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Was extremely horned up yesterday. The gym only made it worse. My dick was raging in my NP jock. There was this furry fucker who was barely dressed on the tread. His cock was bouncing as he ran which caused my hole to twitch. I was changing later and saw he was in the locker room. I walked up and asked if he had a good run and he motioned to my cock and said he thinks I did. We started some small talk and he reached over and pulled me close and asked if I wanted to follow him home. When I said yes, he forced his tongue in my mouth and slid a hand down my shorts and two fingers in my chute. When we got to his place, he stopped me right inside the front door, pulled my shorts down, spat on my hole, then his cock and started to force his head in. I bent over and forced myself back on him. He started jackhammering my ass and came seconds later. He stayed in me and said "now you can come in." He pulled out and took off the rest of his clothes. I followed suit. He showed me around while his finger working his load in deeper the entire time. We sat on the sofa and a few minutes later I was sitting on his lap with a dick up me. We fucked all afternoon. 4 loads and I was a happy man. When I was getting ready to leave he asked if I had to go and asked if I wanted to play a tad longer. My shorts came back off and while bent over the sofa, he grabbed his laptop and rested it on my back. Cock lodged in me, he started searching for more guys. Asked if I really wanted to be loaded up. Of course I did. An hour later, 6 more guys where there. 4 hours later I had been fucked and loaded by a total of 8 guys and my hole was puffed out and dripping 17 loads, not counting the 4 from earlier, and my beard was matted w cum from cleaning off all the rods. When I was leaving my new furry gym buddy kissed me goodbye and slid a huge plug in me so I didn't leak on the way home. I just woke up and the plug is still buried. My beard is crunchy and smells like a sex club. I'm giving the plug more time to let those loads soak in. Fuck, typing this out, smelling the sex on me has caused me to get rock hard and would love another round or ten.

woke up super horny and went on CL. saw a post for an blindfolded ass in the air bottom taking loads. wrote him that i was heading to his neighborhood. he replied that he wasn't having much luck and wasn't sure how much longer he'd be hosting. when i got to his neighborhood i wrote him and he said sorry but he'd gotten bored and left home. i said i understood and went to a bar and have a beer and cruise the internet on my phone. a few minutes later he wrote me back saying he felt bad letting me down and if i still wanted to come over he'd give up his hole. i got to his building and he buzzed me in. I walked up to his apartment and pushed the door open. as promised he was on all fours, blindfolded, ass up and ready. i took off my shoes, dropped my jeans to the floor and walked over to inspect what was on offer. i ran my hands over his nice round ass and probed his dark welcoming hole. it was lubed and ready. i started rubbing my cock against his crack and asked him who else had been inside him that morning. he said he was sad that he'd only been fucked by one guy so far that day. i asked if he knew the guy and he said no it was another anon top from CL. knowing i was getting sloppy seconds really turned me on and i slid my now rock hard cock inside him. his ass was smooth and tight but he took me easily like an experienced bottom. i asked him how it made him feel letting total strangers stick their dirty cocks inside him and use his hole. he said he loved every minute of it. i told him that was good because I cared about was how my cock felt and i was going to use him like a cheap whore. He immediately tightened his grip on my shaft and said that was exactly what he wanted. I gave him a good long fuck, pounding him till I was close to cumming then stopping with my cock balls deep inside him, telling him i wasn't going cum until I'd gotten everything i wanted out of his hole. I don't know how long we went, but eventually my knees started to go numb and I knew it was time to finish. I started pounding him hard and deep and told him a stranger he'd never seen was about to shoot a huge load in his ass. I heard him take a big hit of poppers and he moaned and started squeezing his hole tight around my cock. I started moaning myself as the sensation in my cock grew and grew well past the point where i would normally cum. I went out of my head the way you do before a really great orgasm and just fucked him like an animal. I remember calling him a worthless cum dump bottom as I started to cum, but in reality his hole was the most important thing in the world to me at the moment. I came and came and came, and kept fucking that sweet ass until my cock was completely spent and limp. By this time my legs were almost completely numb and I had a hard time even standing up. I managed to get my pants back on, thanked him for being a good bottom who knew his place and was out the door. Never saw his face, he never saw mine. Just the way I like it.

I have attended my share of weddings in my 48 years: family, friends and the occasional plus one of someone I was dating to an obscure relative or friend I really didn’t know. With the recent decision of the SCOTUS, I have now attended three gay weddings in the last year. Weddings are what they are: a couple saying words of commitment then the party is on. The wedding this past Saturday was no different. What was different was I was helping my fiancé, who was serving as the wedding coordinator, just to make sure the events went off without a hitch. We arrived early to help get things set up and arraigned various aspects that would lend to a smoother progression of events throughout the evening. We finished preparations early and even went for a sandwich at the corner deli, upon returning to the venue and devouring our lunch, other pieces began to arrive, chairs, flowers, band etc. Then the guest began to trickle in. Most were your typical friends and family of the grooms, and to be honest, most didn't catch my eye until, that is, a cute young man walked in with his mom, dad and sister. I wasn’t sure who he was but it was obvious by the people he was mingling with he was related to one of the grooms. He stood just under 6’ and had the typical haircut that so many young men wear today, short on the sides and longer on top, combed over to one side and spiked in the front. He was adorable. It was about thirty minutes to the beginning of the ceremony and after circulating a bit taking care of last minute details I realized the young man seemed to be watching me. I was flattered. I am a 6’ tall, and weigh in somewhere just shy of 200 pounds. Most of me is muscle, and I'm generally well-proportioned, although due to the combination of meds I do have a disproportionate ring of fat around my waist, which gives me a slight belly. Although I consider myself reasonably attractive, most young men wouldn’t give me the time of day. Anyhow, with a couple of discrete questions, I learned the young guy's name was Zach, that had turned 18 just a few weeks earlier, and that he was a nephew of one of the grooms. The boy kept checking me out and I had to stifle my inclination to ask him "Who's your daddy?" Clearly a good call considering where we were, and that he was there with his family. The ceremony wrapped up and the happy couple began to circulate after signing the required legal documents, and after some time, they finally made it to the buffet line and heavy appetizers began to be consumed. I waited until most of the guests had had a chance to begin eating before making a plate for myself then sitting down to eat. I had noticed that Zach had positioned himself so he could watch me eat from his position at his table. I consumed my portion and noticed he had gone back for seconds, so I got up and went back to the buffet to find him chowing down on a couple sliders. “Hey, how’s it going?” he asked between bites. “Going smoothly. Having a good time?” “Yeah, but I could be having more fun, if you know what I mean.” He seemed to blush a bit with his boldness. I just smiled and took my food back to my table, noticing, however, that Zach was still watching me, almost stalking me. Frankly, the kid's attentions were leaving me with a hard-on. After I was finished eating, I noticed went to the restroom to wash up, noticing Zach had disappeared. I figured he had found someone else who was more receptive to his invitation. I entered the small, single occupant restroom, I turned and locked the door, and stepped-up to the sink to wash up only to find Zach standing in front of me. He had hidden behind the short wall that separated the sink from the toilet and been waiting for me to enter. “So, does Daddy want to have some fun?” “Ummm, Zach, there’s a whole room of people out there.” “So there is just us in here.” He began to grope my hardening cock within my pants, as his lips brushed mine, returned the kiss and slide around the boy to the sink, to wash my hands of the food particles. Washing my hands only made me have to pee. “Zach I have to piss if you don’t mind.” He suddenly plopped onto the toilet seat and quickly unzipped my pants and my semi hard cock was in his mouth. “You sure about this?" I asked. He nodded, and with a little concentration I let the stream begin to flow. He tightened his lips around my shaft and gulped down every drop. When he felt the stream end he began to work his mouth up and down the now hardening shaft until I was fully erect and oozing dirty precum down his throat. He worked my shaft as I began to moan, trying to be quiet so as not to alert the other guests. Somehow, meanwhile, Zach had undone his belt and pants and was stroking his impressive member, and when my cock was wet and slimy from his oral attention, he suddenly stood up and turned around, pinning me against the wall then guided my erect rod into his hole, backing-up slowly onto my shaft. Soon he had fully impaled himself on my tool. Then he began to pleasure himself (and, admittedly me), by bracing himself on the toilet tank and gyrating on my throbbing member. I worked myself it in and out of his tight hole noticing some red on my shaft. I figured that, with only spit for lube, Zach had ripped his hole. But even so, he hid his discomfort and urged me on. I began pounding into the willing boy and had to put a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, his hole massaging my shaft as I repeatedly slid in and out. I wasn’t going to last long and felt my cream boiling up from my balls, as my shaft swelled up and became just a little harder. I made a final thrust into his hole, my cock throbbing as I filled Zach with my toxic seed, blast after blast coating his internal walls. As the flow of seed began to dwindle I resumed my pounding and worked the cream into his intestinal walls. As his ass began to spasm, he shot ropes of cum onto the toilet seat cover, and my second load shot into his ass, filling him with more toxic jism. I pulled out, and he immediately spun around and cleaned off the ass juice, blood, and semen from my deflating tool, he also proudly made it a point to show me his wreaked hole. Before we dressed, he licked his cream from the seat cover, and I leaned over and licked the cum from his hole, tasting his sweet teen ass. He wiped his hole then pulled up and adjusted his pants, as I was doing the same to mine. When he kissed me in thanks, there was the taste of his cream on his lips, and I shared with him some of his ass juices. Then we fixed our clothing, and washed-up a bit. Just before we left the restroom Zach slipped me a card on which he had provided his name, number, and e-mail. As I exited, he slid behind the partition, discretely joining the party a few minutes later. As he and his family were leaving, after the cake cutting he whispered “Thanks for taking my cherry. Hope to hear from you, Daddy.” If he only knew what I had left behind in his rectum.

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.

Part 6 Luke moaned a little as Steve extracted his fat, spent cock from his ass. When Steve’s thick mushroom head plopped out, a glob of toxic cum came with it, running down Luke’s tan, muscular hamstring. “Fuck, your hole is amazing.” Steve proclaimed, backing away from the bent over jock and collecting his post-coital self. Billy pulled his curved dick from Luke’s mouth and said, “get on your back. “ Luke complied, and his rock hard dick lay flat on his chest pointing toward his face. Luke's cock was dripping precum; it would take only a few strokes to achieve orgasm. Billy positioned himself between Luke’s spread legs, dragged his cock head through Steve’s escaped dirty cum, and then positioned his dick against Luke’s pucker. “You ready for my raw dick, bitch?” “Yeah,” Luke said, looking into Billy’s eyes. Billy was already on the edge, having been blown by Luke for the past several minutes. It wouldn’t take him long to shoot his load into Luke’s fuck hole. Billy’s bent dick began its descent into Luke’s guts. Although Steve’s jism lubed the way, he took his time entering Luke. Luke felt the curve of Billy’s dick veering against his ass lining, and he moaned in pleasure. Billy's long dick bottomed out in Luke, balls against Luke’s ass, and leaned onto Luke, resting on him, sweaty-chest-to-sweaty-chest. “I’m all the way in you.” He whispered into Luke’s ear. “Your dick feels amazing, Billy.” “Oh yeah? You like my bare dick in you?” “Fuck yeah I do.” “I’m throbbing in you. You feel so good.” Billy began mini-thrusts against Luke’s prostate, and Luke smiled. Steve appeared at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, clicking photos of the scene. “Here’s something else you should know, bitch: I’ve been a bad boy. I’ve probably taken a hundred anonymous loads this month. No condoms, no names, no questions. I'm chasing everything. I’m not just toxic, I’m fucking radioactive. And now, so are you. You’re my fellow, filthy cumdump. This is your destiny.” Billy kissed Luke, and Luke’s heart raced. What the fuck did Billy just say? This was more than Luke had in mind when he knowingly touched Steve's poz dick a few hours earlier. This sexual romp had gone way too far. Luke didn't actively want STDs. He didn't want to be a filthy cumdump. And yet, Luke didn't put up resistance; he just kissed Billy back. Billy’s mini-thrusts became more methodic, quicker, and deeper. Luke was pinned body to body with Billy, and the two were becoming one. Moments into their deep tongued kiss, Billy screamed “I’m cumming!! OH FUCK, I’m cumming!!!! I’m fucking shooting my load in you, bitch!!” and he kept thrusting his nuclear seed deep in Luke’s guts. After his orgasm subsided, Billy rose from Luke’s sweaty chest. With his bent, uncut cock still in the boy, he looked down at his conquest with a grin. Steve’s camera phone clicked some more. Steve switched it to video, and Steve said “nice, Billy. Fuck that hot load into him some more. Luke, you just took another filthy load. Look at those letters above his dick. Mmmmm. That’s you now too, whore. His dick looks so hot in your used hole.” Billy took hold of Luke’s rock hard dick and jerked it. With just a few strokes, a huge spray of cum shot onto Luke’s rippling six pack. Billy pulled his dick from Luke’s ass, with a whimper from Luke, and then lapped up the cum from Luke’s stomach. “Probably his last clean load ever. Savor it.” Steve said, still videoing the scene. He panned to Luke’s face and captured a concerned but satiated look.

Got my ass destroyed by an enormous black cock last night. Worked me over so good that when he asked if he could cum in me I couldn't even respond. Shot his load so deep in me I think it coated my brain. I wrote the hole experience up on my blog, check it out.

Part 5 Steve had sent the following text to Billy: “The boy just told me he’s horny and wants to come over. I told him you and I were both going to fuck him tonight. See you in a few. Oh, and you’re welcome.” Billy grinned upon receipt. Dinner plans with his fuckbud Steve had apparently evolved. A little while later, Billy let himself into Steve’s apartment. Walking back into the den, he encountered Luke on his knees, his head bobbing back and forth on Steve’s long, thick dick. Steve saw Billy and grinned. Luke then noticed the stranger out of the corner of his eye, removed himself from Steve’s throbbing dick, and quickly made it to his feet. “Luke, this is Billy. Billy, Luke,” Steve announced. Feeling self-conscious, Luke extended his hand and avoided eye contact with Billy. “Nice to meet you, Luke.” Billy grabbed Luke’s hand, and then put his other hand on Luke’s shoulder, “Relax, buddy, I don’t bite.” Luke eased up a bit and smiled as Billy added “Looks like I’m a little late to the party,” sizing-up Steve's erect dick which protruded from his jeans, awaiting someone - anyone to resume ministrations. Billy leaned in, kissed Steve, and stroking Steve’s dick as part of his greeting. Luke took the opportunity to assess Billy. Probably in his mid-thirties, Billy was about 6’2, 175 pounds. Skinnier than he or Steve, Billy had a boy-ish look, with a mop of shaggy brown hair and a scruffy, handsome face. He had sleeves of tattoos on both arms and an earing in his right ear. Luke found that he had sex appeal, but different from that of Steve: Billy seemed mischievous and fun, another man unlike any Luke had been with before. “Luke here was just worshipping my POZ dick. He’s taken my loads all weekend. My poison is brewing inside him. He’s becoming my toxic slut.” Steve broke the kiss to say. “Hot,” Billy remarked as he removed his shirt, revealing a torso full of tattoos, including a scorpion to the left of his belly button, similar to the one he did for Steve the day before, and a biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. “Billy’s been taking my loads for years. He is your destiny, Luke. Forget the bullshit life you’ve lead before now 'cause now you’re a fucking slut. My slut. Our slut. Your hole and your dick are fucking poison to everyone but us.” The words were sinking into Luke’s brain as Billy sank to his knees, pulled down Luke’s shorts, and began sucking Luke’s increasingly hard cock. Luke and Steve began to kiss. Once Luke’s dick was hard, Billy alternated between Steve’s and Luke’s cock, licking, sucking, jacking, tonguing them both while the two men kissed above. Steve was precumming a lot when he pulled Billy back up to his feet and ordered “Bedroom.” Each man pulled off his clothing as they stumbled down the hallway, Steve pulling-up the rear to herd his flock. Steve pushed Luke onto all fours, spit on his hole, and lined his prick up with it. Luke braced himself as he felt the pressure of Steve’s massive dick head against his hole. Steve pressed, and Luke’s back arched in response to the pain. Positioning himself in front of Luke, Billy presented Luke with his dick to be pleasured orally. Luke assessed this asset for the first time. Billy’s dick was uncut, about nine inches long, somewhat thick, and curved to the right. His body was clean-shaven. Right above his shaft appeared a tattoo of the letters 'HIV' in red outlined in black. As Billy guided his dick towards Luke’s beautiful lips, Luke had another moment of self-realization. His ass was on fire with Steve’s bare, POZ dick inching itself deeper into his guts, and he was literally about to be face to face with three letters he’d always feared. He thought about his friend’s words of caution during their run earlier, and all of the caution, fear, planning, and pretenses that had guided him through life so far. But he realized there was no turning back now: Steve was right, he was now a fucking slut. He was, in fact, Steve’s fucking slut, so Luke was more than ready to open mouth wide as possible, determined to give Billy’s cock what it deserved. Even so, Luke found Billy’s dick to be fun to suck. With ample foreskin and and interesting bend, Luke's tongue had plenty to explore, even if Luke somehow didn’t quite decipher the tiny blisters Billy was sporting at the time, (more toxicity to the brew inside Luke's body). Luke deep throated him as best he could, licked his balls, stuck his tongue in the slit to extract as much precum as possible. Occasionally Billy pulled his dick away from Luke’s mouth and would slap him in the face with it, grunting endearments like “Swallow my whole cock, you faggot,” or “Yeah, suck on my diseased dick you slut.” Luke's dick responded to each utterance with a twitch of excitement. Occasionally Luke would cry out in pain from Steve’s huge, just-spit-and-precum-lubed cock. Steve wasn’t being gentle in pounding Luke’s hole, which was, in fact, all but wrecked. So after about ten minutes during which Steve and Billy skewered Luke from both ends, Steve made the announcement for which Luke had been looking "I'm close, buddy!" Luke responded by pulsing his ass muscles and pressing back on Steve’s dick as Billy held his dick deep in Luke’s throat and ground his crotch against the boy’s face as Steve muttered "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," pushing deep into Luke’s ass, and then adding with a shout “I’m cumming, I’m blowing my load in you, slut!" A toxic wave of cum crashed in Luke’s ass, which again unhesitatingly accepted Steve's poison, which flowed from Steve’s massive dick in several pulsating volleys of jizz into Luke’s ass. Luke’s sex chute was lubed up with Steve’s cum. With Billy’s cock deep in his throat, Luke looked upward. The letters HIV immediately in his gaze, then a scorpion, then an array of tattoos before his eyes met Billy’s. “Now it’s my turn,” Billy announced with a grin.

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 take any and all . . . especially love getting fucked through a gloryhole: then it's nothing but his cock and my hole and both of them feeling good . . . take anonymous loads all the time.

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…

Moderator's Note: The first couple of pages of this story don't have chasing in them. It only starts near the end. I've been lurking on here for a while and decided to post about my experiences slowly progressing from a safe sex only guy to a bareback slut. I don't know how many of these stories I'll post, but if y'all like them, I'll post more. I grew up in the late 80s/early 90s in New York. In my brain back then, everyone who was gay died. I tried hard to hide my sexuality. When I would lapse and mess around with a guy, it was only oral and making out. I never swallowed cum and always felt guilty afterward. Eventually Aaron, a neighbor boy, and I started trying to fuck. It hurt and we stopped most times, until one night in a not yet developed part of his subdivision he fucked me. It was safe that time and every time he fucked me after. I'd always feel guilty after Aaron and I messed around, but we always did it again until I graduated from high school. After that, we only saw each other when I was home from college. Aaron is another story. My freshman year, I didn't really fool around with guys much. I joined a fraternity, dated girls, drank and partied. In was my sophomore year when I met my first boyfriend. He was a medical student, 4 years older than me, at 23. He always topped me and he always used protection. I was also not really satisfied with our sex, but I was in love. That is, until we broke up about a year after we started dating. It was my junior year and I moved out of the fraternity house spring semester because I was tired of having a roommate. I moved in with a straight guy and finally had my own room. I hooked up with a bunch of guys and was learning to top as well as bottom. I was having a blast. I was still all about using condoms every time I fucked back then. I was very serious about only playing safe. Then I turned 21 and my friends and I started going to the gay bars to dance and drink. It's here that I should say I was 6'2", blonde, blue eyes, 185 lbs with a 30" waist and a 7.5"cut cock. I became really popular at the bars, not that I thought anything of it. I would hookup with guys and still always used protection, but the more I drank the more likely I was to get fucked that night by a guy I had just met - white, black, latino, asian, didn't matter as long as they were young and hot. One night, I was dancing on the box in jeans and a pretty tight fraternity t-shirt and this guy got on the box with me and we started grinding. We kissed and went to get a drink. We ran into friends and I learned this guy's name was Matt. We had a few drinks, danced some more, and I could feel his dick getting hard as he was grinding my ass. He said let's have another drink and talk. We went off and talked and drank some more and he turned out to be a really cool guy. Unfortunately, he wasn't a local. He was in town for work and staying with a friend for the weekend. After a while, he kissed me and his hand slipped into my pants and grabbed my ass. We made out at the bar like that for a while and then he pushed me into a darker corner and slipped his hand down the back of my pants and underwear and rubbed my hole. I moaned and I kissed him hard and asked if he wanted to get out of there. We left and went back to his friend's place a few blocks away. He had me naked as soon as we were in the door. I didn't even know if his friend was home, but I was naked and sucking Matt's cock in the living room of this apartment. He was hard and I was getting his cock wet as fuck. I wanted to make him feel good more than anything in that moment. He took his shirt off and then as he got the rest of his clothes off he told me to turn around. I got on all 4s and he ate my ass. No one had ever done that before. I was in heaven. I was moaning and pushing my ass back on Matt's tongue. He ate my ass for about 10 minutes and then he turned me over and we made out and I could taste myself on him. It was so hot. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we must've made out for 20 minutes or more. It felt like forever and I was so into it. The whole time his cock was rubbing in my ass crack and poking at my hole. I knew we should stop and get a condom but I was so turned on and I figured we wouldn't fuck yet. His cock felt so good on my ass that a spread my legs more and just then his cock slipped in my ass about halfway. I was shocked and so was he. We hadn't used any lube and he wasn't trying to penetrate me yet, but there was his cock in my ass bareback. It felt so good. I grabbed his ass and as he looked into my eyes questioningly, I said, "Don't stop. Fuck me." He started to rock his bare cock in and out of my ass. I loved it. No cock had ever felt this good in my ass, On the floor on this random guy's friend's apartment, I was getting barebacked and I loved it. I thought about stopping but I didn't want to. I knew it was dangerous, but it felt so great that I just kept kissing him and saying "Fuck Me." It didn't take long before I felt him getting close to cumming. He started tensing up and I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his ass hard. He looked at me as said, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I said, "Do it. Cum in me." and I pulled him into me as he shot his cum in my ass. I'd never felt anything like it. It felt so good that I came right after he shot his load in me. He said, "Wow that was so hot.' and he slipped his cock out of my ass. He said, let's take a shower and we did. In the shower he said, "I never thought you'd take get fucked bareback. You seem like such a good boy." I told him that was my first time bareback and he got hard immediately. He asked if I wanted his bare cock in me again. I just leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs. He lined up his cock and for the second time ever, I let a cock in me without a condom. He fucked me there until the water got cold and then we went out to the couch in the living room. He slid his bare cock in me again fucked me on the couch on the living room eight next to my jeans where I knew I had a condom in the pocket. I didn't want the condom though. I just was his bare cock. I was on all 4s and he was behind me. He was getting close again and I was jerking my cock. It's then that he said, "Tell me you want my cum." I heard a noise, but was so into getting fucked that I just said loudly, "Cum in my ass." He blew his load into my ass. I was so turned on that I was in a haze. I had just let a dude cum in me again and I loved it. After a few seconds, we looked up and there was his friend who had just seen me getting fucked and heard me begging for cum. He smiled and said, "Glad you're having fun Matt." I was so embarrassed. Matt was too, but less so than me. Matt and I slept together that night for a bit, but I couldn't sleep knowing what I'd just done and been seen doing. I left Matt my phone number and left for my own apartment. I was really freaked out, but that night and for almost a month I jerked off remembering Matt fucking me bareback and cumming in my ass. I told myself I wouldn't fuck again without condoms, but part of me knew that wasn't true.

This is going to be my next series of stories. I travel for work a lot and I have some hot experiences. If you have read my safe sex to cumdump series, you know a bit about me already. I am 32, 6'2", blonde, blue eyes, 185 lbs with a 30" waist and a 7.5"cut cock. These stories all took place in the last 7 years and I'm not going to do them chronologically. I'll just write them as I remember them. That all said, to the stories.

