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Cod: Two days go by and I’m sleeping next to my Dad in his bed every night; it was that way before college, too. We’ve had sex each night so far, too, and occasionally during the day. To this point though, it’s been just me cumming inside my Dad; he hasn’t fucked me – its making me crazy. At this point, poz or not, I’m beginning to miss Todd, and his big loads of cum inside my ass. I shot twice yesterday and honestly, I can’t believe how big the loads were; I’m so horny for my Dad but I need and want his cum in my ass. Waking up I can feel a warm, wet mouth sucking on my cock, I’m so hard right now. “Ohhhh… yeah, Ohhh yeah… feels good.. Ohhhh… Dad, fuck, Dad”, he didn’t break rhythm as my hands found his head encouraging him even if I was only half awake. I remember sucking Todd off like this so many times in our dorm and now I know why he loved it so much -- what a great way to be woken up. Dad: My boy woke up, but I kept sucking his cock, I was determined to get that load, “Ohhhhh Dad… “, he kept moaning, his hands on my head, I kept getting him really close, then I’d ease up, then get him close again. My son’s body worked like my own and if edged a huge load of semen would eventually be squirting out. I’m so hungry for his load. “Dad… dad… dad.. suck me… mmmmm”, he kept moaning, he was really close. “ohh fuck Dad, I’m close… I’m close… “, I ease up again “ahhhhhhh… dammit”, I held his cock in my hand and licks his nuts they’re sweaty and I can’t seem to get enough of them (or what’s in them for that matter). I knew my boy was suffering now though, I was really teasing him, and he needed to shoot. “Yeah… boy, you wanna nut? Is that what you want? Feed your Daddies hungry mouth with cum?”, I didn’t wait for an answer I just sucked his cock back into my mouth and worked my tongue in the slit before taking it into my throat, then back up slow. “Fuck!... Fuckk!....” and like that he started to cum, “EAT MY CUM DAD! FUCK!”, he blurted out, my mouth overflowing with my son’s semen, it’s so hot. I love that he can produce so much and I love swallowing it almost as much as taking it up my hole. At this point, I hadn’t cum in 3 days, I’m saving my load for something special but I nearly shot right there just from his orgasm. Once he comes down a bit I ease up on him but keep the head in my mouth, I really want more from this morning if he’ll give it to me. Cod: I can’t believe how hard I came, and he swallowed all of it, except for a bit that leaked out of his mouth. “Dad? Dad? Let me up.. Sensitive.. let me up… Dad.”, he just kept it right there in his mouth, glaring up at me. “Dad, you gotta let me up”, he didn’t move, “Dad, I really need to go piss, get up.”, he just looked up at me. “Dad, I gotta piss, no joke.”, he removed my cock long enough to say, “Go ahead boy, I wanna try this”, as if he’d never tried watersports, maybe he hadn’t, we hadn’t really discussed it, and other than that little bit of fun in the shower I didn’t really know. "Uhmmm… ok Dad,...really... you sure?", “Yeah boy, now piss for your Dad”, my cock was still throbbing a bit. Not needing to be told twice by own Father, “Fine. Put your son’s cock back in your toilet mouth and get ready to drink. I'll try to go slowly...at first." He licked his way around the head of my cock again gathering up the leaking juice, then swallowed the full head in my mouth. I placed one of my hands back on his head. "Just wait Dad...I think I can piss with a hardon, but sometimes it takes me a bit. Wait...wait...ahhh, yeah…that’s it, here comes some for you now." Dad: I feel a warm stream flowing over my tongue and quickly gulp it down, moaning from deep in my chest. He let go of some more and I swallow that just as fast. "Uhhh… Ohhhhh, that's it Dad...drink down my morning piss. I’d never gotten into piss before Dad, I’m a little turned off and turned on all the same time, but looking down at you drinking is getting me really worked up. Ohh fuck.. here’s some more Dad, a little more than last time, I hope you can handle all of this." He let the flow come out a little stronger this time but having done this a few times with Sam, and other guys, I had no trouble keeping up. Early morning piss always seemed stronger and my boy’s was no exception, it didn't matter to me though, I was really turned on and reached down to grab on to my own hard cock and started to stroke myself a bit. “Ok Dad… more, you want it, here's some more for you.” At this point I think he’s fully awake because he really let loose, I don't think he was holding back at all. It briefly crossed my mind the bed could get very wet if I’m not careful. I was trying my best to keep up with him and truthfully each swallow was getting more difficult so soon after the last one, I was getting worried that I'd be washing sheets before the morning was done. Just as I was about to reach up and grab hold of him as a way of warning him that I couldn't take any more I feel the flow of his piss slow down, then he clenches his muscles the way you do when you want to get the last of the piss out and he gave out a huge sigh. I started to bob my head up and down his cock then, determined to get that last bit of his piss to shoot out into my mouth. "Damn boy...that was so hot!", “yeah Dad, wow, never done that before.”.. we both laid there for a second to chill, but I knew this couldn’t last, I was craving Sam’s poz cum in my ass, it was time for a run.

(This is fictional for the most part). Part 1 I took the day off to get some errands done and was eating some lunch when the doorbell rang. I had a hard on from watching some porn while eating lunch so I quickly regained my composure and went through the garage since I saw it was a lawn service truck in the driveway. I opened the door and the guy said hi and was pleasant enough, looked at his paper and asked if I ordered a service, I told him I cancelled that order because of the lawn looked and he rolled his eyes and said that this was the fifth time this happened. I explained to him that I talked to a person in the office and told them about the lawn and that the lawn service wouldn’t be needed. So he asked me to show him around which I did. He was heated. He then called his boss to see if he could do another treatment and was told no, which aggravated him more. We kept talking he looked at his watch and said, now I have 3 hours to waste until my next appointment. I asked, did you eat lunch? He said not yet, I said I made some and have plenty, if you want to come in and have some that would take a few minutes away from your time. He hesitated then accepted. We went inside and I offered him a soda or beer, he took the beer, I had one too, made him a plate and served him. He happily ate it and we chatted, I offered him another beer and more food, he had both. An hour passed and he said he should go, I said you can hang out if you like, I was just chillin anyway, want another beer I added? He thought for a few seconds and replied sure, why not. He was kinda rough looking, handsome in a rough way. Hands were rough from work, messy blond hair, early 50s, thin, furry from what I could tell, nice body under the clothes, straight as far as I knew. I took his plate and I turned on the TV and moved to the couch. He followed with is nearly empty beer. He then asked me if I wanted another, I laughed, and said sure. He came back with another for himself too. He sat next to me and we watched TV for a few. He started questioning me about the house, I answered, then he asked for a tour, I showed him around the upstairs, I was kinda nervous to show him the basement, I had a sling and toys in a cabinet. He then asked, if there was a basement, I said yes, he asked to see it, I said sure, what do I have to lose, I brought him down, I only turned on a couple lights. He looked around and then noticed the shiny chains in the corner. He asked, what’s this, I chuckled nervously, nothing really. My ex and me used to play down here and host parties once in a while. Ex he asked? Yes his name was Jack, now thinking he would leave. He said, Jack, Jack the leather guy? I said yes, you know him? He said, yep, I came to a few of your parties he chuckled. I laughed nervously. He then said, those were fun, too bad you don’t host anymore. No need to anymore I replied, and yes they were. He then looked at me and said, I always wanted to fuck you. You knew me then, he said yes, I used to just observe as he would get you in the sling and the guys would fuck you. He always wanted them to fuck you with condoms, what the hell was that about? Well it was his party and I was his boy. I always asked for BB and he would always say his boys don’t get barebacked. He found someone younger and left me. I could see the bulge growing in his work pants. I needed a taste. I then asked him, so you were the guy in the vest and chaps in the corner? He said yes. With that, I walked over, turned on the lights, illuminated the sling and all the toys, I reached into a drawer, pulled out a collar, walked to him, dropped to my knees and looked up at him and asked, would you like to own me sir? I would boy he replied, I only fuck bareback boy, I unzipped his pants and looked up and said, yes sir and took his cock down my throat. His cock engorged my throat; it was fat as a beer can and about 9 inches long. I fucked my throat moaning what a good boy I was. Then told me to get off his cock. I did as I was told and then he ordered me to strip him, which I did. Then told me to strip, which I did. Then he collared me. If I fuck you today, you’re mine forever. I looked up and said, yes sir. He then walked over and got out the electric trimmer and shaved my head. Once he was done, he leaned in and said, I like my boys bald, understood, yes sir I replied. He kissed me and told me he wanted me for the longest time but thought I was gone. He then ordered me to get in the sling. He locked me in. then shaved my ass. He looked at me and asked, what do you want boy; I want you to own me sir. What else do you want? I want you to mark me as yours. What else? I want to give my body and soul to you, mouth and ass, be your dump, urinal and anything else you want. A big evil smile came across his face and he said good boy, I want you too. You will be mine and do as I say. I will love you and take good care of you but you will be my boy and do as your told as well. This is your last chance, no going back after we fuck today, is this what you want? I replied yes sir. He opened the cabinet and pulled out the lube, started to lube his cock and his fingers, slowly fingering my hole. His rough fingers scratching this inside of my ass. I was loving it. He looked at me, asked, this is the last time, no way out, you ready? I replied yes sir please fuck me sir. With this I felt the head of his cock pushing into my hole. Moaning in pain, he leaned in and kissed me and rammed deep all nine inches. Take it like a man he kept repeating. Once he started a rhythm, he kept repeating your mine boy; I’m your maker. Be my maker sir. When I said that I could feel him expand in me. He then said, I’m gonna flood you with cum, you ready? You ready for my aids infested babies? I replied, yes yes, oh wait, what!? He just kept fucking me harder and kissed me. I could do nothing, he felt great pounding my ass, I submitted my all to him, please fuck me sir I said, he pushed all the way in me and screamed out, pumping me full of his cum. He fucked me more and pumped another load in me. Both of us were covered in sweat. He slowly pulled out and I felt a blast of cool basement air flood up my hole. I have to finish my appointments, and then I will be back to fuck you again later baby boy. Btw, I might bring a bud or two tonight, but I want to know I knocked you up, so until you test positive you cant take any other loads. So if they fuck you, it will be with a condom, but we will keep it for your coming out party…. He left me locked in the sling. When will you be back I yelled out, at 7 my son he replied…. So here I wait, tied up and wanting him more.

I've been very vocal about the FACT that we are not just holes to be used quite frequently on this site. So I do agree with you and understand your need to vent. I'm glad all tops do not have the mindset so many seem to have on here. I have had too many of those that don't want to wait for me to get prepared as well. Their loss. I don't live in the bathroom trying to be prepared for every moment of every day. I have a life. Get in the real world and deal with it. That said, I am very thankful for the tops who understand and make the process worth it and the sex incredible.

Part 4 Later that night back at his apartment, laying alone in bed, Luke thought about Steve as he stroked himself, pleasuring his dick, abdomen, and speculating about getting a tattoo that matched Steve's unseen tattoo, taking pleasure in the thought that Steve’s most recent load still lingered in his ass. He stroked his cock harder and faster, pushing first one, then two, an finally three fingers into his stretched hole. In his mind flickered images from the shower – his face pressed against the cold marble wall, looking down to see Steve’s massive, tan legs outside of his as Steve pivoted and piston-fucked him from behind. Images from the night before, when he went to pull up his briefs and jeans and saw Steve's cum running down his inner thigh from his hole. Images of Steve’s dark pubic hair brushing against his face while he deep throated Steve’s massive tool earlier that afternoon. And then he thought of the cum again, that he’d let that glorious god of a man fuck him raw and blow his loads up in Luke’s gut. Finger banging himself, he knew his hole was still slick with Steve’s DNA from a few hours earlier. It was hardly surprising with all of this running through his mind, Luke blew a big milky load onto his stomach. ********************************************************************* The next morning while out jogging with his friend, Luke regretted sharing a little too much detail about his encounter with Steve when his buddy asked “You let him fuck you without a condom?!” “Relax. There is no way he has anything,” Luke replied, although as the words came out, he realized he wasn’t so sure. “That’s so fucking stupid in this day and age. You should go to the clinic and check into that morning after pill just in case. And you should definitely at least be on PrEP if you’re gonna make this a habit.” “I know, I know. Just chill and keep this between us. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Luke then changed the subject and moved on. *********************************************************************** Luke texted Steve that afternoon. “I’m horny. Can I come over?” Steve responded “Sure. But my friend Billy’s coming over soon too. You up for 2 cocks, slut?” This was more uncharted territory for Luke, and yet replied “Maybe…. Be there in 30.” ************************************************************************ Billy wasn’t there yet, so instead of the usual get-right-down-to-business nature of their prior encounters, Luke had an opportunity to talk, and he commented “So listen, I’ve never really let anyone fuck me raw before without knowing more about them." “And?” Steve responded. “It’s just that this weekend has been mind blowing and amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such... lust? desire? intrigue? for anyone like I feel for you.” Steve grinned broadly, pulled Luke close, and slid his tongue down Luke’s throat as he also ground his crotch into Luke, his hands, meanwhile, trailing down to fondle Luke’s ass. Still Luke managed to finish his thought saying “I guess, I don’t know how to say this. A friend of mine told me I’m being stupid and careless fucking you without protection or anything.” “What’s careless about what we’re doing?” “I don’t know… Do you have an STD or anything?” Luke got to the point. “Does it matter to you now?” “I, uhh” and Luke realized while perhaps it should matter, it didn’t. “I don’t know, really.” “I’ve fucked you twice now. Raw. Implanted my seed in you twice. You’ve swallowed my cum and piss, and your ass is lined with my DNA. If you want to be mine, you have to be mine fully.” Luke felt a warm rush over his body. The unknown was becoming known. He was nervous and turned on. What was Steve saying? “Touch my poz cock again, Luke” Steve said. Steve's command hit Luke hard, yet he instantly complied, maneuvering his hands down Steve's jeans, his head rushed with sexual energy and understanding. He now knew Steve was poz. HIV Positive. And he’d fucked Luke twice now. Luke had taken poz loads from a poz guy. Luke also was very much aware his own dick was hardening quickly. He felt it sticking to his briefs with a layer of precum. “Get on your knees and put my poz dick in your mouth. Accept your fate. Get me hard so that I can fuck you again. You’re my slut. Worship what’s flowing in me – and you – now.” Luke sank to his knees and undid the buttons on Steve's jeans. Steve's massive, semi-hard cock was free. Luke opened his mouth wide and guided the monster deep down his throat.

I just spent 10 hours getting fucked raw. I still had a marriage on Saturday: On Sunday my wife kicks me out. By Friday, I have my bleeding ass parked against a gloryhole taking any and all loads. It's a quick descent. This is day six. I'll get to the beginning of the story eventually, but I want to tell you what happened to me today! So he gives me a choice. I can have a regular job working in the backroom as a host—with free room board, ample Tina, and an endless supply of cocks, or I can stay chained down here and occasionally get a small plate of food. No Tina, no cock, no contact. I accepted the host job. In fact, I was feeling ready to start right away. Anything to get out of this sling. My wrists and ankles were killing me from hanging there for the last two days and I couldn't wait to stand and stretch. My ass was sore too—it needed a break. He didn't release me right away. Instead, he reached into his pouch and withdrew a loaded syringe. The menacing smile he flashed as he jammed it into my ass was genuine. The fluid was warm and burned my already raw ass as he shot me up. He waited for me to start coughing before taking his leather shorts down and brutally stabbing me with his massive cock. My hole was hungry and lusting, but was not ready for such a raw thrust! I felt my ass rip. Then wetness. I saw blood on stranger's dick as he forcefully crammed his cock in my ass, then withdrew it completely. He stabbed my suprised anus again, and then withdew again. Over and over and over... I could see his abdomen and legs were covered with blood and fear gripped me. He was HIV positive and my ass was bleeding. I tried screaming for him to stop. I didn't want to die! The only sounds that made it past the ball gag were muffled "mmmphfff...MMMMMphffff!" I was powerless to stop him from raping me. Gradually, as the effect of his spiked enema wore on, my pain and fear melted away and was replaced by raw lust. I suddenly became excited by having this Poz stranger fucking me. It was becoming pleasureable and I was in the throes of novice accomplishment: I was taking everything he was giving me! As he brutally slammed his hard meatstick in me, my ass started loosening, eventually relenting altogether. Once my hungry sphincter finally surrendered, I would will it to open wide in anticipation of each thrust, and then as he'd slide out, I would clench as tight as my bloody abused anus would allow. I felt such an agony of craving each time he withdrew, that I knew there would be no turning back. The sheer carnal craving was too intense--drug lust, pure and simple. It briefly occured to me that might feel remorse and self loathing later, but I could always tell myself this was forced. Except it by now it wasn't. I wanted to be held there and fucked silly by this Boss. The idea that he was raping me was seductive and kinky enough for my now-perverted lust. I would have willingly allowed this man to continue pummeling me just as surely as I was chained already. I want nothing but raw fuck. The thought of him shooting a load deep in me began to arouse my twisted deviant side. Fuck HIV! I'm never going to want stop experiencing this kind of pleasure. Truth is, I would beg to be raped and fucked raw by this man--and any other, for that matter—as long as I could have some of that magic formula shot into my ass. I was excited in to a frenzy of animal desire. Knowing that all the wetness that was lubricating my ass was blood only made me hotter. Abruptly he withdrew completely and pulled away. No! Keep fucking me! "Mmmgggghh! Mmmmmggghhh!" "Shut up. You'll get my load. This is just the first part of the interview." There was his menacing smile again. He uncuffed me and led me back upstairs to a room with a bunch of stalls without doors. In each stall was a manhole size opening in the back wall, and a bench/chair apparatus that had me facing away from the hole with my ass up in the air. I recognized these four holes from my first night here—except I was on the other side. (There were four cum-dripping, used-up, disgustingly loose asses getting worked by random customers—not many of those customers were too healthy looking.) He chained my hands to the bench, cinched a belt around my waist so I couldn't move my hips more than a few inches. Below me was a large bedpan partially filled with cum. He pointed to the dish, "If you cum, make sure goes in the bowl... We collect all the cream from the employees." I tried imagining to what kinky use he could possibly be putting all that man-milk. Declaring me hired, the Boss unbuttoned the straps on my gag. He threw it on the cum-crusted floor and stuck his cock in my mouth, making me lick the shit off it. I was buzzing too hard to care so I worked his dick until it was clean; indeed, anything taboo was now my most earnest desire! After he throat fucked me for a couple minutes, he walked out of the room. My heart sank. I was consumed by desire to have cock in me, whether it be my warm wet mouth, or my slippery bleeding ass. My disappointment was relieved when he returned bearing several of the bedpans from the other stalls. He dumped the contents into a decorative ceramic bowl. "See this?" he poured the last bedpan in the bowl—there had to be a half gallon of cum in the bowl. He put the bedpans back in their original stall and returned. He reached in the bowl and grabbed a cupped hand full of the cum-lube and slathered my ass making sure to jam it inside my anus and rub it around. He winked: "We use employee cum for lube." then he walked to the other side of the wall. He was going to put this oversized glory hole to use. There was no warning: He slipped his cock into my cum and blood lubed ass. I was pleased that it was much more accepting of forced entry this time. He thrust and slammed with brute force; and as his pace quickened. Soon I could sense he was ready to cum. I spread my legs as far I could and relaxed my hole as much as it would while he continued to pump away. There was a stutter and a hitch, a quick groan and then I felt my rectum fill with hot fluid. I could feel each toxic spurt and imagined the viruses in his hot cum to seeking all the torn tissue in my asshole. That single thought sent me into climax so hard that I squirted shot after shot of my own cum into the pan below me. I was still catching my breath when suddenly there was another cock. I couldn't turn to see who was on the other side of the wall, but it was someone different. His cock was smaller, but he fucked like a jackrabbit. A few minutes of quick thrusting and I felt him seize and convulse. My ass was filled with warm liquid. He withdrew and I felt warm liquid leaking from my ass. I scarcely had time to finish shooting my next load into the bedpan before I felt a gruff hand slather more of the cum-lube in my ass. Then the raping began in earnest. I welcomed it. With each cock my ass took and each load it accepted, I began to relax and find a rhythm. After this man, there was another. And then another. And another... I lost count at twenty-two. I didn't so much lose count as I did blank out. The steady rhythm kept me convulsing in orgasm after orgasm, long after the last drop of cum was emptied out of my balls. My piggy-fuck trance was broken briefly when there was an afternoon lull. My ass was squirming for a customer to fill it; and by evening, the shop was busy and I was getting at least seven or eight hard fucks an hour. I eventually lost count of the loads I took, but almost of ose customers came in me. My bedpan was nearly a half pint full from the number of times I came.... I'm already twinging from self-loathing, but I'm addicted and know that I am now well past any point of return. Except for the few dirty and scabby dicks I had to take, I could learn to like this job. (To be continued...)

Maybe it's the guys I talk to, but I don't very often run into the demanding, impatient tops other guys here seem to. I'm not usually ready at a moment's notice to drop what I'm doing, dash out of work, ditch my friends and open my legs and most guys get that. For a hookup, I usually prefer to plan, at least a little ahead of time, so I can be be freshly showered and properly cleaned out. And for those times when I want to be just a hole (like at a hotel sex party or a bathhouse), I have prepared in advance and am ready. On the occasion I do talk to a Right Now top, if he's not willing to wait just a little bit for me to get ready and get there, I feel it's more his loss than mine. Even when I give up my ass and control over what happens during sex, I'm still the man's equal. We are just giving each other what we both want. And that's worth preparing (and waiting) for.

I travel a lot and my boyfriend is always horny for a dick in his mouth and ass. When I'm in town we've done threesomes, and I admit I love watching him get used by a guy or two - and then using him myself. A few weeks ago I agreed to let him do it when I was away as long as I could watch it on the webcam set up in our bedroom. Here's what happened late last night with a new added extra. He texted me last night around 11:00 PM and sent me a pic of a guy who wanted to drop a load or two in about an hour. I said 'okay', but reminded him it had to be on webcam, and that the guy had to bag his cock. My bf, of course, agreed. I was so horny at the thought of it that I trolled bbrt and craigslist to find a cocksucker to come over and blow me while I watched the show. At exactly midnight my bf's 'date' showed up on cam and immediately told my boy to get on his knees and started sucking his fat, eight inch cock. The 'date then brutally face-fucked him. Meanwhile I kicked back in a chair and told my college boy cocksucker to get to work and not stop until I came. As my pre-cum oozed down the college boy's throat, I watched the cam, and noticed the top playing with my bf had, using both hands, anchored my bf's head, and was causing him to gag, so I did the same to the college boy. Then it happened: I saw my boy choke and pull back as the top's load ran out of the corners of his mouth. The top ordered my bf to lick-up the cum and his cock, adding "I'm gonna piss." Again the top anchored my bf's head and gave him no choice but to swallow his piss. Of course my bf did just that, frantically gulping it down. However, the top wasn't done, as he ordered "Suck me and get me hard. I'm gonna fuck you now." With that I thrust deeply into my cocksuckers throat and told him keep sucking until he got my second load. Meanwhile back on cam I noticed my bf had placed some condoms and lube on the night stand so of course he was looking for a dick in his ass. My dick got harder and leaked profusely. I watched as the muscled stranger greased up both his dick my bf's ass and proceed to push his raw dick in. Since we had the mics turned on I screamed "Wait you gotta bag up," which was part of the agreement between my bf and me. The top, however, snarled ""No I don't, and I told your boy that before I got here. I only fuck raw." Then, as the top pounded his ass, my boyfriend asked "Are you neg?" "I don't know and I don't care," the top replied, and with that he reached-over and turned off the sound on the cam, just as I blew my second load down the college boy's throat, choking him in the process. The last sight I saw on the cam the anonymous top getting dressed, and my bf's cummy hole. After the cam was turned-off, I blew my third load down the cocksucker's throat and told him to leave. There was nothing more on the cam last night, but my bf texted me saying he would tell me when I got home what happened after the cam was was turned off. I'll probably be fucking him when he tells me, so my my load will be the next about which I'll tell you.

