afterwards. That afternoon as I sat in a meeting of the senior management team looking serious and professional, I could feel some spunk sliding out my hole into my underpants. After he finished his contract and left I was bored. I got fucked bareback a few times on Hampstead Heath and took a couple of loads up me in a club in Manchester, but I didn't really know what I wanted now. On the (increasingly rare) occasions I had sex with my partner we were still using condoms so I wasn't putting him at risk but I knew the relationship was coming to an end. I was not surprised the following spring when he told me he wanted to leave. A few weeks later I was in Hamburg for a wedding. I didn't have much free time as there was a lot planned but it did me good to be on my own. On the Friday night I couldn't sleep and I got up and decided to go for a walk - something that always helps when I am stressed or have things on my mind. It was about 4am when I set out and I walked for miles. By about 6am I was close to the Stadtpark, a notorious cruising ground. I had been there quite a few times but never at this time in the morning. It was just beginning to get light as I walked in - just a little early for the joggers and the dog walkers. It was a beautiful Hamburg spring morning - sunny but cold and a little misty. I was enjoying the peace and quiet when I heard the sounds of a jogger coming up behind me. He passed me and I saw he was a fit blond lad - very German looking, with a very fit, beefy arse. I was feeling horny and decided to try my luck so I made my way to the cruisiest area of the park. I didn't meet anyone for a while and then I met a guy who was obviously cruising. He wasn't really my type but I was horny and, although generally more of a top than a bottom, I really wanted to be fucked. We cruised each other and ended up in the bushes. I sucked him for a while and then asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He did want to fuck me and asked if I wanted him to use a condom and I shook my head. I pulled down my pants and trousers and bent over. He pushed up me and began to fuck. After a while I heard the sound of rustling and I knew that someone else had joined us. I turned my head and, to my surprise, saw the jogger from earlier on. He came round in front of me and I reached out for his cock. He pulled his jogging bottoms and pants down to his knees and pushed his cock into my mouth. He said something to the guy who was fucking me. I didn't understand what he said or what the guy said in reply but they both laughed. I was really turned on now, I had a cock in my mouth and one up my arse and the fact that they were using me to get off made it even hornier. The guy fucking me took hold of my hips and began to fuck harder and I knew he was getting close to coming. Just then I sensed someone was watching. I looked up and a little way away I saw that a young lad, no more than eighteen or nineteen, was watching us. Just then the guy fucking me pushed me forward on to the jogger's cock and began to shoot his load up me. When he finished coming he pulled out and disappeared. The jogger took his place and pushed his cock up me. I could now look up and I saw the young lad had moved closer. He was dark haired, wearing a black hoodie, low slung jeans and red Nike trainers. I motioned to him to come and join us but he shook his head. The jogger was fucking me hard now and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. His breathing was getting faster and suddenly he groaned loudly and thrust hard up my arse and I knew I was getting another load up my unprotected arse. The jogger pulled out and was gone within seconds. The young lad didn't move. I had to see what would happen so I turned round and leant forward against a tree, so that my arse was facing the young lad. Nothing happened and just as I was thinking he must have gone I heard him move towards me. I didn't look round and then I felt a hand on my arse and a tentative finger found my spunky hole. Nothing happened for a minute and then I heard him drop his trousers and pants and suddenly he was standing behind me and I felt his cock against my arse. He was fumbling a bit so I pulled my cheeks apart with one hand and pulled his cock towards me with the other. Within seconds he was up me. I was surprised at how big his cock was - it was actually the biggest of the three. He began to fuck me, breathing heavily and after about ten or twelve thrusts he began to come. It was just as well there was no one around because he wasn't quiet as he shot his load up me. He pulled out and when I turned round he was pulling up his pants. Without a word he was gone. As I walked out of the park and made my way back to my hotel to get ready for the wedding, I felt much better. I had enjoyed every minute of being used by three guys - being fucked bareback and taking three loads up my arse - including one from a very straight looking jogger and one from a young lad. As I walked back through the city I knew I would be able to deal with whatever I had to. The split with my partner was difficult but after a while I got the confidence to go cruising again and began to enjoy myself. I played safe for a while, not yet ready to give in to my real desires. I knew the time would come though and one afternoon I was in a sauna in Birmingham. I came upon a fit young lad being fucked bareback and when the guy fucking him shot his load up him and pulled out, he turned round and offered his arse to me. I didn't hesitate. I fucked him bareback and ended up shooting one of the biggest loads of my life right up him. There would be no turning back now - I knew that.