1. I groaned as his hand slipped from my hole, my sphincter gaping wide unable to close after being stretched wide around his cock, fist, and the various toys he had for so long used on me. As his fingers left my hole I felt empty, my slightly twitching rosebud desperately needed to be filled. I longed to feel my hole being stretched even wider. He pressed a lubed up butt plug into my wrecked hole, its astounding girth pushed my hole just that little bit wider before popping inside me a locking deep in my spacious guts. Laying my head back, looking up at myself in the mirrored ceiling I thought "God, how I've changed in just a few hours, Coming to this house I was a cocky frat boy looking to experiment, get my cock sucked, maybe suck this slightly older man’s cocks, but nothing more. Now I 'm laying on my back in a black leather sling hanging in the basement of a man I scarcely know, y legs spread wide, the base of a big black butt plug sticking out of my ruined ass." It also occurred to me dried cum was matted down the hair on my broad muscular chest, and my fat cock, which had plowed the pussy of many a slut, lay soft and unused on my stomach, precum oozing from its thick head. “How you doing boy? Your hole feel good stretched around that plug?” “I never knew that anything could feel this good.” “Bet you never thought a plug with a ten inch circumference would side so easily into that hot sloppy hole.” “Ten inches?” I responded in surprise. “That’s right boy, your hole will never be tight again. You’ll always have an open sloppy cunt. By the time I send you back to the frat house your hole will be so wrecked that you’ll always be ready to take any cock, any time.” My dick responded to his comment by spurting a big precum, adding to the considerable puddle forming between my abs. I turned to face the man who had deflowered me a few hours before, once again eagerly taking his steadily thickening cock into my mouth. I had always been a little curious about guys but never done anything about it. That is until last week when, sitting in my room at the house, drunk after a long night of excess, I decided to download a phone app that I had over heard some gay dudes talking about in one of my lecture classes. I made a profile talking about how I was inexperienced with guys but curious, not sure if I was even bi at all, and uploaded a picture of my chest and abs. The next two days I received a lot of messages from guys, but none of them really interested me until I got a message from the guy who only a few days later would change my life forever. His picture was of him on the beach; he wore only bright blue board shorts slung low on his hips. The sun glinted off his muscular chest highlighting the dense patch of hair the spread between his pink quarter sized nipples, and down his well defined abs, until it at last vanished into his shorts. His square handsome jaw sported a days worth of dark brown stubble that matched his close cut hair. Even in the little picture on my phone his bright green eyes glinted seductively. Unlike most of the messages I got from people, he introduced himself as Mark and started out talking about life, football, and what I was studying at school. In fact we chatted for three days before he even mentioned sex. When he did he was totally willing to take everything at my own pace, He was fantastic and I found myself more attracted to him then I thought would have been possible. So when he asked if I wanted to come over to his place on Saturday just after lunch and hang out for a while. I didn’t even think twice about it, I agreed and he sent me the address. So just after lunch on Saturday I pulled on a pair of gym shorts, (I almost never wear underwear), a black wife beater and my tennis shoes, and left to walk over to his place. Mark didn’t live far from campus, about just over twenty minutes. My heart was thudding in my chest as I walked out the path to the front door of the gray blue clapboard house. I ran the doorbell and took a step back trying to slow my breathing. When he answered the door my breath ran away entirely. Mark was even more attractive in person than his photographs suggested. Standing at six foot one, he was two inches taller then I was, and built of solid well-defined muscle. He wore a tight white v-neck t-shirt that clung to his pecs, his nipples obvious, a small patch of dark chest hair escaping over the collar. His massive hairy arms stretched the sleeves of his t-shirt to their limit. I blinked a few times staring at his chest, not even noticing at first how his loose fitting black sweats failed to really conceal the sizable bulge in his pants. We had not exchanged any x-rated pics and I had no idea what his pants contained then, though I would soon find out. He led me into his place and we sat in the small living room, drinking a few beers and watching a random football game on ESPN. Neither one of us was particularly invested in the game, and we sat close together on the couch, talking about how our weeks had been and what I was studying in school. A few beers later and just after half time without really meaning to we found ourselves almost touching as we sat on the couch, Mark’s hand occasionally brushing against my leg. The closeness made my dick hard and my heart felt like it was beating in my throat. I finished off my beer and after setting the empty bottle with the rest on the coffee table in front of me I settled myself back on the couch finally closing that last bit of distance between us. Mark’s arm slid from the back of the couch and came to rest around my shoulder his large hand laying gently against my chest. He pressed me into him and I breathed in his manly scent, and felt the slow rise and fall of his broad chest. When I had thought about guys before it had always just been in the context of sex not involving any sort of emotional intimacy like what I was currently experiencing, but somehow this felt right. His other hand came up to brush against my chin, turning my face towards him. For a long moment I looked into those sparkling green eyes and then Mark moved forward, closing the distance between us and softly but with out trepidation pressed his mouth to mine. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, kissing him back, feeling myself melt into him as I did so. His tongue slipped into my mouth as the kiss became more heated. His hands held me tight against him, my hands quickly wrapping themselves around him. Mark shifted his weight tipping me backwards so that he came to rest on top of me. My cock was hard as a rock pressing up through the thin material of my gym shorts, I could feel Mark’s cock begin to thicken through his sweats as well. His hands now roamed over my torso as he kissed me. It wasn’t long before his hands had slid up under my shirt and his fingers started to play with my sensitive nipples. All the while he kissed me more and more voraciously. My hands soon made their way under his shirt as well, tugging at the tight fabric. Mark seemed to take that as a sign and broke our kiss just long enough to rear back and take off his shirt tossing it aside. He didn’t wait for me to take mine of but rather gripped it tightly with both hands ant the collar and tore the thin fabric down the center. His gloriously hairy muscular torso now pressed against my younger jock body, our hairy chests rubbing together. He broke our kiss again, his face just inches from mine and said in a low whisper, “So I take it you like your first guy-on-guy kiss.” “God yes,” I said pulling him back to me. We stayed like that for a long while, kissing frantically like horny teenagers. Mark’s cock continued to stiffen in his pants and he soon was dry humping his cock against mine, grinding our two fabric clad members together underneath his body. After what have been ages he pulled away from me again, this time to start sliding down my body, kissing my exposed torso as he went. I groaned as he got lower and lower, his tongue stopping to play over my nipple for a moment before continuing it’s decent towards my groin. He slid my gym shorts down a little exposing the top of my trimmed bush. He kissed the flesh on either side of my pelvic v, and then pulled my shorts a little lower still. It took an agonizingly long time for him to finally pull my shorts off completely allowing my 23-year-old, eight8-inch cock to spring forward. Mark smiled up at me from where so many girls had before, and opening his mouth quickly swallowed the entire length of my quivering member. I gasped. None of the girls I had been with had ever been able to take my dick that fast. Mark slobbered all of my cock bobbing his head up and down, making wet sloppy sucking sounds. My hands came to rest on the back of his head while I closed my eyes, lost in the extraordinary sensations his mouth was providing me. Maybe I was just so insanely turned on, or maybe it was his skill, which ever it was I all too soon felt the familiar tightening of my balls that signaled my fast approaching orgasm. Mark must have sensed it too as he quickly let my cock fall from his mouth, a wicked grin playing across his lips as he watched me catch my breath. Standing for a second, leaving me on my back, laying on the couch, one hand behind my head, naked except for my shorts around my ankles and the tatters of my shirt around my shoulders, my chest still heaving. He shoved down his decidedly tented sweats and kicked them off. I now saw what had been making that massive bulge even when soft: Mark’s cock was almost ten inches long and thicker then anything I could have imagined. His large pendulous balls hung far below the shaft of his penis, springing forth from a considerable dark furry bush. “You wanna try sucking some cock now?” he asked. My heart was pounding even faster but my cock twitched at the thought and I nodded. “Then get on your knees.” I scrambled up from the couch, almost tripping in my hast to get the shorts off of my ankles and get in front of this amazing man. For a moment I just knelt there staring down his cock, then slowly I raised a hand to grip the base. I had never felt another man’s penis before; it has the same warm firm feeling of my own only much thicker. I swallowed hard and then opened my mouth; slowly I moved forward and kissed the tip of his cock. Then spreading my lips I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I don’t know what I imagined cock would taste like but it wasn’t this. His cock was slightly sweet and a little salty but some how very special and important. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why but this was somehow the best thing I had ever tasted. Not really being sure what to do I tried to emulate his movements and the moments that I had enjoyed from girls before. Soon I was giving what I’m sure was a very messy, sloppy blowjob, desperately trying to get as much of his swollen cock into my mouth as I could. Mark groaned, his hands holding the back of my head in the preferred position for me to blow him, which was fine with me as I was determined to bring this astonishing man pleasure. I anchored his cock in my throat for so long my jaw hurt. Suddenly Mark’s hands were under my armpits and he drew me to my feet, knocking the shreds of my shirt off of me as he did so. He kissed me roughly, pulling me tight to him. I felt his spit slicked cock rub against my stomach. One of his hands held my chest to him as he kissed me, the other drifted downward to my ass. He rubbed the firm furry cheeks as his tongue delved deep into my mouth. I arched my back slightly falling into his kiss. When I had gotten there that morning I had thought that maybe we would kiss and he would suck me off, now here I was nodding rapidly without hesitation when he said, “You wanna keep going?” A verbal reply wasn't apparently expected as, without pause Mark again kissed me roughly, pushing me back onto the couch. Mark then got down between my splayed legs and bobbed his mouth up and down on my cock a few times before moving onto my balls. I shifted my hips giving him better access to my balls, and as I did so Mark put his shoulders under my thighs and lifted my legs up. His tongue drifted from my balls to my taint and then brushed against my hairy virgin hole. I groaned loudly, no one had ever played with my hole before and it was like bolts of electricity were shooting through my body. His tongue lapped playfully at my hole, twisting over my pucker, swirling the hair about. My body shook as his tongue quickly coated my hole with spit and then began to make little darting forays into pressing against my insanely tight sphincter. Mark devoured my hole as I had never eaten any girl’s pussy, and under his insatiable pressure I slowly felt my hole opening. Just a little at first, just enough for the point of his tongue to snag on the dent forming at the center of my sphincter. Then barely enough for his tongue to come to pause and press forward with more force, till at long last his tongue was darting into my hole with ease at each pass around my ring, slicking me inside and out. I had become pudding by that time, a groaning writhing mass of flesh, lost in the bizarre and astounding sensations emanating from my hole. I felt something new press against my hole, and I realized that Mark was now working a spit-slicked finger inside of me next to his tongue. I didn’t protest, so long as what he was doing felt this good I had no mind to tell him to stop. Slowly one finger was worked into my hole; and then twisted about until I had become use to it, my sphincter stretched to allow the finger to come and go easily. Another finger was then added, pressing softy but firmly into my virgin flesh, slowly sinking in next to its companion. It took a long time and a lot of spit and licking for the third finger to finally sink in. My eyes had rolled into the back of my head, and my mouth probably hung open slightly as I moaned and muttered, “Oh yes. Oh my God, that feels so good.” I was willing my hole to open wider, each finger felt so good I could only imagine how good another one would feel. Soon I was rewarded by a fourth finger being pried into my steadily stretching hole. The four invading fingers were twisted about inside of me, stretching me this way and that, opening my hole up in ways that I never thought possible. Then Mark let down my legs, shifting so that his fingers never left my hole, and kissed me hard on the mouth. I could taste my own ass on his lips and it was intoxicating. The four fingers inside of me we driving me crazy, my cock was dripping precum like mad despite having gone slightly soft. I was pleased when he murmurred “God, you’ve got a sweet hole: warm, tight, wet, virgin hole. I'd say you're ready for the next step, aren't you?" I nodded, thinking the next part would be me eating his ass, but he seemed to have other plans. . Mark withdrew his fingers from my hole, positioned my ankles on his shoulders, and sifted into a position where, with one hand he was able to line-up his cock head with my prepped hole, and with the other held me in place by one shoulder. I shuddered when I felt the bulbous head press against my hole and I realized that despite all of the fingering I was still not loose enough. With slow steady determination Mark began to press forward, never taking his eyes off of me as he did do. The all of a sudden, pop, my hole gave way and the first two inches of his dick sunk in. I screamed in ecstasy, at being stretched wide around Mark’s glorious rod. He waited a moment for me to adjust to the feeling of having him inside of me and then began again the slow steady pressure on my hole. Inch by inch he slid his cock into me, stopping every once in a while to let me adjust to the new sensations that were tearing my body apart. It took him almost five minutes to sink his whole ten-inch cock into me. A thin sweat had sprung up all over my body and I was panting by the time I felt his pubes against my ass. When he was all the way inside of me Mark smiled and said, “You like having my fat cock inside of you straight boy?” “God yes, it feels so good.” “Not so straight any more, are you?” “No,” I panted, “I guess not.” “Hold on tight boy, cause now the real fun starts.”

There it was again. I was cruising through Craigslist, jacking-off to the pictures of bodies and cocks as I read the posts, and there it was: two big cock dads looking to share a twink. I grunted in pleasure. I loved this post. Every time I read it, it got me so hard I could barely contain myself. In the advertisement were two photographs of enormous cocks. Although the advertisement didn't contain a photograph of either guy, the size of their cocks was enough to get me excited. I had recently turned 22 and had minimal experience. I'd only ever bottomed for one guy who I had dated, but after he left for grad school, my needs were largely unmet and my sexual frustration increased as time when on, becoming almost too much to control. I'm 5'4', 150 pounds, half Puerto Rican, half white, good looking, with good definition and nice arms, and oh, I'm a total masculine pig bottom in the sheets. Finding dates and sex was never hard, but it seemed as if I was generally more masculine than the guys who wanted me, and I was not inclined to let such guys fuck me, so needless to say, in the year since my boyfriend left, I had only given three or four blow jobs. I never really trusted Craigslist but the attitude of the guys in the ad seemed so hot, I answered it. A few minutes later I received a reply asking for my age and phone number. I know I looked a little young but answered back any way asking to for some body pics of the guys. I received a text a few minutes later directing me to come to a certain address, adding that if I didn't like what they were offering, I could leave, but I would like it, (which I would), and if I stayed, (which I would), I would have to please the Daddies - however they wanted. Fuck, I thought, this is so fuckin' hot! So, just as instructed, I drove over to the address and approached the back door, which I found open. and texted that I had arrived. I immediately received a reply instructing me to enter the building and lock the door behind myself. Doing so, I entering into a dark room where two guys were sitting on a couch, drinking beer and, watching what I understood to be porn on a television. From what I could see, the first guy was at least 6 feet tall, was in his late 30s, was generally smooth, although he sported some large tribal tatts on his arms, and that he had a head of black hair and had a goatee. His chest and arms were frankly amazing, but I could see where he was getting a little soft on the sides. Even more enticing, however, was the cock that hung between his legs. It was one of the cocks that had been posted in the Craigslist advertisement. It was eight long (while soft) and looked as thick as my Gillette shaving cream can. Sitting next to him was the second Daddy. He was shorter than the first Daddy and, with a thick beard and hairy chest and abdomen, he was a bit of a wolf. He wasn't insanely hairy, but he came across as very manly - with a bit of a thick body. His cock, however, seemed as long as that of the other guy, however, as I stood in the doorway watching him pull on it, and as my eyes continued adjusted to the darkness, I saw it was thicker than a coke can. Both men looked like they were smoking joints, but the smell was stronger and different from any weed I'd ever smelled before. Wolf Daddy raised his hand in my direction and gestured me into the room. I walked in, somewhat tentative, as the smell of the thick white smoke they were enjoying was making me a little bit dizzy. "So, you like what you see?" Wolf Dad asked, smiling evilly at me. I nodded slowly. With that, Tattoo Dad stood up, lording his power me, and said one word: "Strip." I'd never given a strip tease in my life except for the occasional time I'd slowly take off my shirt when I was entering the community pool. I slid my jeans off, kicking my shoes off at the same time. The dizziness I experience, however, with the white smoke that permeated the room, got to me and I ended-up stumbling down to the floor on one knee. When I looked-up, Tatt Dad's enormous and soft cock head was in my face. I looked up at him and it, and he stared at me, his expression flat and emotionless. A large bead of precum had begun to form on the uncut tip of his cock and I thought to myself 'I might as well get started' so I opened my mouth as widely as I could, and took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck. FUCK! His cock tasted amazing and his pre-cum was thick and salty. As I pleasured his tool, Tatt Dad's head rolled back to look at the ceiling as I worked more of his soft cock into my mouth. As I did my best to satisfy him, I finished kicking off my shoes and jeans and was glad I was wearing some sexy underwear, some baby blue aussie bum briefs. Tatt Dad's cock was swelling-up, and in so doing, its thickness gradually increased. When I originally took it into my mouth, even soft I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Now erect, yet another inch was added to the challenge, with the result that when I went down on him as far as I could, and had effectively reached rock-bottom, there were still another two inches of prime cock meat separating his balls from my chin. Tatt Dad, however, knew how to train me. When I went down on him, he positioned his arm around the back of my head, and he would hold me there for a few seconds before letting me come back up for air. Then he sat down and I did my damnedest to worship his cock, but couldn't seem to push my mouth any further down his cock, but once again, Tatt Dad knew how to get what he wanted, because when I went down, his grip on my head tightened and he pushed me further down his cock, forcing it past the stopping point. I could feel it curve down into my throat stretching to reach new levels of cock-sucking competence. Tatt Dad pumped his cock again and again past this point, my eyes widened as I was utterly amazed at what I was achieving in swallowing his cock, without the usual gagging. Each time we went through this cycle, he would pull me off his cock at the last second, until after about ten such cycles, he withdrew and let go of my head. I collapsed to the floor as the oxygen poured into my lungs. Wolf Dad chuckled and I saw his fully erect 8.5 inch, vein-covered cock, thicker than a can of beer. He called me over and when I knelt between his knees, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and unceremoniously ripped it off with his bare hands, tearing it down the back and throwing it aside. He grabbed my head as he slapped my face with his thick dick. I remember thinking his cock-slaps probably resembled the experience of being hit with a two by four - or so I imagined - his thick, hard wood slapping me about the face until finally he pushed his way into my mouth. I choked. He pulled me off and slapped me hard on the face before pushing me back on it. I choked again and he slapped me and threw my head away from him. 'Fuck', I thought, 'these guys are fucking rough'. Tatt Dad stood up and wagged his long dick in my face. I couldn't help but grunt in approval and take it in my mouth. About then I felt Wolf Dad climb behind me, grab my underwear, and before I could protest, he tore a hole in the ass end and slapped my ass hard. I yelped more in surprise than from pain as, simultaneously, Tatt Dad again forced his cock down my throat, again past the point of no return. Fortunately I was ready, and didn't gag, even finding a way to breath around his cock as he flexed his muscle deep inside my throat. I grunted with pleasure when I felt him flex his dick again and again, and then felt Wolf Dad pour what I assumed to be lube on my hole. I could tell the stuff was somewhat sticky, still it did a decent job in readying me to accommodate Wolf Dad's thick fingers that he was determined to push into my hole. DAMMMN! The stretching of my ass lips was a shock, but Wolf Dad was relentless. I tried to focus on deep-throating, but the finger fucking my hole was hard and rough. Then I felt something small and hard being forced into my hole, and instantly my hole was burning. I tried to pull off check-out the new assault, but Tatt Dad held me in place as Wolf Dad finger-fucked me with whenever was now deep in my hole. It burned and stung but slowly I could feel my heart start to race. My head swam and I could focus on the finger in my hole, stuffing me and stretching me, as the cock in my throat pushed its way further down my throat. I looked up and felt like things were moving in slow motion. I was now watching Tatt Dad's cock pull-out of my mouth and stab himself back-in, ball-deep. I could feel the pressure as my nose met the base of his body over and over. I moaned with him. My hips began to gyrate without control. Wolf Dad I know now had three fingers in my hole. I felt him add each one and the sensation was incredible. My hole felt for lack of a better word hungry. It was resistant to the stretching but the feeling was amazing. I felt the fingers push into me inch for inch and finally I felt him rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. His wet hands wrapped around my hips and he slammed himself in. The first sensation was a shock. My eyes went wide. I knew there was pain excruciating pain happening, but I looked up and watched Tatt Dad's head throw back again and again he thrust into my mouth. As I felt the enormous cock push into me from behind at the same time, I felt my knees and legs begin to shake, it seemed as if I was being ripped in two by the cock in my ass. The stretching sensation and pain were beyond anything I had ever dreamt. I know I was screaming, but I was pretty much deaf to the sound of my own cries. Eventually I felt two heavy large balls resting on my ass. Tatt Dad pulled out of my throat and my head and shoulders hit the floor as Wolf Dad pushed me down and I felt him flex his huge cock in my hole. He was growling as he flexed it and I felt my ass cheeks being manipulated. I swear I could hear my insides moving to accommodate him. Then Wolf Dad began to fuck me. 'OHHH! GODDD!' I screamed, as I felt the cock begin to pull out of me. Because my ass had never before experienced his girth, not surprisingly I was hugging his cock, and with each withdraw of his cock, it felt as though he was gonna pull out my insides as he pulled back. 'OOOOH MY FUCKING GOD!' I again yelled as he pumped back in, balls-deep. I felt his large hand grab my hair and pull up forcing my back to arch as I looked up to the cieling seeing a giant mirror. I watched as beer can thick dick pulled out and slammed back into me from my reflection above. My mouth was wide open. I heard my self moaning and yelling, but it was surreal watching myself getting fucked so damn good. Then the lights came on. Tatt Dad was holding a video camera recording and smiling. I looked directly into the camera yelling and moaning as my life was being fucked out of me. His mouth moved but all I could hear was the sound of my own grunting and the pounding of balls slapping my ass. "You like that cum slut," I finally heard Tatt Dad say. I looked straight at the camera, shook my head 'no', and bit my lip, then forced myself back on the cock behind me let out a loud moan 'FUCK YES!' Both Tatt Dad and Wolf Dad exploded with a "Yeaaaah!!" as I pushed myself back on the cock that was assaulting me. I grunted and fucked myself again and again as Wolf Dad began slapping my ass cheeks with firm slaps with every time I made it, balls deep. Naturally I continued fucking myself hard on Wolf Dad's incredible cock. Finally Wolf Dad pulled out completely, and rolled me over onto my back, as Tatt Dad handed him the camera. I noticed Tatt Dad's wagging dick was covered in streaks of pink and red. "I FUCKING LOVE A GOOD FRESHLY LOOSE BOY HOLE!" Tatt Dad grunted as he kicked open my legs and pushed himself into me, looking into my eyes as his dick stretched my hole again, this time deeper, rather than wider. I felt him hit a stopping point in me and I shook my head, moaning in pain, but no, but he just slammed himself in and I felt a hard 'pop' as he pounded into my second hole. My head flew back and hit the floor as my back arched upward and he began fucking my second hole with the same roughness that broke down the integrity of my first hole. I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled my legs up and open, figuring doing so would open-up my ass even wider to accommodate the two fuck monsters. "YOU LIKE THAT DADDY DICK, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Tatt Dad growled as he fucked me, to which I grunted my reply "OH, FUCK DADDY! FUCK DADDY, FUCK, OH DADDY, FUCK!" "YEAH, TAKE THAT DADDY DICK, BOY, TAKE IT! FUUUCK!" I was lost, my head swimming in the experience. Finally Tatt Dad pulled out, and I lay there shaking, as Wolf Dad climbed back on top of me, slid in, and resumed where he had left off. "YOU READY FOR YOUR FIRST LOAD, YOU SLUT?" Wolf Dad exclaimed. "FUCK...YE..YESS!" I moaned in assent between his thrusts. Finally Wolf Dad pulled out and I felt streams of cum shoot over my hole and balls. He wiped his cock in his own cum load, and shoved himself back in. The camera came in close to my face and I heard Tatt Dad ask "You like that daddy cum inside you, boy?" "Yes fuck yes sir" I whimpered softly. Tatt Dad then lifted me up, and sitting on the the couch, encouraging me to sit on his cock. My hole was so hungry. I climbed onto the couch, positioning myself over his cock, and leaning forward and holding onto his shoulders, I slid down on his pole in one smooth movement, gyrating my hips to maximize our pleasure. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I concentrated on milking a load out of him. After a minute or so, Tatt Dad grabbed me by the neck and pulled me against his chest, just as I felt Wolf Dad's hard cock pushing up against my hole. I screamed in protest, but they would have none of that, and were apparently prepared for my reaction, as Tatt Dad shoved a cloth on my face as I gasped in pain, and breathing in the fumes of the substance with which the cloth was soaked, my head swam and my hole relaxed, but not enough for what was coming. Wolf Dad forced his cock into me and I felt myself tearing inside. I tried to scream, but only inhaled more of the strange, dense aroma from the cloth, which made me dizzy and distracted me from the pain. At some point I realized Tatt Dad was video taping this encounter, including the culmination of the double-dicking when I felt their cum blowing inside me. Then I passed out. When I woke up I was laying on a bed which was shaking because there was someone on me. I didn't recognize the guy between my legs. He was older and bald, but not in horrible shape, but smelled like musk. I felt him push deep inside and could feel his cum shooting into me. I looked around as he climbed off me and saw a room full of guys fucking and sucking. I was in the middle of an orgy. I saw Wolf Dad walk up to me and he put his mouth between my legs as he tongued my hole, felching the fresh load that had just been deposited inside me. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Then Wolf Dad climbed over me, shoved his dick in, and spat the load all over my face. Instinctively I licked and tried to swallow his spit. Wolf Dad pumped me a few times and yelled as he blew yet another load. He was apparently still good for another one. I looked to my side, and saw Tatt Dad who was seated in a chair just a few feet from the bed, and who was fucking a boy who looked vaguely familiar. As I watched, a large muscular black man climbed on top of me and shoved his dick in, balls-deep. I grunted as he fucked me. "YEAH BOY, YEAH" he muttered over and over as he shoved his cock balls deep. I was utterly stunned by the scenes of debauchery. Then I realized where I had seen the boy who was the object of Tatt Dad's attention: he was an acclaimed lacrosse player who had been on the news after having gone missing a few months earlier. I watched as Tatt Dad pulled out, jerked himself a couple of times, blowing his load all over the guy's asshole, only to shove four fingers into the guy's ass (with ease!), massaging the cum into him. The boy moaned and groaned, his muscular body buckling under the power of Tatt Dad hand's pushing into him. I returned my attention the massive black man who was fucking me. He finally shot his load deep inside my hole, making my toes curl as a long grunt escaped my lips. "You always have the fucking best men!" the black man announced as Wolf dad began to felch the load out of my hole again. He walked over to the lacrosse player and shoved his still dick, which was still fully erect, inside the guy's ass. "Fuck," he said, "I forgot how good this one is. Can you add one more to my tab?" "Go for it" Tatt Dad replied, as Wolf Dad pushed back into me, his girth stretching my ass anew. I groaned in pleasure. "Fuck yeah, boy!" he murmured softly and gruffly in my ear. As he kissed me he snowballed into my mouth some of the cum he'd taken from my hole. Of course I eagerly drank it. "You think you still want some more boy?" he asked. I nodded, let my head fall back, and as he sucked on my body and continued to fuck me, I thought 'Oh man, fuck me....'

