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All similarity between characters and real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are fictional and at or above the age of consent for any/all sexual acts included here in. If you're not interested in bb sex, drug use or straight boys first time being creamed, then please tell me why you are here and not reading a biography of Susan B Anthony or learning underwater Basket weaving? Synopses: In part 1, Rhett recalls the first time he partied and had gay sex. From meeting an older man named Dave at a local park bathroom, to slowly coming around to the idea of partying, to letting a dealer named Aaron convince him to try it. Once he found how much he liked it, he tried staying away, but before long he was back at it and enjoying it more than ever. Teenage TempTaTion Part Two: Dealing in TempTaTion Jump forward a few years to present day, and you’d barely recognize me as the same guy. In the interim I graduated from school, took a few years of classes at the local community college, dropped out, went to work for the family business and rented a small house just outside of town. When I’m not working for my Dad’s handyman business, I am a part-time dealer of crystal to the college and high school kids, as well as an occasional fag from online. Since my job being Mr. fix-it requires me to drive around town at all hours in a white truck emblazoned with my company’s logo and contact info, I am practically invisible to the local PD. Never once have I been stopped, unless it involved some cop asking me how to caulk his bathtub or refinish a table or something. With my tall Midwestern good looks, big cut talented cock, and ability to supply all sorts of goods I enjoy a little fame with the young peeps in town. Being a stud dealer has made me tons of friends, both gay and straight. Since I only party once every blue moon, Aaron has entrusted me with finding new distributers, and testing them to be sure they won’t just smoke, snort or shoot all the stuff they’re supposed to sell. Testing requires getting the new people high, and going as far as they might be willing: fucking, licking, stroking, sucking, etc. Sometimes a guy or gal can handle a party like that, but pretty soon the tweekers and addicts will show their nature, texting or calling five or six times a day, begging to score and screw. If they don’t seem to crave the high, and still enjoy getting off without it, I’ll sign them as new talent. A few might slowly get hooked and Aaron cuts them loose, but so far most of the guys have worked out perfectly, providing new clients to us and running the cash and drugs on their bikes and parents’ minivans with “honor roll” bumper stickers. When the stars align, and some straight guy informs Aaron that he wants to start dealing, Aaron sets him up for a test session with the only female dealer on his payroll. Knowing hot some of the male dealers are, you’d think the girl would be just as gorgeous, but it’s just the opposite. Standing about 5’4, she weighs in around 200 lbs, with saggy tits, a flabby gut, an ass like two sacks of lumpy gravy and the loosest pussy I’ve ever fucked (yes, I’ve fucked her, I had to pass the test to start dealing too). Add all that to her mediocre face, stringy hair and questionable hygiene and you can understand why only the most dedicated straight guys even try to get a job from Aaron. Due to the highly addictive nature of the drug and the age and maturity level of the boys selling it, there is a lot of turn over. With each new guy, Aaron and the rest of the regular crew and I make bets whether the newbie will last til they get a real job and quit or get hooked on the product and forced out. Any guy forced out has usually done something retarded like getting collared or showing up with no drugs and no money for what they were supposed to sell. Usually the boy has some sob story about being robbed or ditching the drugs to avoid being arrested, and sometimes they get a second chance if they’re willing to let Aaron use them for the pleasure of his group of buddies. Occasionally he is even forgiving enough to overlook a small amount of missing green or dope a second time, but whoever is responsible is forever out of the dealing biz. As long as I’ve known him, I’ve only known a few guys to try to disappear with a large wad/stash, but it never succeeds. Aaron has eyes all over town, and once he finds them, they pay him back, with cash or pain. Fully aware of the odd of someone succeeding at dealing, I’m always surprised when one of my buyers shows an interest. I should know by now that it looks like easy money to kids who’ve never had a real job, or college goers with loans to pay, yet no matter what warning I give, I can’t convince them that its hard work. It’s a delusion they’ll cling to until they see for themselves. So when Eddy, a regular customer of mine, told me he had a buddy who wanted to deal, I shook my head and prepared myself to watch the attempt and failure of some kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Nothing could have prepared me to discover this “friend” was actually the son of one of the wealthier families in town, especially not a handsome, naïve, privileged high schooler like Mark Montague. His identity was revealed to me one weekend at Eddy’s parents’ lake house, where I was delivering a considerable amount of ghb, coke and tina in exchange for cash (and the chance to fuck some sexually-confused, drug-impaired jockboys). The cocky teen host was dating some bitch from his class, but he spilled about his friend after partaking in some coke and 69ing with me. That was right before he purchased and downed a dose of ghb, which got him high enough to let me breed him in the back of my truck. I’ll admit I was hoping to take another shot at Eddy’s ass so I was a little bit disappointed that the party was co-ed. Still, I was making a small fortune from these rich kids, so I did my job, pumped a beer from the keg, and asked Eddy to point out which of his buds wanted to sell. My jaw hit the floor when he nodded to the tall rosy cheeked teen in the corner. I instantly recognized Mark. Now maybe this was just Eddy pulling a fast one, because there was no way Mark Minkus would possibly deal drugs. Heck, even at the party, surrounded by a bunch of his drugged, drunk, wild peers, Mark stood up straight, nursing a beer I’d seen him fill when he arrived hours earlier. This fit with my image of the Montague family: Unsmiling stuffed-shirts married to well-bred wives, producing heirs to continue the cattle empire they’d run for generations. My dad was constantly sending me on calls to the Montague house, fulfilling the contract they’d had with us since my Grandfather began our business in the late 50’s. The gorgeous old mansion his family built in the 20’s sat on almost half the land in the richest part of the fanciest district in the most exclusive suburb of our dinky town. I pay almost no attention to high school news or clubs but even I had heard that Mark competed on two school sports teams and was rumored to have turned down a modeling offer received after he’d won some debate at the state competition last year. Looking at Eddy with a raised eyebrow, he assured me he was for real, and led me to Mark to make introductions. Watching the color drain from Mark’s face when Eddy introduced me as the “supplier” Mark wanted to meet, I knew this was the real deal. Oblivious and high as a kite, Eddy missed Mark’s worried look entirely before turning and walking back into the crowd, leaving Mark and I to discuss “business.” Eyes wide with fear, stammering and insisting he didn’t know what Eddy was talking about, it was tempting to let him think I was going to rat him out, but for once I fought the urge and chose to save the kid from having a heart attack. Assuring him I wasn’t going to tell, I reminded him that I had just as much to lose as he did if either one of us was found out, but he still looked terrified when I asked him why he wanted to sell. “Can we discuss this somewhere less… crowded?” His eyes darted around, checking for a place to hold our secret meeting. Unless Eddy had a secret basement speakeasy that I didn’t know about, the only place we thought might give us some privacy was the laundry room. It was located as far from the party as possible, nestled between the back stairs and the garage, which Eddy locked to keep his father’s boat and motorcycle safe. Sauntering across the party towards the back hall, Mark seemed acutely focused on acting like nothing was going on, which had the exact opposite effect. Luckily for both of us, everyone else was too busy snorting lines of C and T, downing capfuls of ghb, or stripping to go skinny dipping to give a damn. Inside the quiet, tidy, well-lit room, I got a good look at Mark and wondered why I’d never taken the time to check him out before. He wasn’t too tall, nor too muscular, but his chinos and polo fit nicely, hinting that his teen body had some definition, specifically around his awesome bubble butt. Wishing I could see it in more detail, I was struck with an epiphany. “Before we have a conversation that could be incriminating,” I said, emphasizing the seedy nature of our chat by locking the door and lowering my voice to a whisper. “I need to be sure you’re not wearing a wire. Strip.” Any defiance in his eyes was gone in a second once I straightened up and crossed my large, muscular arms across my wide. flat pecs. My corn-fed smile makes some people forget that I can be pretty intimidating when I stand up to my full 6’2 inches and puff out my chest to show off the mass I obtained tossing bales and carrying bags of cement up and down ladders. With a defeated nod of affirmation, he unbuttoned his polo and lifted it up over his head, allowing me an unimpaired view of his burgeoning abs, pecs and biceps. School athletics and good genetics were working together to make him into a real stud. He paused before undoing his pants, so I grunted in frustration and took the initiative, reaching out to pop open his top button and whisk the zipper down before he could step in. I smiled when I felt him give in and go slightly limp, and I decided to keep up the forward momentum by sliding my hands down the back of his pants, over his plump, fabric covered butt cheeks, before pulling his slacks down to his ankles. Maybe I should have worried that he’d notice my cock rapidly hardening under my bball shorts but Mark kept his eyes straight ahead, either to seem respectful or out of humiliation, or a little of both. Surely he’d stop me from removing his briefs, unless, of course, I could get them down before he noticed. ‘Aw fuck it,’ I said to myself as I gripped the elastic waist and tore his size medium hanes tighty-whiteys down his legs. Feeling the breeze seemed to re-activate his brain, eliciting a boyish squeak from his mouth while his hands shot to cover his sweet circumsized dick and almost hairless balls. Even concealed, I could still picture them as clear as day, making mental notes of the 3 to 3.5 inch shaft, pretty pink helmet, slight curve to his right, and the generous thickness. ‘Looks like a grower’ I thought before standing back and taking in the whole package. Clothed, Mark was an average, attractive teen boy, but now he could have been the muse of many great artists. Paintings, sculptures and poems could be inspired by his firm manly musculature softened by the last hints of boyish baby fat. His cheeks turned bright pink…both sets of cheeks J “H-How do I know you’re not wearing a wire too?” his voice whispered back to me, catching me off guard. Little shit had me there. Double checking the door to be sure it was locked, I returned the favor he’d done me by slipping off my wind breaker, tossing away my sleeveless tee and sliding my silky shorts to my knees. “Happy?” I asked the teen, who raised an eyebrow and looked down at my jock. Smirking, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and worked them lower and lower until my big hard cock slapped back against my cut abs. Watching Mark’s face was priceless when he caught sight of just how hung I am. Aghast, his mouth hanging open as wide as his eyes, he looked from my dick to my face and back to my dick before turning beet red and forcing himself to look away. “Yeah, fine, put it away.” I gave it another second before I pulled my dick away from my navel and slid it back inside my black jockstrap. As I slid up my shorts, Mark remembered his own nudity and turned around and bent over to get his undies back up. His cheeks spread for just a moment and I enjoyed catching a glimpse of his asshole, surrounded by some light, soft hairs. As he retrieved his pants, I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me, repeating my question about his desire to deal, getting close enough that our naked chests were almost in contact and speaking low enough that he had to stay there to hear me. “I dunno man, I wanna make some extra money I guess,” he softly answered, averting his eyes as he told me an obvious lie. “Bull shit,” I quietly shot back, making up for the lack of volume by sliding my hand around the back of his neck and squeezing as I continued. “I know you don’t need the dough and I doubt you plan on making a career out of it, so either cut the shit and tell me the real reason, or I’ll kick the shit outta you for wasting my time.” “Maybe this was a mistake-“ He tried to wriggle free but my grip was tight. “Too late for that dipshit,” I cut him off, lifting my free hand up to his neck and pushing him back till he hit the wall, pinning him against it with my forearm. “Truth time or you get to explain the bruises to your buddies.” “I… I can’t…” I pulled back my hand a made a fist, and his eyes closed as he spilled the beans. “I wanted to be cool, okay?!?!” “What?” I lessened the pressure on his neck but kept my fist raised. “I wanted to be cool…” he looked at me with tears in his eyes before dropping his gaze to my feet. “Guys like Eddy host these wild parties and provide the booze and drugs for everyone and end up fucking the hottest chicks at school and hanging with the coolest guys, and everyone sees me as the…you know…” “Square with the stick up his ass?” I helped him out while dropping both arms and stepping back enough to give him some air. “I was gonna say goodie two shoes, but yeah.” Mark corrected me. “Only the square with a stick up his ass says shit like ‘goodie two shoes’ marky boy,” I said, laughing quietly. “Okay so I’m a stick-assed square,” he admitted, relaxing a little and chuckling too. “I guess I figured I could get away with not getting wasted or stoned if I was the one providing the booze and drugs. Stupid huh?” “Nah man,” Stepping closer, I leaned against the wall next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “That’s kinda genius actually. How come you don’t host the party instead or pay for the drugs and liquor or anything?” “I tried that man,” Mark said, getting upset. “When I hosted, no one showed, and when I paid for the…you know, everyone was really cool until I heard someone say I had only done it so I they couldn’t send me home once the party got going. Everybody thinks I’m just another Montague stooge, buying friends and being the boy scout. So last week, when one of the hot younger maids got fired for screwing her boyfriend in my parent’s bed, I had an idea. I waited for my Dad to drop me at school the next day and told him I’d let Maria and her boyfriend in their room in exchange for a blow job from her, then I hopped out of the car and started across the lawn.” “Fuck, what’d he do?” My curiosity was too strong to wait for him to pause. “He did just what I hoped.” Mark came closer and dropped his voice a little lower. “He rolled down the window of his jag and yelled ‘You’d better keep your dick in your pants or next time it won’t just be Maria I kick out of the house!’ right in front of Eddy and his buds!” I busted up laughing and Mark joined in, until he remembered where we are and motioned for me to shut up. Stifling my laughter, I motioned for him to continue. “Not too surprisingly, Eddy came over and asked what that was all about,” Mark said, smiling wide. “I told him that my Dad caught me drinking his good scotch and fucking one of our maids in his bed and fired her. I even added that I was grounded and he wouldn’t give me any dough and I was desperate to make some cash. Somebody in the crowd told me I should start selling at parties and suddenly I heard myself agreeing and asking how I could start. I figured no one would follow up, but a few nights ago Eddy stopped me on my way home from practice and told me to come tonight and he’d introduce me to a dude who could get me into dealing.” “I bet you didn’t think it would be me,” I said, pushing off the wall and scooping my shirt off the top of the dryer. “No way dude,” Mark volunteered while redressing himself. “I almost shit my pants when I saw you walking over!” “I was pretty fucking freaked myself man,” I added, putting him at ease. “I figured it was a fucking joke or worse: a sting.” “Damn dude, no wonder you wanted to check for bugs.” Good, he was buying it. “So now do you believe me? Can I come to work for you and start dealing?” “It’s not that easy Marky,” I stopped him and explained that I was only a middle man, and my boss would have to meet him, approve him and initiate him before we could even think about him working for me. Lastly I told him Aaron’s rule requiring each new guy to party and get wild with someone to make sure the guy could handle it. “So that means you’ll have to smoke or snort some tina, and fuck somebody with one of his crew there to witness it.” “Damn man,” Mark looked freaked again. “I can’t do drugs dude. My folks would kill me, maybe even disown me! They are extremely strict about that stuff. They’ve even drug tested me a few times, since we heard my cousin had dropped out of school after getting hooked on something last year.” Mark’s cousin had been a wrestler and got a scholarship to the university in town, where his parents figured he would do well since his Aunt, Uncle and cousins lived only minutes away. I first met him when he was strapped in a sling in Aaron’s garage, trading his ass for some tina when some girl he’d been seeing got him hooked on it. Within two months he’d become a total addict and his girlfriend’s dealer agreed to give him a big sack in exchange for letting him and a buddy or two play with his dick. 24 hours later they had him high on ghb and tina, taking loads in the sling from Aaron, his crew and anyone who would pay $50 to Aaron. He failed a drug test a few weeks after that, lost his scholarship and rather than telling his folks, he moved in to a house with his girl and three or four other druggies and started selling his ass, mouth and cock for tina. Last I heard, he got arrested in the back alley behind the town’s only gay club, and his uncle shipped him off to rehab and paid a ton of money to make the papers call it ‘exhaustion.’ “Shit man, guess I can’t help you then,” I shrugged and handed him the beer he’d been drinking (now featuring a tiny dose of ghb). “But good luck working that shit out man.” I held my cup out and clinked with his bottle, both of us downing a gulp from our cups before he began trying to come up with ways he could get around the rules. Somehow it never occurred to him to offer to buy the stuff directly from me at full price and sell it to his friends for full price, making it look like he was dealing while keeping his nose clean. Since he never asked, I never offered it as an option. Each time I shot him down, I somehow worked in a subtle direction for him to drink more. Before long, his bottle was empty and I could see the g taking effect. Suddenly, his walls were lowered enough to allow him to consider my original offer. “When you say I’d have to screw someone,” He slurred slightly, and hopped awkwardly up onto the dryer next to me. “who would I have to screw.” “First I said you’d have to fuck someone,” I corrected him, emphasizing the curse word since he seemed shy about saying it, let alone doing it. “and it would be someone from A’s crew, one of the folks working for him.” “So some girl who deals too?” Mark asked, his eyebrow lifting in wonder. “Yeah some girl or some guy,” I tossed in like it was nothing. “Which ever you prefer.” “Gross man,” the young, slightly wasted guy by my side made a face at the thought of a man. “I’m not into guys, I’m into girls man.” “Whatever,” me thinks the teen doth protest too much. “Don’t make a lick o’ difference if you’re a fag bro.” “I’m not!” Mark insisted. “and you shouldn’t say fag man. My cousin, the one who got in trouble, was found behind the Ranchhand bar, the one where the gay guys hang out and I heard my mom say she thinks he is in the closet and he might have been there to have sex.” “Just cause you screw around with a guy,” lowering my voice so Mark would lean in again, I acted like I was about to pass on some magical secret. “doesn’t make you gay Marky boy. I know plenty of dudes that trade hand jobs for drugs or let gay guys suck or jerk them off for a buck. Hell, I even jerked with some buddies back in school when I needed to get off.” “You did?” He said, a little too loudly, then repeated himself in a whisper. “You did? Didn’t you worry that someone would tell? Or you might get caught?” “Nah man,” I made a sound like he was nuts. “none of the guys would tell cause they’d be telling that they did it too. Plus we didn’t worry about getting caught cause we’d sneak down to the old bathroom in the park and do it.” “That place where the guys say you can get head or jerked off or whatever?” Mark leaned in, his voice still soft but filled with excitement. “Yeah, saw some of that going on,” I admitted, but stopped before giving him the whole story. “But me and my buds would just jerk and look at porn on our phones.” “Wow,” Mark fell silent, lost in thought. Moments later, he leaned back against the cabinet over the dryer and spoke again. “So if I agreed to party and scr- fuck some bitch, who would witness for your boss?” “Either him or me, I guess,” my eyes turned to the front to avoid letting him see the excitement in my eyes at the idea of getting to see him fucking some girl, or better yet, letting me suck his cock. “He won’t let you meet anyone else till you’re on the payroll in case you decided to rat him out.” “I guess that’d be okay,” He said, shrugging again. “But it’s a moot point anyway bro, cause I’d never be able to do it and be sure my folks wouldn’t test me and find out.” “That sucks man,” My mind whirred and buzzed as the gears spun in search of a way around his folks. “So there’s no way they’d leave you alone for a week when they were traveling or let you go on a trip somewhere for a few days or anything.” “Even if they did go on a trip,” he pouted as he explained. “They’d leave my dad’s driver-butler-assistant guy around to stop in and check up on me and my brother all the time, and they’d be sure to test me after they got back. Last year they went on a cruise for two weeks and made him stay in the pool house and spend the days with us every single day. This summer they went to visit my grandma in Europe for a few days when he couldn’t be there, so they had me spend the weekend at the home of one of my Dad’s business partners and I had to share my room with his 10-year-old son. My brother got to stay at a friend’s house and I was forced to sleep on a bunk bed with some twerp I’d never met before.” “Why did they pick that guy?” I inquired, formulating a plan. “He was the coach of my former little league team,” Mark responded angrily. “They figured he’d keep me in line just like when I was on the team. I tried to find a friend I could stay with, but none of the guys I know were exactly stoked to volunteer to babysit my ass. Now my Dad is getting on me about making friends, and it’s like ‘how am I supposed to make friends, DAD, when you won’t let me do anything ever?!?!?!’” “What if you found a friend to invite you over?” I postulated, ready to make a move. “What if the next trip your folks go on, you get an offer to spend a few nights or a week or whatever with one of your new best guy friends? Someone from school who is respectable and rich enough for your dad to know the family, but not familiar enough for him to know the kid’s parents?” “That would be cool,” Mark’s voice showed no sign of recognizing what I was suggesting. “but even if I had a friend like that, which I don’t, how would that help? I’d still be stuck at some dude’s house.” “Not if your friend was doing you a favor,” I hopped down from the dryer and turned to face Mark, who slowly pulled himself upright so we were face to face. “What if you tell one of the guys from school, like Eddy or someone who heard about your fake session with Maria, what if you tell that guy that you need to make a run down to the city to pick up some party goods from a dealer and meet up with Maria for a few nights of hardcore partying and pounding her pussy, and you need him to tell your dad that you’re staying with him so you can do it without your parents finding out?” “That’s fucking genius!” Mark jumped to his feet, but almost fell over, unaware that he’d not only gulped down a full beer but also a dose of ghb that was making him woozy and willing. “Who should I ask?” We brainstormed and ended up vetoing most of the guys who worked for Mark’s family as well as a few they knew from the club and social groups. Finally we had it down to two guys: Daniel, a recent transfer to the school and the son of a wealthy German man who moved to town with his 22 year old bride after selling his design firm for a cool billion dollars, and Eddy, who belonged to a family whose status had risen drastically when they purchased a slew of failing farms in the area, began fracking for natural gas, discovered a huge supply and sold the drilling rights to some oil and gas companies for nearly $100 million. “I should probably ask Eddy first,” Mark said, reading my mind. I doubted he had the same reasoning, since mine revolved around promising Eddy no one would find out he’d taken my dick up my ass if he figured out a way to do it, so I waited for him to explain. “His folks travel all the time, and let him do whatever he wants, but they hired a housekeeper to keep him in line when they’re gone.” “Parties like this are ‘keeping him in line?’” Guffawing, I figured Mark’s buzz had him confused, but he continued. “Eddy said the woman is willing to forget anything for a little moola,” Mark chuckled at the word moola, but recovered and kept on. “He can get probably get her to speak to my Dad if I promise him some of the drugs or I ‘find’ some cash that my dad doesn’t know I have and pay her myself. Also, my dad hates Daniel’s dad. He’s always calling him Euro-trash and new money and all that shit.” “Eddy it is then.” I slapped Mark on the back and we returned to the crowd in search of the host. Eddy was balls deep in his girlfriend but he paused and left her naked bent over the side of the hot tub when I motioned for him to join us. Without any indication that it was okay, I led Mark and Eddy upstairs to the small bedroom that probably belonged to Eddy when his folks were there, but sat empty on nights like this where he’d retire to the master suite with either his girlfriend or some other wasted young bitch. As Mark explained the plan, he kept getting distracted by Eddy’s hard dick hanging over the top of his regulation speedos from the swim team. It didn’t help that Eddy was absent mindedly stroking himself with one hand, using the other to tweak his nipple. Sensing a need to refocus both boys, I pulled out a small bag of tina and loaded my bowl, letting Eddy take hit after hit until his dick went soft and his pupils were huge. “Plan sounds perfect Montague,” Eddy said on an exhale of smoke from the bubble pipe. “Just tell me when Rhett needs you to go get that shit and I’ll have Frau Cuntpunter call your dad to verify that you’re staying with me.” We all laughed at Eddy’s nickname, Cuntpunter, for his housekeeper, a Swedish woman named Olghe Keunbinter (pronounced Eul-guh Kee-oon-bin-ter), and Mark thanked me, telling us he’d better get home before his dad discovered he snuck out (really he got permission to go to a party with some of the guys on his baseball team as long as he was home by 12). I grabbed his arm, thrusting my hand into his pocket and rooted around, making sure to squeeze his cock a little before finding his phone and pulling it out. Dialing my number into it, I pressed send and saved his phone number with a quick photo I took right then and there. “My number is saved in your phone under ‘Maintainance,’ okay?” I handed it back to him and he nodded. “Tomorrow once you find out when your parent’s next trip is, text me and Eddy so we can figure out how soon you can do what I need.” Pulling him into a hug, I was happy to feel his hard on press into my thigh, having responded involuntarily to my groping moments earlier. It was supposed to last just a second but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer, whispering ‘thanks Rhett’ before pulling back and stumbling slightly on his way to the door. Once I was able to see him drive away and knew he wasn’t too fucked up to drive, I turned back to Eddy, who was taking another hit from the pipe. “How about stripping off those speedos and letting me suck your cock now?” I suggested as I sank to Eddy’s side and took the pipe and made the decision to go ahead and get high. “Sorry bro, my girl is waiting.” Eddy said, although he stripped off his speedos and started stroking again while we smoked. “Your girl is getting fucked by Daniel right outside the window,” I revealed, getting Eddy to cross to the window and peer down where his girlfriend was taking the German boy’s small uncut cock up her ass. “Fuck, bitch never lets me put it in her ass!” He complained, sitting on the bed, where I joined him, handing him the pipe and stroking his exposed cock and chest while he took another big hit. “That’s cause you’re so big bro,” I complimented his average size cock, making his ego swell as well as his cock head. “Forget her skanky ass and we’ll find some other pussy to tag team.” “Fuck yeah man,” Eddy agreed, shotgunning a hit with me. “First lets do a little g, okay?” I produced a bottle from my pocket and grabbed my empty beer cup from the night stand. I poured some in the cap from the ghb bottle and about double that into the empty red solo cup while Eddy made excuses about not wanting to. It did him no good when I handed him the cup and clinked with the cap, since habit caused him to down the dose. He made a face and gagged a little at the awful taste and we continued to pass the pipe while I talked about the hot bitch we’d be fucking any second. His legs were over my shoulders as soon as I latched the door and made sure the lock was secure. Only semi aware of what was happening, Eddy grimaced as I forced my finger up his ass covered in lotion from the nightstand and a crystal of tina from my stash. When his face relaxed into a smile, I took it to mean yes, and withdrew my finger until just the end of it was pressed into his tight sphincter. As I expected his butt was clean from smoking t and showering before the party, so I didn’t hesitate to replace my fingertip with my dick head and press forward. “Wait. Stop.” Were probably what he was trying to say, but it came out more like “wayyy, saaap.” Pulling my phone from my discarded pants pocket on the pillow by his head, I opened the file I sent myself from Mark’s phone, containing all the photos he had on there. Just like any red blooded American boy, after some lame shots of his dog, a slide show from his last trip abroad, and some stealthy pics of some girls in his class, he had some selfies in various states of undress. I began thrusting into Eddy’s tight ass hard, as I scrolled through photo after photo of Mark as he went from clothed, to shirtless, to various pairs of briefs and even a thong type pair that were big enough that I figured he’d borrowed them from his father’s collection. Finally I hit the jackpot and found three shots with no face. One of his chest and just the top of his balls and shaft, one of his nude back and perfect ass, and one from his nipples to his knees, with his big, cut pink dick front and center. My nut grew closer as I zoomed in on the hefty hard on that belonged to the boy I planned to corrupt in the coming weeks, until I could tell I was mere minutes away. Switching to my video app, I set the phone on the side table against the lamp and made sure it was catching Eddy’s face, chest and cock, not to mention his legs spread to accept my bare monster dick. Working faster and faster, I heard my bitch’s complaints were silenced, with only a rare ‘yeah’ or ‘mmmfuck’ in their place. Asking him if he wanted my seed up his ass, I slowed down, causing him to whimper and nod yes. “Say it.” I ordered, keeping my head out of the video. “I wan yo seed up my azzz,” he slurred. Satisfied that the camera had picked it up, I returned to full speed and within seconds I found my load shooting full strength inside him. As the last drop spewed forth, I reached over and stopped the recording, before falling on top of the tender teen and feeling him whimper as I waited for a second wind so I could get a video fucking him doggy style.

