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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.

This story is a combination of true events, furnished with extra details and embellished to make it hotter for all of you. So, enjoy, and be sure and let me know what you think; I would be happy to add more adventures! It was a Friday night. Payday, so you know where I was heading After work I made my way down to see my dealer, a big burly black man by the name of Clarence. I loved going to see Clarence, because Clarence had a thing for submissive little sissies like me! I made sure I had all my sissy gear I would need for the long weekend ahead as I knew visits to my dealer's house frequently lasted much longer than a few hours. But I was ready and willing. It had been a few weeks since I'd been able to score any Tina, due to my having spent too much of my previous paycheck on a sexy new outfit and a wonderful new silicon dildo. But now I was all Dressed up in my heels, corset, matching pink bra with my fake titties in, some sexy Pink panties and Pink yoga pants that showed off the nice round bubble butt Clarence loved so much. I had done my makeup to perfection, shaved smooth all over, cleaned out and ready to get wrecked. I pulled into Clarence's Driveway and took a deep breath. Here we go... My knock at his door was greeted by a deep voice from behind it. "Who is it?: the voice Demanded. "Just a little cockslut looking for her friend Tina." I replied in my best girly voice. The door opened, and a wave of thick smoke rolled out; I could smell good weed and Crystal. My clitty started to leak into my panties. "Come on in you little slut, we were just about to get this party started!" Clarence laughed as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I could see several good looking black men who I had never met before lounging on the couch. They took turns taking rips off of Clarence's Tina bong that I loved so much. several blunts were also making their way around the room. A handsome mulatto handed me a blunt and said "Careful, I sprinkled some crystals in these motherfuckers, so take it easy fi you don't want to get too fucked up. By the way, I'm Tyrone." He smiled as I took the Tina-laced blunt from him and his eyes got wide when he saw me take three deep hits and let loose a flurry of little smoke rings. "I'm here to get fucked up and take any and all cocks all night baby, so don't worry about me. There's no such thing as too fucked up." Tyrone laughed and gave me a grin that went ear to ear. "Oooh baby, we gonna have a good time with you tonight!" Clarence had come up behind me while I was talking to Tyrone, and with one swift movement, he picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me onto the bed in the corner. "let me introduce you to my boys. You seem to have met Tyrone already. These other young bucks here are Jamal, Billy, and Jake the Snake. Now I know your bitch ass is clean as a whistle, but tonight if you want these cocks, youre gonna have to join our little club." Clarence smiled at me as I lay spread on the bed, ogling the fine specimens of man meat in front of me, and I could tell by the growing bulges in their pants that they liked what they saw too. "all of my boys here are Poz, you know what that means, don't you slut?" my eyes widened and I nodded. I had told Clarence about my secret fantasy of finally letting him convert me, I just hadn't expected him to work out a party like this though. "I want you to acknowledge that once you get one of our cocks in your hole, there's no going back. By the end of this adventure, you will be our little Poz Slutboi slave. You will be bred by all of us tonight, and you will take the load of anyone I say, whenever I say. Do you accept slut?" "Yes Daddy, I want to be your fuckhole, a slave to Black Cock and Poz cum." Was my reply. Clarence smiled his evil smile and nodded to Jamal. Jamal stood up, he was shorter and stockier than Tyrone and Clarence, but I could tell from the shape in this pants that he was packing some serious Black Cock. "Does this bitch take piss?" he asked Clarence. "She does what I say man, and I say she does." "You heard the man you little whore, get on your knees." Trembling with excitement (Clarence knew I loved to take Tina piss) I dropped to my knees at Jamal's feet and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Jamal unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick uncut cock. I guessed it was about 9" long and thick as a coke can. once his cock was free, I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth, savoring the taste of his foreskin. My tongue sliding between the sheath and head of his beautiful Black Cock as I took the tip completely into my mouth. Jamal moaned as I felt the first of his precious Tina piss start to flow into my mouth. Not wanting to waste a single drop I began to suck and swallow his golden drug laced piss as fast as I could. He had a lot to give, so it took all my skill not to let it overflow and waste any. By the time Jamal's bladder was empty my head was spinning from the massive rush I was experiencing. The guys must have been parTying for a few days prior to my arrival, because