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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!

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.......

Fucked my first freshman ass of the new semester. Best thing about living in a college town is the unending supply of fresh, naive 18-19 year old bois. He didn't say if he was a virgin and I didn't ask, but his ass was so tight it took me forever to get balls deep in him, mostly because he would not stop squirming. Once I got into him and his hole started to open up to accept my cock, he relaxed enough to let me give him a good, long fucking. Ended up fucking and breeding him three times. He is so my type, smooth, innocent acting/looking, and 100% twink. Sent him home about an hour ago, but he'll be coming back over on Monday for more.

Thanks all for the likes and comments. It really is good to hear that you enjoyed the story.

A friend of mine, Jeff. recently told me about this. He recently visited a friend of his, Dale, in a nearby big city. Both Jeff and Dale are gay, but they have never made out with each other. On this visit Dale and Jeff were watching videos and drinking. Dale popped a dvd into the player. In the scenes that played, two fighters were fighting each other. No shirts, no shoes, no gloves. They were only wearing loose shorts. The fighters were in a cage of sorts. It was a no holds bar fighting. They were beating the hell out of each other. Finally one of the fighters fell to the floor. After several seconds had passed, a referee outside the cage called the fight, declaring the one standing the winner. At which time the winner dropped his shorts and pulled a big cock out. He gave it a few quick strokes while looking down at the other fighter. The winner then reached down and jerked the shorts off of the other fighter. He then got down and forcibly slammed his bare cock into the defeated fighter's ass. The winner, hard and fast fucked the defeated fighter for several minutes until he came in his ass. Pulling out. Jumping to his feet with his hands in the air in victory. Jeff looked at Dale, and said "What the fuck!" Dale explained that he got the dvd from a friend who had recorded it off of a streaming video. The videos are from a private stream. The fights are real. It is a fight club with a twist. You take all of the rules from the movie basically. However the looser gets fucked by the winner. No extra lube. No condoms. Either you win and drain your nuts, or you loose and you get your ass raped. There is no option of not fucking. You can clean out and prelube just encase you loose. If you loose, you will be fucked wither you are conscious or not. There was a total of five fights on the dvd. At one point Jeff realized that both Dale and him had their cocks out slow stroking. At which point Jeff had a realization. He had noticed when they first meet that Dale had some old bruises and scabs on his face and hands. Jeff did not think twice about it because Dale is in construction. Jeff also noticed that whenever the winning fighter slammed his cock into the loser, Dale would winch in pain just for a second. Jeff never did ask. Ever since I heard of this I have been looking all over the internet for this. I have not found it yet. For some odd reason this is hot to me. Does anyone have a clue? Do you have any suggestions on how to find such things?

So last night I crossed a line I shouldn't have, but note that I have, will continue to cross. I hooked up with my best friend's long-term partner/boyfriend. Yikes. The three of us were bar and club hopping, starting in Adams Morgan and finishing in Dupont at trusty Cobalt. All three of us somehow made it to the McDonald's a block south of the club, and this is where it got interesting. My best friend (who's been raw fucking me since I moved to the area xD, his bf doesn't know, don't know how he hasn't noticed my cum stains all over the couches and bed) passed out. We both tried waking him up to head home (last train was about to head to our connecting station), to no avail. I don't know what has gotten in to me lately, but I've been very bold. I grumbled that I'm horny and grabbed my friend's bf's crotch. He said, "Careful, I've wanted to fuck that ass since I first saw you." So I kept rubbing his dick. My ass was getting wet just at the thought of being fucked by him ... but I needed in his ass too. He then randomly asked, "Where do you want to go?" then I told him about a park a few miles away. Haha thanks Uber for providing the ride there! The park is Rock Creek, and it's pretty expansive in area. I knew exactly where to go, so I had us dropped off (know chose a random hotel not far from the park). Once we made it down the hill and in to the woods, I quickly dropped his pants to the ground and sucked his dick. I now know why my friend doesn't bottom for him ... he's insanely hung! A real 9 inches and I thick. Luckily when drunk my holes open up. After sucking his dick for a few, I turned him around, had him bend over a tree, and started rimming him. I was determined to seed his hot ass. Bubbly and muscular. I kept stroking his dick while rimming, getting him hot and bothered. I then had him suck my dick for a few minutes, then threw him back bent over the tree. I really wanted him to feel it, so I simply used more spit to lube us up then I rammed the head of my dick in his ass. Damn he's tight ... took me about 5 minutes just to sink in balls deep. Once in, I didn't hesitate to own that ass. I used my left arm to wrap around his neck and gently choked him while fucking as hard and rough as I could. I only lasted 5 minutes before slamming in deep and flooding his hole. I didn't withdraw from his ass until after I added two more loads, with each subsequent fuck lasting about 10-15 minutes. He finally blew a load during the third round, after he muttered he's into race play. Begged me to call him names that I never use but hey, I get off on turning on others. After a few minutes of saying things plus "Whose black ass is this?" he busted a sizable load. I'm still uncomfortable being the verbal guy in race play, I love receiving it though. Well, he wasn't able to get hard enough to fuck me, so he just rimmed me until he jerked off another load. Haha when we got back to the McDonald's, friend was still passed out. I know the night manager, so I knew he'd let us back in. Man, somehow I need to do a 3 way with both of them.

There is nothing like getting fucked with a huge raw cock, feeling it twitch inside and then taking the seed, damn it feels good

This is good news. The only way to fuck is raw.

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?”

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?***

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.

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A few months ago I met the cutest little bear at the local bear bar. We hit it off immediately and we both wanted to breed…bad. He was with friends and had to go. We exchanged numbers but nothing became of that. I had a few j/o fantasies about him but moved on to other dick. Night before last he messaged me online. We did the typical “how are you?” back and forth until he told me he needed some cum in his ass bad. I gave him directions and thirty minutes later he was on my doorstep. We sat on the sofa, had a drink and played the “first move” game. Normally this is not a game I play. I jump on it right away, but he was so cute and shy it made my poz cock throb just watching him so uncomfortable. I finally stood up and told him I was going to get naked and he could join me if he wanted to. What a sweet little fucker. Nice even coat of curly fur, perky round hairy ass, and the cutest little set of cock and balls on the planet. We made out for quite a while before exchanging blowjobs. I wanted him to beg for it so did not mind extending the foreplay for as long as possible. Then I pulled out my secret weapon, I started to deep tongue his sweet little hole. So fuckin tasty! He moaned like a bitch in heat. Finally he turned over, looked me in the eye and said, “I want you to bare fuck me.” Wow, you do not have to ask twice. Funny thing is I am 90% a bottom but his attitude turned me into a pig top from hell. The thought of infecting this cute guy was driving me wild. I threw his legs up and began lubing my cock with spit. He kept telling me how much he wanted my cum. His sweet little hole made my average cock feel like a twelve incher. He took it like a champ. As I said, I am a bottom so breeding this little bear did not take long. I shot deep and hard filling him with my infection. We spooned for a while with my cock inside. He finally looked over and asked me if I had just knocked him up. I simply said “yeah.” He pulled off me and said “Good. Want me to return the favor?” I wasn’t sure if he was poz or was chasing, but within a few seconds I was on my hands and knees taking his sweet little cock. After he shot in me we put on clothes and he left. Fuck I hope I was the one to knock him up.

once i got a little less aroused, i got a smaller cage on

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**

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.