This whole forum has the mindset that bottoms are only there to please and serve a top anytime, anywhere, anyway and that's great for some people but after lurking (and since this would be one of the only places I would be able to vent haha) I figured why not make a thread venting stuff that annoys us bottoms about tops. And if you are one of those that thinks a bottom should never say no or disagree to anything a top says (at least your online persona thinks that) then thats great! But please don't post that in here, you have the whole rest of the forum to do that! Lol Also this is not speaking about all tops obviously, just share your experiences. So just as of recently some things that have irked me about tops is they don't appreciate we take the time to get "ready" for them, have had more than a few tops get angry and not want to hook up because my cleaning process was not going fast enough for them. If I could make it go any faster I would lol, but sorry for trying to save us both some awkardness by making sure I am cleaned out 110%. Another one is the sense of power they think they have. I love a dominant man but don't try to demand I change my whole days schedule or plans I've had already set just so I can get fucked by you. I have a life outside of sex and only enjoy the dominance during sex. Hopefully some others will agree and share some more haha

I hope I have never said or posted anything that would lead people to believe that I am just a hole for any and all tops. I reserve the right to decide who gets to fuck me and the right to say no, even in group situations. Like you said, I get annoyed by the top who doesn't appreciate what we do to get ready. Hurry up is one of the biggest turn offs a top can say to me. I'm a quality fuck and you don't get quality in a hurry. It seems worse using apps like Grindr where hookups are assumed to be immediate. Sometimes I will go to the effort of cleaning up and then going online to see what I can get but usually I don't do it til I have something scheduled. And nothing pisses me off more than spending two hours cleaning up and getting a last minute cancellation or worse, getting stood up. Yes, I am a bottom, but not just a hole and not for just anyone. Drunks are out, too stoned are out, and if I just think you are an asshole, you are out. Tops wouldn't be tops without bottoms. And vice versa. Its just nature/

I must say this goes back to other posts where I've mentioned the importance of a connection for great sex... you don't treat someone you respect or have a connection with as "just a hole" -- unless it's just part of the experience or role you're intentionally playing out in the moment. If I'm in the mood to be a whore and willing to take any/all dick, then I am okay to be treated like a soulless cumdump because that's the part I'm playing in the moment. The mistake, I think is acting like a cumdump when what I really want is for someone to treat me like a boyfriend or friend with benefits. When I'm clear about my expectations and standards, I've never had an issue with tops or bottoms...if there's a mismatch, someone simply acknowledges it and we adjust or walk away.

First sex with a guy: church camp (!), a counselor who was probably about 20 when I was 15 asked me to help scout a trail for a hike. He took me out in the woods and blew me. He swallowed everything--my dick to the hilt and my cum. He was a really cute Asian dude with a great body. I kissed him but he didn't want me to do anything else to him. He blew me two more times that week. First time fucking: party for cast members after high school play (I had three lines). Another guy in the cast had a boyfriend who was early 20s and we were all kinda drunk and he took me in the bathroom and dropped his pants and gave me his ass. Big drama afterward when the bf found out. Nobody does drama like a 17 year old betrayed twink, lol.

2. He kissed me again and then taking hold of my thighs he pressed my knees forward into my chest and started to pull his cock slowly from my hole. I gasped as his cock withdrew leaving a cavernous void in its wake. He stopped only just before his cock head popped from my hole. With his mushroom head resting with in my quivering hole he stopped for a moment smiling at me. Then without warning he slammed the whole length of his cock back into my hole, his balls slapping against my ass as he bottomed out inside of me. I screamed, he did it again. He picked up his pace, over and over again, slamming into me harder and harder. My heart was pounding, electricity was shooting through my body, and my hole was spasming wildly around Mark’s invading cock. Sweat ran down Mark’s chest making thin twisting patterns through his thick chest hair. I was panting with each deep thrust, he was striking something deep with in me that I had never imagined existed before. As Mark hammered deeper I felt something else inside of me give, it was as if another hole had opened up inside of me my hole. His cock head kept popping in and out of that new space, going even deeper into my ass. I was convinced he had to be fucking my throat. “God your ass feels so fucking good,” he panted, sweat glistening on his strong handsome face. The smell of sweat and ass juice started to fill the room, “How’s it feel to have your ass cherry taken boy?” “I love it. I never imagined that getting fucked would feel like this.” “It just keeps getting better too, boy. After the first couple of times your hole gets use to opening up for cock. Do you want me to open you up? Teach you how to bottom?” “Yes, please, teach me.” “Alright ready for your next lesson, boy,” he said, that wicked grin playing across his face again as he continued to hammer me. “Yes,” I gasped. “A good bottom always takes his top's loads and holds them inside of him as lube for the next fucking. Do you want my load, boy?” “Yes!” “You want me to breed your sweet cherry ass?” “Yes!” “Convert you from a curious straight boy in to a gayboy bottom?” “Yes!” “A cumdump?” “Yes!” “Fucking take my load boy,” he practically screamed as he slammed inside, bursting past that second hole I had felt. His cock was throbbing and I knew that he was cuming in me. Precum shot from my cock but I did not cum. My breathing was as ragged as his was and his whole body quivered with the force of his orgasm. For several long moment neither one of us moved, Mark’s cock still quivering slighting inside of my fuck-battered hole; then slowly he began to pull out. He stopped when he got to the head and looked at me, “How’s your hole feel?” “Fucking amazing.” “Yeah?” “Yeah!” “Good.” With that he sunk his still hard cock back in and resumed fucking me. His cock slipped easily in and out of my hole which was now lubed up with a mixture of ass juice and cum. He fucked me once more like that on the couch adding another load to my guts before suggesting that we take a little field trip. He helped me up off the couch and led me to a door just off of the kitchen. The unassuming door opened onto a narrow staircase leading down to a basement. Naked with a thin dribble of cum running down my inner thigh I followed him down the stairs and suddenly found myself in a room lit almost entirely in deep red with a few bright white spots around the room. The light highlighted a sling hanging from the mirrored ceiling in the center of the room, a bench like item with what looked like cuffs and straps for arms and legs attached to it off on one side the room, a large wooden ‘X’ at the far end of the room, and a row of shelves that took up the wall with the stairs filled with all sorts of different sex toys. I gasped. “Think you’re ready to get really used?” Precum dripped from my cock and my hole twitched causing a few more drops of cum to drip from my hole. “Yes.” What had come over me? He could get me to agree to anything. He led me over to the bench, explaining that it was called a fuck bench. I laid down as instructed and my arms and legs were secured so that I was stuck with my ass in the air at perfect fucking height. Mark then lined his cock up with my hole again and slid easily inside. This was a slow fuck, he worked his cock deep into me taking advantage of the new angle to sink even deeper into me. After what must have been another twenty minutes of solid fucking I heard Mark start to grunt as he had the two times before and soon my ass was flooded with yet another one of his loads.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

I decided to attend the Gay Pride Parade this past month in my local town to show support for my gay friends with whom I work. There are about five of them. At sixty, I am much older. I'm also 6', and about 185 pounds. I've been married to my wife for 30 years, we had four children, and now have eight grandchildren. I guess I'm about as straight they come, but have always thought there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. It just wasn't for me and I had never even thought about doing anything with another guy. It was going to be a hot day, so I decided to dress for the heat and wear what I usually wore to my track meets: a jock strap, shorts, a tee shirt, sport socks and sneakers. One of my friends rode with me there and he was dressed fairly similarly. We found a place to park fairly close to the start, which surprised me, but then I thought, oh hell, when the parade is over I will be about 2-3 miles from here. Oh, well, can't have everything. We got out and walked over to the starting area and found the other guys. I was kind of rubber necking somewhat as I had never seen such an array of, well, somewhat crazy looking people before. There were all kinds of attire from just plain like I and my friends to wild costumes and back down to what looked to be a few guys with little or nothing on at all. It was a kaleidoscope of colors everywhere and I was like a kid in a candy store wanting to just see what all was going on. It was very festive scene and then there were the floats which were magnificent to look at. I started walking around to look at everything I could and soon lost track of where my friends were at. I looked for a bit but there were just too many people around to really look good. I soon decided the heck with it, I would see them later for a couple of drinks before going home tonight. I went looking for something to drink then. Soon found a nice little stand that sold my drink of choice, an ice cold CocaCola. I bought one and then wondered around some more but still did not see my buddies and the parade was lining up to start. I found myself by a float I liked the looks of, so decided to just walk along with it. Soon we were starting up and I found several guys walking around that float and on it all dressed alike, so figured they were all friends or at least had al worked on the float together. A few blocks later, one of the guys from the float turned and said hi to me. I returned his greeting and soon we were talking while we walked along. About a mile and a half into the parade I was starting to feel the heat and the long walk. The guy I was walking with told me I could take a break and ride on the float for a bit if I wanted, but he said I would probably have to take off the shorts and shirt as all on the float only had on jockstraps. I looked and was surprised as I had not noticed them stripping most of their clothes off on there till then. Only the guys walking were still in their shorts and shirts. I was kind of in a turmoil about that when I stepped on a rock in the road and twisted the heck out of my ankle. My new friend grabbed me or I would have went down. That pretty much settled it for a bit as he basically tossed me up onto the float. I decided, what the hell and soon had my shirt, shorts and shoes and socks off and was only in my jockstrap. My new friend then told me I looked to be in pretty decent shape for my age as I had told him that earlier. I thanked him and returned the compliment. I had not really paid much attention to his looks until he tossed me like a sack of sugar onto the float. Now, I noticed, he was definitely in good shape and although not a build of a weightlifter did have quite the muscles showing. I then rode the float for the rest of the parade. Looking around I noticed the other guys on the float all seemed to be in pretty good shape. Must all work out a lot I thought. I also noticed that they all, that I could see from where I was at, seemed to have the same tattoos. One, a tramp stamp on their backs and another on their stomach when they would turn and I could see it, of a figure that looked familiar, but I couldn't place it at first. Then as we passed a hospital on the way I noticed the design on one of the dumpsters I could see off to the side and it dawned on me they all, for some reason, had a biohazard symbol. I asked my new buddy about it and he said they had all decided to get one when they joined the club. I thought that sounded nice for them to do.

There was no question I was a slut when I really lost my virginity. But until that night I always got fucked with a condom, no if, ands, or buts about it. I was dancing at a club with friends when I noticed this guy staring at me. He was tall, lean, and blonde. We couldn’t stop staring at each other, and before I knew it he had pulled me from the guy I had been dancing with and we were grinding on each other to the music. Needless to say we ended up back at my place. As soon as he closed the front door we ripped each other’s clothes off, grabbing and sucking as much skin as we could. Ending up on my bed I went crazy when he started fingering my hole. In anticipation I reached into my drawer to grab lube and a condom. “I just need the lube,” he said. That freaked me out. “I only get fucked with a condom,” I said pushing him off. “No glove, no love.” We were both rock hard, so I wasn’t surprised when he took the condom and put it on. He slowly pushed into me, filling me up with what I loved most in the world. Cock. We kissed as he thrust into me, going faster with each pump. Before I realized what was happening he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and rammed back into me. The only thing I loved more than cock was being dominated, so at this point I was in heaven. He kept pulling all the way out and shoving his big dick back in, until suddenly the fuck was just better. I started moaning louder than I ever had before, feeling more sensation than I swore I usually did. Something in me changed then. I became more aggressive, thrusting back, needing to feel his dick rubbing against my hole. We must’ve cum together because we both started howling at the same time. For some reason the inside of my ass felt hot. It was such a turn on! “Thanks for the fuck. Gotta go,” he said pulling out. Before I knew it he was gathering clothes and bolting out my room. I tried following him to the door, wanting to ask if we could hook up again. How could I not after the best fuck of my life? But I got to the living room in time to see the front door slam shut. Sad I’d never get to feel that dick in me again I rubbed my sore ass trying to soothe it. That’s when I felt something wet against my crack. I dug in, trying to figure out what it was when it dawned on me. Taking a look at my finger my biggest fear was confirmed. The jerk had cum in my ass! To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I noticed the used condom on the floor, and it was empty. I looked at my finger slick with cum when an odd thought came to me. I wanted to lick it. So I did, and I couldn’t believe how good it tasted. I dug my finger into my ass again, feeling just how squishy it really was. Pulling it out I knew I was being dumb, but for some reason I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste my stealther’s cum leaking out of my ass! After a minute of dipping and licking, I realized exactly what I was doing. Horrified I ran to the shower and scrubbed myself all over, taking extra care to clean my ass. The next day I started taking PrEP to try to mitigate the risk of getting HIV. For a week I was a mess until I got tested, racked with guilt and terror. Terror that I had savored eating cum from a stranger out of my ass and terror that I had been infected with an STD. My tests came back clean, but I knew it would be months until I really knew if I was still NEG. I stayed celibate for a few weeks trying to be extra cautious. But with how much I loved sex I couldn’t resisted a good fucking for too long, so I was extra careful to make sure all my partners were clean and played safe. Unfortunately something was lacking. The first few times I just couldn’t cum. The friction I had always enjoyed while my ass was getting plowed just wasn’t enough anymore. By my fifth hook up I tried something I had been reluctant to do but was sure would work. I imagined myself getting bred, and sure enough I came buckets. After that encounter I was freaked again because I admitted something to myself I hadn’t wanted to. Being fucked raw was soooo much better than being fucked with a condom. It was no contest. But it was also dangerous. I went online looking up the dangers of fucking without condoms to remind myself why I had to forget about the best fuck of my life. That led to me finding the site that would change my worldview forever. Breeding Zone. At first I couldn’t believe what I was reading. People got off on chasing HIV? How could people actually want to be POZ? And stealthing. That was just fucked up. I knew from experience people did that and I was pissed people found it hot. I wasn’t amused when I noticed my own dick was hard reading stories about it. Before long I was obsessed. This whole time I kept hooking up, still vigilant about condoms. But every time I read posts or stories from Breeding Zone, the more frustrated I became. I did not want to use condoms anymore. They sucked. All they did was keep me from feeling the euphoria I had felt when I was stealthed. One day I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I did something I thought I’d never do. I made a profile on a site all about bareback hook-ups, BBRT. I was nervous making my profile. Taking a picture of my exposed ass was awkward, but also the most erotic thing I had ever done. My profile said: New to bareback. Trying to see if I really want it. It wasn’t long before I got responses. Some of the guys were really hot! Unfortunately they were also POZ. I still wasn’t ready to risk getting HIV, so I only responded to guys who were NEG. That first time was like an awakening. I went over to his place, still not sure about what I was doing. I brought condoms over, both out of habit but also hoping that maybe I could talk him into using one. When I got there I couldn’t believe how ripped he was. As soon as we were naked I was worshipping every inch of him, paying extra attention to his dripping dick. I started having doubts about the encounter when he put me against a counter so my ass was facing him. Then he rimmed me, dipping a finger in from time to time opening my hole up, making me forget the hesitation that had been building. But when he pressed his dick to my pulsing hole the need to tell him to stop, put on a condom, came over me. Then he pushed in, and I was officially a bareback bitch. He fucked me hard, making me moan louder than I had since the night I was introduced to the joys of getting bred. “Yea! Come on, harder!” I shouted. “Bred my ass!” “Yea bitch! I’m gonna fill your fucking cunt full of jizz! You want that? Don’t you faggot?” No one had ever spoken to me like that during sex, and to my surprise I loved it. “Hell yea! Cum in my ass!” I couldn’t believe I was begging for his load. Only months before I had been all about safe sex, and here I was screaming for him to breed me. I swore to myself I would never ask for a condom again. I was now a condom free zone, and I couldn’t have been happier. He filled me three times that night, and the next night I was getting loaded by another guy. I changed my profile to make what I wanted clear: My hole is meant to be loaded! Fill me with cum. NEG only. After a few weeks I realized something. I had become twice the slut I was before. While I had been fucked two, maybe three times a week before, I was now getting bred at least four or five nights a week. It wasn’t long before I’d hook up with several guys a night. One thing I was still careful about though was making sure the guys I hooked up with were NEG. Of course with how many hot POZ guys there were on BBRT, the temptation to break my rule was ever present. One night a guy messaged me who had the most beautiful body and dick I had ever seen. I knew I needed to have him fuck me, but before I could tell him to come over I noticed something. He was POZ. True, he was undetectable, but he was still POZ. I started messaging him back, telling him we wouldn’t be able to meet, when I remembered something I had read on Breeding Zone. Guys who were undetectable weren’t nearly as contagious as guys with high viral loads. The truth was guys who claimed to be NEG could be riskier cause if they didn’t realize they were infected their viral loads could be really high. That thought played through my mind as I debated over what my answer should be. Finally I decided. Fuck it. He was worth the risk. So that night I had my first POZ load. Once again I changed my profile: Breed me! There’s nothing I love more than sucking on a hot dick before its shoved up my ass to fill me with hot jizz! NEG preferred. Undetectable guys cool too. With the pool of guys open to me wider, I was soon getting fucked everyday. I started trying new things too. I was hooking up with one guy when he had to stop for a minute to take a piss. I said it without thinking. “Wanna piss in my mouth?” I blushed harder than I ever had before. I was about to say never mind when he grabbed my head, shoved his dick in my mouth and let loose. Gulping his piss down I thought it would never end, and it wasn’t long before I hoped it never did. Not long after discovering a love for piss I discovered another favorite pastime. Glory hole breeding. I had gone to a sex shop looking for some new toys when I realized there were video booths in the back. Curious I tried one out, turned on by the fact that I was watching porn and jacking off in what was essentially a public place. Soon I noticed a hole. Looking at it I wondered what it was for when a huge dick pushed through. I couldn’t believe it. I had found a glory hole! The need to go down on my knees and suck that dick was overwhelming. But I knew better than to hook up with someone whose face I hadn’t even seen. At least I thought I did until I found myself bobbing up and down on it, getting off on the fact that it was the most anonymous sex I had ever had. I whined when the guy pulled away, his dick going back to the other side. I started to get up to leave when I heard him. “Turn around. I want to fuck you.” At first I was alarmed. What kind of guy did he think I was? But my pants were already down and I was horny. For a moment I hesitated. I didn’t even know what this guy’s status was. With how much dick I was getting some were bound to be POZ with high viral loads just accounting for liars, but this was random sex on a whole different level. Bending down to pull up my pants I froze when he stuck his dick through again. That did it. Quickly I stepped out of my pants, turned around, grabbed his lubed up dick and pressed it to my now always lubed hole. Pushing onto him I felt like the biggest slut in the world. I loved it! Matching each thrust I focused on the feeling of his raw dick, basking in the euphoria it always gave me. When he came I came harder than I had ever done so before. It occurred to me my orgasms become stronger each time I did something more taboo. That realization was the nail in the coffin for my transition. Within a week I started to frequent bathhouses, getting as many loads as I could. I put out notices on BBRT and Craig’s List to make sure I’d get as much anonymous dick as possible. Between work and breeding sessions I barely slept. Status no longer became a concern of mine. All that mattered was that a guy had a dick and bred my hole. My BBRT profile now read: I take all cummers! No load refused! Bred me! Piss in me! Share me with your friends and strangers!!!!! Like I said status no longer mattered to me. Before long though POZ guys started to become an obession. One reason was because despite my year of high risk fucking I was still NEG. All the sluttiest guys I had come to know and hang out with were all POZ. I wondered how come I wasn’t too. Whenever I’d meet another NEG slut I’d be amazed I had found someone else like me. Then he’d convert. One night a hot, regular fuck buddy who was also POZ was ramming me deep when he became verbal. “You like that POZ dick, don’t ya you NEG bitch!” I had encountered POZ talk from time to time, but usually it did nothing for me. That night was different. “Fuck yea! POZ me up! Gimme dirty seed. I want to have your POZ babies!!!!” Once again I came harder than I ever had before. POZ talk became a huge turn on for me, and before I knew it I was getting fucked exclusively by POZ guys. The idea of converting was so hot it was all I started to think about. I started begging guys to POZ me, and without realizing it, I had become a chaser. One night I even went to the baths, paid for a room and put a notice on a board saying : NEG Cumdump. All loads welcome but POZ preferred. Help a chaser reach his dreams! My profile on BBRT changed again too, letting the world know exactly what I needed and wanted: Cumdump for POZ loads. NEG whore looking to convert. Bred me with toxic jizz, blindfold me, and let strangers use my hole! Just make sure they’re POZ and with HIGH VIRAL LOADS! I consider my POZ birthday to be the day I was video tapped in a gangbang with all POZ tops. I was in a sling with a mirror above me. I had requested it so I could see every second of my pozzing before I got to watch it on tape. I also wanted to stare at the message I had written on my chest in permanent marker that I planned to have tattooed: POZ PUBLIC CUMDUMP. At least twenty POZ tops were there, each brushing my hole with a toothbrush before they fucked me hard, leaving me their dirty deposit. Throughout the gangbang I thought about my decent and how far I had come. Once I was a normal guy, horny guy, who always practiced safe sex. Now I letting a group of POZ men, most of whom I had never met before being placed in the sling, abuse and rape my hole. As load after load of POZ jizz filled and overflowed out of me, I could only thing of one thing. I was home.