his T piss was STRONG! By this point my panties are soaked with my sissy juice and I'm begging for more. "Let's give this bitch what she wants boys!" Clarence boomed, giving the signal for Tyrone, Billy and Jake to join in the fun. Tyrone's cock was a beautiful veiny 10" fuckstick, not as thick as Jamal's, but with a fat mushroom head with yummy looking foreskin. Billy was sporting a semi-hard 9" uncut tool that dripped thick ropes of precum constantly. Clarence of course had a gorgeous 11" cock with a fat head and pronounced veins. I had taken his beautiful Black fuckstick to the hilt on many occasions, so I knew These other guys would be no problem. "I bet you're wondering how ol' Jake here got his name, huh," Clarence asked "Hes something of a freak of nature, maybe its best if you just see for yourself." Clarence gave Jake a nod, and the statuesque black god dropped his pants. My jaw must have hit the floor, because I was looking at the biggest, thickest, blackest monster cock I had ever seen. Not even my biggest toys would have prepared me for this Anaconda. Jake's massive Black tool hung 10" flaccid with thick foreskin that barely covered the bulbous cockhead I could see peeking out. His heavy low-hanging balls caught my attention, the size of small oranges and undoubtedly filled with delicious black sperm. Jake began to slowly work his shaft to its full glory, as the others gathered around me and started to rub their cocks on my face. My mouth instinctively opened as I bathed in the scent of their cocks. Tyrone took his place in front of me and shoved his now rock-hard cock in my waiting mouth. As I began to work his cockhead with my tongue, My hands found the cocks of Jamal and Billy, while Clarence ripped a hole in my yoga pants so that they could get at my fuckhole. Jake, who's Anaconda had reached full size stood off to the side, a full 14" of meat stood straight out from his muscled body, The girth of that monster I could only guess had to be at least 3 inches wide, with a head that probably exceeded that. I was glad that Clarence would keep me full of Tina and poppers for the next few days, So I relaxed and accepted my fate. I felt at home on my knees serving the cocks of my big Black Masters. Clarence told Jake to mix me up a strong booTy bump, and my clitty leaked when I felt his fingers on my hole. He spit on my boipussy and began to loosen me up with his fingers. Through my nightly solo fuck sessions with my toys at home, my hole reacted with practiced ease, opening to his advances, almost sucking at his fingers, begging for more. Jake approached with the syringe. It looked like Clarence had him mix the Tina with My favorite Cum-Lube, and he had a big load for me it looked like! Jake handed Clarence the drugs and then joined the circle of cocks around me, taking Billy's place as Billy replaced Tyrone in my mouth. Clarence pushed the syringe into my hungry pussy hole and deposited the thick gooey drug-laced lube deep inside me. "You better not lose a drop bitch," he warned "If any leaks out, I'm taking it out on your ass!" Clarence withdrew the cumtube and I clenched my hole to prevent any precious Tina from escaping. "Good girl," he said "keep in in till I say otherwise slut. that's an order." I could already feel the stimulant absorbing into my bloodstream, making me hornier than I ever thought possible. I began to moan around Billy's thick cock as I took him in my throat. It felt so good to have his balls slapping my chin as he face fucked me. the precum that perpetually flowed from his shaft tasted so good, and I tried to swallow as much as i could, but there was so much, and he was fucking my mouth violently, so some dripped from my chin and onto my fake tits, splattering onto my pink bra and making my tits all slippery. I took advantage of the extra fuck lube to work the cocks in my hands, switching from Tyrone to Jamal, and trying to fit my other hand around Jake's Impossibly huge Cock. "let me have a shot at her pussy" Tyrone said "Its about time I showed this little cocktease what this thing can do to a hungry hole like that." "Have at 'er bud" Clarence replied with a smile, " I want to see her try to fit Jake's famous hole-wrecker in her mouth." He laughed as Jake took a position in front of me while Tyrone moved around behind, and pressed his fat cockhead against my hole. My ass was twitching with anticipation, as I stretched my mouth wide to try and accept Jake's massive tool. I was barely able to fit the monstrous head of his cock into my mouth, but Clarence came around with a fresh bottle of poppers and made me take four deep hits to loosen me up. I was then able to work the first few inches in and out of my mouth, my throat beginning to stretch painfully. But I didn't care, I was just a set of holes to be fucked and filled with seed. Both my hand were now needed to work the rest of Jake's massive length, So Billy and Jamal stood back and began to load more crystal into Clarence's big bong. A single drop of the previously inserted booTy bump dribbled down my smooth sissy balls. Tyrone scooped up the leak with his cock and began to rub his head against my hole. "Looks like we got a leak here Clarence, Want