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I did my research and found a good piercing shop, Scorpio Body Art. It looked as if they not only provided safe piercings, but they also provided great tattoos. No appointment needed, and they were open on Sundays. Perfect. So on Sunday, my day off, I committed myself to going through with it and getting a piercing. I was gonna do it. I drove into downtown and finally saw the sign for Scorpio, but must have driven around the neighborhood a dozen times before I finally found a free parking spot about half a mile a way near the University. All the metered parking was taken, and the rest was permit only or blocked-out by a fire hydrant. Clearly I was still not used to this town. I just moved from St. Louis to Boston. I needed a fresh start since my life had changed unexpectedly: I had been devastated when I learned my boyfriend of almost five years had cheated on me. I'm a total bottom and he's vers. He would occasionally ask me to flip with him, but I couldn't do it. While I'd be rock hard as he pounded my hole (and, to be honest, a slight breeze up the back side of my shorts gave me a hard-on), topping was a different matter. It wasn't for the lack of trying or caring. I just couldn't top. No matter how hard I was, no sooner did I approach his ass than my cock would deflate. About six months ago, he stopped trying to get me to switch. I thought he finally accepted my role and was prepared to enjoy what we had, but apparently he found someone to scratch the itch I couldn't satisfy. HIs infidelity was made clear when routine blood work a month or so earlier had revealed I was HIV positive. So, I was making changes, and now I was gonna get my first piercings: my ears. I had noticed more and more guys with pierced ears, particularly here in Boston. It seemed like there were more who were pierced than who weren't: from ear studs to stretched lobes, the piercings look hot, and I was determined to also look hot. After ten minutes of walking, I finally saw the sign for Scorpio Body Arts. There was a bike chained to a street sign in the front, and a couple guys sitting in front of the falafel place next door, smoking and eating. I took a deep breath and walked in. Loud rock music filled the shop. "Welcome to Scorpio, how can we help you today?" A pudgy but pretty girl asked from behind the counter. She looked like the computer geek from NCIS. "Yes, I'd like to get my ears pierced today. It's my first time." "Oh, wonderful! We'll take good care of you. Here's a list of rates for piercings. Earlobes are forty for one, sixty-five for two. We can autoclave everything at once, and the price includes basic starter jewelry. Your piercer will help you chose pieces and answer any questions you may have, but first, I need you to fill out this form." Most of the information was basic: contact information, allergies, medications... and medical conditions. I had to lie. I couldn't say I had HIV. I can't say it. I can't write it. It's just too soon. Besides, the piercer will, regardless, be wearing gloves and be taking safety precautions. I finish the form, signed it and handed it back to the clerk. "I'll get the piercer. Please wait in the seating area, or you, if you want, you can browse the display of jewelry." I looked at the display of everything shiny that was on display, and was so immersed I was startled when a young man's voice broke my attention from the gemstone display. "You must be Dave. Come on in to the studio and we can get ready." I followed this young man into the room equipped for the piercing procedures. He closed the door behind us. The procedure room contained a doctor-style examination table, a few counters and a bunch of organizational cabinets. I sat on the table, trying to look relaxed. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was two or three inches shorter than me, about five foot, five inches tall, with a compact muscular frame. He looked the part of a body artist, with, a couple piercings in his eyebrows, a few on his ears, a septum ring, his ears had rings 3/4" wide. A couple tattoos came up from his collarbones up his neck and had a sleeve tattoo. His hair was a cropped mohawk, I guess that's how one would describe it, very tightly buzzed on the sides and about an inch tall in the center in a strip about an inch and a half wide. He grinned brightly. He was missing one of his front teeth, but his puppy-soft brown eyes made it unnoticeable. "I'm Bryn. I'll be doing your piercing procedure today. So you want earlobe piercings? Any style that specifically interests you?" He watched me intently, he probably noticed I was watching him intently. "Like the captive rings. I think I want to stretch after a while, I think that might look hot." Bryn grinned at that. "Let me see what we can do." Bryn started looking for the right jewelry. "I like to start with a 14 gauge, 1/2 inch diameter..,." His fingers were walking through the small drawers. "I was away for a week and a half and the other piercer got everything mixed up." As he bent over to check some of the lower drawers, I admired the top of his lightly fuzzy crack that peeked from between his jeans and tee shirt. "What made you want to get pierced today?" "Well, a lot has changed. A bad breakup. I just moved to the area for a fresh start, and I want to do something for myself. I'm really just starting to get used to Boston. It took me half an hour to find parking!" "I hear you. I cycle in when the weather is good, I get to park right up front. Sorry about the breakup. It always sucks. My girl just dumped me too. All for the better. She turned into a nag. I was about to kick her to the curb, but she saved me the trouble." Bryn stood back up and smiled, "I found everything we need. We can change the color, and this size fits two sizes of beads," showing me the jewelry he had selected which was in the palm of his hand. "I kinda like the bigger balls." I said with a smirk as we made eye contact. "And I like blue... Or blurple! Let's do that." Bryn started to assemble the pieces, swiftly anodized the color and placed everything in a cartridge to autoclave. It took fifteen minutes, and as we waited he gave me the details of the procedure and aftercare. "If things get irritated, make some chamomile tea and place the teabags on the area. It can really help." "I've never been teabagged like that before." I replied, with an even more intent smirk. He caught my play, and returned my smirk. "There's room for a lot of firsts!" Bryn commented, and then asked "So, do you have any questions about the piercings at this point?" "Kinda. My ears can be a little sensitive. Do they get more sensitive as they stretch, like yours?" "I do feel them more. My girl actually was grossed out by them, so if you're wondering about that. I don't know. We got 12 more minutes. Would you want to feel my earlobes? You know. Strictly for a professional understanding?" My heart just jumped. This hottie, Bryn just asked me to feel his earlobes? I stood up and pretended to play cool. "I guess if I can help out some." And I slowly lifted my hand up his torso, making sure to feel his tummy and chest. He didn't have a six pack, but he did feel very solid. A brief brush against his pec felt very firm. I guided my fingers up to his ear and started to caress along the hoop. "No, silly. If we're going to find out, we gotta do for reals" Bryn sat his hand behind my neck and pulled me in to his right side and I started to kiss his neck and licked and nibbled to his ear. Bryn's breath seized and his whole body stiffened. He regained control and continued to guide my mouth around his ear. "I guess it did get more sensitive!" I started to pull away and we were both panting. We looked at each other and laughed. "Well, that's one ear, we need to see about the other!" I said brazenly. "Yeah, we do, but, I want to try it a little differently." He grabbed my hand and maneuvered me behind him. I took his cue and leaned over to start nibbling on the left side of his neck. He moaned in approval. I continued up his neck, and we started shifting around for more contact. I heard something fall, Bryn must have bumped into a box of supplies or something. Suddenly I feel Bryn's hand moving toward my jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and started rubbing my dick through my briefs. I moaned and started sucking on his neck and ear even more aggressively. My left arm wrapped around him and my hand began to grope his solid belly. I opened my eyes and saw Bryn grab a lubricant, it looks like what he uses to slide tight jewelry in, and squeezed some into his hand. He managed to pull my briefs down and started to stroke my hardon behind his back. My right hand crawled up his side and I caressed his pec as he stroked me. Leaning down to nibble a chew on his ear was straining my neck so I spread my legs apart and pulled him in tighter. I started fucking his hand and we were moaning uncontrollably. Bryn squeezed more of that jewelry lubricant on his hand and continued to let me fuck his hand. He turned his head so we could kiss. His hand clamped down on my dick and sent me deeper into lust. I started pushing harder into him and I tightened my arms around him. He felt perfect, he fit in my arms, his waist and chest fit into me, it felt like we were perfectly pressed into one another. Where my pleasure ends and his began didn't matter, we were one. I started bucking into him, I was about to come. He could tell. With his left hand, Bryn pulled my head to kiss him as deep as I could, and suddenly I just released. I started to shoot the hardest load I have ever shot. Bryn was panting and leaned over the examining table. I looked down. At some point I slipped into him, I had started fucking Bryn. I was still inside him. I bred him. I didn't know what to think. That fuzzy muscular ass was wrapped around my dick. My cock twitched inside him twice and I felt a little more cum ooze into him. The autoclave beeped. It was done. Bryn reached down to pull his jeans back up and switched back into professional mode. "Well, as we said, lots of firsts! Never done that before. Now let's wash up and prepare to make you shiny!" Within five minutes, breathe and pinch, and I had new earrings! "Now, call or stop by if you have any problems!" I grabbed a pen and slip of paper from the counter and scribbled my number on it. "If you want to check up on me, just let me know, too." I winked at Bryn. He opened the door to the studio and let me out. "Will do!" He smirked back. I paid the receptionist and left a $30 tip. She smiled and said, "They look great, you're almost glowing!" "Thanks!" I said as I left Scorpio. Glowing for sure. Oh no. I lied on the paperwork.

