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Joey.... Joey loved to be the center of attention and his natural gifts has never failed him. Joey's golden blonde hair and bluest eyes hasn't failed him to get all the girls he wanted. His 6ft tall body was naturally toned and covered with golden fuzz all over which drove the girls crazy for some reason. He also had the biggest cock in school reaching over 8" when it was hard. Just the sight of his big white cock could make most girls and even some boys be mesmerized and Joey loved it. He wasted no time as he entered the locker room to strip his clothes to get ready for his first wrestling team meeting today. Before he put his jock and the singlet on, he walked over to the mirror and flexed around loving the eyes of his friends admiring his beautiful body. His cock started to get semi-hard as he enjoyed the boys eyes on him. He swaggered over to his locker and bent down to pick up his jock and he even felt some boys stare at his pink hole between his golden mounds of muscled ass. Joey took his time to put on a show for other boys a bit before he started to get up when he felt something in the air that he never felt before. As Joey put his jock on and adjusted his cock, he looked over his shoulder to the source this stir in the air. Momentarily Joey's body forgot to move as he saw one of the darkest person standing behind him. He was maybe an inch taller that Joey but his body muscles were massive and his cock was massive as well. It was as big as Joey's 8" and it wasn't even hard. "Hi, I am Jason and I am new." A deep voice brought Joey's attention to the hand extended to him offering a handshake and that's when Joey realiized that his hand was still inside his jock holding his own rapidly growing cock. Joey felt himself blushing all over as Jason took his hand back. "Ummmm, let's skip the handshake for now. So you must be Joey." "Yes." Joey replied softly and turned around to get his singlet out of his locker. For some reason, his knees felt weak and he lost his balance as he turned to his locker. Jason's arms were quick to wrap around his waist to save Joey from falling on the floor. "Be careful, Joey. I want you down on the floor when I pin you dow during our match not in the locker room." Jason's laugh made Joey feel weak again and Joey felt Jason's naked body standing closer behind him to give him a better support. Joey's heart started to beat almost ouf of his chest as Joey felt Jason's body heat on the length of his naked back and Jason's cock on butt. "Easy boy." Joey felt Jason lightly push him away as Joey started to push his butt out to feel more of Jason's cock wihtout realizing what he was doing. Joey felt shame and embarassment but his cock stood bigger than ever. Joey hurriedly finished getting dressed and walked away from Jason but not before he saw Jason's cock getting semi-hard and growing to a size that Joey could never imagine on a human body. Jason and the rest of his team joined Joey in the gymnasium. They always had the wrestling team's gym's temperature set up high to make everyone sweat during the practice as it helped with the weight management as well. However Joey felt it was almost unbearable today as Jason stood close to him. When the door opened, instead of Mr. Smith, there was a black giant whose face resembled Jason's. Everyone admired and welcomed the two big strong black men newly joining them. However Joey was uneasy with new feelings these two men started in him however Joey felt strong connection with two men as well. As the coach ordered the team to break up in two to stretch, Joey and Jason faced each other as they both felt so naturally drawn. Even the whole team seemed to accept their coupling as if it was the most natural thing and didn't crowd around Joey as they normally do. After few minutes of stretching, the coach told them to play around with their partner for a while. At no time, Jason had pinned Joey down and used his body weight to push him down. Strangely Joey didn't fight hard as he felt safe and comfortable with his new position. New coach came by them few times and made eye contact with Joey before walking away to attend others. That's how Joey met Jason and his new coach, James.... and Joey's new life began.

This is actually a true account... I met Coco through a mutual acquaintance. I was still new to parTying and had few to no reliable connections to hook me up with parTy supplies. So I accompanied my friend S***** when he offered to introduce me to his dealer.I was a bit freaked to say the least, especially once we were turning onto his street, which was in the heart of a bad neighborhood in Central PHX. We got to his place and knocked, and that was how I met Coco. Nothing to swoon over, he was about 5'10" and someone who would check the "more to love" box if he filled out a dating profile. He was a complete asshole. I was told he was bic and that he had an 11" cock. He was part black, white, and PRican. Anyways he gave me his number and told me to call if I needed to stop by again. I started going on my own, and after a few transactions when he decided I was cool, he told me to chill for a bit and handed me a bong. He had to show me what to do. So he tells me to hit it a few times and I'm higher than I have ever been before up to that nite. We start talking and he starts up the porn he had been watching before I arrived. It was a straight porn, but the dudes got me horny. We kept smoking and do some hot rails. I'm so f'd up by this point my lips get loose and I ask if he is really as hung as I had been told. He said yeah, but I asked him to prove it. He dropped his bball shorts, no undies and sure enough, a girthy uncut and hardening 11" cock jumped out of the waistband and slapped his stomach... he told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I got off my chair and climbed on his bed with him. He took off his muscle tee and before I knew it I was sucking his cock in nothing but a jockstrap I decided to wear that evening just in case I decided to hit up Chute... He asks me to lay on my stomach and put a pillow under me and handed me his bong again. He was saying my ass and running his cock up my ass crack and over my just shaved hole. He asks if I have ever had anyone that big up my ass. I tell him no. And freak out a little. I feel him lubing me up with massage oil, and he asks if I played safe, because only fucked with conforms. I said usually safe and he said cool. Next thing I know he is rolling a magnum down his cock. I was so nervous and tensed up. He tried for 25 mins to get in me,but I couldn't relax, especially knowing he had house guests who could return at any time. He didn't have a bedroom door and his room was was right off the living room and front door, which was also open since he had a security door. Anyway, he finally gave up, I got dressed and left. Nothing happened again until about a year later. I showed up at his place on Halloween night, drunk and needing some Tina to sober me up. I stopped at an ABS first to get a cockring and some Gun Oil because I needed them. This store had an underwear section. I found a jockstrap I liked and decided I'd buy it since I was drunk and impulsive. I got to his place and somebody else answered the door, and I followed him to Coco's room. I smoked a bowl real quick, but was still pretty buzzed. I asked if I could jump in his shower to try and sober up, plus I was sweaty from dancing all nite. He said yeah and handed me a towel. It was kinda a small I found when I was drying off. I left my backpack by his desk and had just the jock I had just purchased. So I put it on and put the towel around my waist, which barely reached. I came out of the bathroom and they were both still smoking and surfing porn. I sat down on the bed and they passed me the bong. His houseguest asked if I slammed, I said only a couple times and he asked if I wanted to since he hated doing it alone. I said sure. He tied a rubber hose around my bicep, found a vein immediately,and administered what was about .45... it was strong and as soon as he released the hose and raised my arm I was coughing and was rushing. I just laid back into his pillows and started rubbing my nips and chest. I started to sweat and undid my towel to wipe my face and neck, laying there in just a cockring and jockstrap. He slammed next while Coco did hot rails, he didn't like needles. I start rubbing my clock through the pouch and the friend starts massaging me, and tells me to turn over, pulls my hold back and up and tongues my hole while Coco watches and is rubbing his cock through his bball shorts. Then the friend goes to his bathroom to piss and shower. I'm still buzzed, rushing, and high as a kite. I take my jock off, and am just stroking to some BB porn on my laptop. Coco tells me to show him my ass... and asks if he can take some pics. I say sure, just no face shots. He asks when I last took some dick, which I truthfully admitted not recently. It had been about 4 months. He tells me he still wants to fuck me, especially since he wasn't able to get it in the last time. He said he would hook me up with more Tina as trade. I was so high I a agreed. So he starts to rim me and play with my hole, I hand him the bottle of Gun Oil I just bought and he pours it all over my ass and works it in my hole, he goes to his desk for a second and gets a good sized shard and works it into me. It burns but its nothing I cant handle. He is now naked and stroking his huge cock. The friend comes back in wearing just boxers and has a new slam prep led for me. Again he administers it, I cough again, only longer because its stronger. We open up the blinds to his patio door and his window. He lived in a crush, but seedy apt complex that had a mostly gay population. He puts me on my back while the friend is kicking back, smoking and stroking. He asks if I'm ready and I nod... I just assumed he wrapped up based on our safe play only conversation,so when he asked how his raw cock felt in my bare hole I kinda got nervous and started to tighten up. He said not to worry, he was clean and rarely barebacked, especially with gay dudes. I finally relaxed and my body started to loosen up, as did my very stretched and very cock stuffed hole and he was only halfway in. He added more lube as he slowly sank more of his 11" into me. He told his friend to take some pics of him opening me up. And next thing I know one of his regular customers enters through the patio door. He didn't know I was a bottom so was little surprised to see me with Coco's dick balls deep in me. So he is watching and smoking, and Coco pulls out so I can get on all fours. His customer is comments on my "phat bubble butt" and how he never woulda guessed I was a bottom and never woulda guessed I had such a nice ass because I always had on baggy sweats or dickies workpants and oversized tees that hid my ass. Coco spreads my bubble butt cheeks and adds more Gun Oil, then starts to reenter me and my still tight, but willing asshole. Coco just keeps telling me how hot my hole is. How tight, warm, wet, and soft it is, how hot it feels every time I tighten up and work my ass muscles. I am meaning into a pillow when I am given the bong to hit, which I hit hard and blow some massive clouds as I am being fucked bareback by my drug dealer and his huge raw uncut cock. I can feel him precumming in me as he is fucking me. Before long he is fucking me deeper and faster so I know he is about to blow. He had already told me he would pull out, but never did. He just kept fucking me, fucking his load into me and lubing my hole with his cum. He finally pulls out and can't believe how good my ass felt, better than any pussy and no fears of me getting knocked up. I needed something to drink, so put on my jock, my sweatpants and hoodie and walked next door to Circle K for Gatorade. On my way back I saw his regular leaving. He saw me and invited me to co.e smoke and chill with him across the complex, his girlfriend was staying with a friend. I agree, and we get to his place, I immediately take my hoodie and sweatpants off and go get cleaned up in his bathroom. When I return he has a bi porn on his flat screen and a loaded bong. He is in a muscle shirt and bball shorts. He looks rough in the face, but has a pretty hot body from what I can see. We pass the bong back and forth and then he loses his clothes and is stroking his cock. I decide to blow him without asking, he gets harder in my mouth. After I kneel down on the floor and jerk off while I am sitting up straight. The next thing I feel is his hand pushing my shoulders forward and bending me over. He spits on my hole, then his cock and mounts me from behind. He is nowhere near as big as Coco, but still above average and grabs my hips while he long strokes his raw cock in and our of my just fucked hole. He hits all the right spots and before I know it I am cunning, which makesy hole spasm and tighten around his cock, causing him to lose his load too. He pulls out and then eats my hole. Tells me my ass is amazing and so much better than his girl's pussy. It was a good night.