me to teach this slut a lesson?" Clarence looked me in the eyes and spoke two words to Tyrone witch made me certain I was in for one wild ride. "Wreck her." Tyrone needed no further instructions, and thrust his thick veined fuckstick into my pre-lubed and hungry boipussy, sliding in balls deep with one stroke. I let out a muffled moan of ecstasy around Jake's monster cock, as Tyrone slowly began to withdraw his cock, till I felt his thick head pop out and my hole gaped. Tyrone's cockhead was a good deal thicker than his shaft, so it made the most delicious feeling as it popped in and out of my dripping sluthole, scooping up cumlube that bubbled up from my hungry ass. As he began to get into his fuck-groove, his cockhead rubbed my P spot in such a way that my little clitty began to spurt little ropes of pre with each stroke, beginning to pool in my tattered yoga pants, making a big wet spot and dripping down my legs. I felt so feminine, being used by five beautiful Big Black Cocks! Clarence could see that I was having trouble handling Jake's tool, so he mercifully told him to swap places with Jamal so he could hit the bong. As he pulled his massive black snake from my throat I gasped and quickly began moaning with pleasure from the hard Fucking I was receiving on the other end. As Jamal began his assault on my helpless throat, I felt Tyrone's pace begin to increase. "Are you ready for your first load of the night bitch?" Tyrone grunted, his strokes getting harder and shorter, betraying how close he was to shooting his hot seed in me. Jamal removed his fuckstick from my mouth just long enough for me to say "Please breed me Daddy! Give me that Black Seed!" That was all Tyrone needed, as he thrust once more balls deep into my hole, Hist fat cockhead pushing past my second ring of muscle to reach a full 10" inside of me. I could feel his cock thicken and twitch as he began to pump his hot Toxic load into my hole. "Take my Toxic sperm you whore!" he shouted as his balls emptied out into me. I could almost feel the Poz sperm working it's way into my guts, converting me, making me a worthless cum dump for these Black Gods of Cock. "Who wants next?" Tyrone panted, his cock, still hard stayed lodged deep in my hole, keeping his load secure. Billy stepped forward, dripping fuckstick throbbing in his hand. "Yo, let me at that hole bro, I wanna know if her ass is as good as her mouth." "Aight, but first things first, I gotta piss now, and since I'm already balls deep in this ho, why not empty out right here!" I felt a burning deep inside me as Tyrone let loose a torrent of Chem Piss into my pussy. I began to feel full and his Toxic T piss tingled In my ass as my head began to spin. I was barely able to concentrate on Jamal's cock in my mouth. Now drained of Poz seed and piss, Tyrone pulled his cock from my sloppy hole, the huge uncut head popping from my hole with a wet sound. Clarence had come up with a cup to catch any cum and piss that were sure to flow from my well-fucked ass, when Tyrone's cock popped free, I squirted a good deal of his piss and cum into the cup. "Let's save that for later" Clarence said, and poured the mixture into a large jar he had on the table. My boipussy ached to be filled again, and I moaned and begged for someone to fuck me. Billy took up his place, and lined up his dripping shaft with the gaping cunt I had developed. "I hope you're ready bitch, Cuz I'm not stoppin' 'till I breed that whore cunt of yours!" I felt Billy's thick shaft penetrate my pussy, and my mind went blank, I was just a pussy to be fucked, and I loved it! The piss and cum Tyrone had left in me squished around Billy's shaft as he pounded me, his own Toxic precum mixing with the other fluids that had been pumped into me, every stroke of his cock made delicious wet slurping noises, and I began to feel that one cock wasn't enough now. "please double fuck me Daddy, I need to feel two of your big Black Cocks inside me at once!" I begged Clarence, "Stretch my pussy to the limit!" Together, the boys moved me to the bed and I straddled Billy, taking his shaft in one smooth stroke, and Clarence positioned himself above me and lined his cock up with my hole. I moaned while Jamal fed me more poppers and shotgunned Tina smoke into my mouth. Clarence began to push his fat uncut tool in alongside Billy's Cock. It was good that Billy pumped out so much precum, As my hole was sloppy with it, and Clarence easily got his mushroom cap in alongside the dripping shaft in my hole. As I felt him begin to piston his 11" monster into me Billy also started to pump in and out. Soon the sound of hard sloppy fucking and lewd moans filled the room. Two cocks in my ass, and I still wanted more. Seeing that I was ready for them, Jamal and Jake took up positions on each side and I took turns taking their cocks in my mouth and stroking their huge black shafts. The tightness of my boipussy was causing Clarence and Billy to sweat, Their fucking increasing to a frenzied pace. I saw the warning signs and felt their cocks twitch and spasm together, both releasing torrents of Toxic Poz Jizz into my fertile cunt. When I felt the explosion of their combined orgasms in my guts, my clitty