Brad is totally my type: tall, lean, and having a basketball player's build, has reddish-brown hair and the most sexy light brown eyes. He's 6' 6", 190 pounds and 26 years old. He is simply one of the sexiest guys I've ever known, he has a gorgeous eight inch cock and a great set of balls. I was very happy with him, and had been with him for six months when he found out that he was poz. I was negative, and during those six months when we had sex, Brad had never cum in me ... although I asked for him to. I thought it was quirky at first that he wouldn't shoot inside me, but just let it go, although I knew ex had done IV drugs and they had plenty of bareback sex.) When he told me he was poz, he said he would understand if I broke it off with him, feeling I deserved a less-challenging relationship. I wouldn't hear of it. Three months later we moved in together into a West Hollywood apartment and had sex all the time - always bareback. Brad's doctor suggested he attend a gay men's poz support group where he could talk about being poz with guys who could understand. That's where he met Justin, who was also in a poz-neg relationship. Justin and I are surprisingly similar in build, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old and light brown hair. They both had the same HIV doctor and had met once before in the doctor's office, although just in passing. Since the beach is a long drive, Brad and I regularly went to a bathhouse, North Hollywood Spa that has an outdoor sun deck. We'd lay out to get some sun and then go inside to have some fun, always together. It worked for us in our new relationship, so why not? Being around other hot naked guys just got us even more horny for each other. Shortly after Brad joined the poz support group, we ran into Justin on Santa Monica Blvd, and he told me he thought it was cool that I was OK with Brad being poz ... and that his neg partner wouldn't touch him at all because of it. I said "You're a hottie! I can't imagine any man not wanting to be naked with you!" OK, so sometimes my 'edit mode' doesn't work well, and I guess the cat was out of the bag. Justin was hot and now he and Brad knew I thought as much. Justin wanted to know how Brad fucked my neg ass without him pozzing me, so Brad explained he would pull out of my ass right when he was starting to cum and then shoot on my abs. That way we were able to avoid condoms and also avoid having me seroconvert. Then Brad apparently had a brain storm 'cause he said "Rob and I are going to lay out naked at the tubs on Saturday," adding "would you like to join us?" Justin was up for it as his boyfriend was out of town for work, so we arranged for Justin to meet at our place and then we'd head out together. Justin had never been to a bathhouse before, so we got him checked in and inside. I got a big room for us to throw our stuff into, with the thought we'd strip down and then head to the sun deck. That's when Brad and I first saw Justin's cock. Holy Fuck, it was huge and he was sporting a Prince Albert. His nipples were also pierced, which I also found hot. I definitely wanted his cock in a big way. While I knew the poz support group’s rules said Brad and Justin were not supposed to play around with each other, I had the distinct feeling that rule would be broken before we went home that day. Brad and I chose to lay naked, and Justin wore a Speedo as he wanted a tan line. Brad and Justin lay next to each other, and my lounge chair was in front of their's, which, as long as I was on my stomach, made it really convenient for me to stare at Justin's basket. The Speedo barely contained his pierced poz cock. I wanted it. So did Brad. I had a spritz bottle, so after a little bit, I misted water on me to cool off. I then to be a dickhead, adjusted the stream to a jet and squirted Brad directly in the balls. That got his attention! His cock started getting hard, so I continued doing it. Justin laughed at what I was doing, so I squirted his Speedo as well, then worked the stream up to his nips. My cock was hard. Brad's cock was hard, and Justin's cock was filling out his Speedo even more. "Let's take a break inside and cool off," I suggested, wanting to be naked with these two studs. The three of us showered off downstairs and then headed to the room, "Just for a couple minutes." But no sooner had the door behind us, than we lost our towels, and we were three guys in heat, making out and feeling each other up, our cocks drooling precum like crazy. We were horny and needed to get off. In no time, the three of us were on the bed and ravaging each other. I was on my back with Brad sucking my cock, while Justin sucked Brad's cock. It wasn't too long before it was time to switch-up. "I gotta get a taste of my first pierced cock," Brad said. I said "Don't get him off, because I want some too." Justin wasn't used to three-ways, and this was his first since he converted to being poz, and he certainly wasn't used to a neg guy being so hot for his poz cock. Brad switched places and laid on his back and Justin crawled up to straddle Brad and fed him his cock. This was a great opportunity for me to get Brad's cock up my hole and to feel up Justin while he got his cock sucked by Brad. Justin blocked Brad's view, so Brad was surprised when I lubed up his bare cock and lowered myself onto him. I moaned at how hot Brad's cock felt up my ass ... and what a hot view I had of Justin's butt and hot body. He turned around to see what I was up to behind him, and was surprised I was taking Brad's cock right there. It was erotic as hell to watch Brad suck on another poz cock, and I certainly enjoyed having his cock up my ass. Unfortunately, Brad's gag reflex had a problem with the ring in Justin's cock, so he had to back off it and just suck on the tip. Seeing what was going on, I said, "Let's switch positions ... I'll be able to take his big dick with no problem." Brad and Justin just looked at me and laughed as Brad remarked "My boyfriend the slut! Give the man what he wants." Justin took Brad's place on his back, I bent over to suck Justin's cock and Brad fucked me doggy style. Everyone was happy until Brad pulled out saying, "I'm getting too close. I don't want to cum yet." Justin said, "Yeah, I want to have a turn with Rob too." I moved off his cock and stood next to Justin who then reached over to my loose lubed butt and gave it a grab. I turned a little to give him easier access to my hole and he slid a finger up inside me. Brad and Justin got a little quiet and for a couple moments Brad and Justin looked at each other's eyes, and gave each other a slight nod. Brad said, "Yeah, Justin ... it's Rob's turn." Brad slid back on the bed to give us some space and watched while Justin worked my already-lubed hole with one finger, and then two fingers, and as he did so, Justin turned to Brad saying "Rob's ass feels amazing. No wonder you told me you love fucking him." Brad said, "Go ahead and give him a couple more fingers, he loosens right up." At that point I was bent over the bed just enjoying the amazing treatment Justin was giving my asshole. I was totally relaxed having him do what he wanted and Brad was playing with his cock watching Justin. Justin slid his four fingers out of my ass and slid his pierced poz cock inside me. Wow, he felt great. I love my boyfriend's eight inch cock but Justin's seven inch, fat cock was a whole different kind of great. "Yeah, fuck me," I urged Justin. Brad meanwhile was jacking his cock, taking in the scene, his cock rock hard. Clearly he was totally into watching me be get plowed by his poz friend. Justin bent over and whispered in my ear, "You get off on my hot poz cock, don't you?" Brad didn't notice Justin's question, but it had me rock hard. I didn't say anything at first, so Justin asked more loudly "You want that, huh?" Brad looked up at both of us and smiled when I answered "Yeah, fuck me ... give it to me! But first let me change positions!" We all started laughing and they both made room for me to get on my back with my legs in the air. Justin said, "Let me take a couple minutes ... Brad, you get back inside him." Justin pulled out of me and noticed a little redness on his cock. He realized his Prince Albert piercing was rubbing my asshole raw from the friction. We looked at each other and he was about to say something about it. I gazed into his eyes and slowly shook my head and whispered, "Don't say anything." Once his cock was inside me, Brad said, "Oh yeah, Rob has such a hot hole. God I love fucking his ass." "Yeah, I want this ... fuck me, Brad," I urged. As Brad fucked me, Justin kissed me, quietly saying "Rob, I'm going to help you get what you want." Brad looked at Justin saying "We're probably okay fucking him, since we're both undetectable." A strange look crossed Justin's face, which led Brad to ask "What's that look for?" In a slightly dull tone Justin answered "My doctor didn't like my blood panels, so he took me off my HIV meds two weeks ago. I thought I told you." Justin continued, "But don't worry about me. Fuck Rob's hot hole and shoot inside him!" There wasn't much room behind Brad and the wall, and Justin had a plan. He got off the bed and stood next to Brad, lightly tweaking his nipples. That drove Brad crazy and filled him with lust. Justin then moved behind Brad as he was fucking me and tweaked his nipples. Brad muttered "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" I grabbed Brad’s hips to pull his cock into my ass, and Justin lodged himself against the wall so that Brad couldn’t back away as Brad yelled, "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting." I was also shooting, but unlike Brad's load, my cum load blew all over my chest. It was likely the biggest load I've ever had. Fuck that was hot. After all this time with Brad, I finally got him to cum inside me - and I wanted it really bad. Poz cum just made it hotter. Brad's cum had nowhere to go, but inside my ravaged hole. And he was freaking out softly saying, almost to himself, "Oh my god, I came in you! Fuck! I don't want to poz you." "Hang on, honey, it'll be okay. A lot of guys don't get pozzed the first time they're bred! Come here...." Brad's cock was still in my hole and I pulled him towards me and kissed him many times, murmuring "Don't worry." He moved off me and laid down on the bed and Justin was there with a slight smirk. We both knew what he did for me, and I was grateful. "Can I get a hand here?" Justin asked. In the excitement, Brad and I hadn't helped Justin get off, and his cock needed to blow a load. "Yeah, I think I can help you out," I replied, turning to Brad and asking "Okay with you? I think it's Justin's turn." Brad looked at both of us and slowly nodded yes. I pulled Justin down to make out with him, and I could feel his poz cock grazing my thighs and balls. I reached down and aimed his cock inside my hole, easing his pierced poz cock inside me, my boyfriend's poz load the only lube. I announced with genuine excitement "Fuck, this is amazingly hot." Justin grinned as he slid in and out of my wrecked hole and asked "You really like this. Fuck, man, I never thought I'd ever get inside your hole." "Hell, yeah, man, this is amazing." In a slightly louder tone Justin asked "You want me to cum in you?" Mischievously I replied "Ask Brad if you can." Justin replied in a voice loud enough for the guys in the adjoining rooms could hear "It's not Brad's hole I'm breeding. Do you want my poz cum?" There was only one possible reply for me: "Fuck yeah, dude. Shoot your hot poz load into my ass!” Just then every muscle in Justin's body tensed up as a prelude to his hot load. He pounded my hole even harder, as if to force his virus into my body. Justin yelled, "You're such a cum slut, take my poz load." I could feel his cock unloading in my guts. The spasms triggered another orgasm for me. I was in heaven, as was Justin who collapsed on top of me, with his cock still lodged inside my hole. We hugged and kissed. Brad looked a little shell-shocked at what just took place. We all stretched out on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other just to hold on. I wasn't sure what was going through Brad's head, so when everyone caught their breath, I said, "That was amazing. I've wanted that for a long time. Thank you." Brad looked at me with a puzzled look. He said, "I had no idea ... you never talked to me about it or asked me for it." I asked, "Would you have bred me if I asked you to?" Just then, I felt Brad's cock start to get hard against my thigh. Brad said, "Justin and I hoped you would be okay with us just fucking you, but now, you'll have a lot more of our cum from now on." The three of us smiled, relieved about how the afternoon turned out. Brad got off the bed, his big poz hard on, pointing in my direction. I got up on all fours, and pointed my ass in his direction and my mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's cock was slightly funky, but I didn't care. It was my turn, and I got what I wanted.

Bruce, pictured here, has been after Matt's ass for years. For one reason or another, it never seemed to work out. However, this past weekend, Matt attended a club and happened to run into Bruce. The two began dancing together at the club. Eventually, Bruce went in for it feeling Matt's rock hard cock by shoving his hand in his pants. Matt responded by grabbing Bruce in for a kiss. After a lot of teasing Bruce suggested they leave the club. They didn't make it out of the parking lot before Matt was on Bruce's lap in the backseat of Matt's car. Matt ripped Bruce's pants down and began to suck on his 7" cock. Matt could taste the precum as it flowed down his waiting throat. After a bit of that, Bruce switched positions with Matt and began to suck Matt's 7" cock as well. Matt could feel his orgasm build as Bruce is an expert cocksucker. Matt tried to get Bruce to stop, but he didn't listen, and Matt shot his huge load down Bruce's throat and Bruce, of course, swallowed every drop of it. As the two began making out, Matt could taste his load on Bruce's lips. Matt began to position himself under Bruce, rubbing his ass on Bruce's wet, rock hard cock. Bruce murmured they shouldn't fuck, which confused Matt, considering how he'd heard Bruce talk about wanting his ass for a few years, so Matt persisted by pushing Bruce back into a sitting position and sucking his cock once again. Once he got Bruce's cock nice and wet, Matt leapt onto Bruce's lap and started grinding his hole against Bruce's cockhead. Bruce insisted on a condom, to which Matt laughed and said, simply, "I want your cum in my ass and you want to cum in my ass. That's what we're gonna do." As Bruce protested a bit more, Matt felt Bruce's head slip into his ass. Quickly, but with some difficulty, Matt took all seven inches into his hole. At this point, Bruce's shallow protests stopped, and instead he groaned in pleasure, as did Matt. The two resumed making out as Bruce was now thrusting up into Matt who was riding Bruce's cock like a pro. Eventually, Matt was on his back, legs wrapped around Bruce, begging to get fucked harder. As Bruce pounded Matt's ass, the car windows fogged up. Bruce grunted he was getting close and that he was going to pull out, but Matt responded by wrapping his legs tightly around Bruce, and, with even more enthusiasm, worked his ass up and down on Bruce's cock. Finally, Bruce blurted-out "I can't cum in you. I'm poz!" but Matt kept riding. Again Bruce reiterated "I'm poz, Matt! You don't want me to cum in you!" but Matt grabbed Bruce, kissed him and said, "Do you see me stopping? Shoot your hot poz cum in my ass!" Bruce, still struggling with the decision, tried once more but finally succumbed. Bruce said he was about to shoot and Matt said to "Give me that poz cum! Fill my slutty ass with it!" And with that instruction, Bruce buried his cock balls deep and shot his poz cum deep inside of Matt's ass. Matt kept working Bruce's cock to work the poz load deeper in his gut. Bruce looked at Matt, shocked and couldn't believe Matt not only took it, but wanted it. After thinking about it, Bruce smiled and asked Matt if he wanted some more....

My Name is Mikey 2.0 – Happy 18th, You’re a Man Now: For a long time, my first clear memory was being in the back of Pa’s camper/RV while some truck driver drooled tobacco spit out of his mouth, down his beard and onto my chest as he shot his cum in my ass. He climbed off me, shuffled toward to the front of the RV while he pulled up his pants as another man came through the curtain, dropped his pants, shoved his uncut dick in me and started to fuck using the other guy’s cum for lube. That’s the way it’s been for a long time now as Pa has driven around the South, hitting truck stops, camp grounds, mall parking lots, anyplace with a free spot to park and horny men looking to fuck. In between these pit stops, Pa and Brett would keep my ass and mouth full of their big raw dicks, hot cum, chemmed up piss. and my special vitamin shots. Pa says they have to keep my ass trained, keep them happy, and take my shots no matter how much I hate the needles. They always call me Sis, I guess short for sissy or sister since that’s what I seem to be for them, but now I know, my real name is Mikey. The nightmares never made any sense to me. It wasn’t monsters or anything, but people I had never seen, places I had never been, things I had never felt all coming at me at once. I would wake up shaking, breathing hard and sweating like I had just outrun the cops after Brett and I had swiped something from a store. I know those aren’t really nightmares now, but memories of who I used to be and my life before – my life before I became Sis. Maybe my vitamin shots don’t work anymore, or maybe whatever it was Curtis and Pa did to me has worn off somehow. I don’t know. Either way, I remember now, some things anyways. I was on a summer missionary trip with a bunch of other kids from the East Coast and we were heading to south Texas to work on a Christian school that had been devastated by a big storm. We had been on the road for almost 24 hours and during that time my 18th birthday had come and gone. Finally our church bus pulled into the campground outside Pascagoula, Mississippi, and just after lunch everyone gathered around to sing me happy birthday. There was no cake, but a box of Twinkies and some other things, and as I stood off to the side licking the last of the frosting from my fingertips I remember seeing Brett for the first time. He was standing about 20 feet away wearing a holey pair of denim shorts that were frayed, faded, and hanging low on his hips. I couldn’t help but stop and stare as he leaned against that tree, casually smoking a cigarette and with his other hand reaching up through the leg of his short’s to scratch his balls. When he did, the head of his dick peaked out, just as shiny and glistening as his tan body was. In shock, I quickly looked around me to see if anyone else saw this, but everyone was focused on setting up our camp. Brett left his dick head exposed as he continued to smoke his cigarette, and while I stared, my own dick got hard, and I quickly grabbed a beach towel and held it in front of me to hide my shame. Brett was smiling at me, tilted his head and nodded, dropped his cigarette in the sand and started to walk away. He walked about 10 feet, stopped, turned, tilted his head again, then turned towards a low-slung building far off to the right through the trees – the bathrooms farthest away from my campsite. My heart beat wildly as I found one of my church councilors, said I had to go use the bathroom, and took off at a trot following the footprints left in the sand by the blond headed, blue eyed bad boy. I stopped just outside the open door marked MEN and tried to calm myself. I nervously looked around to double check if there was anyone else nearby and when I saw the coast was clear, with shaking legs I stepped into the dim room. The Gulf Coast heat made the bathroom hot and stifling. The floor was dirty, there were bugs, and frankly it seemed to be a glorified outhouse. As my eyes adjusted, I cautiously walked deeper in, past a couple open stalls, past a couple beat-up-looking washers and dryers, and then nearing the back shower area I saw him. Brett was standing tall, one hand out against the wall, the other holding another cigarette. I stopped, not sure what to say or do, but Brett took his hand off the wall, slid the frayed leg of his shorts up to once again show me his big, long dick. I cautiously walked over, reached out, and gently touched the skin. His dick was hot and felt like it was burning and I flinched. Brett laughed, coughing out smoke as he did. “It ain’t gonna bite you – damn!” he said, “Go on, touch it.” I slowly reached back out, Brett hiked his shorts up a little higher, and I wrapped a full hand around the shaft of his dick, feeling it pulse and swell in my grip. “AAAHHHH, yeah, stroke it,” Brett sighed. I looked up into his shockingly blue eyes, his scruffy blond hair, and as I stroked him his crooked smile showed the sexiest set of dimples. I guessed he was a couple years older than me and abruptly my admiration was broken as Brett asked, “How old are you anyways? Who’s that you’re with? How long are you staying? Don’t stop stroking it man, keep going, feel how big it gets.” I gulped as I looked down and saw he was right, his dick continued to grow in my hand as I slowly stroked it. “Umm,” I said at almost a whisper, “I just turned 18 and am with my church. We’re just here for the night as…Ummm…well.” Brett’s dick was now fully hard and throbbing. “18? That’s good. Real good. Even though the age of consent here in Mississippi is 16 – well you being 18 just makes shit a whole lot easier now. Suck it for me,” Brett said. I paused my stroking, “Do you have any condoms?” I asked. Brett laughed, “No, fuck no man. Only sissies need to use condoms, and I ain’t no sissy, so come on, get on your knees, just taste it.” I swallowed hard, my throat felt dry, I knew it was not right to suck a dick without a condom on it. We had talked about that in Sex-Ed class at school. I was still debating in my head what to do when Brett tossed his still lit cigarette onto the floor, reached down, grabbed my trunks, yanked them down and set my own dick free. I tried to step back in surprise and shock as Brett quickly knelt and in one motion grabbed my hips and swallowed my dick. HOLY FUCK! I had never been sucked before and this was beyond anything I had ever imagined. I couldn’t say a word and tried to back up, but Brett’s mouth was like a vacuum on my dick and within seconds I started to shake as I cummed in his mouth – and he drank it all. Brett stood up, wiped his mouth, gave me that crooked smile, and said, “OK, since I did it for you, you got to do it for me now, OK? Just like that.” I nodded, still unsure, got on my knees, feeling the sand and the hard concrete floor push into my skin, reached out and stared in wonder at the long dick now facing me. Brett unbuttoned his shorts, let them drop to the floor, stepped out of them, and now stood in front of me totally naked. He didn’t have a tan line at all, and I found that almost as shocking as the size of his dick. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and waited. I flinched a little and squinted my eyes shut even tighter as Brett’s dick gently touched my lips and he ran the head back and forth, coating my mouth with his precum and letting me get my first taste. Instinctively I flicked my tongue out and began to lick his dick head like a lollypop, which he seemed to like as he moaned a little. My dick was hard again so I reached down with my right hand and began jerking it as I tasted Brett’s dick. “Open your mouth wider, that’s it, put your lips over your teeth, good, stay just like that, let me push it in a little,” Brett encouraged. The sensation was so strange and the first few times he rammed my tongue I gagged a little, Brett laughed, but told me it was OK, I was doing good, and I was making him feel real good. I liked that. I liked knowing I was making this guy feel good and kept going and tried to follow his directions. Brett had his hands on my shoulders and had pushed a little more of his dick in my mouth when I heard voices and immediately pulled away and scurried into the shadows of the shower stalls and tried to pull up my shorts. I looked up and Brett shook his head, put a finger to his mouth to say SSHHH, waved his dick at me, and as we listened to the men use the urinals out front, Brett pushed his dick back in my mouth, a little more forcefully this time. I tried to push Brett away as I was sure the guys would hear us as it seemed their voices were coming back towards us, but Brett held my head tight now, shoved his dick as far back as it would go, and I gagged and choked as he began to cum in my mouth. Brett pumped his first load into my mouth and I was repulsed and crazed for more at the same time. His dick flooded my mouth and quivered on my tongue like a fish out of water with each spurt of his load. When he had finished, Brett let go of my head and stepped back, his dick slick now in the dim light with spit and cum. I looked up, licked my lips, took my right hand and wiped my face trying to remove any trace of what had just happened. I guess the men had gone and watched as Brett casually walked over to his shorts, fished around in his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and stood there in all his naked glory, his dick still twitching and leaking. I reached my hand out and Brett laughed, “Oh yeah, you’re a natural cum sissy ain’t you? That’s good, watch me stroke it a little and get it close in no time and I will feed you some more.” I was hypnotized as I kneeled on the dirty shower floor watching Brett smoke his cigarette and jack his dick and then his voice echoed off the cinder block walls, “GET READY, I’M GONNA SHOOT AGAIN, OPEN YOUR MOUTH, OPEN YOUR MOUTH, UGHHHH…GRRR…SWALLOW IT SISSY.” I gulped and burped and slobbed on his dick as I slurped up every drop and continued to try to suckle him as he laughed, pushed me back and said, “Ease up, ease up. You want some more? I’ll give you more. Meet me back here tonight at 11:00, can you do that? You best get back now. Remember, 11:00.” I was still on my knees as Brett pulled his shorts on and left. My own dick was dripping so I quickly jerked off and watched my own load glob up the shower drain before oozing through the dirty grate. No one at camp seemed to have noticed I had been gone and so I dived back in to help get things set up, unpacked, cleaned, whatever was needed, anything to take my mind off what had just happened. We all gathered for our cookout dinner, had Bible study, sang a few songs and I couldn’t help but keep looking around to see if Brett was watching us again. Lights out came and I knew I would have no problem staying awake as I was so excited, and nervous too, and kept shining my flashlight onto my watch to check the time and resisted the urge to jerk off even though my dick was hard as hell. Finally it was almost time, so I stuffed my duffle bag under the sheet on my air mattress hoping it would fool anyone who looked in, quietly unzipped my tent, and just as I rounded the back of the bus to head through the trees to the restroom I was stopped by one of the church councilors who was sitting on a cooler, reading by flashlight. I quickly grabbed my stomach, said I did not feel well and continued on my way, scared as shit and excited beyond belief as I could almost taste more cum. The door to the bathroom was closed now and I thought maybe they had locked it, but a gentle push and the squeaky hinges gave way and let me in. The bathroom seemed even hotter than it was earlier in the day and the lone light bulb barely pierced the darkness beyond the doorway. I slowly closed the door and took a step towards the showers where I had met Brett before. I could hear the sound of muffled voices and was not sure what to do. Was someone else here? Maybe I should leave. Just as I turned to go there was Brett, still with nothing on but his ratty shorts. “Hey cum sissy, glad you made it. I knew you would. Here, take a hit of this,” Brett said as he handed me a lit, hand rolled cigarette. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said. Brett laughed, “This ain’t no cigarette. This is weed. You ain’t never smoked weed? Damn! You are fresh aren’t you. Here, watch me, how I suck in deep like into your guts, don’t just suck it into your throat like sipping a straw, suck it deep, hold it, then you try.” My eyes darted between the fire of the joint to the shadows of his shorts. When Brett exhaled he blew the smoke at me, squinted, laughed, then held the joint out for me. I shook my head and said, “No, I can’t. I mean, what if….” Brett stepped back and said in a firm voice, “Look. No one comes over here. You want some more dick right? So take it. Try it once. Come on. Then if you don’t like it, OK.” Against my better judgment I took the joint, tried to imitate what Brett had done, and the burn in my throat made me cough and choke. Brett wrapped his arm around my shoulder and guided me towards the back, “Don’t worry. You’ll get it. Not bad for your first try. Come on.” I let Brett lead me towards the showers in the back and I stopped short when we turned the corner and there was a man sitting on one of the washers, his feet resting on a large, metal cleaning bucket. Like Brett, he just had on a pair of shorts, but was thicker built, taller, mustached, longer hair, and a hairy body. He kicked the bucket towards me, hopped down off the washer, and said, “Sit.” I looked at Brett who gave me that crooked smiled and squeezed my shoulder to reassure me. I sat on the overturned bucket and nervously clasped my hands together in front of me as I looked from Brett to the new guy. Brett handed me the joint again and both men stood over me, watching, as I took another hit. I didn’t cough this time and was proud of myself, but the new guy said, “Do it again.” So I did. I handed the joint back to Brett and frankly did not feel all that different, but as I sat on the bucket and watched Brett and the other guy hit the joint too I could not help but be fascinated by the hair on the guy’s chest and suddenly his muscles seemed so big. I reached up and ran my hand across the fur line running up from out his crotch and over his torso. He and Brett both laughed as he said, “Oh yeah. Sissy here is baked. You feeling it? Come on, open your mouth, let’s get started.” I could only stare in wonder as he dropped his shorts and a dick that was even longer and thicker than Brett’s hung there. Brett said, “You’ll like how Pa’s cum tastes. It’s the best ever.” I scooted the bucket forward a few inches so I could get a closer look and as I reached out to guide his fat uncut dick towards my mouth he stepped back and said through the clenched teeth holding the joint, “Grab that bucket, and come on. Let’s go in the back.” I couldn’t seem to find the bucket handle, so Brett laughed and grabbed it for me and I followed them into the deep dark recesses of the shower area, the only light now created by the dim gray showing through the high window slits and the lighted joint. I plopped down on the bucket and Pa immediately stuffed my mouth with ripe dick. I had never sucked someone who was uncut and was fascinated by his foreskin. I rolled it back and savagely cleaned the head with my tongue and lips as Pa bent his knees, grabbed my head, and began thrusting his dick down my throat. “A good sissy needs to know how to take all the dick. I don’t want your tongue, I want your THROAT, so open up now, let me feel those tears as you choke on this dick.” I was trying to push him away and scoot back at the same time with no success. The pressure on my head increased as Pa gripped my head and moved his hips while pressing forward. “That’s it, good sissy, feel that? Feel how your throat is full of my dick? That’s the way it should be, now focus and keep that throat open.” I could only get little snorts of breath in between Pa forcing his dick down my throat. My fingers were digging into his sides as I tried to fight and hold on at the same time, but he didn’t care. It hurt so bad and at the same time I wanted more. The snot, tears, and spit flowed while I tried to focus on opening my throat like he said, but I really didn’t know how to do that. In frustration Pa pulled his dick out, leaving me gasping, as he stepped back and asked Brett for the joint. I sat on the bucket panting, Pa leaned against the wall while hitting the joint, and Brett now tried to get his dick in my mouth. “No, hold off,” Pa said, “I have a better idea.” I looked up as Pa bent down, looked me directly in the eyes, and blew his pot smoke into my face. “What would your little church buddies say if they knew what you were in here doing? I bet they would not like it one bit would they sissy. Look at my fucking dick. You got me all worked up here and I got a ball sac of cum just aching to get out. You ever been fucked? No? Jesus fucking Christ. A virgin? Well you’re 18 so he tells me and that means you’re a man, so we’re going to take care of that right now. Stand up and here, hit this again.” I stood up but started to back away, “I think…I better…go…I…” Brett was behind me in a flash pushing me back towards Pa who grabbed my arm hard and sneered, “One more fucking step and Brett goes and tells them all.” Pa sat on the overturned bucket, watched as I hit the joint twice more, I handed it back to him, he smiled, blew his smoke my way then handed the joint to Brett. “Turn around,” Pa said. So I did and he pulled me back towards him, spread my cheeks and rammed his tongue into my hole. I gasped. I had never had my ass eaten and my whole body felt like I had just stuck my finger in a light socket. I leaned forward, Pa spread my cheeks wide and slurped and tongued my ass as Brett positioned his dick in front of my mouth and I tasted again his sweaty meet. After a few minutes Pa came up for air and said, “Just like a fucking peach ripe for picking. Stay like that, Brett, come back here. You know what to do.” Brett and Pa switched positions, Pa wrapped his muscular left arm around the back of my neck, covered my mouth with his right hand, began to nibble on my ear and said, “This is what sissys are made for.” I started to struggle as Pa’s grip tightened and I was held against his body. I felt a sharp pain in my ass and tried to turn and cried out as I realized Brett was pushing his dick into my hole. My cries of NO NO NO were lost in Pa’s meaty, calloused hands. With my head held tight against his chest and no chance of running, Pa growled, “Fuck this sissy.” I slumped a little against Pa’s body as the pain overwhelmed me and Brett ensured I was a virgin no more. There was no pleasure in this at all, only white hot pain, and my foggy brain had a hard time processing exactly what was happening. I don’t know how long Pa held me like that but he growled louder, “CUM IN THAT ASS. FUCK THAT HOLE, USE THAT SISSY CUNT, YEAH SHOOT THAT POZ LOAD UP THAT VIRGIN ASS!” Brett wrapped his arms part way around my stomach and pushed me tighter against Pa as he grunted, his pace quickened, and with every tremble I knew – knew he had just cummed in me and knew he had given me a charged load. I began to cry. My whole body convulsed with sobs as Pa continued to hold me tight and Brett worked his cum up my torn ass. Pa kept whispering in my ear, “Shhh sissy, it’s OK now, that’s what sissy cunts are made for, shhh sissy, shhh.” Brett’s dick softened to the point where it slid out of my ass much to his reluctance as he said, “SHIT,” when it did. Pa suddenly let go of me, I dropped like a stone to the dirty concrete floor, Pa then grabbed me by the hips lifting me onto my hands and knees as he squatted behind me and started slapping my ass with his weapon of a dick. Brett slid the bucket over and sat in front of me as Pa pushed me forward so my arms were on Brett’s legs and his hand was over my mouth like Pa’s had been. I looked up at Brett, my eyes pleading with him, but he just gave me that crooked little smile and said, “You got a nice ass.” My body slumped, Pa gripped my hips tight and started to try to push his dick in my freshly fucked hole. I tried to wiggle away and he slapped my ass hard, gripped my hips so tight it felt like he was ripping my skin off, and started to push his dick inside of me. My cries and sobs exploded as Pa’s monster dick wound its way into my ass and my body shook in pain and agony. “FUCK YEAH SISSY THAT CUNT IS TIGHT,” he growled. As the pain exploded through my body a frightened voice echoed through the darkened room, “STOP THAT, STOP RIGHT NOW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MIKEY? MIKEY? LET HIM GO THIS INSTANT.” Brett quickly let go of me, scooted back on the bucket and as my body dropped flat to the floor, Pa’s big, raw dick was ripped from my hole, making me scream. I turned my head and in glow of the lonely flashlight he was holding I could see my church councilor who had been sitting on the cooler. It was like a slow motion movie as I could see his hands shaking, the look of fear, disgust, and more on his face – but mostly disgust as he looked right at me – and then Pa moved liked some dude in an action flick, grabbed the bucket, took three long strides towards my councilor and WHAM WHAM hit my councilor on the left side of the head. It seemed to take a long time for my councilor to fall and before he did, his eyes met mine and again, all I saw was disgust. Pa dropped the bucket and snarled, “Time to go.” I lay on the floor as Pa and Brett found their shorts and pulled them up. Pa had no problem lifting me off the floor, but as soon as he stood me up I dropped right back down. “Fuck it,” he snarled and snatched me up like nothing and tossed me over his right shoulder as he and Brett walked out of the restroom and I watched the light from the flashlight reflect off the knocked out face of my councilor. Brett and Pa were running now and even carrying me Pa moved fast. We went up a couple steps and as Pa carried me towards the back I saw Brett fumble with a big set of keys, jump into the drivers seat, and start up the RV we had climbed into. He called back, “Shit, I got to go unplug the connectors.” Pa yelled right in my ear, “Fuck, just drive. We got to go now.” The RV rumbled to life as Brett hit the gas, Pa dropped me on the bed in the back, then jumped up beside me and parted the blinds to look out the back window as the sound of shearing wood and broken metal joined the chorus of bugs in the night. Tires gripped the gravel road and soon a large jolt to the right marked our entry onto the local highway. Pa leaned back against the window, shook his head, “Fuck, that was some shit huh?” then scooted off and went up front to speak with Brett. I moved to the far corner of the bed, tucked my legs up and held myself as I tried to process what had just happened. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. I started to cry again. I couldn’t help it. It just came out and so I rested my head against my knees and let the sobs come. The smell of weed intruded and I looked up to find Pa naked, dick hard, standing in the doorway, swaying slightly back and forth with the motion of the RV, hitting a fresh joint. He smiled, sat down on the bed, offered me the joint and said, “Here, come on now, I had no choice did I. You saw how he looked at you. He knew what you were – what you are – what do you think he would have done?” I shook my head, trying not to think about any of it and shakily took the joint and did a couple long hits. I laid my head back into the corner, closed my eyes, and realized I just wanted to go to sleep. Pa sat on the bed, “Here, give me that.” He took the joint, put it out in a full, dirty ashtray sitting on the built in nightstand, leered at me and snarled, “Get the fuck over here and suck my dick!” How could he ask me that? After all I had been through? I shook my head, which really pissed him off. Pa’s left hand flew out, grabbed my ankle, and with no effort at all he dragged me forward on the bed, grabbed both of my wrists, flung me onto my stomach and laid on top of me. His body was hot, comforting, and slicked with sweat. As Pa nibbled on my ear I inhaled the smell from his armpits, his musk, and felt his hard dick nudging at my ass. I realized too late what he was doing now and this time as Pa drove his dick into my ass there was no need to cover my mouth to hide my cries and screams while he whispered in my ear, “FUCKING GOOD SISSY CUNT. YOU’RE MY SISSY NOW. I’M NEVER GOING TO LET YOU GO, BREED YOU FOREVER.”