I just had an incredibly hot time with this 18 year old I met off Grindr! I normally don't get a lot of play off Grindr seeing as I'm a chubbier bear type, but I logged on after I got into my hotel room at the Crowne Plaza by LAX. After an hour or so, a pic less profile that was a couple thousand feet away said "hi" - not something I would normally respond to. Then I looked at the stats: 18, Right Now, 5'10, 190lbs, so I figured what the hell, and sent back a "hey." After about a dozen exchanges of small talk, I asked for a pic, so we traded. Since he could already see my face, I assumed he wanted to see other areas ;-) I sent him cock and ass pics and he sent me a single waist-up face pic. He was very cute, kinda like the typical blonde high school senior football jock. He said he was about to leave LAX to drive down to OC and asked if he could stop by. I was a bit wary because it was only 1 pic and we hadn't discussed any "what r u into" stuff yet. I took a shot and invited him over - and was SO glad I did! When he got to my room, he was just as cute but more muscular than I'd imagined. I thought he was a little chubby like me, but the weight was all muscle. He had a lightly defined chest but huge thighs and, my absolute favorite, huge, muscular calves! I could've stroked those legs (along with my cock) all night! He seemed a little nervous, so we sat on the bed and talked for a few. He had been visiting family in Chicago for a week and was coming back to school at UC Irvine. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I complimented him on his awesome legs as I gently squeezed his calf. He said something about his football workouts, but I didn't really hear him as I started moving my hand toward his crotch. I told him to just lie back and enjoy. He eased back and closed his eyes and I gently slid my hand up the leg of his Nike basketball shorts. I could see his cock start to lift the front of his shorts, so I carefully squeezed it from the outside and he gasped like it was the first time he'd been touched there. I pulled his waistband down to expose the bulging underwear and started gently stroking his bulge. He was practically paralyzed with pleasure, just gasping and moaning with his eyes tightly closed the whole time. Finally I told him to slide the underwear off and he did, letting his cock spring up. He was hung average - probably 6-7 inches and cut, but had huge balls with that "new cock" smell too lol! Very carefully I climbed in between his tree trunk legs, and started to lick the head... it was as if he were connected to an electrical outlet and every time I touched his dick with my mouth, I sent a few hundred volts through him! Eventually he calmed down and started to really enjoy the service. I was careful to not let him get too close because I wanted that cum in my hot hole - hopefully; we had never discussed any anal play. I started sucking his balls, then licked below his balls, lower and lower I got, lifting his thighs higher and higher until I found his little pink pucker. I asked if he'd ever been rimmed and he said nobody had ever done anything with his ass. WOW! I thought, a rimming virgin! Needless to say I showed him my talents and he could barely keep his breath! The next thing I knew, he pulled away from me and got on his knees. I asked him what he wanted to do and his two word reply was "fuck you" HOLY SHIT YES!!! was my thought, but I simply said "sure man." There was no mention of a condom or lube, so I spit on my hand and lubed my hole then sucked him a little to get him nice and wet. I flipped onto my back as he grabbed my ankles and lined his cock up with my hole. I got the feeling this was the way he liked to fuck girls, I'm sure he'd had a few. Gently he eased inside me and fucked slow for a few minutes. It was heaven! I was holding his powerful thighs as he was thrusting inside me and I was pre-cumming like a leaky faucet! He began to pick up the pace and I could tell he was getting close. I grabbed my cock and started stroking in rhythm with his thrusts... after a few minutes I heard him start to groan and really jam his dick inside my hole balls-deep, so I let loose and blew a huge load all over my chest. He saw me and I guess couldn't hold out anymore because I felt his cock push ALL the way in as he practically howled while he shot his load deep inside my guts. Never bothering with the "where do you want me to cum" bullshit, he was going to breed me whether I agreed to it or not! He collapsed onto the bed beside me for a couple minutes until he realized he just fucked a dude I guess. Then it was all business about getting dressed and on the road and the traffic and blah, blah, blah. I want that boy to fuck me every single time I come to LA!

I hooked up at STEAMWORKS with a scruffy bottom who had a sweet, tight ass and who was hungry for fuck seed. He left the door open when he came in my room, so I knew he din't mind being watched while being fucked, which is a turn on for me. Then he suggested I take him to the fuck bench and fuck him in front of other guys. What a fucking turn on. He sucked cock while I bred him. It was hot to have guys come up and feel my balls and bare cock. Anybody else hooked on giving a bareback sex show?

This all happened on Friday night. I finally met up with a top one been exchanging messages with for the past five months. Schedule conflicts, and me simply not horny when he is, prevented us from playing much earlier. I headed over to his place with the understanding he was only going to eat my ass for a while and suck me off. It started out with him rimming me for three hours (seriously it was a full 3 hours). We both took a lot of hits of poppers. Damn he has a long tongue. He then stopped, turned me over on to my back and then started sucking my nips. That always gets me rock hard, and he saw that. He started sucking my dick very well until I unloaded in his mouth. Instead of swallowing my load, he pinned my legs to my chest and pushed my load in my ass with his mouth. Fucking hot! He then used a bit of my load to lube his gorgeous 8.5 inch thick bbc... and he slid in all the way to the balls in one quick thrust. He didn't even ask if I wanted to fuck haha just took my ass. Oh, and raw ... never discussed statuses or if I play raw. I was so turned on that I came a second time right when he touched my dick with his hands! I was moaning so loud that his neighbors (lives in an apartment) turned on music at a high volume lol. The sounds of him fucking my wet ass, with my own load, was hot! He fucked me hard and rough for about 30 minutes. He flooded my ass with his own cum, no warning or asking me where I wanted it. After he was done flooding my hole, he rimmed me again to eat our loads. Well, I held in quite a bit of the loads and hit up a really hot 'straight' and monstrously hung black guy. He only fucks wet ass, and only raw. I made it to his place, but he can't host. So I drove us to a construction site off a road, and we fucked on the back seat of my car. I was on my back, legs held against my chest and ass at the edge of the seat. So he stood outside of my car. He spat on his 9 inch and even thicker then the first guy's dick and slammed in balls deep. I screamed from it and told him to stop ... so he held one of his hands over my mouth to muffle my screams and moans. Then he said, "I'll stop alright. Once I breed this ass." Love it! He picked up the pace and fucked me hard, slamming into my ass with each thrust. He only fucked me for about 5 minutes when he said, "Yeah, take it slut. You need my load don't you?" One final thrust in and a strong pulling back of my hips, and I felt his monster BBC thicken and unload. Damn he flooded me good. I dropped him off at a bus stop about a half mile from his apartment (he requested that). I went to a few clubs then passed out at home.

Officially broke my record and there are still two more days of Folsom Europe. Thursday got fucked 20 times, Friday 17 at the biohazard party. Tonight I broke my record with 26 fucks and 5 fists in one night. Previous record was 24. My pig hole is sore but makes me a happy piggy. Tomorrow the naked party, for more raw cock for my pig hole.

Just thought I'd share this story with you guys, especially you guys who think that partied up bottoms are a good time. Because in my experience, they never are. Never had a good fuck with a guy who was high on Tina. This is why I don't do it myself. There is this guy I met on BBRT a few months ago who is a complete bottom. And he's hot as hell- 32, short, slim, toned, smooth hairless body and a great little ass that is just made for fucking. The first time I met him, he was hosting an anon motel room pump n dump scene. I was horny as hell so I went over, got hard, fucked him and dropped a load in him and bounced. He contacted me the next day and told me that he thought I was hot and would love to meet for a longer one-on-one session, just us. I was very interested. Before we met the next time, he asked if I was cool with him partying and I told him I don't fuck guys who are partied up. I started to withdraw my interest at that point, but he promised he wouldn't party. He kept that promise- we met, had amazing, hot passionate sex and I've bred him a few times after that. Well, this morning he texted me and asked if I wanted to meet. It had been a while and I was really fucking horny, so we agreed to meet late afternoon at a cheap motel since neither of us could host. When we met, I noticed a little baggy of white powder. I asked him what it was. The answer: Tina. He asked if that's ok. I guess he "forgot" I don't do bottoms that party. I said I preferred he didn't but he insisted he was going to just do "just a little." I was so horny at that point that I wasn't going to leave, so I just said, "well I guess if you have to..." I probably should have just left because the awesome sex we used to have turned into a shit session this time. I was rock hard during foreplay, but when I tried fucking him, he was impossible. Squirming like crazy. When I was on top of him, he kept trying to control my motions by pushing my torso back and almost simultaneously pulling me in. I literally had to exert extra effort to fight back against his resistance to be able to actually fuck him. It was making me start to lose my boner. I was the top, I needed to be in control. All he needed to do was just lay there like a good bottom. Then he starts saying his ass feels very wet and he thinks the water from when he douched was coming out. Over and over again he was saying this. I told him it wasn't and everything was fine. Then he started asking if there was a smell. I said no, and I'll let him know if anything was wrong. But no, he had to keep asking these questions until he finally got off the bed to go check. When he came back I had no hard on anymore. I told him between all the squiminess and his worries about being wet/dirty, I didn't think it was gonna work. He insisted that everything was fine and to please "don't be like that." At this point I just wanted to blow my load that was practically aching in my balls to come out. I put him on his back, forced his legs back and held his hands down against the bed and pounded the shit out of him. Then I shot a huge load inside him and then got off him. But I was still frustrated with him. I know guys who are pro-partying might tell me that a bottom can be squirmish and worrisome sober. That may be true, but my response to that is that every partied bottom I've ever fucked has had these issues. So what bottoms like him need to realize is that while they are in the clouds feeling on top of the world, chances are they are annoying and frustrating their sober top without even realizing it. I'm just so irritated with this guy right now, I wonder if I will ever meet with him again. Fucking him today was not pleasurable, it was just plain frustrating. And he didn't even realize it. Anyone else ever seem to have this problem with partied bottoms? Would love to hear other experiences and opinions on this matter.