began to flow. Girlcum squirting from my clitty with each stoke or their cocks as they worked their loads into the walls of my boipussy. Spent for the moment, Clarence and Billy withdrew their cocks and Tyrone was there to catch the Seed that tried to leak out of my now stretched and ruined asscunt. This was added to the jizz jar on the table. Feeling empty again, I knew I had to have Jamal next, I'd been eyeing his fat shaft all night. "Come on big boy, I need your cum in me now" I moaned seductively to Jamal, giving his cockhead a long lick and a kiss as I looked up into his eyes. "Oh, I'm gonna wreck that pussy bitch, You're gonna need a good stretching to get you ready for my boy Jake! Hes been itching to see how much of his Bitch Destroyer you can get up into you." Jamal Gave me a slap on the ass and moved around to get his cock in place. Clarence and Billy were laying back on the couch passing another Tina blunt, and Tyrone was mixing me up another big booTy bump. "You're gonna need it for ol' Jake the Snake here, And just so you know, hes been off his meds for a while now, so my homie is Toxic as fuck by now!" The thought of Jake's monster shaft Wrecking me all night in a drug-fueled fuck haze really got me going, and I backed myself onto Jamal's Big Black Cock. The double fucking had loosened me up enough to take Jamal's Coke can thickness without too much trouble, and I was bouncing up and down on his shaft in no time. I could feel every vein and contour of his cock as I took his full length with each stroke, His hips bucking in time with my pace so that his cum-filled balls slapped my ass with a hypnotic rhythm. Clarence blew smoke in my mouth before Jake stuffed it with his impossibly large cock, and Billy held a bottle of poppers to each nostril so I was forced to take hits till he removed them. After six or seven hits my vision began to get foggy and I had no control of my body. I was a ragdoll in the hands of these Black Beasts, just a toy to be used and filled with Poz Seed. "I'm ready for round two" Tyrone declared, his 10" fuckstick now returned to its full throbbing glory "I wonder if the bitch can take three at a time" Clarence said, more to himself than anyone in particular, but Billy seemed to relish the thought. "My dick's ready to go again, why not see what the can take. Gotta get her ready for Jake too, So It's probably a good idea." I was pretty much unconscious from the pleasure overload I was receiving at this point, so I couldn't have objected, even if I wanted to. Jamal scooted down to the edge of the bed, with me still impaled on his shaft. Tyrone got up on the bed and slid in easily. Now, Billy stood in position and began to push his cock into my already overstuffed pussy. With an audible pop that send shivers down my spine Billy's fuckstick slid in next to those of Tyrone and Jamal. I let out my loudest moan yet and felt my clitty start to flow again. I figured I must have been dry by now, but I guess I was wrong As the three Monster cocks began to pump in and out of my stretched and ruined hole I could feel my P spot Working overtime, sissy juice spurted from my clitty all over Jamal's Stomach and I squealed with pure pleasure. Clarence had moved around to dangle his semi-hard Blacksnake in front of my face, teasing me. "I figured you could use some refreshment slut" he said as he began to piss into my waiting mouth. Not wanting to spill any, I latched onto his cockhead and started sucking and swallowing his Toxic Chem Piss. I managed to swallow every last drop, and now I was truly feeling the rush now. All done pissing, Clarence wiped his cock off all over my face and gave me a few good slaps with it for good measure, then returned with the poppers. The feeling of three Big Black Cocks pounding my boipussy was only enhanced my my Tina rush and the poppers that Clarence fed me, my hole getting sloppier and sloppier by the minute. "Aw shit, I'm gonna but in this bitch's Hole soon!" Gasped Jamal "You ready for this Pox nut bitch?" "Mmmmmfffffff!" was all I could manage with Jake's huge cockhead stuffing my mouth, but Jamal (correctly) Interpreted it to mean "Yes Daddy, Fill me with your Toxic Sperm!" "Here it comes slut!" Jamal grunted with each stroke, and with one final push, lodged his cock balls deep and unloaded his poison all over the cocks of Tyrone and Billy as they continued to piston into my ass. The added lubrication of Jamal's load caused the others to quicken their pace, and soon they both added their second load each into my now abused and broken cunt. Clarence was quick to catch the tidal wave of sperm that burst forth when the boys pulled out, and now, the jar was getting full. I lay exhausted on the bed, my destroyed boipussy twitching, feeling so empty and still hungry for more. "Well boys,it looks like its time for big Jake to have his way with this little skank" Clarence said to the gang, "think she's ready?" Jake stood up, all 14" of glorious uncut cock throbbing and dripping, the syringe with my next booTy bump in his hands. "Ready or not, here I come..." To be continued!!! 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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.