Friday night I was really horny, so I texted a regular fuck bud of mine, a youngish black guy with a great cock, who lived on the north side of Houston . I arrived at his place and before, his long fat nine inch cock was buried balls deep in my cunt. This guy always throws me a good fuck. He's slightly dominant, putting me into different positions so he can really work and open my hole before shoving his BBC deep, and filling me with his big nutt. I always leave satisfied...and horny for more. As soon as we were done, I headed over to check out a nearby video store, which is tucked into a nearly abandoned strip center behind a bar that recently closed. Unfortunately, when the bar went so did a lot of the traffic at the ABS, so the last few times I've stopped at the ABS, it has been dead. This time I was pleasantly surprised to see a number of cars in the parking lot. Figuring my chances were good, I paid the fee and went in the back. It's basically a big room, open in the center with the booths on opposite walls. As I made my first pass through, a black dude practically jumped out of his booth to get my attention. However, I played it coy, and walked to the opposite end and back before leaning against the wall a couple feet from his booth. He motioned me over so I joined him. His nice fat, eight and a half inch cock was poking through the zipper of his shorts and pretty soon I was devouring it. He undid his pants and dropped them to the floor, so I followed his example, undid mine, and went back to sucking his cock. Before long, he reached toward my ass. 'JACKPOT', I thought as I kept at his dick. Sure enough, he motioned that he wanted to fuck, so I stood up, he angled behind me, bent me forward, and slid that fat BBC up my cum-slicked hole. Considering we were in a rather cramped booth, he threw a surprisingly good fuck. After a while, though, I couldn't stay in the standing position anymore, so we ended up with me on my knees on the floor and him drilling me semi-doggy style until he whispered "I'm cumming" and shoved in one last time and busted. After a few seconds he pulled out, so I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him off. I hung around there a little longer hoping one of the other guys wanted to play, but no one bit, so I left to sit in my car for a while, flipping between a4a, bbrts, grindr and scruff looking for some more nutt. Surprisingly, I found a black top on bbrts. He was staying in a motel a few miles away so I headed that direction. His cock wasn't as nice as the first two, but hey a black cock is a black cock. Pretty soon he was buried balls deep and before long he added his seed to my well-fucked cumhole. By this time it was 2:00 AM, so I headed home, completely satisfied.

I've sucked my half brother off and it was hot. We had company spending the night and we had to sleep in the living room. We were talking about sex and shit. Before I knew it I asked him if I could suck his cock he pulled down his pants and will that was the first of many blow jobs I gave him

Usually keep the lpads in me overnight. Love going to sleep knowing that I have someone's seed in me.