All of the characters in this story are fictional and of legal age to participate in any and all sexual acts depicted within. If drugs, gay sex or straight guys getting bred offends you, then go away and knit or something. Chapter one Wanting, Taking, Having Almost one hundred and thirty years ago, Oscar Wilde wrote ‘I can resist anything except temptation,’ so chances are he wasn’t referring to me specifically. Still, I often wonder if somehow he knew, or at least had some inkling about the temptations that guys like me deal with daily. God knows I try to be good but I haven’t been able to say no since the first time I tried tina. Unlike a lot of guys I know, I am not what you’d call a meth whore. My habits tend more toward pot and booze, but every few months I will engage in a rare weekend of puffing, playing and eventually pounding ass like it’s my last night on earth. This wouldn’t be quite so surprising if I wasn’t so clean cut and innocent looking. Truth is my unsuspecting demeanor and outer appearance are a product of my genetics and small town upbringing, while my perverted party-loving personality was a more recent development caused by a mix of curiosity, help from a friend and…temptation. During my late teens, I discovered parTying when I was hanging with a dude I’d met at a very cruisy public bathroom near my house. The whispers around the lockerroom filled my head with ideas as guys shared stories of forbidden sex acts in the dark stalls after dark, stories they attributed to buddies and older brothers, but likely came from personal experience. Each rumored blow job or hand job made my imagination run wild, and when my latest girl friend refused to go further than some groping through my shorts, I gave in and took a detour through the park to find out just how true these rumors were. Part of me expected to walk through the rusting metal doors and find nothing more than a stinky, poorly-maintained park restroom, and I wasn’t disappointed. Both stinky and poorly-maintained were the perfect descriptors for the small concrete block building, they just failed to describe the contents of the building: horny, sweaty men engaged in all sorts of depraved sex acts. Dim light from the one working light near the sink was more than enough to show me a collection of hot cocks filling palms and mouths at every doorless cubicle. Nervous and unsure of myself, I walked to the closest urinal and whipped out my dick, trying to piss with a full blown hard on. I willed my cock to go soft before anyone noticed, but no such luck as an older man stepped up to the urinal next to me and unzipped Glancing over, I tried to act nonchalant while memorizing the sight of the large uncut meat the man was stroking. My gaze floated up to his face and I realized he wasn’t even trying to look away, staring hard at my teen meat while licking his lips. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed my cock and swallowed it whole before I could stop him…not that I was going to, of course. Sensations shot from my penis up my spine and into my brain, eliciting a moan and a scream before I unloaded down his gullet in under a minute flat. Smiling, the man stood up, produced a business card, shoved it in my pocket and told me to let him know the next time I needed more service. Outside on a bench, I retrieved the card and squinted to read it by the lamplight overhead. All it had was the man’s first name “Dave,” with a phone number and email address. Balling it up, I almost threw it away when I heard another groan from the bathroom, and decided to pocket it instead. It took Dave some time and a few very dirty chat sessions to convince me to finally meet him at his house. Up ‘til then I had only been back to the bathroom twice, but I gave in when he showed me some photos of a few of the guys he’d invited to join us. It was still almost five months later before Dave tried to convince me to smoke tina. I’d seen him smoke it with some of the other guys and he’d made it clear I could join in if I wanted to, but I was still young and innocent and thought that all drugs were bad (thanks, school propaganda). One night, a few months later, he had me and another guy over to play, and after plying me with weed and some strong drinks, Dave offered again. Even though I’d declined numerous times before, he was always polite enough to offer. As usual I started to say no, but before I could, the third guy stopped me and insisted I try it. Turns out he was not just there to play, he was also Dave’s dealer, and he was touting how amazing this stuff was, swearing that I’d “never find anything better for your first REAL high.” I am not sure if my response surprised me or Dave more, but for some reason, I said okay. Nervous and scared, I listened as the dealer, Aaron, explained what to do with the pipe. Watching him fill the bowl with white crystals, my mind was spinning wondering what the hell I was getting myself into and not hearing a single word Aaron was saying. I tried to watch what he did and imitate him, but after it took three or four tries to light the torch, I was too eager and didn’t wait for the crystals to melt and ended up getting nothing. “Here, lemme do it bro,” Aaron took the torch and pipe and held them in front of me, showing me exactly what to do. “Okay Rhett, hit it…now.” While I inhaled the clean white smoke, my mind began comparing it to pot, noting how much cleaner it tasted and wondering how much I should take. As I exhaled, all of that disappeared, along with any other thoughts in my head, replaced with just one idea: must smoke more! Within seconds I knew I’d be hitting it as much and as deep as I could that night. The only thing I knew I wanted more than the tina was cock… and lots of it. By the time the party ended, almost 24 hours had passed and I’d fucked both guys twice and sucked them off a couple times. My parents were furious that I’d disappeared so long, but I told them some lame story about my car breaking down way out in the boonies where I had no cell service, and spending the night on the backseat waiting for someone to stop and help me. Their anger became concern and I ended up with a new phone from the deal. It freaked me out how much I liked partying. So much so that I stayed away from Dave and any and all drugs for three months before getting a text including a picture of Aaron and Dave shirtless while the back of some guy’s head sat at their feet, groping their bulges. Once again, temptation got the best of me and I was headed back to his house. Just a few hits and I found myself pounding Dave’s ass while Aaron screwed some twink I recognized from my school’s drama club. Before tina, I would never have let a guy I knew see me like that, but now I could care less.

Zach I’ve been feeling crappy off and on for the past year, I may even be the source of an epidemic in my small town. I graduated last May from high school and will soon be heading off to college, where I will no doubt, begin a new round of infections. I’m 19 now and I’m a total slut, pig, whore whatever you choose to call me, oh and I have a taste for daddies I think my obsession with older guys started when I was doing competitive swimming as a youth, the coach would play us video tapes of athletes like Marc Spitz and Greg Louganis to train us and to give us inspiration in our swimming and diving, I was glad the warm up pants were a bit baggy as I always ended up with a raging hard on. I also guess that is when I internally started realizing and accepting I was gay although I kept it to myself. Now I have always been athletic although I really don’t like sports all that much other than swimming, wrestling and weight lifting. I have kept myself in shape and have proven to be outdoorsy, hiking, camping, and generally being at home in the outdoors, doing activities. I remember back when I was in my mid tens going camping with the family, including my Uncle and his boyfriend and I overheard my uncle talking “so when do you think he’ll come out?” they were talking about me of course. Now my family is pretty liberal and being gay isn’t a big problem with them, but I still stayed in the closet till just before my eighteenth birthday, when I finally decided it was time. Their reaction was “so, this is a revelation” coming out to my parents was easy. Coming out to my best friend since fourth grade was more difficult for me at least, his reaction was “so I’m straight but this doesn’t change anything, our bromance can continue the way it always has” he said with a wink and a smile. On my eighteenth birthday we were buzzed from some really good bud and I leaned over and planted a wet one on his lips, he returned the kiss and we soon were into a hot make out session for about 5 minutes before he pulled away “ok, that never happened, it was the weed, and it won’t happen again” I was a bit crushed but I knew what he was implying, I headed home to my surprise birthday party and pretended I was surprised, I got some cool birthday presents, but the one that piqued my interest the most was getting my own tablet, no more having to share with my sister and brother. As the festivities wound down I retired to my room and proceeded to set up the tablet complete with hidden profile, password protected of course. After getting things set up I connected to the internet and googled “raunchy Gay Sex” picking a site I began watching hardcore porn, the first one showed a guy surrounded by several other men taking a cock in his ass while the other men jerked, pissed and feed him their cocks. I was excited and intrigued, that was how I wanted sex. I spent a good portion of my free time jerking to different videos over the next week, after school I would rush to my room and lock the door, pull out my tablet and put on dirty movies. About three weeks later mom was reminding me not to plan anything for the following weekend as my Uncle was getting married to his partner. I was hoping that being a gay wedding there might be some hot gay guys who might fulfill my fantasies. The day of the Wedding came, and I adorned a black tee shirt and a blue and white striped dress shirt to wear over it unbuttoned so I would look cool. My family and I arrived early and there were a small amount of people mingling and then I spotted him, a handsome daddy bear about early 40’s apparently helping out with the preparations, was taking pictures for my mom so I tried not to be too conspicuous about cruising the guy, but I stayed within eyesight of the daddy. As more guest arrived it became a little harder to cruise him but easier since I was able to get more picture, which allowed me to get closer to him until we were standing next to each other, we exchanged polite small talk, enough to find out he was indeed helping the wedding coordinator and was a friend of my uncle. I noticed he visited the bathroom frequently and I began developing a plan to get him alone and in a compromising position. I handed my mom the camera and headed to the small bathroom, locked the door and pulled up Facebook on my phone, I clicked on my Uncles partner’s page and scanned through is friends to see if the hot daddy was listed, there he was, my heart was pumping and I was hoping he was interested in younger guys. The ceremony was short and sweet, even though I was on the opposite side of the room I kept the daddy in my sights. There was a short break while photos were taken, papers signed and such then the grooms were ushered in to start the buffet line. Soon the whole party was focused on food and drink, lucky for me my family choose a table where I could see him clearly, I went for seconds, and then back for more, after all I’m a growing youth. The second time I came back for more I noticed he got up from his table , but didn’t grab his plate to refill it so I slipped into the bathroom, and stood behind the partition that separated the sink from the toilet. I wait and hoped he would come in, I heard someone push open the door, I peeked as they were latching it, and it was him, he stepped to the sink and quickly washed his hands, as he dried them I stepped out and pressed myself into him, our lips met and he was soon returning the kiss. He protested a bit saying that there was our friends just on the other side of the door, and that he really had to pee. This was my chance I sat down on the toilet and took his semi hard cock into my mouth, I was living out my kinky fantasy, he asked me if I was sure, I nodded and his stream began to flow into my mouth, it was acrid and sweet at the same time. My cock began to get rock hard as he finished pissing in my mouth, I undid my pants and fished it out stroking it as I started giving him my first real blowjob, I had practiced on vegetables and hot dogs and such but this was the first real cock sliding down my throat, I gagged a little and when I had him all slobbered up I quickly stood up and turned around, directing that throbbing piece of meat at my unlubed and virgin hole. I pushed back and the head breached my opening, fireworks of pain shot through me, he grabbed my hips and held me still. At first I thought he was going to pull out, but then I felt his cock twitch the slid another inch in the back out then in again a little deeper, the pain began to turn to pure pleasure as he did this one more time then slammed his cock into my grasping hole. He began fucking me in earnest and had to put a hand over my mouth to help keep me quiet. He pumped me hard I could feel myself getting wetter then I realized his precum was flowing into me, then he grunted and flooded my gut with his seed. His slow gyrations stated up again and he started a new round of thrust hitting my prostate repeatedly causing me to shoot my load onto the toilet seat cover which then puddled into small lakes of semen. He pulled out with a plop and I bent over and slurped the puddles of cum up, presenting my ass to him which he then feltched eating some of his cum from my hole, I turned around and took his slimy cock into my mouth and cleaned off the mess my ass had left there. I stood and kissed him, taking in the taste of my ass while sharing the cum and juices which were still lingering in my mouth. I slipped him my name, number and e-mail and hid behind the partition again as he slipped out the door. I exited a few moments later, returning to my family with a full gut of cum, stopping at the buffet on the way to grab a slider to hide the scent of the sex on my breath. We exchanged glances back and forth but no one was the wiser of our tryst. I left shortly after the cake cutting with my family, riding in the car I could feel cum slowly oozing into my underwear, I was hoping it wouldn’t make a spot in my jeans. Upon arriving home I rushed ahead of my family upstairs and into my room stopping in the bathroom for a quick evaluation of my rear, my shorts were sticky with cum and ass juices along with spots of blood. As I got to my room, without running into either sibling I locked the door and pulled out a small plug I had purchased a few days before, running it up and down my crack to lube it with cum that had escaped then shoved it into my hole, my sphincter gripped the invader by the indent in the shaft, thus sealing my hole from further leakage, I threw on a clean pair of underwear and a pair of basketball shorts and headed downstairs. After watching television with the family for a couple hours I headed back to my room and pulling my used pair of boxers to my face took in the scent of daddies cum and jerked off, falling asleep shortly after blasting out my load. A few days later I was hanging with a buddy at school, and my best friend came by and greeted us both, and the three of us began walking towards the gym and locker-room, they were both on sports teams so I walked them to practice. As they changed into their uniforms I noticed that there was a new assistant coach wandering through the locker-room. I inquired and they told me he was the new assistant coach just out of college. He smiled at us as he passed by, I smiled back and excused myself from my friends, I followed him back to his small office “Err um coach I was just curious if you might have some time to talk” “Sure, what sport you interested in” As he turned around I grabbed my crotch and winked, the hot coach stammered then walked over and closed and locked the door. Coach began rubbing my crotch as I leaned in and began kissing him, I soon had the hot young coach on his back and was pounding his hole with my 7.5 inch stud pounder, I was soon filling him with my 18yo teen boy cum. After having sex with the hot young coach, his boss looked mighty hot, although he was a little more work to get him into my pants and me his. About a month after the wedding I came down with a flu which kept me out of school for almost a week. As sick as I was I still wanted our weekly meetings with each coach flip fucking with the older one and pounding away at the younger one’s sweet mancunt. Three weeks later we were in the final games leading into the playoffs and several players were getting sick with the flu, the coach had been ill a couple weeks after me and so it went the epidemic started and I decided I should lay low for a bit, especially after going over to the next town where nobody knew me and purchased a home HIV test kit. After using it to test myself I put the numbers together I had been infected at the wedding, I in turn infected both coaches who were fooling around with several of the players, who were also banging their girlfriends and boyfriends. I also infected my best friend when we were buzzed one night I talked him into fucking me then I fucked him in return all before I tested. So now my little home town has had an outbreak of HIV and health officials are baffled since no one is talking about who they fucked or let fuck them