Hey guys. Long time lurker; first time poster. I never really thought I'd have a story to post here.. I woke up horny this morning. It was just one of those days, you know? I was constantly checking my hookup apps on my phone while doing typical Saturday stuff. I wasn't really planning on getting any action, but it was still fun flirting with the cute guys in the area. I'm a slender white kid who just turned 20, with well-kept light brown hair, and deep blue eyes. Not to mention a respectable 7.5" endowment. I didn't have any shortage of guys who would play the flirting game with me. Eventually, though, I had a 27 year old dude send me a quick series of messages that managed to amuse me, intrigue me, and turn me on. "Hi!" "Omigosh, you're so hot.." "Can I suck you, please?" "Seriously, I'll pay you.." Flattered, and feeling a bit bad for the smaller, feminine guy of slight frame that I saw in his pictures, I responded that I was interested. I figured that he just hadn't gotten any in awhile, and just needed a bit of dick to take the edge off his hunger. Besides, he wasn't too bad looking, and I like femmes pretty well. Not seriously entertaining the thought of taking his money, I accepted his initial offer ($50) without argument. We kept on talking, and made our arrangements. He asked me to meet him at his apartment in the next town over an hour later, to which I agreed. I got showered, combed my hair out, put on a tight fitting shirt, shorts, and Steve Madden's over my ankle socks, and got in my car to drive over. While on the road, I made a note to remember to bring a condom inside when I got there. I had plans to "save myself" for when I wanted to mount that special boy, but better safe than sorry, right? I got there in about 15 minutes or so, and parked my car. While walking to his apartment's entrance, I called up as he had asked, and he said he would be right down. I waited patiently, shooting the shit with a Domino's delivery guy who was also waiting to be let in. Within a few minutes, the dude came down, and it was one of those "aw fuck, he posted his flattering pictures" moments. The thing about times like those is you have to make a judgement call real quick. Do you want to go through the awkward moment of calling it off, and making some kind of excuse? Are you horny enough that it's not too big a deal? Are you disappointed, but don't want to have come all that way for nothing? I went with the latter option, and greeted the guy while trying to mask a bit of disappointment. We headed back to the elevators, and up to his room, introducing ourselves in person for the first time. He had both of his roommates out for the evening, so we had the place to ourselves. He offered me water, asked if the temperature was fine, and asked if I wanted to watch anything on the TV in his room (including porn). He seemed a bit nervous, but was obviously trying to be a good host, which I appreciated. We watched one of the world cup games in his room for a bit, with him at his desk and me lounging on his bed. We talked about the area, weather, general small stuff. Then we turned to talk of cocks, guys, etc. We discussed sexual positions as well. He said that he was pretty much a bottom, but didn't expect he could take a cock like mine. Nodding, I said I was inexperienced, but knew I'd end up topping. He nodded, too. He admitted to being very horny, and I hadn't gotten off all day, so we were both ready to begin. I kicked off my shoes, while he slipped off his flip flops. I undid my shorts, and slid off my socks while he dropped his shorts. I quickly rolled over then, to put my keys, phone, and condom on his side table. With me lying on the bed, he grabbed the bottom hems of my shorts and pulled them off my shaved-smooth legs. He began to heft and feel my sizable package through my boxer briefs then, while I slid my t-shirt off over my head. He quickly rolled over to my side for a moment then, and shimmied out of his boxers, then taking his tank top off, throwing them both off the side of the bed. He then went to straddle my legs, and peeled my tight underwear back, allowing my seven inches to spring free, then flop against my stomach. Fixated on my sizable length, he quickly pulled my underwear down to my ankles and off my feet. With both of us naked on his bed, then, I began to appreciate the size difference between us. I weighed a good 150lbs, while this guy might be 100 sopping wet. I stood at 5'11", and he must be around 10 inches below that. Finally, while my turgid member had several inches in length, I'd be surprised if his was more than 5". At the base of his bed, he slightly spread my legs then, so that he could crawl between them and begin to lap on my cock a bit. It had been a good while since I'd gotten a BJ, and I lightly gasped at the sweet sensations. As he began to engulf more of my cock in his mouth, I began to get more into it. I lightly caressed and rubbed his sides and shoulders, physically encouraging his efforts. He moved further down my dick then, and moved his body further between my smooth thighs to give himself leverage. Enjoying the sensual body-to-body contact, I brought my legs in around his, enjoying feeling my calves on his, my feet on his. With the setting sun shining through the window onto his bed and our intertwined naked bodies, I had the brief thought of "thank goodness I'm gay." He came up for air after a solid effort with my member, and we engaged in lighter foreplay. He tweaked my nipples, and rubbed my pecs, while I ran my hands up and down his back. We both brought our faces closer then, and shared a very wet kiss. I noticed when we pulled away, that he had moved his hands to my