1. As I left my apartment building to get some coffee, he was standing at the entrance. He was listening to the phone ringing, but there was seemingly no answer. The only reason I noticed him was to admire the thick arm muscles and the subtle tattoos against his rich black skin. His tight t-shirt showed off his pecs and hard nipples, but it seemed thin in the brisk morning air. He had a small duffel bag sitting on the ground. I didn't bother shutting the gate as I walked away. I noticed he made no attempt to sneak in behind me. Fifteen minutes later I came back with with my coffee. He was gone, and I almost forgot about him. I climbed the steps up to my apartment, depressed by the grey, foggy morning. I doubted there would be any sun today. As I turned into my hallway, I noticed that there was a person hanging out, leaning against the railing. It was the same black man I had seen earlier at the front gate. He was hanging out near my apartment. Getting closer, I saw he had dropped his bag right by my door. "Can I help you?" I asked him. "Does Javier still live here?" he asked me, pointing to my apartment. "No. I live here," I said. "Fuck. I had been looking for Javi. How long you been here?" "About 4 months," I said. I had moved in recently, and still wasn't entirely unpacked. "You know where Javi moved to?" "No idea, sorry." "Damn. Spent all night on the bus getting here. Fucking need a hot shower bro," he said. I looked him over more carefully. He was about six six tall, and pretty much all muscle. Although it was hard to see between in the grey lighting of morning and his black skin, tattoos ran up and down both of his arms. There was a bit of stubble on his face, and his hair was cropped closely. Standing up over me, he was a little menacing. At only five eight, I knew there would be no contest between the two of us. "Well, I suppose you could come in and take a shower. Wish I could help you with with where your friend Javier moved to," I said. "Thanks, bro," he said. He grabbed his duffel bag as I unlocked the door. I let him go in first. "I'm Matt," I said, as he walked in. "Where did you come in from?" "I'm Eli, man. I came from the west side of the state," he said. He was being a bit evasive about where he had come from. I realized he was probably coming from the state penitentiary. He dropped his duffel bag by the door, and looked around the small apartment. "Done it up nice, bro. Much nicer than when Javi was here." I shut the door behind us. I should have been scared, alone with a big black thug, but my cock was twitching more than I cared to admit. "Thanks," I said. I grabbed a towel out of the closet. He had obviously been here before, because he headed straight to the bathroom. Even before he got to the bathroom he had already pulled off his shirt. His chest was impressively muscled, and there were more tattoos, across his chest, and over his washboard abs. I had tried not to stare, but I noticed that around his navel, there was a red biohazard symbol. He tossed the shirt into a corner, grabbed the towel from me, and walked into the bathroom. He was still wearing his grey sweat pants and an old pair of sneakers. He closed the door and a few moments later, I heard the shower start running. I picked up the shirt from the ground; even just holding it in my hands, I could smell the sweat and grime on it. From the size of the duffel bag and the condition of the t-shirt, I guessed he didn't have much in the way of clothing. It was clear that anything I might have wouldn't fit him. I put the shirt on a chair in the living room, and started to sip my coffee while Eli showered. He didn't take long in shower. I had barely started on my coffee when the water was turned off. Eli shuffled around a bit in the bathroom, I guessed he was drying himself off. Soon, he opened the door, and walked out into the living room. He had slung the towel over his shoulder, and was otherwise totally naked. I didn't bother trying to hide my staring at him. His legs were just as well-defined as his chest and arms, and handing between them was a fat yet still limp cock and two huge, low-hanging balls. I tried to focus on his face, but I found myself constantly glancing back at his cock and thick bush. He at least pretended not to notice me staring. "Thanks bro. I needed that. Not had that hot of a shower in a long, long time." "So, what were your plans for the day?" I asked. He had turned around, looking for his duffel bag. His ass was two perfectly balanced black globes, just as hard and perfect as the rest of his body. I wanted to kneel down, spread his muscular cheeks and worship his hole. "Fuck bro, I don't know. Was hoping I could crash with Javi for a bit. And try to have some fun today. It's been too long since I've had the chance." He found where he had left the duffel, and knelt down. As he rummaged through it, his low-hanging balls were swinging heavily between his legs. I guessed they were full of accumulated jizz. I wanted nothing more than to be the one to drain them for him. "What kind of fun are you up for?" I asked. "I don't care bro. Just kick back, have a good time. Javi was always good for a wild party." He found what he had been looking for, and he turned around. He had a threadbare pair of underwear and a small book. "Damn, I wish I knew where he went. Hope his cell is still the same." "Like what you see, bro?" he asked, not yet putting on the underwear. "Yeah," I said, a little embarrassed that he had noticed. "That's cool bro. Maybe we can have our own party," he said. His hand dropped down to his groin, and he started to rub his cock a bit. "I can borrow your phone? Wanna see if I can get a hold of Javi." I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. "Here you go." He took it from me, and started to page through his address book. He let the underwear drop to the ground. "Yo, bro. Gotta be honest. You got any party favors?" he asked me, as he stopped searching through his book. He dialed the phone. "What do you like?" I asked. "I've got some pot and other things." Eli's face brightened up when I mentioned "other things." "Bro, I'd love to smoke some meth, if you've got it." He was slouched back on one of the chairs facing me, his legs spread wide. It was still difficult for me not to stare at his cock. Even half-hard it was massive; a good seven inches long and nearly beer-can thick. I had no idea if I was going to be able to do anything with it, or even if I was going to get to play with our partying. "Yeah, I do," I said. I hadn't even used up my last baggie and had just bought two more grams the previous day. "Well, damn, bro. Share your wealth, and I'll share mine," he said. He shook his cock at me, indicating exactly the wealth he had to share. He held the phone up to his ear and I thought I could hear the sound of ringing. "Right on, man," I said. The ringing had stopped and I heard a muffled answer. "Yo, Javi, my man. This is Eli," he said into the phone. He clicked the volume down a bit, and I couldn't hear the other man any longer. A pause, then "Yeah. I got out yesterday. Got here this morning." I went into the bedroom, and found my pipe, torch, and the full bag of favors. In the living room, Eli was still talking. "Hanging out in your old apartment, actually. Cool guy here now." I rummaged through my bed stand, and found a few tablets of Viagra. "Yeah, totally. We're just getting the party started. You should come over." Supplies in hand, I came back to the living room. Eli had moved to the couch, where I had been sitting. I put the supplies down on the coffee table. "Awesome bro. See you in thirty then," he said, putting the phone down. He looked towards me. I tied to meet his eyes, but was still distracted by the massive tool between his legs. "Javi is coming over in a bit bro. We'll have fun today." He grabbed his cock, playing with it a bit. "Not as big as me. But he's not bad at all and definitely knows how to use it." I wasn't sure about having two strangers in my place, much less two strangers high on crystal meth, but my cock was starting to think for me. "Found a Viagra, if you want that as well?" I said. "You think you can handle me fucking you on V?" he asked, laughing. I stared at his cock. I knew this was going to be a day like I had dreamed of, and I didn't want anything to mess up the party. "I know I can." I said. "Well, get me something to drink. You got any beer bro?" I went into the kitchen, and brought him a cold can of beer. He took the viagra and washed it down. "Just a sec," I said, and went back into the bedroom. I found some poppers and lube, and brought those out. "Right on, bro. This is just what I needed," he said. "The pipe loaded?" he asked. I shook my head no. I sat down on the couch next to him and got a big chunk of crystal out of the baggie. I put it in the pipe. The bowl still looked a little empty to me, so I added two smaller shards. I took the torch and lit it. I melted the shards in the bowl. As I prepared the pipe, Eli watched. He grabbed the lube off the table and poured a little on his cock. When the first thin wisp of smoke curled out of the pipe, I handed it to him, to let him have the pleasure of the first hit. He took the pipe, one hand holding it as his other hand continued to slowly stroke his cock. He held the pipe in his mouth as I held the torch