All of the characters in this story are fictional and of legal age to participate in any and all sexual acts depicted within. If drugs, gay sex or straight guys getting bred offends you, then go away and knit or something. Chapter one Wanting, Taking, Having Almost one hundred and thirty years ago, Oscar Wilde wrote ‘I can resist anything except temptation,’ so chances are he wasn’t referring to me specifically. Still, I often wonder if somehow he knew, or at least had some inkling about the temptations that guys like me deal with daily. God knows I try to be good but I haven’t been able to say no since the first time I tried tina. Unlike a lot of guys I know, I am not what you’d call a meth whore. My habits tend more toward pot and booze, but every few months I will engage in a rare weekend of puffing, playing and eventually pounding ass like it’s my last night on earth. This wouldn’t be quite so surprising if I wasn’t so clean cut and innocent looking. Truth is my unsuspecting demeanor and outer appearance are a product of my genetics and small town upbringing, while my perverted party-loving personality was a more recent development caused by a mix of curiosity, help from a friend and…temptation. During my late teens, I discovered parTying when I was hanging with a dude I’d met at a very cruisy public bathroom near my house. The whispers around the lockerroom filled my head with ideas as guys shared stories of forbidden sex acts in the dark stalls after dark, stories they attributed to buddies and older brothers, but likely came from personal experience. Each rumored blow job or hand job made my imagination run wild, and when my latest girl friend refused to go further than some groping through my shorts, I gave in and took a detour through the park to find out just how true these rumors were. Part of me expected to walk through the rusting metal doors and find nothing more than a stinky, poorly-maintained park restroom, and I wasn’t disappointed. Both stinky and poorly-maintained were the perfect descriptors for the small concrete block building, they just failed to describe the contents of the building: horny, sweaty men engaged in all sorts of depraved sex acts. Dim light from the one working light near the sink was more than enough to show me a collection of hot cocks filling palms and mouths at every doorless cubicle. Nervous and unsure of myself, I walked to the closest urinal and whipped out my dick, trying to piss with a full blown hard on. I willed my cock to go soft before anyone noticed, but no such luck as an older man stepped up to the urinal next to me and unzipped Glancing over, I tried to act nonchalant while memorizing the sight of the large uncut meat the man was stroking. My gaze floated up to his face and I realized he wasn’t even trying to look away, staring hard at my teen meat while licking his lips. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed my cock and swallowed it whole before I could stop him…not that I was going to, of course. Sensations shot from my penis up my spine and into my brain, eliciting a moan and a scream before I unloaded down his gullet in under a minute flat. Smiling, the man stood up, produced a business card, shoved it in my pocket and told me to let him know the next time I needed more service. Outside on a bench, I retrieved the card and squinted to read it by the lamplight overhead. All it had was the man’s first name “Dave,” with a phone number and email address. Balling it up, I almost threw it away when I heard another groan from the bathroom, and decided to pocket it instead. It took Dave some time and a few very dirty chat sessions to convince me to finally meet him at his house. Up ‘til then I had only been back to the bathroom twice, but I gave in when he showed me some photos of a few of the guys he’d invited to join us. It was still almost five months later before Dave tried to convince me to smoke tina. I’d seen him smoke it with some of the other guys and he’d made it clear I could join in if I wanted to, but I was still young and innocent and thought that all drugs were bad (thanks, school propaganda). One night, a few months later, he had me and another guy over to play, and after plying me with weed and some strong drinks, Dave offered again. Even though I’d declined numerous times before, he was always polite enough to offer. As usual I started to say no, but before I could, the third guy stopped me and insisted I try it. Turns out he was not just there to play, he was also Dave’s dealer, and he was touting how amazing this stuff was, swearing that I’d “never find anything better for your first REAL high.” I am not sure if my response surprised me or Dave more, but for some reason, I said okay. Nervous and scared, I listened as the dealer, Aaron, explained what to do with the pipe. Watching him fill the bowl with white crystals, my mind was spinning wondering what the hell I was getting myself into and not hearing a single word Aaron was saying. I tried to watch what he did and imitate him, but after it took three or four tries to light the torch, I was too eager and didn’t wait for the crystals to melt and ended up getting nothing. “Here, lemme do it bro,” Aaron took the torch and pipe and held them in front of me, showing me exactly what to do. “Okay Rhett, hit it…now.” While I inhaled the clean white smoke, my mind began comparing it to pot, noting how much cleaner it tasted and wondering how much I should take. As I exhaled, all of that disappeared, along with any other thoughts in my head, replaced with just one idea: must smoke more! Within seconds I knew I’d be hitting it as much and as deep as I could that night. The only thing I knew I wanted more than the tina was cock… and lots of it. By the time the party ended, almost 24 hours had passed and I’d fucked both guys twice and sucked them off a couple times. My parents were furious that I’d disappeared so long, but I told them some lame story about my car breaking down way out in the boonies where I had no cell service, and spending the night on the backseat waiting for someone to stop and help me. Their anger became concern and I ended up with a new phone from the deal. It freaked me out how much I liked partying. So much so that I stayed away from Dave and any and all drugs for three months before getting a text including a picture of Aaron and Dave shirtless while the back of some guy’s head sat at their feet, groping their bulges. Once again, temptation got the best of me and I was headed back to his house. Just a few hits and I found myself pounding Dave’s ass while Aaron screwed some twink I recognized from my school’s drama club. Before tina, I would never have let a guy I knew see me like that, but now I could care less.

Part 4 I put the clothes on that Master gave me, which consisted of a pair of yellow spandex shorts and a white tank top, both of which were way too small for me. The shorts barely reached past my groin, hugging my muscle ass and prominently displayed my caged up cock. Master looked me up and down saying, "well, you're overdressed, but we have to go out in public." Grabbing the leash and a black bag, he led me out the door. Realizing what a slut I looked like, I hesitated momentarily, but a hard yank on the leash pulled me outside. I walked with my head down, embarrased, to his van while strangers laughed at me. Master just threw me in the back of the van and off we drove. Shortly we arrived at an adult bookstore, a particularly sleazy looking one, and I was led inside. "On your knees pig!" I was ordered. "You will always crawl on your hands and knees unless were outside!" I obeyed while he led me up to the counter. "Got a new one I see." said the older man working there. "Yup," said Master, "fresh as of last night, but we're working on that," he laughed. "I hope the special room is avaiable. I need to leave my chemslut somewhere for a few hours." "It is," the man answered, "it's still early, there's only a couple guys back there at the moment. It'll get busier. You know Saturday's are always a good day. He should be quite popular." "I'm sure he will be." said Master as he was pulling off my clothes. "We'll just leave these up here." With that he led me into the back. The guys that were already there were older and enjoyed watching a teen jock being led naked to the special room. Basically it was like any video booth with glory holes on each side, with a few differences. For one, it was the only booth that had a hanging light bulb, illuminating the booth. On the wall opposite the door was a chain attached, which Master padlocked to my collar. It allowed enough room to move between the glory holes, but not enough to reach the door, and certainly not to leave. Above, pointing down, were two video cameras aimed to catch all the action. The final difference in this room was a drain in the middle of the floor. Reaching into his bag, Master pulled out a baggie of powder and proceeded to lay out two fat lines on the dirty cement floor. Handing me a straw, I didn't need to be told what to do. I snorted the lines off the floor while Master laughed at me. "Look what a pig you're becoming. Snorting lines off a dirty floor that men have pissed and cum on. And you were once so proud. I'm leaving now, I know I don't have to tell you what to do." With that he left. I was alone, chained in a sleazy bookstore, tweaking and horny. A cock came through a hole, and I immediately started sucking it, knowing it belonged to one of those old men I saw. I didn't care. I dove on it and sucked it for all I was worth. It didn't take long before he was feeding me a load of hot cum, pumping it down my throat. As he finished, the door opened and an ugly fat guy walked in and dropped his pants. Without a word he grabbed my hips and shoved his hard cock right in my ass. I moaned like a whore as he sunk it deep in me, just happy to have another cock in me. He pumped me hard, his fat belly slapping against my rock hard ass cheeks for at least 15 minutes before he pumped my guts with his sperm. Pulling out he shoved his dirty cock in my mouth and I greedily sucked it clean. Then he pulled out and started to piss on me, drenching my face, my golden blond hair, and my tan muscular body. I just wallowed in it. After the fat man left, a few minutes later another man entered the booth. A big black man. "Oh yea! We got some nice young white pussy today!" he said. "I hope you can take a big cock, cause even if you can't, you will!" He dropped his pants to reveal a cock bigger than mine. It had to be at least 12 inches, and FAT. He didn't waste a moment and shoved that monster right in me. I howled as he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust. "Oh yea, that's some good pussy. Love to feel it spasm on my cock!" As he started his pounding, an anonymous cock poked through the hole. The black man just grabbed my hair and rammed my face down on the cock. With my hair in his fist he brutally slammed the cock in and out of my throat while he battered my ass. I just grunted like a pig while I was brutally spit roasted. I was eventually rewarded with sperm being pumped in both my horny holes. That's how my day went. I was indeed the most popular pig of the day. A chemed up teenage jock slut doesn't happen every day, and the men made sure to take advantage of the opportunity. By the time Master came to get me, several hours later, I was a cum dripping, slimey, piss covered mess. My knees were scraped raw and bloody. Master sat there and watched the last few men use me before he finally had to call it quits, much to the chagrin of those still waiting their turn. "Sorry guys," Master said, "my pig has to move along to his next appointment. You're welcome to join us later at Club Taurus for more fun." With that he unchained me from the wall and threw my clothes at me, leading me out to his van and our next adventure.

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

About 15 years ago, there was an adult bookstore here in Las Vegas that was attached to a straight strip club. Both the ABS and the Strip Club were owned by the same company. It was close to the strip hotels, so both the bookstore arcade and the strip club were quite active at night. The unique feature of this set up was that there was a door going from the club directly into the abs video arcade. When entering the arcade from the club, there were four "live girl show" booths that guys could go into, drop some money and watch the naked girl behind the glass. Directly across from those booths were four small video booths. With 2 glory holes between them. Well, as you can imagine, in the evenings, there would be a lot of horny str8 guys, that got all boned up with the strippers, getting lap dances, or watching the girl finger her pussy behind the glass. So then they'd come into one of the 4 booths with g/h's for a quick bj before turning in for the night. One night I was there about 2am. The strip club was packed. I was able to score a spot in one of the glory hole booths. I entered the booth. I fed money into the machine, took off my pants and knelt at the g/h. It wasn't more than a minute before I saw the door of the adjoining booth open. In walked a tall, masculine, muscular, burly guy, probably late 40's, walk in and lock the door. He put money into the machine, then pulled his cock out of the zipper. Even flaccid, his dick was an impressive 7" uncut. He stroked for a few minutes until it was starting to getting hard. I motioned with my finger through the hole, that I was there to suck. He turned and pushed his semi hard cock through the hole. I quickly wrapped my lips around it and felt it continue to harden. He must have hardened to a length of 8"s. I sucked and chewed on his foreskin. Then pushed the foreskin back with my lips and sucked on his cockhead. He had obviously been leaking a lot of precum as he watched the strippers. I could taste the sweet, pungent dried cum on his cock. I would take his cock as far to the back of my throat as I could. Then come up to the head and circle my tongue on his cockhead. Then he started to pump his cock in my mouth. I could feel his cock harden even more and throb. Soft groaning was coming through the wall. Then I felt the warm shot of cum fill my mouth. I tried to savor it. But he quickly pulled his cock from my mouth. Put it in his pants, zipped and left the booth. Load one was sliding down my throat and into my gut. No sooner had he left the booth, when it opened again and another guy entered. This one was in his early 20's. 5'9"(ish), college jock type. Sandy blond hair. There was enough money in the machine from the previous guy, so the video still had a lot of time left on it. So this kid locked the door, unzipped and immediately put his already rock hard cock into the hole. He had an impressive 7"s. Cut and already oozing precum. I licked the precum from his cockhead. Damn, it was sweet. I quickly dove on his cock. Again, taking him to the back of my throat. I sucked up and down. Occasionally changing to licking up and down the underside of his cock. Then licking the underside of his cockhead. He was super horny. I'm not sure I've tasted so much precum dripping from a guys cock. As with a lot of horny str8 guys that hit the booths, they're already so fuckin' horny, that they cum very quickly. This kid definitely did. In just a couple of minutes, he was filling my mouth with his sweet load. Once he had zipped and left the booth, the next guy quickly entered. This guy appeared to be mid 50's. A bit on the heavy side. Not nearly as good looking as the previous two guys. But I didn't really care. I was just hungry for dick. He slipped a few dollars into the machine, then unzipped. Pulling out fattest cock of the night. He was already partially hard. He had to have about 6 or 7"s. But extremely thick. I motioned at the hole that I wanted his dick. And he quickly moved to the hole and slid it through for me. Since it was so thick, I had difficulty getting the whole thing into my throat. But he was obviously enjoying my mouth as he continued to harden. Then he pulled out and moved his face to the hole. I hear him whisper to me, "Do you fuck"? Without saying a word, I stood, grabbed my bottle of poppers that was on the bench nearby. I spit on my fingers and lubed up my ass. I turned and placed my asshole up to the g/h. I heard him spit, then felt him pushing more saliva into my hole with his fingers. I took a couple of deep hits of the poppers. Knowing how thick he was, I knew I was going to need the assistance of poppers to be able to take him. He slipped his raw cock slowly up inside me. Held it there for a few minutes for me to adjust to the girth. I took another hit of poppers as I felt him begin to slowly fuck my ass. Each of his thrusts would go deeper inside me. Then he started to quicken his pace. My ass was relaxing and enjoying the ride. He fucked me for nearly 10 mins before I heard him begin to groan, then he slammed up deep inside and held it there as he unloaded his spunk into my raw hole. Before he could pull out, I slid off him, turned, dropped to my knees and tasted his cum and my ass on his cum soaked cock. I cleaned him off, then he pulled up his pants and left. I stayed for another hour or so. Completely hogging the booth from the other cum pigs that were trying to get their share of str8 dick. I took so many loads that evening that I lost track. But that was the only one I took in my ass that evening. Sadly the str8 strip club closed a year or so later. The arcade is still there. But under new ownership. It's just not the same. But that was one of my more memorable Piggy days at that Vegas cock palace.

Lol Tallallman, the rimseat scene with me on my back, legs pinned back being fisted while eating out a guys ass IS from a real session

I like both ways, and am happy to provide either the big white cock or the tight white hole. Stereotypes aside, I have topped more with black guys than I have been topped.

I dunno. I do get the desire of men who take on a leadership role in society enjoying being a sub in the bedroom. That's very common. I guess what bothers me most about the bitch/cunt namecalling is the misogyny involved. If you want to get put down while you're having sex, that's your kink. But when, in the process of that, you end up perpetuating (however unintentionally) some rather nasty attitudes towards women, then I got a bit of a problem with that. In the same vein, I'd never call a black guy I was with a "nigger" in the bedroom, even if that was his thing. There's just something inherently wrong with that. To be honest, I got a bit of a problem with "faggot" too. I think there are ways of giving you what you want that don't carry all of that additional freight. There are ways of degrading you without disrespecting you, if that makes sense.

I think that it's a foregone conclusion how most guys on this forum will vote. I can only say in my personal experience, I love watching my very white seed ooze out of a hot Black ass. It shows we exactly where I need to felch....