My boyfriend and I have been together for seven years now and what a change those years have brought. I'm 30 now and still described as a little Puerto Rican muscle boy. I'm five and a half feet tall, and weigh in at 185 pounds, with a 46" chest 32" waist and 17 1/2" biceps and a beer can thick uncut seven inches. A real little fireplug. My BF is ten years older and the total opposite: he is six feet tall, a blond blue eyed German with a lean muscular body and a beautiful cut nine inch dick. When we first met I was a total top but through the years we've somewhat changed (with the help of a few of his buddies), and now I'm almost a total bottom and he's the vers top. We've had an open relationship for about three years now which is what led to us both getting pozzed. It started out with threesomes because the bf really gets off on watching me get fucked (usually safe) and sucking dick and swallowing loads of course. Of late it has also involved bondage with me being hand cuffed or tied up and getting used by one or two guys before my partner took his turn. He rarely gets fucked anymore but will join in and suck dick when he's really turned on, if only to keep the waiting tops hard enough to get a condom on and fuck me. He has let a few guys put a raw dick in me with the understanding that they'll pull out and cum in my mouth. He's been the only one allowed to cum in my ass. This is where the problem started. Our agreement up until last week had been that we only fooled around together or, if I was to do it alone, I would tell him all about it in detail and even take pics or video if I could, and I could NEVER let the guy cum in my ass. Last week the boyfriend was out of town for days and I was horny as hell so I trolled Craigslist for a while until I found what I thought was the perfect match: a black body builder, a total top, six three in height, 250 pounds of muscle with a thick 11 1/2" piece of meat. He specifically stated he couldn't host, and preferred it RAW and nasty. When I responded, he sent me a link to his online profile. Once I saw his pics I was hard and dripping at the thought of worshiping his cock. I send him a few photographs of me. He responded saying he wanted to split open my ass. I sat nervously in the apartment waiting...especially since I've never had a guy over when my boyfriend wasn't there. I just couldn't help myself at the thought of pushing my limits with that gigantic ebony tool. I asked my date beforehand if I could set up the webcam to take video for my boyfriend. He replied he was fine with a webcam, as long as he could wear a leather hood to hide his identity. As far as I was concerned that only made it hotter. I was so excited I was pacing back and forth in the apartment waiting for the downstairs buzzer to ring but the phone rag instead and it was my 'date' asking me to buzz him in and leave the door unlocked. He went further telling me I should go into the bedroom strip naked and kneel at the end of the bed with my eyes closed and wait for him to get into his gear in the other room. Of course I did as I was told. There I was on my knees in my OUR bedroom naked with the webcam on waiting on my knees with my hands behind my back waiting to be cuffed and used by a total stranger. What had I gotten myself into? I heard the bedroom door open then a giant hand grab my arm and put the cuffs on me. A deep rough voice commanded "Open your eyes, boy, and get ready to take a few loads." There he was towering in front of me: the most beautiful black muscle god I had ever seen. He was wearing a leather hood with slits for his eyes and mouth. He was also wearing a black leather jock with a removable pouch. He walk toward me and ripped off the pouch exposing his already growing monster meat and grabbed the back of my head and said "Take it all, NOW, and get me hard with the back of your throat." With that he thrust the huge shaft all the way into my open mouth until I choked and gasped for air. I was being throat-fucked like an episode of gag-the-fag and he just kept pounding away and getting off on me drooling and choking and my eyes tearing up. After five or ten minutes he commented "Damn boy, I'm gonna shoot the first load down your faggot throat and you'd better swallow every drop and and then keep sucking and get ready for the second load in your little muscle butt." Then it suddenly happened....torrents of cum hitting the back of my throat while he pushed in as far as he could go while screaming " swallow every drop bitch " . He told told me to keep my mouth on it so he'd stay hard. After a few minutes he started to go soft so I sucked harder and he told me to ease off as he had to piss. I tried to pull off, but he grabbed the back of my head again and said "Start swallowing, son. You're my new urinal." I had no choice but to swallow it all down. Naturally I did my best not to miss a drop. He never withdrew his cock from my mouth but instead told me to keep sucking "...'cause I'm gonna fuckin' breed your ass soon as I'm rock hard again." That word " breed " had me scared but also rock hard at the same time. Was I so horny and turned on I was gonna let this total stranger cum in my ass? What if he was diseased of even POZ? What could I do? He was now rock hard now and pulled me up off my knees and dragged me onto the bed where he secured me to the bed posts, explaining he wanted me on my back with legs up so he could look into my eyes while he pounded my ass. He was surprisingly gentle for a moment as he stroked my cheek and put two pillows under my ass to prop it into position. Condoms and lube were on the night table so he grabbed the lube and started getting my ass ready with one finger, then two and finally three. Then, when he was hard again, he sat on my chest, positioned himself to fuck my throat, taking a few plunges into my mouth. Already I could taste his thick gooey precum. Then he pulled out and got back down between my legs and with one thrust went balls deep into my pre-lubed ass. It was a good thing it was the middle of the day and none of the neighbors were home to hear my scream. He put his hand over my mouth and told me he was just going to keep his dick right there for a minute or two until I got used to it. When he uncovered my mouth I begged him to pull out and put on a condom. He just laughed and told me those regular size ones would just break anyway. He then started to slowly pull back and go in again not pulling out too far and it was starting to feel great..that huge raw dick in me: that huge raw dick that could be POZ. It was starting to feel great but I was also scared so I finally blurted out "Are you neg or poz?" He kissed me sweetly and whispered in my ear "Yeah, I'm POZ but I won't cum in you unless you want it " I was too shocked to speak as he fucked me deeper. Was it too late already? Had his precum dripping into me already infected me? His rhythm was slow and steady now, a little further out with each thrust and then harder and deeper as he pounded away at my insides. I was so wrapped up in the moment, which combined pleasure, fear and animal lust. I thought I heard the front door open but I wasn't sure as I was focused on the man whose cock was deeper in me than anyone had ever gone before. Then, without warning he removed the mask to reveal a movie star handsome face. As he slowly worked my hole he said "I want you to see who I am and look into my eyes before you decide if you want my DNA inside you for ever." I heard a noise in the doorway and had been right about hearing a key in the lock. There was my boyfriend standing all of six feet distant, wearing nothing but a smile and a fully erect member. He came closer to us and said to me "So what's your answer? Do you want his load or not?" With that he leaned over and kissed the black god who was fucking me on the cheek and said " Hi Sam, how's it going? If my boy answers 'yes', do you think you have another load in you for me? It might as well be all or nothing." Stay tuned.

I knew nothing, at least not as much as I thought. I had been meeting up with some guys met on various websites for porn getting naked and buzzed. That some of them used drugs a bit harder than just weed like me I knew, but never really thought about much. We all clicked and it was always great fun. Usually I left after an hour or so, Sat nites were usually an all nite thing tho. Last time, there after midnight, a rig was brought out. One of the guys mixed up a batch and gave it to a cute young guy...I watched it flush pink and then saw it go into his arm. Then the elastic was released. Almost instantly It seemed to hit him, obviously he was in ecstasy. Someone pointed out how hard my dick was, and I blushed, unaware until then how my heart was pounding too."You need to try this"...I was told. A joint was lit and handed to me, I drew in deeply as a new rig was produced and a new batch of drug mixed...told to lay flat on the carpet cuz this was my first slam I did so, and felt apprehensive as the surgical tubing was looped around my arm above the elbow...The needle came. Poking it into my by now raised and slightly throbbing vein it was pushed in..a slight pain...until he was well into the vein. Drawing back the plunger I saw my blood...my tissue...mixing with the drug in the barrel with a swirling red and pink mix. The plunger was pushed and the mix disappeared into my arm and I could feel the veins distend from the pressure...the elastic was removed and the rest of the shot rushed in as the plunger bottomed. The needle was jerked out and a thin trickle of blood escaped, a hand clamped over the injection site. But my head was swimming, my heart pounded. Instantly I felt warm and flushed. In a minute or so I looked down to see what had been a big hardon shrivel into a small little nub, but the sensation on my cock was still very real. A cock was put on my lips and greedily I sucked it in. My ass seemed to be throbbing too, in a way I had not before known. Rolling up onto my knees and elbows with forehead on the carpet I remember saying "OH MY GOD"....someone said "fuck him!"and I said yessss....the throbbing in my ass was begging for something. Quickly lube was produced and a hard cock made ready and driven home. I have bottomed before but this time it seemed like what I was made for. Feeling that cock buried deep inside I rode it like mad. He came, and another was driven in. This one was much bigger, and I looked down at my own shriveled dick as a big gob of cum gushed out as the new man bottomed out his erection in me. My elbows and forehead were raw from carpet burns but I only knew the pleasure of being fucked. He came in great gusts and bellowed as he did so. watching my cock and balls go back and forth with his thrusts struck me as funny. Another cock was pushed against my lips and I took it in and worked it, as a new cock was pushed into my by now well cum lubed hole. Soon he came too, as did the cock in my throat. Only about an hour had passed since the slam. And I was well on my way to becoming what ever lay ahead in life. Inserted from <http://bugshare.net/cgi-bin/discus/board-auth.cgi?lm=1242337327&file=/2063/282087.html>