Anyone in or near sac?

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.”

I am truly versatile. I love so many things about men that I couldn't possibly list them here. So often when we meet people online we find out that they don't quite measure up to their profile, and I'm not even going to discuss the obvious items such as out-of-date pics, body stats, build, weight, and cock size. As a truly versatile gay man the lines between top and bottom get pretty blurred in the broad advertisement in a profile. I know that there are times I want to fuck a nice ass, sometimes I want to be a total butt slut, but most of the time I'm pretty flexible. I believe that a well formed male butt is proof that man was made in the image and likeness of God. So no matter what role I'm in, I like to pay a lot of attention to a guy's ass - which often sends wrong signal because some tops think that I want to fuck them and often top/vers guys impale themselves on my cock. If I'm in, I don't care, I just go with the flow, cool, but if I'm in the mood to get fucked and have gone though the whole cleaning/prep process, my reaction is WTF?. Conversely if I think I'm going to top a guy and he suddenly wants to plow my ass and I'm not properly prepared - well, not good. (Although it has happened that an advertised bottom in a three-way has fucked the hell out of me. Rare but true. Fortunately I was prepared). It's a lot like getting a couple of people to choose a restaurant for lunch. Most people say "I don't care where we go" when they actually have a preference. If I go to a restaurant wanting a steak, and the restaurant advertises 'The best steak in town' and I end-up getting chicken, naturally I'd be disappointed. Not that there is anything wrong with chicken, but I was expecting steak! Most profiles are horribly out of date, but versatile guys in particular should be upfront in their expectations as to what they're in the mood for. Be realistic about what you want and you're physical condition and if some thing changes, and communicate! In the internet world today there is NO excuse for a no show without a message.

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.

Hi everyone, here is the story of my last load. Am a 25 year old british indian guy with very little experience in gay sex, hadnt been fucked in over 8 months. I met a black guy i had been teasing on grinder with pics of my ass, we went to his place while is kids and wife were out and we got down to business. After lubing up, he spent a while just sliding his thick black cock up and down between my plump butt cheecks before he asked me to blow him. After a good while of face fucking me , we moved to anal, I asked him if her had a condom and he said yeah while sliping on on to his tool. He told me to get on his huge leather sofa , kneel on the cushion and lean forwards over the back while pushing my booty backwards. After the initial pain of getting my ass pussy stretched after so long , we settled into a slow fuck , it felt quite nice, enjoying his nice cock going in and out of me . A while later he suddenly popped out of me and I felt him fiddling around behind me before putting his dick back at the edge of my pussy... then he pushed in. I felt a difference IMMEDIATELY, like in the very first thrust things felt really nice, cozy and kinky.... it just felt naughty , natural and nice. He kept going and i kept feeling so damn good, so i asked him if the condom was still there and he casually told me no while he continued to pound my ass even harder. I was a bit scared and told me wait wait wait i dont do raw and he reassured me that he would not cum inside me, i reluctantly agreed, no doubt the pleasure from my rear was having an effect in that decision. We switched to missionary, I had a good look at his bare shiny lubed cock before he slipped into me again and resumed tenderising my bum while stroking my dick untill i shot my load all over my chest when i saw him nearning his limit i finally gathered myself and told him to cum in my mouth. after an intense blow job and face fuck he blew his load down my throat. it just made me think, i've always loved the idea of having someone seed my ass but never went for it since i saw a cousin die of hiv related medical issues but that was scary how easy it was for me to have gotten a load into me from a total stranger. i still jerk off when i remember how that raw cock made me feel ...

I've included here a post I just made in another thread and by no means do I mean to be giving the guy I quoted a hard time! Far from it...most of sex is the mental aspect of it, whether we acknowledge that or not...and different strokes for different folks. But from time to time I come across this automatic assumption that the bottom is automatically submissive. Not just in the physical part of fucking...but that they necessarily mentally get off on that role. There have to be more guys than me out there, who love to be fucked senseless but are still alpha male and to whom aggressively using your ass and pulling that guy in you etc....does not equal "submission" or being dominated etc.? It's a real turn off, in fact it's game over, once the whole "control you and make you my sub bitch etc" thing comes out of some tops mouths. Keep in mind, I am not a small or frail guy, I'm built more like a football player and in every day life, you could tell you'd get a smack in the chops if you walked up and spoke to me like that lol So I don't know why some guys just assume this power role play? So here's the context: Don't bet on it. There are plenty of us Alpha Males who love having the hell fucked out of our ass...but that's not the same as wanting to be dominated and made to feel like trash and the whole verbal thing. The top is not sacrosanct. I top as well. You're as lucky to be inside that ass as they are for having you in them. You'd/ I'd be jacking off alone if it weren't for the hole you're in For many of us, the whole power thing just being "assumed" is a real turn off and can lead to altercations. Now...giving yourself up can be part of the fun but you shouldn't just assume the whole, "spit on me, call be a bitch and throw me around" follows. I totally get where you're coming from and have had younger dudes bottoming for me, tell me in advance they love being dominated etc...That's cool. Its fucking hot. I wouldn't like it for myself (I'm a pretty aggressive bottom when I bottom and I am going to work my ass so that I nearly tear your cock off lol...but that's because I love being fucked...not because the guy fucking me is God and I am trash. That said: total respect for tops I've had recently you bothered to check! Maybe it's a respect thing? I'll even go sub in play for someone who tells me they like doing that and they bother to check with me and not just assume. That's totally different. When they just assume being fucked in the ass = submissive, bitch, someone's "boy" or whatever...I'm more likely to throw the top over my shoulder and throw him and his clothes out my door. MEN love to be fucked too and it's got nothing to do with us feeling like feminine submissives. Does any of this make sense? There have to be more guys that feel the same way? Again...in no way am I bagging the guys who love the whole power play thing from either angle. I get it and do it from time to time. Its more this general feeling that a bottom is automatically wanting to be the momentary embodiment of a bunch of daddy issues.

I got friended on facebook recently by a guy who says he fucked me in Atlanta once. He had enough details of the situation that I had to think he was telling the truth. It was a particularly hot scenario where I took six loads one after the other, bam bam bam. It was hot. The only thing that bothered me was how he knew who I was. I still can't get used to being in a anonymous sexual situation and have guys recognize me from my videos. I guess I should be flattered. I do like to take anonymous loads in such settings from time to time, but I've never considered myself a "No Load Refused" type of bottom. I always reserve the right to say no for whatever reason. And when I'm done I'm done.

Its happened to me at the beach. Somebody stole my bag with my car keys, clothes, cell phone etc. So i was left with just a gstring on. Was quite a walk home.

I been fucked by 2 sets of twiins ! One set was identical in fact I had been fucked by both of them seperately for months thinkin it was only the one dude but then one day they arrived together n told me what had been goin on it was so fuckin hot bein spit roasted n DP by them 2 big studs a few times they even brought 2 of there older brothers to join in ! The other set were not very much alike except for there cocks n loads n way they used to wreck me hole (_0_)

At first when the top buried it deep in me it was not pleasant but then as he want on using me in and out in and out it was amazing!!.

Nothing like taking piss straight from the tap.

Glad to see this post. Gonna try mail ordering some of the suggested brands. But this post had also gotten me into trouble. After reading it I went to check and see if my bottle of jungle juice platinum was still fresh. One tiny hit turned into a huffing session and now I've got a dildo in my ass and just posted on cl for some black cock!

CHPT 11 - The State Fair – Cum In This Ride: I came awake slowly to find Pa on my back, his left hand stroking my face as his hips worked his raw dick around inside my ass. “Damn sissy, I can’t stay angry with you, not when that ass opens like a Texas bluebonnet and lets me settle in so fucking deep!” I don’t know how long I had been knocked out, or where exactly we were, as I had passed right out after my last set of shots. The RV slowed a little, made a turn, Pa’s weight shifted on me, the RV turned again, and Pa swore as he picked up his pace, “Fucking Christ, we’re here.” His slimy dick yanked out of my ass and a stream of hot liquid followed in a gush. I was shocked and quickly stuck my hand down to my hole as Pa laughed, “Left you full of piss. Surprised it stayed in that long.” Then he was dressed and making his way to the front of the RV. Now that I was awake and he was off me, I could feel the bloat and pain from being filled with so much piss, rolled off the bed trying to miss the wet spot, and stumbled into the small toilet. By the time I was done the RV was traveling at a snail’s pace, so I grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor and made my way up front where Brett was driving and Pa was waving his arms around trying to convey directions. Brett and Pa were arguing over which way to turn and while they were busy fussing at each other, I curiously looked out at the windows and saw several signs that said TEXAS STATE FAIR. The RV wound its way through various parking lots and side streets, swerving to miss people moving equipment, and as it did I caught glimpses of Big Tex, the statue that I would come to learn was the symbol of the fair, various rides, the Cotton Bowl stadium, and a huge ass Ferris wheel. I think we made a circuit three complete times before Pa decide he wanted us to stop. When we did, he told us to stay put, hopped out, and strode off through one of the gates, melding into the crowd of workers. Brett got out of the driver’s seat, stepping over me, stretched, sighed, then said, “Holy fuck can it get any hotter. God damn A/C ain’t worth shit. We’ve got to do something about it or we’ll cook for sure! Grab me a soda will you and go on back and get me a joint and a plate of snort.” I must have looked bewildered as Brett helped me stand, gave me a hug, “Sorry bro, I forget your shots fuck you up a while and the last ones were a double dose. Come on. I’ll show you. Let’s get you right because if I know Pa he will want that pussy of yours primed and ready.” Several white lines later I was feeling good and my ass was on fire as Brett bent me over the dining table and was fingering my ass, coating it up with a big booty bump when Pa flung the RV door opened and joyously hopped in the RV, followed closely by a man who could barely fit through the door. “Umm, yeah, Mr. Gleason, thanks again. Like I told you. I’m all set, got everything you ordered – everything,” as Pa looked at me and then Brett. Mr. Gleason wiped his brow and flung the sweat onto the floor before replying in a slow drawl, “Alright. Well, as I said, you report to the main office first thing every morning. The foreman will tell you where to work for the day.” Then pointing to me and Brett he continued, “For this, 10 free a day for my workers, everything else you sell – and I mean everything – you bring me 15% off the top before I lock up each night. Understand me boy?” Pa did not look happy and Mr. Gleason wedged himself back out the door, with Pa close behind. I looked at Brett who just shrugged, bent me back over, and worked his fingers around in my ass a few more minutes until I was sweating like a demon and begging like a bitch to be fucked “FUCK IT HARDER – PLEASE – DEEPER MAN, OH FUCK IT,” I was practically screaming when Pa came back and cuffed Brett upside the head. “What the fuck you little shit! I told you, you got your part to play and sissy has his unless you want to be the cunt, I’m fine with that.” Brett muttered under his breath, eased out of my ass, and I turned around literally panting in need and looked at them both in confusion and frustration. Pa gave me a big bear hug and said, “Damn, I knew this would work and I’m telling you, I have not seen an ass like yours in fucking forever. It just won’t quit will it. Curtis did me right, yes he did.” Curtis? That name rang a bell, I had a few fleeting images in my head, then nothing, so as the RV started up again I sat by the table while Pa directed Brett. A few minutes later we passed Gate 11 and turned and as we saw Gate 12 Pa said, “Pull in there, between those two trailers, easy now, easy.” We were in a lot with about a dozen other RVs, camper trailers, and several large semi trailers that were unhooked and folks were pulling equipment out. It was between two of those that we parked. Pa hopped out, spoke to a guy who seemed to be directing everyone, came back in and said, “Yep. We’re good. This is home for the next four weeks. Sit down. We’re only a day late, so have some catching up to do, so we need to get to it.” Pa rolled a joint, Brett made us drinks, I snorted a few lines, and we all sat at the table. Tapping the large sign on lime green paper that said BUMPER CARS in big, black letters that was leaning against the window Pa filled us in. “Mr. Gleason has kindly allowed us to park here until the fair is over. It does not officially start for another 8 days, but we will be working. After we are done here, we can spend the rest of the day setting things up, then I will start making the connections.” Brett let out his smoke, coughed, shook his head, “Damn, that’s good. Pa, you know he’s still a little…well you might need to be a bit clearer.” Pa looked at me, “Oh yeah, right. You like to get fucked right? Suck dick? Take nutt in that ass? Well you do and from the way you were wagging that tail earlier with Brett’s fingers buried up there you are ready and raring to go. Here’s the deal, plain and simple. Your ass is going to be open 24/7. See this sign? This ain’t for no bumper car ride, its for what we’re offering in here – your ass, and his dick, and all the party favors, weed, and other debauchery this fucking piece of shit RV can hide.” Pa took a long hit on the joint as Brett smiled, then Pa continued, “Until the fair opens, you two will be keeping the workers happy. As much as they want and all you can take. Brett, while I’m out hustling up business, you need to stay here and manage things proper. I’m the fucking ring master in this little circus of ours, but you two are the main show.” Pa then held out three plastic IDs on lanyards, “These will let us move around the grounds, anyplace we want to go. I’ll give you a break when I can, but business comes first understand? Your pussy and your dick,” he said looking at me then Brett, and then looking back at Brett he lowered his voice and firmly said, “And your ass too if I say so.” Brett shook his head, glowered at Pa, but did not talk back – at least to his face, he would wait and do that later when we were alone. Pa then had us stand up, took out his set of keys, undid the padlocks, and flipped open the benches around the table. The spaces underneath were brimming with pot, pills, crystal, and more drugs than I could imagine. Pa shut the lids and said, “Brett handles this side of the business. Every night we will settle up. Only those with a ticket like this one that matches the sign gets in. If they got a ticket, they have paid me. I will write on the back a ‘S’ for sissy’s cunt, ‘D’ for dick down, or ‘X’ for party supplies with marks for what and how much. You understand?” I just shrugged and grabbed the plate and did some more lines. My ass was really burning now and I was ready to get this show on the road. Once Pa was done, we got to work, set blocks under the RV wheels, unwound the canvas canopy that hung off the side and pulled some chairs down from the roof along with a couple milk crates to make a shaded sitting area between us and the equipment trailer beside us. I guess it was good we did not have neighbors as we were already getting a few glances from people walking by, smelling the 420, and lord knows what else wafting from the RV. Once we were done, Pa downed a soda, then headed back out, telling us to wait. I tried to get Brett to fuck me, but he wouldn’t and just offered me more drugs. I was wired as shit, and bouncing off the walls when Pa came back with a two greasy, sweaty, men. One of them disappeared around one of the trailers and reappeared dragging some cables and two big, black hoses. He hooked these up on the far side of the RV, while the other guy and Pa bolted a window A/C unit into the back window, then covered the space around it with plastic and duct tape. The RV now had power, a line for the toilet, running water, and A/C that worked, so we were set. Pa invited the two guys inside, gave them each a joint, then told me to go to the back. I knew what was up and immediately stripped and soon one of the guys was standing over me, his pants unzipped, his soft dick hanging there as he hit the joint. He did not say a word as I sucked him, got him hard, and was rewarded with a hot load of cum in my mouth. He zipped up, left, and the second guy came in. He paused, looked to the front, fussed with the curtain to make sure it was closed, then whispered, “Is it OK if I fuck you?” HELL YES!!! I practically jumped on him as I got on my hands and knees and pushed my eager hole back to him. He wasted no time in grabbing the bottle of lotion sitting on the table, slicking his dick up, then sliding into my hungry ass. Far too soon the fuck was done, and I was even hornier, not less. I pulled my shorts back up and went out front, just as Pa was finishing a microwave meal. Pa tossed a key to Brett and said, “OK, you two go walk around, get familiar with the place. Find a couple spots where you can do a fuck away from the RV if we need to. Try over by the animal barns and the food pavilions. I have to go do some work for Mr. Gleason but will start finding us some of the carneys who want the hustle, so be back here by 6:00 p.m., understand?” Pa left, Brett said he wanted a quick shower, and I was suddenly alone. Alone. Why did that unsettle me. I felt fuzzy headed, yet clear and focused at the same time – well focused on dick. Shit, that was all I could think about. So I did some more drugs and swayed a bit when I stood up. Something was bugging me. I couldn’t quite focus on it, but I stepped out of the RV, walked around to the back, opened the engine compartment, and stood there staring at it. I had this itch, this thing clawing at my head. My head started to feel like it was being squeezed and my eyes tightened, but I calmly reached in, felt around, and pulled out a small black box that had been hidden up under the inner frame. I held it for a moment, turned it around and around, then slid the lid back, pulled out the piece of paper, unfolded it, and read, “JD”, along with a phone number, and then another number. At the time I knew it meant something, and was mine, but just not what. I heard the water stop, quickly replaced the box, closed the lid and hustled back inside. Brett came out of the shower, dripping, and asked, “What were you doing?” I rubbed the white off my nose, “Nothing. Just seeing what those guys tied the power lines into in case something breaks, you know?” Brett shrugged, went to the back, opened a drawer, and started pulling out clothes. “Come here. I want to walk around and you need to learn how to read folks. How to find those men that want that ass, or who wants my dick, and how to avoid those guys that don’t.” I was a bit confused as I sort of thought they all did, but obeyed, and soon Brett was locking the RV door and he and I were winding our way through the trailers, through the gate, and onto the fair grounds. I was craving more drugs, and asked Brett if we could go back. He just shook his head and said when we get back to the RV he would give me a little brown bottle for my powder, but also poppers, and in the meantime he offered me his cigarette. I shook my head, we kept walking, and Brett tried to educate me about the signs. After a while I thought I understood. Some of the men we passed would glance our way but then pay us no mind. Others would look again, cautiously, and a few would stare openly. But a couple appeared outright hostile and called us names. I guess the skimpy shorts I was wearing with half my ass hanging out and Brett’s dick practically poking though his shorts was a clear and loud message about what we were looking for, but we just continued on our way, scoped out some little nooks and areas we might be able to do a quick fuck or suck, and kept walking around. We were on our second circuit of the grounds when Brett decided he needed to go off on his own. I figured he found someone to fuck and agreed to meet him back at the RV. I was watching all the workers, fascinated by the mechanics of some of the rides when I saw him and I could not help but follow. The only way to put it was he was a black muscle god. He had on long basketball shorts, sneakers that had seen better days as his toes partly showed, a dirty t-shirt stuffed into the back of his waistband, and a long stick in his right hand with a blue plastic bag slung around his neck. Every muscle in his body flexed as he walked and my ass twitched and got wet. Every few feet he would stop, jab at some piece of trash that was on the ground with his stick, then knock it off in the bag. Anything too big for his stick he would just kick to the side. He also had on a ratty baseball cap turned backwards, a cigarette behind each ear, and headphones playing music loud enough for anyone within 10 feet to hear. Almost in a trance I followed him from a distance, and watched, my hunger building. He never spoke with anyone, even other carney folks. After a while he made his way back toward the Port-A-Potties where the carnies went. There were a couple picnic tables just off to the side, he sat on top of one, his legs spread wide and a long, thick dick clearly hung to the right that he kept adjusting. The way he sat, and with the sun setting behind him, his dick was like a shadow, a dark monster in hiding waiting to attack. The guy finished his cigarette then laid back on the picnic table, his feet up on the end tapping in time to the music, knees raised, hands on his chest and eyes closed like he was going to take a nap. A few guys came and went to the Port-A-Potties and the black guy did not move. I could not explain at the time why, but I was entranced, drawn to him, and horny beyond belief – and scared. Why was I scared? I don’t know – or well I didn’t know then, but maybe I could sense he was trouble. After a while he got up, sauntered down the way a bit, unlocked a small building, went inside, and came back out carrying a black trash bag that was about ¼ full, locked the door, and headed towards the gate where the DART rail train was. I continued to follow him, watching, wanting, hoping, but all I saw was him swipe some toys and a few other pieces of small shit from some boxes when some of the other works were not looking and stuff them in his bag. He got on the train and I wound my way back to the RV feeling sad, and I guess lonely. Brett was sitting outside the RV when I got there and he told me to get in back, someone was waiting. There was a little short man lying naked on the bed. I wanted to tell him the bed was wet with piss that ran out of my ass, but thought ‘whatever’ and got undressed. I then left him there a minute longer as I opened the door, totally naked, and asked Brett where the plate was. He came in, showed me where he had hidden it, left, I snorted, then went to the back again. The man was jacking his stubby little dick like he was on fire. I thought to myself, “What the fuck do I do with that?” He then rolled over, contorted himself so he could reach his own ass and begged in a muffled voice since his face was in the pillow, “Fuck me. Come on. Give it to me NOW!” OK, that was all I could take and burst out laughing and walked back out front. I could hear the guy swearing, I opened the door and said to Brett, “Yeah, this one is for you.” Brett strode inside like he was king shit, and my ass twitched. He told the guy to raise his ass up and shut the fuck up and slam fucked him as the guy cried and whimpered. Watching Brett made me hard and I started to jack my dick, wishing it was my ass being pummeled like that. Yet, at the same time in my mind I was wishing even more it was the black guy’s dick. Oh well, have to work with what you got, so as Brett pummeled the guys ass, slamming his raw dick in over and over I edged closer and closer to watch. Brett turned his head, saw me, smiled, and yanked his dick out of the guy’s ass making him cry out. “Shut the fuck up!” Brett said. The guy scrambled around, franticly jacking his dick as Brett grabbed my arm, pushed me forward onto the bed and punched his dick head in my hole. I yelped, Brett bellowed, “FUCK YES SIS – OPEN THAT PUSSY UP!” and the guy then flopped on his back, his eyes looking at me with untold excitement, anger, lust, and he jacked his dick harder than before. “YOU WANT MY DICK?” Brett yelled at the guy who just whimpered and whined and I was disgusted, “GET YOUR ASS UP. THIS ASS IS WAY BETTER SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, TELL ME, YOU GOT EXTRA CASH ON YOU? WANT MY LOAD UP YOUR HOLE? TELL ME? HOW MUCH YOU GOT? HOW MUCH!!! The guy squeaked out he had another $100 so Brett yanked his steel hard dick out of my now open hole and slammed balls deep into the guy, once, twice, three times, and on the fourth slam he tensed and I watched in envy as every muscle in his body went taut, shook, and I knew the guy was getting Brett’s load. Brett pulled out of the guy’s ass in one stroke, the guy started mumbling, Brett bent down, picked the guy’s pants off the floor, emptied the pockets of all the cash in them which looked a lot more than $100, handed the guy his pants and said, “Bring more next time. Now get the fuck out.” It took the guy two tries to get the door shut on the RV on his way out because he was so flustered. Brett locked it, strode back to me with his dick swinging hard and slimey, and asked, “You want my load now sissy? And this is yours.” I was confused as I looked at the wad of bills he tossed at me and said, “But you just came. Right?” Brett laughed, shook his head as he lit a smoke, blew it my way, set it down, stood with his hands on his hips and wiggled his dick, “No. I faked it. His ass was so fucking open it was like fucking air. Nasty fuck, and a bit dirty too. Now you either lick me clean or I swipe myself clean up your ass.” I eagerly got back on my hands and knees and closed my eyes as Brett slowly stroked my hole. “FUCK ME! DEEPER!! OH PLEASE FUCK ME!!!” I cried as the RV rocked and Brett banged me and gave me his saved nutt. We were lying together on the bed, Brett still inside me as he smoked and let his dick cure in my ass juice when a knock came on the RV door. Brett groaned and said, “Hell, Pa must have found someone. You ok? Clean your plate. I’ll set up some more.” Brett pulled on some pants, went up front, I could hear a guy say, “I got a ticket. Bumper car right? That’s what he said.” The guy came to the back, I was sitting on the bed, Brett closed the curtain behind him, and I reached out and rubbed the guy’s crotch area through his jeans. He moaned a little, I rubbed harder, then put my face on the growing lump and blew, then spit, then blew again, and his dick swelled. He was not as big as Brett, but nice, and he just stood there as I unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper, eased his pants down, then sucked on him for a while. When I thought he was ready I stood up, had him sit on the bed, then knelt between his legs as he laid back and I sucked him some more. I paused, stood up, grabbed his dick with my right hand and steadied myself with my left hand on his left thigh, and aimed for my hole. As I began to lower myself he tried to sit up, “Fuck no, wait. I got a condom in my pants, hold on, OH FUCK NO, SHIT….” I had dropped down on his dick and he was now buried up inside me raw. All fight went right out the window as he just lay there and let me ride his throbbing dick. He didn’t want to bareback me, and a couple times tried to push me up and off, but I clamped my ass and bounced up and down harder and harder. “NO PLEASE, I’M GONNA CUM, NO…THE WIFE…GOT TO WEAR A…OH HELL….HERE IT COMES….NO…GOD DAMN IT!!” I angled forward as he pleaded no and bounced my raw hole up and down making sure his dick scraped my ass walls. His balls tightened and as he got ready to shoot he let out a loud moan, grabbed my hips and helped me bounce even higher. When his dick went limp and all fluid was drained, I eased off, knelt down, licked him clean and when I was satisfied, stood up. His head was shaking back and forth in a silent ‘no’ and he looked ashamed as he pulled his pants up and left. I realized I liked that. Taking control. So I hit the plate, cleaned it, told Brett to fill it up, and waited for the next dick. Three guys later and the cum was literally streaming out of my ass and not one of the others had even mentioned a condom. I think Brett fucked someone too from the sounds I heard during my last one, but I was too busy taking a thick Hispanic dick. He was uncut, musky, thick and meaty, and the whole time he fucked he spoke low and sexy to me in Spanish. I have no idea what he said, but it did not matter. Brett and I were both naked and sitting at the table, when Pa came back. He emptied a couple handfuls of cash out of his pockets, smoothed the creases out of the bills, slid the stack into a space under the carpet below the driver’s seat, then told Brett and I it was time for bed. The bed at the back was pretty big as it took up basically the entire back end of the RV, but still, three men in the bed meant we were pretty much on one another, which was just fine. I got a good night fuck from both Brett and Pa and as I closed my eyes, my right hand resting on Brett’s chest, Pa’s dick was nestled in my ass as I worked my ass muscles, trying to get him hard for another round. They both fell asleep long before I did. My mind and body were still racing and all I could think about was the black guy I saw picking up trash. Pa’s dick had softened and slipped out of my ass and I was tempted to get out of bed and go see if I could find another fuck, but instead just laid there, and as I finally drifted off into a fitful sleep the nightmares began, the flashes of other times, other places, other men, but come morning it would all fade away like morning fog facing a sunny day as the second day of my life being the carney whore started. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 12: Carney Whore **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