Part 6 I lay on the cot in our room, my mind spinning, my asshole both hurting and still wanting more. Master sat in a chair, smoking a tobacco pipe and just looked at his new property. Master. I didn't even know his name. This man now owned me, fucked me up, and whored my ass out, and I had no idea who he was. All I knew was I was his property now. Just a little over 24 hours ago, I was the supreme being. Now here I was a chemed up fuckslut. A God like jock brought down to sub human levels. I was just a cumdump toilet, and I was loving it. Master took another little baggie out, and layed out 2 fat lines on the dirty floor. Handing me a straw, I snorted them both, causing a burning in my throat. But this was something different. Quickly a new sensation took over me. I just layed on the dirty floor and stared into space, unable to move. I was aware of my surroundings, yet felt like I was out of my body. "You're in a K hole boy. Just ride it out, it won't last long." What else could I do? I couldn't move. I just floated into outer space. After a while, I have no idea how long, I drifted back into my body, but still felt like a puddle. I felt Master doing something around my cock, then the prick of a needle. Soon I could feel my cock trying to get hard in the spiked cage. The spikes digging painfully into my flesh. But oddly, the pain just further excited me. Master then wrapped a band around my arm and soon I felt that prick again, followed by the most intense rush I've had yet, and a coughing fit. "That was a .5 slam bitch. Now you should be more than ready for the rest of the night. I told you, you're the main attraction tonight!" With that he grabbed my leash and led me down the hallway to a large room. A large crowd of men had assembled, waiting for me to arrive. I was made to stand up, and my wrists were placed in cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Ankle cuffs were also attached. Then the chain's attached were pulled apart, stretching my body out spread eagle, so I was hanging with only my toes touching the ground. WHACK!!! I screamed out in pain and shock at the sudden contact of a whip against my bare back. Quickly more and more were administered to my vulnerable body, back, shoulders, thighs, calves and ass. I wailed and spasmed in pain, jerking around as I hung there, unable to protect my naked body. For the first time, tears started flowing from my eyes. Over and over the whip attacked my body, till I burned from head to toe. Then the attacks started on my chest. The entire front of my body was whipped like my back had been. Up and down it hit me, leaving burning welts all over. My nipples were attacked extra hard as I threw my head back and howled. Finally, my balls were savagely attacked, causing such pain I thought I would pass out. But the drugs kept me concious. And my cock strained within it spiked prison. Finally, my body burning, covered in sweat, I was released from the chain's, and placed in a sling. I was quickly tied down and immobilized. Then Master approached me, lubing up his hand. With no effort, he rammed 4 fingers right in my sloppy cunt. I moaned as he pushed them around, in and out, stretching me further. Soon he added his thumb, pushing more and more against my sphincter. Someone tied a popper soaked rag around my nose, and I inhaled deeply. Then it happened. Masters fist popped through my assring, right into my guts. I saw stars and the neurons in my brain exploded like the fucking 4th of July! I twisted and jerked, crying in extasy as Master made me a puppet on his arm. He pushed deeper in me, past my inner ring, opening me deep. Soon half of his hairy arm was buried deep in my pussy. Someone unlocked my cock cage, releasing my big cock, allowing it to throb freely. Then Master pulled his arm out, leaving his fist in my cunt. Next he lined up his cock next to his wrist, and pushed it inside. Grabbing my hard cock with his free hand, he jerked me hard and fast while he jerked his own cock inside my ass. Soon we were both blowing our loads in the most intense orgasm I had ever known. A huge built up load sprayed all over my chest and stomach while Master jerked his load off into my ass. The crowd just watched in amazement. He pulled out of my ass, and left me there in the sling. The rest of my night was spent getting fucked and fisted by anyone who wanted to help permanently pulverize my teen jock cunt. My cunt would never be the same after that night.

This is a true story that just happened. I'm 26 and live in Newcastle, in the UK. I had just finished work and decided to go to the Eagle, which was on my way home, just for a quick beer. I had heard that sometimes one might find some fun downstairs, so beer in hand, I went into the basement to take a look. There were a few guys down there, most in their 40's and 50's. I went to the toilets at the back and in a cubicle found there was a glory hole. When I saw a finger slid through the hole, beckoning me, I couldn't resist and I slid my cock through. The guy on the other side of the glory hole was doing a really good job sucking my cock so I was thoroughly enjoying myself, when suddenly the door to my cubicle popped open. I assume I must not have locked properly. In any event, there stood a guy in his late 60's, maybe even early 70's, looking at me, my pants down at my ankles and my cock inserted into a glory hole. "Nice. You having fun?" "Yeah," I replied. He stepped into the cubicle and locked the door. Ordinarily I won't play with a guy so much older than my age, but I really didn't want to move as the guy sucking me was doing an amazing job, but when the older guy reached his hand between my legs and played with my balls, and after a minute or so, went down on his knees and began rimming my hole, I wasn't about to object. Moreover, the rim job he was giving my ass was amazing, and I went along with him when he produced some lube and pushed it into my ass. At some point the guy who had been sucking me left off, but not to worry, another guy readily went down on me, even if, truth be told, he wasn't quite as good as the original sucker. The older man, meanwhile, stood-up and wanked his cock, sliding it up and down my ass crack. "I don't want to get fucked," I commented. "What are you afraid of? You'll like this," he replied. "I'm HIV negative, and want to stay that way," I explained, still determined to enjoy the blow job.. "Don't worry, I'll wear a condom." A few seconds passed, with much rustling of a cellophane packet being torn open, and then I felt him separate my ass cheeks as his cock pushed into me. So I just let him slide his dick into my ass, and after he was balls-deep, he began fucking with an excellent rhythm that was doing all the right things to my prostate. "You like my old cock?" he asked. But I didn't answer. Between the attention to my cock and the added pressure on my prostate, I was perfectly happy. He repeated his question a couple more times, but I didn't bother answering. My acquiesence to his attention was a form of an answer. "I'm getting close," and "I'm gonna blow in your ass," were the next remarks he made, and they sufficiently got my attention that I asked "You are wearing a condom, aren't you?" "Don't worry, just enjoy it," he responded. Reading between his omissions, I responded "Dude, I'm negative. What's your status? Are you wearing a condom?" "I'm poz," he answered, once more not fully answering my questions. "You can't cum in me. I'm neg. Are you wearing a condom?" He then pushed into me hard, slamming me against the cubicle wall. I couldn't move. "Oh fuck, I"m cumming in you. Fuck, yeah, neg boy! Take my poz load. Mmmmm." he moaned as I shot my load into the throat of the cock sucker in the adjoining cubicle. As his began to fade, I managed to slide-out from his grasp, and as I did, his cock slid out of my ass. Turning, I caught a quick glimpse: as I had suspected, he was not wearing a condom. I almost can't believe this just happened, but it did.