Couldn't agree with you more there. I don't know why guys don't get it. Drugs or sex, pick one, because together they are a shitty combo.

The best part is when I hear a top groan as he cums

you should have just bent him over & raped his ass - no pulling out & given the fucker a no mercy fuck

PrEP since January 15. Only taken raw loads since, usually poz undetectable but several guys claiming to be toxic, one who claimed he knocked up every bottom the first breeding, he didnt know i was on PrEP. He says i will test poz in Oct, absolutely certain of it lol. Guess i will find out soon.

Last night a couple that I've messed around with a couple times wanted a gangbang bottom. I was more than happy to oblige. I was told to wear knee socks, a jock and a ball cap. Fine with me, I wear those on a daily basis in my 'street' clothes. I showed up and was blindfolded and told to be ready for the 7 guys who were coming over. I was on my back on the sofa (covered in sheets). First daddy ate my hole and got me nice and wet! Then he slide inside me as I'm hitting the poppers and he proceeded to fuck a quick load into my ass, it was HOT and a really big load. I was then told to get on my knees in front of the sofa. I did as told, and then I felt something on my right butt cheek. Come to find out later, it was a hash mark, a black sharpie. Next guy saddles up to me and forces his HUGE cock into my ass, it was thick like a redbull can. Really big head and he was about 7 inches. He fucks me fast and uses the other guys load as his lube. He shoots a gallon of cum into my ass and I feel another mark on my ass. As the night proceeds I end up with 6 loads in me and 4 down my throat. I have 6 mash marks on my butt cheek 1 black mark and 6 red. Come to find out the black marks signify negative loads and the red marks... Poz. I'm in hog heaven, so hot and a total fantasy of mine has been fulfilled. I was able to take off the blindfold afterwards and was really happy with the tops that were chosen for me.

AMEN. I am anti party myself. As a top, bottoms, that have partied, are to figgity and unable to release control. As a bottom, tops, that have partied, can't even get hard. Don't see the point myself in partying

Total ass guy here. Turn on when I find a bottom guy who lets me skip foreplay/oral and let me start fucking his hole.

I love to stay hard and show a big bulge (even though I am a bottom) when I am getting fucked.

Wait.... I thought I was a true bottom since I enjoy getting fucked and can't ever get enough and enjoy pleasing the top..... But you mean because I also jack my dick, I'm not a true bottom? That must make me a false bottom..... Now I'm sad... I've been lying to all these tops for so many years... Look... All these rules about whether a bottom should be hard or not, caged, touching his dick, not touching his dick.... Why does it matter? If the top is getting off, why the hell should he care if the bottom is hard or not? Dom/sub role play? Ok. That's fine. But saying that guys who get hard and jack are not true bottoms... When does it come to the place where we have too many rules and too many labels? Aren't we supposed to be about freedom and do what we want? Hi. My name is ____. I'm a true bottom and yes, I get hard and jack my dick while getting fucked. All while milking the top's cock like a cow's teat. I can multi task.

Author's note: It's been awhile since I've posted a story... but I have been writing. This story is long (14 chapters and some of them fairly long themselves)... BUT it is mostly written. I'm just going back and doing proofreading / corrections/ adjustments on the later chapters... so the story should not be abandoned unfinished. The plan is to post one chapter a day (or so). Hope you enjoy.

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

Note: Parts of this story are quite true, although the names and locations have been changed. Part One: A bit about myself, I grew up in the Deep South in a very religious household. The day that I turned 18 I came out to my parents (making damn sure there was no chance of a trip to the "pray the gay away " camp). My father, being a deacon in the Baptist Church and a pillar of the community promptly told me to leave. Fortunately, my grandparents were more understanding and allowed me to stay with them until I finished high school. It was during this four month period that I made my first trip to Atlanta and managed to get into a gay bar with a fake ID. Now mind you, this was before the internet was around (1994) commonly, so simply finding a gay bar was a challenge, much less driving three hours each way to go to one. But my rock hard teen dick thought I was up to the task. I managed to convince my grandparents that I was going to see some cousins in another area of the state and left for Atlanta right after school that Friday in February. When I got to Atlanta at 7 that evening it took me another hour to find the bar I was looking for (the name starts with an "E"). I had no idea what to expect, which when I got there wasn't much considering that it was only 8 on a Friday night, but I presented my ID to the doorman, who I'm sure knew was fake, and was let in. I finally worked up enough courage to ask for a beer and then asked the bartender about the crowd. Looking me up and down, he replied "Should be busy later," and left it at that. That "later" never seemed to come. Bored out of my mind, I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who quickly figured out that I was new meat and totally innocent. He convinced me to wait, and gruffly told me to quit looking at guys directly into their eyes unless I planned on going home with them later. So I waited, and sure enough about 11 the place started to get packed. I was like a kid in a candy shop! So many hot guys, like nothing I had ever experienced before, many of them in leather. I scanned the scene, and two guys, prolly not much older really caught my eyes. They were wearing leather head to toe, both were about my size at 6'2 and around 200 pounds. But holy fuck, it was clear they were built like a brick shit house. Working up my courage, and aided by the few beers I'd had, I walked over to talk to them. The dark haired guy was named Rocky and the blonde was Alex. They were both city boys from Atlanta and were intrigued by this innocent looking Alabama farm kid. We exchanged small talk, and noticing that I was out of beer, Alex asked if I wanted another. Five minutes later he shows up with not only three beers for us, but shots as well. Coming from a dry county, and from a family that never even had liquor in the house, this was really going to put me over the top, but I partook anyhow. After a bit, Rocky looked at me and asked if I wanted to hit the dance floor. I answered back with something about "not knowing how." I didn't want to be the dead weight, so I decided to go outside to the patio for some air. Not five minutes later, they were both out with me. " I'm just nervous, since this is the first time I've ever been in a gay bar" I explained. "You're not 21 either, are you?" Asked Rocky. I affirmed that his assumption was correct. "Here, I have something that will help you to relax" he said, handing me an ecstasy pill. Not knowing what it was, and being so nervous and naive, I took the whole thing. Suddenly, the lights were going up and I realized it must be closing time. Fuck, where had the time gone? I was experiencing feeling like I never had before, every touch sent shivers through me. Then that little voice in the back of my head went, "Oh shit, I am fucked up, I have no hotel room, and what the fuck am I gonna do?" So, I ran up to Rocky and Alex, both of whom quickly surmised that the farm kid needed somewhere to stay for the night. Little did I know this had been the plan for them all along. "Sure, you can crash with us, but we have to make a stop on the way home first." Not much I could do but agree. We walked to their car, with both assuring me that my truck would be fine over night, and left. While Alex drove, Rocky offered me a few hits off of a joint to help me calm down a bit from the E. We drove for what seemed like forever in my warped drug-hazed mind, but it was in reality no more that fifteen minutes and stopped at a rather large house. "Wanna come with us, or sit out in the cold?" Rocky asked. I decided to come in. Damn, this place was nice...I sat with Alex in the living room while Rocky went with the guy, who was pretty damn hot to be old enough to be my father. A few minutes later Rocky came back with the guy, nodded to Alex and we left. When we got to their place, a rather cramped apartment, they threw some porn on the TV on got comfortable. I was a bit nervous to say the least... Sensing my nervousness, Alex asked if I wanted to smoke another joint. Nodding to him, he handed me a whole joint and told me to relax. After four or five hits and ten minutes had gone by, I was stoned off my ass. Both Alex and Rocky were jerking their cocks by this point. Rocky was a nice eight inches and average thickness, but holy shit, Alex was a solid ten inches and as thick as a beer can. I couldn't keep my eyes off them. "Boy seems to like cock" Alex said to Rocky, "Yeh, but does he know what to do with one?" Rocky responded. Rocky told me to get down and give him head. I did the best I could, but there was no way I could blow him and not gag, but damnit, I wanted that cock so bad. "Should we get him the special boy medicine?" I heard Alex say, "Fuck yeh, I think this pig is eager to learn." Rocky responded. Rocky told me to stand up and a minute later Alex returned with a glass pipe. Rocky told me that some guys who are just starting out sometimes need some help to reach their potential. "Do you want some help?" "Sure," I responded. "Hold the stem and when you see some smoke coming from the hole start to inhale on the pipe, and I want you to take four big hits." I nodded with eager anticipation. After the third hit I felt like every hair on my body was standing on end. By the time I exhaled the fourth hit, I was in heaven. Rocky and Alex sat back down, both stroking their cocks slowly, with some nice beads of pre-cum leaking out. Rocky motioned for me to come back over and get between his legs, which I eagerly did. "Now get back down and slobber on that cock like you fucking mean it," he said. I went straight for the root, non-stop. Seconds later it dawned on me that I was deep throating another dude balls deep and loving it. About five minutes later I heard Alex say that he thought I was ready for more. "Get up and follow Alex," which I reluctantly did. I was sort of surprised at how fast I had taken to cock sucking, but didn't realize how fucked up I was, nor that I was about to get a lot more fucked up. Alex led me to the bathroom and showed me how to use the enema kit, "I don't want no shit on my cock, bro" and told me to holler when the bag was empty. After 3 clean outs, the bag was empty and so was I, so I hollered for Alex to come back. I was expecting a towel but instead he brought a half gallon of syrupy golden brown liquid and refilled the bag. "On your knees" he told me. Quickly complying, I felt the nozzle going much deeper in me than I had gone before. "Gonna run this whole bag into ya bro, gonna feel a slight burn, but it'll help ya get ready for later. Don't let it out until I tell ya." With that he opened the clamp and walked out. Holy shit was I getting uncomfortable from the burn and the fullness. Then, like a ton of bricks hit me I was sweating like I was in a desert and fuck I was feeling even better than before if that was even possible. A few minutes later, both Rocky and Alex returned. "Holy fuck, that is one fucked up pig boy," said Rocky. I was so spun I couldn't see straight. Alex removed the nozzle, "Stand up and push that out," he said. Standing wasn't going to happen without some serious help. Both guys got me up and I pushed the chem piss out while Alex reloaded the bag with water. This time Rocky stayed with me and helped to get the chem piss cleaned out. He handed me a jock, "really oughta cover that shriveled boy clit ya got there up." That was when I realized my dick was literally the smallest I think I had ever seen it. Normally, hard it was a solid seven inches, but he'll tonight, go all nights, it had gone on vacation. On the way to their bedroom, Rocky explained to me that sometimes when a guy takes medicine to overcome his fears, it puts his dick to sleep, "But don't worry, you won't need it anyway." I crawled into bed while Alex and Rocky watched. Alex put some extra pillows under my head and crawled behind me, "Give me your ankles," he said. Rocky lined his cock up to my hole, and with nothing but some spit for lube, was balls deep in an instant. I was in pain, but loving every minute of it. He was patient and took his time, taking a good half hour to nut in my formerly virgin ass. Alex wasn't, he used Rocky's cum for lube and rammed it home as hard and fast as he could. It only took him five minutes or so to nut. Looking up at Rocky, he said, "I think the boy has some potential for dad," "Oh hell yeh" was Rock's reply. I had no idea what they were talking about. I was too mesmerized by the constant leakage of my cock. Rocky looked down, saw me playing with and grabbed my hand. "Let it leak, that's all a t dick is good for anyway, and besides its hot" he said. Grabbing a butt plug, Alex plugged me and they left me to rest for a bit.