under it. The crystals crackled and smoked in the intense heat of the torch. He emptied the bowl several times, pulling a strong hit. After the fourth or fifth pull, he indicated he was good. I let the torch go out, and he pulled the pipe out of his mouth. He held it for a few seconds. Then, he blew out a thick white cloud right into my face. "Your turn," he said, as the smoke slowly dissipated in the room. I took the pipe and started to heat it up. As I let it melt and smoke, he took another swig of the beer. "You got any porn?" he asked. "Helps me get in the mood." I just nodded, as I took my first drag from the pipe. I felt the drug fill my lungs, my heart pounding in anticipation of the incipient high. I did a proper hit, and held it long, then blew out a thick cloud. I handed the pipe and torch to Eli for him to go again. "What kind of porn are you into?" I asked, right before he took another hit from the glass pipe. "Anything, bro. Gay. Straight. Black. White. I don't care. The freakier, the better." I got up and pulled out something I had downloaded a few months ago. It was a bunch of short gay flicks, mostly hung black guys fucking white guys. It was also bareback, which gave me a moment's pause. I worried it might set the mood for the rest of the day. I didn't know how to bring up condoms for Eli, if one would even fit him. As I put it on, Eli took another hit from the pipe. I came back to the couch just as he was exhaling the hit. He handed the pipe back to me. I put it in my mouth as he lit the torch under it. "Big hit this time, Matt. Gotta get you in the zone, bro." I sucked on the pipe, getting nice thick hits of the meth. Even when I motioned that I had had enough, he kept the torch under the pipe. "Just a bit more, bro," he said. "You're gonna need it for what I have planned for you." I tried to keep on inhaling the smoke as best I could, even as my lungs felt like they were bursting. Finally, he pulled the torch away, grabbing the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, Matt, until I say so" he said. He stuck the pipe in his mouth and started to do his own hit. I was about to exhale, but he indicated for me to hold it a bit longer. It wasn't until he had taken all of his hit that he motioned me to breath out. Just as I was finished emptying my lungs, he leaned in towards me, making it clear I was going to get his hit. We started to kiss, and he shot-gunned his hit to me. It was far bigger than the one I just did, and he made sure our lips were locked long enough for it to get absorbed. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and let me breath the hit out. I was a little surprised a macho thug type like him would kiss, but I didn't protest the unexpected intimacy. I could feel my body tingle, as the tina started to take effect. I was definitely getting horny and wanting to do more than just kiss and share hits of the meth. I turned my attention to the TV. On screen, a white guy was on his knees, trying to swallow a huge black cock. I looked at Eli's cock, and realized that his shaft was even bigger than the one in the video. "You like it, bro?" he asked; I couldn't tell if he meant his dark cock, or the white guy struggling to swallow the black cock on screen. "Yeah, I do," answering for both. "Why don't you get more comfortable. You gotta get naked like me, man," he said. I did as I was told, throwing my shirt into a corner, then stepping out of my jeans and underwear. My cock was only semi-hard and seemed tiny in comparison to his. "Nice bod, bro," Eli said, running his free hand over my hairy chest and taut stomach. "Not sure how my cock's gonna fit in you. But don't worry, we'll make sure it does." "Hot movie," Eli continued. "Why don't you get down on your knees, and show my cock some love, just like that white boy." I pushed the coffee table back a bit, and knelt down in front of him. Up close his manhood seemed even bigger than I first realized. I had no idea how I was going to take it in my mouth, much less in my ass. "Just relax, and work slowly. I know you'll be able to take it," he said, almost reading my mind. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. As they took effect, his cock no longer seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. I knew I could take it, and further, I knew he would love every second of it. I took his warm cockhead into my mouth, savoring the small drop of pre-cum at its tip. I started to work my way down his shaft, slowly taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. It wasn't an easy or fast process, but it more than satisfied my sudden need for dick. Eli was enjoying it as well. He spread his legs wide, giving me better access to his cock and balls. He leaned back, not caring about anything but the pleasure of the blowjob. After a few minutes of effort, I had barely gotten more than a third of his cock into my mouth. But, it didn't seem to bother him. He was moaning in pleasure, letting me know how good it felt for him. He grabbed the pipe, and lit the torch. I glanced up at him just in time to see him slowly melting the drug in the glass bowl. Right before the smoke began to leak out the top, he looked down at me and said, "Don't stop sucking, bro. It feels fucking great." He put the pipe to his lips and did another long hit. I was glad I had loaded up the bowl, since it he was enjoying big hits. I was feeling like I was almost in the zone, and needed only one more hit before I was completely at his mercy, ready to be used like the cocksucker I was. He pushed out his hit, covering the two of us in a thick white fog. Eli was getting too much pleasure from my oral service, so I knew he wasn't going to offer me a hit off the pipe. Instead, I settled for another hit from the poppers, and did my best to swallow another agonizing inch of his cock. His cockhead started to hit the back of my throat, and I did my best to suppress my gag. But, with my mouth already stretched as wide as possible and his fat cock pressed against my throat, it was hard to do. Even with the poppers, I had to pull off and catch my breath. "Damn bro. Most guys can barely take my head. That was fucking amazing," he said, clearly impressed. "Take a breather," he said, "Catch your breath." grabbing my arms and pulling me up on to the couch. I relaxed for a moment. My hand dropped down to my crotch, seeking out my dick. My cock was still half-hard. The crystal hadn't yet reached it and left it limp and lifeless. It was leaking precum. Eli reached across, and grabbed my cock. "Not bad, man," he said, impressed by its current size. He stroked my cock a few times, but then worked his hand down, grabbing my balls and starting to finger and explore my hole. "You're a tight ass, bro. Literally. Gonna have fun fucking you." He pulled his fingers out long enough to put a drop or two of lube on them. He pushed back into me, getting a little deeper. Even his fingers were big, and I acutely felt the intrusion into my hole. "You ok, man?" he asked. "Or do you need another hit?" He left it ambiguous enough that I didn't know if he meant poppers or crystal. "Yeah. Just a lot bigger than I'm used to," I said. I tried to shift my weight around, giving him easier access to my butt and also trying to relax as much as possible. He didn't stop, but pushed into me further; I could feel his second knuckle slide into my hole. He wiggled his finger inside of me. It sent a shock of pleasure running through my body and I moaned involuntarily. But then, suddenly, he pulled out. I felt empty, like something important had slid out from my body. "Pick out a nice big shard from your stash, man," he said. "You're not in the zone yet." I got off the sofa and down on my knees again. I looked through what was left in in the bag. There was one decent-sized piece of meth left. The rest of it was all small bits or dust. I fished the big one out of the bag, and put it on the coffee table. I grabbed the pipe, but he stopped me. He leaned over and took a look at it was I wondered what he had planned. "Nice, bro. Now, just bend over the table and relax." He paused for a second. "You may want these," he said, handing me the poppers. I took them, and did a huff from the bottle. He carefully picked up the shard of meth. With his free hand, he spread apart my ass cheeks, exposing my hole. I realized he was going to stick the crystal up my ass, not bothering with the ritual of a booty bump. I had heard this was almost as intense as slamming. Terrified of what I'd do flying high, nevertheless, I did another huff of poppers, forcing myself to relax. His finger pushed into my hole, guiding the sharp rock into me. I could feel it scraping up against my tight moist hole, slowly starting to dissolve and enter my bloodstream. He pushed his finger in all the way, first one knuckle, then a second knuckle, and finally the base of his finger. "There, Matt," he said. "Just relax, and let it melt, bro." I took another huff from the poppers as he slid his finger out of my hole. I could feel the shard of tina that he had left behind. I knew it had already started to dissolve, the drug going straight to my brain. I wondered what I would let him do over the next few hours. As his fingertip slipped out of my hole, he gently massaged it, making it close up. "That bump should last you for a good while," he said.