Part 4 My whore just lay there on the dirty matress barely moving after his brutal poz fuck. I sat there looking at him while I smoked a cig. "Roll over and show me your cunt!" I ordered. Cory immediately did as told, grabbing his ankles, spreading his legs apart, showing us his red, oozing, fuckhole. We just laughed at the slut. "He minds well." commented Andre. "Yea," I said, "he already knows there's no use in disobeying me." Standing up, I spit on his face, followed by the other two men. "You wanna sell him today man?" Asked Andre. I know a few guys who would pay for some nice teen pussy." "Hell yea I do! No since wasting time. But I wanna film it. They can wear masks, but I wanna get his whole birthday on film to sell. Any poz guys?" "Yea, a couple. How much you selling him for?" "Since he's fresh, even though his pussy is already sloppy, we'll go with $50, but they can be as brutal as they want." "Aight, I'll get the word out now, shouldn't take long." And it didn't. His first official john showed up within an hour. I made sure Cory got another big slam before I turned the guy loose on him. I had the camera set up to catch the action so I wouldn't be in the room to impede the festivities. We just handed the guy a ski mask and let him in the bedroom. We sat in the living room, smoking a fresh pipe. Soon we heard Cory getting beat, his screams making my own cock stir in my jeans. Not too long later the guy came out of the room, handed me $50 bucks and left. I could hear Cory sobbing into the matress. "That's some fucked up shit man." laughed Andre. "Yea I know, but it's hot." I replied. The scene repeated itself many times over the next few hours. The fourth guy used his belt to blister my whore's ass real good. We could hear every time the leather was laid into him, followed by a loud scream from my son. After each john left I would inspect my property to make sure he wasn't seriously injured. But other than welts and bruises, he was alright. By the end of the night, I had $700 bucks in my hand. I gave $300 to Andre, since he was basically acting as a pimp that day. So I figured $400 for sitting on my ass and smoking was pretty good. We went into the bedroom where Cory just lay face down on the matress. His body covered in the marks of his abuse. His ass had severe welts on it, as did other parts of his body. Bruises covered his arms and legs, his face a dark red from repeated slappings, and the beginning of a black eye. He looked like a real roughed up prison bitch. But we weren't finished with him yet. We stripped off our clothes, my cock rock hard looking down at my fucked up son. I laid down on the matress and grabbed Cory, pulling his body on top of mine. With no effort, I rammed my cock up his cunt, it was so loose and wet. He just moaned as I entered him. Andre moved in on top of his back, and lined his cock up to Cory's hole, and forced it in next to mine. Cory just threw his head back and squealed at this new intrusion on his already ripped and sore hole. Andre just powered in, burying himself to the hilt, then started power fucking my son. I just laid there and let him do the work. "You like that boy?" I spoke into Cory's ear. "Tell me son. Tell me you love it. Tell me you are Daddy's whore. Thank me for your birthday presents." "Thank you Daddy," Cory panted, his mind and body too fucked up to resist anything. "Thank you for my birthday. I love you Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." He just repeated that over and over. I knew I totally owned him. Andre must have fucked him for 20 minutes before he blasted another load in my son. As soon as he pulled out, Jamal took his place. Cory's hole offered no resistance, accepting the log right up his trashed out hole. Cory just moaned and begged to be fucked more. I grabbed his head and planted my lips on his neck, sucking as hard as I could. Soon I left a dark red mark, and moved to a new spot. I bit down, breaking the skin and tasted blood. This sent me over the edge and I started fucking his pussy hard with Jamal. Soon we were both dumping two more loads in my sons wrecked mancunt. 22. That's at least how many loads my whore took that day. Watching later what I had taped was so hot, watching anonymous men beat and fuck my son, I couldn't wait to get it edited and online for sale. I knew plenty of sick fucks would pay well for it.

Part 5 As the van drove through the city, I lay in the back in a chemed up, sexed up haze. My mind drifted back to my high school football days. I saw my teammates naked in the showers, rubbing their soap covered bodies. Then I saw them lined up one after the other to fuck me as I lay on the weight bench, pounding my ass and filling me with their hot cum. Then I imagined their dads fucking me, big hairy men passing the quarterback slut around. As these images filled my head, I reached down into my shorts and felt my raw, puffy hole. I moaned as I felt the wetness oozing out of it, around my finger and down my leg. I knew my hole was wrecked, but I still wanted more. I had no idea just how wrecked my hole would become. The van stopped and Master came to the back and pulled off my tank top. Pulling out some nipple clamps, he attached them to me. I yelped in pain, but was quickly turned on by this new sensation. Then he opened the van door. I started to panic. We were at the bar from last night. The bar I frequented as the top God. I was known there! Everyone would see me as a pig! Master just yanked on my collar and dragged me out of the van. As soon as we entered the bar, he dropped me to my knees. I crawled after him, my head hung in shame as people snickered and pointed. Master just took his position at the bar with me on the floor next to him. Over the next few hours I remained on the floor. People would come to examine me with my cum caked hair, reeking of piss, with cum oozing out of my ass. Master would encourage them to finger my hole, which they did a lot. Especially humiliating were the twinks I had dominated fingering me and sticking their fingers in my mouth to clean off. Eventually we left and Master drove us to our next destination. Club Taurus. A very hardcore sex club. I had heard about it, but had never been. I was informed that I was tonight's special entertainment. As soon as Master paid and we were inside, I was stripped naked again and led to our room. The club wasn't busy yet, it was still a little early, so I just rested a while on the bed while Master busied himself with his phone. An hour or so later, and it was time to get busy. Several large hits and a bootie bump later, we were out in the orgy room. I was grabbed immediately and bent over. I didn't even see the man, but just felt his cock push into me. I moaned like a whore as he rode me, pumping me hard and unloading deep inside me. Man after man used my whore holes, dumping load after load into me. At one point as I was sitting on a guy, riding him, he just grabbed me and pulled me into him. Immediately I felt another cock at my hole, trying to push in. With brute force he jammed it up inside me alongside the other cock. I cried out in pain as I was ripped apart. The guy who had just entered me covered my mouth to silence me and started deep dicking me hard and fast until both cocks erupted at the same time flooding my torn innards. The use of my body went on for some time before Master took me out of the orgy room and back to our private room. I was to get a little break before the finale of the evening.

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.......

OK so I'd had one too many... Straight guy looking... Decided to go for it. Nice guy. Smooth dark skin, hot bod. Got him naked pretty quick. He was totally limp, I could tell this was going to take a little work. Sat him on my couch and ran my hands over his tight body for my own enjoyment, then decided to focus on giving him the oral pleasure in the hopes I'd get him to top me. Started working his cock and balls with my mouth...didn't get much of a reaction and was worried things weren't going to go well. Thank God for wireless data though...he took out his smartphone and pulled up some porn and finally got some blood flowing down there. Tasty cock, about 7.5" I'd guess. Nice mushroom head swelled up really nice even when the rest of him wasn't hard. As long as I kept working on him and he stayed focused on the porn he was hard. Soon as I stopped though he would go limp quick. Considered just sucking him off...but I needed something in my ass so I took him to my bedroom. Of course by the time I got him on my bed he was going limp again so I gave him another good hoovering. Once he was hard again I started working the head of his cock with my tongue to get him extra aroused and then when I could tell he was really enjoying it I told him to stick it in me. I got on all fours and stuck my ass in the air. He was quickly behind me and I could feel his still hard cock poking my buns. I thought we were good to go, when suddenly he asked me for a condom. Had a feeling that wasn't going to work, but I did have some within easy reach. He grabbed one, ripped open the packet, but by the time he got it on he had gone soft again. I helped him lube up but he couldn't get it hard enough to do anything. He started jerking himself furiously, and I decided that I'd done enough work and his erection was now his own problem. Once he got semi-hard he picked up his phone and clicked the porn back on. He was grinding hard against my ass...he really wanted it but couldn't get it hard enough to get it in. Eventually the condom slid off and he started jerking himself again. I knew if I could get him to forget about the condom that this would be my best chance. I grabbed my cheeks and spread them wide as I pushed back against him so the head of his bare cock was rubbing my crack as he jerked. My plan totally worked. In a few seconds he was grinding up against me, trying to work the head of his still limp cock into my hole. With a little help, and a lot of lube he finally got it in. That's all it took...The whole experience up till then had been fairly lame, but we quickly turned a corner. As he continued grinding my ass, his bare cock slowly but surely started to grow and harden inside me. It was an amazing feeling as his limp cock got semi hard and he started fucking me properly. I was quickly moaning with pleasure as with each stroke he got bigger, harder, and more confident. Soon he was rock hard and sliding in and out of my in long, powerful strokes. A few minutes later his legs started to twitch and he let out a gasp as he unloaded inside of me. As soon as he was done he pulled out, grabbed his clothes, gave me a sheepish smile and was out the door.