thighs, and was pushing them apart quite firmly. I could now feel the tip of his cock prodding at my crack as well. Before I could continue to process this he brought his mouth back down over my cock, resuming his efforts. He bobbed up and down more fervently now, running his tongue quickly up and down my shaft. I let out light moans of appreciation for his surprising expertise, spreading my thighs ever further to grant him better access. He interpreted this differently, however, and while continuing to suck me, brought one hand down below my balls to tease the smooth entrance to my now-exposed hole. Somewhat uneasy now, but still enjoying the oral attentions, I allowed him to continue. I quickly began to enjoy it, to be honest, and gently bucked my hips against his hand. He shifted his body then, and began giving me a handjob, while he sat upright between my wide open legs. He stopped teasing my hole with his hand then, and instead used it to gently rub his cock head up and down my crack. He continued that way for awhile, and he smirked at me as I continued to gently buck my hips, now against the probing head of his cock. The developments of my situation were certainly not lost on me. I hadn't expected this smaller, stereotypically sissy fellow to make a play like this. He had desperately wanted to suck my dick, even offering money to do so, and even said he was a bottom. Pretty much. What confused me more was that I was enjoying his attentions. Wasn't I supposed to be a top? Something he said interrupted my train of thought. "Huh?" I asked, not hearing what he said. "I asked if you wanted me to fuck you." He stated confidently, still smirking, still pumping my cock and probing my hole, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Please." I simply stated, and I knew I said it with a note of pleading in my voice and a blush on my cheeks. Without another word, he climbed from between my legs to his night stand, looking for his lube in the drawer there. Thoughts drifted through my head of "this is your virginity," and "really? him?" But I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't turning back. I also noticed he hadn't retrieved a condom from his drawer, and while glancing over at mine resting on top of the table, I somehow didn't think to ask him to wear mine. He returned between my legs then, purposefully spreading my thighs once more. I timidly watched as he squirted some lube into his hand, which he rubbed up and down my crack, and around my hole. While I gasped at the cool feeling of the foreign fluid, he squirted a bit more into his hand, which he rubbed up and down his modest length. He then used his hand to guide his cock to my tight, virgin pucker, and looked me in the eyes, that mischievous look still present. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded. He shoved. After a few seconds of firm pressure, his head gained entry, soon followed by the firm few inches of his shaft, until he had wholly penetrated me. My face flushed at the new sensations, and I gasped lightly as I felt his member begin to gently pulse within me. I could feel him so well. The tip of his cock on my inner walls, his balls resting against my crack, his stomach and mine sandwiching my now-neglected cock between them, my arms gently dangling from around his neck, and our legs still intertwined. "You okay?" He asked, looking down into my eyes. "Uh-huh." I affirmed, looking meekly up into his. He began to smirk again then, and resumed bucking his hips once more, now his length pumping in and out of me. He was good, and he lasted a good while. Time and again he managed to make me gently coo with pleasure as his cock reached my sweet spot. I gently bucked my hips in time with his movements, coming to enjoy my more abstract role. I rubbed his shoulders encouragingly, and wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing them in in-time with his thrusts. As he pumped away, I began to ponder my budding role as a bottom. I thought of the defeated Kings of old, sodomized in front of their former subjects, so as to make women of them. I thought of the Greek and Roman youths pursued by the aristocracy, and young British sailors, subjected to the attentions of the senior Seamen. As he continued to buck and thrust, and I let light moans of approval escape my lips, I decided that I was quite happy to be among history's ranks of penetrated men. Soon enough, his breaths became more heavy, and he began to pump in and out of my ass quicker and quicker. Suddenly, he seized up, and gave out a low moan. I could feel his cum slowly dripping out between his softening cock and the edge of my hole. He rolled off to the side of me then, and gave me a calm, confident look. "I came inside you." He stated with purpose. "I know." I nodded once more. We lazed around naked on his bed for awhile longer, engaging in a bit of pillow talk. His lust sated, he talked about his job, asked about my job, what I was going to school for, other such things. I was happy to contribute to the conversation, but gave a light frown while glancing down at my fading erection, which had never been allowed to climax. He invited me out to dinner, but having already eaten I politely declined. As we both stood up to get dressed, he opened his wallet, and with a grin tossed $55 to my side of the bed. I sheepishly returned his grin, and his money. Surprised, he accepted it back, but asked why I didn't take it. I shrugged, and explained I was just into the fantasy of it. He seemed to nod with understanding as he saw me out the door, wishing me a "Happy Pride" as he saw me off. I walked back to my car, then. A noticeable twinge felt between my legs as I walked.