3: THE FUCK Joey: "Uncle, please, just stop now." Clark: "Listen here, I'm trying to show you how to get your girlfriend back. So start acting like a little bitch and I'm gonna give you what bitches get. Now get ready because we're moving on to the next lesson." He gave my ass a little munch, sending tingles throughout my entire body. A few more seconds with his tongue and then the hardest slap he's given me so far. He put both of his hands on my back, pushing it into an arch and my ass up in the air. All I could do is stay there in disbelief of what my Uncle was about to do to me. Joey -whimpering-: "Unc- are you gonna at least put a condom on." Clark -softly-: "Only if that'll make you more okay with this." Joey: "It really would." Clark: "Then give me a second." He walked out of the room briefly. I contemplated leaving but I was still just frozen in disbelief, bending over his couch like a whore. By the time I had a clear thought, he was back in the room with a condom in his hand. Clark -smile-: "Glad you stuck around." Joey: "I wasn't really even sure how to leave." Clark: "I'm gonna take that as you liking this then. Is that the case?" Joey: "Uncle, just don't." He spit on his fingers and pushed them into my already open ass. He worked them in and out, while commenting on how beautiful of a hole I had. Clark: "Come on, you're saying this doesn't feel good?" Joey -moan/grunt-: "Uncle, just stop saying that." Clark: "Yeah boy, you like it. This is what you're girlfriend wants you know. Now maybe you'll understand. Ready?" I didn't even get to answer. He put his hands on the small of my back again and aimed his dick towards my hole. Clark: "I already went slowly with the fingers, so let's speed this up a bit. Shall we?" Before he hit his question he already had the tip inside of me and it was entering my virgin hole at a steady pace. I was grunting and moaning, both out of humiliation and surprise pleasure. He must've been about halfway in when he took it out and then just slammed into me all at once. I just winced with fear and lost my breath for a moment. But he kept it in there until the pain subsided. Clark: "Hard part's already over boy. Here on out, just enjoy." He took it out and started pumping steadily. He went in and out of my hole carefully trying not to hurt me. But with each thrust, I felt his pubes press into my ass. He left one hand on my back and reached around and grabbed my dick. Clark: "Oh look at this, you're dripping." Joey -grunting-: "Uncle, please shut up." Clark: "Nothing wrong with enjoying it boy, but now that I know you're cock is good and hard. It's time for things to get a little rougher. Remember, right now. You're my bitch." With that last word he thrusted into me as hard as he could. He took it out slowly and thrusted hard again. He kept this up for what felt like a long time. Clark: "Goddamn your hole is so fucking good. Or should I say my hole since you're my bitch now. Yeah, my fucking hole." Joey: "-grunting-" His pace quickened so that the sound of our skin slapping against each other was echoing throughout the entire room. Clark: "Oh fuck Joey, this ass is gold! My new fucking fucktoy." Joey: "-grunting-" Clark: "Damn and you wanted it so bad you never even noticed I didn't slip on that condom." Joey -scared-: "What the fuck! Uncle Clark!" I try to fight but it's futile. He's so much stronger than me and his hands are still on my back. As I fight he moves them to my shoulder and really drives his dick in while he holds me in place. Clark: "Yeah boy, keep your fucking back arched. I wanna see that ass take my dick. Still leaking boy?!" Joey: "..." He smacks my ass hard. Clark: "Show your Uncle Clark some respect boy. Answer me!" He smacks it again and checks himself. He reaches the hand that checks and puts it into my mouth. Clark: "That taste like precum boy?" I can't even answer because he leaves his finger there. I just grunt while he keeps fucking me. Clark: "Yeah that's some fucking precum. Feel free to jack whenever you're comfortable. But keep in mind you are not my priority. You cum and I haven't, you're gonna sit and stay until I'm done." He takes his fingers out of my mouth. Clark: "What do you say to that, hmm? Gonna admit you like it yet? Cock says you do." Joey: "FuuuUCK." Clark: "What was that?" Joey -grunting-: "Fuck, I' won't admit yet!" Clark: "All I heard was yet." His pace quickens and then slows down. When he slows down he thrusts into me harder until he pulls out of me completely. Joey: "Are you gonna jack off on me now?" Clark: "You fucking wish boy. There is only one place this load is going and it's not on your chest." Joey: "What the fuck does that mean!" He doesn't even answer me, just turns me over and throws my back onto the couch. He orders me to lift my legs and I try, but he grabs them anyway and admires my ass for a second before driving his dick back in. Clark: "Now I can look at the pleasure on your face as I do this." He slams into me and I grunt. Clark: "Look of pure pleasure. Come on, moan for my dick." I stop fighting back the sounds my body is so desperate to make and I begin to moan as he fucks my ass harder and harder. He doesn't take his eyes off of my face. Clark: "Come on, look at me boy." I do. Clark: "Yeah that's right. Tell me you like it now.: Joey -grunting-:" I-uh.." Clark: "That's it, let it out." Joey: "Oh FUCK it feels good!" He kisses me on my lips, which was the most surprising thing of the night. Clark: "When you fuck your girl; fuck her hard and like she wants, but don't forget to let her know you love her too. Take a tender moment and then just drive your point back in." He thrusts into me what felt like the deepest all night. Clark: "Alright whore, fucking jack your dick. It's still dripping all over your stomach." He was right, I looked down at my abs and saw precum just flowing all over the place. I started jacking off. Clark: "Keep your eyes on mind and tell me what you're thinking." Joey -locking eyes-: "Oh fuck this feels amazing. I never knew!" Clark: "Yeah? You like this?" He thrusts into me deep again. Joey: "Yeah that felt so fucking great." Clark: "Good. Just like an eager little fuckboy. You don't even mind that I'm in raw now, do you? Joey: "Oh fuck, I forgot!" I fight a little but he's over me and has me firmly in place. Clark: "Doesn't fucking matter that you forgot, cuz you're a little faggot now." Joey -moaning-: "I'm no-not a fa-faggot." Clark: "Your dick say otherwise. Faggot." Joey: "Stop saying that." Clark: "You're still jacking off. Faggot." Joey -whisper-: "Stop." He moves his hands from my ankles to my chest and kisses me again before using me to prop himself up and drive hard again. Clark: "Damn, you have a tight chest eager little fuckboy. That's right, keep jacking your dick." I do as he says, and I feel a sudden urge growing in my cock. My natural response is to jack off harder. Joey: "Oh fuck!" Clark: "You about to cum faggot?!" Joey: "Oh fuck I think so." Clark: "Good fucking faggot." He keeps plowing into me and my urge is growing stronger. Clark: "I'm about to bust my own load. Where do you want it to go?" Joey: "Oh fuck, anywhere! Just keep fucking me! I'm about to, oh fuck!" He's still driving into me. Clark: "Yeah my little nephew is about to be bred for the first fucking time. Breeding you like my own whore." Joey: "Oh fuck, breed me then! Just keep fucking me! Breed me, breed me! Oh fuck, I'm cumming-- I'm cumming!" I shoot spurt after spurt of my own load. Most of it hits me in the face, some also lands on my chest. Joey: "Oh fuck." Clark: "Hell yeah oh fuck!" He takes some of the load off of my face. Clark: "I'm about to fucking bust. Suck your cum off of my fucking fingers." He put his fingers in my mouth again and I just sucked them clean. His other hands was feeling my abs and his gaze was all over my body. Clark: "Oh fuck yeah, it's coming! Oh fuck. I can't believe I get to breed your virgin ass. Fuck Joey, fuck!" Joey: "Oh yeah, cum inside of me." He started pounding me faster while I still sucked my cum off his fingers. Before I knew it, he was pounding me slower and I could feel spurts of his load feed my hole. He kept it pumping slowly until there was nothing left to pump and his dick went soft, then he took it out and let my legs down. We both stood up; me stretching my legs and him catching his breath. We made eye contact and just smiled. Clark: "That. Is how you will get your fucking girlfriend back." Before I could even talk, he started up again. Clark: "Go get her back now. Go take her from wherever she is to wherever you go. And fuck her like I just fucked you. Any aggression you have towards me right now, let it motivate your sexual drive. Go, now!" Joey: "But I gotta clean up first." Clark: "No fucking way. You go fuck her with my load in your ass. Think of it while you blow her mind. Now leave." Just like I was doing all night, I listened to him. I grabbed my clothes and I walked out the door. Enlightened to a whole new world of sex.

Dad: “Fuck.. fuck.. fuck… fuck me… fuck me… “, I groaned to the slapping sounds of Sam’s body slapping against my ass, “I want it”, “Oh yeah? So hot .. uhhhh… tell me… tell me what you want”, “I want… your…. Cum… Sam”, I said between breathes, “I really want IT”, stressing the word “IT”. I love Sam’s cock its so hot, almost 9 inches and I love feeling every vein when he guides it in. With Cody being at home I haven’t been over to Sam’s for a while and we’ve both been going crazy to get back to a regular fuck schedule. “…still off my meds … its going on 4 weeks, you’re going to get a big load of unmedicated poz cum today -- making me wait on your hole.”, “Oh fuck…”, the words rang through my head and made me dizzy. Sam said this to me the last time we fucked but now it really made me realize, he was fucking me and he was going to breed me with HIV+ cum deep inside my hiv- ass. I could literally be HIV+ after this session or the next, I might already be. Either way we both knew he would keep fucking me and I would keep taking his cum. Sam kept banging my hole, and my head was swirling, poz cum, being HIV+, Cod, what if I get infected? What if he gets infected? I just kinda blurted it out, “BREED ME SAM!”, it just came out of me. “Yeah you do want me to knock you up? Hot fucker.. Don’t worry I’m going to be breeding you a long time and I’m not taking meds until you’re poz.” “Fuck! Fuck yeah…”, my legs were up around Sam’s neck and he was using my ass deep and hard now with intent and a deep, steady rhythm. “I’m so close Mark, I’m getting there, I’m going to pump my HIV+ seed into you and you’re going to keep it there.”, “Fuck .. I know.. I want it”, “Say it… say what you really want, tell me.”, “I love sex between us Sam, I want to be HIV+, I want it to happen.”, “What about Cody?”, “What about him?”, “Are you going to pass HIV+ cum to him, or are you going to wimp out and not fuck him anymore?”. I haven’t fucked Cod even once after his return from college, I think he was feeling hurt, I wanted to fuck him every day and I knew it, eventually, it will happen, “I’m going to fuck him, Sam.”, “And you know he will probably end up HIV+ too? You sure you’re ok with that?” My ass felt so good, I was so horny and Sam was riding me with those long, deep strokes, “Yeah..”, “Yeah?”, “Yes. I want that. I want to fuck Cody, I want to breed him. If he goes poz from our sex, it’ll be so fucking hot.”, “Fuck yeah Mark, .. so twisted”, “Fuuuuck… I know”. Sam could barely talk he was making that noise he makes, the grunting, I knew he was close, “Gonnna fucking nut.. uhhhhh.. uhhhhh… gonna.. FUCKKKKKKKKKK! CUMMMMMMMMMMM”, Sam’s orgasm took over his body and just like that he was breeding me. It seemed like a huge load of his poz sperm jetted out of his cock directly into me; I was officially chasing, he knew it – and now I knew it. From this point I knew we’d have purpose in our sex with his intent to infect me with his HIV, “FUCK! FUCK! Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck”, he groaned and really he dumped his load in me. “Fuck! Fuck! That’s so fucking hot.. give it to me, poz me”, I said it just like that, “I’m gonna knock you up boy”, “I want to be HIV+”. He was out of breathe, but leaned down to kiss me and I was all over him; his cock slipped out, but I kept my hole tight so I didn’t lose his seed. He broke our kiss, “Turn over, I’m not done.”, I looked at him intently, “Turn over”, he said again. I moved my legs down and positioned on my stomach, “Doggy style”, “Again?”, “Yes. I’m so worked up I need to cum again while I’m still hard and horny”. I moved again and positioned my ass in the air, without saying anything Sam’s cock entered me all the way without any resistance, “mmmmmm” we both kind of moaned at the same time. “Fuck yeah… breed me again, give me another load.”, “You’re getting it pig, just you wait you’re going to get what I got.”, he started a fast rhythm, all the way in, and all the way out, followed by quick jabs. I had read about bugchasing and thought it was just too crazy, but now, with Sam’s infected cum in me I knew it was what I wanted. And if Sam was intent on sharing his seed and infecting a neg hole I was intent on being a breeding ground for his bug. “Fuck .. fuck... fuck… so hot… love that hole”, honestly I had been barebacking with lots of different men, I was kind of surprised I wasn’t already poz, of course I hadn’t tested, maybe I already was? I decided I’d get tested after the weekend so I could tell Sam and let him know for sure that if I’m neg. This way, if I’m not poz, we will know its his cum doing the deed and bringing, and eventually Cod, me into the brotherhood of poz men. I was so hard. Cod: I heard Dad’s car pull-up, he was back from one of his runs. I’m so horny for cum right now. I can’t help but think that unless he’s exhausted I want and need my Dad’s cock inside me. “Cod!”, I hear him yell, “Where are you?”, “..bedroom”. I was still naked, I liked sleeping late on Sundays and I hate clothes; he came in and just looked at me. He started to undress… neither of us really said anything, our eyes remained locked though while he quickly stripped. He stepped towards the bed and grabbing me a little rough. In a flash he’s kissing me intensely, “Daddy needs to fuck his boy.”, “… MMMM yes”, I moaned, “I need my Daddy.” I was so horny for it, I grabbed lube from the night stand and positioned my legs up, ass exposed, before he can say anything else or change his mind. We have been having lots of hot sex but he hadn’t been fucked yet and I was ready for a big load of Daddy’s cum deep inside me; this would be the first time I’d had cum inside me since Todd fucked me months ago. A quick squirt and I can feel the lube kind of chilly on my hole and my Dad using it on himself. A moan escape me, he’s just teasing my hole with his cock, “FUCK ME! Please, Daddy”, I offer to him in my youngest sounding boy voice. I need it so bad, he just kept rubbing my hole -- teasing me. “My baby boy needs his Daddy’s bare cock?”, it wasn’t really a question he knows I want and need it -- badly. "Please, Dad, please give me your cock.", I begged. Dad: Words cannot express how happy I was that Cod started to beg for my cock. Cody belonged to me, and I needed him to belong to my cock again. Even if Cody got a taste of someone else's dick, he would always come back to his Dad for sex. I lifted his legs up high over my shoulders, I leaned over Cody and stared down at my son. When he saw my face so close, square and handsome, looking down at him, his asshole flared and opened up. I moved my mouth over my boy’s and pushed my bare cock into his cum hole. Cod gasped, as I expected him to, I took that opportunity to shove my tongue into his mouth. My entire eight plus inches plunged into my son, rearranging his guts, I just kept kissing him. In my mind all I can think about is Sam asking me, “Are you going to pass it to him, or are you going to wimp out and stop fucking him?”, stressing the word “IT”. All the way in, I pulled away a bit and rubbed Cod’s stomach, my pubes tickling his balls. "You ready?" I asked with a smile. "Uh huh", Cod mumbled. Cod: Dad's dick was bigger than Todd’s and he was hitting some new spots; the position was a little uncomfortable. Dad pulled back, withdrawing at least seven inches of his man-meat. He plunged back in causing a bit of a whine and moaned at the same time from me, my face contorted and breathing quickened. "You all right, boy?", a little gruff realizing that Cody was having a hard time taking his cock, it had been too long. "I just gotta get used to you again, Dad." I said breathing hard, I was kind of embarrassed by my inadequacies at taking his cock but now that he’s fucking me I knew it would be a regular thing again. Dad started to get into a good rhythm and he was long-dicking me now. A good six or seven inches were coming in and out with each of his thrusts. As Dad bottomed out deep inside me, a dull pain went through my body; Todd’s cock never hurt this much. The pain in my chest was causing me to go into sensory overload. I started to buck my hips against my Father's cock; it hurt, but I loved every second. “Love your sweet cum hole baby boy”, and he pushed his whole cock into me as he said it. "Cod, you’re smelling slutty right now - like man ass and cum. You like being your Dad's cum whore?", he asked. I could only nod, my mouth was open and my tongue was hanging out. Dad couldn't resist my open mouth apparently and I found him doing something else we had never done before as he pulled up a big loogie and spit into my mouth. "You gonna cum for me, Cod? You gonna get off while I’m breeding your tight boy ass?", I nodded again. I grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, clamping down my ass muscles, this caused lots of moans of approval from Dad. He grabbed on to my nipples, one in each hand, and started to twist hard. At the same time, he was really pounding my butt hole with short, hard thrusts. I gasped a bit and leaned back, closing my eyes. I can feel Dad's dick sliding through my ass, hitting all the right spots inside me. Dad’s twisting my nipples like two dials on an old radio. I’m so into it, I start bucking my hips up and down to meet Dad's thrusts, and suddenly I felt it -- I was about to cum while Dad’s dick was deep inside me. My whole body was convulsing, Dad slapped me on the face. "Use it for me, Cod.", he said as he shoved his dick deep into me, "Milk my dick while you cum. Use your orgasm to get me off." The slap brought me out of the orgasm haze I was going into and I started to clamp my ass muscles down hard around Dad's dick. The feeling of my muscles trying to close but not being able to only added to the feelings in my dick. I felt it, and then I shot five ropes of cum with Dad's cock buried deep inside. My abs and the head board were literally painted with my jizz. "Oh yeah, son. That feels so good." Dad moaned, "Pull the cum out of my dick. You want Daddy’s seed?”, he knew I did. I couldn’t think, I just gave his cock more squeezes to show him what I needed. Dad: “Fuck!... ohh fuckkkk Cod, here it comes boy, your Daddy’s load is going to breed you deep, maybe knock you up”, I felt my cock so hard and then my orgasm took over, “Ohhhhhh .. fuck… ohhhhhh… cummmmming” and I started to unload deep inside his ass for the first time in years. I could barely think but I could hear myself talking to Sam, “I’m going to fuck him, Sam ……. I want to breed him. If he goes poz from our sex, it’ll be so fucking hot.”, those thoughts raced through my head as I was breeding my son. I let Sam fuck HIV+ cum into me and now I was fucking my boy and possibly sharing HIV+ cum with him. Cod was just staring at me, he was elated, I bend over to kiss him, but made sure to keep my dick deep inside him the way Sam had done all those times with me.

Part 3 I tried to get comfortable in the confines of the cage, but I was too large for it. I could kneel, bent over, but the wire bottom dug painfully into my knees. I eventually settled on my side in the fetal position. I tried to rest, but I was so wired I just lay there, my mind spinning. It had been less than 12 hours since I was a cocky teen God, lording my perfection over the leather queens. Now here I was, in a cage, having been chemed up, brutally raped for hours, and plugged with a gut full of God only knows whose cum. My asshole throbbed around the plug, burning and raw, yet all I could think about was getting more cock. Suddenly a large t.v. turned on and I turned my head to see what was up. To my horror, there I was on screen, bound in the sling, getting fucked like there was no tomorrow. I instantly realized my predicament. My fate was truely out of my hands. The crazy thing was the more I watched my rape, the more I wanted to be fucked. My asshole instinctively clenched and sucked on the plug buried in me. I was truely transforming into a jock slut. After what must have been a few hours of watching myself be ravaged, my new Master came back into the room. He carried a glass pipe and held it up to my mouth through the cage. I didn't even hesitate as he lit the bowl. I sucked the sweet white smoke deep into my lungs, and soon was spinning again. Opening the cage he reached in and fastened a collar around my neck, attaching a leash to it and pulled me out of the cage. I started to stand and was immediately floored with a hard kick right on my nuts with his steel toed boots. "I didn't tell you to stand, whore!" he admonished me as I writhed in pain on the floor. "Let me explain what's what. I own you pig! I did my research, I know everything about you, and I know you have no family in this city. I know your estranged from your parents back in Nebraska, so they won't miss you. I have someone emptying out your apartment, and I know enough people to make you "dissapear". In a couple days we are out of here, back to where I live, where you will be nothing more than my fucked up, jock slut, cumdump slave. At least till I tire of you, or wear you out...whichever comes first. The last slave lasted 4 years till he was so used up and worthless, I dumped him in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't even sell him. What became of him, I don't know or care. But he wasn't the prime specimen you are! You're going to please me well!" I shuddered as I fully realized what I was becoming. But somehow I wanted it. Last night taught me something new about myself I never knew. I WAS born to be a fucked up cumdump! Master reached behind me and yanked out the plug, releasing a flood of cum. Quickly he rammed a syringe in my jockcunt and injected more T into my body, then quickly jammed the plug back in me. He then tossed me some clothing and told me to get dressed, it was time for my next adventure.