This is a follow-up or continuation of my post about my vacation Pig vacation for an athletic jock bttm whore. A few weeks ago I was on vacation in Ft Lauderdale from a Wednesday to the following Friday, so more than a week, and I planned to have sex most of the time. The first Wednesday night out I had ended up at a sex club bottoming for all kinds of guys, servicing any and all who wanted action. I was one of the few guys there under 30 and at 5-8 and 150, I got lots of good hard use. I met John, a top who watched me and encouraged me towards the end of the night and as we were all getting ready to leave around 4am, he barked at me, "So boy, you look like my kind of pig slut. You gotta be anywhere? Work? Poz? Neg?" I told him, "Nope, got a flight next Tuesday so available all weekend. And just tested neg." We continued to walk out and he said, "Follow me" and got on his phone, "Hey it's John. Gotta good neg bottom for you. Yeah he got his ass used good. Took loads from everyone here, all the biggest dicks. Yeah, even Derrick. Cool. I'll drop him off. Gotta rest for work tomorrow." Arriving at his car we got in and he started questioning me about where I was staying and my limits. I told him I had a ratty hotel room in a bad section of town and that I couldn't set any limits and would try to service tops as best as I could. "Good boy, we're going to have fun. Such a hot little slut. I'm going to drop you off at a buddy's place where you are gonna service him and his friends while I sleep and get ready for work." He drove quickly over the empty morning streets and continued, "I'll pick you up in a few hours on my way to work and drop you off at the bathhouse. I'm gonna make sure your hot cunt gets used constantly. Nothing better than seeing a nice hole like your's get turned inside out and gaping big. Love that. Will even make sure you get fisted several times a day for the next week." "Yes sir" I said and thought Oh fuck. I prided myself on having a hole loose enough to easily take any cock any time, but still tight and enjoyable for tops. But knowing my place was to obey any tops, I couldn't disagree and knew it would happen eventually anyway. I knew I was destined to get used hard so might as well have fun doing it. We were driving now on a slummy street with lots of little run-down houses with cars and car parts littering the yards and into the streets. We pulled up to the dumpiest house on the still dark street and John said, "Strip. And leave your wallet and phone with me. Go inside, Mike is waiting." I looked at him and hesitated and he asked, "You want this, slut? No going back. I want you to submit entirely and you know you want it. I saw how you were servicing EVERY cock in the club. Licking your ass scum off the fingers and cocks that came out of your ass. Saw you with your head in the nasty filthy club toilet while you were getting fucked in the bathroom. Like a good lil piggy." He was right. I pulled off my shirt and thumbed my mesh shorts and jock over my sneakers and put my wallet, phone and room key and made a pile the floor his car. He said, "Sneakers too." and glanced at the clock that read 4:40 A.M. and added, "I'll be back to pick your sorry ass up around 11 A.M. Now get going." I shut the door and padded up barefoot to the house where a thick tattooed muscle bear opened the door. "Get in here, naked pig slut. Prepare to be used." And he added, "Fuck hot pig" while looking me over like a peice of meat. "Follow me." I followed him back to a playroom with a couch and coffee table, sling, bench, tall butcher table and lots of toys and things I didn't recognize. MiIke pushed me up against a wall and said "Spread 'em. Let me see that hole. Yeah that's right, full of dirty cum. Nice." As I stood, spread and slightly bent over, he dug around with his fingers and coated them with some of the cum deposited and leaking from my ass and pushed his fingers to my face and I sucked them and tasted the dirty cum. "Good boy. Now grab that dildo and sit on it in front of the coffee table." I looked at the giant dildo he was referring to and shuddered. It was the kind that sat firmly on its own on the floor. "Your gonna fuck yourself with that while you suck my dick and we party." As he sat down on the couch, I grabbed the giant dildo and moved it onto the floor in front of him. As I maneuvered the dildo, I used my spit and the cum deposited in my ass as lube and squatted over the giant dildo in front of Mike, who got comfortable on the couch and prepared a glass pipe and lit it. I was still working the dildo in, pushing the wide head against my battered and sore hole when he pulled me to his face and blew his smoke into my mouth. I saw what was coming and exhaled prior so I'd have plenty of room to take in his smoke. Soon my ass gave way and I sunk down on the dildo. I repositioned my legs from my feet to my knees and Mike said "That's it. Take it all the way down. Keep going." I sank almost all the way to the floor, taking at its thickest point, probably about four inches wide. I leaned forward a little bit to take his thick pierced cock into my mouth while trying to keep my ass moving on the dildo. I'm not a huge fan of dildos but I was high and loved the full feeling and wanted to please Mike. I slobbered all over his hot dick and my hands roamed around his thick tatted muscles. Mike prepared a popper rag, spraying liberally and covered my face with it. Pressing it hard, he said "Breath it in bitch, I want you in heat." My head was soon spinning and he reached under me and started to shove his sharp finger-nailed fingers into my ass along with the giant dildo. I was soon a pig possessed. "Fuck yeah, ruin my hole, tear it open." I rode the dildo harder, battering my hole against his fingers. After a while, Mike lit up his pipe and we continued our high. I'm not sure how much time had passed while I fucked my hole raw and deep before Mike found another dildo, even wider with brutal looking knobs all over it. While I was working the new dildo in and out of my hole, high as a kite, I heard more voices and realized more guys had arrived. Before I had a chance to see any of them, I was pushed up against a wall and a nice big hard dick slipped easily into my hole.The guy man-handling me was much bigger, 6'3" or more and I had to stand legs straight for him to be comfortable in my ass. With his dick still deep in my hole, he directed me around back over to the dildos I had had deep in my hole and the new guy said "I wanna see the piggy clean off the dildos he's been using. Looks like lots of ass juice and flavor there." Naturally I did my best to scarf up the juices covering the dildos. The room was rather dark but I could definintaly taste blood from my hole. The new guy was fucking me harder, "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna breed ya neg pig boy" and I felt his cock jerk and spasm in my ass. Hours passed as they abused my holes and I tried to service their cocks and soon I could tell it was well into Thursday. I hadn't slept all night, my throat and ass were battered and sore, I didn't have any clothes, ID, wallet or phone and was completely dependent on John. Mike and his friends had all cum at least once and I was cleaning off some cock. I had been partying enough that I was up for anything. John arrived and came into the party room and said to me, "Let's go pig, you've got more cocks to service" and threw my mesh shorts at me. I slipped them on, thanked the guys, and followed John out to his car. The hot Florida mid-day sun warmed my naked shoulders and I laughed to myself how high I was and how slutty I felt on a random Thursday morning. I got in the car and put my sneakers and shirt on and John handed me my phone and told me to go online and put an ad out saying I'd be at the bathhouse all day taking all loads, anything goes. He also said he put the word out and knew at least two guys would be there to use me. As we drove to the bathhouse, John said "I've got rules for you, boy. I'm gonna drop you off at this bathhouse and you are going to do your best to service anyone. You are not allowed to cum, and you aren't allowed to rest. If you aren't servicing cock, you are on the move, looking to service cock." Further, he added, "And you are to eat all the cum that is deposited up your ass - in front of others, if possible. I'll be back at 6 P.M. to pick you up. Then I've got plans for you. By the way, what is your hotel room number?" As I answered John, it occurred to me I hadn't eaten or slept in more than 24 hours, but it also occurred to me I was still feeling the effects of partying, so it was not surprising I didn't feel hungry or tired. He handed me enough money to get in the club and my ID and I got out of the car and went into the club. I won't go into detail, but the bathhouse had a few people coming and going, enough to keep me busy all day. By the end of the day I was dragging, hungry, sore and tired. I managed to get a few loads and shit them out and eat them. At one point I actually did have to shit but fortunately my hole seemed to pass it pretty well without getting too shitty. The next couple of fucks after that still seemed to be pretty clean and free of shit stink. At 6pm, John pulled up and I got in his car and he said, "I heard you did good, pig slut." He handed me a butt plug and said, "Plug your hole with this, don't want you leaking all over." "You can thank me later but I was busy today making arrangements. We're gonna go over to your hotel room and you are going to entertain some guests." We got to the sleazy motel, the kind with walk up rooms from the parking lot and went up to my room. John had grabbed a bag from his car and opened it up and ordered me make sure I cleaned off the plug and ate all the cum out of my ass and then ordered me to clean out my hole. So I cleaned out and he told me to strip and lay stomach down, ass up, on the bed. After my hands and feet were secured, he put a blindfold on me and a ball gag in my mouth and pulled my dick and nuts below me and bound them up securely away from my body and exposed. Then I felt him writing something on my back that I learned later was "Pig" and "Anything goes." He found my bag and went through it. I hadnt packed much, another pair of shorts, bathing suit, a couple t shirts, jeans, razor and toothbrush. I hadnt had a chance to brush my teeth or shower or shave but he was tying me down to the bed anyway. I heard him gather up our stuff and he left. I laid on the bed with anticipation and it wasn't long before my first visitor came. I felt his hands feel my body and squeeze my package and my hardening dick. He climbed on me and slipped his hard dick in and fucked and unloaded. There must have been 7 guys but I lost track of time and count. Being in that position for hours and already tired, I slept a good portion of the time and even found myself waking up while a guy had already been fucking me for a while. Kind of embarrasing but I was exhausted. After a few hours, my balls were throbbing in their binding and getting cold and painful. John finally came back in and untied me and said, "Get a little rest pig? Hope so 'cause its 10pm and time to go back out. That's how its going to be for you. You'll be servicing men 24/7." As I got up off the bed I looked for my bag to brush my teeth. "Sir, can i brush my teeth and get a shower before we go?" I asked John but he answered gruffly, "Do you think a pig like you gets to shower or brush? Absolutely not. Better get used to filth because its only gonna get worse piggy. I don't give a shit what happens to you and the more I see you submit, the more I want to see you suffer." I swallowed hard and felt the start of a sore throat, maybe the start of an infection. Normally i would gargle to get rid of it but knew that was not an option with John. He added, "You are a real slut pig that I plan to see get used up this week. Its only Thursday and i got your ass for more than a week yet.You are gonna be so depraved and disgusting you'll be wishing you never met me." I knew he was right, but I was loving the attention, being used. John was ready to go. Fortunately he untied my balls but only to be replaced with a rubber cock ring. I put my jockstrap on over it and the same muscle shirt and light colored mesh shorts I had been wearing the previous day.he gave me two gatorades and told me to drink half of each, one had already been opeend and had a funny taste. We walked down to his car and he drove towards the leather bar, also in a crappy neighborhood. A few blocks from the bar, he stopped the car and told me to leave my wallet and phone and just take my cash and I was to walk to the bar from here. He gave me diretions and added, "Don't forget slut, you can't turn anyone down. And a new rule. If anyone cums but doesnt cum up your ass, you are to gather it up and stuff it up your cunt." Ah fuck, I thought! I had $80 on me at almost 11pm on a shady part of town dressed in a practically see-thru pair of mesh shorts and a muscle shirt cut low on the sides. I got out of the car, my cock pushing prominently through the front of my shorts and John drove off. I started walking in the direction of the bar and it wasn't long before a guy stopped me. He was a tall black or black and hispanic mixed guy and pretty young, maybe 18 but not more than 20. He told me to follow him and I walked behind him as he led me behind a building. "Suck my dick, faggot" he growled at me, so i got on my knees and opened his pants and pulled out his hardening, thick monster of a dick. While I was working over his dick, he was texting on his phone. Soon we were joined by another guy, who said, "Strip" so I pulled off all my clothes and kneeled in front of the first guy and continued to suck his dick. The second guy, an older black guy pulled on my hips so i stoop up while sucking and he spit on his dick and started fucking my hole. My sore and abused hole was getting battered again and this guy's thick cock would normally be causing me some serious pain but I zoned out and didnt care. Then they spun me around so I could blow the 2nd guy and the frst guy could fuck me.Soon they both came, one in my mouth, and the other in my ass and walked away wihout saying a word to me. I remembered John's new directive and spit the cum out into my hand and worked it up my hole. I picked up my clothes and put them back on and continued on the sidewalk. I walked for 10 minutes before a car circled around and a kid said to me quietly from an old Buick, "Hey. Hey come here." So i approached his car and he said, "Get in." When I opened the squeky car it was another 18 to 20ish black guy. He pulled out his dick as we pulled away and I went down to his crotch and sucked him. He pulled into a parking lot and he unloaded a nice hot load into my mouth. I looked at him sheepishly and gathered the cum up into my hand and reached between my legs and stuffed his cum up my ass. He said, "Oh you are a pig slut, huh?" "Whats your number, I could use a slut like you." I gave it to him and he ordered me out of his car and I continued towards the bar while he took off. It was almost midnight by the time I got to the bar and found John. I filled him in on my walk and I downed a couple beers. Having no food and an empty stomach, the beer went right to my head. John ordered me to take my shirt off which I promptly lost track of while we wandered around the bar. He knew some of the guys there and we chatted with a few. He talked about me to other guys, explaining what a slut I was. One of the other guys, Bill was telling John how much he wanted to see me in pain. John agreed that it was soon time for me to suffer. John said to me, "Bill here is a pretty extreme top, I think it might be best to wait until sunday or monday until you serve him, I want you able to service men for now. Bill will put you out of commission for a while." And Bill laughed and added, "And possibly even permanently out of commission." They both laughed andmy dick hardened but didnt get a chance to ask before someone else walked up and the conversation changed. John made me down a couple more drinks and we headed to the sex club. This time John ordered me naked and guided me around and decided who he wanted to offer my services to while making it known i would do anything. He picked out the biggest cocks without regard to age or race or status and the place was pretty busy with probably a hundred guys so from 1am to 4am I was fucked in various positions and on my knees servcing dozens of cocks. A couple of times we walked by a sling and he ordered me in and brutalized my hole with his fist and cocks and fingers and fists made there way into my hole as people gathered around to see me get used. I gathered that John was arranging for my "after hours" activities as I serviced guys. I heard disussions about me but couldnt tell what the points of the negotiations were. But I knew the club would empty out again around 4am and I'd be servicing men somewhere. At the very least, I'd be ordered back to the bathhouse. But it seemed John was talking at length with a particularly mean looking top in leather. My first hint at what was to come. More to come in another part...

Part III. The man scowled, “Pretty boys… Does that mean I should leave?” Without saying a word, the younger of the two new guys gestured no, instead, as the older man looked on approvingly, he walked over to the man and knelt before him, finished cleaning off the man’s cock and then moved on to my boy’s hole. The older guy undressed, hanging his slacks and business shirt on a hook in the stall, revealing a chiseled body covered in salt-and-pepper hair. He pulled my boy’s face up to kiss him. “Fuck,” the older guy exclaimed, “You’re hotter than your profile pic. Glad we got here in time… And I see you’ve met Jim." Jim must have been the filthy stranger. I nodded an acknowledgement. The older man continued saying “If your boy will take his seed, there’s nothing to stop him from taking mine.” I shuddered at the suggestion both Jim and the hot older man were toxic, and might both fuck my boy. The younger guy looked up and jerked Jim as the older guy fed his cock into my boy’s mouth. “Get it wet. Your spit is the only lube you’re gonna get, well, your spit and how ever many loads you’ve taken so far." My boy moaned, reveling in the tongue lapping at his wrecked hole and the cock stuffed down his throat. “He’s ready for you,” said the younger guy. The older guy lined up with my boy’s ass, pushing my boy’s face to the tile floor. He slapped his mammoth cock against his ass before easing it with more force than my boy was used to. Jim had opened him up, and filled him with seed, so my boy didn’t seem to be in too much pain. The younger guy laid down next to my boy in the same position. I jerked my cock as Jim leaned down behind him and ate his ass. As I knelt down to play with the younger man, the older guy swatted Jim away from the younger guy’s ass saying "Hey man. Let this dude fuck my boy. He lets me fuck his, right? I mean it’s only polite." Jim scowled but backed off allowing me to guide my bare dick into this stud puppy’s hole. I eased into his ass, but the guy didn’t like my pace, and greedily pushed back onto my dick and grunted hard as he fucked himself. Jim forced his slimy cock into the guy’s mouth, and he greedily sucked on it. My boy’s head was craned around, watching me fuck the sexy stranger raw as he took this hot older guy’s bare cock. The older guy leaned forward and whispered something in my boy’s ear, and my boy just groaned in reply. He grinned at me, half-smiling, half-smirking. "So hot to be working Jim’s toxic load deeper into your boy." That made my balls churn, and when I gasped, the older guy asked "You gonna poz my son for me?" My jaw dropped when I realized that his boy actually was his son, hence their strong resemblance. I shook my head no, trying to convey that I was NEG. "Then let Jim do it. He pozzed me." That sent me over the edge, confirming that my boy was going to be taking his second poz load, and I came deep inside his boy. "Fuuuuck," the man’s son grunted, "I could feel every spurt!" Pulling out, I switched places with Jim who was, by this time, even more slovenly and sweaty that he had been when he bred my boy a few minutes earlier. He sank his cock straight into the boy and jack-rabbited against his ass. The man fucking my boy started breathing more shallowly and leaned over to kiss Jim, well, more like mash his face into Jim’s mouth. The two guys bred their bottoms’ holes at the same time, my boy and the man’s son moaning with pleasure. They withdrew and spun the boys around, so my boy was on his back, and the man’s son was on my boy’s belly, sixty-nine. My boy fingered the man’s son’s ass, now leaking two loads as they both inhaled the other’s cock. My boy was the first to cum, filling the man’s son’s mouth with so much seed that it dribbled down his chin. The man kissed his son and sucked as much of my boy’s seed as possible, licking his son’s face and chin. The man’s son blew his load all over my boy’s face and rolled over onto his back. Jim and I lurched forward, licking up as much seed as we could before rolling in back and forth into each other’s mouths. The five of us, the poz father and son, and poz rest stop troll made out and fingered each other’s holes. I was hoping we might all be ready for another round before we had to get back on the road. To be continued???

Damn..... Nicely put. Well said.

I know a couple of really hung tops who are fuckbuds who don't quite understand that I'm not always wanting to get plowed by their monster cocks. Sometimes I'm in the mood for 6 or 7 inches. No more. One of the tops in particular is kind of rough - even when I tell him to slow down. Because he's like that, I rarely let him fuck me. I know it's said that there are a ton of bottoms around and all are pressed for dick. But I'm not. I've tossed plenty of dick to the side. And I've got some tops in my stable that I will stop what I am doing and start cleaning out every time they ask for my hole.

There is no way to average how many guys it takes to get gono. It's like how this message was played out in the 90's movie Kids. Ever see it? Basically two girls who are friends decide to go get tested for STDs together. One had been very promiscuous and was very nervous about being tested. The other was not so nervous because she had only been with one guy. Well, it turns out the promiscuous girl tested completely disease free, while the other girl received the bad news that she was HIV+, just from her one encounter. Moral of the story, it only takes one person to do the trick and you never know who or when it might happen. A few summers ago, I tested positive for syphilis. I hadn't been with that many guys in the months before that. But, since I found out I am poz almost two years ago, I have been way more uninhibited and have played with many more guys and always bareback. I haven't gotten a single bug in that time frame (knocking on wood now). So in short, there is no average. It's just ONE guy to do the trick.

hehe come on down one day and ill give you a good rough ride i think youll enjoy and my holes open to you if you want it heh

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I'd be a little worried about the timing. Many of my encounters are un-planned. Truvada also can cause gastric issues (diarrhea) until your body acclimates to it. I'd hate to shut down the playground right before the party.

So fucking hot

More! I want to know what was said! haha HOT!

I enjoy no lube fucks, just a tiny little bit of spit and once it's in you feel everything and it's amazing , guys have said it feels better with no lube once it's in. I love the intense feeling and a little pain gets me turned on. Plus it can some times tear the condom

Exactly. As much as I love sex, there's more to life. And more than careers too. There is so much more to life than either of those. My life is not defined by what I do for a living or how much sex I get. Kind of feel sorry for those that allow that to happen. They miss out on so much. And... If all I did was have sex, the intensity of the act would definitely lessen. Definitely don't want that.

Part 3 Luke continued to question what he was doing at Steve’s. While rational thought told him his time with Steve was one bad decision after another, he also found Steve so fucking hot and irresistible – his huge arms, his massive legs, his dark tan skin, so Luke quite willingly followed Steve through the apartment to the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Steve pointed to the big gang-like shower and instructed Luke to get in. As steam began to fill the room, his daddy-god Steve entered the shower too. It was the first time Luke saw Steve without any clothing on, and Luke was instantly obsessed with all he saw. As he took it in, Luke asked “What’s with the bandage?" pointing below Steve’s belly button to the dressing protecting his new ink. “New tattoo. You’ll see it soon enough, and will probably want one of your own.” Steve said as he pulled Luke close for a kiss – their first. They stood in the hot shower spray, Steve’s dick getting hard again as it brushed against Luke’s throbbing cock. Even not knowing what was under the bandage, Luke knew Steve was right, that he’d want that same tattoo as well some day. He wanted to be marked as Steve’s. They kissed sensually in the shower for a while, their bare cocks bobbing erectly below. Turning to the cold marble tile wall, Luke leaned into the stone and spread his legs wide, presenting his ass to Steve to fuck. Steve approached, planting his feet just outside of Luke's, and lined his massive dick head up with Luke's hole. Steve’s prick entered Luke’s cunt with less agony this time: the water and Steve’s pre-cum reduced friction, and Luke's hole was still wrecked from their last fuck session. Steve worked his dick all the way into Luke’s velvety sex chute and knew this boy was becoming his in so many ways. As the shower fuck continued, precum dripped down the cold wall against which Luke’s erection pressed. “I love knowing your inside me” Luke said. He meant it – he loved being a bottom and all that such meant. “I like being in you. Raw. Knowing you’re taking all of me. My dick. My load. My DNA. Everything I am is in you.” This embodied what sex meant to Luke. Perhaps not really grasping all of the consequences of what this meant in this moment, Luke’s boner sprung with excitement and a glob of precum –- to the point of Luke wondering if in fact he came a little -- smeared on the wall against his dick’s head. “Fuuck yes. Make me yours. My ass is yours. My body is yours.” Steve pulled completely out, and then pushed his dick balls deep into Luke. Luke whimpered. Then Steve picked up the pace in pumping his dick in and out of Luke’s hole. Steve’s dick was throbbing and rock hard inside his new fuck toy, and indeed, after a couple of minutes of pounding, Steve announced “I’m gonna cum.” His thrusts became more intense. He pushed all the way into Luke again and screamed “I’m fucking cumming in you, slut.” Another of Steve’s toxic loads shot deep into Luke’s wrecked ass. Luke tensed his ass around the massive dick inside him and also shot a huge load against the wall of the shower, exclaiming “Fuck, that was amazing,” as he twisted around to kiss his inseminator. As their spent dicks again brushed against one another, Luke felt fulfilled and transformed – feelings that were, perhaps unbeknownst to him, both figurative and literal.

Part 2 “So you just let him fuck you, right there in his kitchen?” Luke’s friend asked over brunch several hours later. “Yeah. It was so fucking hot.” Luke had determined that the experience was one to be bragged about, a badge on his sexual resume. “Animalistic, really. He just ripped my pants down, ate my ass, and fucked me. No questions, no small talk, just hot fucking sex with the biggest dick I’ve ever known.” He failed to mention it had been a bareback fuck. “Think you’ll see him again?” “Maybe. I’d like to. I think I’m realizing that I’m into older guys like him. And god he’s ripped.” Luke didn’t provide a full detailed description of Steve – no mention of the tattoos or the piercings or the general leather daddy/kick-someone’s-ass vibe of him. But really, whether Luke was to see Steve again was not a question for Luke to have the answer – the ball was always in Steve’s court. Across town, Steve was getting some more ink: this time, a scorpion tattoo above his pubic line. “We knew as soon as you made eye contact you’d be shooting a load in that guy later.” Billy said responsive to Steve’s tale of fucking Luke a few hours before. Billy had been with Steve at the leather bar the night before and outside afterward when Steve saw his latest conquest. “Damn he had the best, fuzzy bubble butt I’ve seen. I coulda eaten it for days.” “He mention condoms or anything?” Billy asked, knowing Steve only fucked raw. “Nope. Kinda surprised me that he didn’t, seeming so clean cut preppy and all.” “Think you knocked him up?” Steve grinned. “If not last night, I will soon for sure.” Walking home with his new ink covered, Steve texted Luke: “I need your ass again. Today. When can you be at my place?” Luke responded “Great to hear from you. Can’t stop thinking about last night. I can be there in an hour.” And so he was, showing up at Steve’s door wearing a tank top, mesh shorts, a jock strap, and sneakers. Steve let him in, and not five feet inside the door had pushed him down to his knees and inserted his huge flaccid dick into Luke’s beautiful mouth. Steve’s dick grew hard in Luke’s mouth as Luke demonstrated what a good cocksucker he was. He worked Steve’s entire thick, long, veiny shaft. Whenever he got to Steve’s dick’s head, he’d tongue the pre-cum. He was already addicted to its salty, manly goodness. He sucked Steve’s big, hairy balls. He deep throated his dick to the point of gagging on it. He was in heaven devouring the monster dick that had destroyed his ass just 12 hours earlier. Did he taste his own ass on it? Maybe. Finally, Luke noticed Steve’s balls and legs tense, and a torrent of cum spurt into his mouth. Steve held Luke’s head in position, his dick deep in his conquest’s throat. Luke swallowed round after round of the ropey jism that sprayed into his mouth, looking up dutifully in the eyes of his testosterone-filled host. He loved tasting the heavenly load of his dominator. As the waves of cum subsided, Luke began to pull away from the monster cock. Steve held Luke’s head in place and said “You’re not done yet. Keep swallowing. Everything.” And with that, Steve began pissing in the mouth of the unsuspecting jock. Luke was horrified and disgusted initially, trying in vain momentarily to pull away. But when retreat was clearly no option with Steve’s strong hands holding him in place, Luke kept his lips tight around the shaft, swallowed a big gulp, and looked up at his beast-of-a-man host. Luke saw the pleasured look on Steve’s face, and began to understand his role of submission. His anguish subsided and he found himself dutifully, if not happily, swallowing what seemed like gallons of man piss. He loved it. Finally, when Steve had finished using Luke as a urinal, he pulled his conquest off his cock and to his feet, smacking him on the ass. “That was intense. And, I gotta say, really hot, dude," Luke commented, his dick fully erect, and pressing against the fabric of his jock strap and shorts, which were now wet with pre-cum. “Fun’s just getting started, you slut. Take off everything off and follow me,” Steve ordered.

. . Can you see them now

CHAPTER 3 Cod: “Ohhhh… Dad”, he was slow stroking my cock with his left hand, it felt really great. Then he leaned down to kiss me and looked at me with a little smirk… his right hand found my nipple, “owww… ohhh… fuck… Dad, ohhhh.. “, he knew what he was doing. I can feel him rubbing the head of my cock in his ass crack, it feels great. My precum is flowing heavy and I can tell Dad is wiping it in his ass crack and all over his hole; what is he up to? “It’s been so long baby, so long since we’ve had our private time together. Your Dad is craving cum.”, Craving cum? I thought. When did this happen?. All the times Dad and I had private time, all the times he sucked my cock, and I sucked him off, and all the times my Dad had fucked me before I left for college I was always the bottom and I always took his cum, usually in my ass. Once in a while he’d swallow my cum, and I made a lot of it, but I never once fucked him or even thought of him as a bottom; he was my Dad and he was my top. My eyes must have given away my thoughts, “So my little boy needs to blow his load?”, he blurted out. He pinched my nipple a bit harder, I was being hyper-stimulated, then I felt him push back against my penis and the head of my cock slid into him. “FUCK! DAD!”, I was huffing, “Relax baby boy, Daddy’s cum hole is going to get you off.” I only topped a few times in college, most of that was during the time Todd stopped fucking me, I was a little hurt and needed to nut and I found I liked topping guys who were younger and smaller than me. This was different, I loved sex with my Father, it wasn’t just about getting off but right now with his hole sucking my bare cock all the way in, the only thing I wanted was to bang him hard and dump my load deep. “Fuck, Dad, your hole… uhhhh.. your hole, it – it… uhhhh… fuck, it feels so great.”, “You like your old man’s hole, Cod? You gonna breed it? I want it Cod. I want IT.” Todd always talked to me like that when he was fucking me, it really turned me on when he said he wanted to give “IT” to me – I never really thought about why. “Dad? Oh fuck… Dad, you want your son’s cum? You want it inside?” We were getting into a good rhythm, him riding me, and my balls touching his ass, it never occurred to me that Dad bottomed or would be so damn good at it. Dad trained me how to show love sexually and told me to always take his cum, and here he was begging for my seed; I was really getting into it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that Todd was positive and fucked me regularly that last year of college or so, but all I can think about is how bad I want to squirt a big load of my sperm deep in my Dad’s ass; nothing else mattered right now. Dad: “Fuck me, Cod, fuck me.”, as many times as Sam had bred me it felt nothing like having my own son’s cock deep in my ass; I wanted his cum more than anything right now. “I want it boy, give IT to me.”, we both knew this will not be a one time thing, my boy needs to learn to give me his cum the same way I gave mine to him. I looked down at my boy, his eyes rolled back, he was in heaven. I’m riding his 7 inches with a nice constant stroke, I know he’s going to nut soon and when he does I want it all deep inside me. “Dad, ohhh fuck… Dad, …feels so good, how are you doing that?”, I was squeezing his cock with my ass muscles the same way Sam taught me to do once he went off meds, when Sam told me he wanted my hole to squeeze the poz cum out of his cock; I started doing it every time we fucked. “Dad! Dad! Fuck.. I’m going to … oh fuck, feels so… I’m going to cum.”, “Do it boy, I want it, give IT to me.”, “Uhhhhhh fuck… “, my boy raised slightly off the bed and I lowered myself as he started to unload, I think he wanted his cock buried as deep inside me as I wanted it to be. It was so intense taking my son’s cum in my ass, it wasn’t the same as when Sam fucked me, but it was incredibly hot. Cod: Dad leaned down, not letting my cock slip out, and we started making out. My cock never went soft, “Does Daddy need another load of his son’s cum?”, I said in a slightly childish/sarcastic tone, “My tight hole needs cum, Cod”, “That’s tight?”, now he grinned sarcastically and between kisses; we both laughed a bit. Bareback sex with my Father felt sinful and risky and it kept my 7” cock rock hard; I needed this so bad. That last year of Todd fucking me, telling me how he was breeding me was always intense but it felt nothing like being naked with my own Dad. I stopped for half a sec to think that I had never really tested for HIV and Todd was positive and fucked me very frequently after we reconnected. I was pondering all this and my cock started to go soft, my Dad squeezed down hard with his ass, looking at me, “What’s going on in that head of yours, Cod?”, that snapped me out of it. I knew Todd had fucked and bred me and fucked hiv-positive cum inside of me over and over, and now it was done, my Dad had my cum inside him …. If I was poz, I thought, I might have just given it to him. Knowing there was no going back and feeling his ass, my cock was instantly hard again, (I lied a bit) “I was thinking how hot it was to breed your ‘tight’ hole, Dad, and how you’re about to get a second load.”, “Good boy. This time, breed me on my back, I want you in control of where you unload, and I want it hard and deep – fuck me like you mean it, like you really want to give ‘IT’ to me.”, he said it again. Dad has lust in his voice when he tells me he wants my spunk, poz or not, he’s going to get it. He slipped off my cock onto his back and brought his legs up, “Yeah, boy get in there deep, really breed my ass this time. I want your cum.”, I moved and got myself lined in position, a quick glance in his eyes, and I forced it all the way in, “Ohhhhhh…. Yuppppp.. “, he groaned as I hit bottom, he could feel my sweaty nuts touching his ass and we both knew my cock was going to dump another big load inside him. Evening after just blowing a load my cock was so hard, the size caused him to moan deeply, as each inch of my stiff, fat, flesh-covered rod, pulled back then pushed deeper and deeper into his hole. "Ooh, yea! Cod, fuck me! Stuff that fat cock inside me!", he groaned as my hips began to gyrate against his body. I loved him talking dirty, with my bare cock inside him, he couldn’t talk filthy enough for me. He quickly realized, the more he talked, the harder I fucked him. Dad moaned heavily, as I laid into him, my bare cock fucking his ass as deep and hard as our bodies would allow. My cock isn’t huge but, it felt as though it almost pushed his ass to it's maximum ability, without causing real pain. Maybe I was just extra horny because it was my Dad, maybe it was the thoughts of Todd breeding me, or maybe it's because I really like fucking, or should I say 'make love'? I wanted to breed him, but I was in no rush, he was going to feel every inch of my cock. We had a real rhythm going, it was as though we didn't want to waste any of my cock or motion, I tried to pull my engorged tool almost completely out with each stroke, only leaving the head implanted in me. Then effortlessly slide back into him, until my nuts were tight up against his ass again. For now, I was in ecstasy, hot sex with my father inside his ass raw. I fucked him steadily for over 30 minutes, never really changing the rhythm, until the point of no return, “Dad… Dad… fuck, I’m gonna cum…. UHHHHHHHHHHHH!, and like that I was dropping another load of boy seed inside my old man. “That was so fucking hot boy, thank you”, he was out of breath, I was out of breath. I pulled out and laid down beside him while we both recovered.