I have bred so many guys that I've seen every cock size on them. From 1-2" hard to probably 8" soft. I don't care about a bottom's cock so I am not intimidated if he has a huge cock. If he does happen to have a huge cock that most guys want, what I like is when he is sitting on my cock, taking a wild, rough ride on it and his big cock is soft and useless wildly flopping and spinning around as his pussy is doing all the work.

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.

Previously… My body was fully on board with the fucking! And man was I on board. I started to fuckin bounce up and down on Mac’s joystick and rode him for all I was worth. His dick was like a drug of its own – my nerves were squealing with pleasure as he stretched me out with each plunge. His dick was wider toward the base – maybe 8 inches circumference – I’m not that savvy on girth measurements – but it was thick as fuck. Normally I don’t like carrot dicks (as I call wide-based cocks) cause they’re always stretching you and your hole never gets fully used to them, but I was loving Mac’s treeroot of cock. I remember a few seconds later JP getting rimmed by Pedro while Kieran and I licked the sweat off of eachother’s faces like dogs, I stopped feeling – how would I put this? Intact? The K was kicking in and I was starting to fully disconnect. Right so… Some people think you shouldn’t take K and have sex, especially my straight mates think you should take it like LSD, Ayahuasca, Peyote or DMT and attach a ritual to it. Even Pedro later told me about his trips through South America and his meetings with his ayahuasca shaman in Peru who brought him and “madrecita” – his “little mother”, together. He’d never dream of doing ayahuasca for fucking. However a lot of fisting bottoms have said that K’s the only way to go cause it allows you to take a deeper fist or a bigger dildo. Maybe that’s why I was able to take Mac so easily. When I met up with him a few times for a year or two afterwards, it just wasn’t great if we were sober – god love him, but our poor Mac was a bit rubbish in bed – an amazing cock, but maybe like supermodels with cardboard personalities who never needed to impress anyone, I felt he never had to work at a fuck? Just conjecture, but I at least left him better than he was when we first met. He was way too eager to split you open, no lube and no foreplay. I taught him my fingering techniques, my blowjob tricks and I even stopped him blowing into a guy’s hole while rimming. I wish I was kidding about the latter point – he tried it with me once and I had to turn around say “What the fuck?” He actually blew air up my ass. I quickly made sure he put an end to that. Air up your ass is what you try and avoid for fuck’s sake! I wish I could say that he was a total top, but he occasionally took cock as well, so he had no excuse. I heard later he got into the BDSM scene with Don and got into treating guys real rough. Anyways I digress. I was squatting over Mac, leaning back, arms out in fists on the bed behind me. I could feel the sweat drip down my back. I was focussed just on the join of me and Mac. I started pulling up high and slamming back down. The asshole/cock combo responded well to that. I was a bit distant. In fact I felt really fucking distant, like I was a spectator to what was going on. I increased my pace by sending signals to the separate entities of my legs and arms and the separate entity of my asshole sent back “yeah, yeah, more, more” signals. I started to realise that the growing disconnect I’d been having since chatting to Pedro was growing to the point where I wasn’t sure my mind could reach out to my body anymore. I tried to gather myself together – bad idea on K. I started to freak a little, thinking I’d lose my body, but remembered something someone had told me about K once - just let it go – you’re meant to dissolve. I breathed out (I hadn’t realised I was holding my breath) and started to relax into it. Signals were dispersed and coming at me from all directions. At the same time it was very difficult to know what signals belonged to me and what was important and what wasn’t: Pressure: A balance “signal–response” to increase pressure on left arm to stay upright. View: Kieran’s shining eyes looking at JP Pleasure: signal from deep in asshole. Coming on like a train passing through a station… …and gone. Feeling/View: JP’s hand pulling me into a threeway snog again. Smell: The smell of poppers held between us. Pressure: Blocked ears, clench jaw to unblock. Noise: Smacking noises from Mac and me. Feeling: someone’s hand squeezing my ass View: Pedro’s tribal tattoos rippling under the dim daylight. Feeling: My ab muscles clenching as I lift my hips Cold: One of the lube bottles rolling into the shallow created by my hands pressing on the mattress. View: Pedro lying under JP being blown by Andrew. Sound: A car driving somewhere nearby outside. View: Finn switching places with Richard Feeling: Mac stopping kissing me to lick my earlobe (but I don’t remember turning back over to him?) I just let it go. My body would have to work on autopilot for a while, cause Elvis had definitely left the building. As the K grew stronger, figuring out where I was, where my mind began and ended, was up for some serious philosophical debate. Again it’s tough to describe unless you’ve been there, but your backseat driver, the part of you that does all the guiding and decision-making and worrying and planning – it’s like that part grows more and more distant. Physically too. I felt I was watching the action from somewhere above my body, that is, when I remembered who I was, otherwise there wasn’t really a distinct “I” per se. It became more of a systemic awareness – as in – I only was aware of good sensations for the whole group. This group-sense meant we all felt en-masse when someone shifted pace or at least that’s how I perceived it. I felt I could feel Finn slip a finger up Andrew’s hole while fucking him. I felt everyone could feel Pedro stop rimming JP and move off the bed. I became a single entity again and I was detached from my body and able to see the whole group from above. Pedro was moving back over to behind me. Mac and Richard were in the same place – fucking me and Kieran. Andrew had moved to threeway snog JP and Kieran. Finn was scooting under Kieran to blow him. Pedro was now squeezing more lube on his cock. Pedro was slowing Mac down. Pedro was trying to enter me. Now as I said K is recommended to fisting bottoms cause of the pain relieving qualities, and maybe this was one of the few reasons while I was able to take two cocks in me that day. But fuck, even on Ketamine, it was tough. While on one side I felt disembodied and was observing the room from a high point, I remember flashes of sensations like those below: I remember feeling that somewhere below my chest area there was something spasming. Pedro was saying something to me but I couldn’t focus. I remember repeating the word “bzzzz” and feeling incredibly deep and content I saw Finn and Andrew turn to look at my ass area and smile I remember getting lifted up by Pedro, off of Mac and lowered back down onto JP. Poppers smell. I remember asking for them, and I was very happy that I’d been able to make myself clear to JP. Pedro tried again. More pressure signals from below and then… …tightness. I felt as tight as a teenager again. I could feel almost every inch of the guys inside me – every ridge, every throbbing vein. JP up on his elbows, one hand holding the poppers, the other holding my shoulder to support me. Me squatting on his cock. The look between us filled with meaning. I felt like we instantly knew we could easily be boyfriends. Andrew looking strangely at us. Pushed up beside JP’s cock was Pedro’s cock at the same depth but with more outside. Pedro behind me on his knees. Me holding very still. Only Pedro moving. JP looking at me with wide-open blue eyes. Me getting lost in the patterns of golden flecks on his iris. Me slowly bending over to kiss JP. Tightness This was eventually lifted as Andrew wanted to try out the JP/Pedro combo and I was lifted off of them to lie shoulder to shoulder beside JP. Which was fine really. I needed a break. JP turned to me with his crooked smile. He later told me our conversation went something like below: “Nice one beautiful” “Thanks misssster” “Wow lad I only did a line, but you are out of it, how’d you feel?” “mizzzzter, yer lovely, if I concentrate I get it, y’know” “get what?” “get that we shouldn’t be selfish, and to give love to the world. We don’t do that enough” He laughed and I felt I could follow the sound waves as they bounced around the room. Then I noticed bouncing into the room from the hall was music – a dance track – Tori Amos’s Professional Widow. I used to have a big thing for Tori so I knew the song well. In fact I was pretty impressed that the universe remembered and so had personally put on the song for me. Of course the lines “honey bring it close to my lips” and “it’s gotta be big” repeated over and over again, were perfect for a sex party. I smiled and leant my head against JP’s. After a little while I noticed Kieran was now sucking my cock. I smiled at him and said “Tori says it’s gotta be big” as if it was the funniest thing I’d ever said. Kieran just raised his eyebrows at me and continued bobbing up and down. I felt guilty that I had to close my eyes to him though, cause the motion of his head was making me feel nauseous. Cut to a few minutes later and my feet were being pulled to the end of the bed. I remember saying “bye mizzter” to JP as I slid on my own sweat down the soaking sheet. Kieran started licking my face again. All I could think of was how like a dog this behaviour was. I’m embarrassed to say this but I think I woofed a few times at him. Then I felt pressure on my hole again. I looked up to see Mac fucking me off the edge of the bed with my legs at his shoulders. Funnily I didn’t remember my legs being raised. I could feel Mac’s cock though – it felt solid and reassuring. I continued to barble a bit in nonsense tongues (I was told) as Mac worked my ass. Eventually he got bored cause I was distracted by licking beads of sweat from Kieran’s face that was hovering over mine. I was convinced that Kieran had been taken over by the spirit of a neighbour’s Labrador. Fuck it even looked like he was growing a tail! Shit was getting fucked up. Time passed and I was on another part of the bed. I felt a weight at my crotch area and over my legs. Finn was lining up his cock with mine, overlaying his legs. It was only then I noticed Andrew squatting over our cocks at a ninety degree angle. Then I felt incredibly tightness. I wanted to remember this so I concentrated more. Andrew had pushed himself down on our cocks and was starting a slow warm-up rhythm. Concentrate Stuart c’mon. I held out a hand to grab Andrew’s pale arse cheek. Fucking beautiful. I was watching my cock be swallowed by the side of Andrew’s ass. I looked up into his eyes and said something odd which was meant to be really deep. Andrew was fucked too, but JP said later I said something like “take my gub”??? Another abiding memory of the K trip I’ll share, and I know this will sound weird, but it was as if we were all one organism – a multi headed, multi-cocked, multi-holed flesh creature that was flexing into different shapes on the bed, but ultimately was all the same complex creature. I remember flashes of this - looking over at my “Mac head” that was connected to me via our cock and ass connection, and later a flash of recognising the “Andrew head” that was an offshoot of our Finn/Stuart join. An hour must have passed at least with us rolling around on the bed. It eventually got less sexual and more messy as we rode the K-train through its peak. Things started making sense again with this hard feeling in my ass – I remembering starting to get the spark of “me-ness” back again and using that to figure out this strange hard feeling. After a long time of circling the sensation, I realised it was the feeling of fingers up my ass. Six of them – two knuckles deep. They were mine. Experimentally flexing fingers. Oh fuuuuck! Too fucking sensitive! Too much input! Mind fuckin blown! … Looking back I think that after doing that flexing motion the first time, I went back to that K-land and rebooted for a few minutes. After a little while… …hard feeling… …don’t flex… …relax fingers… …fuck!... …slowly pull out… That was intense. I started to come to. I was on the ground between the bed and the wall in the bedroom, ass up, face down. I’d been holding my asshole gaping. I didn’t know how long, but I had a sudden need to fart. I started to pull myself up to get myself to a bathroom. That seemed to take forever. I kept relaxing my eyes’ focus and then snapping back into reality a minute or two later. Then I’d remember I was on a mission to get to the bathroom. Then, someone supporting my shoulder, someone strong taking most of my weight. Into the bathroom, onto the loo, relaxing, letting the air out, that was fuckin needed. Looking up. There’s … what’s his name. Gymbag-guy. He’s smiling and pointing to the shower. I stood up and got into the shower. Good thing I took a few showers here already, I get a good temperature on pure autopilot. The water feels amazing… I’ve a flash of something white on my fingers, was it cum? Was it some shower milk or something? I rinse it away …the water is turned off. Focus comes back a bit more now. Gymbag guy, Finn, had been talking to me. “Alright Stuart. Easy does it” “Tha… um… water is off yeah?” “Yeah it is, I turned it off Stuart, come out here to me” “Surre” Finn towelled me off. I snuggled into his broad frame, and kissed the nape of his neck. “Thanks Finn” I murmured into his shoulder. He smiled and held me close with the towel. “Wow Stuart, you got the worst fucked of all of us” I just squinted up at him puzzledly? Bad fucking? He figured out I didn’t understand him. “I mean, you got the most fucked up on the Special K, actually wait a sec…” He leaned back to the medicine cabinet, and brought back a little metal spoon with white powder– the coke spoon he’d used himself, the last time we were in the bathroom together, it seemed like ages ago. “Here, this might help you” I dutifully snorted the coke, and he took another bump for himself. The soapiness hit the back of my nose and started to slide down my throat. I looked at Finn. Things were starting to get sharper alright, really quick. The coke buzz started to take the fuzziness off of the K buzz, although sound still felt like it was coming from a long way away. “Finn” I echoed, oh fuck the coke was starting to hit me proper, “Finn, do you remember?” I leaned into him stroking his fuzzy red chest hairs. “Remember what Stuart?” – he sounded like he was on an intercom. “Do you remember how you haven’t fucked me proper yet?” I looked up to his face, grinning ear to ear. He smiled at that. “Look here lad, I want ya a little less fucked up” he gently retorted, “I’ve to have a quick shower myself, but if you head on into the kitchen I promise I’ll be in there in a minute to fuck ya. I’ve a load with your name on it” I swayed/nodded and then saluted. “Right so!” I said, and sauntered off to the kitchen.

Part VIII My coworker was lost in lust in a big hurry. I could only step back and stare and wonder what I should do. He already had one poz load in his ass and was well on the way to another one. He seemed surprised at first but then really looked to be into getting his hole used good now. I was conflicted on whether I should step in and stop it or not. Totally confused as how could I stop it after I had taken so many loads myself just a short time before. My new bud came up just then. He took one look and said it looked like my friend was enjoying himself. I asked if he thought I should stop them or not. He told me I probably shouldn't. My friend was an adult and could make his own decisions. I was shocked somewhat and told him but why would he keep going knowing he was probably going to get HIV. My bud told me it was hard to explain and especially to someone like me that was 'straight'. He kind of emphasized that remark with a little snicker. I blushed at that one. I guessed that at least some of my straight was gone now and my no longer virgin ass was still oozing cum out of it a little. My bud told me he was ready to take me to the hospital if I still wanted to go and get some PEP. I told him we might as well as by now the second guy was done with my friend and a third was stepping up and entering him. I figured he was going to be busy for a while now. We exited the center of the encampment and as we were heading to my bud's car, my other friends all showed up. They yelled and we started talking and they were wanting to know where the hell I had disappeared to. I just told them I had twisted an ankle and my bud here had helped me out by giving me a place to crash for a bit to see if it would help it. I told them we were on the way to the hospital to get it looked at. A little white lie but not sure they would have believed what I really had been up to and going for. I told them about our other friend and that he was over there in the center of the tables and playing around. Didn't want to say anything about getting pozzed with new bud standing there as I thought it might embarrass him. They told me they would all grab something more to drink and hand around until I got back to see how I was doing. My new bud and I took off then. On the way to the hospital my bud started to tell me why he thought my friend was ok with getting fucked by poz loads once he got one. He tried to tell me that many gay men may not want pozzed but once they got it, they found out how much hotter the sex was and no more worry about catching it. He went on to say he found his sex drive since getting it was way higher than it had been and he loved pozzing others and seeing the look on their faces when they were getting their holes filled with his poz babies. The look of total fulfillment and joy. Complete freedom to fuck anyone from then on and not worry about getting it made for more uninhibited sex and hot hot times. He went on to tell me about a few of his conquests. He was really enjoying telling me in detail what he did with them. At one point he was so excited he reached over and grabbed my leg for emphasis before he realized he had done so. My own cock was not staying down like I thought it would but had come up hard as hell again from his stories, so when he grabbed, he kind of got way high on my leg and the back of his hand bumped my hard and I let out a bit of a moan. We were just coming to a stop sign then and he looked over at me and smiled. He told me it looked like I was enjoying his stories and laughed. I kind of laughed too a little sheepishly. I told him they were quite erotic for sure. He asked if I was sure I wanted to go get that PEP after all with that raging hardon I had. He really laughed then and then asked if I wanted to stop somewhere and take another load from him as he was still really horny and it sure wouldn't hurt me anymore from the loads I had already taken. I told him I was probably just going back to my straight ways. He laughed and said with my hardon, he didn't think I would stay away long and laughed again and reached over before I knew what he was doing and gave my cock and squeeze through my shorts. I couldn't help it but moaned and without realizing it I thrust up as he did it and he stroked my cock about 5 times before letting go of it. I didn't realize I was that close to cumming but almost blew my load from that. I looked over at him panting from that and he was grinning like crazy. He told me we had better find a spot and pull over one more time anyway. I could only nod my head and wonder what the hell I was thinking. He found a parking lot at a minimall that had some cars in it but pulled to the farthest part of it away from almost all of the cars. As he shut off his vehicle I was trying to find a way to tell him I didn't think this was a good idea but before I could he had leaned over and pulled me close and planted his lips on mine and one of his hands grabbed my cock again and started to stroke it slow and easy. I could only lean back and enjoy the feeling. He kissed me deeply and lingered and then stopped with my cock and slowly eased my shirt up and then stopped his kiss long enough to slip it off of me. He then kissed me again and was using his fingers to rub and pinch my nipples. I had not thought they would have anything to do with my feelings but man was I wrong. The tweeking of them went straight to my cock and made it tingle even more. After a few minutes of this his hand went down and into my shorts and was pushing them and my jock down and I raised up and he eased them down my legs and I raised my legs up and he pulled them off. He continued to kiss me and his hand went back to my cock slowly caressing it. He then kind of scooted around a little and broke off the kiss and told me we should get in the back. I climbed over the seat first and then him and I was surprised to see that he had taken off all of his clothes already too. He started to kiss me again and as he did he laid me back on the seat and got between my legs. He then lifted them up onto his shoulders and I felt his huge hard cock at my hole and pushing to get in. He gently pushed in and pulled back a few times and then my ass gave way and he started to sink in me. Before I knew it I had taken a deep breath and let out a huge moan of pleasure and raised my ass up to meet his thrust as his entire cock sank in to the base and I could feel his balls on my ass cheeks. He held it there for a bit and leaned back a little and asked me what I was thinking. I told him all I could think about was his cock pounding away at my hole and I wanted it now. He smiled and told me that it looked like I might not want to go to the hospital after this and before I could answer he started to pound his cock in and out of me. I couldn't answer at all now as his lips closed on mine again and he really began to pound and grind his cock into me. I kissed back and our tongues were wrestling with each other and I was making all kinds of little noises of pleasure. My cock felt like it was on fire and driving crazy with lust for more of his cock in me as deep as he could drive it. He fucked me for a good half hour like that with no let up at all. We were both sweating and heaving and breathing hard. It felt like eternity. I never wanted it to stop and am sure he didn't either. I could feel his cock growing and throbbing in me more and more and then he looked me deep in the eye and basically growled here it comes. He drilled my really hard a couple more strokes and then it felt like he was trying to drive his cock clear through me and I could feel it pulsate in my hole and I knew he was blowing another huge load of poz cum in my ass as deep as he could. My own cock, right on cue, erupted again and sprayed us both with my huge load too. He continued to grind his hips against me for a while as we both were coming down after cumming so hard together and then like before he leaned back and licked up my cum and fed it to me in another kiss as we laid there with his cock still buried in me for another good 10 minutes.

Wow! I hadn't read this story before, and it has given me a huge boner. Why do I have a feeling that I will follow a path similar to Drew's?

Couldn't sleep last night so went online. I got messaged about 4am by a mid twenties Eastern European guy. He said he worked at the airport and was horny to be fucked before he started work. He wanted to come by on his way in. His pictures were hot but his profile said always for safer sex. He asked about condoms and I said I didn't really enjoy using them. We chatted for a while and he decided he didn't want to do it bare so we left it. About twenty minutes later he messaged me again and asked if I was still up for fucking him. I asked him if he would go bareback and there was silence for a minute or two. Then he messaged back "ok" He turned up a short time later - very fit lad. He told me he worked as a server in one of the restaurants in the airport. He didn't have much time so after he sucked me for a while, he bent over the settee, his trousers and pants at this knees and I slid my cock up his hairy arse. I fucked him bareback and soon I was close to coming. I thought he might ask me to pull out but he didn't say anything and I shot my load right up him. He pulled up his pants and went off to work. I like the thought that he's now serving breakfasts to customers with my cum up his arse. I hadn't cum for a few days so it was probably quite a big load.