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.

I so appreciate a guy who just wants to rim and fuck an arse as soon as he possibly can. No build up just spreads it and takes what he wants, perfect.

I agree with NLbear that ass looks good enough to eat finger and fuck man i really need to do a road trip across the states some day. And i understand what you mean i find even here in montreal one of the more active sexual places in quebec there are some tops that are just really picky or sometimes they get in the mood one min and lose it the next unless your going to one of the saunas or gloryholes which can be an awesome weekend. Think we all go through a dry spell once in awhile then it picks back up

Yeah it really blows my mind that guys want to get together, do Tina, and then think sex is actually going to be on the agenda. I think there should be a hook up site that is dedicated to guys who PNP. Maybe that will get all of those guys off sites like BBRT and A4A and then those sites can be all about sex for those of us who can actually have it. tallbtm, yeah I've been there done that too. Back when I was a little more naive about what Tina is and what the signs are, I hooked up with a top who had a really nice cock but could only get half hard. His idea of a good time was fucking me in fifty thousand different positions with a half hard cock for about two hours. After being bored with the fuck for a while, I told him it just wasn't gonna work. It was only after that I realized that his profile said he was into partying. That's pretty much what ended up happening. I put him on his back, pushed his legs over my shoulders and held his wrists down on the bed so he couldn't move. This was the only way I could get him to stop moving. I pounded the living hell out of him and blew my load. Then I was done with him.

I used to love Maximum Impact (spray on a rag poppers), but the new formula smells, tasts and is generally awful. Currently, I'm enjoying Ecstasy Pop poppers the most.

I agree with your opinion. I've had guys swear by Amsterdam but it didn't do a damn thing for me. Rush is the same thing. Rush is what I started with because it was the only one adult book stores in my area sold then. Then they quit selling them altogether. Someone told me about jj platinum. Fuuuck. Now that works great for me. Especially the ones from poppers to go. It's the old formula. Knocked me off my feet the first time I tried them. But for others, that may not be the case. What works for some may not work for others.

Has Lucas Entertainment gone completely bareback now? I just watched a vid in which Toby Dutch got gangbanged by six guys, including the Visconti triplets (are they gay or gay-for-pay?). Fucking hot anyway with cum oozing out of his ass.

As a bottom guy I never party. I did have one experience with a top who did. He smoked Tina and said it would not affect him. Well for two hours he could not hard. He said he was tired and could he come back later. I said do not bother

Also a idea would be to make a free profile at : http://www.squirt.org From there you can look up places to visit & places with real reviews from real experiences from real guys. It's a worldwide website with reviews to where to go & what places are good, you can also advertise on there website where you will be.

I think with a sober guy it's totally different. At least he's there in the moment with you. If he's squirmish, it's for a reason (He has to get used to the size of your cock etc.). You can give him a moment to relax and everything's fine. A partier is constantly distracted, his disjointed movements make no sense at all. There's just no rhythm to the whole thing. I'm not saying EVERY PnPer is like that. There's the rare exception,where the guy knows what (and that's seldom Tina) and how much to take and is really into the sex aspect (instead of the drug aspect). I guess one in a hundred guys is actually a pleasant fuck. The problem is: the 99 others think they are that guy. To those guys, let me tell you something: No, you aren't. That reminds me of a group session I went to. I was welcomed with more or less these words: "Thank God, a sober guy! We've been fucking for two days.. well, not so much fucking, most of the time we were just to high to actually fuck. Finally someone who can actually thrust and blow a load"... Ummmm, yes........ I really think the sex among tweakers is just as shitty as the sex tweakers have with sober dudes. They just think it is better.

You're absolutely right Ranger Rick. In my experience, PnP actually stands for All Party, No Play.

Dark room hands down. Bent over and ready to receive what ever cock wants my pig hole. Not able to see who is fucking me and gifting me is a huge turn on.

I just use popperds, nothing else.