CHPT 10: The Road Trip Part 2: It was dark now, the night was humid, the bugs attacked the parking lot lights like a Mongol army, but with far less success. Pa was still at the back of the RV fucking around with the motor and as his efforts proved futile, his swearing got louder and louder. The pay phone by the bathrooms was not working and the couple of folks he had approached for help were useless, yet he kept trying. I was bored, horny, high, and even though Brett had tried to fuck me, I didn’t want him. I didn’t know what I wanted right then, but it wasn’t him. My headache was back with a vengeance so I did some more crystal and was sitting on the curb by the front of the RV using a scrap of metal I had found to scratch in the dirt like a kid does, big letters – M – I – K – my headache got so bad I grabbed my head and dropped the metal scrap just as Pa kicked my leg and started screaming at me, “WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING!!?” Why was he mad? He was practically frothing at the mouth as I looked at him all confused and in the midst of his rant this work truck pulled right up beside us, its headlights blinding me. Pa stopped, turned, and stepped back and once the truck lights turned off, a guy in overalls got out with a white patch on his right chest that said, “J.D.” and one on his left that said, “KINCAID PLUMBING.” He was about Pa’s age, maybe a bit older, taller, real big scruffy beard that seemed to cover most of his face and a wild head of hair that made him look like a grizzly bear who had stuck his finger in a light socket. JD looked at me, Pa, the RV, and asked in a deep, fierce voice, “Everything OK here?” Pa was all charm as he reached out to shake the man’s hand, “Oh yeah, yeah, just, well, my RV here has gone and cross fucked me. Can’t figure out what’s wrong it. We’ve been on the road and it’s just been a really long day and we’re supposed to be over at the State Fair for work, and well…”. JD eyed me again, then said, “Well let me see if I can help, but first I need to drain the lizard. One too many god damn Big Gulps.” Pa just looked at me, nodded towards the camper, so I got up, went in, and sat with Brett at the table. A few minutes later we could hear Pa and JD at the back of the RV looking at the engine, a little banging, then Pa came in, closed the door, leaned down into my face and said, “This nice man thinks he has some parts back at his farm that can help us. I told him I ain’t got much in way of cash, but I do have some weed, so he agreed to take that – and said he did not mind if you rode along. There is no ‘deal’ you understand, but I want you to do WHATEVER you got to do to get us what we need - UNDERSTAND?” I nodded, stood up, took the baggie of weed Pa gave me and another with some crystal and a straw, and went outside where JD was leaning casually against his work truck. I walked around to the passenger side, hopped in, JD got in, his weight shifting the seat a bit as he did, he started his truck, backed up, and waved to Pa as we pulled away. JD drove just down the road a little before he pulled over to the side and asked, “Mind if I toke up as I drive? It’s been a long fucking day, had my first clogged toilet call at 2:30 this morning.” I fished the baggie out of my pants pocket, handed it to him, and as he rolled a joint I pulled out the crushed crystal and did a couple of big snorts for myself. JD looked at me as I did, but did not say anything, he then rolled up the windows and a few puffs later the truck cab had a nice light haze. “What’s your name?” JD asked as we pulled backed onto the rode. “My name’s Siss… um…Sam,” I replied. “Sam? Really? It didn’t sound like Sam. Want to try again?” he said giving me a stern look before turning his eyes back on the road. I hung my head, “Sissy. They call me Sissy. I guess that’s my name.” He mulled that a bit, “Well Sissy, good to meet you. So why do they call you Sissy?” No one had ever asked me that, and being high I just blurted out, “I guess because I like being fucked, and they like fucking me, and I’m a sissy cunt – well that’s what they say – so do you want to fuck me?” His silence dragged on as he hit the joint a few times and I realized I had not learned how to be subtle. “You know that’s rude and not everyone gets down like that. You could get yourself beat up or worse saying that shit to the wrong man,” JD said with firmness and correction. I clearly had not learned the lesson as I immediately asked, “So are you the wrong man?” I couldn’t help it as my ass was pulsing and I was horny. JD was quiet again as we drove and did not reply to my question, but did start asking me questions about Pa, where we were headed and stuff. I really didn’t have much to say since I could not remember anything before ROXIEs and even that was really fuzzy in some ways and the more questions he asked and the fewer answers I had, the more his face looked concerned. Then he asked, “Did they kidnap you or something kid? If so, tell me. We can take you to the sheriff right now.” I shook my head, looked down at my bare feet. “No. It’s not like that. I just don’t remember things. I have bad spells and have to get shots. That’s all. Really.” We finally turned down a long dirt rode, drove by a big old farmhouse that was all dark, and JD noted with sadness his wife had moved out a while back and taken their kids to her mom’s. JD pulled up in front of an old barn/workshop and the truck was immediately surrounded by a pack of yapping dogs, but all it took was one sharp command from JD and the pack quieted down and faded back into the night. We got out of the truck and went into the barn, which smelled of animals, dirt, and more. Dust hung in the air as JD turned on the lights, walked over to a workbench, rolled another joint took a few long drags, pulled his hair back into a wild pony tail using a rubber band off the bench, unzipped his overalls a bit, then plopped down on a stool. I watched with desire as JD grabbed a dirty rag off the bench, wiped the sweat off his brow, upper chest, and neck, exposing a 999 tattoo. I sat on a box in front of him, snorted some more crystal, and stared at his tattoo, noticing others peaking out through the hairs on his chest. JD hit his blunt again, stood up, unzipped his overalls, worked his arms loose and pushed his overalls down to his waist, sat back down, and stretched and flexed his chest. “Do you know what the Aryan Brotherhood is?” he asked. I shook my head no. He went on to tell me how when he was younger he did some fucked up shit, got some time in jail, and hooked up with them. All the tatts I saw were given to him by them to mark him as one of their brothers – a Bruder. “You can touch them if you want,” he instructed as he put the blunt between his teeth and hummed lightly as I ran my finger tips over his tatts on his neck, his chest, then ran my hand around his nipples which jumped and stiffened like nails. JD moaned, shifted, and his left hand went down into his overalls and shifted his dick as he asked, “Ever been prison fucked? You’d be popular that’s for sure. During my stint I did enjoy holding down little boys like you. I’m not gay or shit mind you, but in the joint, well you do what you got to do to make life easier, but since I’ve been out and with the wife and all never had the need or urge – until now.” The sadness in his voice tore at my heart and I leaned my body in and gave JD a big a hug. He just sat there at first, then his body shook a little, his big arms wrapped around my body squeezing me super close. JD let go, took his big hands and gently lifted my t-shirt up over my head. I shook in anticipation as he then unbuttoned my shorts, helped me step out of them, then he dug in my pocket and pulled out the baggie and let me do another few snorts. JD caressed my body, running his hands up and down my sides, gently nibbling at my stomach, my chest, then turned me around and I instinctively bent forward so he could explore my hole with his tongue. His thick beard scratched and tingled but his tongue found its mark and as the spit flowed JD moaned in enjoyment. After several minutes of JD licking my ass and me pushing back, he stood up, raised his arms up behind his head so that his overalls were just hanging up by his hips and the tension on the zipper, and said, “Tell me, tell me about the last time you got that sweet little hole fucked. It taste’s just precious. So tell me sissy, when did you last have a big dick up in your cunt?” I reached out and slowly began to slide the zipper on his overalls further down as I told JD about the delivery guy who fucked me in the restroom. He encouraged me to continue, “Oh yeah? Tell me more.” With every few words of my story his dick responded. I had to shift his meat to the side to ease his overalls down any further as his dick was hard and holding them up. Once JD’s overalls were wrapped around his feet, I continued to tell him how the guy called me a fucking faggot and fucked me hard and rough and drips of precum leapt off his dick as it twitched while I worked to unlace his boots. JD stepped out of his boots, slid his overalls all the way off, stepped back in his boots and told me to lace them back up. As I did, I told him how the delivery guy spit fucked me, covered my mouth, shot his load in me and then made me drink his piss. JD’s dick was now pulsing and streaming precum as he said, “Tell me more.” But, that was the end of that story so I just opened my mouth and enveloped his monster dick, making JD grab my head and shiver. “Oh sissy,” JD cooed, “Sounds like you have been prison fucked for sure, but I love that hot little body of yours, and that sweet cunt that’s just dripping to take my cum, I just want to make love to it.” I pulled back off JD’s dick, stood up, tilted my head and asked, “Why can’t you do both?” JD howled making his pack of dogs outside whine and start scratching at the door as he pushed me against his work bench and pressed my body tight as he forced his tongue in my mouth, kissing me hard, swapping spit, biting at my lip, and his beard scratching my face. Breathlessly he pulled away, his eyes ablaze now as he reached out and lifted me up off the ground and plopped me onto the bench and lifted my legs back. Tools, splinters, and other shit were marking my cheeks and back as my head hit the wall, but JD didn’t care as he angled my body so he could spit at my hole again. I reached down between my legs and pushed his face into my ass as hard as I could, making JD groan with pleasure as his tongue darted in and out furiously. Minutes later, his jaws aching, JD pulled his mouth away from my slick hole and leered at me over my hard dick, spit and ass juice plastering his mustache and beard to his face. He reached back with one hand and pulled out the rubber band holding his hair back and shook his head like a lion in the wild feasting on a fresh kill before pouncing back into my hole. This time I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and writhed and squirmed trying to get his tongue deeper. JD finished priming my hole, lifted me back onto the floor, turned me around and pushed my chest against the bench, grabbed my hips and in one violent thrust, punched his dick into ass. Being married – or least having been married – I figured he would want to wear a condom, but his lust took over and I didn’t mind in the least. I arched my body and cried out in pain while I reached back to grab his wrists with my hands begging him not to stop as he ripped my ass open inch after inch with his dick. I whimpered, cried, moaned and shook with internal orgasms as JD invaded me, no longer even able to hear the sounds of the pack outside as our fucking took over all of my senses. JD howled again as his raw dick spat its juice into my ass. I moved my hips back, grinding him as deep as I could, making sure to milk every drop. With his body now draped over my back, fighting to catch his breath, JD asked, “Did you like that prison fuck? Did I hurt you? Was that better than the other guy?” I sighed, closed my eyes while enjoying his warmth in me and replied, “Yes, no, YES!” I knew for sure now that being angry earlier wasn’t about the guy fucking me rough, but about feeling like he did not really want me. There was no denying JD wanted me – and I him. I yelped in surprise as JD spun me around, lifted me up, and casually plopped me over his right shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes. With his right hand firmly on my ass holding me in place, he turned the light out with his left, kicked the door to his shop open, and casually walked outside buck naked, with me still draped over his shoulder. I had a great view of his ass, the ground beneath me, and his pack of dogs who were now gathered around, tilting their heads back and forth trying to figure out what their master was up to. JD headed towards his house, then stopped, turned a moment, and said, “Storm’s coming.” In answer, the heavens roared with thunder in the distance as JD climbed the wooden steps, the screen door banged open and shut behind us, then my feet were planted on the linoleum floor of JD’s kitchen. JD walked around, flipping lights on, went to the fridge, grabbed a beer, tossed one to me, went and sat at the table, drank about half the beer in one long gulp, then rolled another joint before smiling at me with evil intent. “Well, I don’t plan to head back out tonight with the storm coming and all. Think your folks will mind if you don’t make it back til morning?” JD asked. I laughed, opened my beer, sat down in a chair, the vinyl sticking to my ass and said, “I frankly don’t give a fuck.” JD laughed, and while hitting his joint stood up so that is now hardening dick was in front of my face. I took a big mouth full of beer and careful not to spill any, quickly covered his dick with my mouth, the cold of the beer making JD jump a little. Minutes later we were upstairs, JD’s old bed creaking and squeaking under our weight as he fucked me on my stomach, kissing my neck while his monster dick took its time exploring my hole, forcing his earlier load deeper and deeper. I could feel JD’s balls pulling up high and tight against my ass and knew he was getting close from how his moans, so I started to fight back a little and tried to wiggle free. JD paused, “What are you doing?” I turned my head to the side, “I wanted to ride it for you,” I said as JD grunted in agreement. I scooted down to the end of the bed and he resituated himself onto his back, his dick slick and twitching waiting to get back inside of me. I laughed as I noticed he still had his boots on, then I straddled JD’s body, leaned forward, and while rubbing my ass against his dick head kissed his chest, his torso, and caressed his body with my tongue. While I knew JD could have knocked me away in an instant, he was nice enough to pretend I was in charge, and let me explore his body with mine. When I could not take it anymore, I sat back, raised up a little, wrapped my right hand around his baseball bat shaft, and threw me head back in utter ecstasy as JD’s dick slid deeper and deeper inside me. Once my ass was flush against his hips, I started rocking side to side, up and down, and then bouncing on it harder and harder until the head of his dick came right to the edge of my hole – then I would drop down back on it. JD was loving it as he moaned, groaned, his mouth twitched, his face contorted, and just as the burning in my thighs hit their max, JD’s whole body shuddered in a fit as his dick exploded inside me once more. I wanted it all and bounced harder, making JD squirm trying to push me off but he was deep. The ceiling fan did little to cool us off as our sweaty bodies radiated the heat of our sex. The windows and walls of the house began to rattle and shake a bit as the storm rolled in, and I relished the smell of the man who had bred me. My eyes were closed as JD gently ran his fingers over my face, down my sides, and then reaching around my ass he fingered my hole while pressing me closer to him. We laid like that for a while, until the rain began to beat like a thousand drums and the lightning lit up the room. “What do want?” JD asked in almost a whisper. The lightning flash let me see the look on his face and I suspected he was thinking about more than me asking for a glass of water. “Anything you want,” I said, while reaching out to stroke his sticky dick, “As long as it means I can get more dick, but… what about….” JD smiled, rolled over and off the bed, his booted feat echoing on the stairs as he started down and he yelled loud enough so his voice carried over the storm, “WELL I HOPE YOU ATE YOUR WHEATIES THIS MORNING BECAUSE I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU GET PRISON FUCKED ALL NIGHT! AND DON’T YOU WORRY NONE ABOUT THOSE FOLKS YOU WERE WITH. IF THEY HAPPEN TO CALL THE BUSINESS LINE THEY WILL GET THE ANSWERING SERVICE WHO WILL THEM I’M UNAVAILABLE.” JD came back to the bedroom several minutes later carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels, two glasses, poured us each a shot, while spilling some on the bedside table. After emptying our glasses he sat on the edge of the bed, lit a fresh joint, handed me my baggy of crystal, and then he said, “I called up my guys – Boogie and Tripp. Ever taken on three fuckers before? MMMhhhhMMM, damn can’t wait to watch you get ridden! Anyways, you frankly don’t have a choice, but my guys are cool, we served time together, they work for me now taking care of the ranch and other business.” I stood up in front of JD, his legs spread wide, and I rubbed his thighs while he hit his joint, enjoying my touch. He set his smoke down in the ashtray then grabbed me rough, pulling me close, and began to chew on my nipples, grinding one then the other between his teeth like a millstone. I was squirming in pain and pleasure and just wanted him to fuck me while he did that and begged for his dick as I grabbed his head and encouraged him to bite me harder. JD stopped and pushed me away as the sound of a truck’s horn pierced our stormy desires and announced our company had arrived. JD slapped my ass hard, grabbed his joint and said, “Come on, time to have some fucking fun”. He tossed me a robe, which from the floral print on it and smell, clearly was not his, which I wrapped around myself as JD slid on a pair of boxers over his boots and started down the stairs. I made a quick pit stop to piss then hustled down the stairs and nervously stood to the side, trying to keep my hard dick from poking through the robe’s slit. Boogie and Tripp walked in carrying a large styrofoam cooler between them with a metal tackle box balanced on top that they set on the floor in a rush as they shook the water off their bodies from the rain. Both men were wearing stained and faded jeans, cowboy boots, button up shirts with the sleeves torn off and frayed fabric at the shoulders, and cowboy hats that had seen better days, but to top off the look they both had on black ski masks! JD laughed, “What the fuck you think ya’ll doing? Robbing a Circle-K? Boogie, go get the rest of the shit and Tripp clear the table in back and set up the cards and supplies. Let’s get a game on and have a fucking good party!” The taller of the two, Boogie, nodded and said, “Yes Boss,” as he took his hat off, slipped the ski mask off his head, tossed it onto the counter, quickly ran his fingers through his hair, put his hat back on, looked at me with a sheepish grin, and hustled out into the rain. Like JD, Boogie had a number of tats on his arms and peeking out of his shirt, I guessed also marks of the Brotherhood. While JD opened the metal tackle box and started inspecting the various bags of drugs and pipes and other paraphernalia, Tripp said in what might have been meant to be a whisper but was loud enough for me to hear, “Boss, you sure about this? You said you needed us to help rape a sissy tonight, and…well thought maybe we was going to do a kidnap like we did down in…and maybe…” JD paused, “God damn Tripp, you’ve never been the brightest bulb in the fucking box, but really?” Then JD turned to me and said, “Spread those cheeks, show him that sissy cunt.” I turned, bent forward and hiked the robe up over my ass and squealed a bit as JD rammed two thick, long fingers into my cummy hole, pulled them out, and showed my honey to Tripp. “See? Freshly primed and lubed. Now get your face down there and taste that cunt.” Tripp hesitated, but did as he was ordered and after the first lick at my hole he moaned and pulled me back to meet his tongue. That’s how Boogie found him when he came back in with the rest of the night’s supplies, with JD standing to the side, smiling to beat hell. “OK Tripp, come on now. There’s plenty of time for that and more.” We all followed JD into the dining room, which was surprisingly clean for a bachelor, or maybe he just never at in there. He set the metal box on the grand oak table and pulled out the drugs and other supplies, some pill bottles, and shit I had no idea what the stuff was. JD held his arms out in a grand sweeping motion, “Anything you could want or need, I got right here and there’s plenty more. So what can I do you for? Some Oxy? Adderall? I think you need to try snorting those. But also got coke, crystal, and G, and even a few tar balls.” Tripp arranged three chairs at the end of the table, pulled out poker chips, cards, JD placed a couple little blue pills by each, grabbed me by the back of the neck and squeezed as he pointed at them and said, “Those little fuckers are going to ensure there is not a minute tonight our dicks aren’t hard and in one of your holes, so snort up.” A few shots of liquor, drugs all around, and Boogie and Tripp stripped - Boogie in some white Fruit of the Looms that looked and smelled like they had not been washed in weeks, with several holes showing, and Tripp with no underwear who said he always freeballed. However, like JD, both men kept their boots on, and Tripp even wore his cowboy hat. The guys sat back at the dining room table – I laughed as I suddenly pictured that painting with all the dogs sitting around the table playing cards, this was just as funny - three country dudes, in boots, half naked, dicks hard as brick. JD got the party started by saying, “Alright sissy. First game’s called ‘Three Stud Draw’ and we’re the studs. Get on your fucking knees and you’re going to suck our dicks one at a time, for 30 seconds each. The first one of us to nutt get’s the kitty.” I knelt on the wood floor and got my first good look at the new dicks. Tripp’s dick was real thick at the base, skinny at the top and literally looked like a banana. It was hard as fuck and looked like it might split from all the blood pumping through it. Boogie’s dick was longer and thicker than JD’s, but a little floppy, uncut, and he had balls that looked like grapes, tiny as shit. On JD’s count, I started taking turns sucking each one of them while the others talked shit. JD urged them on as he kept the time, “Come on boys, let’s rope this sissy’s face. I want to see it covered, blind the fucker.” I had already done one round and was trying to angle Tripp’s dick down enough to get it deeper in my throat when he smacked my forehead, pushed away, and shot scalding cum all over my face, my tongue flicked to try and catch some, globs of it hit my eyes and burned like fuck, while Boogie told me, “Stay just like that a sec,” as the whir and click of a camera told me he was taking pictures. Tripp started to apologize, “Damn Boss, I’m sorry, I…but hell – I needed that.” Everyone laughed, JD then said, “Well you got the kitty for that round. You want it now or want to double down?” Tripp thought a minute, “I better double down. I need a minute.” JD then used his thumb to wipe the fresh cum out of my eye, then smeared my face with the rest before letting me lick his hand clean. The three guys sat at the table somewhat awkwardly, as all still had raging hard dicks and JD dealt the next hand. He turned his chair sideways to the table, patted his lap, so I backed right up and eased down on his dick with only slight discomfort. Boogie and Tripp’s mouths dropped open as I did a slow grind, JD laughed, “Seems like the kitty didn’t want to wait.” The guys played a few half-hearted hands, did some more drugs, JD put a plate of lines in easy reach for me, and my whole body shook a bit after I had hit them, I broke out in a sweat, my legs trembled, and things got a bit blurry. JD wrapped his left arm tight around my stomach, blew his smoke around my head and growled, “I slipped a little something extra in that batch cunt, time for your prison fuck down.” JD held me as he half stood with me still impaled on his dick, turned, took a few steps to the side and let my body drop face down onto the other end of the table. I banged my forehead pretty good and turned my head towards Boogie and Tripp who were both now standing, feverishly stroking their dicks as they watched JD position my body. Once my body had stilled, JD yanked his dick out and started slapping my ass, “TIME TO GET THAT SISSY CUNT PRISON FUCKED. SHOW YOU WHAT WE DID TO PUNK BITCHES IN THE JOINT,” then JD busted my ass ring wide open as he slammed back in balls deep in one stroke making me cry out. Boogie and Tripp were now hooting and hollering and swearing, the table was groaning, the floorboards creaking, and the storm was battering the house just like my insides were being battered. I begged and pleaded for JD to fuck me harder, for more raw dick, for his babies, but JD stopped, “YOU HEAR THAT BOYS? IF THEY BEG FOR IT, MEANS WE BEING TOO DAMN NICE.” JD now grabbed me by the hair, yanked my torso part way up, wrapped his left arm around my neck in a choke hold, clenched my right hip with his right hand, and as I started to see stars from lack of air he started to slam fuck me again imitating the delivery man, “FUCKING WORTHLESS FAGGOT, PRISON BITCH. TAKE THIS BRUDER DICK. GOING TO RIP THAT CUNT WIDE OPEN, MAKE YOU TAKE EVERY LAST ONE OF US. THOSE CUNT LIPS WILL BE SWOLLEN AND BRUISED WHEN WE’RE DONE.” JD screamed in fury as he loaded my ass again with his country cum, and no making love this time as with his dick still spasming he let go of me, pulled out, squirted his final drops on my shredded hole and said, “Next.” Tripp was up next. He turned me around, slammed me onto my back on the table, lifted my legs and just like JD slammed his dick in as hard and deep as he could. I tried to push him away, he slapped my hands, clearly not happy he did not get the kitty first, and the more I begged for it, the angrier he got, until he screamed, “GOD DAMN FUCKING SHUT UP! SOMEONE PLEASE SHUT THE BITCH UP.” Tripp was not nearly as tall or as big as JD, so he could not man handle and cover my mouth too. Boogie took care of that. Coming around the back side of the table, Boogie pulled one of the chairs out, put his right leg up on it, took his left hand and slapped my face hard a few times before literally stepping up and kneeling on the table over my head so my field of vision was nothing but his dirty white underwear. The table moaned under the weight, but it held. Boogie’s dick was now throbbing, his underwear acting like a cock ring of sorts as he set his meat free through the fly. With Tripp banging my ass, Boogie then placed one hand around my throat, squeezed, and leaned forward and forced his dick into my waiting mouth. Boogie’s dirty underwear and body covered my face while his dick rammed my throat. Tripp continued to fuck my ass until he yelled, “HOLY FUCKING SHIT – I’M CUMMING – I’M CUMMING – GOD FUCK YES!!!!” and then pulled out of my ass, jizz and ass juice now shellacking the table surface. Boogie eased off, lowered himself off the table and chair as I gasped and heaved, then wondered what was happening as Boogie pulled me further back until my head was hanging off the table. He then wrapped both hands around my throat, squeezed, and at that angle was able to pretty much force his dick right past my gag reflex. My legs jerked, my body thrashed, as Boogie held me in place, filling my throat with his dick. Spit and snot flew out of my mouth and nose as he gag fucked me and once his shaft was coated good and thick with gut juice he pulled out, rolled me off the table and onto the floor, lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and plowed my ass. JD and Tripp had opened me up but I still cried out in pain as Boogie was bigger and the angle allowed him to thrust right into my gut walls. Boogie put his full weight behind each thrust and as he bent forward, he placed both hands over nose and mouth framing his lustful leer over the edge of his clasped fingers. I started to go limp and see stars again, so Boogie relaxed his grip just enough to let a sliver of air into my lungs then clamped back down and fucked away. The drugs, lack of air, intense fucking, all combined to make my body and mind swim and lose focus as Boggie churned my ass like he was making ice cream with all that boy butter in my hole. The next few hours were a haze of raw dick, being manhandled, spit, piss, and pleasing those three country men any way they wanted. I was back in JD’s old bed and the sun was streaming through the window when I finally started to come back to my senses. JD had my legs up and was eating my ass out again, so I pressed his head into my hole and moaned in pleasure. He looked up, “Ahh, so you’re back with us. How you feeling this morning?” I just groaned a little, feeling aches, pains, and a headache to beat hell. JD laughed, shoved a couple fingers into my tender ass and worked them around, “DAMN that’s a good cunt! Let me tell you, the boys left hear happy as pigs in shit and you took everything – and I mean fucking everything – we could dish out like a champ! But before I take you back, I got one more load for you.” JD then spent the next hour making love to my body, and me to his, before we showered. He found me a pair of pants to wear and an old t-shirt, both of which were far too big, and we hopped into his truck and headed back to the RV. The sun was peaking over the trees and shimmering off the calm surface of the lake when we pulled into the rest area and next to the RV. Pa came bounding out of the RV looking ready to fight, but as JD casually climbed out of the truck and stood literally toe-to-toe with him, starkly showing their difference in height and size, Pa eased off, ran his hand through his hair, “We was worried, that’s all. He’s not been well. Needs his medicine. Go inside now. Brett will take care of you.” JD calmly told Pa that it took a while to find the part needed, then the storm hit, cattle got out, a tree came down across the road, and he and I worked all night to get shit settled to get back here even though I had been sick as a dog from food poisoning likely, so he best step the fuck off, and no, I wasn’t going inside quit yet, he needed me to help install the part so why didn’t Pa just get back the fuck inside the RV and try starting it when he tells him. Pa groveled and whimpered, which made me sort of disgusted, but did as JD asked and went back inside while Brett just shrugged and ambled off down towards the lake. I walked with JD to the back of the RV, he pulled open the panel to the engine, set down his big tool box, opened it, and handed me a small black, metal box that he pulled out from a paper bag. JD whispered, “If you ever got something you want to hide, use this. See these magnets? Just stick this box up under this ridge here on the metal frame. No one will ever find it.” He slid the cover to the box back, pulled out a piece of paper and pen, and showed me a number, “That’s my phone. You need to reach me, if things go tits up with these two and no matter what you say I don’t think things with them are cool. Something’s a bit queer going on here – strange – anyways – call me, collect.” I took the pen and wrote in small numbers below his another number and the name ‘Billy’. JD looked at me, “Who’s Billy?” I scrunched my face hard, it literally hurt to think and I knew it was a number someone told me to use, just couldn’t quite put my finger on it, so just said, “Another friend I think. Thanks.” JD smiled, hid my secret box, handed me a baggy of powder so I could do a few snorts which made me feel way better, then he got to work fixing the RV. About 10 minutes later the RV sputtered and roared back to life, JD ruffled my hair, gave me a big smile, and I helped him load his gear into his truck. Pa came out of the RV and shook JD’s hand and tried to hand him another bag of weed. JD waved him off, “No need, all the work your boy did last night to help me out more than paid for the part. Keep it. Drive safe ya’ll and I’ll see you up at the state fair.” Pa was glaring at me fierce as JD pulled away, but didn’t say a word as I climbed into the RV and immediately went into the back and laid down on the bed. The RV lurched as Pa got us headed out onto the road, Brett came in, put his cigarette out and I could tell he wanted to ask about last night, but he didn’t. He just took out the leather case that held the needle and juice for my shots, filled up two big syringes, and as he emptied them into my arms I drifted off thinking about JD and how much my ass was throbbing from the country dick down. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 11: The State Fair – Cum in This Ride **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