Previously… After an indefinite period of pure rimming pleasure, I noticed that as I thrashed around in response to Richard, I loved every muscle movement I was making. I started to feel even more energetic, I closed my eyes and squinted, and each time I squinted it seemed like I was releasing little squirts of pleasure into my brain. The pleasure was building and building like going up a rollercoaster. The Blue Angels had me and I was coming up. Right so… I was coming up on E. I fucking love that realisation. That feeling when you know – “ok brain, for the next few hours I’m gonna just be in pure bliss”, and it just keeps building. How can I describe it to people who haven’t tried it? Let’s try it this way - if you think of the dopamine or whatever the pleasure neurochemical is, as sugar; it feels like you’re pouring sugar into a heap in your brain. You can feel the extra sugar just piling up in a bigger and bigger heap, higher and higher, and if you take a breath and concentrate, you can feel each grain of sugar as it hits the pile and bounces down the ever increasing mound – each grain that it knocks off of is a neural synapse of pleasure triggered. You can just roll your (very dilated) eyes back in your head and just soak up this bliss. Add that to all your nerve endings being amplified to max sensuality (stroking woolly things and your friends’ hair feels amazing) and your energy levels going through the roof, it’s the perfect drug for sex. It does cause some problems with some people’s hard-ons, but the Viagra usually takes care of that if you take it at the same time or a little bit before it. Man, even thinking about it now reminds me how much I fucking love shagging on E. It’s the fucking tops! Of course, like all drugs there are the negative effects that you just have to accept. It’s almost impossible to cum while on it, and when the pills start wearing off, you stop being able to feel any pleasure for a day or two or three. It’s like the Ecstasy pulls all your pleasure-sense from the next three days and piles them into one massive 5-10 hour rush (or longer depending on how many pills you take before crashing). You can keep raising the roof on this by taking more pills, but there comes a point where it doesn’t matter how many pills you take, your brain’s had it and refuses to cooperate anymore, and you just need to chill the fuck out and recover for a few days. This period I always hated. Being “scagged out” is what my group of mates used to call it. The other effects of ecstasy mean that you’re not able to usually sleep through this (though a lot of my mates would then take a sleeping tablet to do just that – which is fine if you’re not due in work in a few hours). I generally just smoked a fuck-tonne of weed to get me through this part. I still remember the first time I took E – it was with Bill while he was still in university. While he and his straight friends all just wanted to dance, I wanted to fuck anyone there – from the beginning drugs have always made me a complete and utter slut. I even remember coming on to two girls at the party, that’s how fucking desperate I was for a shag! Then during the scagged out part we all ended up walking around Dundee on New Year’s Day desperately looking for a dealer to get us Xanax or something cause the weed wasn’t helping much. I still remember walking through a cinema car park at midday like a zombie. It was where we were meant to meet a dealer who flaked out on us – the sunlight was too bright, there were all these fucking noisy people around, it was fucking hell. We eventually just gave up and spent the next day and half, huddled in Bill’s gaff trying to enjoy watching reruns of Southpark, smoking spliffs and drinking a shitload of tea, and just “getting through” it. Mind you, the first time you’re scagged out – that’s usually the roughest. Anyways, at the party I was coming up. I was naked on all fours in front of the couch being rimmed by Richard, the fucking king of rimming, while I was blowing Mac, who was still only semi hard cause he was so fucking big. I pulled my head off of Mac’s cock and said hoarsely “oh fuck, it’s hitting me, it’s hitting me hard, oh fuck”. I looked around to the others, and sure enough they were all feeling the effects too. Finn was sitting with his head back while face-fucking Harry, who was leaning across Finn’s lap, while getting fingered by Pedro. I smiled at Harry, who flashed me his wicked dimpled grin – well as much as he could with his lips around Finn’s cock. His eyes were massive now too. Richard started doing something with his chin’s beard hair on my hole. Everything started to feel interconnected. Richard’s energy was bleeding, no, “rasping” into me as I was mingling my energy with Mac by jacking him off. The tides of this energy were ever rising. I shoved my hole back at Richard’s expert rimming as I licked Mac’s monster cock like a lollipop. I arched my back and groaned “ah faaaaack yeah”. I submerged myself in Richard’s mouth – his mouth was stimulating every part of my body – my nerves were all radiating from my hole outwards. As he slobbered and nibbled and licked and deftly poked his tongue into my pink pucker, he was playing my senses like piano wires. I stopped licking Mac, I was too caught up in Richard’s attentions. Mac was ok though, he just went over to Finn and fed him his cock. Finn was now staring at me and was a little surprised to be butted by Mac’s dick. Without breaking eye contact with me, he opened his mouth and let Mac feed him his heavy semi-hard meat. Finn’s eyes were massive too. I knew right now that Finn was sending me thoughts that he was really blowing my cock, and through the sexual energy in the room, I could feel myself being blown by him, through Mac’s cock. Ecstasy can be a bit trippy that way, plus, these Blue Angels were cut a little with LSD I think. Mac meanwhile helped take the towel off of Finn so Harry could get better access to Finn’s cock, while Mac began to play with his hole. After a couple of minutes of this, Finn moved off of Mac’s cock to turn to his left and reposition himself over Harry. The two of them started to sixty-nine, while Mac and Pedro both were jacking themselves and playing with the respective lads’ holes. Even though we were all flying like kites now, it was a bit early for Finn and Harry to be fucked, as Mac found out when he got a bit too eager with Finn’s hole, trying to get three fingers in. Finn pushed him off and so Mac went round to Pedro, who started blowing him. All this happened while I was in this blessed out state, having Richard work his magic and destroy all future boyfriend’s attempts at rimming me, just by this (and about three other that year) masterful performances. I remember having these thoughts that Richard was some sort of computer programmer, and he was hacking into my interface, creating new codes and wiring all these sub-routines. Sounds like a pile of shite, I know, but that’s ecstasy for ya. After what seemed like an age, Richard pulled back from me. I turned around to him and literally with tears in my eyes and shaky voice, I managed to say “Richard, thank you so much for sharing that with me”. He just chuckled and wiped a tear that escaped. “Don’t mention it lad” he said, but I continued “no Richard, seriously dude, you have a gift!” He smiled bashfully and replied “well it’s always good to be appreciated”. I said “fuck appreciated, you have to pass this on!” “What do you mean?” he asked. I stroked the side of his face and leaned in to kiss him, tasting my ass on him. I’ve always like the taste of myself – I’ve a savoury smell, like steak in pepper sauce (a weird way to describe myself, I know, but honestly I just took a whiff of my pits there to try and figure it out and that’s the closest I can get). The kiss lengthened, and lengthened and as the E was pouring its sugary effects in the back of our brains, it felt like Richard and I were mingling our essences. I loved him so deeply. He loved me. We were pure. Dammit if ecstasy isn’t the greatest fucking drug out there! After a while we broke our kiss and I reeled. I took a little time to remember who I was, what I was doing and what I wanted to do next. I stood up. My 7.5 inch cock was standing out proud, the Viagra was working. Richard popped me into his mouth and I languorously stretched back. Now normally I’m not mad about blowjobs. I love giving them, but I’m usually a bit impatient about receiving them- they’re not mind-blowing to me (pardon the pun). However with all the right chems I was loving Richard’s wet slurping mouth making a perfect fuckhole for my cock. I started to slowly grind up into his mouth. He slowed me down to a gentle rhythm. Fuck he was good. Leaning back to look at the other guys, I saw Finn and Harry were sprawled across the main part of the couch now, sixty-nining. Pedro and Mac had moved over to the computer and I heard buttons tapping away. I locked gazes with Finn who pulled off Harry’s cock and offered it to me, grinning. I turned around, taking my cock out of Richard and presenting my hole once again to him. Then I bent down to take Harry in my mouth. As I did Finn started licking at where my lips ended and Harry’s cock began. Richard enthusiastically started back at doing what he did best. I pulled off of Harry to snog Finn. We were grinning as we kissed, as if we were sharing a dirty secret. I broke off and licked up the shaft of Harry’s thick 7” cock, while Finn engulfed the head. As I reached the top Finn and I would snog, then we’d break off and repeat our actions. Harry moaned in appreciation. I lowered the point where I started licking up, first down to his balls, then down to the join between the leg and the taint. If you haven’t ever tried it, this can be a really sensitive area on a guy, just trying sucking and lapping down there on your next trick, and see how he likes it. Though be warned - for a good few guys it can be too sensitive and they’ll seize up and push you off. As I did this I heard gasps from Harry. I knew he loved this area being licked, and usually after a little bit of this, he was putty in my hands (and it tended to turn him into a total bottom). Then as I came up to snog Finn again I took another onslaught of Richard’s tongue. It was sensory overload, a wave of pleasure that had washed over me. After a while he relaxed a little, and I took stock of where I was – snogging Finn (a little distractedly), with Harry’s cock in between us in our hands and Richard taking a breather behind me and ever in the background that glorious trickle-tickle of the coming-up of E. I pulled back to take a breath. “Richard”, I called back, “you’re gonna have to take a break on me dude, I’m in bits with your rimming”. I heard a laugh from Richard, while Finn grinned as he started sucking Harry again. I turned to Richard with a cocked eyebrow, and continued, “but I want to see what the hell you’re doing to me. So I propose that Harry be our rimming model!” I heard muffled noises from Harry at the other end of the couch (his mouth was busy with Finn’s cock) while Finn pulled off of Harry and laughed and said “What are ya trying to do now Stuart?” “Let me show you” I gleefully replied. I got up and quickly moved Finn off of Harry, while Richard came up to kneel beside us. Getting Finn to hold Harry’s ass up in the air, while Harry balanced on his shoulders and neck on the couch below. Harry had a hairy hole that he loved getting played with – fingering, toys, multiple cocks, Harry’s hole had seen a lot of action but you wouldn’t think it to look at it – he was a tight bastard who needed a lot of preparation to fuck. I turned to Richard and asked him, “dude show me what the hell you did to me!” Richard shrugged and said, “I can try to show you, but I just follow my gut mostly”. “Well whatever you’re gonna do, let’s get on with it, someone rim my ass already!” Harry shouted up to us. We all laughed and then Richard bent down and started to flick his tongue across Harry’s wet sphincter. Harry started moaning. As I watched I started to try and note how deep Richard went in his rhythm, how he varied between slow and fast, how he teased Harry to make him beg for Richard to eat him deeper and longer. I wish I had a video camera, cause I was in no fit state to remember anything. The abiding memory of the whole act, was Richard handing over Harry’s ass to me and then to Finn and getting us to repeat an action he’d just done. It was like we were passing a glass of wine and Richard was a wine expert telling us how to taste it. I still clearly remember Harry’s upside-down body rocking on his shoulders as Richard held his ass and passed him between us. With each repeatable motion we would dip down in between his cheeks and try our best to use our tongues like Richard. Harry tasted amazing, I could taste Finn and Richard’s spit mingled with Harry’s own scent. Harry was in another world of bliss and later told me it was one of his top five sexual experiences of all time. We must have spent at least an hour in Richard’s rimming session, cause next thing I remember, Pedro was coming over telling Richard that he’d been online again chatting to that dancer, who was making his way to us – it was 2 am and the nightclubs were closing. Richard smiled and said, “Andrew and his mate will be finishing their shift too then”. “What?” I asked, “you invited Andrew over? When did this happen?” Richard laughed and replied, “I got the idea when you were telling us how you met Pedro. Andrew’s an old fuck-buddy of mine and I sent him a quick text while you were talking about Pedro coke-fucking you.” Was there anyone who hadn’t fucked Andrew? To answer my own question; no. Not many. Andrew was a massive whore, who considered a day without dick as a waste. Pedro at this point mentioned something to Mac about Caverject, and next thing I know he whipped out a syringe and an alcohol swab from the sideboard and took Mac’s cock in his hands. I cringed but didn’t look away. I could feel Harry’s ass clench under my fingers. Later he told me that this was one of the reasons he left a couple of hours later. The needles were a step too far for him. Though to be fair Pedro did motion Mac over to the side of the room to administer the dose. I could still see it from my position. The syringe went surprisingly deep into the side on Mac’s cock. Afterwards Mac held a tissue on the injection site and sat at the computer saying “I’ll be out of action for a little bit guys”. At this point Harry pulled a few cushions under his shoulders and had lowered his ass to about 45 degrees off the couch. Finn started to tease Harry’s hole with his cock. Standing over Harry’s upturned ass, Finn spat down on Harry’s already spit-slick hole and started pushing his hard cock down to move the spit around. Harry turned to me and winked and I immediately knew what he was thinking. I turned to ask Pedro where his nearest lube was but he was a bit busy – having come round and bent Richard over beside me. Right now he was starting to finger the 40 year old’s furry hole. I remembered Harry’s own bag of tricks and found the Boot’s bag behind the couch with Harry’s clothes. I took one bottle in each hand and passed them silently to Finn and Pedro. They both smiled their thanks and opened them up. I stood watching as Finn rubbed his cock with lube and then squeezed out a blob on Harry’s hole. Pushing his cock down he started to edge the head in. Harry started groaning as Finn slowly edged a bit more and bit more of himself in. I felt my cock getting stroked and then something cold. I looked down to see Pedro prepping my cock and lining it up with Richard’s hole, and was that some white powder mixed in with the lube? Richard, eager for his coke fix, pushed back against my hard cock. I stood there and let him work his way back onto me. Only once he started an easy motion, did I start to gently respond. I’d be the opposite of Don in topping. I’m all about making the bottom comfortable and making sure there’s no trapped air if possible. I guess it comes from being vers. You know what you like in a normal fuck and most others want the same. I watched as the coke-laced lube plunged into Richards hole and disappeared after a few strokes. Pedro was watching too, and looked up to me. “Hold on tight Stuart” he said, “as soon as that kicks in Richard’s gonna be a wild ride”, and then patted my ass and walked over to Mac. I lost track of what they were doing as I just focussed on Richard’s tight hot hole enveloping my cock. The E was trickling down from my brain to my spine to my cock, and mingling with Richard’s now highly stimulated hole. Richard’s groans changed in pitch, to become deeper, more primal. He started shoving himself against me with more and more force. “Oh yeah, fuck me Stuart” he grunted out. I got into a quicker rhythm with him and raised one bent leg on the coffee table for better access. I swear I could feel how Richard was taking my cock and where his prostate was, not just from my perspective, but from his. I/we started building up the pace, smacking my hips into his increasingly sweaty meaty ass. I grabbed both hairy cheeks with my hands and felt them being grabbed as Richard. As I/we pulled almost fully back and shoved in, in increasing speed, I/we felt my cock push open our/my ring and push past to massage our/my prostate. This was fucking intense. I looked across to see Finn fucking Harry to the hilt and as Finn and I made eye-contact, he sped up to match my rhythm. This pounding went on for an age. Richard could take all I could give him. Sweat was dripping down our faces and backs, and adding lube to where we joined. Ecstasy makes you sweat gallons, so I was delighted to be passed an Irn-bru by Finn. Two of them in shot glasses. Oh right so – time for another shot of G. Richard and I stayed still, still locked together and knocked back our shots. I grimaced at the vile taste again and looked over to see Harry had already taken his. He was now pulling off his blue jockstrap and repositioning himself for Finn who was returning. I looked around for the other two, an our must have passed by now, when through the living room door come the guys, Mac sporting a massive throbbing 9 inch erection, with easily 7 inches of girth at the base. Pedro was wearing his dressing gown again and smiled at us as Mac came over and fed me his monster. “I’m just going to let the lads in”, he mentioned, and walked out.