My Name is Mikey – CHPT 8 - Pa and Brett Return: “Is that hole wet?” was generally the first thing Curtis asked me every morning before I kneeled by his chair while he injected with me with his drugs he called my ‘vitamins’. If my hole was wet, then he would fuck me, and if not, he would order me to get out to the booths or theater and, “Find some dick to wet that shit up!” ROXIES ADULT VIDEO STORE had a never ending supply of dick and as the weeks went on after the gangbang with Unc and his boys, I fell into a sort of daily routine of getting my shots, being fucked by Curtis, roaming ROXIES for more dick, getting high or drunk or both, getting fucked by Harold, getting high some more, taking some more dick, the occasional trip to the truck stop with AJ, and on and on. Curtis told me over and over, “The only thing you need to remember is tops have rights, bottoms have responsibilities and yours is to be a good sissy. And no matter what, you can always come back to me.” While Curtis made AJ charge any customers he fucked, my ass was free for the taking and Curtis explained it was an incentive to get folks coming in, paying the cover charge and buying tokens and shit in the store out front when they always knew there was an ass willing and able to take them At the time I didn’t really know, or care, I was forgetting who I was. I just lived in the moment, and knew who Curtis, Harold, and AJ were, and knew instinctively – and from repeated breedings – I was a sissy slut to be fucked and I LOVED IT. Anything about who I was or my life before ROXIES just sort of slipped away and was not anything I ever thought about really. All I did think about was sex and pleasing the men I was with. I craved and ached for dick and the drugs, and did my best to stay high, drunk, and with dick in my ass or mouth as much as I could. I quickly learned how to stay ‘clean and prepped’, that I could not drink hard liquor without getting totally fucked up, but with beer I could moderate it, and I loved any drug I was given to smoke, snort, or shoot and Curtis always seemed amazed at how much I could handle, as well as how tight my ass stayed even after being fucked like a whore. He was always surprised when I kept telling him I felt OK – well except for the crazy nightmares and headaches, but I didn’t tell him about those. Every day he asked me if I felt sick. I didn’t know why at first, but then overheard him and AJ mentioning the fuck flu and all the poz cum I had taken. One day I was bored and lonely as Harold had been sent to Houston to pick up a supply of drugs. With Unc’s “injuries”, Curtis’ local supply had dried up and after much arguing Harold had agreed to go and he would be gone two whole days. I was hanging out in the back of the theater after taking several loads up my ass, sitting on the stained and cum laden couch, smoking a joint, all alone as the place was dead, when the door opened and a huge shadow blocked out the light from the store. The guy closed the door and through the dim light and smoky haze I saw him come my way. As usual, I just had on a pair of denim shorts and nothing else, so figured there was no rush in getting naked and that if I had to I could be ‘fuck ready’ in 5 seconds. The big guy came and sat down on the couch beside me almost knocking the ashtray off the couch and he laughed as he quickly caught it, but not before some of the old butts fell onto the floor. He looked at me, smiled, “Curtis said you was back here,” he said. I nodded, angled my head, something about him seemed familiar, and my ass twitched, my cock got hard, and I suddenly wanted to be naked and fucked. “May I?” he asked as he pointed to my joint. I just nodded, handed it to him, and tried to figure out why my insides were fucking flipping out as he held the smoke then let it out my way. “HMMM, that’s good shit,” he said as he handed it back to me, smiled, then reached out and pulled his t-shirt off up and over his head. I automatically licked my lips at the sheen of sweat showing on his broad, black chest and my ass was no longer twitching, it was fucking spasming out of control! “Stand up,” the guy said, “Let me see that thick white ass again.” I set the last of the joint in the ashtray, stood up, then turned and asked, “Again?” He laughed, “What? Really? You don’t remember me? DAMN BOO! I know Curtis said he’s been shoot… um well... I…yeah guess you might not. I was here the night my cousin Unc and his boys had themselves a bit of a party and well let’s just say, you were the piñata on my happy stick!” I scrunched my face as I tried to remember that night, but it was a bit fuzzy and the guy laughed again, held out his hand, “Billy, just call me Billy. Now get those shorts off.” I quickly dropped my shorts, stepped in front of Billy who had spread his legs, backed up as close as I could and began to moan as he spread my cheeks and began to eat out the cum loads I had stored back there. Billy was slurping away and I was grinding my ass into his face when the theater door opened and someone else came in. Billy paused, looked to see who it was, “GET THE FUCK OUT,” he screamed. The guy ran back out the door like a scared cat and Billy started moaning again as he continued to eat my ass. After several minutes Billy paused, “Stay just like that,” he ordered, then I felt him shift a little on the couch, he took his left hand and placed it back on my ass and said, “Reach back. Open that ass up.” When I did I felt Billy’s thick fingers begin probing at my ass and an intense sharp burning as he dug his nails around, side to side, up and down, creating long, deep gouges. “I want that pussy ass to open like a rose bud in the spring time. Here, I got some stuff for you to snort, but fair warning, no matter how fucked up you good you WILL still feel me and I like that. I like hearing the pain, the ecstasy, the need, the desire, the fear, makes my shit hard. OK, turn around, get on your knees and suck my mother fucking dick real sloppy like.” I gasped in awe at the size of his dick when Billy pulled his pants down and while Curtis and Harold were well hung, as were a few of the others guys who came to ROXIES, Billy was HUGE! Billy took his BBC in both hands and squeezed down the length of the shaft. As he did, thick slimy gobs started to peak out of the quarter-sized slit in the head of his dick. I was mesmerized and Billy said, “Put that tongue out. I want you to taste and savor my toxic honey.” It was like acid on my tongue and I forced as much if his monster dick into my mouth as I could and gagged and Billy laughed, “Yeah, you like that boo, you fucking size queen! Just wait until I am back up in you, you will be purring like a kitten.” I pulled my mouth away from his dick and protested, “I’m not sure I can take that. You’re a fucking MONSTER!” Billy patted my head, smiled as he swung his dick back and forth slapping first one thigh then the next with his own dick and said, “I KNOW you can take it. I had your pussy lips snuggling right down to the root of my meat. True, maybe it did not happen willingly on your part, but even passed out for a bit as you was, your ass was milking me and begged for more every time I bottomed out. Once I had blown two loads in you and pulled out, that cunt was GAPING!” I just shrugged, and went back to working his dick best I could. My knees hurt and my jaws ached, but I kept sucking and slurping on his big black dick and just loved that he was uncut and his dick tasted funky. I had learned I hated washed dick that tasted like soap and there was nothing better than the smell and taste of a man’s dick the way it should be. “No, no, no,” Billy said as he pushed me away from his dick. My ass was on fire and I NEEDED to be fucked so bad, but Billy had other plans as he shoved his fingers back up my ass, then had me sit back down on the couch while he put one foot up on the couch and impaled my throat with his long dick. I fought at first, but Billy instructed me how to relax my throat, inhale quick breaths through my nose in time with his strokes, and with him totally standing on the couch now throat fucking, I was in heaven! I never knew sucking dick could be so amazing, and even though snot was running out my nose, my eyes were watering, spit was running down my chin and onto my chest, the feel of Billy’s dick impaling my throat and his wet balls slamming my chin – mixed with the constant edge of feeling like I could not breathe - was incredible. “There you are man, right on time, I was just teaching your sissy cunt here how to swallow that BBC right down to the eggs,” Billy said to someone, yet he did not let up. It was a few minutes more before Billy stopped pumping my throat, stepped down off the couch, and I was able to breathe in deep, raspy, gulps of air. I looked to the side and there was Curtis, his hard dripping dick in hand, jacking at what he just saw. Curtis tossed something at me – a latex hood from the store with small holes at the nose and a big hole for the mouth, “Put that on,” he ordered. I put the hood on as Billy and Curtis discussed their plan. Curtis said, “As agreed, we won’t show your face since you have contracts and shit and he will be masked as we don’t want folks to know – well like I told you – this is all DL. But fuck man, this video will get me big fucking money. You know how many nasty freaks will pay to watch a sissy cunt bottom get used? I wished I could have taped Unc and his boys. I already made Gucci off the vid shots of folks loading that pussy up in the video booths, now this? SHIIIIITTTT! OK, I got my good camera with the night vision, oh you want to load his ass with crystal? Yeah sure whatever. That’s it, let me get a close up shot of those thick fingers working the powder into that wet hole, getting it primed! OK great, now I am going to juice him up, this will amp him up so fucking much no matter what you do he will not pass out.” I wasn’t able to see, and after Curtis unloaded his needle in my arm it felt like my heart was going to rip itself from my chest. But all I focused on was Curtis saying that I was being videotaped and that really turned me on. That meant something wild and wicked was going to happen and I realized I was so tired of plain old vanilla dick. Even though Curtis was an asshole, I loved him fucking me rough and nasty, calling me his sissy cunt, and slamming me hard. It was like a need I could not define, being taken by him. Sex with Harold could be rough too, but in a very different way. It was more passionate I guess, more about our mutual pleasure, not just me being a hole. Anyways, Billy’s fingers were stuffing me again and I was ready to scream with how bad I needed to get fucked! Yet I still had to wait as Billy said the crystal needed a little time to ‘stew in that pussy’ before I could take ‘the Beast’ and so I sucked him some more in various positions, all the while Curtis was giving orders, before Billy got back up on the couch and choke fucked me again like he was before. I was in bliss. After a while Billy stopped, shoved even more crystal up my ass, I felt like I could barely stand and heard Curtis say, “OK, Victor is here, time to get this show on the road.” Who the fuck was Victor? Unseen hands grabbed me, pulled me off the couch, guided me to a cushion on the floor as Curtis told me to get on my hands and knees to get fucked doggy style. “No foreplay Victor, just do what you do. Be that nasty redneck fucker that you are and open that hole up!” Billy and Curtis were now talking shit as the new guy Victor forced his dick into my hungry ass and I grunted as he opened my hole. “Tell the camera what you want sissy? Tell them you need raw dick fucking you,” Curtis said. I didn’t know where the camera was due to the hood, so turned my head slightly towards the sound of Curtis’ voice and begged and pleased to be fucked by raw dick. Victor braced himself on my back, took a wide stance froggy style, and started to thrust his raw dick deep into my wet and drug filled ass. OMG that was fucking amazing! I started to babble and push my hips back trying to get him deeper as they all laughed and finally heard Victor speak as he said, “There you go, aha, that’s it – aaah – shit, slow push that ass back, feel me go all the way, tease that cock, you want some redneck baby batter?” I said yes over and over and as Victor ran his long fingernails down my back, gouging my skin he snarled, “I don’t believe you. Drain it, ride it.” I was bucking back on Victor’s dick as hard as I could and just as I felt the cold metal of a wedding band on his left hand grab my ass, Victor yelled, twitched, and his dick throbbed in my ass unloading a massive a mount of cum. Victor fell onto my back, breathing hard, he then spit at my head, slapped me once and said, “Damn faggot sissy,” and yanked his dick out making me arch my back. He then guided my chin up to find his half limp dick in front of my face. I eagerly opened my mouth and started nursing his dick, tasty his rank cum, my ass, the crystal, and more just as Billy’s fingers started to probe my wet hole. Curtis’s voice said, “This white sissy just took a nasty, raw, redneck dick with charged cum, now comes the real test, can that pussy take a true BBC? See those long nails on that finger moving in and out? Those nails be digging those ass walls, priming them to get coated, and see that powder? High-grade crystal. You already seen how hungry this slut is, now its prime time!” “You got to speak up sissy,” Curtis directed, “Let the folks watching know how much that beast dick hurts, what you feeling, what you need. You hear me?” I nodded and as Victor pulled his now hard dick out of my mouth I cried out as Billy started to push into my raw ass. Victor held me in place