I had a similar experience when a FB gave my number to a friend of his and highly recommended my ass. I was at dinner with another friend when he called me. His voice was so damn sexy that I went directly to his house after I dropped my friend off. He was a black guy in his 50's with a beautiful 10" uncut cock. And he knew how to use it. I considered it desert after a fine meal.

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

To Confront or Confess It was a nice night in Boston. The balmy day had become a comfortably warm and breezy night, the streets were alive with the wandering denizens of the city and I had been asked out on a dinner date by the guy I had been fucking more or less regularly as my exclusive cumdump after the condom broke the first time. He had been quiet lately and I thought our little triste had come to an end but perhaps this was him wanting to move up to the next level? He was just a hole to me now, I would definitely be fucking him after the date, but I would have to disappoint him if he wanted romance. We were meeting at his favorite restaurant and afterwards going to his nearby apartment... "So, I have something to tell you," he said as he closed the door to his apartment. We had enjoyed the dinner, the place lived up to its reputation, and I was quite horny for this little twink's ass, he always gave it up so eagerly. "What's that?" I questioned, already feeling like I knew about his wanting more than just my dick. "You pozzed me," he said bluntly, "and I want to know if you knew?" Well, shit. I didn't see that one coming. "I...did?" I mused aloud slowly as I walked slowly by his granite kitchen counter top and slid my index finger along it looking at him curiously. "Yeah, it had to be you," he went on taking off his sports coat and hung it on a nearby coat rack, "I've only been getting fucked by you for the past couple months, and no one ever fucks me raw...only reason I let you is because the condom broke that time and I figured it out later." "So you liked it," I smirked despite myself. "Well, yeah I did...I loved letting you take me and breed me and say how I was your little cum slut, and you just needed me because you didn't shoot your seed unless it went in someone," he admitted, and I could see how hard he was getting beneath his form fitting jeans which made his ass look so good, "I thought to get the pills you could take after getting a load you're not sure about within 24 hours to ensure not getting pozzed, but you were so hot I just coming back and letting you have me over and over again." "And that hasn't changed, has it?" I questioned coming closer to him now and reached my hands around his waste to grab his ass and pull him into me. "No...even now I just wanna open my legs for you and just give it up like usual until you jizz up my ass and zip up to leave like you always do," he breathed softly, his heart I could feel quickening its pace as I kissed him softly and seductively. "So then who cares about all the other sordid details, I just want that ass," I said, and I was sure I had him now. Of course that's when he pulled away, an uncertain and doubtful look in his eyes and face. "Because I was so devastated when I heard the news I slept with someone trying to believe it wasn't true and I know they got it from me," he revealed to my surprise. I lead him over to the nearby couch that faced a small flat screen tv. "Tell me about it," I said, he might have thought I cared about relieving the burden on his shoulders of becoming a gifter like I had, but really I wanted to be turned on about him spreading my seed even more. "I was going into club Paradise, you know...the one with the hot porn playing and the strippers on the first floor," he began the story... "And the dark seedy dance floor down in the basement with everyone trying to fuck on the floor, their car, or an alleyway?" I joked, but knew all too well just how true my words were. "And that's pretty much what happened, he saw me before I saw him...this fucking hot jock sort of guy. I was kind of dancing alone just trying to get lost in the music when he was grinding up against me from nowhere. I didn't even try and see who it was, I just grinded back and gyrated hard and in tandem with the music. His cock was a fat one, I could feel it clear through the jeans and I wanted to get fucked and used like how you always fucked and used me. That's what guys at Paradise were all there to do more or less." I knew I couldn't wait for more of his story, and what was to come, and when you find out what I heard, it'll be even better than any of you could have guessed. ((Short on time, but will get up the continuation ASAP fellas!))