Previously… Finn and I took turns using the douche and showering, all the while he kept trying to tease out from me, who else I had been with since earlier. There’s something strangely sweet about douching with another guy. You’re both gay so you should already be past any hang-ups with shit, but this way you both can have a frank chat about it while swapping places on the “hotseat” (the toilet). Maybe it’s one of those interactions that only ever works when high. Eventually we were both running clean, and we were fairly sure the majority of the water had gone out. Finn insisted on testing my hole with his rapidly recovering cock, and as he pulled his semi out and said “yep, all clear” we both heard the doorbell go. Right so… Finn and I grabbed two of Pedro’s towels and wrapped them around our waist. Following Finn, we made our way to the living room to see Harry wiping his mouth, sitting on the couch, and Richard in the same position – in front of the computer. Most of Harry’s clothes had been discarded at this stage and he was just wearing a bright blue jockstrap on his tight hairy body. He nodded at us and said “Pedro’s gone to the door”, and added, “I see you guys took your time!” I laughed and sat down on his right, with Finn heading out to see if Pedro needed any help. I looked to Harry and cocked an eyebrow, “everything ok babe?” I asked him. He laughed and wiped the side of his mouth again, “oh yeah, apart from a jaw ache. You definitely weren’t kidding about Pedro”. I looked at the discarded clothes, and asked “so did you guys get to fucking then?” He smiled his gorgeous smile and said “not yet, though Pedro started to finger me a bit. Thank fuck I douched before coming here.” We laughed at that – we’ve all had moments that we wished we’d douched, though I’ve found that the most forgiving guys are at sex parties (as opposed to one-on-one hook-ups). Typically they’ll quickly tell you to go back to the bathroom and accompany you in and chat to you while they wash their dick. All very breezy. Harry continued, “I was thinking I might start on a smaller cock before I let him at me. – y’know, so I can work up to him. How was Finn?” I answered honestly, “a good bit smaller than Pedro, though still substantial, about 6”, although I think it got bigger toward the end of the blowjob. I know one thing for sure – my throat still hurts” I ran my hand up and down Harry’s thigh while we continued on in this line of banter, whereupon I recommended Finn to stretch out his hole, followed by me (and with this I leaned over and let my left hand go behind him and start exploring between his hairy cheeks) then I suggested that maybe Pedro could rim him to start it all off, cause he was so good at it, when, speak of the Devil, in walked the two lads with two new lads beside them. Of the two new lads, the first had to be Mac, as he was in a towel like Finn and I. He was maybe about his late 30s, 6’6”, and had a lean runner’s build. Under his towel I thought I could see a real monster-cock swinging. He was wearing glasses, and was probably blind without them, judging by how big his eyes were through the lenses. Overall he gave off a school-teacher/civil servant vibe and definitely I wouldn’t have pegged him to be a total drug fiend, as I later found out. The other lad Don was all clad in leather – not ROB of Berlin leather or anything like that – but biker leathers – fingerless gloves, a tight fitting leather jacket and matching pants with a red stripe up the sides. He had a shaved head and a bit of an Eastern European look and was pretty well put together. He was currently chatting with Finn and Pedro while they sat down around the sofa. He and Mac came over and introduced themselves to us. Richard waved at the lads and then went back to the Gaydar chatroom saying he had one or two hopeful leads, and that the dancer wouldn’t be over till he could escape his dancer friends after the pubs closed, maybe after a nightclub. We laughed and left him back to it – some guys are all about trying to arrange the perfect sex party, rather than focus on who’s there. Still though, I knew I would be appreciating all his efforts later. Glasgow wasn’t London, it was harder here to try and arrange an orgy with guys all around the same calibre and try to convince some other lads to join. You had to put a lot of energy into getting the right group together. If you put a call out on the gaydar chatroom, you’d either end up with unsuitable lads contacting you (and I know – “what is unsuitable?” varies from group to group – in one it might be guys who are too vanilla and who’d probably bolt at the first sight of pills and powders – which Don was currently spreading out on the coffee table – in another group, “unsuitable” might be guys who are too into taking the favours and not really into the fucking – in later years I had a few “leeches” as I called ’em, in my orgies, and tended only to call them over when I’d gotten well and truly fucked up and had hidden a private stash). Anyways – I digress – Don was talking to us about how he couldn’t stay long (he had other deliveries) and had explained to Pedro and Finn how much K to snort. The blue angels were being divvied up on the table with Harry apportioning his and mine, while I ran off to the bathroom to get Finn’s bag and my wallet. The MDMA and G that Pedro had bought, was added to the pile for everyone and I was asked to get a bottle of Irn Bru (a Scottish soft drink – an acquired taste to non-natives) on my way back through the kitchen. While getting Finn’s bag I saw it was open, so I curiously poked around (I’m a nosey fucker sometimes – I won’t deny it) and saw some syringe packets. “Fuck” I thought, “better not show Harry these, or he’ll bolt”. When I brought the stuff back in, I watched Finn take his moneyclip out and then pack his bag carefully away after paying Don. While doing this, there was a good bit of eye contact between him and Pedro. Now, I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but I felt I pretty quickly got a read the situation – it looked to me like he and Pedro would be doing some harder drugs later (injecting mephedrone or something) but were good enough to not “frighten the horses” by doing them in front of everyone. Fair enough, I thought. Pedro opened up a new pack of shot glasses that had been on sideboard and Finn started making up shots of Irn Bru with droppers of G in em. Don started lecturing us a bit about the various drugs, namely Harry, Mac and me, I guess the others were old hats at them. Don’s accent was a weird mix of Glaswegian (the rougher accent) and some eastern country with harsh z’s and t’s. I found out later that he was Czech or something but had been over here for years. He continued, “alright lads, here’s the deal with G - the dose can be between 1 and 2 mls and you have to be very careful spacing out the shots. This is cause you can overdose really easily if you’re not careful. It all depends on your weight and loads of other factors. So you’ll all be taking just 1 ml per dose tonight and Finn here will be keeping the G and administering it. He knows how to time it.” Finn cut in then with “yeah and I won’t be giving anyone anything more outside of that time. So don’t even try to ask me for it. It’s a total buzzkill to have some lad overdose and be writhing around in front of everyone. Worse, if you really overdo it you could die.” Finn and Don said all this in a surprisingly calm tone but I could see Harry turn a bit pale. Don was still speaking “but like with all drugs, respect G and she’ll give you a fun ride.” Finn passed out the shot glasses for each of us except Don. Richard tore himself away from the computer and came over and joined us. I noticed we each got two. He motioned that we drink the left shot glass of Irn Bru and G and then the right one (just Irn Bru) immediately after, in order to try and get the taste out. I thought to myself “how bad can it taste?” Finn counted down “one two three” and we all knocked them back. I found my answer immediately – the stuff was easily one of the most disgusting tastes I ever had – so artificial and wrong. I’ve eaten Durian in Malaysia on a dare and this shit was nastier. I felt like I was swallowing bleach, and probably wasn’t too far wrong considering the stuff is marketed as video cleaner or something. I looked over at Harry while I quickly downed the other shot. “Fuck!” he grimaced, “I’ll never ask people “what’s your poison” again! I now know what it is – Fuckin G” As Finn was passing around the Irn-Bru bottle to the lads to get the soapy remains of the G out of their mouths, I noticed Don and Pedro chatting and walking to the hallway. I followed them and overheard Pedro say “…so stop by later if you’re free”. Don looked down at his phone, and said, “I’m pretty busy Pedro, and my boyfriend might want to meet up tomorrow. I think he wants to go hiking or some shit like that”. I walked up to Pedro and Don and “by accident” dropped my towel. “Whoops”, I smirked and turned around to pick it up. As I slowly picked it up (but didn’t put it back on) I said to Don, “dude, thanks for all the advice on the drugs,” and walking right up to face him, “and I know I’d really appreciate it if you could drop by again”. Don was transfixed looking at my smooth pale toned body. I leant in and kissed him on his thin lips. His fingerless-glove covered hands started to rub the top of my ass as he began to kiss back. Breaking our kiss, Don said admiringly, “you’ve a saucy one there Pedro”. Pedro reached over and started playing with my ass, “yeah Finn was telling me this chico’s already taken a load since mine today, and I only left him out of here three hours ago. Isn’t that right chico?” he asked, as he playfully slapped my ass. All I felt was four hands all over my ass and I was in pig heaven. Pedro got behind me and squatted down to start rimming my hole. I started groaning into my kiss with Don, once again made a quivering mess by Pedro’s superb ass-eating skills. After a while of snogging Don, he pulled back and whispered “suck my dick” as quiet as can be and started pushing my head down with one hand while the other started to unbuckle his leather pants. As my head reached his waist I was shocked as Don pulled out a very nice 7” semi hard-on with a tribal tattoo on it. I looked up and said, “fuck dude that must’ve hurt”. He smiled his thin-lipped smile at me and started whapping his cock off my cheeks to get fully hard. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, still a bit distracted by Pedro who was going hell-for-leather rimming my back passage. Don slapped his cock off of my tongue a bit and then spat down into my open mouth. Hot! He grabbed my hair and my tongue slid down his shaft. I was a bit slow to suck on him as it was my first tattooed dick and I wanted a closer look. However Don wasn’t having any of that, and literally opened my mouth with his free hand and forced me down him. He worked his cock in and out of me then fucking my mouth. I’d hear him mutter “Oh fuck”, Don whispered through gritted teeth, “oh yeah, suck it bitch”. Looking up at him he’d sneer at me and spit down on my upturned face. While this was going on Pedro was giving it loads at my ass. He was rubbing his head and whole face up my crack and then in the process of going down again, he would rapidly shake his head and stuck-out tongue from side to side. It was hot though quite distracting. I kept losing my rhythm on Don’s cock cause of Pedro’s attention to my hole. This situation went on for about 5 minutes, with Don increasing the pace, and every now and again slapping my face either with his hand or with his cock. “Fuck” I thought, “this dude plays rough” – I would later learn that Don was a card-carrying member of the very small gay BDSM scene in Glasgow. Then as he got close, he signalled to Pedro, who grabbed swapped places with Don, and fed me his long dark Spanish cock. I felt Don roughly shove one finger up me, then two, and then with no warning he shoved his spit-lubed cock all into me at once. I bucked at the rude entrance and almost bit Pedro’s cock off. “Whehdefuh” I managed to say over Pedro’s cock, which was working my sore throat. Don just smacked, no, punched, both my ass cheeks really hard (to distract from the pain of my hole I guess – it worked for five seconds) and started ramming his cock in and out. “Oh fuck yeah”, Don grunted, and quickening his pace I realised his cock was growing even more in that characteristic way just before cumming – I had obviously done a good job blowing him – or maybe he hadn’t cum in a while – I later heard his very vanilla boyfriend was completely unaware of his double lives in BDSM and in dealing and thought Don was a carpenter or some shit. With a couple more painful thrusts, I felt his cock squirt his juices inside me – once, twice, three times. Don then pulled out very unceremoniously and brought my cock around to my mouth. Don tried shoving his cock in to fit it beside Pedro’s darker one, (it thankfully didn’t work, and I thankfully don’t have stretch marks – there was no way I could fully fit those two big boys in at the same time. Pedro’s cock simply got pushed out). Don said, “clean it bitch” and remembering Harry’s remark earlier, I also felt so happy I took the time to douche. It’s just I’m not really into licking my own crap off anyone’s cock. This was hot though – just my ass juices and Don’s cum. As I spit-polished his knob, I looked up to see Don give Pedro a little twisted white paper baggy (the ones made of cigarette-rolly wrappers) and say “this is for your bitch – for a job well done”. Then pulling his cock out and stuffing it back into his leathers, he pulled me by my hair up to standing, and kissed me. “Good job bitch”, he whispered and then spat in my mouth. With that he turned and left. I stood there a bit dazed, ass dripping, face covered in spit, looking over at Pedro who was grinning. Pedro chuckled and said, “well chico, I guess you left a good impression with Don!” I heard a slow clap from the hall and looked over to the doorway where Mick and Finn were looking at us, both jacking their cocks under their towels. Mick piped up, “looks like we’ve an early contender for the biggest slut of the party”. I laughed and wiped my face and said “lads, you’ve no idea just how slutty I can get!” Finn laughed and said, “well, the slut gauntlet has now been thrown!” I started to walk toward them and suddenly wobbled. Pedro caught my arm and looked me over with a smile, and then asked, “was that Don or is it the G?” It was the G. And oh fuck, it was hitting me. Suddenly I felt hornier than ever, and a rush of heat spread across my body. I staggered again and looked at Pedro and laughed. He answered his own question. “It’s the G so”, he concluded, “well, let’s get you back into the living room” and leaning heavily on him I walked back in. As I was walking back in I said to the lads, “well my thinking with Don was, I can’t let a guy I haven’t fucked before, leave a sex party unfucked. I mean”, and I paused for a quick breath, before exclaiming to all and sundry, “I am that fuckin’ kid in the sweetshop. I want to try all the flavours. All the dick! Nothing turns me on more than a bit of strange*”. And then I looked at Pedro and Finn, both who I’d already fucked before, and added quickly “and groupsex – that’s the other thing, oh, and sex on drugs too, oh and dealers. I love to fuck me a dealer. Oh and I still haven’t told you about the load I got today…” *Strange is a term we use here to describe “dick or pussy you haven’t had before” – like the joke goes “If a guy could take four things to a desert island what would they be? Food, Shelter, Pussy and Strange Pussy” As I was babbling on, we got back into the living room to see Harry still in his blue jock strap smoking a newly rolled joint. Harry was the best joint roller I knew and could knock up a killer spliff in 30 seconds flat and they were always consistently good – they never fell apart and they always burned evenly. He was looking over Richard’s shoulder at the computer screen. Richard had one hand on the mouse and with his other hand he was fingering Harry. Harry looked up at us and said “what kept ya lads?” grinning his wicked fuckin grin at us. I sauntered over and nabbed the joint from him (I’m never one to miss an opportunity) and asked “are ya feeling the G yet Harry?” Harry looked thoughtful and replied, “I think so, I mean, I feel all drunk and slutty, but that could be just me”. We both laughed a riot at that and dropping my towel, I took his head in my hands and kissed him full on the mouth – a big old snog. Breaking off, I said, “I feel fucking brilliant, and I’ve still to tell ye all about the ride I got since I left Pedro’s” Cajoling Richard off the computer wasn’t too hard and I lead him and Harry back to the couch where the others were. It was one of those big L-shaped sets, so there was enough room for all of us. I walked around the coffee table to face the line-up of the party. On my left was Finn sitting on the separable footrest, passing out blue pills from the goody tray, some diamond shaped and some with angels on them (no prizes for guessing what they were!). Directly in front of me was Mac with an open towel jacking his massive (and still a bit soft) cock. I guessed the G was working on him too. Harry was at my “1 O’ Clock” sitting in the corner join and reaching over to give Mac a helping hand. Then on my right, Pedro and Richard were sitting on the main part of the couch. Pedro was pouring Irn Bru for people to knock their pills back with. Richard was still in shirt and pants looking back anxiously at the computer. After I took my pills (2 E and a Viagra) I said to the group, “so lads, I’m gathering you all around to hear the tale of “Stuart’s many loads” which I believe will help pass the time while we wait for the V and E to kick in” This got a chuckle out of them. I continued “as I believe ye all know, I only met this fine man here”, indicating at Pedro before I went on, “…today through an old fuck buddy Andrew. He was meant to be riding him today, but his bad luck at having to cover a double shift at the restaurant meant my wonderful luck at meeting him. Today. At 4pm. When he gave me the royal-est of royal fuckings” The boys were all listening now. Harry and Mack had slowed down their jacking and Richard wasn’t looking back to the computer anymore – Oh wait no, he had his phone out! I rolled my eyes at Richard, who had the decency to put it away. I detailed how I met Pedro, and how Pedro had been waiting for me. Finn and Mac both laughed out loud as I described the whole door-ajar thing – he’d obviously done it before. When I was describing that Pedro didn’t want me to rim him – a small detail I thought, Pedro chimed in and said “Well chico, the thing is…” and he paused and leaned backward with his dressing gown falling open to expose his glorious golden body. His rose tattooed pec was glistening and taut as he used his hands behind himself to push his crotch out over the edge of his couch. As he lifted his legs in the air, Pedro kept unwavering eye-contact with me. He licked his fingers and brought them down to his own dark brown hole, that was now shunted into view. As everyone’s attention was transfixed on Pedro’s digits circling his own hole, he continued, “…I learned all my rimming skills from the motherfucking king of rimming, and I only get rimmed by people who’ve learned from him”. Harry snorted into some Irn Bru he was drinking and said “there’s a Mister Miyagi of rimming??” and tried to do a Mister Miyagi “Rim on… Rim off” quote, but kept breaking into laughter. Pedro scooted back into his seat, having proven his point and after Harry stopped giggling about Mister Miyagi, I continued. I next described the coke-fucking and how Pedro had promised me I’d be sober by 7pm – many chuckles were had there too (the lying bastard!). After this I described my race through the east-end to my new house, my brief meet-up with my friend Bill (Richard asked me if he was bi and up for fun. I let him down gently) and my tea with the landlords downstairs, and how hot they were. I had the lads (even Richard) on the edge of their seats now (though not like Pedro five minutes before). I told them how when I got to the bedroom, Blair and Davie cornered me about being high as a kite holding one of Pedro’s spliffs. I took a breath. There was no chatter now. They were hanging on my every word. Pedro broke the silence and said “Aw chico, had I known I was gonna get you in trouble…” I cut him off, “no no Pedro, I was just thinking, I need two volunteers for the next bit to show you exactly what happened.” I should interject at this point to tell you I can become a bit of a bossy bastard while high – getting guys to roleplay really in-depth scenes, and so on. So unsurprisingly I grabbed Mac and made him kneel on the main couch beside Richard, and asked Richard to copy Mac’s pose. I basically got the two lads to recreate how Blair and Davie had been in front of me. Of course at this point they (Blair and Davie) had been asking me to recreate what I had done with Pedro, so it was all getting a bit too “meta” as we’d say, like Andy Warhol’s bean cans, but fuck it, I powered on). I recounted how I had been wearing clothes, but thought “go balls deep or go home” and had stripped naked and knelt in front of my new landlords. As I said this I also acted it out by kneeling in front of Richard and Mac. The two were grinning from ear-to-ear as I unzipped Richards pants to pull out his dripping-precum and rock-hard 7” cock. I took Richard’s cock in my mouth and stroked Mac’s thick juicy semi. Richard’s cock smelled and tasted of lavender soap (which was the showergel in the main bathroom) and fit snugly in my mouth. There was a lovely velvety head of foreskin on it too to play around with and the pre-cum was clear and not-to-sweet – Fuck I feel like I was a food critic the way I just described Richard’s cock! It was lovely, let’s leave it at that! I was enjoying Richard’s cock so much I had to look up at all the guys motioning for me to say what happened next before I reluctantly pulled back off him to continue the tale. At this point I guided Richard slowly down off the couch as I narrated to the guys that this was when Davie came around to help me blow Blair. I took the spliff from Pedro as I told them the two lads had passed me down a spliff at this stage (and if keeping artistic integrity meant I hopped the line of lads waiting for a toke, then so be it!) Getting Richard to help me suck Mac was a great idea cause there was an awful lot more of Mac than there was of Blair, and I wasn’t looking forward to breaking my jaw on it alone. We lapped at his heavy monster – he was close to Pedro’s length, but he also had a lot more girth. A huge amount more! With that monster, I could understand him not being fully erect – I jokingly thought he could die of blood loss if it ever happened (he didn’t as it turned out later). Richard and I were passionately kissing over, around and sometimes without Mac’s cock. I was really getting into telling the guys what to do and so had whispered to each of them their next roles as I unbuttoned Richard’s shirt. Richard had shucked off the rest of his clothes and was squatting on the balls of his feet beside me, erect dick sticking out a perfect 90 degree angle.. I turned to go down on his leaking cock again when I felt Mac’s hand on my head. He recited Blair’s accusations like I told him to, and force-fucked my head down on Richard’s cock. As he talked about fucking me and “Davie” needing to prepare me, Richard’s turned me around and bent to start to rim me. At this point I looked up at the couch see the lads were moving to sit side by side with a clear view of my ass. Harry took Finn’s and Pedro’s cocks in his hand and started pumping them. And then I felt it. I knew who the Mr. Miyagi of rimming was. Richard – you glorious bastard you! Words fail me here guys. I'll always, years later, wish I had kept Richard's number. We stayed in contact for a year or so after this and met up a few times, but then cause of relationships and jobs we drifted apart. I really wish I could have gotten my later boyfriends to have a threesome with Richard just to know his fucking secret. The man should teach classes. I groaned something incomprehensible and Pedro looked me in the eyes and we had that instant flash of communication. He knew I knew. I knew he knew I knew. He knew... you get it. I burbled and said "fuck it the rest of the story was..." I trailed off as Richard, unassuming Richard, restarted a fresh assault on my asshole. I tried again "...I mean, the rest can wait..." I descended into a babbling mess again. Richard was forcefully shoving my asscheeks open and was doing something - I fucking don't know what - but something to my sphincter with the side of his tongue. The thing about his rimmming style was it wasn't about quantity or force, he was all about subtlety and knowing the perfect pleasure buttons to press and showing me new ways to take in sensations from my ass. I arched my back and looked up at Harry. He was sucking on Finn's cock while Pedro was pushing his fingers in to circle his hole. He gave me a quizzical look as he raised a leg to give Pedro better access - he later said he was at first a bit baffled at my change in tone, but then I seemingly (I don't remember this part) just said "Mister Miyagi", "Mist-er, fuck-ing, Mi-ya-gi!" and then made an oooooh sound and descended back into gibberish. Richard - if you ever read this - come find me dude. After an indefinite period of pure rimming pleasure, I noticed that as I thrashed around in response to Richard I loved every muscle movement I was making. I started to feel even more energetic, I closed my eyes and squinted, and each time I squinted it seemed like I was releasing little squirts of pleasure into my brain. The pleasure was building and building like going up a rollercoaster. The Blue Angels had me and I was coming up.

Once sucked a guy i met on a beach when on vacation. Halfway thru the bj I was giving I noticed someone nearby watching me. Once guy #1 came and fed me his load, #2 the observer stepped up and I began to suck him. Then I noticed a couple of guys nearby watching and waiting their turn. I ended up sucking off nine guys one after the other, two of the guys I sucked twice for a total calmed count of 11. I could've kept going but I ran out of guys. All were uncut, 5-7" and about 20-35 years old--I was about 40 at the time. Everyone had a huge load, most I kept sucking on until they went soft and pulled out of my mouth. I still miss that night and wish to repeat the scene again.

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 X As I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and took a sip, I could hear more groans coming from the living room. I was always proud of myself when I was able to keep Drew from almost immediately rebounding from the sheer punishment he had learned to crave. Normally he would already be begging for more, but I could tell that having to hold in his orgasm while he had been so close to the edge had sapped a lot of energy from him. I filed away that information so I could create even more grueling sessions for him next time, but for now at least he had earned his reward. As I stood in front of the open fridge I could feel the heat and sweat pulled from my body by the cold air. I felt the coat of fluids on my cock and balls drying out and enjoyed the buzz of satisfaction from having savaged and injected two holes tonight. Unlike the fuck machine moaning on my living room floor, I needed a little downtime before I would be ready to go again. I had prepared for the long weekend ahead of me, but I knew I had to pace myself so I could remain in control, especially when I was breaking in a new fuck toy like the slab of meat passed out upstairs. After a minute I closed the fridge and walked back out to the living room. Drew was still lying on his back, but was trying to remove the shirt tangled around his arms and neck. I loved the sight of his compact and muscular upper body as he twisted his limbs to finally free himself, like a magician trying to escape from a straight jacket. He was also kicking his legs to try and get off the clumped jeans that had been my impromptu restraints as I savaged his hole. Our sweat had soaked through his clothing, making it stick to his skin as he tried to pull them from his overheated body. His still throbbing cock had left a trail of slime past his belly button and across his abs as his whole body flexed. I could tell from experience that he was still very close to the edge. Once his cock had been roused it wouldn’t go down until he had shot his poisoned load. Whenever I would deny Drew, it would shake and flex in desperation to get release. I considered it my personal mission to make that its natural state. Finally, as he pulled the ruined shirt over his head and kicked the jeans off his feet, he collapsed back down onto the floor, finally nude and coated in fluids. I knew that even laying still his battered hole and prostate would be throbbing in tune with the pulse flowing through his cock, sending aching signals up to his rewired brain. When he finally opened his eyes and focused on me, I could see the disbelief at how collected and composed I was compared to the state he was in. As I smirked at his amazement, his eyes were once more drawn down to my deflated cock which had slightly hardened from watching his toned body twist and contort. I could see the hunger in his eyes, but knew I was in no state at the moment to satisfy it. Snapping my fingers, his beautiful blue eyes quickly shot back up to my face as the last of the fog cleared from his brain. “I thought I told you to go upstairs, unless of course you aren’t interested in meeting my new cum slut.” An involuntary flex of his cock caused a fresh bead of precum to squeeze out of his slit as his breathing increased and his eyes quickly turned back to the stairs. As I strode past him he quickly got up and followed me up the stairs to the bedroom. I entered the room and found my muscle stud sprawled across the bed just as I had left him, still passed out from the torture and ecstasy he had endured earlier. The only difference was that during the time I had spent downstairs teaching Drew a lesson, the drugs had time to take full effect, and his overworked cock had been forced back into a painfully hard erection. The contrast between his throbbing cock and his limp body exposed the truth of how easily he had been conquered. Both Drew and I knew that his insatiable dick was the cause of his downfall, and that we would continue to hijack it to completely break the rest of his body and mind. I sat down in a chair facing the bed and began to nurse the cold beer I had brought. After taking a swig, I quietly nodded to Drew and gave him silent permission to finally have his turn with my latest prey. Drew approached the bed and drank in the sight of the stud passed out on it. I could tell that Drew approved as another flex of his groin caused his shaft to bob in the air. Even more precum joined the rest of the slick coat that covered his huge pole and dripped over his balls. He slowly climbed onto the bed, spreading his weight out between his hands and legs, and stalked towards his exhausted prey. He almost looked like a spider traveling across his web, perfectly placing his limbs on the invisible strands and leaving his victim completely unaware of his approach. Once he was behind him, he reached past the unconscious hunk and took one of my pillows. I watched as he pulled off the pillow case and tossed the cushion off the bed. Drew grasped the wrists of my slut and gently pulled them behind his massive torso to the small of his back. He took the soft fabric and slowly but firmly bound his wrists, giving a final sharp tug to make sure the bonds were coiled tight. Normally my new fucktoy would have been able to easily shred his way out of these restraints, but I knew the agony of the long hours when I had battered and abused his body in the basement while all his bulk hung unnaturally on his twisted limbs meant that now he would be as feeble as sacrificial lamb in the hands of Drew. Even though he was still out cold, the sore aches covering his body felt every small strain Drew made preparing him for his feast and caused more deep moans of pain. Drew eased the stud over onto his back with this arms now firmly trapped beneath his body. I could hear Drew beginning to breathe harder and harder while his nostrils flared like a bull preparing to gore his prize. It had been over a month since I had let him fuck anyone, that whole time spent surrounded everyday by over a dozen other hard and brawny firefighters all working, sleeping, playing, sweating and showering together, making Drew frenzied with unfulfilled desire of all the pure testosterone around him. Letting his beautiful cock go untouched for so long seemed like a crime against nature, but I knew that it only intensified his need to plunge deep inside a quivering, unwilling hole and pump load after load of his dirty seed inside. Once Drew was crouched between his legs, he slowly grabbed the bikers’ ankles and began to push them up into the air. Still motionless on his back and unaware of the new danger, my biker began to groan even more as futile warnings of pain tried to force their way into his brain. But they were still too weak to penetrate his complete exhaustion. With slow inevitability, Drew maneuvered his prey until his ankles were resting gently over Drew's shoulders. Drew pressed his hands behind the knees and began to fold the legs back down until his prey was folded completely in half, with his feet dangling straight up above him in the air and his ass lifted completely off the bed. The bikers stiff cock was now pointing down across his compressed stomach to the bottom of his chest and aimed towards his face, and I had to smile at the sight. I could imagine how many holes that massive rod had forced its way into and dumped shot after shot of boiling cum, only to end up throbbing totally useless across his broken body in complete neglect. As his ruined hole became completely exposed, I could still see a ring of my dirty seed oozing past the red and inflamed lips that were just barely managing to stay closed. I heard Drew draw in a sharp breath as he finally saw his prize and his own huge cock throbbed even harder with desire. Rising slowly off of his knees on to the balls of his feet, Drew leaned over his prey and maneuvered his huge cock until it was directly over the battered hole. He moved steadily until the head of his cock was gently kissing the lips of his prey’s ass, smearing the outside of the battered hole in a fresh glaze of loaded precum. He froze, his body locked in position straight as a board, with all of his body weight balanced between the hands holding his prey’s legs behind the knees and the balls of his feet extended out behind him. He remained motionless, savoring the conquest that his prey had absolutely no way of stopping the brutal mauling he was about to endure. I could see his shaft throb in desperation to have anything stimulate it and push it over the edge to his long denied orgasm. Suddenly, his entire body seemed to tense and flex like an unleashed bow, and he slammed down his 10 inches of steel, burying it to the hilt as his bare balls slapped against the violated hole. I saw the limp body below him shudder from the force of the impact traveled through him like an unstoppable wave and grind his shoulders into the mattress. Drew's bloated cock ripped into the defenseless ass and only the fact that he was unconscious saved his tortured ring from being torn open. The slick coat of precum on his cock mixed with my venom that was already smeared inside him and let him plunge deeper and wider than I had ever been able to go. As Drew's pelvis slammed into his prey, the slut's eyes shot open and his mouth gaped with a silent scream, unable to breathe from the avalanche of agony that crashed through him and caused every muscle in his body to spasm as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning. His pain clouded eyes locked onto Drew's that were staring down mercilessly at him only inches above his face. From my vantage point I watched his ruined ring spasm around Drew's buried shaft like a dying animal trying to escape from the fang sunk deep into his flesh. As if jerked from a string, I saw both of the orbs in Drew's sack yank up against the base of his shaft and a torrid of toxic cum blasted from his balls. Drew's own ruined asshole began to convulse over and over, pushing out a fresh stream of blood and dirty cum past his ring. His massive cock pulsed with the same rapid beat, stretching and flexing with each jet of boiling venom injected deep inside his prey. Drew grunted over and over as he poisoned the broken demi-god beneath him while riding a wave of ecstasy. After over a dozen shots had been pumped and flooded past his still trembling ring, my cumdump finally took a shuddering wheeze and began to try and thrash away from Drew. But even in the throws of pure pleasure, Drew fingers dug deep into his huge legs, keeping a grip as firm as iron as all of his weight pressed down and held him bent in half. The already ruined muscles of the biker turned what would have been a titanic battle of perfect studs into a sack of quivering flesh beneath Drew's rigid and sweaty body. The futile spasms weakened by the second under Drew's unflinching stare as he seemed to mesmerize his prey with those hard blue eyes. Finally, everything was still and time seemed to stretch as Drew's cruel and handsome face was burned into the new poz cumslut's exhausted and broken mind. True to form, Drew's rod had remained as stiff as steel even as it bathed inside a pool of pure heat in the ruined hole. Then, Drew began to slowly pull his hips back into the air, and from the depths of my bikers body his cock slowly slid out like a branch being pulled from thick mud. The taunt ring of the biker's ass was dragged up like a tent on his pole from the friction of flesh on flesh. I saw his red and puffy ring ripple and dance over each engorged vein on Drew's dick as it relentlessly rose from the depths of his cunt, sucking up a fresh coat of filthy cum along with it. On and on the shaft seemed to rise, and I began to wonder how Drew had plunged all of it so deep inside his body. At last, the bottom of Drew's swollen glands ground up against the inside of his sphincter, and with a jolt like an anchor catching on a reef Drew's massive cock jerked to a stop. After making his whore whimper in terrible anticipation, Drew's cock plunged back down to the hilt, meeting no resistance from my biker's submitting hole as his balls made a wet slap against the bloody cum forced out around his plunging shaft, only to rise back up and then plunge over and over again to the music of pain-laced squeals. I settled back to enjoy the rest of the show as a trickle of blood began to pump back into my well used cock. Note: Definitely looking like it's going to take more than one extra chapter. Lucky you guys.