as Bill mounted me, my body trembled, every muscle tightened up as the shock of his size took hold. Billy had only a few inches of his thick dick in me when he reached forward, caressed my neck, leaned his weight down on me and whispered in my left ear, “Open that hole up boo, take a deep breath, remember what I taught you about sucking my dick? Same thing. Relax that pussy, let me do the work, that’s it, I AM GOING TO STRETCH YOU THE FUCK OUT AND BANG IT – YEAH TAKE IT SISSY – LET ME UP IN THERE – I OWN THAT WHITE PUSSY!” I had never been so filled, so opened, so – used – as I was right then. Curtis and Victor were both swearing and talking dirty now as Billy wrapped both arms around to keep me from running and dropped his full weight on me and thrust every inch deep up my ass. It felt like he was trying to climb inside me as his balls slapped my ass and his dick continued to open me up even wider. I could no longer form words and just as Billy predicted, literally began to purr in the way that only a bottom slut does when raw fucked to the max. When Billy started to shoot his first load I swear I could feel it right under my belly button as his dick head swelled and spurted. Curtis told him to pull it out to show that nutt, which Billy did – thankfully slowly – then when Curtis had his shot Billy went for round two. As my sloppy filled cum catcher took every inch of his gigantic black dick, Victor filled my mouth with his dick and like a freaky tag team, they both shot their second loads in me at the same time, and I was literally filled with dick and cum from end to end. I whimpered in need and desire for more when Billy and Victor’s dicks both slipped out of my holes. I heard Victor and Curtis leave, then Billy helped me stand up, pulled the hood off my head, and rubbed my body down like I was a horse that had just run a race. “Fuck boo, that shit’s good. Feels like real pussy, how you do that?” Billy asked. I just shrugged, reached back, grabbed his semi-hard dick, bent over, and backed up on it, making Billy quiver and moan as he gently tried to push me away. I knew he wanted more, so I pushed back harder and was soon begging for him to jump up deep in my cum filled ass and to fuck me as hard as he could. Billy growled, “You fucking slut” and grabbed my arm, slung me onto the couch with my face shoved into the back cushions as he lifted my right leg straight up, and slam fucked my ass. “I know how to bust a hole open, no, don’t you be pushing that hand back now trying to get me off – you asked for this slut – sissy cunt whore – you asked for this.” Billy fucked me for a while like that as I moaned and half-heartedly tried to push him off. He then pulled out, sat on the couch, and had me climb up on the couch, wrap my arms around his neck facing him, and crouch down. I squatted down until my asshole was just above his throbbing dick when he stopped me, cupped his hands under my ass and said, “STAY JUST RIGHT THERE. I’M GOING TO RIP YOU OPEN NOW!” I gasped as Billy slammed his dick up and into my waiting ass then yanked it back out. My legs shook, but I held tight to his neck as he looked me in the eyes and slammed me again. The smile on his face got wider with every thrust into me and he said, “That is some open pussy right there boo.” I blushed and asked, “Do you like it?” Billy laughed, let go of my ass and I dropped all the down on his dick as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. “Oh yeah boo, now ride it for me, bounce on that dick, show me you want some more nutt.” I rode Billy’s dick like that for a long time before he finally came and when I pulled off his dick it was super shiny and slick and I licked him clean. Once he was dressed he slipped me a piece of paper, “This is my number. I fly back to LA tomorrow, but will be back soon. Keep that hole open, I plan to climb up in there again and if you ever need a ride or something, hit me up.” After Billy left I lay on the couch with my feet up on the end, fingering my cummy hole and stroking my dick. My eyes were closed as I imagined riding Billy’s rough, raw dick when suddenly the movie in the theater stopped, the room went dark, the door opened to the store and Curtis hollered, “Get out here.” I stumbled into the light and realized it must be late as the ROXIES was now closed. Curtis noticed my closed hand and said, “What the fuck is this?” as he unfolded the number Billy had given me. He snorted, stuffed it in his pocket and said, “Here is some more shit to smoke if you want. I got to get home to my woman, but I need you out here. Victor is coming back with a supply of laced blunts. You know that shit I had you smoke earlier? That was mixed with some other shit – anyways, he went out to his place to get my order and will be back in a while. Just answer the door, take the shit and lock up, alright?” I just nodded, took the blunts Curtis handed me, walked back into the theater, found the ashtray and lighter, walked out by the store counter, sat down on the cool tile floor and lit up. As I sat there looking around the store at the stacks of porn DVDs, racks of lace panties and shelves of leather toys and such, I heard this voice in my head say, “Where’s Mikey?” Mikey? Who the fuck is Mikey and who am I talking to? An echo? I suddenly had a massive headache and an itch in my skull, so I lit up, put my head back against the display case, and thought about how much I wished Harold was there to fuck me right now. I had started my second blunt when there was a loud knock on the front glass door. Not even caring that I was naked, streaked with dried cum, spit, and more, I casually set the blunt between my teeth, unlocked the door and opened it. Even thought it was night out, the man standing there had on black, wrap around sunglasses. He was wearing a knit cap that was black, and a black wife beater t-shirt with a pack of Marlboro cigarettes sticking out of the pocket and a sneer that showed some missing teeth. He was a white guy, very gaunt looking but pretty tan, with a stubble beard and as he stood there blowing cigarette smoke out of both nostrils of his nose like an angry bull in some cartoon, my wet ass clamped up and twitched. “So you going to let me in or make me stand the fuck out here all night,” he snarled. Victor. I recognized the voice. This was the guy who had fucked me with Billy earlier. My ass really twitched now. “Umm, yeah, come in,” I said. I held the door open as he brushed by me, then closed and locked it. I followed as he walked right back to Curtis’ office, dropped a large paper bag on his desk, shoved past me as he walked right back out to the front door. I scurried past him to unlock it for him and when I did he grabbed my arm and dragged me outside into the parking lot. WHAT THE FUCK – I WAS NAKED! I started to panic, but Victor laughed, tossed his cigarette onto the pavement, stepped up to the back of a pickup truck that was parked right in front of the store and unlatched the tailgate and let it drop with a BANG! “Get that ass up there,” he said, “You need to learn that the real-dicked fuckers around here ain’t those boys you been letting climb up on you – no they ain’t – you need to offer up that rebel-yell pussy to some down home redneck, meth-filled dick, we’ll take care of it right.” As I climbed onto the tailgate, I frantically looked around, worrying someone might see, but quickly realized it was so late, no one was around, and the way the truck was backed up, unless you were right beside us, you could not see a thing. I laid back on the metal of the bed, edged my ass forward, cutting my thigh on a jagged piece of the tailgate. Once I was in position Victor wasted no time in shoving his hard dick into my cum filled ass while blowing one last blast of smoke out of his nose before rutting like the redneck bull that he was. Victor adjusted his angle a couple times before finding the way to best gut me, and then he started to pound my slut pussy nice and hard. Just as I was starting to relax and enjoy the ride, I heard the sounds of a car with a missing muffler pull up, and two car doors shut. I quickly tried to sit up but Victor slapped me hard and said, “Lay the fuck down! Pull that tarp over your face and shut the fuck up.” I did as he said and listened as two guys joined him and as he told them this was the hole he had lined up. The first guy’s dick was average in size but he moaned louder than me being fucked by Billy as he thrust in me raw and quickly shot his load. The second guy was bigger, but barely lasted as he too rammed my raw ass and bred me. The tarp over my face smelled like dead fish, but I left it there until I heard the car pull away, felt Victor pull me a bit closer to the edge, and wedge his dick back inside me. “Time to get down to business,” he said before taking his sweet time to work my hole and implant me with more redneck babies. When he was done, Victor pissed up my ass, making my guts hurt and bloat and making me miss Harold again as that was his domain. I was pulled off the truck and forced to lick his dick before Victor led me back inside ROXIES, then turned and walked to his truck as I stood in the door with my guts and ass full of his piss and cum and needing more. I was so drugged up on meth and other shit, I could not sleep and literally jumped on AJ when he opened the store up the next morning and had him ride by ass before Curtis got in. Even then I was not done and bent over Curtis’ desk and begged for him to breed me as soon as he gave me my shots. I was still horned, took a couple more dicks in the booths, then Curtis came and found me and told me I needed to crash for a bit and gave me a pill and some water. I assumed he wanted me rested for when Harold got back, so happily obliged and was woken up several hours later with his dick grinding up my hole as he fucked me on Harold’s bed, telling me as he nutted in me that I needed to come back to him. When he was done, Curtis had me lick his dick clean, then stand up, then he hugged me tight, gave me a long, wet, passionate kiss which he never did, shared an intense blunt with me and then said, “Come on.” I was wet, and feeling the drugs when Curtis led me to one of the booths. There was a man already waiting, white guy with longish hair, so I stepped in, closed the door, and he said, “Hi sissy. We’ve missed you.” He dropped his shorts and fed me his dick while I wondered what he meant. As I sucked him, he stepped me back so my ass was against the gloryhole and I felt a nice hard dick poke through and using Curtis’ cum slide right inside. I was being double stuffed and enjoying it when the man I was sucking asked, “Want to swallow for me sissy? Gag on my dick? Damn they taught you well – oh fuck! You milking me! Jesus Christ you pulling that nutt right the fuck out!” Of course I was, what did he expect? As I tasted his vile load, the guy fucking me jerked, his dick paused, and I felt his load inside me. When they finished I pulled up my shorts, the man I sucked opened the door, and some young guy stepped in along with Curtis. The guy hugged me, Curtis smiled and said, “This is your – this is Pa, and Brett. You need to go with them now.” I didn’t understand, what did he mean? They just looked at me with stupid fucking grins on their faces as the older guy said, “Well come on, we got to get a move on. The state fair will be starting soon over in Texas and you need to work that carney dick.” I stood where I was. Curtis sighed, “Can you give us a moment, I told you, may not be easy. We’ll be right out.” The two guys left, the younger one looked back, smiled, and gave me a two finger wave. I looked at Curtis, the hurt and confusion all over my face. Curtis gently held my face in his hands as tears started to form in my eyes, “I know you don’t understand, but you need to go with them right now. Pa and Brett – well they’re your family – you were just here visiting, that’s all. Remember?” I didn’t of course, and grabbed Curtis tight and begged and pleaded, “No, please don’t send me away. I’m sorry. I’ll be better. I’ll be a good sissy. No, please. I want to stay here, with you, and Harold, and… please.” Fuck I was full on blubbering at this point and felt so stupid. As Curtis continued to kiss me through my tears, he unbuttoned my shorts, they dropped to the floor, he shut the booth door, opened his pants, turned me around and slid balls deep in one stroke. I sighed. Curtis whispered in my ear as he fucked, “Remember, cum makes the best lube, you are an amazing sissy with a pussy that won’t quit and come back to me – come back to us.” With a final deep thrust Curtis gave me another load, sighed, pulled out, told me to get dressed and I followed him outside. There was a beat up RV in front of ROXIES and the guys named Pa and Brett were standing in front of it, smoking, pacing back and forth. When they saw me Brett dropped his cigarette, ran around, jumped in and started it up, dark smoke billowing from the back. Pa walked up to Curtis, shook his hand, and said, “We good man?” Curtis looked at me, smiled tenderly, and said, “We’re good.” Curtis turned and walked back inside as Pa wrapped his arm around me, guided me to the RV, and as soon as the door was shut Brett put it in gear and we pulled out of the parking and ROXIES was quickly out of view. Pa roughly shoved a hand down the back of my shorts and felt my cummy hole, “Oh yes, I been missing that hole you sissy. Come on back to the bed, let’s see what else you learned while you’ve been away cause I am going to pimp that hole out to every carney and horny fucker I can find at the state fair!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 9: The Road Trip Part 1 **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