By: understallgc http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=OR0AN-G705- I fuck a dude bareback at university restroom,he was so sexy today at my college , i found this cute anon skater tight ass at the toilet .. I saw him playing whit his cute hard dick ..and he was looking to have sex!! Really cute twink and he was so horny.. he blow me and blow him and after that he accepted to be on my video .. he wanted to be fuck, he put his hoodie and i fuck him bareback . I cum inside and he cum on the floor .. He smiled at me and then he left

I'm more a fan of French ass! Although I think maybe I have only had one. But I am willing to experiment!

Guys still host at Red Roof. La Quinta off of Cheshire Bridge is also a great location.

CHPT 9: The Road Trip Part 1 - “Oh yes, I been missing that hole you sissy. Come on back to the bed, let’s see what you learned while you’ve been away cause I am going to pimp that hole out to every carney and horny fucker I can find at the state fair!” As Brett turned the RV west onto the interstate, Pa bent me over the stained bed in the back and worked another finger up my ass, twisting it around, coating my insides with Brett’s load. I scrunched my face as I ran my tongue across my teeth, shifting the remnants of the vile, chunky load he shot in my mouth. How can anyone’s cum be that thick? As he pulled his fingers out and reached out to stick them in my mouth so I could get a taste, Pa said, “Now this next load, I am going to take my time working out sissy, hear me? I’m going to explore that ass and plan to dump a few more loads up in there and no worries about this well running dry, remember? No, well, you will, yes you will.” Pa’s big white dick was now hard again and pressing at my hole, anxious to probe the depths of my guts. While I was still upset about having to leave ROXIES, and my chest ached from missing Harold already, the sissy cum slut in me took over. I leaned to the right, grabbed a couple of dirty pillows, slid them under my chest, bent forward, raised my hips up, and begged Pa, “Fuck me, push that nutt in me!” The foreskin on Pa’s dick slid back as he guided his shaft into my hole. Pa sighed, “Oh damn sissy, that cunt is as good as the first time I slid up in there and it’s so nice and wet and just dripping. That’s it, push back on that dick. Push it!” I moaned and groaned in pleasure as Pa angled his dick left, right, up, then down exploring my well trained ass. After a while he leaned over my back, sweat dripping off his brow as he continued to thrust and grunt, “Making me….work….for…that nutt….want my cum sissy? Want it? TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD, TAKE MY…..” After releasing in me, Pa pulled out, flopped onto the bed, his chest rising and falling from the fuck. I stood up, reached back, felt my hole and brought my coated finger to my mouth and licked it, tasting the mix of Brett’s load now mixed with Pa’s. Pa was now leaning up on his left elbow watching me. He smiled, reached over, grabbed a cigarette, lit it, then patted the bed and scooted back a little so I could lie down beside him. I reached behind me and nestled his now soft dick between my cheeks, trying to stroke it hard again, but it was clear he was done so I growled a little in frustration. “You still hungry sissy?” Pa asked, blowing his smoke in my face as he reached over me to tap the cigarette into the ashtray on the bed stand. “Yeah. I…I’m horny I guess. Curtis gave me some..,” but I quickly stopped. I wasn’t sure how much Pa knew or if he would be upset to hear about it. Pa just chuckled, “I bet.” He handed me his cigarette and had me put it out, then he laid on top of me, pressing his weight into me, and began kissing me rough and with a hunger. His mustache felt strange as he forced his tongue into my mouth and his hand started squeezing my body, rubbing me, as he slowly ground his hips. After about 5 minutes Pa was interrupted in his efforts by the RV slowing down, taking a hard right, then another, and then rumbling to a stop. I grunted as he poked my ribs as he rolled off me and sauntered to the front of the RV where he and Brett started talking. I rubbed my head, my thoughts rolling around like dice in a cup, but not stopping, just rolling, and rolling, and rolling. Pa came back in, grabbed some jeans, an old button up shirt off the floor, and a minute later I heard the door bang shut. I didn’t care where we were or what was going on and stayed where I was. Brett soon parted the curtain, plopped down hard on the bed beside me, reached over, fumbled in the drawer and pulled out a baggie of crystal. He ground some up on a mirror with a spoon and razor blade, grabbed a small straw, hit a few lines, then handed it to me. As I snorted the white powder, the dice calmed down a little bit. “So how you been?” Brett asked. “Did you get some good dick? Who was your favorite? Tell me about all the nasty shit you been up to. You know we had to get a new RV cause you know we got lay low. We got a good connect for that crystal now. Pa and I been running it back and forth on I-10 from here to there and of course fucking like demons along the way. Want some more? Why you quiet? I bet I know. Pa fucked the sense right out of you huh?” Damn I thought. He was fucking worse than AJ with a mouth that would not shut up. “Look. I..ah..don’t really know what’s going on….I..ah..I..” could only stammer as my thoughts clouded even further and the crystal took over. Brett smiled, put his arm around me and hugged me tight immediately putting me at ease. “No worries sissy-bro. You have bad spells that’s all. We had to leave you with Curtis for a bit while we took care of business. Here do another line, we’ll hang out and catch up a bit, then what say you and I have some more fun?” I didn’t have time to ask where my stuff was in the RV or any other question like were they really my family and why I felt nothing or remembered nothing because just then the RV rocked as Pa came back in and when he pushed the curtain back I could see a squirrely little bald man, with glasses standing behind him fidgeting with a tie. Pa motioned to me, so I stood up, grabbed my shorts, slid them on and squeezed out past him and the man. The man went in with Brett, closed the curtain, and Pa guided me to the front of the RV to the table where there were some bags of stuff that he began to unpack. On the table, leaning up against the window, was a large sign on lime green paper that said, BUMPER CARS in big, black letters. Pa then unpacked some streamers, wrapping paper, candles and other stuff and said to me, “Tonight we’re having a party sissy. It’s your birthday you know. Your 19th. That’s right. 19. So we’re going to celebrate. Got all the supplies right here. Well most of it anyways. Gonna get you a cake and some other shit too.” Pa stopped talking then as the sounds of fucking echoed out of the back and Brett’s voice got loud as he ordered the man to shut up and take his dick. Pa opened a new pack of cigarettes, lit one, and then started to laugh. “Yeah old Chuck cannot get enough of him, that’s for sure. Church deacon, wife’s a teacher, and all that shit, but every time we come through, he drops everything to get his hole banged by Brett. If I don’t break them up we will never get our shit done and Brett will be weak in the knees.” For the next 10 minutes or so Pa barely said a word as he fussed around with stuff and Brett continued to fuck. Pa then walked to the back, banged on the wall and said, “Time’s up Chuckey boy. Get what nutt you want now. We got shit to do.” A few minutes later Brett came strutting out of the back, his dick still semihard and coated in ass funk, soon followed by an embarrassed looking Chuck who was finagling his tie. Chuck made for the door, but Pa grabbed his arm, “Give us an hour, then we’ll be in.” Chuck just nodded, scrambled down the steps and as the door closed behind him Brett asked me, “Want to lick me clean?” I wrinkled my nose, shook my head, he laughed and grabbed a roll of paper towels and wiped his dick off. Pa then looked at me and said, “So for your birthday, we need to get you a new ID. Wished Curtis had let you get more sun, but maybe Chuck can deal with that. Good thing your hair grows fast, that’s good. Real good.” He tossed a box at me. “See that hot little blonde on the cover? That’s going to be you sissy, all blonde and with a little sun tan, and a nice new look I think. Brett, get the supplies out.” Just about an hour later I stepped out of the RV feeling like I was a different person. Pa had mixed up some bleach for my hair and while it set and did it’s work, Brett had gone to town and shaved me clean all around my dick and ass hole. I was not real hairy to begin with, but it felt strange that’s for sure. Pa had to bark at Brett a few times as his fingers slid up my hole or his mouth found my dick, but eventually he got it done. Pa dug around in another bag, pulled out a new pair of jeans, a tank top, tossed them to me and once dressed, had me follow him into the building next to the RV. We walked down a couple of halls until Pa found the office he wanted and without even knocking he just walked in. Chuck was sitting at a computer typing away, but stopped when we came. “You ready?” Pa asked. Chuck just nodded and pointed to the corner where there was a white projector screen hanging down and a camera on a tri-pod in front of it. Pa guided me over to the wall, stood in front of me, messed my hair up a bit, considered it, shook his head, pulled it back, shook his head, “Can he wear a cap?” Chuck replied with a firm, “No.” So Pa continued messing with my hair and settled on a ‘fluffy/messy’ look. “Ok Chuck my man, do your thing,” Pa said. Chuck came over, fidgeted with his tie, peered through the camera and said, “Smile.” Pa then had him take several more, some with a smile, some without. Some with me looking a bit down. Pa asked, “So what do you think? First thing in the morning?” Chuck just nodded as Pa hustled me towards the door, stopped, and said to Chuck, “We’ll be parked out back or may hit up the old haunts. If you need some more dick, you know Brett is up for it.” Chuck fidgeted with his tie again and just waved his hand in dismissal. As we made our way back to the RV Pa said, “Old Chuck is a man of many talents. He’ll have your new ID in the morning. Driver’s license, high school diploma, passport, social security card, and even a fucking library card.” I just shrugged, not really knowing why I needed those things, where my old ones were, or why I should care. Back in the RV Brett was still naked, but the table was now covered in balloons. “Come on sis, help me blow these up. We’re going to do this up right.” Pa grabbed a couple empty bags and said he had to go out for a bit and I made my way to the back and did a couple more lines of crystal. When I came out, Brett was grinning at me like the Cheshire cat, let the balloon he was working on skitter away as he let the air go, and bent me over in the middle of the RV and slid his now hard dick up my ass. I was so fucking horny and his raw dick felt so good, and as he fucked, globs of Pa’s cum from earlier dripped out on the floor and got worked into the linoleum by our feet shuffling back and forth. By the time Pa got back we had only blown up maybe five more balloons, but he did not seem to notice as he set a small cake on the counter and tossed his now full bags onto the seats by the table. He dug around in one, found a super small swimsuit, tossed it to me and said, “Here. Put this on. There’s still some good sun left so get up on the roof with Brett and tan up, but keep that ass pussy covered. I want them cheeks lilly-white.” I put on the trunks, posed and turned, meeting Pa’s approval, took a pair of sneakers Brett gave me and my old shorts and followed him out to the end of the RV, and up the ladder onto the roof. Brett untied a couple of lounge chairs, opened them up, laid out the cushions, put towels down, stripped totally naked and smiled as he plopped down, closed his eyes and stroked his dick. I looked around, but none of the buildings around us were taller than one story, so no one could see. It wasn’t long before I was feeling burnt, my head ached like hell, so I climbed down and made my way back inside the RV. Pa was singing along to some music echoing like tin out of a banged up radio on the counter as he did his best to decorate using the balloons, some streamers, and other stuff that looked like it had come from a trash can, and get things cleaned up for my party. I drank some water, but spilled a bit of it as my hands were shaking. Pa took me by the arm, “Come in back and lay down. Bet the sun was a bit much right off. Also time for your shots.” I laid on the bed, Pa set out a leather case like Curtis had, opened it, took out one of the bottles filled with a dark liquid, filled a needle, had me pump my fist a couple times, then finding the vein, emptied the syringe in my arm. Immediately my headache vanished, but so did everything else as I closed my eyes with Pa patting my arm clean and looking at me with a satisfied grin. Brett came and woke me up a bit later and I felt really groggy, fuzzy, and had all these fleeting images float by in my mind like the water going down a sink drain. Curtis, Harold, AJ, ROXIES, it was all still there – but almost out of reach. I did a couple lines of crystal off a paper plate Brett handed and then my mind focused on the here and now. I stripped off my little suit, pulled on my old shorts, and went out to the front of the RV where Pa was standing holding the cake with the biggest grin on his face as he and Brett then burst into a very bad rendition of Happy Birthday. The sun would be setting in a bit and as my birthday gift, Pa said we would go out to the rest area by the lake just outside of town, skinny dip and cool off, smoke, drink, and also see what business we could drum up. Brett and I cleaned up as Pa drove and soon we pulled into the parking lot and parked near the restrooms. Pa told me to go in back and get undressed as he and Brett would first do a round of the parking lot and folks there to see if there was any business to be had. Silly me, I was thinking they were going to sell drugs or something, but soon became clear the business he meant was selling my ass. I was sitting on the bed, had done some crystal and shoved a coated finger up my ass. The hot burning brought a memory flashing back of Curtis and my body instantly responded and I ached and needed to be fucked so bad right then. I stood up as I heard the RV door open and Pa’s voice say, “Just go on back. Trust me. You’ll enjoy that pussy. Remember, for $20 you can do what you want, just be quick about it.” A shadow fell across the doorway as a man walked down the hall into the bedroom. He was older, normal looking I guess, nothing special or extraordinary, and looked like he worked in an office from his clothes. “Bend over, let me see your ass please,” he said. I did as he asked, “Oh yeah, look at that, finger your hole a little, oh yeah, let me see your hole, stick your finger in there, oh yeah, fuck yourself,” he said as he jacked his dick. I was in no mood to give a show so got on my hands and knees with my ass poked out at him and said, “Come on man. Fuck me.” The man hesitated, so I said in a soft voice, “Please fuck my pussy.” Little trick I had learned at ROXIES - saying those magic words helped the minds of the straight guy get in line with what their dick wanted and this guy was no different as he grunted and moaned in pleasure as he slid into me raw and fucked like he had only seconds to live. He quickly shot his load and had his pants zipped up and was leaving before I had time to turn around and offer him a dirty t-shirt to wipe his dick off with. His dick had been small and I was even more frustrated now. Pa opened the RV door and hollered “Looks like that is it for now. Put on your shorts. Brett’s already down by the water. Go take a swim.” I found my trunks, pulled my shorts over them, grabbed a towel out of the shower, stepped out of the RV and looked around, seeing a few cars, couple tractor trailers, a car carrier and few other trucks in the lot, and Pa leaning against a tree over near the building with the restrooms, a cloud of smoke forming in the air around him as he smoked a joint that I could smell from there. Looking around more, I could make out the water down and off to the right and started to head that way as a guy in a delivery uniform came out of the men’s room, paused by Pa, who quickly offered him the joint and nodded. Their muffled voices were left behind as I made my way down the path and soon saw Brett’s blonde, wet head, pop up out of the water. I got to the water’s edge and as Brett came closer to shore saw that he was totally naked, the little waves in the lake exposing the top of the shaft of his dick as they went up and down. I looked around, but nobody else was near us, so I slid my own shorts off and hobbled into the lake, surprised at how mucky the bottom was. It was not until I was standing by Brett that I stopped, overwhelmed by fear. Brett looked at me as he splashed some water my way and asked, “What’s wrong. You get bit or something?” I shook my head, “I..I don’t know if I can swim.” Brett’s face got a weird look on it, then quickly went back to his smiling self, “Oh yeah, umm…you can…but since you have not been well and all, let’s just stay close to shore. How’s that? I’ll stay right with you, no worries. Doesn’t the water feel good?” I shook my head and tried to relax even though my whole body seemed to be shaking in fear. “Here,” Brett said as he took me by the shoulders and turned me facing the shore, “I got just the thing to make you relax.” I grunted in surprise as I felt Brett’s hands under the water and his dick at my hole trying to push itself in and I did feel better once I felt his fullness in my ass. “It’s OK sissy, Pa and I will take good care of you. We missed you.” We quickly pulled our bodies apart as we heard a woman and some kids coming our way, Brett laughed, splashed water at me again, then tackled me, making me fall back, spluttering and splashing. Dusk was moving in fast when Pa came and got us. Brett and I were both laughing and seeing Pa rub his hardening dick in his pants watching us quickly dry off and throw our shorts on made my ass twitch in hunger. Pa leaned into Brett, whispered something, then took off for the RV. I started to follow, but Brett said, “Come on. I got to piss and they should have one of those dryer things in the bathroom we can use.” I followed Brett into the men’s room, which seemed empty except for the guy in the delivery uniform I saw earlier standing at the trough like he was pissing. He looked at us, half turning his body and I could now see he was not pissing, but stroking his dick. “Go on,” Brett said, “Wait, here, give me the towel and shit. I’ll wait just outside.” Without questioning, I did as he said, and walked over to the guy, all focus on his dick, which was a good size and oozing precum. I knelt in front of him and he quickly grabbed my head and rammed his dick into my throat. I gagged, spit, choked and pushed off and looked up him ready to tell him to chill the fuck out as I knew what I was doing. He roughly grabbed my head again, this time with both hands, and rammed his dick back into my throat as he snarled just barely above a whisper, “Fucking faggots. Always chasing after my dick. Always answering the door with your ass showing. Always inviting me in or asking me if I can fix their broken remote. All you faggots are alike.” My eyes were watering and spit rolling down my chin as he pummeled my throat with his dick and my ears with his tirade. I was confused as I thought everyone wanted to be with me, fuck me, have me suck them, but he just seemed angry, hateful even. I started to push off him and gasped for air as he let my head go and pointed at one of the stalls, “Get in there.” I swallowed hard and said, “Someone may come. We can to the RV, we can……” SLAP! I grabbed my face, surprised at the sting from his hand, and he said again, “Get in there,” so I got up, went in the stall, turned around, and had to edge myself against the wall on the side to make room as he squeezed in and slid the lock on the door behind us. The door was of those shutter doors with little slats angled down, and the wall on the left was concrete blocks and the wall to the next stall was wood down to the floor with metal patches screwed into it where someone must have covered holes in the wall in the past. I yelped a little as the delivery guy roughly yanked my shorts down, ripping the button, and then dug his nails into my flesh as he forced my trunks down past my shorts. He roughly angled me in front of him facing the toilet and back wall, slapped my ass a couple times with his dick, covered my mouth with his left hand and tried to force his dick into me. “Fucking faggots. All you want is my dick. I’ll teach you to chase what you don’t deserve. DAMN IT, OPEN THAT FUCKING HOLE UP, I SAID OPEN IT, SHIT, SPIT ON MY HAND, MORE SPIT ON IT.” I was anything but relaxed and my hole had clenched tight so he was having a hard time getting in. He added his own spit to mine, coated his dick, spit some more and roughly fingered my hole, and still he could not get it in. I chuckled a little, because it was kind of funny, but that just pissed him off and SLAP! My ears were ringing as he almost tore the door off the hinges unlocking it, stomped over to the sinks with his dick hanging out and my ass showing without a care for who else may have come in. He literally tore one of those little soap dispensers apart as he yanked the plastic top holding the pink soap off the base, came back into the stall, relocked the door, and poured what felt like half of it on my ass and roughly fingered some inside me. He tossed the plastic soap holder into the corner, covered my mouth with his now soapy hand and this time his dick slid right in with one, rough thrust, making me tense and try to pull away. “Fucking faggot. Now you got that dick. Feel that? Your Pa said you were nothing but a sissy pussy, and he was right. Fucking faggot.” The harder he fucked my ass, the sloppier my ass came and sounded like it was making bubbles with the soap. He fucked and fucked and fucked, the whole time calling me names and squeezing my face hard. His pace did not change and I was not sure he had cummed in me until he yanked his dick out in one pull, turned me around and pushed me to a sitting position on the toilet and shoved his now soapy dick in my mouth. “Don’t move your fucking tongue faggot. Hold still. You can taste my load later after you shit it out. You drink piss? Of course you do faggot. Of course you do. Well I am full, have not pissed in hours so drink up you fucking faggot.” The deliveryman held my head tight as I felt his dick soften just slightly before a hot stream of piss started pouring down my throat. I choked and gagged and it kept coming and I forced myself to swallow as much as I could. In mid stream he let go of my head, leaned back against the door and then squeezed his dick with his right hand as he pulled it out of my mouth with a POP and the finished up by pissing all over me, splattering the stall and his pant legs in the process, but he did not seem to mind. He shook the final few drops at my face, zipped up, unlocked the stall, and left. I stayed where I was a minute, wiped the piss drops out of eyes, got up, pulled up my shorts, and as I started to leave was met by Brett who was coming in. I shoved my way past him and half ran/stumbled back down to the lake and waded in shorts and all and started scrubbing at my face and rinsing my mouth out. I had dunked under and come back up to see Brett standing on the shore and just turned my back. My mind raced, I was angry, confused, my ass hurt, my mouth tasted awful, my stomach felt sour. I wanted to wretch, yet soon realized I did not even know what I was angry about really, and while yeah the soap tasted bad, I did have to admit I liked how he fucked, and drinking his piss, and in my mind I heard someone say, “The only thing you need to remember is tops have rights, bottoms have responsibilities and yours is to be a good sissy.” But no, I was still angry. Why? Brett handed me my towel when I climbed out and we did not say a word to each other as we walked back to the RV. I also did not say a word to Pa as I walked past him to get inside, while he and Brett stood outside talking. I went right to the back and did some crystal, and then some more, and soon whatever I had felt dulled and went away. I guessed we were done then as Pa and Brett came in, the RV started, then rattled, then stalled. Started, rattled, backfired, then stalled. Started and stalled again, Pa yelled, swore, the RV door slammed, the engine door on the back opened up, the smell of something burnt and smoking filled the RV and Pa swore and yelled even more, and I laughed a little, did some crystal, and said to myself, “Serves him right.” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 10: The Road Trip Part 2 **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Part IV I don't think I slept very long, like a half hour at most. I woke up to my new buddy shaking and asking "You okay, buddy?" "Okay, just tired," I replied. "It's more than the heat," he returned, remarking the 151 Rum I had been drinking was powerful stuff. "I should be fine. I've only had four drinks," I replied. "Yeah, but I don't think you realize how much booze you poured into your glass. You probably poured two, if not three shots per glass, and that's an awful lot of rum in a single serving." I just kind of nodded, too tired to really pay much attention. "We'd better get you up so you can walk it off a bit," he commented, as he and the guy who had grabbed my ass earlier each took one of my arms, and helped me stand-up. My legs felt like rubber and I could barely stand upright. We were all laughing but I had no idea why I was other than they were. They tried to help me take a step and I was so groggy I almost fell over, even with them holding on to me. My lack of balance threw all of us all off balance with the result I fell on an empty table. My buddy let go of me and ended up crashing into another table, and the second guy pretty much fell on top of me. Again, we were all laughing, the two of them at me as I laughed at their antics. "Lucky this table was here to catch me," I noted, which only set them off again in uncontrollable laughter. With that I spaced out again. Only for a couple of minutes, as far as I could tell, as when I came around the second guy was still more or less on top of me. "What's goin' on?" I asked. "We're getting a cot for you, so don't worry," he replied, and sure enough, the cot magically appeared and I crashed, more than happy to sleep it off. Completely exhausted, I nodded out for several minutes, only awakening when I felt something happening to my ass. It felt pretty damn good, even if it was miles away. "What's goin' on," I managed to ask. "Oh, you're awake! Sorry, but your ass is so fuckin' beautiful I just had to taste it, like this," the guy replied, as he drove his tongue into my ass crevice. I just laid there trying to think, but it was hard to do with the sensations he was causing with his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. Then I felt something actually entering my hole. I almost jumped off the cot where I was reclining, but found I couldn't move my limbs. They just didn't work like they were supposed to. He kept it up for a while and then it dawned on my befuddled mind that my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. Just then my buddy came back and asked "Hey what the hell are you doing?" The other guy stopped his tongue but inserted a finger into my ass as he said he just couldn't resist this nice ass and it tasted so good. My buddy told him he probably shouldn't be doing that with me about passed out and not knowing what was going on. The guy said I think he knows as he has been moaning for a while and I just felt his cock and it is hard. With that he stuck second finger in my hole and twirled them around a bit and when he hit a spot I didn't know was there I moaned again. It really felt great. He kept up the massage there driving me wild but still unable to figure out exactly why. They were talking but I really couldn't understand what they were saying much with my foggy brain. Just heard a word here and there. Something about dangerous, toxic, convert, drunk. Last word I caught I was pretty sure of that but not the others at all. Between being tired, drunk and turned on with my hole being used I couldn't seem to keep a thought. The conversation went on for a while when they guy said he thought it was time for something and my buddy said something like he found this hot too. He said go ahead and try and see what it is like. The guy then pulled his fingers out of me all of a sudden and stood up. This caused me to moan as it left an empty feeling. It didn't last long though as I felt something wet on my hole and a pressure and I was trying to think and thought it was him putting his fingers back in me. It sure felt like all his fingers at once though and then boom I felt my ass give and a large pressure going inside me. It hurt but only for a few seconds as he held still a little bit and then I felt the pressure going in and out of my hole and it felt like about every other stroke went deeper and deeper. He was definitely hitting that spot and I was moaning in pleasure now and my cock was throbbing like crazy under me. He kept up what he was doing for a while and then I felt him go in deep one last time and it felt like he was shaking behind me and grunting some. I could actually feel something warm in my hole but had no idea what it was. Then the filled feeling was gone as he pulled back. My buddy then was saying that was hotter than hell watching that. He told the guy to help him with me a bit. The two of them then lifted me up off of the table and next thing I knew they were laying me down. I thought they were putting me on the cot to sleep for a bit and kind of spaced out again. As I faded a bit I felt something around my wrists and it felt like my legs were lifted up and out. When I came around again a minute or so later again my buddy was looking me in the eyes and I could feel the pressure in my hole again. In and out and wow, hitting that spot again and my cock felt like it was going to explode. I wasn't sure what was happening but my buddy right over me like that then leaned down and oh hell, he kissed me and in my state of arousal I was kissing him back. He broke off the kiss and told me my ass was like velvet but I didn't know what he meant by it. He leaned back then and I kind of lifted my head up. I then realized my hands were held in place by some sort of chains and my legs were being held wide apart and my buddy was between my legs and as I tried to focus I all at once could see down there and could actually see his cock huge and hard. I then noticed there was a mirror on a pole overhead that looked right between us. I looked in it and my buddies cock was hard alright and going in and out of an ass hard and fast. Took me a bit before I realized it was my ass. My mind was trying to figure that out and what it meant but failing as that blasted spot inside there was driving me totally in orbit and I could feel it getting ready to cum but couldn't seem to figure out why since I wasn't touching it. Then I heard my buddy talking. I tried to sort it out but again was only catching parts here and there. Something about him going to cum, fill that neg hole, toxic again, going to be a huge flood, hole going to be ruined. I lost it again though as I was watching in the mirror again as he suddenly rammed his cock to the balls in the ass there and I heard him saying something about converting that hole good now and then my cock erupted and sent cum from my stomach clear up to my face. Probably the most cum I could ever remember producing. My buddy then was leaning over me again but now was licking up my cum all the way up to my face where he planted another kiss on me and as my mouth opened he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I could feel something in my mouth also and swallowed.