Below is a hot story that was posted on the old bugshare site. I remember shooting a few loads to it. It's about a poz man in his late 20's who rents a room from a family. This story has everything taboo from poz/neg, stealthing, bug-chasing, gift-giving, incest play. I just love it. ....................... I still live at home with my parents and my little sister. I’m David, I’m 21, Gay, with a 16cm cock. About a year ago, we rented out the extra room in our house to a guy in his late 20s, Michael. I'm not sure what he does, but he's hot, keeps himself very fit, works out at the gym a lot. He has his own room with a separate entrance via the balcony and as well as a bathroom for his use so we don't disturb him in his privacy. In spite of these precautions, after a few weeks Michael didn't feel so much like an intruder or tenant, but more like a buddy or some like a member of the family. He ate with us, hung out with us in the evenings We all got along very well. Since he was that close, he was off limits for me to hit on. That is, until a week this winter. In one of my regular horny bouts I went cruising some of the clubs for guys. Already quite hammered at one point I noticed Michael dancing on the dance floor openly making out with a hot young guy. They were all over each other. I never knew Michael was gay! But here he was, grabbing ass, kissing deeply to loud music. In my drunken state for some reason I did not keep quiet but slurred at Michael what he was doing there and why he was making out with some random kid when he could have had the kid down the hall, at which I cheekily pointed both thumbs my way. He didn't seem very surprised to see me there, but trying to talk to me seemed to bore the hell out of his companion. The boy left and Michael had me sit down somewhere quiet. Damn, he was hot. A bit sweaty already, his abs glistening, the light fuss on his chest looking very inviting through the wife beater he was wearing. I could see part of a tattoo on his shoulder, but not what it was. Damn, I love tattoos. Looking back, I think he was waiting for my buzz to go down, keeping me off drinks, sensing me more conscious, he finally made his move. Did I mean what I told him on the dance floor? Hell, did I?!? I didn't even answer but moved closer to kiss him. Without any hesitation he kissed me back, pushing his strong tongue against my lips to open up to him, pulling my head to his with his hands behind my back. I moved my hands to his chest, first massaging, then pinching his nipples. As I dropped one hand to his lap, he pulled me up and towards the exit. No word was spoken. Hand in hand we left. We practically ran for the car and left for home. Never mind my family might notice. They were asleep by then, anyway. As Michael had his own entrance via his balcony in the backyard, we thought it wise to enter there. In his room he almost ripped the clothes off my body. There I was, in the same house as my parents, naked in front of the man we shared our house with. I was hard, naturally. Michael kissed me again, touched my body everywhere, pinched my nipples, which I love, and without a warning went down on my dick. Again, no words were spoken. We were just too horny to form any sensible words anymore. And we knew what we wanted. Leaving my hard dick Michael pushed me down in front of him. Intuitively, I knew what he wanted me to do. I did. His jeans were opened and fell down his muscular legs and I was face to face with his hard, veiny cock. No pants, that's nice! It was a real beauty, about 18cm, the head glowing purple and glistening from pre-cum. Not wasting any time kissing, I took it deep into my mouth in one go. Delicious! The salty fragrance filled my mouth, my nose pushed against the trim bush of his pubes, his hands on my head setting a quick rhythm. I did not resist, why should I? I wanted the very same thing. I must have sucked his dick for about 15 minutes, coating it with my saliva, making it slick. Michael stepped out of his jeans completely and gestured me to get onto the bed. I lay down on my back as the strong man crawled closer. Still, no words were exchanged, no word of status nor condoms. He just kissed me deeply once more and put his hard cock to my waiting hole. Damn, he was teasing me with it, moving it around my manhole, putting it to the opening, but never quite pushing in. I couldn't take it anymore and as he moved to the opening again, I pushed down a bit against the tip of his cock, The head slowly pushing my love-channel open. I moaned. Right then, he knew I was in and that's when he pushed forward. Slowly, sensually, he pushed his whole cock into my excited body, getting into a slow but steady rhythm, making sure we both got a lot out of this. This was more than a quick fuck, it was intimate and intense. I kept touching his body, my hands under the front of his wife beater, feeling up his muscular chest. Damn, this man was one hot piece of work. My legs in the air, me on top of him, him fucking me from behind. I could feel my stretched hole and his hard cock moving in and out, fucking me deeply, steadily, skin on skin. At one point when I was on my back again, he started a quicker beat, and I pushed back in time to show him I was along for the same end. He grabbed onto my shoulders pushing me down on the length of his dick, ever deeper. The silence was broken: "David, I will cum inside of you." I could only moan, completely unable to express anything in a sensible sentence. "Take my cum, David, you hot little slut boy." He moaned, I loved the intense expressions on his face as he released in my hole. I swear I could feel the cum flowing out. His hand moving closer to my own hard cock was enough to send me off, cum sprayed all over my belly and chest, he scooped it up and let it drip into my mouth slowly, his cock still in me. Only after five minutes did he roll off me. I snuggled into him and we slowly fell asleep. The next morning at some time between five and six, I woke up, remembering I should probably better go to my room. It was already light outside and a little light fell in through the shut windows. Michaels wife beater was all ruffled, baring the tattoo beneath: biohazard. That night I hardly slept at all. We must have returned home at some point between 2 and 3 in the morning, I couldn't have slept for more than an hour in his bed. Having seen his tattoo and knowing what it might mean, I was unable to fall asleep anymore. After throwing myself around in bed for quite some time, I switched on the TV to keep my mind from working at high speed. Did the tattoo mean what I thought it meant? Would he do that to me? It couldn't, he wouldn't. He probably just liked the design, or maybe he liked that horrible metal band. But then again, he is gay, he fucked me bare. What if he does that with anyone? How do I know that he doesn't slut around? How do I know that what we did was an exception? But, hell, it was really fantastic, wasn't it? Thinking back, condoms would have definitely destroyed the mood. Had I ever thought of them. I mean, we should have used them, they all tell us we should. But there is no way we would have. We were just too horny. But would I do it again? In my room a took my laptop to the bed, surfing for biohazard tattoos. Could Michael really be positive? Why didn't he tell me? Unconsciously, the pictures I clicked became skimpier and skimpier, and more and more of erotic matter. Damn, they do look hot, don't they? How many of these half naked, or rather: half erect, men are HIV positive? They sure did not look sick. Quite the opposite. They were hot. I'd them. Would I? Thinking about it, I realized in a way I already did. And Michael could keep up with the best of them. No, he didn't appear sick, either. He was positively healthy. If he managed to look like that, how much risk could I have taken? Even if he actually was positive, he seemed to get along alright. Over time I calmed down more and more, my hand on my dick having quite a part in my relaxation. Horny as I was, I knew I'd do him again. Any way he wanted. There was no way I'd turn down such a hot fucker literally down the hall. So there I was, horny, Fuck, I needed to get some. And I know where to get it. Just five minutes later I lightly knocked at Michael's door... It only took Michael 3 seconds to get to the door and open it. The door wasn't even opened by the time I had my tongue in Michaels mouth. I pushed myself into the room, Michael in front of me having to walk backwards, shutting the door with my foot. Michael didn't put up any resistance, at a quick glance I could tell he was in the mood. There was porn on the TV and lube on his nightstand. Seems he expected a solo night and got something better. I didn't need long to have my hands down his pants and slowly stroke his beautiful dick. It was already hard to begin with, so all I did was taking over the jerking. Stopping kissing for a moment I looked down to see a drop of pre cum forming on the head, looking delicious. So I slowly kissed down Michaels body, taking off his wife beater in the process, pulling down his pants, to eventually land my tongue on the ever-growing drop on his dick head. It tasted fantastic. I knew right then that I wouldn't stop before I got a whole lot more of his tasty dick secretions. Like a starving man I took his cock into my mouth, twirling my tongue around his shaft, licking his balls, worshiping his manhood. All this time Michael was completely silent. First surprised by my sudden appearance, then taken aback by my attack on his body, then fascinated by my horniness and will to pleasure him. But then he broke the silence, "I knew you'd come back, you slut!" I could only answer by trying to get more of his manhood down my throat. He helped me by putting his hands onto my head and pushing me down on himself, forcing more and more of his dick into me, choking me. I loved it. I loved the taste in my mouth, the steady stream of pre cum from his slit. I loved his forceful side taking over. I loved being on my knees in front of the man who shared the house with me and my family. I loved the little bit of doubt in the back of my head, the thoughts and fears of the morning pushed back into the furthest alleys of my conscience by reckless horniness. At that very moment I was all horniness, but there was this feeling of taboo, of crossing a line as well. Tears were forming in my eyes from being