The best thing about fucking missionary is being able to huff a man's ripe pit scent before flooding his cumhole.

I especially love the way poppers make the cock k I'm sucking or taking up my ass the center of the universe. One huff and everything else seems unimportant - pleasing the cock is all that matters, I notice every bump and vein, every throb and twtch

At a hotel on business. Last night I posted on Craigslist that I wanted anonymous bb tops to come to my room and fuck me. Got 2 responses around 10pm. I taped the do not disturb sign across the door lock, so the door could just be pushed open. I turned off all the lights, except for the bathroom. I kept the bathroom door just barely cracked to give the room just enough light that he guys could find my ass on the edge of the bed. I lubed my ass and got on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed and waited. In about 10 minutes I heard the door open and footsteps toward me. I felt a finger rub the outside of my ass. Then slip up inside me. Then the finger was pulled from me and I could hear him kicking off his shoes and taking off his pants. Then I felt a hard cock pressing against my asshole. He grabbed me around the waist, as I took a hit of poppers. With one hard thrust, he pushed up inside me. His cock was about 6.5" and thick. He really pounded me. Grunting as he slammed in and out of me. Then I heard the door open again and more footsteps to the bed. Could hear shoes and clothes being removed. The first guy continued to fuck me as the second guy climbed up on the bed, pushing his 7" uncut cock in my face. I sucked him as he hardened in my mouth. The first guy quickened his pace and slammed deep into me as he let out a loud groan and filled my ass with his spunk. When he pulled out, the second guy pulled from my mouth and moved to the foot of the bed, slipping his hard cock into my ass. I heard the first guy dressing and leaving my room as the second guy fucked me. It didn't take long for the second guy to also fill my ass with his load. Without saying a word, he pulled out of me. Pulled his pants on, slipped on his shoes and headed for the door. I never did see who the first guy was. But I caught a glance of the second guy as he headed for my room door. He looked like he was in his late 40's, 6'2", 200. Loved taking both anonymous loads.

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

Well, I reported on this in another thread. It was in 1977 (before internet existed), when I was 17, about to turn 18. I had just moved away from home to study in a big city. I had never had sex with a guy but knew girls didn't interest me and guys made me horny. Just after I had moved I found out there was a sex shop near to where I lived. Was nervous but went there and asked to see a gay movie (first time). There was a hot guy, maybe late 20s/early 30s behind the desk. I went into the booth and started jacking to the movie. Moments later the door opened and the desk guy came in. He had closed the shop. He dropped his pants and fed me his cock. I sucked it (first time) and then he turned me around, lubed himself up and fucked me. I wasn't prepared of course but luckily there was no 'accident'. He fucked me for about ten minutes while I was still watching the movie, eventually shooting his load up my ass. I went back many times on the same day of the week when I knew he was working. Eventually, however, I discovered the park around the corner from where I lived actually turned into a cruising site at night. From then I cruised the park late at night , which, as I was a poor student, saved me the video fee. I was fucked hundreds of time in the park. At first I was picky but later on I let any horny guy have a go at my ass. The cruising in the park was incredibly hot, seeing men move around and fuck and suck between the trees and bushes. Eyeing me in my tight jeans and hot butt (still 17/18 yo) and invite me over to join them. I cruised the park most nights of the week, going commando in my jeans (easy access) and then sneaked back into the house where my room was late at night before going to class the next day.

Some people are just wired to want to be a cumdump and dream of it all the time.. There is no rule saying you actually have to be one to enjoy the site. From what i have seen, this site is 1/3 fun reading and sharing stories, 1/3 support group, and 1/3 information resource center. Its usually the start of a journey though.

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

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

I had just taken two loads by a dom daddy in the city and went on line to find the nearest crushing areas. There is park that was less than a mile away so I thought I would give it a try. I was still pretty amped and my hole could use another load before heading back over the bridge. So, I drove over to the park and the comments on the cruising website said to go to top. Well, once I park, there are many trails, leading to who knows where. And besides, there a lot of families walking dogs and and you can tell the local people who lived near the park running. So, I grabbed my lube and poppers and decided on a trail and started walking. About 10 minutes up, I saw a kid who looked like he was cruising. But, he wasn't my type, but thought, I will walk around a bit and come back if it's a slow night....a breeding is a breeding. So, as I made a corner and walked a bit, there was a leather biker looking dude with a backpack and walked passed me and then about 100 feet away, he turned around a just starred at me and then turned back around and kept walking. So, I turned around and went a different to meet him up at top. So, I find an area and drop my shorts (I'm wearing a jockstrap) and sure enough, here come s the daddy. He grabs his crotch and immediately kicks back on a tree and pulls out his cock. I get in front of him and kneel to begin sucking his cock. He got hard quick and I couldn't take it anymore...I wanted his raw cock inside my cumfilled hole. So I stood up, turned around and he growled a bit and shoved my upper down towards the ground and my hop exposed to him and he spit on my hole and shoved his dick in and began to fuck me. When I could his breathing get faster and his thrusts even harder, I knew he was about to cum and I begged to blast his seed inside me and then all of a sudden, my hole was incredible wet and he brought me closer to him so that my hole could literally milk every drop from his dick. Afer about a minute after he orgasmed, he slipped out of my hole and I looked at him and smiled and thanked him for his daddy load. He took off in one direction and I put my shorts back on and when I came out of the bushes there was 2 straight young couples sitting on logs chatting. They must have heard us. I smiled, and kept walking...as cum was dripping slowly from my hole.

After what seemed like an eternity - Paul awoke from his slumber - he looked at the clock - 13:26. Damn. Paul sat on the edge of the bed - his body stiff from the fucking he has received. His ass hole was still tender. He got up - and looked at himself in the mirror - his reflection showed him looking wrinkled and still half asleep. - He turned around and spread his ass cheeks looking at his hole. It was red, slightly swollen with cum encrusted on it. Seeing his hole in this state set his mind racing to what had happened the night before - and his felt his cock twitch and the memory re-ignited the horniness in his groin. "Let me shower," he thought - "before things get out of control" Paul stepped into the shower - the heat soothing his stiff and sore body - he cleaned his ass crack gently - the encrusted cum momentarily turning back to liquid and filing his nostrils with the scent of sex. He let the warm water trickle down his ass crack and over his hole - the warmth soothing and relaxing it. He stepped out of the shower - dried himself off and - still naked - walked over to his laptop and opened it - the screen flickered back to life and he opened his email. There was the usual junk plus a few other replies to the ad he had posted the night before. He was about to exit the email app when a new email arrived - he recognised the sender as "The Top" - the subject line was : "Hey - Thought you might like these" He opened the email to find around 15 attachments - all pictures. He opened the first one - he recognised his ass immediately - in his ass was a thick veiny cock - he assumed this was the tops cock buried halfway into his ass - the pic caused another twitch in his cock. The second pic showed the same cock now buried to the hilt in his ass - again Pauls cock stiffened and the visual recollection of the night before. Around the 6th pic -things changed -the 6th pic showed the muscled body of what Paul assumed was the Voice - the picture was taken from across the room so it couldnt possibly be the top. Paul was now totally hard and stroking his cock - the pics were making him so fucking horny to get fucked again. On the 11th pic - a pic taken from the front showing strong hands gripping his hips - Paul noticed that the top had a small biohazard tattoo on his left hip - he had seen that before and knew what it meant - the guy fucking him was poz! Paul felt a sinking feeling in his stomach -"öh god - what have I done?" - however his cock hardened in his hand ... He opened the next four pics - all of them showed his asshole leaking cum - poz cum - infected cum - the more he looked- the less his stomach sank and the harder and hornier he became! Fuck - had he taken poz loads? Why did this turn him on? Fuck! With these thoughts runing through his mind - and through, it seemed, his cock, Paul orgasmed a huge load of ---was it poz now? - cum. Paul recoeverd from his orgasm and once again looked at the pics of cum leaking out his hole.....the biohazard tattoo,,the cum...the cum....so much cum..... He hit the reply button : "Does that biohazard tattoo mean what I think it means?" And hit send....

Just like one of the dildos used on me

My first time taking it bareback was only the 4th or fifth time I had ever had sex... Met the guy at the Chute and he asked if I wanted to follow him home and parTy with him. As soon as we got thru the door he stripped while I sat on the couch while he got his stash of parTy supplies and a couple of beers. He handed me the bubbler and a torch and as I was hitting it hard he was undressing me down to my jock. Asked to see my ass again, said he couldn't wait to fuck it. He asked if he could fuck me bareback, I said safe only, still being an inexperienced newb... Anyways we went to his bedroom, he kept reloading the bong and told me I needed to catch up, he slammed just before we left the bathhouse. He put me on all fours on his bed facing his TV which was playing some T.I.M. porn and started rimming me and playing with my hole since I was pretty tight. I asked if he a condom, he said yeah and openened it up, but never put it on. He instead put on a cockring and I assumed he was rolling on the condom, but was so spun and horny I never turned to look. He gets behind me after he lubes us both up with Vaseline and starts to enter me... After he is in me he asks how I like his raw black cock. I panic, but he just holds my hips firmly, and pulls me back deeper onto it and kisses my neck and tells me how tight my hole is and how good it feels stretched around his dick. He then pulled out and asked if I wanted him to wear a condom, I say no, just pull out when you cum, and he agrees. Long story short he fucks me long, deep, and raw, and breeds me while a neighbor watches from his pation door.