Part 2... My hole was filled with the huge dildo on the machine, and a big hard cut thick cock, plus my throat was being fucked. I was high on Tina, and kept high with the poppers. The guy double fucking me with the machine was controlling the speed, and he started pushing his cock into me as the machine was sliding out...alternating the fucking I was getting. As the guy fucking my throat started moaning, the guy fucking me and using the machine sped the pace up too...and I moaned a deep guttural moan of pure lust, my moan vibrating my throat around the cock fucking my mouth and throat, pushing him over the edge. I felt his cock swell in my throat, at the same time my ass fucking intensified, and then the guy blew his load down my throat...making me gulp with lust... The machine stopped and guys changed places, my mouth now full of the cock that was just double fucking my hole with the machine... I could taste the cum from the guy who blew in my throat, plus my clear ass juice and the pre cum from the cock now in my mouth. Another hard this time thicker cock was pushed into my hole along side the machine, and this guy, instead of alternating with the machine, fucked me with the same strokes, opening and loosening my fucked cunthole even more...while I was fed poppers and throat fucked by the hot sweaty hung hunk in my throat. This continued until all the guys had double fucked my hole with the machine and blown down my throat. I was now told to have a quick break, and go and have a wash up ready for the next session of ass wrecking. I did so, and had a good wash using the amazing douche head and feeling the warm water flood my guts, build up and then flush out...seeing loads of my ass juices wash away, as well as cleaning out some brown that had built up a little...till I was completely clean and fresh ready to go. I dried off, went back to the room and was given a bottle of icy cold gatorade, and was told to drink up pig, a nice cold drink and a dose of G, that will make you even more of a pig slut. I didn't hesitate, and gulped down the refreshing cold liquid, getting sluttier knowing what was coming. I finished the drink and was told to lie on my back on the floor. I did so, and a rim seat was placed over me, and one of the guys sat on it, and my legs were pulled up and right back, his legs went over mine and pinned me back in this awesome position...my hole completely exposed and pulsating, his hole in reach of my tongue. I was told to lie still, and I felt the familiar band and cold wipe, followed by a slight prick. I was told that when I was slammed to ride it and relax, and eat out the fresh clean hole in front of me. I said fuck yeah, and the plunger was depressed and the strap removed and WHAM, I was flying...and i rode it and focused on the beautiful clean hairless hole in front of me. I slowly pushed my tongue into that hot pink hole, pushing deeper and deeper, hearing the guy moan, and then I felt a tongue in my hole, and I moaned and twirled my tongue around in the guys hole, just the tip of my tongue twirling around inside his hole. Next thing I felt the tongue removed from my hole, and I felt the wetness of a lot of lube being rubbed on my hole. I was told to stop rimming for a sec, and take six big hits of poppers. I did as I was told, and then laid my head back and got my tongue back inside the guys sweet hole...and I felt a fist starting to wriggle around and press against my mancunt. This made me moan which really got the guy going who I was rimming, as with my tongue so deep inside him the moans caused a vibration of signals of pure bliss and pleasure to ripple up and through him, causing him to moan out a ooooh fuuuucccck...... The guy working my hole open was an expert, and he was already in past his wrist... and when he was in, he would clench his fist and slowly pull out, stretching my hole right open, and he would hold it there for a second or two, then unclench and push back in...I could feel him moving ever so slightly deeper with each thrust...I could feel his fingers slowly probing my already loosened second sphincter.. sending me wild with waves if pleasure and lust going through me, causing me to moan even more. There was a hesitation, and the guy I was rimming and deep tongue penetrating exchanged places with another...and then the pleasure continued. Every now and again a hot wet mouth made its way over my cock, causing more ripples of pleasure and cum to just continuously leak out. Then I felt the guy fisting me pause while he was right out, and start again, and I began to feel a slight scraping and a burning sensation...I was getting a booty bump! I could feel an anal orgasm building up inside, and yelled out fuck me, open my mancunt, fuck yeah, fuck my hungry hole...own my hole...I felt another guy down beside the one fisting me, and he was inserting fingers in with the other guys fist, and I felt pressure and then uncontrollably I pushed out, and pushed my hole wide open and over his fist, swallowing two fists up inside me, moaning and moaning in pure orgasm and lust, and eating out the hole in front of me with such frenzy that it pushed out, smothering me in it's soft fleshy rosebud and clear ass juices... To be continued

I have long foreskin that can keep a lot of cheese

I learned my lesson about engaging in fantasy play with someone you don't really know. Boy did I learn it-- the hard way! Lke most slutty bottoms, I always had a rape fantasy. The details often varied but it always involved me not really seeing the guy's face ever and being "force fucked." Well, I started chatting with a Dom Top on gay.com (back in the day) and confessed this fantasy in one of our conversations. "I can make this happen," he told me. Instantly I boned up, but was also very nervous. I was still a semi-novice bottom at this point and not the full-fledged cum whore I am today. After much more conversation, he convinced me to come over that Saturday evening. I showed up at the door at the appointed time, even 'though I strongly debated chickening-out. Of course. Now I sorta wish I had, but hindsight is always 20/20. I knocked and heard him say "Come in." The motel room was dark, except for the glow of the ember on his cigarette. "You know what to do." I did know because we discussed how things would begin. I was to strip down to my underwear, and put on the hood that would be waiting on the bed. This way I wouldn't see any faces. I did as I was told and sat on the bare mattress. "Good. Now, are you sure you want to be raped tonight boy?" he asked. "I think so, sir." "I'll take the boner in your underwear as a 'yes'. Okay, so this is going to be intense so I'm giving you a "safe word" to use if you feel things are too much beyond what you can handle. The word is 'firetruck'. Got it?" "Yes sir. Firetruck." "Good boy. Now we're going to begin. Roll over on your stomach and lay on the bed." I did as I was told and waited. I heard him rummaging around in a bag and then come back to the bed. I then felt him start to fasten leather cuffs to my wrists. "Um... What's happening? I don't remember any talk about bondage," I asked. "You want a rape scene, boy. For that you need to be restrained. Feeling helpless. Otherwise it's just another fuck." His explanation sounded logical so I went with it. The next thing I knew he was clipping my wrists to restraints at either side of the top of the mattress. He similarly bound my ankles, so after about five minutes I found myself hooded and tied spread eagle on a bare motel mattress. Then he made a call. "Yeah, the stupid fucker actually showed up... Yup, he's all tied up 'n' ready for it. Oh, you're gonna like it. Sweet bubble butt to plow. Oh yeah, bring him too, but he has to go last. I don't want him wrecking that cunt too much before I get in there. Okay. See you soon." Then he hung-up. The room was silent. "Um... We didn't talk about their being others involved either," I said, feeling a bit of panic start to creep up inside. "If you're gonna get raped, might as well be gang raped" he nonchalantly remarked. More silence. My anxiety slowly built-up. All I could hear were the slow drags off of his cigarette and then the noisy exhalation of the smoke. Then he got up and went to the bathroom sink and filled a glass. He came back to the bed and put the glass to my lips. "Here, drink this. You're gonna need it." "What is it?" I asked nervously. "Just water... With a little GHB to relax you." "Firetruck! I don't want to do any drugs." "Suit yourself, but when the boys get here, you are really gonna wish you had listened to me. Besides, I'm not trying to knock you out. What would be the fun in raping you then? It's just enough so you can pretend that you had no control over taking three cocks in your ass." I thought about it a bit-- in for a penny, right? So I tipped my head back and opened my mouth. He fed me the water and I lay my head back down on the mattress. It wasn't long before I could feel the effect of the drug - I felt foggy and lethargic. It was also about that time I heard a car pull up outside. Before I knew it, all three men were in the room. I heard a couple beers crack open. They surrounded the bed and one of them smacked my ass. Hard. "HooWee! You weren't kiddin' about this boy's ass!" Who ever he was, he sounded like a redneck. "Can't wait to fuck it!" "Well, you can have first dibs, cuz you know I like sloppy seconds," said the top who had set-up everything. The third man in a very deep and sinister voice said, "I'm so gonna tear this boy up." He sounded like he might be black. "By the way," the first man said, "His safe word is 'firetruck'." and they all started laughing. Then I heard clothes start to hit the floor. The bed moved under me as I felt someone climb on. My rape scene was going to start very soon and I already felt like things were out of control, but the GHB had done the trick and I felt helpless to resist. The second guy remarked "Fuck I can't wait to bust my nut in this boy hole" and with that he spit violently on my asscrack a couple times, pushing one of his rough fingers into me, working some of the spit inside. He spat a couple more times on my crack, and I felt his cock humping my crack and getting spit slicked, and then positioned his cock head position at my hole. I still had enough of my faculties to mumble out, "Wait...what about a condom?" The cock at my hole paused, and the guy who arranged the rape scene leaned close by my ear. "Now, what kind of a rape would it be if we bothered with condoms?" "You guy's neg?" I asked, on the verge of freaking out. "Don't worry. John here is negative and needs to stay that way for his wife n kids. Now shut the fuck up!" With that John brutally shoved inside my hole. Even drugged up, it hurt. I was only getting fucked with a bit of spit for lube, and John wasn't small. My asshole was burning and he was just jack rabbiting away like a typical married guy. "Fuck yeah, this bitch is TIGHT!" John exclaimed with a hard slap on my ass. "And he ain't gonna get all knocked up like my stupid cunt wife!" "Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that," said the deep sinister voice. All the men in the room laughed at that, and John said, "Oh yeah, I forgot you tend to knock bitches up, Big John." "Firetruck," I mumbled. John kept on fucking me. I said "Firetruck" a bit louder this time and this brought a fresh round of laughter. "I think this cunt just asked for my load, huh guys?" John said. And suddenly he was grunting loudly and I knew he was cumming up my ass. He finished quickly and then pulled himself out of my hole. "Damn that was fine! Now bitch needs to clean my dick for me." I felt him switch around the bed to be beside my head. I kept my mouth closed tightly, but then was slapped hard across the face, stunning me. "You do as your told, boy!" the lead guy said. "And if you even THINK about trying to bite his cock, we will beat you so bad you will wish you'd never been born." I nodded, and with my cheek on fire I opened my mouth and accepted John's cock so I could suck him clean. While sucking, I felt another guy assume the position behind me. John pulled out of my mouth, and before the next cock assault could begin I said, "Firetruck!" From behind me, the lead guy said, "By now you must realize that that isn't gonna work." "But you said....." The leader laughed. "You stupid faggot! That was just so that you wouldn't put up much of a fight! What the fuck fun would it be to rape boy ass if the boy got to stop the scene? No, you wanted a rape fantasy. We're giving you rape reality." I remember thats when I started crying, which didn't deter the scene in the least as the second guy unceremoniously started fucking me. His cock was bigger than the first, but at least there was some slick wetness in my ass from John. He didn't fuck as harshly either. He lay his full weight on top of me while he slowly worked in and out of my ass. I could smell his cigarette breath as he grunted with each thrust. I started to beg him to just hurry up and finish but he just laughed. "Oh no, boy. I like to take my time. I want you to remember this fuck-- my weight on top of you. How my uncut cock feels sliding in and out of your hole. And how it feels when I dump my swimmers inside you." It felt like he fucked me for a long time, but eventually he said, "You ready for my load, boy? And just so you know, I ain't never been AIDS tested. But I mostly fuck stupid neg cunts like you so you probably ain't got nothin' to worry about." "Firetruck," I whispered. And with that I felt his cock throb inside me and knew his load was now mixing with John's. He lay on top of me for a couple minutes more, and then let his dick slide out of me slowly. "You're turn, Big John," he said. "Now clean my dick, cocksucker!". I did as I was told while feeling Big John get up behind me. "I'm gonna be nice to your pretty faggot ass and use some lube. Feels better for my dick anyhow." With that I could hear him slathering lube on his cock. He positioned himself at my hole and slowly worked his big cock head inside me. Initially I thought Big John might be a gentle fuck, but then he violently shoved all the way into my ass. I screamed in pain. Even with the lube and the drugs, it felt as if I was being sodomized by a baseball bat. I was gasping for breath, my guts and ass wracked with pain, but Big John didn't move an inch, he just kept me pinned to the mattress. Then I felt his lips by my ear. "I just want you to know, that while these other dudes are probably neg, I'm not," he whispered. "I popped Poz in prison a few years back. Yeah, a bitch I was seeing accused me of rape, even though she had been beggin' for this big dick - 'til I gave it to her too hard. Cunt had me thrown in the pen. Guess I tore up the wrong holes while inside. So now that I'm out, and already done the time, I figure I should actually do the crime." I started full-on bawling at this point, because I knew there was no way to stop what was about to happen. Big John started raping my hole, and I have never prayed so hard for unconsciousness in my life. He fucked hard an with his entire cock-- pulling all the way out and shoving all the way back in. And he was so massive that each thrust felt like he was punching through my intestines with a broom handle. My tears were soaking the mattress as snot ran out my nose and down my face, but he just kept fucking while John #1 shouted encouragement. I honestly have no idea how long it lasted, and after awhile I actually just became sort of numb to it and it was like I wasn't even in my body any more. Finally Big John said, "Aww shit, I'm gettin close!" and John #1 said, "Fuck yeah! Breed this stupid faggot's ass!" "Yeah faggot! Take my toxic DNA!" With that Big John blew his Poz fuck juice into my guts, mixing his load with the other two in me. I doubt he ever heard me say "firetruck." "So fuckin hot! I'm gonna shoot another load on this cunt just watching" said John, whereupon I felt warm jets of spunk hit my face and neck. Big John stayed inside me for a long time. Then he announced, "I gotta piss. Think I'm gonna use this faggot ass as my piss bucket." With that he proceeded to release a strong stream urine up my guts. I was completely numb when he finally got done defiling me and pulled out. I vaguely remember being fed another glass of water-- which was evidently again drugged. Within minutes I blissfully lost consciousness. When I awoke, it was nearly dawn. I was alone in the room, restraints and hood gone, naked on a bare, now piss/jizz/blood stained motel mattress with a splitting headache and a raw asshole. All my stuff was exactly where I had left it. I dressed and gingerly made my way to my car and back home. I looked online for my rapist, but his profile had already been deleted. I cried some more- mostly over my stupidity. I asked to be raped, and got exactly what I asked for - and it definitely wasn't fantasy material. And then all I could do was wait to see if I ended-up 'pregnant'.

The ad said 'Willing Bottom Required for long group session, apply now'...just reading the ad got my hole twitching, I answered straight away, and was immediately replied to with a question, 'Do you take chems..well, that sent me really squirming. If they were after a chemmed bottom, great...if not I could do that to. I replied, saying I love to party but am happy with whatever you choose. They replied with 'A double slam should start the party well'...holy fuck this sounded hot. They sent details, I quickly washed out, showered and headed over. They were about 30 minute drive away, and I got there just on dusk. As I went to knock the door opened, and there stood a guy in his 20's, naked, smooth with a rock hard cock about nine inches long, and smooth low hanging balls. He ushered me in and told me to strip, which I did and released my now hard 8" cut cock, 6" thick around the hard shaft...I followed him into a dimly lit room and as my eyes adjusted my ass twitched and I leaked some precum. There were 6 other guys in there, all naked sitting on couches, stroking their hard coks..one of them said 'Yay, the holes have arrived...' I got told to ly back in the sling, and immediately two guys got up and tied my wrists back, then tied my legs high and spread. The guy who opened the door said 'Right, everyone has to taste his hole before we wreck it good'...and there were several 'oh yeah's ' ....One by one they took turns burying their faces in my ass, tongues probing my hole...pushing right in and twirling around inside...they were all between 20 and 40, and in good shape...and not one of them was under 8" hard.The last guy had his tongue pushed deep in my hole, and the guy who opened the door for me earlier said to one of the others that it was time. Him and another guy each came up to an arm and placed a band around each arm, and swabbed clean. Two full syringes were produced, and both at the same time they got a vein, pulled back and got a beautiful red register. The leading guy said, 'You ready for a wild ride, holes being used and abused, and you kept high?' I said 'fuck yeah, bring it on' Straight away he nodded at the other guy and they pressed the plungers in and double slammed me, and with a quick movement both released the bands from my upper arms. Instantly I got a wave of chemical taste and started coughing hard. While I was coughing a guy was pushing his big thick 9" cock into my hole, and all I could focus on was the immense pleasure I was feeling, rushing and being fucked. Almost straight away my limp cock started pouring out a steady stream of cum, and one of the guys quickly had it in his mouth, taking it all. I started to really moan, Yeah, fuck my hole, use it, fill me with cum..to cheers from all the guys. The sling had a special feature where the part you rested your head on could be lowered right back, which was done and I had a cock pushed in my face, which I greedily took down my throat. After a few minutes the guy fucking my throat lifted my head, and put a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to sniff hard and deep, then again on the other nostril and hold it till he said to let go. I did as he said, and felt myself getting even sluttier, and moaning to stretch my hole, fuck me deep. They all took turns fairly quickly, about 5 minutes each in my hole then my mouth. Then I was untied and helped off the sling. One of the guys lay on his back, and they told me to face him, and get down on all fours and take his cok up. I did that, then felt another guy coming in from behind to join the cock already in me,. I was given another big hit of poppers, and then took both cocks in my hole, moaning loudly and then another guy slid his cock down my throat, fuck he was huge, and he kept pushing it down and I gagged a little, getting more cries of 'oh yeah'. they were then all told to hold still, and I felt the familiar band going on my arm, a cold wipe, short sharp sting, then the band removed and wham! Another big hit...as I was slamming, the three guys started fucking me really hard, And I'm moaning and yelling yeah fuck me, own my hole! After a bit they swapped places with the other 3 who had also just slammed. After about another 1/2 hour of fucking, they helped me up and laid me back on a fuck table. They then lined up a fuck machine with my hole, and the guy asked me how big i wanted.. I said big and long, and he said are you sure pig? I said fuck yeah, and he produced a huge dildo to go on the machine, about 11 inches long and at least as thick as a coke can, with a bigger mushroom head on it. I was laying on my back, legs tied up and back to a beam. I wasn't so sure now but it was too late, it was screwed to the machine. He told me to push my ass back on to it and saw my indecision. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose and said, here you will need these, four big hits, and hold each one. I did as I was told, and my head was swimming and he turned the machine on slowly. It pushed hard and popped through my first sphincter and I yelped, but fuck it felt so fucking great...he kept the machine steady and told me to push back on it, and I could feel the pressure against my second sphincter, and I slowly pushed through it and was in total fucking ecstasy! He turned it on again real slow, and it pushed in further. It was touching my third sphincter and had bottom out because of where I was lying. He said that would be a good start, and then started the machine. I felt it slowly slide out of my 2nd, then pop out my 1st, then straight back in. I was moaning saying fuck yeah fuck yeah, fuck me, please fuck me, and he turned it up faster, and each stroke it popped out of my hole entirely then thrust back in, sending waves of pleasure right through my body. He said must be time for a top up slam, then some hard fucking, sucking and ass eating pig. I said yes please, and he said this one is gonna be a .35 on top of what you have had... I just moaned. He put the band on me, wiped, then stopped the fuck machine with it at its deepest. He then slammed me, removed the band, and as it hit I felt the machine start again, and as I rushed it was turned up really fast, wrecking my hole and I was moaning load, next thing there was a guy sucking my limp cock while another straddled me and sat his hole on my tongue. As the machine pounded my hole I ate the guys out, one after another, then sucked each one of them, also one after another. the guy was controlling the speed of the fuck machine the whole time, full speed, then slower, then really slow, full speed again. Now it was his turn to have his cock sucked, and as he pushed his cock all the way down my throat, he turned the machine up.. the faster he turned it up the deeper and faster I sucked him. He said time for my load pig, and he turned the machine to full speed and as my hole was being pounded, I sucked his cock with the same vengeance, and I felt him thicken, harden then blow load after load of hot cum down my throat, as he slowly turned the speed of the machine down. He stopped it when it was completely out, and said fuck what a hot hole...you sure you don't want bigger now? I was flying, and feeling so good I said fuck yeah! He said ok boys, time to double fuck this pig with the machine. Untie his legs and we'll get him up on all fours backing on to it. I was soon in the new position, moaning and greedy for what was coming, my hole had been loosened considerable each time the mushroom head of that huge toy came out it was making my rosebud form. The guy said Ok guys, as you fuck him, you control the speed of the machine, and also there needs to be a hard cock in this pig's throat the whole time..whoever is in his throat can feed the piggy poppers, lets get him really flying. I felt lube being squeezed into my hole, and then the machine was probing its way back into my guts. A guy had his cock in my throat, and held poppers under my nose, said sniff up pig...I took ahuge hit, then another, and as it kicked in I felt the machine start back up into me, hard and fast, then it slowed and as it started going back in I felt huge pressure as the first guy started pushing his thick hard cock in with the machine, stretching me wide open ... To be continued

I have a real fetish for spit. I like it when a guy spits on my hole to use as lube when he fucks me. But I really like it when he spits on my face. And I'm really turned on when he spits in my mouth. I have also had times when the guy licks up my cum and spits into my mouth. Anyone else get into spit play?