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

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

We live in an awesome time! Grindr is like the best invention ever. The following story is 100% true. The names are changed for good reason. It was a Friday night and I had been stood up by the guy with whom I had been talking to for a few weeks. However, as I'm the kind of guy who has more than one plan, I pulled-out my phone and texted John, another guy with whom I had been talking to on and off, but with whom I had never met. As it turned-out, John had also been stood up for a date, and while that's a sad tale, it worked out for me! So John and I made plans to meet up. I went to the bathroom and made all necessary preparations for an evening that I wasn't even sure would happen. I told John ahead of time we'd see, but that I wouldn't just fuck him for the sake of fucking (that was a lie). It was a warm night, and we decided to go to the drive in, they were playing a triple feature. It would be a long night, plenty of time to hang out, talk, get to know one another. Then we would see where it went. So, we get there, movie number one comes on. We talk a bit, get the standard talk out of the way. Where ya from, what do you do for work, hobbies, etc etc blah blah. I turned and looked at him dead in the eye and asked "Did you bring any lube tonight?" "Yeah, but I thought we weren't gonna fool around. I thought we were gonna just talk." I chuckled and replied "Yeah, we did that: you work for (x) you like (x) etc etc blah blah. Now I want my hole stuffed full of dick. You wanna fuck?" "Fuck yeah" was his simple reply, "but I don't have any condoms." "Did I ask if you brought condoms? I need your cum balls deep in my ass, as many times as you can shoot over the next three movies." I then slid his basketball shorts down around his ankles and took his semi into my mouth, sucking him to a full erection. (Side note: car sex us hot, but confining.) When he was at full stature, I looked up at him, let his cock slap out of my mouth and onto his chest with a solid thwap as I undid my belt and slid my pants off. Guiding his face to my dick, he sucked me, fingering my hole at the same time. I had to try to be quiet as the drive-in was somewhat crowded and the car windows were down. We were in the backseat, radio on, and lights off. As John worked his fingers into my hungry ass I started bucking up into his mouth with my hard cock. He pulled out of me, and off of me and I game him a WTF? look. He grabbed the lube, slathered-up his cock and my hole and asked "Are you ready?" I looked him dead in the eyes and replied "Fuck me," and boy, did he. He started off slow, sliding just the tip inside, he leaned in and kissed me. While we were kissing he rammed the rest of his cock home smacking my prostate and making my dick jump. We got into a steady rhythm, hard fast slow steady. His raw dick see sawing in and out of my tight hole in a few different positions (again: car sex has limitations). After about ten minutes he looked me in the eye and said "Fuck man, your ass is tight. It feels awesome on my dick! I'm getting close, where...." I cut off his question replying "Balls deep, man, breed me!" With that John grunted and shot rope after rope of his seed inside of my tight hole causing me to blow my cum all over the interior of the car. He stayed inside me until he went soft and slipped-out. We then watched the end of the first movie. If there is demand there will be part 2 and 3

Have you ever felt or heard something similar? And if so, what's your opinion about it? Being gay is something that in many countries is not forbidden by laws but something that the society doesn't toleraty. So what's the difference from being morally convicted of thinking that it's not right? And if someone is in love with his brother what should he do? Express his feelings or hide them and try to forget it?

I was super paranoid when I started wearing mine and thought everyone was staring at it and that it was super obvious. I used to wear a long coat to hide it in my skinny jeans. After a while you get used to it and stop worrying, people don't just stare at each other's crotches walking down the street. I'm so used to mine now it doesn't bother me in the slightest, I wear it to the gym and can hear the lock clicking off it with every jolt. I love it, reminding me that I'm owned. One tip is baby oil, every morning/night. It takes away 90% of any pain you get during erections. It's a lifesaver I promise you.

made another discovery. am wearing the cage today while i do some work on my house. it drew the attention of a neighbor because when i walk the lock makes a clicking sound as it bumps up and down against the cock cage, peoples eyes seem to naturally go to looking at my crotch lol

Your dom guy really pushes my buttons too. I love to give up control like that.

Let's not forget the article is focusing on straight men. Would be interesting to know what the percentages are for gay men. I guess those would even be lower in the USA because of the availability of PrEP. In Europe or other parts of the world they are probably still higher as PrEP is not available there.

Uninhibited hot twisted pigslut into most and can take it for days so my cunt's overflowing with seed and the only lube you'll need. Seeking loaded anon asspigs with BIG to MONSTER cocks, 1on1, groups or gangs....breed it, use it, pimp it

I would love to have a bathroom break like this.

Used to be an avid follower of COBRA and was watching most of them already by like Summer 2004 & yes in terms of Twink Porn that was the first major studio and It had an illegal Brent Corrigan sign on forging his date of birth as 18 when he was 16–there were a few mini-scandals like it eventually causing COBRA to shut down for good incl. several sources I heard & read about (don't 100% know tho so don't quote any o' this!) but w/out any doubt many on here would! Either the producer or owner/director guy who started COBRA Video was in meetings for Brent Corrigans' doubles partner for his next scene with them & this hot (but Messy) guy who I guess was Kinda a wildcard meet w/him to interview but was told he wouldn't be COVRA vids next top opposite Brent & it got quite heated/nasty bc the owner didn't like the punk who either then/there... shortly thereafter basically killed the guy and was obviously arrested within a short time of interviewing ppl and that was very much a beginning of a faster ending for The Studio. Brent Corrigsn who obviously would likely never Toronto hear about it again (he was purportedly put thru the ringer before being set free to go) free of any wrongdoing or of accomplice status due it large part to a very skillful legal team. then came a mad rush to get his early vid off the shelf b/c it came out he was only 16-ish years old in his first film appearance bs -8 he claimed; forging docs. And in almost every single film (think he's in at least four or five) they're almost all bb. This media only helped to increase the allure and the studi being defunct the copies became harder for a while to get hold of while they were amidst this tragedy snd all told I think they shot one condom vid and 2-3 mix tapes w/some raw some wrap scenes but the big-sellers and hence The bread and era un buTTer are these raunchy nasTy young ppigz pullin' it ouT: droppin' in! I played around w/my NY BF who I'd rented the one Cobra guy with known as littlefag way back when on The pseudo escort site bareback.com website and when I offered him coke he said "No thanks. Tina's my b***h!" and pulled out l'il Baggie of white chunks: each time BF went to the bathroom to pee )which was every 15-mins) I slid my raw cock in his hole raw and he loved it. I asked over the course of the next few hours about some of the other boys and let's just say they've pretty much all dumped in all of each others' holes director producer bf's visiting set; blnewbied "auditioning" like as much as you would hope or expect them to. And from the sound of it pretty much most of those boys are poz bc they constantly pnp on and off-camera and double as most porn actors do as escorts w/anyone and anywhere anyhow if the number is right. and they probably have some phenomenal freak technique by now bc we are talking back when they were like 20. 21. 22 & they were rockin' out/in with their raw cock deep n drippin' back then so they'd be early 30s and probably looking pretty prime by now and I am sure still very big brother Sexx-z!! These vids are some of my favourite and will always hold a place in my hung hose and hungry hole. Love The really slutty hung ginch in BreedBoys or BareBoys (It's vid cover of Brent's PROBABLY barely 20-yo HOle The screen w/this ginch punk who catches the soon-to-be-bred bottom's jizz load that he jerks off while straddling him & teasing his hole with his rock hard raw cock he slathers the jizz back ON/up guys HOle & massages and hand balms it all up and inside the bottom's raw asshole jokingly he says "I ain't finished with you yet!" And then jumps up bends him over the chaise lounge and w/out any lube or spit or even warning just glides in his altura ON-cam BF's pretty 19yo wHOribly wHOrny HOle. And as this redneck prettyboy son is horsefucking that hit so hungry I'D Serafín pellets of cum out his HOle s perfectly College freshman cum catching butthole and actually keeps pulling out when he is close and jerks his cock and then dips it when immediately pulls out and does the motion in the head until he starts to seed and only the first part of his first squirt is show bc he bullseye horse dumps that sweet oh so just legal slutcunt and I do mean horse stallion stud breeds it full drop! Fantastic+often huge hung (young) whores