Uncle Jim Nick wouldn't hear any of what his parents were telling him. He had been pondering this moment ever sine he admitted to himself at the age of 10 that he was gay. He went to his room, packed his things, went to his parents and told then he was gay and walked out the door. He drove his car over to Alex's house, knocked on the door. Uncle Jim answered the door seeing Nick standing there with what looked like his life's belongings. Alex was smoking a joint to help himself settle down from the partying they had dune for two days. Nick wanted stone of what Alex was smoking as they passed the joint around Tim they were stoned enough for bed. Alex invited Nick to share his bed with him as the two drifted off to sleep. While the two teens slept Uncle Jim got on his laptop. He sent an email to his party pals letting them know that he now has two HIV poz sons. They all knew he wanted to give his nephew his DNA, but they didn't know about his nephew's friend. His friend were hard core partiers that couldn't wait to meet the newbies. They ranged in age from 22 to 50 and they were ask I decent shape. What really got Uncle Jim's cock twitching was that the 22 year old had an 18 year-old brother who wanted to join in on the fun. What the 18 year-old didn't knew was the actual type of party he wanted to attend and that he (along with Alex and Nick) were to be the 'guest(s) of honor'. Uncle Jim knew he wouldn't have to convince Alex and Nick to participate, the trick was getting the very straight 18 year-old slammed up, fucked and pozzed just like his older brother. When the boys woke up Uncle Jim informed them of the party that would be held at a friend's house. When Uncle Jim told them about their friend's straight younger brother and the plan to drug him and fuck him full of cum, poz cum. That's when Nick realized that he was probably pozzed the other night. Alex rubbed Nick's back, kissed him on his cheek and placed a hand on his crotch. This brought a slight simulation to Nick's cock which began to get hard. As Alex began to suck Nick's cock. He wanted hard enough to ride as they talked about what both of then had gone through the past couple weeks and how they could pass their bug on to unsuspecting guys. Nick plowed Alex's hole filling it with what was probably still neg jizz that they knew would be poz in due time. The poz talk as they fucked turned both boys on while Uncle Jim watched knowing he had created a couple of prime gifters. I the few days before the party Uncle Jim came up with a plan, he figured he could have Alex and Nick play dumb and innocent like the straight boy. The straight boy's older brother was going to drug him and he figured his two boys could play along and once all three of them were in slings and the newbie was waking up they'd get slammed up (again since Uncle Jim wanted Alex and Nick really fucked up without their knowledge). When Friday night came the three of them arrived at their friend's place for the party. The only people visibly there was three host, the older brother, Ray, and his younger brother, Fred. Alex and Nick played it up with Fred (or Freddie as he liked to be called). Freddie's brother got him to the party by telling him that there were going to be some 'easy pussy' at the party to fuck, what he didn't tell him is that he was one of the 'easy pussies' for fucking. Alex and Nick played along telling Freddie they couldn't wait to score. When Freddie began to get 'woozy' the boys played along. When he was out the two were told to carry them down to the basement where most of the guests were waiting. After they stripped Freddie and placed him in one of the slings they quickly stripped and climbed into the other two slings. As they laid there and had their arms and legs restrained do that they couldn't get out even if they wanted to climb out. This would match what was being done with Freddie that way he'd think that all three of them were set up with Alex and Nick loving the attention and (hopefully) cumming Freddie down, although ate his slam he'd have no will to fight. Uncle Jim knew it would be a good half hour (or longer) before Freddie would be awake to be slam. He pulled out a couple decent size slams to get the boys started. Alex and Nick were eager to get going as tourniquets were fixed on both boys arms, their arms swabbed with alcohol, followed by the point. Both boys coughed out as the drug took control. The friend began to take turns teasing the boys as they each begged to be fucked as they waited for Freddie to come around. As he stated to stir the attention Alex and Nick were getting stopped as they prepared Freddie for the first slam of his 18 year-old life, as well as preparing Alex and Nick for their next set of (stronger) slams. Uncle Jim reminded the boys to be a little vocal of their objections or they'd get slammed and left in the slings without any attention. Alex and Nick thought they were getting weak slams as they fixed the tourniquets, swabbed each arm as Freddie was asking his brother 'WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON RAY, LET ME OUT IF THIS THING!' Alex and Nick gave their own protests as they all were getting points stuck in a vein. The slams were administered, Freddie was specially fixed by his brother who made sure to mix in an ample amount of his poz blood and as the tourniquets were removed all three coughed out hard. Alex and Nick were (pleasantly) surprised when they were totally fucked up (and then fucked). After Freddie caught his breath he began to moan and was heard saying 'OH FUCK'. Uncle Jim leaned close to Alex and asked how he liked his second slam of the night? Alex could barely make out what he was being asked as there was a ringing I his ears and wasn't sure who was asking since he couldn't focus his eyes. He just simply replied to keep them coming. When Nick was asked the same question from Uncle Jim he simply mumbled, 'Fuck yeah.' Over the night the the boys were fucked (and seeded) by each guy at the party. Ray was the first one who fucked his younger brother. It was apparent by the moans escaping from Freddie's mouth that he was enjoying the attention his ass was getting. It was self evident by Uncle Jim that Freddie needed to be taught how to suck some cock as he stroked up to Freddie's head and rubbed the tip of his cock over Freddie's lips. His older brother Ray whispered in his ear to open his mouth and suck the cock he was drooling over. As the sun came up the three teens needed a break and to stretch their legs. All three were helped out of the slings and into a refreshing shower. After a specialized protein/carbohydrate drink to refresh and energize them they were taken bake to the basement where the slings were replaced with mattresses and each was given another slam.