My Dad and I used to fuck around. Yeah, my real Dad. But I thought we had moved past it, until he fucked me again over Christmas this year. It all started when I was younger and Mom went back to work full time In the evenings. Evidently this put a real crimp in my father's sex life, and so I ended up filling in. I mean, I had heard my parents having sex. A lot. My room was right next to theirs and sometimes they weren't quiet. You see, when I was growing-up, my family was very hippie liberal. Lots of nudity. Sex was discussed from an early age. I took occasional baths with my father, or sat and kept him company while he bathed. I also knew about his porn collection and would often sneak viewings of it after school. There were a lot of Playboy magazines, but also some real hard core stuff. Anyway, when Mom went back to work, Dad started masturbating in the evenings. I know as much because I could hear the porn videos and the faint squeaking of his bed. He also almost never closed his door all the way. Being curious, and a bit twisted I guess, I started sneaking out into the hallway and watching him. It was strangely erotic watching my own father masturbate and shoot his load. Erotic, but also shameful. I knew it was wrong, but I still got hard. Eventually he caught me spying. I figured he was going to go apeshit, but all he did was call me into his bedroom. "You might as well get comfortable and have a wank too," he told me. That's how it started. Every night we would watch porn and jack off together. But then one night he put his hands behind his head and told me he was tired and I should jack him off. And I did. His cock was heavy and thick in my hand. He came quickly and it ran down my hand. I was excited by and ashamed of what I had just done. But I didn't stop. Soon after it was "You know, I could sure go for a blowjob like in the videos." And again, I gave him what he wanted. I had already experimented by having given blowjobs to my cousin and my best friend and a couple of other guys, so I was good at it. Apparently my Dad noticed my skill and appreciated the fact. I still remember the first time I blew him and being rewarded with a mouthful of his saltiness, and the compliment "Damn, you're good at that!" After that I was his cock sucker. We rarely talked-- just got naked, watched the porn, and I would blow him. The whole time I was fairly conflicted about the arrangement. Here I was, horny, getting sex almost every night (when I didn't have late school functions or excessive homework). But the sex was with my Dad. Within a year or two, we transitioned to fucking. I don't really remember what prompted the change, but one night just as I was getting into sucking him he pulled me off saying "I wanna try something different tonight." With the porn playing, Dad had me get on all fours. He got out a tube of KY, smeared some on my hole, some more on his cock, and then started to push his dick into me. It hurt. A lot. It took a few tries and a lot more KY, but he managed to get all the way inside me. "Damn you are TIGHT!" I remember him saying. And then he started humping me. For me, this was a lot different than the blowjobs. Sucking Dad's dick was much less of a transgression in my eyes. I was just helping him masturbate with my mouth or something. But now I was being fucked, and that just seemed wrong. It was uncomfortable. It was degrading. It was something that a wife (my Mom) should be for-- not me. I was suddenly ashamed and embarassed that I was in my parents' bed, letting my Dad have his way with my ass. I zoned out watching the big-titted woman on the video getting butt fucked as well. I remember wondering of she actually enjoyed it or not. Then Dad tensed up, an I knew he was cumming inside my ass. I also noticed that the fucking left me rock hard. While my father cleaned up, I jacked off, full of hot shame. We fucked a lot after that, not a lot of talking. And always from behind. Eventually I moved out of my parents' house. After that, divorces, jobs, his new girlfriends and marriages kept me safe from any repeat sessions. Until this past Christmas. He came to visit me for a couple days, alone. His newest girlfriend had to work so she couldn't make the trip. To be honest, the thought of us having sex again hadn't really even crossed my mind. I had come to terms with what we had done, and realized that he was probably responsible for my fetish for older 'daddies', but that was it. Besides, my Dad was around 60 by this time. Well, evidently the men in my family are always horny bastards. We had been drinking and watching football games when it was time for bed. I got him set up in his room and retired to mine. It felt like I had just fallen asleep when suddenly I felt him. It really startled me! "Dad, what the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed. "I think you know" he said. And I did. I could already feel his erection pressing against my ass. Dad wanted sex, and as much as my adult self was repulsed by the idea (and truth be told, with him, at least at that moment), I knew I would relent. I would again give up my ass to Dad, even after all this time. I pulled off my boxers and started digging in my night stand for the necessary stuff. I lubed up my ass, then reached back and lubed up my father's cock. It was thick and heavy in my hand. And familiar. So much like my own cock now. I assumed the position, and took a hit of poppers. "Son, are those drugs?" he asked. "No, Dad, they're just poppers. They help me relax." Hrmph was all he said as he thrust into me. So many thoughts and feelings swirled in my mind while Dad used my ass for his pleasure. I was ashamed for what I was doing, of what I was allowing him to do, and also ashamed that my cock was hard and that the sensation of Dad's cock sliding in and out of me was such a turn on. It didn't take him long before he was wheezing and squirting his load into me, donating his sperm and his DNA as he had done decades earlier in creating me. When he was done, he pulled out and slunk back to his room for the night. And I was left to jack off in hot shame, turned on like the bottom cum whore that I am. The bottom cum whore that Dad had made.

I prefer it more realistic. Mostguys are average built. And i don´t have any problem to admit, I am just average as well. Well, size is nice. But how a top knows to use his tool counts more.

I take any load from any cock. No quetsions asked and don´t care.

I saw a kid at CVS today who could not have been more than 14 years old buying a $70 pregnancy test. He had a terrified look on his face. Obviously he's into fucking bareback. My first question was where in the hell did he get $70. My second question is why isn't he buying condoms. It's one thing to get an STD. It's another thing to bring a kid in this world when you are just a kid yourself. I wanted to tell the kid that if he wants to bareback his girlfriend, at least do her in the ass so that you don't have to 1) risk bringing a kid into this world, and 2) waste your money on pregnancy tests. He can just enjoy skin-on-skin fucking like the rest of us.

Love being on my back getting pounded hard by a hot cock while the top spits in my face while slapping me hard across the face.

Fuck yeah, please continue

fuck i love this story so much wish my first time had been like this just minus the girlfriend hehe i get the feeling Joeys gonna go back to the girlfriend then right back to his uncle he`s got the taste of man sex and i bet he`s gonna want more can`t wait for more if there is more to this story awesome writing

2: THE EXECUTION Clark: "I'm gonna like this next part a whole lot more than you will, boy." He still has his hands on my shoulder with a grip strong enough I don't even fight it. He lets go because he knows I won't move and pulls down his pants, revealing his tight boxer briefs. Clark: "Suck on that bulge, boy." When I don't respond after a few seconds his hand goes back to my shoulder. He looks me in the eyes. Clark: "Suck on that bulge." I don't even fight it as he pulls me in closer. He has my face against his penis and I get a whiff of his scent. Clark: "Slow and steady at first." He has me remove his briefs so that I can see his manhood spring into action, a full 8 inches long. Clark: "I'm not gonna push you down on it yet, start whenever you'd like. Get used to the idea that this is happening." It takes awhile but I find my hand reaching out to grab the girth. Slowly, I edge closer and begin to wrap my lips around his dick. Clark -moans-: "Oh yeah boy. Keep going." I'm slowly working his shaft. Clark: "See how far down you can go." I have to listen. I try to go down all the way and I'm able to go down far, but I still have a bit to go. And he pushes me down on it quick. My lips touched his v for a second and I pulled off and started to gag a little. Clark -laughing-: "You're gonna get used to it, don't worry. Get back down. Keep going farther." I do as he says and a few minutes later I'm down as far as I can go. Clark: "See? I told you." He grabs my hair. Clark: "Time for some fun." Still standing over me, he pulls my head onto his dick and holds it there for a second. When he finally release, he lets me take a breath and then starts jacking off with my mouth. Clark: "See Joey. This is how your girlfriend wants you to treat her. She wants the kind of man that will demand her to please him. And not only demand it, but make it happen. All girls want to be treated like this at least once. Hell, even some guys do. Just look at how well you're taking it." We made eye contact and just held the gaze. He was smiling while I was just looking up at him with his dick in my mouth. He grabbed my head again and started bobbing it up and down fast. Clark: "Taste that precum yet, boy?" Joey: "Fuck, it's been there since I started." Clark: "And how do you like it?" He looked at me intensely after he asked the question. I didn't know whether to admit humiliation or just accept it out loud. Joey: "I still really don't wanna do this." Clark: "That'll change. Get back down on that cock for a second." He leaked some more pre-cum after he mentioned it. He noticed it because he made me lick it off. He even had me swallow the little bit there was, just smiling the entire time. Clark: "Oh god Joey I can't wait to show you more." Joey: "How much more are you gonna make me do?" Clark: "Guess you're about to find out. Get your ass up and move over to the couch." I could still only listen. I walked over and stood by the couch, waiting. And he grabbed me, turned me around and bent me over with my knees resting on the cushions. Joey: "Uncle Clark please stop, I really don't want to do this." Clark: "Just relax and accept that it's happening. You really don't wanna fight this." He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled it apart, just staring at it for a second. Clark: "Fuck that's a real nice ass." He gave it a light smack, but hard enough to make me wince. Clark: "You ever let your girlfriend put anything up there?" Joey: "No." Clark: "Oh come on, no wonder she thought you had no passion." Joey -standing up-: "Hey come on not cool!" He pushed me back down and smacked my ass again, this time real hard. Clark: "Don't do that again." Joey -wincing-: "Uncle what are you gonna do?" Clark: "Just wait for it. Damn your ass is so innocent, can hardly fucking wait." He pulled my cheeks apart and dug his face in. I had such a mixed feeling of humiliation and pleasure, my girlfriend sure as hell never did this. Joey -moaning-: "What the fuck. Please, just-uhhh- stop." Clark: "Doesn't sound like you want me stop." He gave my hole a light tap with his fingers. Joey: "Please." Clark: "Since you asked so nicely." He put his finger into my ass! It was such a strange feeling, I didn't know it was coming so fast. Joey: "Oh god, Uncle Joey!" Clark: "Yeah boy? You want that, don't you?" I think he put another one in. He moved them in and out slowly. Clark: "Get your virgin ass nice and opened up boy. Can't say nothings been up there now, can ya?" He twisted and pulled his fingers apart. I could feel him stretching my hole with every turn. He inserted a third finger and began to finger me deeper. Joey: "Oh god Uncle Joey! Fu-fuuuck!" Clark -laughing-: "You know that's next boy." I try to fight the fingers for a second, but they're already inside of me. He just has complete control over where I go. He takes them out and rims my ass for a little bit more, but it's not long before he has them inside of me again. He takes them out and smacks my ass. Clark: "Fuck boy, you're gonna get it good."

The only thing better than raw fucking using just spit as lube is using sperm as lube. Once the the guy has been group bred and filled with cum, his cunt goes into overdrive for more and more and more cock and loads.

For some reason I was super horny last night ... I NEEDED to get fucked and to make a guy choke on my load. Spent a few hours texting a few friends (no nothing sexual) while browsing a few sites. Got lucky with a hot and hung black guy off bbrt. He said he's really into extremely rough / rape scenes and anon. Okay ... my hole was twitching. I already know what his body looks like ... very muscular and ripped. We met at Rock Creek Park off P St NW ... as instructed I wore basketball shorts and a jock. I texted him once I made it to an empty part of the trail ... about 2 minutes later he approached me. Haha he was the most rough and dominant top I've had to date. No pleasantries ... he whipped out his dick, grabbed the back of my head, and forced his entire extremely thick 9-inch BBC down my throat. I fell to my knees it was so sudden. I had prepped by hitting my poppers but man, he was truly raping my throat lol. The more I choked, the harder he fucked my face. After a bit, he spun me around and bent me over a tree. At least he rimmed me for a few minutes. He then threw a blanket on the ground ... then threw me on it, face down. He held me down by placing his weight on my back and without warning he slammed in my ass in one quick thrust. Damn,I started to scream lol so I started biting on the blanket. Tried crawling away, but he didn't have that. Held me down with one hand, and tightly grabbed my hips with the other. "You ain't going no where bitch ... I'm tearing up this ass." Mmm yes. He was rough and dominant, just how I like it. After a few minutes he commented that I was bleeding ... so he pulled out, wiped off a bit of spit, lube (I was prepared!), and precum ... and rammed back in. He finally flooded my hole after about 20 minutes of fucking. "Get ready for my surprise, whore. About to flood this ass with my load". Fuck yeah ... He slammed in balls deep and I felt him thicken and unload. I still wanted to cum, so I turned around, threw him to the ground, and started fucking his face. Used my hands to hold him down to the ground. I didn't last long, about 5 minutes ... so hot feeling my hole drip with cum. I ordered him to tighten his grip on my dick just at the tip, and I unloaded a massive load. He started choking, and I simply slammed the rest of my dick down his throat while saying, "Swallow if you want to breath." Swallow he did. I rarely hook up with someone more than once, but he's definitely an exception.

was going to an event in another town on Saturday evening was feeling horny. Got to the hotel and made my way to a bar with a backroom. Not much was going on but I did have hot nipple play with a chubby bear with a big dick. However, he wasn't to be enticed to my hotel room. Went around the corner and this asian guy beckoned me into a cubicle. I just got to my knees and got his small cock around my lips pumping it. After a few minutes he told me he was about to cum and a hot load went down my throat. The next morning I went on grindr and connected with a guy with a room on the floor below. He'd just finished breakfast and it was an hour till checkout so I made my way down and we immediately started kissing and making out. He was 37 slim to med build about 5'7 with a nice small to medium cock. After half an hour of hot fun he told me to sit on it saying `you want it raw`. I nodded in agreement and after a minute or two he splashed his load up my hole. Later I went to a gay naked or shorts afternoon in a sex club. In the darkroom was getting horny especially at a cumdump who was having a queue of guys around him. After a while this older guy about late 50s horny leather average built guy wearing harness and jock got me on my knees urging me to make his cock hard must have been about 7 - 8. I felt overwhelmed by his manliness and drank him in with my mouth wanting more of him. After a while he snogged me hard really squeezed my tits which made my cock really hard then bent me over spit on his hands lubed me up with it and fucked me. This was repeated a few times and i loved the feel of his cock inside me. Another guy did the same later on - a real dirty hard guy same age as the other one. When i spied the leather guy later I made a beeline for him and we just repeated all this again and again. This sub joined in and took over his cock while the hard guy was watching and he started kissing me and again bent me over so there were two couples side by side fucking. Eventually me and the two tops got a private room and they tagged fucked me spitroast me and we were just playing with gob, verbal and rimming. Though i didn't take a load I gave a load in leather guy's mouth. Leather guy has been in touch wants me to go over to sit in his sling sometime - need to work out when.

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.

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

I swear there's no place like New York for hot men and sex anywhere, anytime you want it. Last night I was so horny just thinking about Cumunion that I decided to warm up at the East Side Club. I admit I had almost given up on that place, since my last visit i felt like the Omega Man. Last night, on the other hand, it was hopping at 8:30. I was making out with a very sexy guy with a beard in his room within five minutes. He was so handsome, he just stopped me in my tracks. The rooms are tiny and you almost can't help having your ass hang off the bed if you're kneeling to suck a hot cock, and his was beautiful. He must have opened the door, or maybe I hadn't closed it completely after I let myself in. Probably the latter, cuz this dude was looking like a god to me. Pretty soon a small but muscled black guy was standing in the door. As I was kneeling to chow down on my host's cock, balls, and furry hole, he must have waved the dude in. He started playing with my ass, which must have seemed like an open invitation for anyone passing by. The black dude smelled great--slightly stake sweat and salt that are almost as good as poppers. He had those, too, I was still focused on the first guy's cock but the black dude put one hand on the back of my head, encouraging me to keep sucking. With his other, he put some lube on my crack and really slowly started sliding a finger up and down my crack. No objection from me when he maneuvered into position behind me and pressed his cock against my hole. I'm sure I moaned with pleasure. The dude I was sucking certainly did, and said, Fuck, yeah! I wanted that hole but you take it first." Both of them were feeding me poppers and by that point I was a bitch in heat. The black guy was gentle but firm, nice hard cock but not huge. Thanks to lube, kneeling with my ass in the air, a hot cock down my throat, and a muscle dude wanting my ass, I totally caved and told myself just to give it up, forget about controlling the situation, and go with it. I can't remember the last time a top started to "long dick" me. At least I think that's what it's called when a guy digs deep, pulls all the way out, and then enters just as your hole is closing up. It was an incredible feeling, like getting fucked for the first time every few seconds! It's clear he loved tagging a white boy's ass and he kept asking if I liked black cock. Fuck, yeah! I had plenty of warning I was gonna be flooded at both ends. The guy whose room we were in kept saying "I want some of that," but the black dude never let up. He kept my head down, telling me to work on the cock filling my throat. He told me I was their bitch and asked if I was gonna behave like one. The sound of his balls slapping my ass was amazing. I was sure the whole ESC could hear us. Just as I was getting sore from his steady in, then out, then in, pulling out, then single thrust in deep. My head was spinning from poppers and it felt like the whole room was speeding up. The guy under me blew first. He just flooded my mouth! There was too much cum to savor, and I had to swallow to keep up--not exactly what I'd planned to do. Next the black dude sank his cock in deep and lierally growled as he ground his cock into me and pushed in so deep I was totally flattened. I couldn't feel him shooting inside but I could definitely feel cum leaking out as he withdrew his cock for the ladt time. Lots of satisfied sighs, wiping sweat off, mopping up, high fives, and patting of my well-used ass. We parted ways drained (or in my case, full to the brim with fresh seed), smiling, and totally wiped out the way tops and bottoms should be. God bless New York.

I'm new to the booths and glory holes. Thanks for the tips.