Love a good cock ring makes my bulge bigger my cock harder and gives the top something to yank and pull me back with thinking about getting a new one next month anyone got any suggestions? btw NLbear beautiful fucking cock on you sign me up for that cock and ass

I think sometimes we convince ourselves of stuff that may not necessarily be true. Enter urban legend lol. Honestly when I read some of the stories about a bottom on T, they're pretty hot to me. I.e., a top uses T to turn a bottom into an insatiable cum dump. But to me what's really hot about those stories is the top wanting to make the bottom into an insatiable cum dump. The reality seems really different than the stories. I confess to having no experience, I've never been stoned, or even drunk, in my entire life. I have a dom FB who wants to "get me a little drunk because it will make me a little drunk," but again it's the idea of him wanting to control me that's such a turn on. The truth is that a top who understands how to play a bottom is really effective... i have top fb's in my life who can get me so horned up I can hardly stand it wanting them. But they do that from pushing buttons that are already there.

For those awaiting Austin Part 2 which I promised for last week, I must apologize but it will be delayed. Within the last week, my previous story Graduation Night was moved off this forum into the Bi-Sexual/Straight Forum. It had been on this Forum since originally posted in March 2015. Apparently it was moved because of a complaint of the very brief mention of man/woman sex near the end of Part 1. As a result I am having to rewrite Austin Part 2, because there was a brief mention of man/woman sex in it as well. Both stories are focused with over 95 percent of the content dealing with gay man on man sex. I hope whoever moved Graduation Night will re-read the story in it's entirety and reconsider their decision. The brief mention of straight sex is only intended to enhance the intense and erotic nature of the man on man sex happening at the same time. Meanwhile, I will attempt to rewrite Austin Part 2.