Uncle Jim Alex was a budding drug user that was will initiated to meth use by being thrown in the deep end with generous slams. That first night Alex was well fucked that first night and he loved every second, inch and cc of what he got that night. Sure it was most likely the drugs, but Alex was already experimenting with pot, the leap to crystal was easy for Uncle Jim to get him to make. Alex was receptive to the drugs, what he wasn't aware of was the fact that Uncle Jim was HIV positive and the points his uncle used to slam him with were needles that his uncle had used before to slam himself. Uncle Jim wasn't taking any chances, Alex was going to be his HIV son. Alex crashed for the next couple of days after his first night partying. It didn't take long before Alex began to feel 'under the weather'. Uncle Jim cared for his nephew as he kept Alex in bed although he wanted to see his friend Nick. He had learned a lot from his uncle and wanted to share his good friend. While Alex was recovering from the fuck flu, unaware that he was becoming toxic himself, he asked his uncle to teach him how to slam himself. Uncle Jim let his nephew know hat there are several ways to do Tina and he will teach him every way as long as he could join him when he got Nick high. Uncle Jim had a plan and Alex was interested. A couple days after Alex was feeling better he invited Nick over to smoke some primo weed. Right before Nick arrived he took a couple bite pills his uncle gave him that would help him get (and stay) hard. They lit up the joint with Alex urging Nick to take large hits as he took small hits. This gave Nick more of the joint that had an ample supply of Tina. As the two got high, Nick higher than Alex, Alex had his moment to ask how Nick was enjoying the pot. Nick was loving the pot as he smoked the last of the joint. Alex moved in so that he could make his move I his friend. Nick was receptive to his friend's advancements. When Alex put his mouth on his friend's 6 1/2" cock hit gave him access to Nick's virgin ass. Alex knew what he had to do to get his friend higher and more receptive to the advancements he was making. This distraction made it easy for Alex to slip a couple small shards into Nick's hole. Nick felt the sight burn As Alex played with his hole. Despite the burn Nick was feeling he was starting to enjoy the attention his ass was getting. This allowed Alex to slip more of his finger (and more Tina) further into his hungry hole. While the drugs and stimulation were working his mind Alex moved on to the next step in the plan, planting the seed to get higher. Nick was very open to going hover just as Alex had done the night of his birthday. A little more Tina in his hole and Alex's suction in his cock had Nick practically begging to go higher. Uncle Jim had a plan Alex didn't know about which was to use a point that he used in when he taught Alex how to slam a couple days before knowing that this dirty point would bring Nick into their new family. The points were already prepared when Alex pulled them out from where he had them stashed along with a tourniquet. Nick watched with fascination as Alex fixed the rubber tourniquet on his left, muscular bicep. Without saying a word he used an alcohol prep on a prominent vein and quickly stuck the point in before Nick could say anything. There was the brief flash of blood before the large slam was emptied. When the tourniquet was pulled off Nick felt the drug move up his arm and into his chest causing him to cough as he rode his first rush. Nick never noticed that his 7" hard on had disappeared as Uncle Jim appeared and stated to rim Nick's hungry hole. This gave Alex an opportunity to give Nick his cock to suck as he prepared his own slam. Nick want and to watch as Alex administered his own slam. He fixed his tourniquet, swabbed a his vein then did his point home. With Uncle Jim's teaching, Alex made that this slam a lot milder compared to the his first slam and the one Nick had just received. Alex coughed out as he began to ride his own rush while Uncle Jim prepared Nick's hole fit Alex to fuck. Alex and Uncle Jim traded places allowing Alex to position his death stick at Nick's neg hole. Alex paused a moment as he began to reflect on the consequences of what he was wait to do, fuck a poz load inside his hunk of a friend. The thought of knocking his friend up just as his uncle had done to him. A reflected on the news when his uncle told him that he had pozzed his ass. This actually brought Alex and his Uncle Jim close. Alex fucked his friend with a passion and dropped a good size load into his friend. After he had drained his cock Uncle Jim took his place ass fucked Alex's toxic sperm deeper into Nick's formerly virgin (and soon to be poz) ass. They all had more slams as the afternoon progressed into night into the next day. Nick had been away from home longer than he had planned. This caused his parents to worry. When he finally returned home his parents wanted to ground the 19 year old. Nick wouldn't hear any of what his parents were telling him. He had been pondering this moment ever sine he admitted to himself at the age of 10 that he was gay. He went to his room, packed his things, went to his parents and told then he was gay and walked out the door.