That was a busy Sunday afternoon I must say, good for you

I glanced at the slip of paper again as I turned left down the hall. It was a printout of a three-line e-mail I received two days earlier. The first line cited the address of a small hotel downtown and a room number at that hotel. The second line contained today's date, Saturday the eighteenth. The third line was the time - seven o'clock P.M., nearly an hour away. It was more than enough time for me to get ready. The email was from Jerry. I'm not sure how to describe my relationship with him. He's not my 'Daddy' and he's not really my 'Master'. I guess it would be most accurate to describe him as my owner. I met him when my ex did some match-making. He knew my kinks and what an insatiable bottom I had become, and he knew what kind of relationship I wanted to explore. Sometime after we broke up (which was on good terms), my ex contacted me and said he'd met someone who might be compatible with my desires. Jerry and I swapped some photos, exchanged a few emails, and met for a couple of fuck sessions before I drew up the contract. Basically, the contract stated that for the period of seventeen months Jerry owned me. I was his property - all six feet, one hundred-sixty pounds of me. Not his 'boy', just his property. He told me what to wear (if anything), when to sleep, when to eat, and I had to ask permission to use the bathroom. He made all my decisions. Most importantly (to me, at least) he owned my body. I became nothing more than a toy for him to use for his pleasure however and whenever he saw fit. As he instructed, I spent more time at his place than mine, and while in his presence was almost always naked. In addition, Jerry forbade me from speaking without having first obtained permission. I usually only ever spoke to answer a question or ask to use the bathroom. Most of the time his answer was yes. He would grope me whenever I walked past (and I would always wait until he was finished before continuing on my way), feed me his piss if he was out working in the yard and didn't want to come in, or just didn't feel like getting up, and even mounted me in the kitchen once while I was washing dishes at the sink. I felt his hand on my ass and heard his zipper, so I set down the dish I was holding, spread my feet apart, and leaned forward so he could enter me. With his hands on my shoulders, he rode me in silence for a few minutes, except for some grunting, and then ruffled my hair when he pulled out. He did that a lot, and it made me feel like I was seventeen, instead of twenty-seven. Friday nights after dinner, when he frequently instructed me to 'get ready for company', which I knew meant that I should wash, inside and out, and then climb into the bed in the second bedroom. I knew to then slip my legs into a large, wide loop of fabric, somewhat stretchy, (although not as much as a bungee cord), and settle just above my knees. Then I'd lay back and hook the strap behind my neck so it would keep my legs spread and my feet in the air. There were two pairs of handcuffs attached to the headboard, but I could only fasten one myself. Jerry would come in to fasten the other before company arrived. In addition he would also sometimes affix a blindfold. 'Company' consisted of a few friends of his with high-stress jobs who needed some relief by the end of the week. Not a grudge-fuck per-se, just a serious hard-pounding, heart-rate-elevating, ball-draining session. Judging from the way that some of them would collapse and melt against me after blasting like a cannon, they really needed it. And I was happy to be of service. His friends would stop in at other times as well. Sometimes in the middle of the week he would even call them to let them know I was there, and they would take turns using me on the living room floor. Sometimes they didn't take turns, but just used me both at once. Occasionally one of Jerry's buds would bring a friend of his own that Jerry hadn't met. I always thought it was hot to hear his bud make introductions, and hear Jerry talk about me as though I wasn't there. He make comments such as "Yeah, it's nice and tight, you'll love it," and "Use 'em as a urinal too, either hole. Doesn't matter." I found it really hot that he treated me as if I wasn't even a person, just a couple of holes for them to use. I was a urinal, but not a toilet (no scat). That was one stipulation on which we had both agreed. But I never thought twice about spreading for any of them because I had signed a contract. Jerry owned me, and decided who fucked me and how they could use me. Jerry even decided whether or not they used a rubber. He hardly ever wore one himself, and guys usually used me bare. I assumed those guys who wrapped were poz, and in any event, every two months Jerry took me to a different clinic, and instructed me to get tested for HIV. As this was one of the stipulations he wanted in our contract, I had no reason to object. I never actually saw the results of the HIV screening as, when the results came in the mail, I always handed over the un-opened envelope to Jerry. As I had given Jerry a copy of the key to my apartment, I wasn't all that surprised when, on a few occasions, I was awakened in the middle of the night to find a strange man undressing in the bedroom of my own apartment, who explained his presence by saying "Jerry sent me." On one such occasion I awoke when such man was handcuffing me to my own headboard. I'd rub my eyes and mumble, "Oh, okay," then pull the covers back and pull my knees up to spread for him. It always amused me how the man would instantly bone up when he saw that I understood why he was there. And as soon as the man unloaded, he would unceremoniously dress and split, so I would just roll over and go back to sleep. On this occasion I arrived at the hotel room and stuffed the note into my pocket as I turned the knob, not bothering to knock. The door was unlocked as usual, and I let myself in, locking it behind me. I'd unlock it again later. I stripped, folded my clothes, and put them into a small suitcase that Jerry had left in the middle of the bed. Then I showered, took an enema, and unlocked the door to place the suitcase in the hall outside the door. Jerry had set up a few parties like this in hotels before. He would send his friends to find me in the room already naked and ready for use. Usually he was there too, but a couple of times he was absent. Leaving the door unlocked, I selected two pairs of handcuffs from among the other toys Jerry had left in the room. By first attaching them to my wrists I was also able to cuff both of my wrists to the headboard. Then all I had to do was wait. I lay on my back...spread...naked...watching the doorway. The door to the hallway was out of my line of vision, but I watched the doorway to the bedroom with my heart racing and my cock so hard I thought the skin would split. I watched the clock on the nightstand...seven thirty, seven thirty-three, seven thirty-seven. Finally, I heard the door open slowly, and someone called, "Hello? Do I have the right room?" "Yes," I replied, as I saw him move into the doorway. "Nice...!" he said with a grin as he pulled off his shirt. He was about fifty, with a receding hairline, but in very good shape for a man of his age. Then he pulled off his shoes, and I heard the door open again. He looked over his shoulder and called, "This is it, man! In here!" A bearish red-haired man in his forties moved into the doorway, and grinned when he saw me. I didn't know either of them, but I thought the redhead looked familiar. I watched them both undress, and they kept grinning at me. Then the redhead said, "Jerry showed us a photo, but it wasn't a nude." Then I extended the formal invitation that Jerry taught me was appropriate for the times that he wasn't present. "I am Jerry's cumdump, and he's decided to share me with you for the night. Use me however you want. Toys and lube are on the desk, if you like. There are only three rules...No scat. No permanent marks. Condoms are, of course, optional." "Jerry is very generous," said the first guy, and he took the bottle of lube off the desk and handed it to his friend. "You go first, man. I gotta piss." The redhead took the bottle, lubed his cock, and climbed onto the bed. So did the first man. Then I understood. I tilted my head back a bit and opened my mouth as he straddled my face. He dropped his semi-hard cock into my mouth and I started to suck. After two or three pulls, I felt his piss filling my mouth and began to gulp. Salty and bitter, I kept swallowing as I felt his friend lift my legs onto his shoulders and work his cock into me. "Aw, damn that feels good. Drink it all, kid." The redhead groaned and kept pushing steadily until he was balls-deep. Then he started a steady rhythm of fucking with my cock mashed under his furry belly, leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I thought I heard them making out over me, but of course I couldn't see anything. When the first guy was finished pissing, I kept sucking his cock until it got hard. I heard movement in the room, and the first guy said, "Hey guys, c'mon in and take a number." Finally, the redhead slammed into me, and I felt him shudder as he emptied his balls into me. "Fuck!" he grunted as he pulled out and got off the bed. Then the first guy pulled out of my mouth and moved between my legs, announcing "My turn!" When he moved out of the way, I could see that the new guys to arrive were three black men, all pretty fit. I placed their ages from twenty-something to late fifties. Jerry seemed to really enjoy watching me being used by black men. I remember one hotel party that was all black men except for Jerry himself. Eleven men used me that night, several times each. I lost track of the number of loads I took then. This particular party was smaller, only seven men showed up in total. There were a few times when I was left alone in the room between men, just waiting for the next guy to show up. One guy even walked in and didn't even bother undressing. He just unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and shoved it in without any lube...not that he needed it with all the cumloads already in me. He fucked with deep grinding thrusts, like he was trying to climb up inside me, and when he finally came, he didn't make a sound...just a kind of grunting sigh. Then he pulled out, got up and left, slamming the door. I didn't even know that the session was over until the last guy pulled out and then undid my handcuffs. "That's it, man." he said. "I'm the last one." I rubbed my wrists to get the circulation going again. As he was dressing, he explained. "Jerry couldn't make it this time, but he gave me a letter to give you. It's on the desk." Then he just said, "See ya," and left. I took another shower, and washed out all the cum, then went to the hall to get the suitcase. I was glad that it was still there. Once, the housekeeping staff had picked it up by mistake, and I had to call the front desk so they could bring it back. I got dressed, packed the suitcase with the un-used toys from the desk, and left it at the foot of the bed. I didn't bother making up the bed, because I knew that Housekeeping would want to change the sheets. On my way out, I picked up the letter from the desk, and locked the door. I was a little surprised that Jerry wasn't there this time, since it was the last day of our contract and his last opportunity to use me. I figured the letter would explain. I opened the envelope as I walked down the hall and pulled out a single sheet. It was very short, and read: "Steven--the seventeen months are over, and I hereby release you from your contract. I am very pleased to have had the opportunity to own you, even for a short time, and have been extremely satisfied with your service. I should tell you that your HIV test from March came back positive." (It was now October) "You may have noticed about that time I began wearing condoms when I used you. Regardless, I will gladly provide a glowing reference to any future owners seeking to enter into a contract with you. Jerry. Masterful1@gmail.com" I read that third sentence again. And again. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Relieved? Glad? Betrayed? After all, I DID give up complete control to HIM. I gave myself up for him to use, and he did use me. He used me and abused me, taking full advantage of the control he had over me. That was what I had wanted. That was what had gotten me so turned on - to be used with total disregard - however Jerry saw fit. And apparently he saw fit to let me be used by poz men. It must have been part of Jerry's fantasy to use a neg bottom until the bottom converted, knowing that he, Jerry, had forever changed the bottom's life. Or was it? Did he actually try to get me infected, or had it just happened...I can't really say 'accidentally', rather...un-intentionally. I guess I wouldn't know unless I actually asked him. I stood there staring at the note for several minutes. Finally, I decided that I would send him an email and ask if he was interested in renewing our contract.

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The most important thing is that the cum dump's ass be open and available for the top's cock. A jock presents and frames the ass in an inviting way for the top….it's always about pleasing the top.

Saturday evening found me sitting in a room with three other men. I pretty much knew we were all bottoms and here for the same reason. We had been promised the chance to be fucked by anonymous men and a chance of at least one load of cum being left inside us. I think I recognized one of the bottoms from a previous party. He stared at me long enough to think he recognized me too. The host came into the room and greeted us with a rather large smile. He seemed rather pleased with us and the possible evening. He announced that he had a somewhat large number of ready tops and hoped we were ready. I quickly realized that the guy I thought I recognized had indeed been here before. He was familiar with the routine that led up to us being led to the breeding room. He stripped and kept his jockstrap on but was ready to be blindfolded in less than a minute. I noticed that the men prepping us were particularly intent on making sure that the blindfolds were not only on tight but that we weren't able to see anything at all. What caught me off guard was them strapping the penis gags on us. I was familiar by now to being led to the fucking benches and felt, strangely, happy at being strapped to it since I now knew that it would be shortly followed by my ass being invaded by some strange man's cock intending to load my ass up with his cum. I was beside myself in anticipation. I wanted a cock in me so badly I couldn't stand it. Even though I had been fucked and seeded by positive cock the night before, I wanted more cum shot into me. That's what Paul hadn't understood, and perhaps I hadn't when he had introduced me to the host. I hadn't understood that I had a personal bent that would, when activated, lead me to becoming a complete cum dump, taking a cock without knowing who it belonged to just knowing that he was going to blow his load into my ass. I was addicted to taking bareback cock for the cum and, most excitingly, not knowing a thing about who just rewarded me, used me for his pleasure and left me with his cum in my ass. "Bottoms!" He shouted once we had all been strapped to our respective benches, "There are quite a few tops for this evening that you will all be used for their pleasure. Keep in mind that you willingly chose to offer your sweet asses up for them to use and abuse. Without more delay, they are entering." "There are four bottoms about to be used by fifteen tops." he started. "I have an announcement to make once all of the tops have bred their bottoms, whomever they might be. The plan is to have a coin toss to pick the first four tops to start tonight. They are to be allowed to fuck to finish. Once they cum, then someone from the pool can take the open bottom and continue the party. There will be no pulling out, there will be only deep breeding. You all know that you are their cum dumps for the night." I was ecstatic at knowing that there were far more tops this evening since I would definitely get more cock and cum. Call me greedy. I had to snap for the poppers early as I felt my first cock against my anal cavity. I was swearing someone was shoving a beer can into my ass. I had lubed up liberally but this was beyond that. It was a terrifying point that my attempt to cry out was muffled, not that I expected this top to stop. I had hit the poppers four times before I felt him stop his invasion of my anal cavity and felt his pelvis against my ass. What escaped me at that moment was the fact that it was his girth that was painful rather than his length. As I finally relaxed to his initial stroking, I realized that he wasn't probing nearly as deep as I had been before. Another shot of the poppers and I released my anal muscles as much as I could and accepted his fucking. I was thanking him that he was gentle since he apparently knew he was possibly hurting me and stroked slowly. OR, it could have been I was tight enough that I was, Ohhh, SHit, he came. His pelvis meet mine and he grinded as much as possible. Even if I hadn't been strapped down, with his grip on my hips, I doubt I could have pulled away. "We have our first breeding of the night." I heard announced. I didn't question who got it. It almost hurt still as he pulled out. My hole wasn't empty long. I heard a deep, gravelly voice telling me that he was about to enjoy fucking my white ass and intended to breed me. He stroked deep into me slowly then picked up the pace. This one was a real pig fucker, he wanted to get his nut, nevermind the bottom. The bottom was there to take it. I controlled my breathing and snapped again for the poppers while he kept up his continual pace. I suddenly took to heart my role as a cum-dump. As far as he was concerned, I was simply a hole for his cock to penetrate and tease him till the friction caused him to release his cum. Raw sex at its most basic. I almost orgasmed as I felt him clench his pelvis against my ass while grunting in an almost scary manner. Our host wasn't consistent in his manner of announcing the breedings. He seemed to have a perverse manner of making any announcements during the breeding sessions. Strangely enough I was just working my anal muscles trying to milk the cum out of the third stud fucking me as he was cumming when our host spoke up, telling us that he felt that we might all want to know that all of the tops this evening were black. I squeezed harder, wanting his cum.

Once home that evening, I was content about having been fucked and bred. I was sore but mostly happy. I still had nagging concerns about having specified that I wanted as many positive tops as possible and, the fact that the host refused completely to tell me anything about the tops. "You told me what you wanted, I delivered what I could. Let's leave it at that." He didn't seem too happy about the conversation. It seemed to me that he was still working over a problem with having to deal with positive tops and bottoms that didn't want to be pozzed. He told me privately after my gangbang that he had been forced to reconsider a previous frame of mind. He admitted that he hadn't considered the idea of bottoms seeking positive tops specifically for the purpose of being infected. He had made his quiet fame by being able to arrange gang fucks for cum-dumps and hadn't considered status previously. On the way home, cum leaking from my blissfully abused hole. I was afraid to fart since the seats in my car were cloth. I kept a happy feeling for the first few days, remembering that the host had told me that I would be a future participant in further parties. I was momentarily beside myself, considering the thought that I might not be invited back. I opened a beer, sat down at my desk and started thinking. Paul had fuelled my fantasies of being fucked by more than one guy. He had introduced me to the guy I now mentally called our host. My multiple partner/gang fuck fantasies had been happening since then. It still bothered me about the way Paul had responded. Then I wondered what I had said or done other than those parties. The second beer opened my thoughts to Paul being concerned about the HIV presence in the parties. I had pretty graphically described my thoughts of having possibly being fucked by positive tops during a couple of the parties and, in that one, readily accepting the fact and, perhaps in his mind, my cheering it on. I knew I had participated when I was convinced I was already positive. I still don't know if I had taken a "hot load" as I had learned it was phrased or not. What puzzled me at this point other than Paul's responses, was my specifying to the host that I wanted as many positive tops as possible in the party where I was the sole cum-dump. While I had enjoyed every moment of it as it happened, in retrospect, I wondered why I had acted that way. Did I actually want to become HIV positive? Or had I rebelled subconsciously against something Paul had said. I finally told myself that it really didn't matter at this point, since everything was a done deal. If I was infected, I was positive. I had insisted on as many positive tops as he could arrange and had readily taken them. I grinned for a moment at that thought and knew that I would do it again. I still hadn't heard from Paul which was concerning me less and less when I got a text from the host about an impromptu party and asked me to call him. Since I was at work, I had to find a place where I wouldn't be overheard. Shortly I was on the phone with him and asking what was up. It seemed that, strangely to him, he had received requests from several bottoms about finding positive tops to add to the breeding parties. He told me that he had decided to branch off and work those parties separately and asked me if I was still interested. Date and time was my next question. He told me he would text me that information. I was strapped to the fucking bench and felt the popper vial against my nose as I waited for the host to announce the top's entrance. I had already been in the bottom room and watched two potential bottoms leave when they learned that both of the tops tonight were indeed fully HIV positive and, potentially, multi-orgasmic. My main concern was that there were four of us bottoms which lowered the possibility of being bred unless they were REALLY multi-orgasmic. It caught me off guard when, in the breeding room, we were told that we would all be gagged which was shortly followed by my feeling something against my mouth which I later learned was a penis gag. Under other circumstances I might have enjoyed it, I wasn't happy. "Bottoms," He began, "I'm sorry that I was only able to arrange two positive tops for you since that's what you specified you wanted. Circumstances being what they are, I can't guarantee that all of you will take an infected load of cum tonight. The best I've been able to come up with was to redo the 'musical asses' idea, so, for tonight, we're going to have the tops start inside one of you and fuck you until I stop the music. Once I stop, then they move to the next bottom they fancy. This time, they don't have to go in any specific order. They can move to the next bottom, just not the same one. This will continue until we get a breeding. Then we'll let the other top continue as he pleases, bottom to bottom until the other top tells us if he's ready to rejoin. I was one of the two bottoms that got to start. His cock went inside me and I was overjoyed to be their first choice. I hoped beyond hope for a premature ejaculator, but didn't expect it. I was right. Once the music stopped, he slowly pulled out, leaving me disappointed. It took three more 'musical asses' interludes before I felt a cock against my anus again. Apparently I wasn't top hole tonight. This cock was about average compared to the first one. He slid in easily and met my ass. Hope! Hope! Hope! I wanted cum. The music started then he did. I was enjoying his thrusting. I had just been empty for too long I felt. I heard him breathing deeply and felt his rhythm falter just a bit. I was hoping! The music stopped and so did he. He was buried deep inside me and I was working my anal muscles trying to milk the load out of him. He pulled out. Three more cycles of the music before I felt a cock entering my hole. I snapped for the poppers and tried to work my anal muscles again on his cock before the music restarted. The music started and so did he. This top was aware of the size of his cock and worked slowly and deep. I was beside myself when he hit my second ring. He was clearly not the other top. I was hoping but expecting for him to be my breeder. He kept stroking me in his slow and steady rhythm and I felt so relaxed to it that I almost forgot that he only had that minute or so inside me. The music continued as did his stroking. I was so relaxed that I barely noticed a warm feeling inside my ass. My eyes went wide, hoping, but couldn't cry out or ask. The music stopped and he held himself inside me until the host ordered a change bottoms. The rest of the evening was similar. A cock stroking but, no clear declaration of cumming. Most of the time I ended up listening to music without a cock inside me which frustrated me to no end. Finally, the host announced that the evening was over which turned my mood sour. I thought I had been bred once but wasn't sure. But I had gotten what I had asked for that evening. I had been fucked. Hmmmmm.

That early morning meeting with Paul did not go well at all. I had managed to find a liquor store just before closing and bought a six pack of Paul's favorite imported ale. In the long run I ended up drinking it. He arrived at my place about ten minutes after I got home and his first question was did I have fun? It went downhill from there. I told him about the previous party and the results of the second HIV kit. He went quiet. After sometime, he finally asked me why I went back and stayed once I knew that one of the tops was positive. He didn't like the answer at all. I finished the second half of his beer after he stormed out. Then, being early Saturday morning, I finished the other five. A pretty good night except for that one bump in the road. Tuesday afternoon I got a phone call from the clinic telling me my test results were back. I asked about them but they told me that I would have to speak to the doctor. I was annoyed but made another appointment and made arrangements. I had forced myself to be ready for the announcement but it was hard to keep my calm. I'm normally an optimistic person but I had already been led to believe something life altering and simply expected this news to be the same. To say that I was stunned simply doesn't begin to cover it. My clinic tests had come back negative, that I hadn't been infected. I was told that simply because these tests hadn't shown any signs of infection didn't mean that much, especially if I continued having unprotected sex. The phrase, 'unprotected sex, my multiply bare fucked ass!,' ran through my mind and, thankfully stopped there. I understood the doctor's concern but it meant little to me. I loved being fucked and loaded. I was a full-fledged cum-dump junkie now. Who they are, what they do other than my ass didn't concern me. All I want from them is a good fucking and their cum inside me. The following month was far too dry. No word from Paul so I felt he had abandoned me before finding out I wasn't positive. I had messaged and left voice mails after the visit to the clinic, but he hadn't returned any of them. I had tried placing ads and some of the online services looking for bareback sex and got nothing but flakes. Braggarts describing their cocks and how they wanted to do me bare but not showing. What nagged at me the most was the texts I had sent to the breeding party host. They continued going unanswered. That's what had me really beside myself. I had participated willingly and played with my fate and health. Now nothing. I considered driving to the building the breeding parties had been held in but doubted at this point that it would do anything positive. I kept scanning ads and online services looking for some bareback action but kept coming up short for some reason. I was aggravated that I had gone from feast to famine so to speak concerning being fucked raw. I was at low ebb late Thursday evening when I got a text from the breeding party host. He wanted me to call him. I made the call and he asked if I was still interested in participating in future breeding parties. I instantly asked when the next one was. He was working on it, he responded. Strangely enough he asked me if I had any suggestions for a next party, what would I want? I knew what I wanted. Cock and more cock, cum and more cum. I said so. That, he said he could do. I asked how many bottoms he planned for the next party. He asked how many I wanted to share tops with. My mind went cold and I answered, "None. I want to be the only bottom." I had one request. "I know you've been able to arrange up to twelve tops for a session. How many do you think you could arrange for the next breeding session?" He didn't know but would start checking and asked when I wanted it to happen. I thought about it and asked him to arrange however many he could round up in by the next weekend. "Let me get this straight," he asked, "You want to be the only bottom, right?" I agreed. "And you want how many tops?" I responded, "As many as you can arrange between now and then." "Okay, I'll pull it together. Anything else?" he asked. "Yes." I hesitated then told him, "Make sure that there are as many HIV positives as you can round up in the group." The phone was quiet for over a minute. I finally heard him ask, "You want positives in your gang fuck? You're sure?" "Yes."