At this point of the day, all three of us were bred with poz cum, and all was right with the world. I finally was bred by my hot boyfriend, by his poz support group buddy, and by another charged guy in the bathhouse. We left the dark room and headed downstairs for a shower and a Jacuzzi. It was good to take a break with Brad and Justin for a couple minutes. Brad said, "Rik, you still have all those poz loads in you?" "Yeah," I replied, "Gonna try and hold them in for a while." Brad asked, "Are you gonna be OK if you convert to being poz?" Justin joked, "I know of a good support group, if you need it!" I laughed, "We might need to call them up and have them stop by to breed me!" Brad and Justin looked at each other and smiled. Justin said with a wink, "We need to convert your boy. I'll start calling the support group guys and get them over here!" With that, they high-fived each other. Brad leaned over and gave me a kiss and said, "I want to help you get pozzed so we can cum in each other from now on. We'll get some newly converted guys to breed you." I said, "Yeah, I want that. I want two boyfriends so we can breed each other all the time." Justin said, "I need you guys too. We need to swap strains forever!" Brad and Justin looked behind me and both smiled. Brad said quietly, "Here we go..." My back was towards the Jacuzzi steps, so I didn't see who was getting in with us, but I caught his backside as he passed by to take a seat. He was tall like Brad, probably 6'5", lean, dark hairy legs and not much of a butt (which is fine with me). He sat across from me and took my breath away. He had a sexy hairy chest and had some scruff on his face. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I hear you're neg and want to get pozzed, is that right?" He didn't make any attempt to keep it quiet, and in fact said it loud enough for the other guys in the area to hear. My face went three shades of red. This was another defining moment for me. Either I'm in or I'm out. "Yeah" I said softly. Tall, dark and handsome said, "I didn't hear what you said, say it again." "Yes." "Yes, what?" It was time to own what I want. "I'm neg and I'm taking poz cum today. I want to be pozzed." I said it loud enough for him and most of the first floor to hear. My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Tall, dark and handsome just smiled back at me. "I like that. Have you taken any loads yet?" "A couple," I said. "I pointed to Brad and Justin.”They bred me a couple hours ago." Tall, dark and handsome said, "That's hot. I have a high viral load, so if you want some of this, I'm in 215." The then stood up and showed me his rock hard uncut 9" cock that was pointing up to one of the sexiest biohazard tattoos I've never seen. He reached over to tweak my nipples and I grabbed his poz cock and felt his low-hangers. All I could say was "Oh yeah, I need that!" With that, he walked out of the Jacuzzi, dried off and left. Justin said "Well, that was hot!" "Oh my god," said Brad. "He's smokin' hot ... And it sounds like he'll help get the job done." I said, "Let's dry off and take a walk." We dried off and got new towels again. Well, Brad and Justin got towels. They said I needed to be naked for the rest of the day. And I was OK with that. At the front desk, I noticed a magic marker laying on a clipboard. I had an idea. I asked the attendant, "Can I write something down real quick? I'll give it right back." He handed it under the window and went back to checking in people. Both Brad and Justin looked at me wondering what the fuck I was up to. I grabbed Justin and gave him a big sloppy kiss, and did the same to Justin. I presented the marker and said, "Write on me. Let guys see what we're doing." It was like instant Viagra. All three of us were rock hard at the idea. Brad turned me around and drew an arrow from my mid-back pointing down to my asshole. He handed the marker to Justin. "That's all you got? That's lame" said Justin. I felt Justin writing stuff all over my backside. I had no idea what he was doing, but my precum was oozing all over. "There, that's how you do it." Justin said, handing it back to Brad. Brad said, "Turn around" and started writing on me. They both had big smiles and were really getting into this. He wrote on my pecs, abs, down to my pubes and cock. He stood up to admire his work and Justin nodded his head in approval. They high-fived each other and then Justin gave the marker back to the attendant. Justin said, "Let's go back upstairs, we can get other guys to write oh him more if we need to." My balls were aching at this point, I really needed to blow my load, but it wasn't time yet. I don't think there was anyone in the building that didn't know my story earlier, but they sure do now. As we walked the halls, guys would give me a look and then give me a nod. There were two black guys in the hallway talking as we walked up. One of them looked at me and said, "Rik - the Neg bugchaser?" Brad answered for me and said, "Yeah, we're filling him up with charged loads ... Rik, bend over and show him your hole!" Right there in front of anyone walking by, I bent over and spread my asscheeks. Both black guys rubbed their hands over my ass. One of them slid a finger inside my hole and said to his friend, "he's loose already." He went from one finger to two fingers to four fingers very quickly. I moaned, "OH fuck yeah, that feels great! Feel my cunt!" My cock was drooling precum at both the humiliation and how slutty I was becoming. Justin said, "We're in 213 if you want more of this slut." The guy slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I felt cum ooze out and run down my legs. We continued our walk, making sure guys saw us walking around with hard-ons and my freshly inked advertising written on me. When Brad saw someone in a room, or when we would pass someone in the hallway, he said "213," making sure guys knew our room number. We turned the corner and coming our direction was Dave and Bruce, two guys from 24 Hour Fitness. Brad and I have known them from the gym for a long time. I didn't plan on seeing anyone I know here today. They both stopped and stared at me, while reading what was written on my body. Dave said, "What's up with this? What are you guys doing?" Justin said, "Isn't it apparent? We're pozzing him up!" Brad reached behind me and slipped a couple fingers up my hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and how hot it was. I looked at them and said, "I need a charged load up my hole." Dave and Bruce just replied, "Oh!" and kept on walking. I'm not sure whose world was rocked more, theirs or mine. I suppose those gossip queens will be talking this up on Monday at the gym, since they know everyone in town. We got back to the room and I finally got a look at what my poz boyfriends wrote on me. Reading backwards I could read "poz me" "cumslut" "neg4poz" and I had no idea what Justin did on my backside. Didn't care - just glad that the two most important guys in my life are getting me gifted. I laid on the mattress on my back as we got settled. Brad left the door open and then turned to me. "Let's get you some poisoned cum" he said. Justin straddled my head and lowered his cock into my mouth. Brad raised my legs up and handed them to Justin. Brad then slid his poz cock up my cummy hole. He worked in and out slowly, not trying to cum, but trying to attract breeders. I heard Justin say, "You want to breed our boyfriend? Leave the door open and fuck him." I felt some hands feeling up my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling my abs and my cock and balls. Brad said, "He needs poz cum. Can you help him out?" "Yeah, I can charge him up" was all I heard before I felt a huge cock slam up my hole. Justin pulled out of my mouth so I could see my new breeder. He was one of the black guys we saw in the hallway, and clearly I missed seeing his huge cock when me met earlier. My new breeder said, "My buddy won't let me fuck him ... and the way your hole felt, I knew I had to poz you." Just then his buddy walked in and asked, "Can I watch?" Justin asked, "Do you want to fuck his face while your buddy breeds this cumdump?" With no hesitation, he climbed up and fed me his uncut cock. Justin took this opportunity to feel up the guy in my mouth, as I knew Brad was feeling up the guy who was in my asshole. I could hear the other guys in the room jacking their lubed cocks as they watched me get bred. It was hot knowing everyone there knew what I'm chasing. I heard the guy fucking my mouth say to Justin, "Yeah, rub your cock on my asshole ... I'm close." Justin said, "If you don't blow your load down his throat, I'm going to breed you!" Brad took Justin's cue and said to the guy fucking me, "Feel my cock against your hole? My precum is getting you all wet. I might have to breed you too!" "Breed him, Justin" "Yeah, you breed yours "Brad" Neither of my poz boyfriends had a chance to slide inside, because the nasty poz chat had the black guys all worked up. The guy fucking me yelled, "Here I go, bitch! I'm cumming up your hole!" The guy in my mouth said "Fuck! Here I go too!" Simultaneously, I got huge loads that must have been saved up for days. The guy still in my ass said, "I haven't fucked a neg guy since I converted. I love that." These hot guys creamed both of my holes. I swallowed up as much as I could, but some escaped onto my face. My asshole was leaking like crazy, but it felt amazing. Both guys pulled out and gave me a couple pats on my ass, and then they walked out. Brad and Justin sat on the bed next to me and said, "That was hot, but he needs more poz cum." They both bent down to give me a three-way kiss so the three of us could make out. I couldn't love these two more than I did right then. While we were making out, I felt a new hand rub my ass. I moaned softly and opened my legs to our new guest without looking. Brad and Justin silently checked the guy out and then returned to making out. The guy playing with my ass had three fingers up my hole and was working up to four. "Fuck that feels good" I said to Justin and Brad. "He's making my hole feel great." The boys whispered words of encouragement to relax my hole, that I need to open it up. I felt his fingers work in and out of my hole, and felt him tuck his thumb in with his other four fingers. "Yeah, open up for me," our new guest said. "I’m here to give you the fuck-flu!" It was Tall, Dark and Handsome.

(This is a long one. Once I started writing it I couldn't stop. You'll understand why.) Part III I put the case of beers down on the couch next to him and got back down on my knees between his legs with my hands clasped behind my back. Once I was back where I belonged he reached over and took the first beer out of the pack. Using his bare hands, he flexed his huge arms for a second and the cap popped off the bottle instantly with a hiss of escaping air. He kept his eyes on my as he took the bottle to his lips and took his first swig. He washed it around his mouth as he enjoyed the first refreshing taste of his favorite drink, then finally swallowed in one gulp. “Mmm. Just how I like it.” He brought the beer up for another mouthful and quickly gulped it down. I watched his adam’s apple bob up as he drank it and let me eyes dart down from his neck to his crotch before quickly returning back to his face. He smiled again and gave a small laugh. “Looks like you can’t wait to get started, bitch.” He reached up with his free hand and wrapped it around the back of my head. I could feel the strength in his arm as he slowly pushed my willing head down into his crotch and began grinding himself against my face. “You’re lucky I am ready to get serviced. It’s been a long day and I don’t feel like making you wait for this as long as a dog like you deserves.” I took in his smell with deep breathes as I felt the heat of his hand pushing me in harder mixing with the heat coming from his rapidly hardening cock inside his jeans. I heard him take another deep draft from the bottle as he groaned with the pleasure of a satisfied man. Inside his jeans I felt the monster stirring with life as my mouth and nose were dragged back and forth over his covered cock. I could almost hear the fabric stretching and creaking like an iceberg as the heat continued to spread into his massive tool. I knew that soon the monster would be awake, and that it would begin to start making his decisions for him. He downed the rest of his beer and tossed the empty bottle on the couch next to his helmet. Moving his hand from the back of my head, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head up to look me in the face. I was breathing heavily and felt another leak of precum come out in my pants. My own cock was getting uncomfortably hard inside the tight jeans, but I knew there was nothing I could do to adjust it without getting punished by him. He smiled as he saw how worked up I was becoming without being able to relieve myself. He liked seeing me in discomfort, unable to help myself as I became dedicated to servicing his needs over mine. “Looks like things are getting tight down there. We can’t have that, can we? Take off my jeans, boy. Now.” I moved my hands quickly up and unhooked the first button. As I worked, he reached over to grab another beer and repeated his display of power by easily popping off the second bottle cap. His upper body was a ripple of muscles under his tight shirt as he brought the beer to his mouth and took another drink, watching me all the while. I had a hard time focusing on his pants with that kind of display going on above me, and I knew he liked the overpowering feelings he was producing in me. Everything was going exactly as he expected. I finished with the buttons and grabbed his jeans on the sides with both hands. He slowly lifted his ass off the couch, and again I paused as I saw the muscles in his stomach clench into a display of perfection. I knew this was a man who could fuck someone’s brains out from any position he pleased for as long as he wanted. He reached over with his free hand and slapped me not so gently on the side of my head. “Hurry up, bitch!” I quickly pulled the jeans past his ass cheeks of solid muscle and down to his large quads. He settled back down on the edge of the couch and I began the difficult process of working his jeans slowly down the rest of his legs. He was wearing black boxer briefs that were working overtime to keep the massive bulge of his cock pressed against his body. I could tell that even just barely hard, they were already losing the battle. He must have had a six inch log of a dick even when he was fully soft, and things were already well past that point. I watched the mound throb as more and more blood began collected in his snake with each passing heartbeat as the restriction of his jeans had finally been removed. As I tried to move his jeans further down his legs, it seems to hit a snag every time I came across another knot of muscles. He has a perfect covering of light blond hair that went all the way down his legs, and it turned golden at times. It took me a long time to finally get those jeans down before he finally lifted his feet and let me slip them off completely. My gaze travelled up his muscular legs back to his crotch where his dick had begun to tent against the tight briefs. Again he reached out with his massive hand and forced my head back down into his thinly veiled crotch. “Put your hands back behind you and get my cock hard and wet.” The heavenly smell was almost overpowering now as my nose was mashed back up against his cock, and I used my tongue to bathe the massive ridge that was forming inside his briefs. The stink was even stronger down near his balls, which looked huge even between his massive legs. I licked up and down the fabric surrounding his shaft, drooling with desire as I tried to lick and taste as much of him as I could. He let me work myself back and forth and coax his huge cock to full mast while he slowly finished his second beer. As he tossed aside his second beer, I wasn’t sure if the viagra was starting to kick in or if he was able to get his massive dick hard so fast without it, but it worked for me regardless. I knew his huge cock would remain rock hard all night, and that he had that much less blood in his system to use for his brain. He finally grabbed my hair and pulled my head up a second time to stare me in the face. I was sweating and panting from the heat of being pushed down into his crotch, surrounded by muscles and skin radiating heat. There was drool covering face all the way from my nose to the bottom of my chin, and he saw exactly what he wanted to see in my dilated eyes as I panted heavily. He knew he was in total control, and that I would do whatever he wanted immediately. Keeping hold of my head, he said, “Take off the briefs and get to work you filthy cock hound.” I reached up and dug my hands into the tight waistband of his briefs and began trying to peel back his snug briefs. They were so tight I ending up having to pull them straight down since there was no way they would stretch enough to release his massive cock without hooking on it. As I pulled them down more and more, his cock began to bend down with it like someone was pulling on the branch of a tree. His blond bush came into view, along with a blast of heat and scent as the prison door for his cock was finally being opened. I had to pause and take a long drag as I was overwhelmed by that blast of pure testosterone and sex. Still holding my head in place with one hand, he reached over with his other hand and slapped me out of my bliss. “You aren’t done yet, slut. I’m not going to tell you again.” I started pulling again and the stem of his dick was revealed sprouting out of his bush as the rest of his dick was being dragged down with the briefs. More and more of his perfect dick became visible as the briefs went lower and lower. It felt like it was taking forever to free this python from its cage as it went on and on. Finally, the pressure built up to the breaking point, and his cock snapped past his descending waistband to swing over like a falling tree and slap against his lower stomach. He kept a firm grip on my hair as I involuntarily drifted towards his freed monster. I had to stretch my arms and back to get the briefs down off his legs while he kept my head locked in place. Finally naked from the waist down, he kept holding me above his cock with both hands and began to flex it like was doing pushups. As he did this, I saw beads of precum building up on the tip of his slit, and his foreskin pulled back further and further. The huge head on top of his 10 inch dick was emerging like some kind of sped up timelapse of a growing mushroom, as more and more precum continued to collect and then drip down onto his white shirt. “Now you’re going to take all of that, bitch, and you are going to choke on it until you pass out or I finish using you.” He released my head and I quickly leaned forward and began licking the nectar from his cockhead. I engulfed his cock and then pulled it straight up so I could get it deeper in my mouth. It was straight as an arrow, and it throbbed with heat as it invaded my mouth. I could feel the softness of his skin like it was silk, and underneath that silk I felt the steel of his stem that forced its way closer and closer to the back of my mouth. As I dove down and feasted on his dick, he reached over for his third beer and again moved to pop the cap. He paused as he focused on the bottle, and had to take an extra second to move his fingers into the right position. Then, with another surge of muscles the cap flew off and joined the others. I slowly kept working my mouth deeper and deeper down his cock, trying to get my mouth accommodated to his huge girth and length. I doubt it would have been easy even if I could unhinge my jaw he was so big. My drool started to coat his sword all the way past his balls, but no matter how hard I tried his blond bush seemed unreachable. Between swigs he would reach down up with both hands and force me on his cock. He would get it right to top of my throat and I would gag as my body tried to futilely rear away, only to have my head remain locked between his powerful hands. I somehow managed to keep my hands behind my back as he did this again and again, stopping only to get another mouthful of beer. I was slowly working my way further and further down his shaft, but this monster seemed unending. As he finished his third beer, he dropped it next to the others and then again grabbed my head. Forcing my head up slightly to make me look at his eyes, my mouth still wrapped around his oozing dickhead, he said “Time to take it all bitch. I don’t care if you are ready or not.” I was already out of breath, but we both knew that nothing was going to stop him getting what he wanted now that he had made up his mind. Grabbing my ears he forced me down as far as I had been able to work and then began to push down with his hands while simultaneously lifting his waist. I could feel his dick forcing its way past all resistance like a juggernaut as he pushed his slime covered cock deeper and deeper into my throat. My nose finally sunk deep into his bush, but his dick was lodged so far down my throat I was unable to breathe. He groaned as he bottomed out his gigantic rod in its new hot and wet home, and then began flexing it inside my esophagus. “Mmm, that feels great, fuckhole. You better get used to this because I’m going to spend a lot of time parked right here this weekend.” As he held me there longer and longer, I began to feel a burning sensation building up in my lungs. Instinct caused me to start trying to pull off of his baseball bat of a cock to free up my airway for more oxygen, but I saw the muscles in his arms and chest flex and hold my head like it was in a vice. From the fixed point of my head, the rest of my body started to spasm, and my hands finally came forward and tried to grab on to the top of his giant legs. I tried to push off his body by using his legs as leverage, but underneath my hands they clumped like braided steel wire and he lunged his hips forward even more, grinding my nose flat into his brush and probing the back of my throat even deeper. He tossed his head back and groaned as I was forced to look up at this demigod of tensed muscles as his cock choked the life and resistance out of me, second by agonizing second. My legs and arms started to shake as he looked back down at me, breathing hard and swift with exhilaration as he used his body to dominate me. He felt the pure power of being able to take me to the brink, and that we both knew that there was nothing that I could do to stop him. More precum pumped down my throat as he broke down the final walls of any resistance that I had left. As my twitching got more and more feeble and my body was forced to become a tool for his whims he looked back down at me and stared into my bulging eyes and said, “I own you, slut. Never forget that I will use you for whatever gets me off, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.” I stopped fighting and went limp, and he basked in my total surrender. Finally, he let go of my head and I fell like a ragdoll to the ground, gasping for air with a horrible sound. I hacked and coughed between breathes, trying to clear my throat of all the slime he had pushed in there with his cock. He laughed as I lay at his feet, and then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and began to peel it off of his chest and over his head. Even as I lay there, I was forced to watch as he lifted his arms above his head as he finished removing his shirt. Finally revealed in his full glory, I began getting enough air inside my lungs as I looked upon this blond statue of sculpted muscle and golden skin. With his 10 inch dick jutting out straight, hard, and covered in my spit, he completed his final step of showing me how he was my better than me in all things, and that I was privileged to be used by him and his magnificent dick. As I finished coughing, my throat raw and my lungs finally heaving less for air, he swayed slightly then leaned back on the couch and grabbed his fourth beer. He attempted to open the bottle, but his hands had trouble getting a good grip on the cap. Slightly frustrated, he had to carefully place his hands and felt like it took more strength than usual to finally force the cap of the beer loose. Figuring that it was the alcohol, he took a deep draft and downed half the bottle before pulling it away from his lips. Everything was going his way this evening, and the cock slave had finally been broken in. Now was the time to get drunk and enjoy using his slave long and hard all night. Looking down at me with reddening eyes, he said “Get back to work on my dick, cocksucker. You’re going to swallow everything I give you.” I crawled back between the pillars of his legs and used my arms to steady myself on them. I took hold of his glistening cock and pulled it away from his stomach to get it back inside my aching mouth. He closed his eyes as I began to lick and bob up and down his shaft, using one hand to pump the root and the other to pull and twist on his heavy and loaded balls. He began slowly thrusting his hips up and down as finished off his fourth beer in another quick gulp and settled back to be serviced. I kept using my tongue to probe his slit and fish out his sweet precum as it continued to flow like a slow lava fountain. I alternated between bobbing up and down and then flicking his sensitive frenulum and cap. My hands began roaming up his abdomen and sliding along his washboard abs as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He groaned and continued to thrust his lower body higher and higher as I slowly took him closer and closer to heaven. I knew his body was slowly absorbing my special ingredients, and that his body was also releasing natural hormones that combined to make him more and more drowsy. After a couple minutes of steadily working him closer and closer to orgasm, I kept careful watch on him to make sure I tracked his body’s responses to my stimulation. I didn’t want him to cum yet, but he was almost exactly where I wanted him to be. As I brought him down from another slow buildup, he opened his eyes and reached for his fifth beer. Seeing how much difficulty he was having focusing on getting the bottle, I reached over and took the sixth bottle and removed the cap before putting it in his hand. He put down the unopened bottle and smiled. “Glad to see you are learning so fast. Keep it up and I’ll treat you to a reward.” I smiled on the inside as the bottle connected with his lips and he began to drink. My hands moved back to his chest and then latched onto his nipples, which caused a moan to come out around the bottle as he arched his chest forward. His body was almost completely relaxed as he lowered the bottle and rested his head back with his eyes closed. I could feel his body starting to respond to all the pinching and twisting that I was placing on all of his sensitive points as I exploited his body, and I continued to slowly suck and drink his leaking sap. After slowly finishing his fifth beer and dropping his hand to the couch, the bottle slipped out of his hand. I reached up and fondled his powerful biceps. He kept his eyes closed and had stopped thrusting his hips as the different drugs slowly built up more and more in his system. His cock remained rock hard as the Viagra and my mouth and tongue kept probing his mushroom head and urethra between my deep up and down strokes. As I edged him closer and closer, he began moaning as the sensations hitting his foggy brain overpowered any thoughts besides cumming. The strength in his body was fading fast, and I kept sucking all of his strength slowly and steadily out of his throbbing shaft as it pulsed slowly to his heartbeat. He began rolling his head as I manipulated his body to keep him flooded with pleasure, and slowly I began to work faster on his cock and twisted his nipples harder. His arms had fallen to rest on the couch, and he didn’t even try to open his eyes anymore. I took him near to the brink and then held him there while fresh precum pushed out with every throb as he moaned. I wanted to enjoy the taste of him while I could. I drank his clear sap from his slit like it was a fine wine, because I knew that this would be the last time that anyone ever tasted his pure seed again. As I swallowed more and more of his delicious precum, I felt my own sap leaking in a steady flow. I could feel my hard cock pushing down the leg of my jeans like a pipe that had sprung a leak, and the river had flowed all the way down my leg to my knee. I knew I had to finish this soon or else I would lose control, and the prey was so close to being subdued. I moved my arms to put his thighs between under my armpits, and I moved my hands up to his biceps. I stopped teasing his mushroom and dove down on his slick shaft hard, moving with increasing speed. His body, covered in sweat from being pulled, fondled, and edged, began to slowly squirm as the inevitable climax approached. I moved my hands down his arms, over the wet skin and damp hair, all the way to his wrists. I grabbed both wrists and clamped them down to the couch, holding them firm. He tried with feeble strength to move his arms and legs, but they lacked the strength to break from my iron grip. As his balls pulled up, he arched his back up and began panting with ecstasy. He was offering his cock to me like a sacrifice, a slave to his overloaded senses, and I consumed his offering. I could feel his cock begin to twitch as his cum flooded up his urethra. He thrashed on the couch like a manacled prisoner as surge after surge of his sweet, clean nectar was devoured by my mouth. I kept siphoning each thick blast, constantly working his cock as I demanded more and more. Even as he finally fell back twitching to the couch, I continued to assault his defenseless cock with my tongue and lips, drawing weaker and weaker spurts of cum. I swallowed his delicious seed, and nursed his sensitive mushroom to get as much of his juice as possible. A high pitch moan escaped from his gaping mouth as I mercilessly worked him while he tried to squirm away until the last drop of cum had been extracted from his slick staff. Finally satisfied, I lifted my head from his cock and it slapped against his stomach in defeat. Freed from the painful pleasure on his overworked cock, he went limp on the couch and took a deep shuddering breath. The drugs and alcohol combined with the massive surge of hormones released with his orgasm to push him past the point of half-awake pleasure and deep into unconsciousness. I got up slowly and took the keys to his motorcycle out of his discarded pants. I put on his shirt and drank up the smell of his musk on it. As I unlocked and opened the front door to move his motorcycle off the street and into the garage, I paused and turned around to look at back at my prey. He lay naked and limp on the couch, his head lolling to the side with a small stream of spit dripping out of his open mouth. He was covered in a pure sheen of sweat from head to toe, and his glazed cock was still laying rock hard across his stomach in surrender, lifting futilely with each beat of his heart. His blond hair was dark and wet with perspiration. His arms and legs were splayed out and motionless, completely defenseless. Even passed out, his muscles stood out with beautiful definition. I smiled as I remembered when he first came into my trap. He could never have imagined how far he would fall, and he couldn’t even comprehend how much lower I was going to take him. I closed the door behind me with a loud thud, and back in the living room he didn’t even twitch.