I definitely like the brother angle. I hope there's more to come.

Part 3 As I walked down the hill with the black guy's load up my arse, I knew, at some level, I should be worried, but I wasn't. Instead I felt incredibly turned on, even satisfied with myself. In fact, all the way home on the train I had a hard on that just would not go down. As soon as I got in to my flat I dropped my pants and began to wank, fingering my spunky hole and remembering how good it had felt, bending over the toilet and being fucked, pretending I didn't want him to come up my unprotected arse but hoping that he would.... I began to take more chances - I was cruising in bars and in the open air and, although I was still practicing safe sex, I was leaving it to chance a lot - if the other guy mentioned condoms I was happy to use them, if he didn't I wasn't that bothered. I was still more wary of being fucked without a condom than I was of fucking and my next few bare experiences were as a top. I fucked a couple of lads I met in bars and then one night I fucked a fit young blond lad on Hampstead Heath and shot my load up his slim, tight arse. When I pulled out he stood up and we kissed for a while. Then he indicated that he wanted me to fuck me. I hesitated, but only for a moment. I pulled my pants down, bent over and let him lube me up. Seconds later I was being fucked bareback and a little while after that he was groaning and I was taking a load of cum deep in my arse. One night a few weeks later I was in Glasgow visiting family and late on Friday night I went out cruising in Kelvingrove park, one of my old haunts as a student. It was quite quiet but after a while I came across a group scene. A lad of about eighteen or nineteen, who I assumed was a student, was bent over sucking one guy while being fucked form behind by another. I joined the group of guys around him and pulled-out my cock and stroked myself. After a while the guy fucking the student shot his load and pulled out, removing the condom from his cock. When he left things got much more interesting. There were three of us now - an older guy, a tall mid twenties guy and me. The mid twenties guy stepped up and pushed his bare cock up the student, who didn't even look round. I was really turned on now as I watched them fuck without a condom but the older guy made a comment about "not wanting to catch AIDS" and walked off in disgust. None of us paid any attention and soon we were joined by another guy who joined us in taking turns bare fucking the student until all three of shot our loads up his arse. I knew my behaviour was becoming more risky and over the next few months I took a few more loads up me - a couple on Hampstead Heath, one in the dark room at the Central Station and one from a lad I used to work with one night when his boyfriend was away. It was then that I met the guy who was to become my partner for the next ten years. When we met we talked about safe sex and I said I always played safe but admitted my record was not 100%. He was the same and so we agreed we would continue to use condoms and get tested. We both tested negative but continued to use condoms throughout our relationship - somehow it just seemed natural. So began one of the safest of all my safe sex periods which lasted for about eight years. I was glad we did keep using condoms with each other because it meant that I wasn't putting him at risk when I later started cheating..... I occasionally had sex with other guys from time to time during my relationship, but I always played safe. During the last couple of years of the relationship we started drifting apart. We were both working hard and his work took him away for a few days at a time. When he was away I began to do some exploring - going cruising on Hampstead Heath and visiting a few clubs. It was now 2005 I was surprised to see how much barebacking was going on. I continued to play safe but was becoming increasingly tempted by all the bare sex going on around me. In the spring I started having sex with a guy on my team at work when we used to work late. Dan was a high flyer, having attended one of the top universities and was clearly on his way up. He was in his mid twenties, blond, fit and lived with his girlfriend in an upmarket part of London. I was quite surprised when he told me he was bi and indicated that he liked getting his cock sucked. Of course I took him up on his invitation. The first few times we played around, he just pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees and I sucked him off until he came in my mouth. Then one night he asked if I would lick his arse and a few weeks later he asked me to fuck him. We fucked a few times, always with a condom. One evening he was bent over the desk, his pants and trousers down at his knees and I was fucking him from behind. I was desperately horny as I hadn't come for at least a week. Dan's hole was tight as