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The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 12 While Ian was thinking devious thoughts over Sunday brunch, Zak and I showered and were discussing plans for lunch when my phone rang. “Hi mom.” “Oh, Isaac, you’re home.” “Actually, I am home…..remember this is a cell phone so I can be anywhere and get the phone call?” “I was going to leave a message on your answering machine, but I’m glad you’re home.” “Mom…..” I was going to try to explain again that my phone is portable, but I decided it was a losing battle. “Yes, Isaac?” “Nothing….How are you mom?” “I’m fine…..Your father is fine too. Anything new Isaac?” (Thinking to myself) Let’s see…..I have gono. I just had the fuck flu after taking my boyfriend’s poz seed repeatedly. I have a new biohazard tattoo. I have a hot poz boyfriend that I just infected with gono. I just tested poz at the free clinic. I’m fucking Betty’s son’s boyfriend to poz him so he can poz Betty’s son. I was just a total slut at the baths and got fucked by Zak’s daddy. I have a waiter friend that Zak and I are trying to gift. I’m doing every taboo thing except fucking the dog across the street from me. “Nope, nothing much, mom….Enjoying my weekend.” “If you’re not doing anything, we haven’t seen you for dinner in a few weeks. Why don’t you come over tonight. Your father would love to see you.” “I have company this weekend, mom.” “Oh, anyone I should know about?” “Just my boyfriend, that’s all.” Zak gave me a funny grin and whispered, “JUST your boyfriend.” I chuckled and motioned to Zak, “Shhhh.” (Here it comes……) “Oh, Brian is there with you? I knew you two would be good together.” “No, mom, Brian is not my boyfriend. I told you I already have a boyfriend.” “Oh, well, boy you switch boyfriends fast. What happened to Brian?” “Mom, Brian was never my boyfriend.” “Well why did you let me set you up on a date with him if you already have a boyfriend?” I wanted to scream…… “Like I had a choice in the matter, and I did tell you I have a boyfriend.” “Well, what was so wrong with Brian?” “Nothing was wrong with Brian. He’s a nice guy.” “So you went on a date with him?” “Kind of…..we had drinks and caught up…..” “Well, I hope your boyfriend doesn’t find out you snuck around on a date with someone else.” “Mom!!..... You need to stop playing matchmaker….that’s all.” “Why?” “Because, now you set me up on a date when I already have a boyfriend, and you set me up with a guy who already has a boyfriend too.” Sounding depressed, “Well, I just want you to be happy, Isaac.” “Mom, I told you…… I am happy. I’m happy with Zak.” “Who is Zak?” “Zak is my boyfriend.” “Oh, so Zak is there now? Well, why don’t you bring him to dinner tonight? Your father would love to meet him.” I whispered to Zak, “Mom wants us to come over for dinner tonight.” Zak glanced at his tattoos, rubbed his long beard, smirked and quickly nodded and mouthed, “YES.” With an uncertain quirky look toward Zak, I replied, “Ok, mom…..he’d love to meet you both.” With excitement in her voice, “Oh that’s great, Isaac!! Now don’t be late, you know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” (Thinking to myself) Am I ever late for dinner, mom? “Don’t worry we’ll be there on time, mom.” Ian took another bite of Amaretto French toast and thought to himself…..Why do I find chasing poz cum so hot? My ass is loaded with charged seed, and all I can think about is taking more. I can’t get enough of it. I want to poz so badly. This is so fucking erotic….. it feels so right being a cum pig. (He uncrossed his legs and shifted in his chair before crossing his legs once again. The sensations in his cum filled hole made his cunt pucker around the butt plug and caused his cock to twitch several times in his pants). Brian took another sip of his Mimosa and interrupted, “Earth to Ian…..” Ian’s glazed-over look vanished, and he reached for another sip of his bloody mary. “You were miles away. Are you alright?” He smiled and sighed, “Yeah, couldn’t be better.” Brian chowed down his Smoked Salmon Benedict, “MMMM, this is so good…… So, last night was pretty wild, huh?” Thinking he may have somehow been caught cheating Ian asked, “What do you mean?” “Well, all those tattooed, leather men at Kruz.” “Oh….. that, yeah….. some awesome eye candy.” “And I hear before I got there they had a flogging demo…..bet that was interesting.” “I’m sure it was…..uh….. quite stimulating.” (Ian’s cock again stiffened a bit more). “Did you get there in time to see it?” “I was quite close to the action, yes.” “So, is that something you could get into?” Ian was a little surprised at his question. “Oh, I think I’d shock you.” “Oooh,” Brian teased, “I’ll take that as a yes.” “You seem excited by that.” “Well, maybe I would shock you a bit myself.” “Oooh, frisky…….Bring it on, but be careful…..you may get a whole lot more than you bargained for.” “I can’t wait to find out.” Ian thought to himself…..Maybe Brian’s a bit more of a pig than I originally thought….this could be fun. Zak and I pulled up in front of my parent’s house. This would be interesting. Not only was this my first time bringing a guy home, but also a guy with a long beard and full of tattoos. “So this is it, huh, babe? The place where you grew up.” “Yeah, this is it…..nothing special, but it was home. Just remember, take my mom with a grain of salt. She can be opinionated and kind of set in her ways.” “I know. She’s a character. I’ll go easy on her. It’ll be fine, babe.” I put my arm around Zak and walked toward the front door. He wore jeans and a cut off t-shirt. We stopped on the front porch, and while kissing Zak the door opened. Startled, I said, “Oh……Hi mom…… Mom, this is Zak.” Zak was on his best behavior. “Hi, Mrs. Alberts.” “Call me Edith.” “Ok, Edith.” “Well, don’t just stand there on the porch…..come on in. Dinner is ready.” Zak walked into the house and was immediately greeted by my dad. As I walked past my mom, she whispered, “You didn’t tell me he was like that.” “Like what, mom? Gay? That’s why I was kissing him.” My mom hit me on the shoulder with the dish towel in her hand and followed me into the house. Zak sat across from me at the dinner table. My mom emerged from kitchen with mashed potatoes and gravy and set them on the table. She turned to go back into the kitchen and stopped in her tracks. She stood behind Zak and reluctantly placed her hands on his shoulders and said, “So, Zak, um…..” I looked at my mom corner-eyed and thought to myself here we go….. She continued, “You may want to tuck your beard away……it may dangle in your gravy.” She pulled Zak’s beard over his shoulder. “There you go,” and she disappeared into the kitchen only to reappear with a dead bird on a serving platter. Zak looked surprised, but just sat and grinned at me. My dad added, “You know, I remember Winky Schmalling had a beard like yours back in ‘58 or ‘59. He got it caught in some farm equipment. Then he had one eye. His name was Joe, but we always called him Winky after that.” Zak chuckled a little, “Well, I hear farm equipment is more beard-friendly these days, but I’m not a farmer.” My mom chimed in, “So, do you have a job, Zak?” “Mom!! Of course he has a job.” My mom finished adding, “....I only asked because I hear old Mr. Harper down at the garage is looking for help tinkering with those cars like he does. He hires your kind down there,” pointing to his beard and tattoos. “Oh….. I don’t mean the gay thing. I don’t think the guys down there would go for that.” “What’s that supposed to mean, mom?” “Nothing….I’m just making conversation, Isaac.” “It’s ok, Zeek. No, Edith, I’m not looking for a job.” Sitting down at the table my mom tucked her napkin neatly onto her lap. “So, what DO you do, Zak?” “I’m a tattoo artist.” “Oh, you’re not at that shop on Forest Home are you? You know the one on the news that had the dirty needles?” My dad butted in, “Edith, that shop closed down over 6 years ago.” My mom said, “It’s just like those dirty Chinese restaurants. They get shut down and then the same people reopen the restaurant three blocks away and change the name from Ching’s to Chang’s.” “Mom that’s ridiculous, and you know it!!! And stop sounding so prejudiced.” “No, I have my own shop in Chicago, Edith, and it’s very clean.” “Zak did all my tattoos,” I said. (Thinking to myself) Including my biohazard tattoo. My dad added, “Oh, so you did Isaac’s tattoos. Nice work.” My mom said, “Nice work? It looks like the inside of a demon’s church.” Looking at Zak, she added, “No offense, I’m just not crazy about the desecration of your temple thing.” “Well, thanks anyway, Walter,” Zak replied. “I think Isaac’s sleeve turned out quite nice.” My mom said, “I don’t understand people wanting to mutilate their bodies that way.” “That’s your perspective, mom. Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t make it wrong.” Zak said, “Tattoos can be very therapeutic, Edith.” “So can taking a stiff shot of Brandy, but you don’t see me doing that,” she replied. “Edith, I give some people tattoos that have meaning behind them. It could be in memory of someone or resolution to a tragic event in their life or something, and it’s very healing.” “That’s sweet, but just because I love something doesn’t mean I want it on my flesh or my temple so it were.” My dad added, “Well, you love our mailman, Herb. Maybe he’ll pose for you.” “Yeah, I bet you would like to wake up seeing his face next to you every morning.” “Well, you do have a point there,” my dad mumbled. “Edith, see this tattoo.” Zak was pointing to a tattoo on his arm of a girl with a halo. “This is a tattoo for my sister who died in a car accident when she was 7.” “How sweet,” my mom said. “Please pass the chicken, Isaac.” My dad interjected, “Oh, Zak, do you have other brothers and sisters?” “I have a brother.” “Oh, is he normal,” my mom inquired? “Mom!! You mean we’re abnormal?” “You know what I mean, Issac. Is he regular?” “So now we’re irregular?” “No, you know what I mean.” “It’s gay or straight, mom. Not normal or abnormal and regular or irregular.” “Yes, I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean anything by that.” “Mom, the more you say, the worse it gets.” “Well, anyway, your dinner is good, Edith. And my brother is straight. He’s married with kids.” “Thank you, Zak. And there’s nothing wrong with being gay. You just miss out on having children is all.” “Well, gay people can still have children, Edith.” “And some of us don’t want to have children….whether straight or gay, mom.” “I know, Isaac. I just wish I would have some grandkids……that’s all.” My mom sipped her coffee then continued eating her chicken dinner. As we were getting ready to leave my dad shook Zak’s hand and pulled him into a hug. He whispered something to Zak then said, “I’m glad we met the man in my son’s life.” He then hugged me as well. Zak said, “Edith, thank you again for dinner. Zeek, I’ll be outside by the car.” My mom turned to me and gave me a hug. “Well, that went pretty well, huh?” “Pretty well? After that I’ll be lucky to still have a boyfriend tomorrow. Thanks, mom.” “Oh don’t be ridiculous. He loved my chicken.” We left my parent’s home in silence. After a few blocks driving I said, “I’m sorry for all that, Zak. Now you know my mother. She can be a little much.” “Don’t worry about it. I have thick skin, babe.” “So what did my dad say to you when he gave you a hug?” “Oh…..just that your mom has some quirky ideas at times, and that her bark is worse than her bite.” “Well, she does mean well, but her mouth is going to get her in trouble one of these days. She comes across as prejudice, but I know she isn’t. Her thinking is a bit……. old fashioned at times.” “I actually kind of like her, babe. She is set in her ways, but she just wants what’s best for you.” He chuckled and added, “Like my poz cock shoved deep in your ass.” I laughed as I glanced over at Zak and rubbed my hand on his thigh. He locked his hand into mine and held on. While we “enjoyed” our dinner with my parents, Ian was ready to find out a little bit more about Brian’s pig side. They arrived at Ian’s apartment. Ian led Brian to his bedroom. Brian was always into safe sex when they played, but that was about to change. Ian decided he wasn’t going to give Brian a choice. It was time to push the boundaries a bit. Ian was always more on the submissive side, but his new found taste for poz cum fueled his desire to dominate Brian. He pulled his shirt off over his head. His cock throbbed rock hard while his ass puckered tightly around the butt plug holding the toxic babies in his cunt. Ian made out with Brian and rubbed Brian’s throbbing cock through his jeans. He pulled his tongue from Brian’s mouth. “Time to see just how far you’re willing to go.” Ian stripped Brian of his shirt, and dropped Brian’s jeans to the floor. The head of Brian’s hard cock protruded from the edge of his jockstrap. “I see last night’s event inspired you. Nice jock, pig. Now kneel on the edge of the bed.” Ian fumbled around in his walk-in closet and returned with lube and his favorite suit tie. He approached Brian from behind and secured the tie around his head to blindfold him. Ian then unzipped his own jeans, dropped them to his ankles, and kicked them aside. He pushed Brian onto his hands and knees on the bed and lubed up his cunt with a squirt of J-lube. Ian worked his fingers into Brian’s hole, scraping the edges of Brian’s cunt, priming him for the impending assault. Brian groaned and his cock throbbed. He thrust his ass onto Ian’s fingers, and helped work them inside. “Are you ready to open that hole up?” “Fuck, yes,” Brian replied. Ian reached behind and pulled the butt plug from his cum filled ass. Poisonous seed dripped from his cunt and the cum-slick toy. He slipped two fingers into his sloppy cunt and removed them drenched in poz semen. He first smeared the virus-laced slime on Brian’s hole. He then worked the head of the wet plug into Brian’s cunt, sharing some of the toxic seed he carried in him all afternoon. He shoved the plug deeper into Brian, pushing the DNA into his hole as it opened him up. His cunt engulfed the plug and puckered around the base. The sight made Ian’s cock stiffen and throb. His boyfriend just got a small taste of the virus he longed to infect him with. Ian repeatedly pulled the toy from Brian’s cunt and shoved it back in, smearing the poz cum across his tightly stretched cunt lips. With the butt plug removed from Brian’s gaping hole, Ian squat down behind Brian and buried his tongue into Brian’s cunt. He cupped his hand below his own hole and squirt more poz seed into it. He grabbed the lube bottle, and instead of lube, dripped poz seed onto Brian’s open cunt, then worked it in with his fingers and pushed the plug back in. Brian’s cunt sealed tightly around the plug, unknowingly working the toxic seed into his gut. Ian reached under Brian and stroked Brian’s cock with his cum-slick fingers. Brian’s cock throbbed against Ian’s grip. “You like that, don’t you, pig,” Ian asked? “Fuck, yes. That feels so good.” Brian worked his hips, feeling the sensations of the plug buried in his ass. Ian bit Brian’s ass lightly, then cracked him on the ass with a cupped hand. “Time to fuck you, pig, and you’re going to take it all.” “Fuck, yes….I want your cock in me.” Ian reached for a condom and tore the package open so Brian would hear. He then dropped the condom to the bedroom floor. He pulled the toy from Brian’s cunt. “Ready for my cock, pig?” “Fuck I want to feel you inside me.” “Are you sure?” Brian buried his face into the bed, “Yes, please fuck me.” Ian rubbed the head of his shaft across Brian’s slick cunt lips then applied pressure. The head of his cock opened Brian’s used hole and quickly slid in. With one quick thrust of his hips Ian plowed all the way into Brian’s hole. Brian gasped in agony as Ian tore across his intestinal walls. Ian pictured the virus working into the lining of Brian’s intestines with each plunge of his cock inside. Brian began to meet Ian’s thrusts as the pain turned to pure pleasure. “You like that dick buried in your cunt, don’t you, pig?” “Feels so fucking good.” Ian already felt a stir in his balls. “Fuck, I’m getting close. You like that bare cock in your hole?” Brian was shocked, “Bare cock?” Ian gave him no chance to back out. “Take my cum, pig.” He slammed his cock deep into Brian’s gut and fired off his seed, hoping he was already poz himself. Brian’s cock reacted to those words as a huge load of semen shot from his shaft onto the bed. Ian pulled his cock from Brian’s cunt and slammed the butt plug back inside. “Keep that seed in your hole all night, pig.” Ian pulled Brian to his feet, keeping him blindfolded, and led him to the bathroom. He shoved him onto the toilet. “I’m not finished with you yet, pig.” Ian stood a few feet from Brian and pissed all over his face before drenching his body in urine. Brian licked his lips as piss dripped from his face….tasting Ian’s urine. Ian lapped up the piss from Brian’s chin and slid his tongue up to Brian’s lips then buried it in Brian’s throat. After a long, passionate kiss he lined up his meat to Brian’s face. “Open your mouth and clean off my cock.” Brian obliged and sucked Ian’s dick clean before Ian removed Brian’s blindfold. Brian said, “Holy Fuck….what got into you?” “You wanted to see my pig side. You got a taste of it.” (Thinking to himself) And a bit of toxic seed in the mix. “Damn, that was hot. So you like fucking raw?” “I love it….the only way to play for me.” “Ok, I want more of that,” Brian added. “Oh, you’ll get more…..believe me, you will.” Zak returned home to Chicago, and I started my antibiotics. He waited until later in the week to start his meds after he experienced symptoms of his gono for a few days. Work kept me busy in an otherwise uneventful week until Thursday. My test results were in. My HIV viral load was 500,000 and my CD4 count was in the middle 400 range. My gonorrhea test results were not in yet, but we already pretty much knew I had it, and the antibiotics seemed to be doing the trick. Then Thursday evening I received an interesting text………

Still neg, last checkup was a few days ago, been on PrEP since early June 2013, haven't noticed any side effects. In that time I have forgotten to take it twice. I have no reason to think that I would convert given how I am very good at adherence to the medication. Going on PrEP was one of the best decisions I have ever made.

I am 22 year old Asian boy. Someday, when I was eighteen, I met a black daddy online. He was African, and 46 years old, and had a huge craving for Asian dick. He told me that he would handle all my expenses to his place in Canada when I had a holiday free. I should add, I am a young top and he is a bottom. Finally on December 2012, I went over to meet him in Canada. We chatted everyday in messenger and talked about our fantasies. He promised he would fulfill my fantasies if I were with him. So, when he forwarded me a round-trip ticket, I boarded the plane, and made the trip to Canada. He was awaiting me when my flight arrived. "Hi, son. How was the trip?" "Not bad, but I'm a bit tired. It was a long trip." Daddy then grabbed my crotch (while still in public!) and whispered "Well, tonight Daddy is going to drain your balls. In fact, Daddy going to drain your balls every day that you're here!" Holy fuck, I had an instant hard-on in public. By at that time I was wearing loose boxers and an athletic short, so my huge bulge was visible to anyone who glanced at us. Fortunately I'm not shy about displaying my big bone, so I enjoyed the attention. When we stepped into his house, Daddy couldn't resist using my dick as a handle to pull me across the threshold, and promptly undressing me, leaving me with my boxers and a huge hard-on. Daddy again grabbed my dick, and led me around the house asking "Where does son wanted to fuck? Daddy needs son's Asian dick, now." "On the kitchen table," I suggested. Daddy pulled down my boxers, which revealed my eight inch uncut Asian dick, saying "Fuck, my son's dick is amazing. Daddy needs it all day long." "Yes, Daddy, suck that dick until its silky wet," I suggested. He took me up on my suggestion, and oh, Daddy's hot and slippery mouth felt really good. "Yes Daddy, keep sucking your son's dick. It's all for you. Suck it and lick it." After five minutes of sucking, I pushed Daddy over into doggy position, and shoved my bare dick into his ass. Fuck, it was wet and warm. I fucked Daddy as if his hole was the last on the Earth, rough and raw. "Fuck son, rape that old man hole. It's so good enjoy having my son fuck me," he said. "Yes, Daddy. Your son is fucking your hole raw. you like son's big uncut dick?" "Yeah, keep fucking son. This is so amazing." After half an hour of raping his hole, I finally pushed my dick in all the way, and spurted all my cum inside my Daddy's hole, whispering in his ear, "Now Daddy has his son's babies, his thick load of babies," and while I rested my dick in Daddy's hole, I let him know that I had never been tested - not once since I started fucking around, and that I had never in my life worn a fucking condom. --to be continue--

love peelin my foreskin back & watchin & feelin a pig eat my dickcheese..........

I make it quite clear before I hook up with a new guy that I dont use condoms and I dont pull out. If they agree then thats what they know Im gonna do when we meet.

Swallow, swallow, swallow! Why waste a gift. Damn I love to be pissed on/in. Also like a guy to spit in my mouth...yum!

found them on craigslist. they did it to me in their backyard, on their deck. 2 dicks, 5 loads

At home. I made one of my regular cumdumps come over tonight and I shot 4 loads in his ass. Boring, I know, but if you want to shoot multiple loads it's easier when you dont have to worry about being interrupted. I think I'm going to go give him #5...