choked. Michael must have known my slight discomfort, as he forcefully pulled me of his cock and towards the bed. I was still fully dressed, so Michael almost ripped my jacket and shirt of me. As he started pulling on my shoes I quickly loosened my pants, allowing Michael to quickly tear them down my legs. In no time he was on top of me, kissing me deeply, our tongues wrestling, our cocks rubbing against each other. His hand found my dick with a soft tickle. The tickling concentrated on my balls, moving upward toward the head, then turned into jerking. I was hard as a rock and my hips started a rhythm pushing my dick into his fist. He hardly had to even move his hand. Separating our lips, Michael slowly kissed down my body. Starting with soft, sensual kisses on my neck, toward my chest, sucking on my hardening nipples. There he remained for some time, enjoying the feel of my nipples on his tongue and teeth, me enjoying his tongue and teeth on my nipples. At the same time, he kept his hand at my cock, my hips still moving in their ancient evolutionary rhythm. Eventually he kissed further down, taking some time at my belly button, then kissing inward in my hips, first left, then right, teasing me. Slow kisses from the sides toward my cock, never quite arriving. He took one hand to my ass, first slapping it in a harsh contrast to the soft touches of his lips in the front. Then he put a finger to my hole. Just as he slipped it in, his mouth found my cock. As his lips touched my dick head, a finger slid into me from behind. I was ecstatic, I moaned, I didn't know which way my hips should move: forward into his mouth or backward into his finger. Instinct knew what to do: both. I pushed my ass back unto his fingers then jerked forward into his mouth. The same rhythm I was in before, only more intense by being penetrated and penetrating. Michael slipped his fingers out of me to get some lube on them. His face was still on my cock, and has his hands reached for the lube I knew what he wanted to do and handed it to him. His mouth didn't even need to leave my cock and he didn't need to speak a word. Horny minds think alike. His lubed fingers got even deeper into my hole, opening it, more fingers sliding in, two, three. In the front, Michael was chewing on my balls by now, licking of the pre cum from my dick head once in a while. Then he pulled his fingers out of me turned around and put his cock to my mouth, never lifting his mouth from my crotch. I loved it. The feeling of my cock in his mouth while having his in mine. But Michael quickly tired of 69ing, threw himself around and pulled me on top of him. His hands pushed my down on his body until my ass was hovering above his hard dick. Even without his demanding hands I would have backed up onto his dick. The moment when the wet head slowly pushed my hole open was intense. I moaned out loud (in the back of my mind a voice tried to remind me of my parents down the hall and to keep the noise down). As he entered me ever deeper, Michael pulled my lips to his. The kiss went on until all of his dick was embedded into my hole. I started to move up and down on it and enjoyed the feeling of fullness and fulfillment. But Michael stopped me mid-movement. He held me up in the air, then pushing his crotch upward and fucking into me from below. Even working against gravity Michaels was fucking me with intense force, pushing all of his cock into me each time. He kept it up for an impressive time, but eventually he pushed me onto my hands and knees and fucked me from behind. From this position I could see myself in a mirror on the wall. And more importantly I could see Michael fucking me, his face contorted in lust. He noticed too and looked deeply into my eyes while giving me the fuck of my life. I moved my hand to my cock, but he slapped my hand away. He wouldn't have it. So he had me get on my back, with my head hanging down the edge of the bed, toward the mirror. His hand found my cock, his cock found my hole and he fucked and jerked us closer and closer to climax. "Do you want it?", he asked. "Yeah", I grunted. "I will fuck my load into you, are you close?" "Ugh", I felt my orgasm approaching. My body must have jerked, as Michael senses I was cumming. He sped up his fucking and just as cum started squirting from my dick I could see his face get red and through his clenched teeth he grunted: "Here comes Johnny!" There we lay in the afterglow. The passion and lust turning from aggressiveness to more tender hugs. With the worst of my horniness gone, the fog of lust gone, a question found its way from the back of my mind to my mouth: "Michael, you are positive, aren't you?" Kissing my brow, Michael breathed a shallow: "Yes." So there I was, poz cum in my hole, the second load in two days. Michael kissed me and hugged me tight, so any thoughts of getting to the bathroom and cleaning it out quickly vanished. And I had taken another one without getting it out again anyway. It seemed the deed was done. Thing was, I wasn't all that bothered. Right there, at that moment in Michaels arms it felt right. His body was warm, hot even, and out kisses started gaining passion again. "So, do you mind?" Michael asked. All I could answer was "I'm not sure. Yet." His hand found my cock at full attention again. "I know at least part of you doesn't." His hand moved up and down on my betraying dick. In a sudden, his mouth was around it. I know what being hungry for cock feels like, but I was still surprised at the vigor of this blow job. His fingers crawled to my hole while his mouth was filled with my dick. They found my slick hole ready for entry. In no time two fingers entered me and pushed in and out, opening my hole once again. He used both hands to pull at my hole, stretching it, then putt three fingers in and rubbed my insides raw. He had me. "Up for another go?" He didn't even wait for my answer. Nor did he need to. I fell forward into a nice doggy position, my ass up in the air, ready for the taking. Michael was already halfway inside of me when I said "Go for it!" Was I fucking crazy? He had just told me he had HIV and I welcomed him into again, bareback no less? The passion and lust of that moment is hard to explain. I guess part of me figured that the deed was done and one more load wouldn't matter. The other half was either giving a damn or getting off on the doubts and risk. Not that I really could think clearly with Michael in me. The more he got into me, the less I cared and the hornier I got. I caught myself moaning, then noticing that it wasn't really moaning, it was rhythmic chant, a mantra, if you will, "Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me." and so on. Michael did. Slow deep strokes. Hard strokes. Then half a minute of really fast hard fucking. Slapping my butt. Then repeat. It drove me wild with lust. He hard dick hit my prostate again and again, bringing me close to cumming. Michael sensed and slowed down, stretching out our lovemaking (was it lovemaking?). Eventually, Michael was at the point where he wanted us to cum. So he worked my prostate again with hard strokes, fucking the cum out of it. Just as I was in the process of cumming, Michael moaned: "Are you ready to get some more of my poz cum?" "Ugh" "Are you ready to get pozzed?" "Fuck me." "Are you?" "Yes! Fuck me! Poz me! Fuck me! YES!" It was the passion speaking, I was far gone. The orgasm was mine, though. It was intense. In the mirror I could once again see Michael tense up, and as he grabbed my butt and plowed deep into me, cumming he shouted "Take my poz cum, David!". I hoped my parents hadn't heard. I woke up several hours later, with two poz loads still in my hole. Michael was beside me on sleeping face down. The biohazard tattoo was now in clear view. It was beautiful, deep black with a blood red lining. I traced its lines as I thought about its meaning. Michael must have felt, as he started moaning softly. I couldn't see whether his eyes were open but I didn't stop touching his beautiful back. First I gave him a light massage, but moved my head closer to get his sexy fragrance. I was close to his tattoo when I sensed him definitely waking up. So I started kissing his back, more specifically, the tattoo. Just as I had retraced the lines with my fingers I now retraced it with kisses and my tongue. It was like acknowledging what we had done and that I loved it. He knew and asked: "You like my tattoo, don't you?" "It's really well done - and it's hot." "One of these days you may want one of your own. You definitely deserve one." I had to let those words sink in. "You know that I'm neg right?" "I wouldn't be too sure about that now. And the way you're picking up guys and taking them raw..." "Did you know my status?" "I guessed it from your reaction yesterday, but who am I to ask? If someone is up for fucking, that's that. Don't ask, don't tell. But I'm glad you came back." He was right. I made choices, once drunk, Twice super-horny. But nevertheless I chose every time to have sex with him. And the last two times could not be excused with ignorance. I knew it and I chose it. It was still quite a shock to admit to it. My mouth was still on his tattoo. I couldn't stop adoring it. "When did you get it, Michael?" "The tattoo or the bug?" "Both, I guess" "The tattoo about two years ago, the bug about 4." "How did you get HIV?" "Like this, from sex. I knew what I was doing, knew the risk and knew the pleasure. So I was okay with the diagnosis." "Do you know who gave it to you?" "No. See, I fucked around a lot back then, and still do. I was at gang bangs every other weekend and gave my ass up for everyone who was there quite a few times. Not mentioning all the poz or pozcum-filled asses I've fucked myself." "You if you hadn't hooked up with me, you'd have taken that boy home?" "Him, some other one, there is always someone for a versatile guy" "You mean for a hot versatile guy as you are." "Thanks, David. But you see, you proved my point. And you enjoyed it, judging from your coming back." "I did. So do you still go to gang bangs?" "Once in a while. You meet interesting people there." I didn't understand then what he meant. "All bare?" "Sure enough. I'd hate wasting all that cum. You're quite intrigued by it, aren't you? Have you ever been in a gang bang?" "No. I once made out with two guys, kissing, groping, but nothing more. It was hot though." He turned around and stroked my half-erect cock. "So, would