definitely when a guy cums in me. especially guys who let you know in some way that they are breeding you. some guys are almost stoic about cuming and you don't know they've cum till they leave and it's dripping out of your hole. i love the mind part of a guy who wants you to know he has just loaded you with his seed.

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.

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.

All we can do is encourage you Tiger, the rest has to come from you, don't ever be disappointed that you had some cigarettes , your not back smoking full time however once you get your mind focused on stopping it will be much easier, stress is a real distraction

I personally like pig sweat and jj black or ultra. I tried Amsterdam but it didn't do me much. I like harder, longer hits myself. It could also be area, asim in the us, and well ive heard our stuff isnt as good. I dunno. Its hard to find good reviews. Most places have people saying its good or complimenting the servicee, but no real 'it does this and this, blah blah'. Plus poppers effect us all differently. I never get headaches, but know plenty who do. Also some i think last long don't for others. Yeah biology fun fun. But thats my opinion.

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

A well shaped male butt is proof that man was made in the image and likeness of god! I luv to eat and tongue a hot man's ass for a really. Long time before fucking him...and after. Then kissing and caressing his cheeks will make me hard again for more. Smooth or hairy it's all good if it has a nice shape.

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.

You may be right, but hey I found this story here. Very hot. I want to here more adventures of the guys as well as the girl. Keep up the hard work.

I quit 32 days ago. I found an app called My Last Cigarette that helps keep me on track. Since I quit smoking I have NOT smoked 638 cigarettes, there has been 306,000 deaths due to cigarettes and I've increased my life span 2 day and 18 minutes and a lot more than info than that also.

I.ve been out of the "cruising" & hook up routine for a couple months, but wanted to share a HOT scene with my now BF (once FB)... He was away for Labor Day weekend, so neither of us had any action for about a week (yes, we are being exclusive for now)... So I was at his place last night... sucked faces, spit etc for a good 30 mins... then I sucked him for a while as he played with my hole.. then as usual with only spit and my natural juices he penetrated me with in my opinion, the best 8" uncut cock ever, and we made love for 20+minutes until he deposited load #1... we were cuddling, making out and talking, while he played with my hole leaking his seed and helped me cum... 5 mins later he's lifting up my legs and forcing is once again HARD COCK into me... honestly, it hurt a little at first (& he knew it), but he told me later, he HAD to fuck me again and unload a second time into me. WOW is all I can say. We have an amazing connection & chemistry that is as good if not better than our first hook ups 2 months ago... LOVE THIS MAN

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

We live to be bothered... by any question... even hotter when it is about your dick, or a hole in your dick.

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

I tend to like my porn to go from wide and everything in the beginning through oral, pull in tighter during fucking, pull back out some before ejaculation, then mix the shots up to get a full picture of the top(s) and bottom(s) faces and the action. That's a good long scene. For the quick and dirty times, give me damn good audio and I'll toss it to a blank screen.

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....

My first (of many) trophies was taken on one of the first nights I spent 5 hours fucking my way around a new bath house in Minneapolis in the early 80's. I went into the room of this incredible plump blond bottom boy who had a magical ass that I was able to ride for over an hour before shooting my first load (I was in my early 30's at the time). We took a break, smoked some pot, drank some beer and started to go for round two, and my cock took a little longer to get to its full fat 7 inches..... So my blond chub pulls a simple, leather 3-snap cock-ring out of his toy bag, wraps it round my cock and balls and I was stiff as a baseball bat again and back to fuckin him like there was no tomorrow. The second load took another hour of hard hot sweaty fuckin to deliver. I passed out at that point and we slept curled up together for a while. When I awoke, he was down the hall in the shower and I was ready to head home. So I went back to my locker, retrieved my clothes and went home happy and exhausted. When I woke up in the morning in my own bed, I found I was hard again with that little ring of leather round my cock and balls. I wore that cock-ring for the next 8 months, every other weekend at the baths and fucked probably 100 men wearing that badge of honor!

I do like my ball scent. I love sliding my finger through and sniffing it. Like most other guys ball/cock scent too.

Here's the link, Sub; http://news.bme.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/pubring/people/A10101/gelding.html I'd be keen to have my sack emptied, but I think I'd like to keep my cock and watch it steadily diminish.

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!!

Absolutely. I love to show off---and encourage other men to use the hole I'm fucking--for my felching pleasure....

I'm hooked on giving a bareback sex show in and around New England. I would be the bottom getting used and seeded in front of others.

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 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.