always and I was close to coming. I began to fuck him faster and before long I was shooting what felt like a massive load up him. When I pulled out I realised that the condom had split - it was completely wrecked. Dan hadn't noticed and I decided not to say anything. I wrapped what was left of the condom in a tissue and got rid of it. I never said what had happened and he never referred to it. We only fucked a few times after that and then he got a job with another company and left. But the knowledge that I had shot a massive load right up Daniel's arse really turned me on and I began to fantasise that he had asked me to fuck him without a condom and I imagined him pulling his cheeks apart as I fucked him and begging me to fuck him bareback and shoot my load up him and send him back to his girlfriend with a big load of cum in his arse..... In June that year me and my partner went to Ibiza for a week with some friends. By now I was feeling bored and restless. I was tired of always doing the right thing and ready to rebel. We spent most afternoons on the gay beach at Es Cavalllet and Joe, one of my partner's friends, who was single, would frequently wander about in the late afternoon. I knew from what he said that he was going cruising in the dunes behind the beach. One day when he was gone I said to my partner that I was going for a walk along the beach. He barely looked up and I headed off along the beach, doubling back when out of sight and made my way to the cruising ground. I knew I would have to be careful not to be spotted by Joe but I was horny and I wanted some action. It was quite busy and soon I was in the bushes sucking off a German lad. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his load. A little later I was walking towards a little clearing when I saw three guys coming towards me and I realised that one of them was Joe. I ducked out of sight and waited for them to pass but they didn't. I moved forward cautiously and looked through the bushes into the clearing. The two guys had their shorts and pants down and Joe was down on his knees sucking first one cock and then the other. I was really turned on as I watched Joe sucking cock. I had always thought he was an attractive guy - small and stocky which is a look I always go for. I could see Joe was wanking as he sucked the two lads off and after a while he stood up. One of the other guys got down and I had a good view now of Joe's arse as he pulled his shorts down to let the guy suck him. They continued sucking each other for a while and then they all stood up and the taller of the two guys pulled something out his pocket and handed it to Joe. I could see that it was a sachet of lube and as I watched, Joe took it and rubbed some on his arse. He then bent over against a tree and the tall guy stood behind him and I watched as they began to fuck. Joe's pants and shorts were at his ankles as the guy fucked him and I was almost certain he wasn't wearing a condom. After a while he pulled out and the other guy took his place. I was really turned on as I watched them bareback Joe and wanked myself as they took turns fucking Joe until each of the two guys blew his load in Joe's arse. I was back at the beach by the time Joe returned and the fact that I knew he had two loads up his arse really turned me on. That night we all went clubbing at the Anfora, which was very popular at that time. It was easy for me to wander off from time to time and whilst my partner and the others were on the dance floor I made my way to the dark room. It was still quite early but it was quite busy in there. After a while I noticed a tall lad standing on the fringes watching the action. I had seen him drinking at the bar earlier on and I recognised him as one of a party of young lads from Manchester that I had seen around the town during the week. He was swaying a little bit and I realised he had probably had quite a few drinks. As I watched, he was joined by three other guys and soon his trousers and pants were down and he was bent over sucking on one guy as the other two played with his arse. Soon one of them was behind him fucking him up the arse. After a while he pulled out and the other guy took over - even from where I was standing I could tell they were barebacking him and I could see that he didn't care. By now I'd had enough of watching - I wanted some raw action for myself. I moved closer and watched as they took turns fucking him and soon I had joined them and he was sucking my cock as the third guy took his turn up his arse I knew at least one of the guys had come and then the second pulled out and disappeared. I watched the third guy fuck him and come and then it was my turn. I could feel the cum running down the lad's legs as I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck. He was sucking on someone else now and I fucked him hard until I shot a massive load right up him. I thought I had