Dad walked in to the room very quickly and gingerly looked me over. "Last night was your meet and greet with the family. Tonight I'm gonna show my baby boy how much I love him." He turned around and left, but within minutes Jason the servant came in. " I'm going to help you get ready for tonight. First we need to get you fed." With that, we went into the kitchen where he had some fruit and juice ready. Fuck, after last night I just needed to eat something, anything really. While I ate, Jason gave me a really nice back message. That really got the kinks from last night out. Then I noticed that hat I was only in my jock. I decided to look for my clothes, but couldn't find them anywhere. "Jason, have you seen my clothes?" "Yeh, they're in the wash. Dad doesn't really want you wearing more of a jock here anyhow." So, I just sat back down and finished eating. After that, I just went back to bed as I was still tired from the night before. I never really fell asleep, just sort of laid there and watched TV. Jason tended to my every need. I was thinking to myself, damn this is a good life. Asking Jason where Rocky and Alex and the other guys were, "They headed home this morning. Dad is pretty proud of Rocky since he has his first anal orgasm last night. But, you know, they don't live here. Come on, we need to start getting you ready." I followed Jason into the bathroom. He had already drawn a hot bath for me. "Get in, let's get you cleaned up". So I undressed and climbed in, but as I did so, I couldn't take me eyes off of Jason. I had never really been drawn to more feminine guys, but damn he was beautiful in an exotic way. He slowly, almost seductively undressed. But when he got totally undressed, he had no cock cage on his small shriveled peanut size cock over what was clearly a scar where his balls had been. "How do you get away without having a cage?" I wondered. "I don't need one. Without my balls I make no testosterone, so I don't get hard. Sometimes Dad or one of your brothers will fuck me, but not much happens with my dick. I just dribble a bit. Once a year, Dad allows me to have a shot of short acting testosterone to get hard and jerk off. He always does it on the anniversary of his unbanning me as a reminder of what I lost." He reached around and unlocked my cock. Slowly, I started to get hard, but it wasn't instant like it would have been in the past. "Looks like your body is slowly getting used to the cunting" he said, " you will eventually crave only anal orgasms and get hard only when Dad commands it. See, you're only slowly getting half hard now." Damn, he was right. But, I sort of figured that he didn't take the cage off for an educational lesson. Soon enough, the razor appeared, and within minutes the only hair on my body was on my legs and my head. Jason had shaved the rest of it off. "Now it's time for you to get clean on the inside" Jason said while grabbing a towel for himself and pulling the drain plug on the tub. Then he grabbed a cup of ice water to shrivel my half inflated cock so that he could put the cage back on, but instead of the cage I had been wearing, Jason grabbed a new, smaller one. "It's to help you forget to associate sexual pleasure from your cock. This one is so small that you can't even rub in it. If it makes you feel better though, Rocky is getting the same thing today too." With that he put the cage on, stuffing my cock in. Sure enough, it was uncomfortable as fuck. Then, Jason turned around and left me to do the internal cleaning. When I was done, I put on the clean jock he had left me. With the old cage, the jock clearly showed my caged dick under it, with this new cage it looked like I was as fixed as Jason...except that I had a full course of testosterone flowing through my body (although not as much as most of my juiced up bros) and that meant that I had some serious needs. Then I went back and hung out with Jason for a bit, mostly making small talk and waiting for Dad. Soon enough, the phone rang. It was Dad sending for me. Jason told me to head for his bedroom, which I did. When I got to Dad's room, he was laying back, blowing a few clouds, watching some hot porn, and jacking his enormous cock. My eyes immediately fixed on his cock. "Calm down Cheyenne, you're going to get it soon enough. Tonight is not about primal pig sex. Tonight is showing a Dad's love for his boy. We are going to go slow and easy. After what you have already done, it will seem pretty basic." I climbed in bed next to Dad. I could feel his strong arms pull me in next to his immense hairy chest. It was a total contrast to my hairless body. He just chewed on my ear, grabbing my nips, which felt almost like an electric arc every time he did. He passed the pipe to me, "Have some, but take it easy. Remember you have to go home tomorrow." Pretty soon, Dad was munching on my hairless cunt like it was a five course meal. By the time Dad slid his cock into me later that night, my cunt was so loose and sloppy from his munching that it just felt right and amazing at the same time. We must have fucked for five or six hours, but I had barely hit the pipe, and certainly no slams. During the whole time Dad had not even touched the front of my jock. He totally ignored my locked up boy cock, but damn, his huge cock inside of me more than made up for it. After he had came for the third time that evening, he pulled out and rolled over, digging aimlessly in a side table drawer. He rolled back over, handing me a toothbrush. "Shove that into your cunt and scrub until it bleeds. Do it for Daddy. Show Dad how eager you are to have his DNA in you." I did as he asked, and it didn't take long before I was showing more than a little pink. Dad eagerly watched me the whole time, slowly getting rock hard again. After I handed him back the toothbrush, Dad said, "That's how most of your brothers were pozzed. With that very brush." Then he slammed his hard cock back into me balls deep. This time he didn't hold back, but fucked me mercilessly. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, and pretty soon, I felt that "gotta pee" feeling again, which was soon flowed by another anal orgasm. I soaked the front of my jock through. Dad just looked and grinned, " Seems like my boy likes Dad's cock." He slammed into me hard and was flooding my guts with his toxic seed for a fourth time. After that, we curled up and fell asleep. The next day I had to be up and ready to head home. Going to Atlanta became an every other weekend trip for the rest of my senior year, but as April gave into May, I was still testing negative. "No son of mine is gonna reject my DNA" Dad said. By mid-May, I was getting concerned that I might be part of that 1% who don't seroconvert, no matter what. On my mid-May visit, I asked Alex if there was anything else I could do. My Dad and my brothers had been fucking me every other weekend, with dozens of toxic loads every time, and still nothing after months. If I wasn't poz by summer, there was a good chance that I might not be admitted to the family. "There is something that you can do, but it's pretty drastic. I'll talk to Dad, and if he approves, we will do it tonight." Alex said. That night I was expecting an evening of profligate pig sex, but when I got cleaned up and into the basement, no one other than Rocky was there. " Come with me, we are heading upstairs." And I followed, more out of curiosity than anything. We went into Dad's bedroom. There was Dad, Alex, Rocky, Jason, and myself in the room. Everyone but me looked serious. "Have you had any drugs, Cheyenne?" Dad asked. I responded that I had not, which was the truth, as I wasn't going to lie to Dad and possibly end up like Jason. "We have dumped gallons of toxic cum in your cunt, son. Nothing seems to take. You have to make a decision as to whether you really want to be part of this family. Tonight you will either become poz or leave here forever. Do you understand?" Dad asked of me. I nodded, but wasn't really sure of what he meant. "Jason, go sit down next to Cheyenne. Cheyenne, I'm not sure if you know this, but all of us are on meds of some type to control out HIV. Not enough to have us shooting blanks, also known as undetectable, but none of us have a super high viral load. The exception here is Jason. As part of his unmanning, he also went off of meds. He has the most toxic viral load around. But, I'm not going to give him testosterone and have him get pleasure from his dick by fucking you. Besides, it would be an insult to you to have a eunuch fuck you. What we are going to do is use this syringe to remove 2 cc of his toxic blood from a vein and hand you the syringe. If you want to be part of this family, you will, on your own volition, take the blood and slam it into your own vein." I just nodded. Shit just got serious for sure. But, he carried Dad's DNA just like my brothers. I looked over as the syringe slowly filled with the crimson blood. Dad handed my the syringe while Rocky tied a tourniquet above my left elbow so that my veins shot out. I just stared at it for a second, and then shakily, I took the needle and slammed the blood. Dad and both brothers grinned ear to ear. Jason just sat there. I didn't feel any different. I got up and walked around. "Head for the basement boys, we gotta milk that neg seed out of Cheyenne for the last time." When we all got down there, Dad removed my jock and cage from my dick, but left Rocky and Alex's on. He gave me a shot in my dick and I was instantly hard as fuck. Then Dad slammed me and told me to start fucking my brothers, with just one caveat. I was to pull out and dump my seed on the floor, which is where he though neg seed belonged. I dumped seven loads on the floor that night before my dick went down and Dad locked my cock back up. "Hope you enjoyed that boy. The next time your cock sees any action will be when you bring a neg boy home that is acceptable to become your brother and y'all move into your own apartment, where you can fuck all you want, so long as he takes my DNA." The next weekend I felt awful, had a fever of 100 constantly, and generally felt like shit. It didn't really matter, since Dad and most of my brothers were in Chicago for IML. I did call Alex and told him what was going on. "Congrats lil bro, sounds like you're going to earn your tattoo pretty soon." I just stayed in bed and was miserable, although I did drag my ass to school since it was the last week of my senior year. After about a week, I felt better, and on my next trip to Atlanta, which as the first of June, Dad took me to get and HIV test. The outcome was a foregone conclusion. I had slammed 2 cc of of poz blood with a viral load of over 2 million. Probably a bit of overkill. The test was positive. More to come...Cheyenne gets his tattoo, begins his college career, moves to Atlanta, and lures an unsuspecting jock to become his little brother....

Luv being fucked in the public rooms at the local bath house - a loud, rough deep fucking attracts the boys and guarantees even more deep, piston fucking by hot turned on guys!! Oink, oink!!

I am obsessed with ass. I fantasize about it non-stop. Every attractive man I see, I instantly imagine pulling his pants down and DEVOURING his ass right then and there. The sight, smell, taste, and the feel of ass... I love every bit of it.

I agree. As a top, a tight hole is not very appealing. I prefer a hole that shows the signs of wear and tear.

I like this thread -- I'm very into how a true btm's hole changes with use, especially the ones that are totally smoothed out inwards, like a funnel. The feeling of sliding into that... very nice.