I had to make a business trip to central Texas Saturday, so decided that instead of returning to Houston, is drive up I35 to Dallas for the night instead. Got a cheap motel online north of downtown and posted a couple ads on craigslist, with variations on the theme: "Blindfolded cumdump ass up for nutt (Addison/Dallas) Looking for quick pump n dump top to load my faggot ass with nutt Prefer black & Latino tops. RAW ONLY Send pic text or email" First guy was white, but had a nice fat dick, about 7.5" or so. Started sucking him and he wanted to suck me a little. But pretty soon he was ready to fuck. His raw cock felt so good slipping into my hole. Gave me a good hard fuck, climbing up on the bed and pistoning that dick into my hole before bring itdeep and unloading. Load number 2 came from a 21 year old mixed top. He slid into my well lubed hole and pounded away, making softly as he fucked me for about 5 minutes before plunging deep and unloading with a sigh. It got quiet after that and I ended up falling asleep. Sunday morning, before checkout, I hooked up with a guy off BBRTS that lived close to my hotel. He came, slid his raw dick into my hole and fairly quickly added another load to my ass. Definitely worth the trip!

I got mine from fort troff years ago. it's a leather sleeve attached to a leather cord. only way it could be better would be if they'd make poppers with a flip-top cap for one-handed use.

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!”

most loads was 5--so far. Longest I held was 30-32 hours. Some seeped out but I try to hold cum as long as I can in my ass. My fuckbud's loads are thick and big so that helps. Usually get only one at a time. Love being bred then being in public at a bar drinking, riding a bus, etc knowing if someone fingered me or fucked me they'd find me preloaded.

Here are a couple of chastity devices Ive tried, Always feels great bouncing my package around inside my jockstrap. That could be the poppers though.wink

In March I attended Fickstutenmarkt. This is basically a well organised orgy. Where bottoms arrive first, stripped, wear hoods on their heads and have their hands tied. Then after a while the tops are let inside to pick and choose who they want to fuck, the bottoms have no say in the matter, and if they refuse anyone they have to leave. Bottoms have a choice when entering if they'd like a red hood or white. Red means you are a bareback bottom, and white means safe sex. I looked around before I was hooded and out fo the 60 or so bottoms, I could only spot 4 red hoods, I chose a red hood. I was bred by multiple guys, fucked so bad that I had to cancel any sex plans for the next day. It was one of my favourite experiences and certainly the slutiest. Other than that, drinking piss, letting a guy piss inside me are up their. As well as doing meth

Great story! I can see myself in the last part, when you have been getting bred and suddenly you panic and say to your fuckers that you have to go home and then you jump in the shower and try to wash out your ass from all the cum they deposited up there. Thank´s and keep on writing stories, you have a feel for it!

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

6. Boss had me rise and bend over. I felt a hard push and a large metallic butt plug sank into my ass, causing me to moan and squirm as I got used to the feeling. Then he had me stand up and placed white pads with wires hanging off them on my nipples, balls, and my abs. I could feel wires dangling from in between my legs and ass and I started to get scared. My eyes search Bosses face for any clue as to what he was going to do with me. I was then led over to the barber chair and ordered to sit. Straps were placed around my arms, chest, and head and the chair was position so I was facing a laptop. At this point beads of sweat were dripping down my torso. “Now what we are going to do is get you used to being a better popper whore. I have a friend that makes xtube vids that are perfect for training a cum dump like you to take more and more hits. Making sure I can get you as gooned as I want. I will stand here and administer the popper hits. Let’s begin” With that Boss cued the website, strapped a gag around my head that looked like a wiffle ball, and loaded the website. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=fBDk2-G896-#.VbN1c_kmlno I starred as the video started and as the first bass notes hit my ass clenched and a yelp tried to escape my lips as I felt the first shock. Drool was already dripping out of my mouth and down my chest, my cock was hard and dripping. As the video went through Boss held the poppers to my nose, forcing my to hit along with the video. I had never done poppers like this and the maker knew how to administer hits. I was gyrating in the chair. The electrode working my nips and ass and abs in a pattern, the poppers making me crave realize. My cock was jumping and leaking precum all over the place. The story told in the video was so close to my own it was scary. From hot safer sex, straight, jock to babbling cum whore needing bare dick and cum loads. The only difference was I wanted poz loads, from every one, every cock needed to be poz now. I wanted my ass loose, gaping and dripping with poz seed. I wanted to me the cum dump, popper whore, slut that I needed to be. The poppers and video made me realize how much I craved cock, and cum and muscled men to give it to me. I want to explore my limits and crash through them . I wanted to be a babbling cum slut. Making real me happy and helping them spread their toxic cum. These thought kept looping over and over in my head as the video progressed. By the end of it I was a hornier than I had ever been. I could barely concentrate at the screen. My ass was grinding on the electro-butt plug and my eyes were rolling in my head as each wave of shocks washed over me. The vid stopped and Boss looked at me, nodded once, place the bottle to my nose one more time telling me to inhale deep and hold it. He then pushed a button and the electrodes went crazy. I exhaled hard as waves of pain and pleasure coursed through me and my cock erupted without me touching it, shooting up my chest and into my face hitting the ball gag, my tongue working furiously from the ther side to try and get it in my mouth. Boss toog the gag out and grabbed both sides of my head and looked into my eyes. “Tell me what you are and what you want” Trying had to focus on him and watching his beautiful face and strong body I felt something lock into place in me. My voice came from my mouth harsh but more honest then I have ever sounded “I want to be your Poz Son, and I want to be with you forever. Taking all the loads you want to give me and offering my hole to anyone you see fit. I want cum every day and to be made into the proper image you see for me. I never want to leave you.” “Good boy” And with that he began jerking his cock adding his own cum to the cum on my chest and body. Bending down he began licking the his cum and my cum up off me. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my left pec and then his tongue. When I saw his face again it looked like some blood had gotten in his mouth. I watch as he took a sharp point knife and made a small cut in his own palm and licked it up. Then he kissed me. His spit, sweat, cum, and blood and mingled with mine. The taste of both of us was in our passionate kissing. I felt him press his palm to the cut in my chest. Mingling more of our blood, making sure his was the strain that birthed me as his Son. He then unstrapped me from the chair and helped me stand up. Looking at me with pride and lust. “I am now your Poz Father and you are my Poz Son, and we will be together forever. And this Friday we will celebrate our honeymoon “