Part III My new buddy and I had a good laugh about his joke. Those two may have put on a show for me but they didn't know I was straight so their show was for mostly nothing. Not that I hadn't enjoyed the show but it was just mainly curiosity to me. We then went over and grabbed another couple of chairs near the coolers and got another rum and coke. Was about 1:30 in the afternoon by now and the heat was really climbing. Had to be a good 90 degrees or more already and going up. As we were drinking and talking it all at once dawned on me that I was still running around in my jockstrap only. I told my bud I had forgotten my clothes on the float. He said oh hell and jumped up and said he would be back soon as the float had headed out. All I could think was crap, how can I walk through town now with only my jock on and my butt hanging out. Plus it wouldn't do me much good to get to my car as my keys were in my shorts pocket. I had nothing to do but wait now and see what happened. Being inside this 'tarp' room was relaxing though. I got up and decided to hobble around a little and went out to look at the tables. I kind of limped around looking at things I really had no idea about. Ran into a couple of the guys my bud had introduced me to and talked to them for a bit. While talking to them another guy I hadn't met before came up behind me and all at once I felt a hand grab my ass and rub up and down my crack as he came around me. I nearly jumped over the table. The guys I was talking to about laughed their heads off. The new guy wanted to know what was so funny. One of the guys told him he had just grabbed a handful of STRAIGHT ass. "Holy shit" he remarked, adding "sorry! I thought you were the new guy who was there to convert." He also complemented my ass, saying it looked mighty inviting. I told him "No big deal. Nothing's hurt" and he joined us in a bit of a talk. I asked if I could help and one of the guys said hold still and wrapped one of those lumberyard nail apron around my waist. He said there is change in there and prices were marked on everything. I dug in and soon was fairly busy with customers. This went on for a good half hour. While selling t-shirt with a big rainbow on it to a customer I was leaning over the table quite a ways to help. The guy who had grabbed me earlier was right beside me and as I stood back up he was smiling. I asked what was up and he said if I kept bending over the table like that with that nice ass you aren't going to straight much longer and laughed. I told him I didn't have much choice at the moment as this was all the clothes I had and told him about leaving my stuff on the float and my buddy had went to try and get it back. It kind of dried up a bit at that table for a bit so I wondered around a little and soon settled into another table selling sex toys. I recognized the vibrators and dildos but some of the stuff there I had no idea of and was glad the prices were already marked. I was going a fairly brisk business when a guy walked up and asked about the difference between two similar but slightly different items. I told him I had no idea about them. I said hang on a sec and I will try to get someone to help explain. I turned and saw the guy who had grabbed my ass just finishing with a customer at another table. He turned my direction and I waved him over. He asked "What's up?" I answered my customer was asking questions about a couple of products about which I had no idea how to answer. He turned to the customer and then started to explain them. I was listening too so I would learn. I found out the products were two butt plugs, a type of sex toy of which I had never heard. I learned quite a bit in a hurry. One was designed pretty much simply to be stuck in one's ass, but the other butt plug had two features: it could be inflated to a larger size and also could vibrate. I had no idea there were toys of this sort, but again, it's always good to learn. After a bit I decided to take a break again and went inside the tarps again to see if my drink was still there. It was right where I had left it and I picked it up and sat down to enjoy it. The swing, which I had found out was called portable sling, and both tables were busy again I noticed. I didn't have much interest but nothing else to do decided to see what they were up to. The one table had a guy on all fours with another behind him doing a hell of a pounding into him doggie style. The second table had a guy on his back and they were fucking missionary style and the top guy was munching the hell out of the bottom guy's nipples. The guy in the sling was something else, with a guy really driving hard into his ass and three others waiting in line for a turn. I thought that was a lot. I got up to go take a closer look having never seen a sling before. As I got closer I noticed the guy in it had his arms and legs apparently locked in it so he could not get out. I said something about it to the guy I was standing next to and he said sometimes guys want it but want to be restrained so they don't back out and get a full dose for sure. I watched for a bit and then went back to my seat as the second guy was stepping up to the sling for his turn. I just shook my head thinking that I had been in on a couple of gangbangs with women, but this was wild for sure. I finished my drink and made another one. By now it was about 3:00 PM and that damn temperature was really up there. Had to be a good 95 or more now so this cold drink was really good. Between the heat and being on my third 151 Rum & Coke I was starting to get a little tired. I kept catching myself nodding but managed to stay mostly awake. Then about a half hour later my buddy finally got back with a big smile. We were both wearing only our jockstrap, but he had two handfuls of clothes. He had found my short, shirt and hallelujah, my shoes. He told me he was sorry it took so long but didn't catch up to the float until it had got clear back to the farm they made it at. I told him I didn't care as he had got them though. "I see you've been helping out," as he gestured to the money apron I was still wearing. I removed it, gave it to him and he walked over and put it in another cooler where they kind of stored that stuff. He came back and soon had us both fixed up with another drink. It was definitely more relaxing now that I knew I had my clothes though. We talked for a while and then he said I will be back in a bit and went out. I leaned back in the chair and finished my drink and was soon nodding off again. I kept telling myself to get up and head for the car but it felt too nice just sitting relaxing and soon I had nodded off to sleep.

Part II The parade had been a hoot and getting to ride in it after hurting my ankle was kind of cool too. Wearing nothing but my jockstrap made me a little uneasy but hey, when you hurt to try things sometimes to get a lift. LOL As we crossed the finish line my new buddy told me to just hang on a bit as we were going to head back towards the start a ways to where they had set up a small camp for sales of gay pride items. That way I wouldn't have so far to walk to my car. My ankle was still hurting somewhat, so that sounded pretty good to me. We probably went back a good half of the distance to the start then. My buddy had hopped on the float too and stripped his other clothes off too, down to his jock too. I noticed he did have the same tat as the others and seemed to look to be in better shape than I had thought. Should have known from the way he had basically tossed me up onto the float when I first hurt my ankle, but now I could actually see. We both hung onto the same support bar and were again just passing the time talking about basically nothing. A couple of times we hit bumps or had to brake for other traffic. My buddy, being somewhat behind me, bumped up against me those times. I didn't pay attention until much until some jerk pulled out from a stop sign right in front of us and our driver had to hit the brakes pretty hard. I and my buddy were somewhat thrown on each other, and with laying on my back. I then noticed that I registered his hard which was rubbing up against my ass, which was essentially naked, as the jock strap I was wearing was open in the rear. We gathered ourselves back up and I turned slightly and glanced down. Yep, he was definitely hard as a rock and from what I could see through his jockstrap bulge, he was also very very big. He saw me look and seemed to be somewhat embarrassed. He told me he was sorry about that, but his busy schedule for a while now, had not let him have time for any sex and he was afraid the bumping against me had done him and he couldn't seem to control it rubbing up against my butt. I laughed and responded "No problem. Sorry, I turned you on for nothing though." "It wasn't for nothing as I enjoyed it, even if that's all that happened," he remarked, adding that my ass was really nice and firm. A few minutes later he remarked he would find a way to put his tool to use. We both kind of laughed, at which point he remarked "My boyfriend has been somewhat ill and is at the encampment awaiting my return." He also went on to explain his boyfriend just felt a little out of it, and in any event, and had felt neither up to the walk nor to the ride. He had probably helped set up their stuff though. He told me it would be about 16 tables in somewhat of a circle and they then set up poles in the center with tarps to make a place they could get into and rest or whatever without being seen from outside. We soon arrived at their camp and it did look nice. Away from most traffic but close enough to not be out of the way at all too. It had the tables in a circle, signs about almost anything gay and tops of tables full of things and customers and in the middle a circle of tarps just like he described it to me. He helped me down from the float but putting weight on my ankle still hurt like hell. "Why don't you come in and rest a bit longer and have a drink before walking to my car?" 'What the hell', I thought, I might as well, especially as I had no idea where my friends had gone. He led me in and introduced me to some of the others, and gestured for me to be seated, and asked what I wanted to drink. "Coke would be nice," I replied. "Be right back," he remarked as he disappeared into the kitchen. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes he returned, a Coke in hand, along with a towel in which he had packed some ice for my ankle. He pulled another chair up and had me put my foot up and placed the towel on my ankle. He sat down and we drank our Cokes and talked some more, then he excused himself and said he better help sell a little. He went and another of the guys he had introduced me too came and sat down and we talked a while too. After about an hour my bud came back carrying another Coke for me and asked how I was doing. I stood up and tried a few steps and had to admit it was feeling a lot better but still a little tender. He told me I should just walk around a bit and get used to it before heading out. I started to walk around the center tarps then as he went to wait on another customer. I walked somewhat slowly around looking at their wares as I went. I came to the opening they had made in the tarps to get into them. They were pretty well hidden from view from the tables and they had also taken the precaution, I noticed to not have any goods for sale for about a four or five foot section of the tables there. As I was just starting to go by, I came to an abrupt stop, as I could see from this point behind the tarps. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. There was some sort of swing hung from a frame, and a guy was laying on his back in the swing as another guy stood between his legs. Obviously the one man was fucking the other. I stood there, my mouth agape, I'm sure, for a minute or so. 'Wow', was all I could think. I had never seen two guys having sex before, and it had never occurred to me they would go about it in public. From their moans, however, it sounded like they were both having a good time. I turned to leave, and almost ran my new buddy down. He quietly remarked he was checking to see if I was or wasn't still around, and then he grinned and asked if I was enjoying the show. Then he chuckled, remarking the look on my face was precious. "That's the first first time I've ever seen two guys fucking," I explained. Taking me by the arm he answered "Come here, a sec," leading me right into the middle of the tarps. I have no idea why I let him lead me in there, but I stopped dead once there: not only were there the two guys at the swing but there were two wooden tables nearby on which four more guys fucking, two on a table. I stopped and stared with mouth open. 'What the hell?' was all I could think. "We don't just only come in here for rest but for fun, also," my buddy remarked with obvious satisfaction. Again he laughed again at my look, adding it must be quite a shock to a straight guy like me who had never even seen gay sex before. I had the presence of mind to reply "Sure, it's a shock, but go ahead if you want." I turned to leave, only to step on something with my bad ankle and all but fell almost on top of one of the tables, almost tipping it and the two guys off of on the ground. My bud grabbed me from behind to steady me, as I made my excuses to the two guys I had all but knocked to the ground. A few second passed before I realized my buddy cock was pressed-up against my ass, and that he was about as hard as he had been earlier on the float. "Are you okay," he asked, although I noticed he didn't move away from my body. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just stepped on something," which, as it turned out, was one of the guy's shoes. My buddy had pretty much picked me up off the ground again and then turned to set me down away from the table a little and his huge cock was against my ass the whole time till he set me down. Again, as I turned I looked down he again laughed, and remarked "Sorry about that. Guess that ass of yours just turns me on!" I returned his laugh, and added "It sure must!" Changing the subject, he asked "You want another Coke?" "Sure," I replied. As he turned to get it he then asked if I drank any alcohol. "Sure, Rum and Code is my favorite. The 151 proof stuff that, although strong, seems to me to be smoother." "I think we actually have some of it" he remarked as he began searching through a small cabinet. "Hey, yeah, we do have some," and with that he brought me an ice-cold can of Coke and the rum. I opened the Coke, took a big swig, just to make some room for the rum, and then poured a healthy quantity of rum into the can. He also made himself a drink, and we stood there drinking and chatting, although I couldn't ignore the reality of what was happening a scant few feet from where we were standing. After a minute or so the sounds from the table demanded my attention, and I turned to see the one man was apparently cumming inside the other man. Both men were moaning in pleasure and I could even see that the bottom guy's cock seemed to jump and he started to cum all over himself and he hadn't even touched his cock. 'Amazing', I thought, 'the two guys seem to be in another world'. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. My buddy put his hand on my shoulder and whispered to me, that he thought they were making more noise than normal and probably just showing off for the new guy, me. I looked at him and we both started laughing.

PART 3 How had I gotten in this position? Impaled on a poz stranger's raw dick as I was being brutally face fucked by my boyfriend? I thought I heard a knock on the front door. My boyfriend withdrew himself from my mouth muttering "I've gotta get the door, but if you know what is good for you, you won't even TRY to get off that big dick you're riding." Two minutes later my boyfriend walked back into the room with a six foot tall, somewhat young Latino muscle boy. "This Sam's boyfriend Carlos, and he is the FUN I told you was coming. Keep riding Sam's dick and we'll start with a little show." I wasn't ready for what happened next. My boyfriend slowing undressed the new hunk licking and caressing every inch of his hard muscled body. Carlos's thick 9" dick was already swelling when my man got down on his knees and swallowed it it one swift move. Carlos groaned and moaned with pleasure as he grabbed the back of my man's head and throat fucked him slow and deep. Then I hear Carlos say "I've missed that mouth and you give the best head ever." What was I hearing? My boyfriend knew both Sam and Carlos, and had sucked Carlos' dick before? What else didn't I know about my boyfriend's activities?. With that my man stopped sucking and pushed Carlos back on the bed so both Carlos and Sam were laying next to each other. Then, without missing a beat, my man impaled himself on Carlos' dick. So there we were, side by side each bouncing up and down on the two muscle boyfriend's dicks. This was definitely FUN, even if also frightening. Sam was POZ. Did that mean Carlos was also? In addition,why did my lover know them, and why had he played around with (at least) Carlos? Meanwhile Sam slowed-down, and looking over to Carlos said "It's time to switch. You need to try this hot little muscle ass for a while." With that my boyfriend climbed-off Carlos' cock, ordering me to switch places, adding "Before you slide down on Carlos, get down on him, clean up his dick, and then ride it until you squeeze a load out of him." I did as ordered, and watched as my man did the same for Sam, sitting down on that huge cock without hesitation. His head thrown back with obvious pleasure he groaned "It's so good to have that big fuckin' dick in me again. It's been too long and I need a recharge " With that I passed out and rolled onto the floor. To be continued

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

I have them sometimes,I like getting them rimmed,tounged.I`ve found that getting fucked packs them in,plus the bleed too.Makes a better chance of getting pozed

... and then pouring all the mixed loads of the cum from the fleshlight into your gaping hole? Hot