you like to change that and actually have a threesome?" "Only with people I could trust....but I might know a guy up for it." I knew James thought Michael was hot. I knew James would be horny enough to be up for it (as long as he didn't cum). But James didn't know about Michael's status, I had never told him. Should I? Would he mind? Michael had his mouth on my cock again by then. His saliva was all over it. Suddenly he asked me to lie down on my back. My dick was rock hard and was sticking up. Michael gave it a few more sucks and spat on it. Then he sat down on it. To see the guy who lived with my family moving his hole down my raw hard cock, to see his passionate expressions as he did was super hot. He loved getting fucked just as much as fucking. My hands were on his tight ass in no time, his mouth and mine locked in a kiss. He did all the work, taking my dick as deep as it got, moving in a heavy rhythm. I knew the difference between safe and bare fucking, having done both, but at that moment I understood why people would do nothing else then raw, natural sex. At that moment I knew why people took so much risk just for feeling skin on skin. And I understood it even better just a few seconds later, when I filled Michael with a load of cum. The next afternoon I didn't have much to do, so I walked over to James' house. I was both horny and nervous. James sensed something was up right away. I guess it was the sex, he has this eery sex-detector going. So I told him. I told him about spending another night with Michael, about switching positions and how much I enjoyed being with him, how hot he makes me and how uninhibited I tend to be with him. And I told him about being found out by my sister. That really got his attention. He'd always had the hots for her and he made me tell him everything about the conversation. I wanted to leave things out, but he kind of managed to fill the blank spots. He was intrigued. He wouldn't let go of the topic, and in an attempt at changing it I spurted out "Michael asked me about threesomes." "What?" "He asked me whether I ever had one or ever thought about having one?" "So...did you?" "Nope, but I kinda like the idea." "Well, I did and it's hust as hot as you think." "You did? Why did you never tell me? I never thought there was a guy open to that, let alone two." "Sure I did. It's intense! You can suck one and fuck one. Or you are in someone and someone's in you. You should try it, nudge, nudge." "Are you saying this to get to fuck Michael?" "Ha. You really know me, dude." "Jackass!" I liked the idea, though. I know both of them, I've had sex with both of them. There probably is no better way of starting with group fun than this. I know Michael'd be game, James is already up for it, but there were still doubts in my mind. Me fucking Michael is alright, but would I be ok with James doing it as well? On the other hand: Michael already told me he was fucking with lots of guys. So why was I even jealous? But there was another thing: would I tell James about the risks? I didn't. I thought about it, but felt it's not ok to expose Michael without him knowing. And at that point it wasn't as if it was really about to happen. Unfortunately, nothing happened for a few days. No sex with Michael and no sex with James. On friday, I told my family (and Michael) I was going to stay at James'. Michael knew that I was considering James as the third guy. At James' we were set up with booze, video games and porn, to be consumed in that order. The booze seriously hampered our success at the games, but we reveled in the chance of safe drunk-driving at GTA. It got boring soon, though, and we dropped our clothes and put in some nice bisexual porn, bareback of course. Commenting on the girl's tits, the guys' cocks and jacking our dicks furiously, we got extra-horny. Just as I was about to go down on James the doorbell rang. James threw on some pants and returned with Michael just a minute later. I couldn't even stop the porn on the screen. There was a big on James' face. I knew what he was thinking. And Michael was catching up fast. "So that's what you boys have been up to..." He said. "Would you mind if I joined?" James stared at me, looking for a sign of approval and he found it when my mouth twitched, forming a smile. Wasting no time, he span around to Michael and dropped to his knees, hands on Michael's crotch. Michael: "My, you are a needy one, aren't you?" Then he looked right at me and grinned as James started massaging his dick through his jeans. You could see the outlines of his fleshy tool through the clothing. Even more, when James began kissing the hardness from root to head, leaving trails of saliva all over the crotch of Michael's jeans. He slowly pulled down the zipper and unbuttoned the jeans. Michael's dick sprang from the dropping pants, no underwear, nothing left between a hard cock and James' hungry mouth. At this point I lost all interest in the porn on the TV, all my attention was focussed on my best friend giving my lover (?) a blow job. And I knew how good James' blow jobs can be if he's really into it. He loves his tongue swirling around a hard cock, licking it from bottom to top and down again, slowly tracing the dick-head, or chewing on the balls. But what he really craves is pre cum and cum. He is crazy for it, the taste makes his blow jobs more and more intense and aggressive, when in the end he is switching between deep throating and sloppy licking all over the recipient's dick. So after James worked some pre cum out of Michael's cock, his cycle started: deeper and deeper the cock went in his mouth, more and more saliva was thickly coating it, and his tongue was licking out saliva and pre cum, making him ever hornier. Michael loved it. He didn't even bother to move his hands to James head, he just stood there, legs wide apart, and enjoyed. The sight got me horny, my hand found its way to my dick, but it wasn't enough. I stood up to stand next to Michael, leaning in for a kiss. While Michael and I were kissing deeply, James moved over to my cock, licking up the pre cum already glistening on its head. For a few minutes he switched back and forth, sucking Michael and sucking me, but it wasn't enough. He wanted us both. So he pulled at both our cocks so they were touching and slowly slid his lips over both our dick heads. I've never felt such a thing, Michael's cock next to mine in the confines of James' mouth while his tongue swirled around all the time. I loved it! Michael's hands were all over me by then and we were still kissing deeply. I knew this night was going to be good and would more than make up for the last few days. But I didn't want to cum yet. I pushed Michael down on the couch and pulled off his jeans. Now both James and I were sucking on Michaels cock and kissed each other around it. Then I turned to James' rear and pulled his pants down as well. My hands touched his already hard dick while I started rimming his fuck hole. It was twitching already, a clear sign James was super horny. I pushed my tongue deeper into him, and put a finger in as well. I was opening him up. But Michael had a different idea. He stood up, his white t-shirt still on, and left James head on the couch without anything to suck on, and stood behind me. Without much ado, Michael put his cock to my ass and pushed it in, the only lubricant being James' saliva. It hurt at first, but he knew how to make the pain really pleasurable. Soon, his whole shaft was inside of me, then pulled out all the way and rammed back in. I could only moan into James' ass. Apparently he appreciated the vibration of my moans, as he pushed back on my face. I wanted more. Like a dog I slowly crawled onto James, Michael following me, never missing a beat, and slowly pushed into James' saliva-lubricated hole. I was sandwiched between two hot bodies, one fucking me deeply, one being fucked by me. Fuck, it was good! Michael grabbed onto James hips and enforced a rhythm on all of us, pushing me even deeper into James' willing fuck hole. Michael's dick head hit my prostate from behind, driving me ever closer to orgasm, with no way of slowing down, he kept pushing me back onto him by pushing James onto my cock. I felt the cum boiling up in my balls, let out a moan and came deep into James. For a while, Michael continued the action, but I needed a break. So we broke it off, James quickly turned around to clean my cock and get some of the cum still leaking from it and Michael pulled out of me, his cock still hard. James was already looking at it hungrily. "Do you want it?" Michael asked him. James I sat down on the couch to catch my breath, ames jumped forward, swallowing Michael's dick whole. Coated with my ass juices and now my saliva, Michael's poz fuck stick disappeared into my friends face. This time Michael was more active and aggressive. He grabbed James' head and held him down on his cock, choking him - James didn't mind. Then Michael just held James in place and really fucked his face in the same rhythm in which he fucked my ass just a minute before. James cock was still hard, he enjoyed being used this way. After fucking his face for a while, Michael pulled out and slapped James' face with his dick, saliva and his poz pre cum leaving traces on it. When Michael forced him to turn around, pushed his head into my crotch and his own tongue up James' butt hole, James gave up all control and just let the pleasure happen. My dick was still soft, but James knew what he had to do. While Michael was sucking his man cunt, he began licking at my balls, then my shaft. I knew it would take a little longer, but the blow job would eventually get me hard again. Meanwhile, Michael pushed two fingers up James hole, fingering out some of the cum I deposited in there. He looked at the both of us and put his cum coated fingers to James' mouth. James licked them clean immediately, sucking the fingers in deeper. Michael wanked his cock with his other hand, smearing his pre cum all over it. I knew where this was heading and I didn't stop it. It was just too hot, too enticing. It was like a hot porno played out by two friends right in front of your face. Only, you could take part in it. I looked at James, who was visibly preparing for penetration and then looked at Michael. He looked me deep in the eyes as he slowly put his poz-precum covered dick to James' hole. It was twitching, waiting for its well-deserved cock. Michael