Part II I heard footsteps coming up towards the front door. Even though he had never been here before, the door opened without even a knock and he came to a stop just inside the house. He looked down across the room at me and watched without saying a word, simply holding eye contact. The front door was wide open behind him, and I knew he would remain there as long as it took for me to break eye contact. He was good, using the anxiety of someone happening to walk by and see this compromising scene to establish his dominance by making me look away first. I indulged him, and my eyes darted to the door before looking back at him, and he broke into a smile as he enjoyed his first step in taking control. He was definitely taller than me at 6 foot 3 inches and was built like a statue. His beautiful dark blond hair that was cut high and tight but looked like it had a few weeks growth to give it some body. The hair on top of him was slightly tousled from wearing his helmet, but it still looked like he was about to walk out of a damned Calvin Klein poster. I knew that it would be just long enough for me to grab on to, but I stored that away for later. He had light blue eyes that naturally drew your gaze, and he was clean shaven. When I saw his perfect smile I felt my abs involuntarily contract with desire which caused my dick to flex and another surge of precum to flow out of my slit. Luckily because of the tight fit of the old jeans and of my current position on my knees, I was able to stop more blood from draining into my cock. This handsome fucker was causing my body to betray me with a dozen different signals, and I knew that he was picking up on all of them as he just stood there. He slowly looked me up and down, and I knew I was being reviewed like a cut of meat at the supermarket. I take good care of myself, and at an even 6 feet I cut a decent figure myself. I had a runner’s build, but I also spent time building up my upper body. I liked having a lean balance to my frame, but we both knew it would do nothing to stop him from doing whatever he wished with me. His eyes finally travelled down and saw the wet patch next to my crotch that had slowly soaked through, and he gave a deep chuckle. “That’s what I like to see, a bitch in heat and on its knees.” As he finally turned around to close the door, I was able to drink in the rest of him. He had his helmet in one hand, but was wearing a tight white cotton shirt that was fitting him like a tailored glove. Nothing was left to the imagination, from his washboard abs to his pecs and large nipples. He had a strong neck with huge shoulders muscles. His arms were covered in a soft blond fuzz that almost seemed invisible in the right light, and I doubt I could wrap both my hands around one of his upper arms. He was wearing dark blue jeans with no belt and brown construction boots. I immediately had an image of him on his motorcycle zooming past people on the freeway, with a backdraft of wind somehow managing to get up under his shirt and show everyone his perfect stomach and back, causing people to swerve in traffic as they stared in lust. This was definitely a man who knew exactly what he was. He used it to dominate and control those who would give him what he wanted and were powerless to stop him. As he pushed the door closed, he turned back to face me while keeping one hand on the door handle. Looking straight into me with a smirk, he slowly moved his hand to the lock and dragged it into place with a clank. “I’m going to enjoy myself this weekend.” I looked right back at him with wide eyes while on the inside I returned the same smirk. The predator had trapped his prey. As he began walking over to me he casually looked around the house. I knew he liked what he saw, and I knew that in his mind he already owned this house and could use everything inside as he saw fit, including me. He came to a stop in front of me, towering above as he looked down. His crotch was inches from my face, but I didn’t dare move or break eye contact. He wanted to make sure I knew my proper place was on my knees in front of him, and that I everything was about him alone in this situation. I could finally catch his natural body odor, along with the heavy smell from his junk. My nostrils flared as I tried to suck in as much of it as possible, but still I didn’t move. Looking up at his body as his hard blue eyes bored into me, I knew exactly why this man always got what he wanted. Above the hills and valleys of perfectly sculpted muscle was that beautiful face looking down and judging. He saw my nostrils flare and again that perfect smile returned. I knew he would have punished me for pushing my head forward to get a heavy dose of his manly stink, and was satisfied that I was aware that any enjoyment I got this evening would be a byproduct of being able to serve a demigod. He tossed his helmet past me onto the couch. He asked, “Did you get what I ordered?” I responded, “Yes sir, it’s chilled and in the fridge. Would you like some, sir?” I had been told to buy him his brew of choice and to stock the fridge full of them. We were going to have a long weekend, and he didn’t want to have to leave the house. “Take off my boots first.” He sat down on the couch and I turned around on my knees and started unlacing his heavy boots. I took the chance to feel up his calf muscles as I lifted each leg to remove the boot, and felt the hard steel through the jeans. I could feel the weight of the muscle, bone, and the boot and could feel the coiled power emanating even from his lower legs. Still more precum oozed out and made my wet patch slowly bigger. He streched his arms out across the back of the couch and chose to allow me to cop a feel of what was to come while I completed my task. I eased each foot out of its boot and sock and could smell his odor rising with the heat from his bare skin. Something about this man made me love everything that he was giving, and he knew it. Before he would let me go any further, he pulled his feet out of my hands and put them back on the ground. “Now you can get the beer. Bring me a six-pack, and get back on your knees.” I quickly got up and headed towards the kitchen. I could feel his eyes following me, down my shoulders to my lower back, all the way to where my but cheeks were poking out above the waistband of my old jeans. He knew he could claim his territory whenever he wanted, but didn’t feel the need to rush what would be a long weekend. I went around the corner and grabbed the beer case out of the fridge. I paused to check and make sure I had the correct pack. Unknown to him, I had prepared a few extra ingredients of my own when I was purchasing him his booze. I had laced each bottle with a small amount of viagra and rohypnol, and then taken full advantage of my bottling machine in the garage to reseal my personal brew. I kept the amounts small so it would have a cumulative effect over the course of the evening. I didn’t want to arouse his suspicions with a single drink. I would be patient and continue to drag him deeper and deeper, while he continued to feel like he was more and more in control. I came back into the living to find him still stretched out with his feet spread, arms draped across the couch, and his head resting back with his eyes closed. Every muscle on him seemed to be on full display, and he hadn’t even taken off any clothes. I stood there and held my breath as I took in the sight. Eyes still closed, he smiled as he knew exactly what effect he was having. “Hurry up and get over here, bitch. You’re going to be working late tonight and you’ve already given me some ideas.” I smiled as I came up and handed him his beers before getting back on my knees in front of him. We both had different ideas of how this weekend was going to go. I knew he wasn’t going to enjoy mine.

6. Jason I walked out of Nathan's place in a daze, still not quite believing everything I had done over the past two days. Forty-eight hours ago, I had been exclusively a top. Since then, I had gotten fucked repeatedly. I had taken six, maybe seven unprotected loads in my ass. And each of those loads was from a man who was proudly, openly, HIV-positive. Walking towards my apartment, I was acutely aware of how sore I was from all the fucking. But, despite the soreness, all I could think about was getting another cock up there, and the pleasure another load of cream filling me up. Each time I imagined some passer-by penetrating me, I could feel my cock twitch in joy and anticipation. Although, at the same time, my brain screamed what a stupid idea getting fucked raw was. I knew that the past few days were going to be a life-changing period. I had seen all of the pills that Nathan took. I knew that they would be my future as well if I kept on this path, this path of being a bareback bottom to HIV-positive men. It was a scary thought. But it was also an exciting thought. Between scenes in the movies I had done, the bottoms were always talking about what they had done the previous night or the last weekend. Their stories were of countless nights in bath houses, at endless sex parties, and non-stop cruising in parks or online. They had the freedom to hook up with any man they wanted and to explore their darkest sexual needs and hottest sexual fantasies. Sometimes, they would arrive on set with cum already dripping out of their holes. It was a world I had always felt cut off from, unwilling or afraid to take those necessary first steps. But there was a door to that world now open, and I had already taken that first, dangerous step. A few more days, and the door would shut behind me. It might have shut already. And I didn't mind at all. While I was thinking about what I had done and what I wanted to do next, I got to my small studio apartment. I went in long enough to pack a bag from the gym, then went to work out. Early on a Friday morning, the gym was fairly quiet. I spent a good two hours working on my chest, abs and arms, ending with some intense cardio. By the end of my workout, I could tell I clearly hadn't showered in a while: a sweaty funk tinged with all the smells of sex was enveloping my body. I noticed several guys take a good look at me as I walked by, knowing exactly how that smell had developed and what it meant. After my workout, I headed into the lockers and steam room there. I was going to be sore later from the workout and hoped that relaxing in the steam would take care of that. When I walked in, it seemed like I was the only one in there; the dense steam blocked my sight. I put down my towel, and leaned back. I closed my eyes, and let my mind drift. It didn't take long before I was thinking about Nathan again. Clearly, he had been dominating my thoughts recently. This morning, even as tired as I was from the workout, I found myself thinking about the sex with Nathan. How right it felt to be down on my knees in front of him, sucking on his cock. Or how wonderful it felt when he slid his hard manhood into my hole. Unlike earlier in the day, I didn't have the same fear about him being near me, being inside me. I wasn't worried about him changing my life. All I thought about was just the simple pleasure at being able to be so close and intimate with a man like him. A poz man like him. My cock was responding to my fevered imagination, starting to stiffen and grow. I was glad I was alone and hidden in the thick steam. I let my hand drift down and start to stroke my cock. It didn't take much more than a few strokes before I was rock hard. Seemingly on its own, my other hand dropped down as well, and went between my legs. I started to finger my hole. It was still a bit sore from all the energetic and intense fucks Nathan had given me over the past two days. But despite the soreness, it felt good to be playing with it. I had found a new part of my body that gave me pleasure, and I knew I hadn't yet explored everything that I could do with it. I felt some of Nathan's cum starting to drip out. I tried my best to push it back into my hole. I didn't want to loose a single drop of his precious, deadly sperm. My cock was responding eagerly to my explorations, dripping pre-cum. I wanted so badly to get off right there, in the gym steam room. When I shot my load, I would be thinking about having Nathan's hard dick pounding my my ass deep. Unfortunately, I knew that I needed to save my load for the next morning and the video shoot. Reluctantly, my hand dropped away from my hole, and I leaned back again. I closed my eyes once more. I must have been more tired than I realized, because quickly I was dozing a bit. The warmth of the steam and the occasional hiss of the steam room lulled me to sleep. I woke up with a start when someone suddenly covered my head with a towel. I tried to pull it off my face, but it was being held in place from behind me. "Don't try, faggot," someone whispered into my ear. I tried to open my mouth to say something, and a towel got jammed in, which kept me from saying anything, or even making any noise. "Just relax, and you'll come out more or less unharmed," the voice in my ear continued. "It's pretty obvious you're turned by this." Another hand slapped my cock. Despite the fear tumbling across my body, my cock was still rock hard, bouncing joyfully against my flat abs. I suddenly realized that the hand which had slapped my cock had to be someone other than the man who was holding the towel and whispering in my ear. It meant there were at least two people in the steam room with me. I must have been sleeping soundly to have not heard them enter the steam room. I wondered how long they had been watching me and if my erection had been obvious. "Pretty fucking horny, aren't you boy?" the other person said, slapping my cock again. With my mouth full of towel, I could only grunt. With his other hand, he grabbed my balls. He pulled on them and squeezed them hard. I wanted to gasp, but the towel kept me from any audible reaction. "Young, dumb, and definitely full of cum," he said. He let go of my balls and they returned to position, only a slight dull ache remaining. Bu he didn't move his hand, instead pushing between my legs, where he found my hole. "Fuck man," he said. "The faggot is dripping cum already." He pushed a finger into my hole. It slid in easily, lubricated by a mixture of sweat, some remaining lube, and mostly Nathan's cum. "Bet he wants real men's spooge up there, doesn't he?" the guy asked. The man holding the towel over my head laughed. "You saw him staring at everyone's crotch in the weight room. You know he can't get enough." My legs were forced apart, and my most private parts were left totally exposed to these two strangers. "Go ahead," the one behind me said. "Fuck him." I tried my best to tell them no, but I was gagged and could do little more than moan. I also tried to close my legs as well, but one of the men had gotten between my legs and held them open. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh, seeking out my hole. So far, only Nathan had been inside of me. And now I was going to get fucked by a complete stranger. No, better to say I was going to be raped by a total stranger. I had no clue what he looked like. I tried to remember who else had been in the weight room with me. But even as his cock was pushing against my asshole, I was drawing a complete blank. I tried my best to keep him from entering me, squirming and shifting as best I would. But with two men holding me down, my efforts were useless. I was too exhausted from the workout and my ass was far too tired to resist the penetration. Even worse, I wanted this stranger to be inside of me. Once the stranger entered me, I'd be a cock-hungry bottom. Nathan had just whetted my pent-up appetite Between the stranger's force, and my pleasure-seeking brain, resistance was futile. The stranger's cock forced its way into my hole, and got deep into my body. It was clear he wasn't wearing a rubber; there was nothing between him and me. Where the rawness had made me feel closer and more connected to Nathan, here, the lack of protection made me feel just more exposed and vulnerable. He was taking something from me, and I was still ambivalent about giving it to him. Even as I was thinking about ways to escape the situation, my body had other ideas. My ass was opening up and let the stranger get his raw cock deep into me. Even though it was hard to admit it, I was enjoying the feeling of his bare shaft sliding into me. I couldn't fault him. He was just behaving the way that almost every male would act if he could. He was making sure that his seed was spread into as many holes as possible. Even though he was forcing himself on me, forcing his hard cock into my hole, it felt almost wrong to deny this man his pleasure. "The slut loves it," he said, as his balls slapped against my ass cheeks. He wasn't as big as Nathan, which definitely helped me take his fuckstick. "How many guys bred you last night? Your nasty ass is dripping cum." He was probably about seven inches long, and not too thick. But he had a fat mushroom head on that shaft. I could feel it sliding back and forth in my hole. "But don't worry. I'm gonna make sure I get every drop of my spunk deep in you." He slammed his cock into my hole, making sure I knew who was doing the fucking and who was getting fucked. "You're gonna love this hole," my top said to his friend. "Fucking sloppy cunt." "How many guys nailed your hole last night?" the guy behind me asked. "Three? Five? Seven? Or did you even keep track, slut?" Even if I had wanted to answer, I still had the towel in my mouth. It kept me from saying anything more coherent than a grunt. "You must have enjoyed it," he said. "Your cock is still hard as a rock. Didn't get a chance to get off?" I wanted to reach down and play with my shaft. But, I wasn't sure if these two men would let me jerk myself. And, of course, there was the shoot tomorrow. I tried to grab my cock, but the man fucking me slapped my hand out of the way. "Not yet, faggot. You're not going to cum before we do." I didn't try to fight them. I was tired from the workout, and had been sweating ever since I got into the steam room. I had no idea of the strength of the two guys, and I wasn't going to risk trying to fight them. Besides, my body was definitely enjoying the fuck. Mentally, I was a turmoil of emotions. I was embarrassed that I was enjoying this, and still felt violated. My cock was hard as a cock, dripping precum, and I was squeezing my ass around the stranger's shaft, trying to milk out a load of his precious cum. "Hurry up man, shoot your load," the guy behind me said. "I don't want to fuck a loose hole." "Relax man," my fucker said. "He's still plenty tight. You'll get your chance soon enough." The guy fucking me sped up his strokes, pushing his cock in ever deeper. I could feel him get harder, and knew he was getting close. I couldn't believe I was letting a total stranger fuck me, or that I was letting it happen in such a public location. Even more incredibly, he was about to shoot inside me. Forty-eight hours ago, I hadn't ever let a guy put his cock inside of me, much less shoot his load. Now I was forced to admit that I wanted a total stranger to breed my hole. "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum," the guy pounding my hole said. "You gonna take my load, faggot?" he asked me. I could only grunt in response, but I nodded my head yes. "Ha," he laughed. "That wasn't a question. You have no choice." It wasn't something I had even thought about it. I couldn't imagine asking him shoot anywhere but inside of me. I hated the thought of even this stranger pulling out of me and wasting his jizz. "Damn faggot. You have a hot, hungry hole," he said, slamming his cock into me. Deep in my ass, I could feel his fat mushroom head swell, and the hot semen spray my guts. "Fuck faggot, take my load," he grunted. His hips pushed up against my ass, forcing his load deeper into my hole. There was another grunt from him followed by another jet of cum into me. "Take it, man." he grunted. "Breeding him good?" the other guy asked. "Get his hole nice and slick for me," he said, egging on the guy fucking me. The top didn't need much encouragement, thrusting his cock back into my hole and still shooting thick jets of sperm into me. His balls were full and I lost track of how many thrusts it was before he started to fade. "He's a bit runny," he said, as he slowed down his thrusts, letting his cock finally relax, and slide out of my hole. "But that's the way you seem to like it," the man said. He worked his cock out of my hole, sliding out an inch, then pushing back in a half inch. I could feel all of the accumulated jizz, from both him and Nathan sloshing around inside me. His efforts in making sure the cum didn't all come running out of my hole and stayed inside of me seemed like a small gift of pleasure. "Damn man, Don't need any lube to get inside of him," the guy behind me said. The man who had just fucked me finally got his cock out of me. Even after his best efforts to keep the semen in me, some ran out; I could feel the warm, sticky fluid against my ass. "You know it," he said. Behind me, the guy tied the towel tight, making sure my head stayed covered. In a quick move, the two men traded positions. The man who had just fucked me was now behind me, holding onto my head. He leaned down, his mouth next to my ear. "You better be ready for another cock." Between my legs, the other guy was already lining up his cock, rubbing it up against my crack and getting just enough cum on it to lubricate it. "Not that you have much choice," he said, his hand holding my head in place to re-enforce the powerlessness of my situation. The other guy's cockhead was poking against my hole, and I was still hard as a rock. All I wanted was another hard penis inside me. I shifted my hips just enough for his head to slide in. "Damn, faggot. You want it bad, don't you?" he asked. He finished what I had started, and forced his cock into me. His cock was surprisingly thin. Even his cock head wasn't that thick. It felt like two fingers were sliding into me. But, what he might have lacked in girth, he more than made up in length. I kept on expecting to feel his balls slap against my ass, but instead, there was just inch after endless inch of cock sliding into my hole. He knew he was longer than the average man, and took his time. Still, when nine inches of his shaft was inside me, it was clear he was venturing into virgin territory. I gasped involuntarily, as his cock slid way past where Nathan and the first unknown man had been able to inject their mancream. "Not lubed as deep as you need, huh faggot?" the new guy asked me. He just slowed down only slightly, pulling out a bit and forcing some sperm into me. It seemed to just barely lubricate the virgin part of my ass. "That should be enough jizz up there, faggot," he said. It was now my job to get used to his cock. I took a deep breath, and focused on his cock, his invasion of my ass. It had turned into a snake inside of me, long and thin, its head exploring new parts of my body. As he forced it into me, I wondered if his snake venom would be poisonous. I knew that it wouldn't matter much to me: eventually it had to be bite and squirt its venom inside of me. Whether he was charged up or not wasn't a choice I had. "You need more cum up that hungry hole of yours," the guy behind me said. I nodded my head in agreement, although I knew he didn't care about my opinion. My latest fucker continued to force his thin cock ever deeper into me. Perhaps because of the thinness of his shaft or because of my ass, he was rock hard. Finally, after shoving seemingly a foot of cock into me, I felt his balls hit my ass cheeks. I was well and truly being fucked, impaled on this stranger's hard snake. I relaxed, adjusting to the new cock inside of me. Despite the length, it didn't take long for me to enjoy it. But, I was glad he had length, not girth as well. His thrusts in and out pushed the accumulated cum up into the deepest reaches of my hole, and I was soon good and lubricated. As I leaned back and started to enjoy the fuck, I realized that he was only the third man to get in my ass. My emotions cycled between feeling violated and wanting every millimeter of his cock in my hole. If he asked me right then if he wanted me to continue, I wouldn't be able to say no. Further, I was pushing up against his cock, with every stroke, trying to get it in deeper. My ass was squeezed tight around his cock, milking out every drop of his pre-cum and working on milking out his hot load. I would have to tell Nathan about what happened. But I had no idea how he would react. I knew that he was cool with other guys fucking me: at least those that he had selected. But I wasn't sure if I could just go out and get fucked. And this was something else, not quite rape, but not quite sex of my own choosing. But my cock knew what it wanted. It was hard as a rock, and I had to admit, I was enjoying the nailing I was getting. "Fuck faggot," the guy now holding the towel said. "Your cock is dripping pre-cum. You must be really enjoying this." I could feel my cock throbbing, and I wanted desperately to reach down and stroke it. But I knew that I wouldn't be allowed to get the release I so craved. Even if I was allowed, I still wanted to save my load for the bottom that Thomas had planned for me tomorrow. I suddenly understood the need a bottom felt for cum. I wanted this stranger to breed me. I needed it. And I knew I had to give the bottom tomorrow the same forceful gift of sperm. I remembered that a bottom once told me how much he hated to see cum get wasted, and only now did I have a visceral understanding of the emotions involved. Even from these faceless, unknown strangers, I needed them to shoot their semen inside of me. Even as I was lost in my own thoughts of sex, the top hadn't stopped forcing his cock into my hole. I might have been worried about the epistemological meaning of a man shooting his load into my unprotected ass, but this top had no such concerns. He was focused on his own pleasure. His only knowledge was his deep, animal urges to spread his DNA to as many holes as possible. That required him get off inside of me. He didn't try to draw out the experience: after a few more minutes of fucking, his breaths got shallow, and his cock got even harder. I could tell he had rubbed most of the jizz into my ass; It didn't seem like he pre-cummed much. Suddenly, he grunted, once more shoved his cock in deep, and spurted the first of his load into my ass. "Yeah, breed his hole," the guy behind me said, egging his friend on. "Breed him full of your potent jizz." I gasped when I heard "breed" and "potent." Did it mean that the stranger fucking me now was poz as well? Nathan had been fucking his poz cum into me for the past few days, but that was different. I was Nathan's cum, Nathan's virus. It was something I wanted. I hadn't thought I would be taking other men's cum, other men's poz cum this soon. Men I didn't know, and men I couldn't see. Or that I would be taking poz cum in a situation like this, where I was vulnerable and naive. But still I hadn't struggled against his seeding me. His orgasm wasn't too long. Both of them were aware of how public the steam room was, and how vulnerable they were. But as he slid his softening cock out of my ass, I knew that despite the short orgasm, he had pumped a big load of sperm up there. I was going to be nursing a well-fucked hole for the rest of the day. "You good?" his friend asked him. "Fuck yeah," the guy said. "Balls drained." He got out from between my legs, and I guess stood up. The guy behind me spoke to me. "So, Jason. We know about you. Just relax for a few minutes in here." I felt a pit in my stomach. They knew my name. It was my real name, not my porn name. They probably knew a lot more about me. I wondered if they had even planned this. The tension on the towel released but it remained draped over my head. The two of them walked away: the door opened, and then closed. I was once again alone in the steam room. A bit of semen was dripping from my hole, and there was the scent of men, the scent of sex in the humid, steamy fog. I just sat there for a moment, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened to me. I still couldn't decide if I had been raped. I had never told them no, although I had been gagged. I hadn't fought against it. But I felt violated, like they had taken something from me that I hadn't wanted to give them. And I'd never get it back now. Still, I was struggling not to touch my hard cock, to shoot a thick load. I knew when I next jerked off, I'd alternate between imagining Nathan in me, and imagining these two strangers inside of me. I'd try to put a body and a face to each cock and each voice. I pulled the towel off my head. The towel was one of the ones supplied by the gym and gave no hint to the owners. I ran my finger along my crack. It was a little tender from the several poundings I had gotten that morning. It was a little slick from the lube and cum. I wiped off the sperm with one of the towels they had left and then threw it into the corner. I didn't care that I was getting rid of evidence. I would never tell anyone in an authority position what had happened. At most I might tell Nathan about it. I knew that I wanted all the semen to stay inside of me: Nathan's cum, and the two strangers' seed. This, I wanted more than anything else at that moment. I headed out of the steam room. The locker room was empty, and there was no trace of the two men who had just fucked me. I dressed quickly, and headed back to my apartment.

Fine, you like treating men like women then. And a certain kind of woman (obviously not the liberated feminist type). I can see the attraction to that. You still get to conform more closely to male roles. Your masculinity isn't quite as threatened. You get to introduce a little romance. You can even answer the question if some straight guy asks you, "So which one's the woman?" But frankly, your description of what you like to do in your post read like a Harlequin romance. Personally, I've never seen the point of treating other guys like women or effeminacy or submission or any kind of gay relationship that doesn't celebrate the masculine nature of all of the participants. But then again, I've kind of dove into this whole homosexuality thing whole hog, which means that I like all parties involved to be aggressive and masculine and all that stuff. And that's not everyone's thing, and that's cool. De gustibus non disputandum.

Tell you what also turns me off...the whole concept of "being of service" or "servicing a cock"....Jesus Christ I have a cock too...I don't "service" anyone. I will suck it a mouth and go nuts on it cos I love sucking cock! But I am not in your service. You know what, I might just be going neurotic from lack of coffee or whatever...but the concept of figuratively being someone's "boy" or coming around to "service" anything just grates on just about every fibre of my being a fucking man. (You can tell I've had a few want me to "be of service" lately can't ya? lol...the same guy/s refuse to blow me "because they like to be in control"...fuck me...it's a blow job not a slave trade ship and I wouldn't have made more it like I am here, had the implication from them not been so damn clear that some how, in some screwed up way...sucking cock means I'm being submissive. WTF How about it just means I'm gay and like to suck cock? :-) ....end of rant.

I agree with you, and I wonder if it's an attitude more common in vers guys than total tops/bottoms. Now and then I can enjoy getting into a 'sub' mode, but don't assume that is going to be a given. It's my ass, and my choice of when/how I give it up and what I let you do with it. Some times I may be a more aggressive bottom, other times I might be more submissive - and the act of submission can actually be rather empowering. But don't assume you can just make me your bitch and that my pleasure is inconsequential. Sex should be about mutual pleasure between people - either that be physical, mental or emotional. If I'm not getting pleasure out of the situation - then it wont be lasting much longer. If that makes me a bad bottom, then I'd consider you a bad top - and we best just avoid hooking up to avoid wasting each-others time.

"Gentler connection", you say? The time I was "raped" started out as a relaxed group sex setting that escalated to a "fuck frenzy" with one fucker after another brutally plowin' my ass and throat. I had no control over what happened. I was held down at first because I resisted initially. Once I accepted that I was powerless, and I was gonna have to just push through the super-rough manhandling--yeah, there was pain--I was more able to tolerate the working over I was getting. Yeah, it was raw, unbridled sex but it was more about sucking every last ounce of control from me and being completely dominated. I was truly in fear because of the "mob mentally" atmosphere. Afterwards, cum leaked from my destroyed pucker for hours and bruises showed up on various parts of my body the next few days. Aching muscles too from being stretched, pulled, and jerked around like a useless piece of shit. I was later told that at least 16 or 17 cocks had raped my throat and ass and there was no way to count the number of loads that had white-washed my insides. Only after some time had passed was I able to appreciate how smokin' hot the rape was. Wish I had been able to feel that way when it was happening. If you can make your "victim" feel fear and being totally controlled, you've succeeded. Yeah, I shed tears at one point at the height of being abused. So fuckin'-what . . . I was scared to death and that's how I know I was raped. Reliving the rape as I write this is even hotter knowing that some of you reading this are rock-hard and leaking pre-cum if you haven't already stroked out a load. Jesus-fuckin'-Christ, no wonder I LOVE men!!!

yeah, agree with everything above, and also wanna say that spit should be the only lube...not only is it fucking hot to hear a guy hocking spit onto your hole before he drives in, but real lube ruins the taste of a cock when the top pulls out and feeds you his dick to clean off...i LOVE ATM here, but hate finding the taste of lube on it...i want cum and my ass juices mixed, that's it.

I love it when a guy spits into my open mouth ... it gets me so hot. especially love it when he does it as he is fucking me.

Totaly love spit and all body fluids. I can blow almost too quickly when my partner and I spit at each other while fucking.

Love spit. spit in my ear as I am getting pounded. Sucking his face with his tongue deep in my mouth while I get fucked. love the sound of spit when we are sucking cock. Yeah, love spit.