5. “Ok boy, time for us to go back to my place and work out what I am going to do with you for not listening earlier” With that Boss lead me to his truck as I was, face covered in filth wearing only my jock and a cockcage. My face was beat red on the drive to his house. I couldn’t stop thinking about how low I had sank so quickly. Had it only been a week ago I thought I was straight and had never tried poppers? Had it only been a week since I could say for sure I was neg. These thoughts raced around in my head and tears quietly slid down my cheeks, making lines in the filthy. Boss didn’t look over the entire time until we reached his house and pulled into his garage. He looked over at me and I saw his face soften a little. Reaching across he pulled me to him and kissed me patiently, his tongue exploring my mouth. His warm body pressed against mine. He kissed the tracks of my tears and like the filthy off my face, kissing me again I could taste it on his tongue. Pulling me into a close hug he whispered in my ear. “Such a good boy, yes you are. Gonna make me real proud once I am done. Come so far so fast and done such a good job at being my cump pig, my popper whore, my poz son. Yeah that’s it just cry out your past life so I can give you a new one.” He stroked the back of my head while he said this and I found it oddly calming. I felt proud that I could see this side of Boss and that I had already made him so proud. I could feel my cock straining against the cock cage with pride and a groan escaped my lips as I nuzzled into the side of his neck. Smelling his manly scent and wanting it all over me. “Ok boy get out and get inside so we can get to fixing the last bits that need fixing. Now I’m gonna be rough on you but you know you need it and you know you deserve it. And I do not wanna hear you say no in there. I promise you will not be in true danger but we need to get you sorted and make it stick that you are just a popper whore and need to be bred by big men like your Poz Daddy.” “Yes Sir, thank you for molding me and making me a better man” With that with both got out of his car and walked to his house, once inside he shut the door and ordered me to kneel. I sank to my knees immediately and locked my hands behind my head. He ruffled my hair and I knew that I had done good. “Follow me this way” Instinctively I stay on all fours and followed Boss to door inside that lead downstairs his basement, I balked at the top of the stairs not knowing how to crawl down without possibly falling and injuring us both. Halfway down Boss turned and told me I could stand up and walk down the stairs. I got up and followed him down. The basement was one giant room. The floor was painted black and made of hard rubber mats like at the gym. There was a section off shower to one side, a table in the middle with straps, restraint built into the was as well. A long shelf was filled with items, I spot cat of nine tails, paddles made from a variety of materials, balls gags, hoods, and various butt plugs, some even had what looked like tails. And in one corner was a full barber set including chair. Boss turned around and I was there kneeling ready for my punishment. I knew I had done wrong but more guiltily I knew I Had disappointed him. “Since this is your first time I will go easy on you. First things first since you are going to be my boy we need to trim you up a bit. Boys do not have hair. And you need to start as a boy before I decide if you should be something else.” That said he lead me to the showered of area and too out some clippers. The cold steel and vibrations felt weird against my skin and I cried as I watch my pride, my furry pelt that had let me know I was a man fall around me. Boss then went over to the barber chair and came back with a straight razor, brush, and shaving soap. Lathering it up in his hands he coated each section of my body. Careful using the straight razor to get the closest possible shave. “Now I will teach you how to use this in the future. Also sometime I like a nice hot shave from my son so you will learn and be my barber. You will also learn so you can prep any other boys I might bring home for our use.” My heart jumped at that last bit….I had thought I was his only boy. My reaction must have shown on my face because he chuckled to himself. “I said our use son, some of those boys are low enough even to let a popper whore like you fuck em, plus they need to learn how low they are and where they should be. Don’t worry I won’t replace you , your mine forever now” My heart swelled in pride as Boss turned on the shower and rinsed me off. The water felt so different against my skin, felt odd and slick and it coursed down and rolled off instead of getting tangled in my body hair. When Boss pulled me out he point me to a mirror and my eyes grew wide with shock. I looked like a different person, and I realized I was a different person, I was no long Justin, I was boy, no I was a Poz Son and I had a punishment coming and need to take it to serve my Boss. I turned from the mirror, lowered my head and dropped to my knees, hands behind my head, and waited for my next instrucitons…..

Easy, fellas. It's been an interesting day so far. As I said, it was such a surprise when I undressed him. He was smooth and had a lovely star tattoo at the end of his back. Perfect bubble ass, yet he wasn't exactly buff. He was shaking, I was down on my knees behind him. I kissed his tattoo, his glutes, I smelled him. He started breathing heavily, but I hadn't touched hin yet. I pushed my face in between his glutes and started rimming him. I got hard as hell, and his shadow against the wall drew his boner. I was rimming my workmate after months, years of fantasizing about having him in my bed. I started stroking him as I ate his ass. He put his arms behind his head, he didn't know where to put them. He just kept whispering: "don't stop, please." I delivered and continued. He grabbed my head the best he could in that position and pressed my tongue inside his hole. We were starting to have fun. The best part? Our workplace is a few minutes away from home, so it's was kinky and exciting. Horny as fuck. I stood up with my cock throbbing against his ass. He turned around and we made out for a while. He started praising my arms, and to my surprise he lifted my right arm and licked my pit. Fuck. This bitch was into kinky stuff. He got down on his knees and started sucking me. I face-fucked him for a while and the first load went down his throat. I didn't say anything, he just looked at me when he tasted it and deepthroated me. He just took it and kept sucking. My cock was still hard. "I'm super horny," he said. "Me too, babe." "I really need you to fuck me." "Want me to fuck you hard?" "Fuck yes." (He opened his legs to me in bed) "Want my thick cum?" "Just give me more." And I just lubed us up and pushed my cock's head in. He moaned a little, I stopped. "No, no, I'm ok. Keep pushing." I pushed all my cock in, my balls slapped his ass. I looked at him: "You ok?" He smiled and said "I'm fine." I pulled it out but not entirely and I released all stress by fucking his brains out. We fucked for about 25-35 minutes and he said: "Keep fucking me. I'm cumming." I thrusted and banged him even harder, deeper, faster. What a beautiful cumshot! Covered all his bright-white-now-turned-red face. I couldn't hold it much longer: "I'm seeding you, babe." What a fucking tasty orgasm as I felt my cock shooting seven times inside his hole. I collapsed on his sweaty chest and we kissed. We started chatting and went on repeat mode twice. I wasn't able to come back in here because he was with me this morning, and I was breeding that busted hole once more. He's definitely one of a kind. This is him.

as long as i can, which is usually about 12 hours. I've had a couple of guys who loaded me and followed it with a piss chaser, longest I've held a guys piss was 8 hours, love it when a guy breeds me then pisses, especially without telling me he's going to do it. our bodies absorb most of the fluid from what we eat in the colon, so when a guy pisses in me and I hold it, my piss takes on his scent because I absorb it. really hot

I think it all depends how horny you are, I know if i am really horny at the end of the day i don't give S*** & i will go out & still get fucked by everyone.