better get back before I was missed and left the dark room, noticing as I did that the Manchester lad was now being fucked by yet another guy. No one had noticed my absence and later on I returned to the dark room. It was packed by now and before long I was bent over sucking a cock. I felt hands round my waist and then my trousers were unbuttoned and pulled down together with my pants. I could have resisted but I didn't and before long I felt a cock pushing at my arse. I reached round and felt the cock that was about to enter me. It was lubed but there was no condom. I bent forward and felt the cock push right up me. I stayed bent over and was fucked bareback by three guys, one after the other. I enjoyed every minute of it , the loud music, the smell of aftershave and the sex going on all around me and by the time I re joined the others I had taken two loads up my arse and two in my mouth. The next day I went cruising in the dunes at the beach and I ran in to the taller of the two lads who had fucked Joe the day before. I cruised him and he followed me into the bushes. Soon I was sucking his cock and after a while I offered him my arse. He nodded and I lubed my self up and bent over - no mention of a condom - and before long I was taking another load up my arse. A few days later I was on the plane home, even as I knew I had crossed an important line. Final part to follow

Ninety percent of the time I freeball. I like feeling my cock and balls moving around. I also like the easy access. All I have to do is pull my pants/shorts down and bend over.

Still neg, last checkup was a few days ago, been on PrEP since early June 2013, haven't noticed any side effects. In that time I have forgotten to take it twice. I have no reason to think that I would convert given how I am very good at adherence to the medication. Going on PrEP was one of the best decisions I have ever made.

Part 3 Without pulling his finger form my tight hole, Tony used his free hand to pull me to a standing position and pull me away from the blonde bottom till my cock slid from his wet hole with a soft squelshing sound. He guided me to the empty sling next to the blonde and in one swift movement pulled his fingers from my hole and tossed me into the sling. Suddenly I found myself, a total top, naked staring down at myself in the mirrored ceiling of the sling room with my legs spread and a massively built gruff looking man sliding two of his spit slicked fingers into my hole. I moaned as his two fingers made their way into my hole and again the phrase, “but I’m a top,” died on my lips in a whimper as my ass steadily stretched to accommodate Tony’s invading digits. For a long while he worked those two fingers in and of my hole while he licked around them, swirling the thick dark hair that surrounded my pucker around with his tongue. I looked over at the blonde boy next to me a guy of around forty with powerful arms and legs and a bit of a beer gut was pounding the boy harder then I could ever have dreamed to fuck him. His eyes were steadily rolling back in his head with each thrust. A scream burst past my lips as a third finger was pressed inside my hole, but weather it was in pain or ecstasy even I wasn’t sure. As my hole stretched to allow for this new invasion I panted like a bitch in heat. A fire was growing with in my hole, a fire that I felt certain could only be quenched by one thing, a cock. I experienced a thought that I never had before: I wanted to get fucked. I wanted Tony to pull his cock out from his jockstrap and slam it into my hole. I wanted him to use my ass as I had used so many bottoms before myself. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “What was that boy?” “Fuck me,” I said a little louder. “What?” “Fuck me, please,” I said louder still. “I can’t hear you.” “Fuck me! I want you to fuck me,” I practically screamed. “You understand that once I get my cock inside of you I will not pull out? Once I start fucking your sweet furry boy hole I will breed you?” “Fucking breed my hole!” “Definitely not a top now.” Tony stood up and smirked at me, he made a show of sliding his jock down till his cock sprang free of the fabric. Seeing it sticking straight out hard as a rock I couldn’t imagine how the thin white jock had held the hairy beast’s massive member. I groaned as I stared at his throbbing cock imagining how my stretched out hole would feel as he penetrated where no man had ever penetrated before. His thick cock head brushed against my hole and I gasped, my heart pounding in anticipation. Was this how the bottoms I had fucked felt? I hoped so. He rubbed his cock along my crack allowing it to snag a little more on my hole each time till finally his cock head popped inside of my ass. My hole spasmed around his cock as he steadily sank the rest of his girthy nine inch cock inside of me. I just moaned.

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