grinned evilly as his dick head entered the well-fucked hole. James moaned as the poz cock filled his hungry body. He pushed back onto Michael, wanting him all inside of him. His eyes were closed, but Michael's eyes were staring at me like he was saying: "See what I'm doing? I'm poz-fucking your best friend. Bareback!" By this time I was hard again. Whether it was the hot sex going on in front of me, the secret I still kept from my best friend, or his hungry mouths action on my cock - I don't know. All I know that I was fucking horny and took initiative. Just as Michael had done, I slapped my cock on James' face or rubbed it all over it. More trails of pre cum were left on his face, so I leaned forward and licked his face all over. James meanwhile was moaning, completely oblivious to what I was doing. Michael was fucking into him hard, pulling all the way out and fucking it all the way in again, straining James' sphincter and fuck chute. Only when I kissed James on his mouth, he snapped out of it, opened his eyes and kissed me back instantly. His hand flashed to my dick and began wanking it. I could see the ecstasy in his eyes. When he felt pre cum leaking from my slit, James immediately put his mouth on it to get the taste. This left me laying back on the couch, looking at Michael's rhythmic fucking. His eyes were closed by now as he concentrated on the pleasure of his sloppy second on James' hole. At times, he was stopping deep in James, not moving a bit, so he wouldn't cum, holding out as long as he could. As that happened I thought I could see some slight movement of his shaft, as if he was so close to orgasm that more pre cum or even bits of cum were flowing through it. The thought of how James' insides by now were coated with my cum and Michael's pre cum was driving me wild, though I cannot tell whether in a good or a bad way (or whether the two were actually the same). Remembering how hot the sandwich fuck was, moved behind Michael and started licking his hole. He surprised me by pulling out of James all the way and pushing into my mouth. I licked of my own cum, the ass juiced and Michael's pre cum, covering it in turn with my saliva, so he could push it back into James. As he did that I fingered his hole and spread it. When I knew he was ready I lined up my dick and slowly slid in. Michael held still for a moment. When I was in all the way, I held onto James' hips the way Michael did before and fucked them both. Michael twitched up and down my cock and at the same time fucked deep into James. And I controlled it all. When I felt Michael getting close, though, I'd stop moving, not rushing things, of not wanting to actually have him cum in James. I still felt Michael's body contracting, though, which was very hot. I kissed Michael's neck and whispered words of appreciation into his ear. I really liked the guy and I enjoyed even sharing him. My jealousy was gone and its place was taken over by a stronger feeling of closeness. Fucking like this for a while brought us all closer and closer to orgasm. I tried to gauge James' pleasure and not let him cum to early, knowing that that would effectively end the night. But I also needed to concentrate on Michael. When I eventually sensed James getting to close, I had us stop. Michael had to slowly pull out, as I pulled out of him. James was still extremely horny and immediately began sucking on my dick, licking off the taste of Michael's poz hole. He wanked Michael at the same time and then sucked us in turns. He was like a bitch in heat, like a dirty whore. I spat into his face and told him to sit down on my dick. So I sat on the couch as James' ass hovered above me. Facing me, he slowly took all of my shaft in. Michael soon had his cock between both our mouths again. So while I was fucking James, or rather James was fucking himself on my cock, both of us licked and sucked Michael. He slapped his dick in both our faces and let some salive drop onto us once in a while. There appeared a grin on his face, he took a step back and stood behind James. Then I felt his fingers on my cock. Rather: I felt them along my cock in James' hole. He was fingering James while I was fucking him! Then I felt his tongue on my balls, licking up to James' cunt, applying more and more saliva, pushing it in with his fingers. James was going crazy. Suddenly, I felt neither Michael's tongue nor his fingers, but soon after I felt something big against my dick, and pushing into James alongside of me. Fuck, Michael wants to double-fuck James! It didn't quite work, though, James was tightening up and Michael couldn't get in. Michael left the room for a second and returned with a bottle in hand. He held it to James' nose and said "Inhale deeply, bitch!". As James did just that, I felt him relax. At that moment, Michael pushed his cock against James ass again. This time he managed to get it in. I felt him slowly sliding up against me, the already tight ass accommodating both our cocks. We were packed tight! It was amazing! I looked at James, who's eyes were glassy, part tears, part ecstasy. Michael kept feeding him poppers, which, as I kissed James, also effected me a bit. All I could think about was fucking the tight hole being fucked by Michael. I could hear Michael moaning out "Take it, you dirty little bitch! Do you like that? Do you like getting double fucked? Do you like our bare cocks in your overpacked tight hole?" James could only moan his approval. Michael kept going on "You will get it. You will get both our cum deep inside that nasty hole of yours." James was twitching around us: he wanted it. The tightness, the twitching, the talk got us ever closer to climax. I sensed the signs of it in James and this time I wouldn't stop, even if I could. Michael sensed it, too, and fucked him with even more fervor. His cock rubbing against mine and James' motion on my cock pulled me with them. Michael spat out once more: "Take it, James, take my cum." As I felt Michael cum right next to me, covering my cock and James' insides with his poz cum, James and I couldn't hold back. I came inside of him as well, mixing my cum with Michael's poz load. James was fucked out. He could hardly talk and quickly fell asleep. Michael and I relaxed watching porn, also not talking for a while. Soon Michael's hand was on his cock, which got hard immediately. I quickly followed suit so were both stroking out cocks watching three guys doing it bare. Two of the men had biohazard tattoos and they were topping a young looking twink. James was still passed out, but Michael and I were looking at each other hungrily. Soon my head was between Michael's thighs and I was giving him a sloppy blow job. I could still taste cum on it, but also something else. A tinny flavor. Blood. We must have ripped James pretty good, looking at his hole, I could see the cum leaking out was slightly pink. For some reason this made me even hotter for Michael's cock. I deep throated him, sucked on his balls, spat on the shaft until the taste was completely gone. Then he drew me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues were all over each other, our hands on each others cocks and asses. Michael nibbled on my ear and then whispered: "Did you enjoy stealthing your best friend? 'Cause I sure did." Stealthing? So that's what we did? Michael continued whispering: "I'm sure it's going to take, we tore him up good." His cock got even harder as he spoke his dirty mind. Small pangs of bad conscience troubled me, but every time I thought about how I probably helped infecting my best friend with a deadly disease, Michael's hand and mouth made me feel so very good. It didn't take long for the guilt to be associated with the pleasure. The wrongness suddenly seemed so hot, so right. Thinking about how both our cocks had stretched James and opened him up for Michael's charged load made me even hornier. Michael noticed: "I see you did enjoy it. Once you yourself have the gift, you will know how hot it really is." For a moment I thought what a dirty fuck Michael was. First he picked me up at a club and even though he was practically family fucked me bareback with his infected dick. Then he made me accomplice in infecting my best friend. And now he was putting these thoughts into my brain. I should have been appalled, I should have been angry. But I was really just bloody horny. Soon I was turned over on the couch, Michael above me fucking his cock into my hole. This naughty, fucked-up man was playing me like a fiddle. While pushing all the right buttons, Michael kept whispering and moaning about stealthing and gifting and how I was a good apprentice. He really rammed into me as he panted "Do you think it will take? Do you think we pozzed him yet? Want to make sure?" He pulled out, walked over to James and stuck his dick in. "I'm going to make sure he gets it." This was so fucked up. This was so hot! I should have stopped him. I should have woken James up. Instead I leaned back, stroked myself and enjoyed the show. James was way out of it. Michael was giving him a good treatment, fucking in all the way, pushing in fast and forceful, trying hard to rip him up even more. But James did not wake up. At one point I wanted in as well, pushed Michael to the side and stuck my dick in. I emulated Michael's moves, fucking James just as hard and aggressively. Here I was getting sloppy seconds to Michael and myself, our mixed cum as lubricant around my hard dick. I could already see some specks of blood on it. I blew. Michael immediately took my place. His muscles flexing, he fucked and fucked him, pushing out cum deeper and deeper into James's channel. "Fuck, he so going to get it. We made sure of that. You made sure of that, David!" He worked up his lust, worked himself to another orgasm. I noticed the tell-tale signs of it approaching, and we looked into each others eyes as another load of his charged cum spewed into James torn up body. "Does James have any toys?" Michael panted a little out of breath. I picked his dildos and his butt-plug and handed them to Michael without a word. I only thought "Was is he going to do now?" The answer was following quickly as Michael stuck James' biggest dildo in. "We going to make sure it's in there deep and stays in there for some time. We don't want leakage." When he was done pushing the cum in deeper, he took the butt-plug and sealed James' hole. I wondered how James could sleep through all of this.