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

Part V © I watched as my mate continued to gorge himself on my master's cock. Only in my min's eye could I imagine it as he writhed in the pleasure he was clearly receiving as he took hit after hit of poppers, moaning all the phrases that I wanted him to say to me. Struggling was useless. I sat there mute, slumped over in defeat. Finally he pulled my mate off his cock and clearly pushed himself back into the pouch of the jock. He leaned down and whispered to my mate. "Good cunt. Almost worth having you do it again." My mate sighed and gazed up. "Thank you Master Peter. Thank you." Peter! His named was Peter. I moaned with pleasure as I discovered something new about my mater. Peter looked up and realised what had happened. Before he could react a fist smashed into my mate's face, pushing him to the ground. Peter grabbed him by an ankle and dragged him back into the bedroom. The door slammed shut. Silence. Then I heard dull thuds. I shuddered. The door opened and my master came out alone. He strode up to me and grabbed my chin. "Okay cunt Boi. What next?" I moaned in expectations and fear. My heart was racing and every touch was like an electric shock through my body. My cock was so hard and wet. I was sweating. He stood up and pulled my head back by my hair. I screamed from the pain. He straddled me and pushed his crotch into my chest. I could feel his hard throbbing cock against my stomach. He looked deep into my eyes. "Playtime" he whispered. He leaned over me. It forced his pit into my face. I breathed in deeply. My god he smelled good. Sweaty. Musky. I wanted to lick it. He unfastened the leash from the chair and swung behind me. In one fluid movement he undid my arms and then my feet and pulled me off the chair. The blood rushed to my feet and I almost collapsed. He kept me upright and moved me away from the chair. He held on to the leash and moved round to face me. I dared to look at him. His pupils were dilated from whatever he had taken and there was a light sheen of sweat all over his body making his muscles glisten. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled me over to the sofa and forced me across he. I felt him straddle me, his cock pushing against my speedo clad arse. I pushed back, grinding my butt against him. He smacked me hard on the back of the head. "No Cunt Boi. You do as you are told." I whimpered and moved my arse away from his cock. I saw a hand reach down along the sofa and recover the toke bag. Then I felt a finger trace down my back. I moaned from the simple intensity of his touch. Once agin I felt his finger trace down to the top of my speedos and thens pull down the top of my trunks. This time he kept pulling until my arse was exposed. Then he stopped. I didn't dare turn around. His breathing was heavy. I could hear and feel it. Suddenly the most incredibly pain hit my arse hole. I struggled to get away but he leaned into me and held me down. My arse buckled as I felt his finger invade my tight arse. And now I realised why the pain was so intense. It was still sore from the rough fucking of the weekend before. I closed my eyes from the pain and saw lights across my eyelids. I screamed into the ball gag as his finger tore into my tight hole. Plunging it and ripping my hole sideways. Just as suddenly he pulled out. I heard him open the toke bag. I moaned and clenched my arse. He laughed and suddenly the searing pain again as he pushed something up my arse. He leaned forward. "One." I moaned as I heard him open the toke back again before brutally ramming his finger back into my butt. "Two." I could feel two objects - pills - up my arse. He dragged me to my feet and pulled me across the floor. In my mind I was praying for him to stop. He hoisted me up and fastened the leash to something and pulled. I felt myself rise up off the ground until I was precariously balanced on my tip toes like some grotesque ballet dancer. He walked back to the bag and reached down to retrieve something. He turned around and was holding a black butt plug. I looked at him as he approached. I couldn't move and he knew it. He spun me round. Hard. Then grabbed me and stopped and spun me the other way. The pulled me to a stop again. He walked around me and before I could relax he rammed the butt plug into my hold. God how I screamed. No lube. No poppers. No time to react. I felt the butt plug pushed deep into my hole, ripping against the sides of my arse. Then he pulled up my speedos. He returned to face me. "A point I think. Your arse is so tight. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in." He smiled and retrieved the poppers from his pocket. He flipped them open and took a deep, deep swag. I eyed them enviously. He lifted them almost to my nose then removed them. "No." He started walking around me. I tried to follow him round as he started talking. "Time to start testing you. I'm not sure you're up to this. I think you'll not last. But first a few rules." I turned and grabbed me around the waist. "Control word. Simple. There isn't one. Why would there be? I'm in control not you. Why give you control at all. You try and stop me and I'll only be harder. Hurt you more. So don't scream or moan or beg me to stop. If you do I either won't or I'll throw you out naked." He spun me round and kept talking. "No. No more rules. There are no rules. I am the rule." Suddenly I winced as a pain shot through my stomach. I automatically crunched up my legs to lessen it. He stopped me spinning. "I see it's working. Good. All whore boys have had an e pushed up their srse but I'll let you into a,it'll secret." He grabbed me and wrapped me in his arms. I sighed as I felt his hard, sweaty body against mine. I suddenly felt safe. I felt his tongue trace along my jaw and to my ear. I shivered at his sensuous touch. He leaned in further. I could feel his hard clock against mine. I didn't dare move. "The second pill. The one you just felt is a pure caffeine tablet. Like the ones you use to stay awake. It dissolves more quickly and reacts with this e. It's an interesting combination." As he said it I started to feel something happening deep in my arse. He was right, I had had an e pushed up my arse. Who hadn't. But he was also right that this was different. I could feel the slow build up of the e as it dissolved but something else was kicking in. Something more intense. I could acutely feel the butt plug in my arse but it felt strange. Alien. It felt like it was growing larger. Impossible. "Now you will be feeling something completely new." I nodded. "Like your arse is shrinking." I nodded again. "That's the caffeine. It's making your muscles tighten. What's interesting isn't that it'll make your arse tight enough to fuck but ..." And he leaned in ... "Imagine how it will feel as I pull that butt plug out." He stepped away and wiped the sweat from his face. He sighed and stretched and pull off his harness. He dropped it to the ground. He stood before me and slowly undid the belt holding up his chaps. "I think you deserve a little something for your patience." He undid the zips of his chaps and pulled them off. He turned around and bent over. I moaned as I watched the muscles in his arse flex and bulge and he undid his boots and kicked them off. He turned around to face me in his jock. He stretched his arms over his head allowing me to drink in the sight of his torso as it rippled. The e was taking effect. I gazed at him longingly. All I could think of was licking his body all over. Worshipping every inch. I needed him. He walked toward me. He unclipped the poppers and took a deepmsniff. He pulled me closed. His mouth touched the end of the ball gag and he breath out down the tube. My mouth and lungs filled with his poppered breath. Before I could react he sucked the air back into his mouth. And then back. I started to get dizzy. His hand reached up and pinched my nose. I panicked and began to struggle as I fought for fresh air. I looked at him. His eyes were closed. He was holding me so tightly. I saw spots before my eyes. He suddenly released and I dragged fresh air into my lungs. He stepped back and looked at me. His eyes were wild. "Oh yeah. Play time. Big time." He reached to grab me.

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

I couldn't agree more! what really turns me on is when the top unloads and the words come up on the screen "BJ just dumped a massive load in Josh's ass" that sends me into overdrive...

I fucking agree totally.

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