Most people thought of Drew as one of two things: shy or nerdy. With a slighter build, and eye glasses that were just a tad too thick for his face, he often went unnoticed to most people. Take off the glasses and the Walmart clothes, and a heart-stopping twink appears with big brown eyes. Underneath the shy exterior, there was a young man full of lust, curiosity and dark fantasies. He couldn't dare find a way to express his wants to guys he met in real life. The Internet sites he visited provided him with the right combination of opportunity and anonymity for him to be bolder .. and more daring. Last night, his online chatting brought out one of Drew's darkest fantasies. For reasons he could never understand, he always found himself drawn to the online stories of bug chasing and conversions. Nothing made his dick harder than the story of unexpected stealth breeding. He had all of the bareback story sites bookmarked and indulged them on a regular basis. He was well-versed in the "lingo" and felt it was time to put his working knowledge of this forbidden world into practice. Drew didn't really want to get pozzed, he decided. He loved the "fantasy" of the idea. So, when he got the nerve to engage in some sexy talk with a poz guy on Adam4Adam, he didn't fully expect where it would take him. drewtrek22: hey that's a hot screenname. top9inyou: yeah? you want it? drewtrek22: whoah! not so fast, man. Just like your pics. It says ur poz. And anything goes? Maybe that's not such a good idea? top9inyou: if it's not your thing, then peace out man. drewtrek22: just saying i wouldn't let a big poz dick up my ass. even though your're hott. topin9you: okay Drew waited. He needed to keep the conversation going. He was too curious and excited now. drewtrek22: i bet you want to poz my hole don't ya? shoot your charged load up my ass? admit it. top9inyou: only if you wanted that. drewtrek22: like i would want poz cum up my ass? no thanks! you're hot, but I'm not taking your poz babies. thanks. top9inyou: well if you change your mind, you found me first. so you know where to find me again. drewtrek22: i just don't want you to stealth fuck me and turn me into a little poz cumslut top9inyou: oh? well then, don't let poz guys up your ass. you never know what you'll get. drewtrek22: yeah, i bet you want to stealth breed me. your profile says "anything goes." i bet that means you like to seduce a guy and make him beg for your cum, right? top9innyou: i never had to make anyone beg for my cum. everyone that takes my cock wants my cum. it's cool if that's not your thing. drewtrek22: nobody ever said stop?! top9inyou: everybody always says "more." drewtrek22: not me. don't get any ideas with that big dick of yours. Drew's dick was so hard it strained the buttons fastening his jeans. The anticipation of that big hot dick entering a forbidden place - it was too enticing an idea to stop thinking about; so he pressed on with the conversation. drewtrek22: well, like i said, you're hott. and your dick looks amazing. but i wouldn't beg for poz cum. top9inyou: so you say now drewtrek22: i mean it. i might suck your big cock and let you rub my ass with your thick cock; but no pozzing my hole!!! top9inyou: if you don't want it, you won't get it. Another long pause. Drew had to continue. drewtrek22: i gotta say it's hot thinking about a hot guy with a big dick pushing my boundaries, though. top9inyou: what kind of boundaries? drewtrek22: ya know .. barebacking with a poz guy. top9inyou: oh that turns you on, huh? drewtrek22: yeah. kinda. i'm not saying you can fuck my ass with your hot poz cock though. Drew reflected on that last message he sent. That was when he tipped his hand, he realized. top9inyou: oh you think my poz cock is hot eh? drewtrek22: i'm just saying your hot, that's all. do u ever pull out? top9inyou: nope drewtrek22: think you can make an exception for me? top9inyou: if my dick goes inside you, it's not coming out until i unload inside you. It was that statement that Drew couldn't let escape his mind. So, it was no surprise that just a couple of hours after talking with Evan (aka "top9inyou"), Drew found himself in a "vulernable" position. Drew was laying on his side with Evan beside him as well. Evan was reaching around Drew and slowly pulling on Drew's small but rock-hard shaft. All the while, Evan slowly rocked his pelvis into Drew. Evan had boxers on and Drew was in his briefs. It took an hour of akward chit chat before Evan finally persuade Drew to "cuddle" in his bed. The large bulge being rubbed into Drew's bottom was driving him crazy. Evan knew he could take things at least a bit further; and pulled down his boxers and then pressed his large eager member into Drew's briefs, aiming for his hole. "Mmmm .." Drew leaked out. "I bet you want to put your big poz dick in my ass now, don't you?" Evan turned the question around, "are you wanting my big poz dock in you now?" Drew's only response was another "mmmmm ..." as he couldn't bring himself to say yes, despite wanting to feel the shaft nudging into his pleasure spot. Moments later, the line had been crossed. Drew was trying to catch his breath. His ass felt like it was on fire, being pinched, pulled and stretched in impossible ways while Evan slowly pressed his now spit-drenched thick dick into Drew's hot hole. "That's it .. take my dick," Evan said softly as he pressed in deeper, and kissed Drew softly on his neck. All Drew could think about at the moment was the pain his ass was feeling. He had forgotten that moments before he was anxious over the dick making its way toward's his hole. "You like that big poz cock in you now?" Evan poked Drew was now second guessing himself. The pain was so intense, "I don't know .. maybe we should stop. It hurts..." Evan did not let up, though. He continued to use the ass he was initially offered. He was feeling stupid now. Drew thought a dick like this big would feel great; and he's letting a poz guy up his ass. It doesn't feel good at all, and now he's gonna get hiv, Drew was realizing. "There's a poz dick in my ass, " Drew thought to himself, "he's trying to fuck hiv up my ass." And somehow logic escaped him. The thought of a big poz dick inside him triggered the release of that pent-up desire he had tried so hard to supress. A moment later, the punishment of Drew's ass was quickly turning into a rampage of pleasure. The painful jabs quickly turned into exciting thrusts of ecstacy. Drew never had such a full wonderful feeling deep inside him. His tiny hard dick sprung up involuntarily with each jab he welcomed. Drew's ambivalence quickly turned to demand. "Yes! Fuck me with your big poz cock!!!" Drew implored. The combination of a poz cock, coupled with the biggest dick he ever had inside him won him over. "I knew you'd want more," Evan reminded Drew. "Yes! More!" Drew vaguely remembered denying the notion before. "I'm gonna poz your little ass," Evan informed his new twink lover; and continued to hammer into Drew's now-stretched, full and wanting hole. "Oh fuck!" Drew said as he took short intense heaving breaths, "yeah, poz me up!" The only thing keeping Drew from cumming instantly was a small bit of doubt buried deep in the back of his head telling him that this might be a mistake. He ignored the thought as best he could; and somehow that thought reinforced the arousal he was feeling. Evan embraced Drew even more tightly, and then asked, "are you ready to take it all?" Drew couldn't imagine his ass any fuller or the cock even deeper. He was almost afraid to answer, but wanted to feel it all, "Yes give it to me!!!" With little effort, Evan rolled Drew onto his stomach, while keeping part of his large cock still inside him. Drew instinctively bucked back and felt Evan pry deeper. Drew's eyes widened. He felt a combination of pleasure and pain he never expected. "holy shit .. Yeah! DRILL ME!" Drew muttered. The only response from Evan was re-doubled effort of ass pounding. Drew coughed unexpectedly. Maybe it was pressure on his balls that forced the cough out. It didn't matter. A huge cock was pounding his hole about to unload poz cum inside him. "This is what you wanted all along, wasn't it?" Evan pryed. "FUCK YES!" FUCK YES!" Drew exclaimed even though half his face was buried into a pillow. A deep strange pain emerged with each thrust. Oddly, the strangeness of this unfelt sensation only turned Drew on even more, if that was even possible. Words failed Drew and primal howls were the only sounds piercing the air as Evan drove his cock relentlessly in and out of the tight hot hole beneath him. Drew was about to explode. The assault of pleasure and pain. The stretching of his ass; the big poz cock invading him. It was all too much to handle. Evan seemed to sense the orgasm building and coaxed his new lust, "Ready for my load?" It took a few moments for Evan to respond. He was lost in the moment of pure bliss as he tried to refrain from blowing his own load, "oh God yes!!! Cum in my ass! PLEASE!" and then Drew remembered it would be his first known poz load and he surrendered to the moment and remembered to add "give me your charged load! POZ MY ASS!!!" With those last words, Drew felt his ass lock around the big cock inside him. He felt a sudden surge of wetness deeper than he ever felt which triggered the release of his built up load as well. He could feel Evan's cock continue to pump what seemed an impossibly large load; and somehow Drew's orgasm seemed to last in duration. He never shot so much cum out of his own dick as he felt his hole now slick and wet as Evan unloaded. "Don't pull out," Drew pleaded. Despite his orgasm, he still felt an insatiable desire to have the big dick kept withim him. Evan obliged. It was the best fuck of his life, Drew decided. And even in the immediate moments to follow, he wanted more. The next afternoon, Drew logged on hoping to find Evan online. He was disappointed to not find a green dot next to the name in his inbox, but opened the new message. After reading the message, Drew found himself instantly hard again. It read simply "I knew you wanted my hot poz cock."

Found a lot of visitors in town this weekend for the Alabama game. Took two loads Thursday night. The second guy was surprised for happy to find my ass already loaded. Played with a couple on Friday and they used me for about 6 hours. Took 7 loads and gave 3. Even did some double anal, taking and giving, and it was great. Last night, after the game went to shit, started looking for bored guys in their hotels. Found one early in the evening and went right over. Fucked his college boy ass good and hard; probably the only anal pounding any Alabama person took from an Aggie yesterday, lol. He was well fucked and filled when I left. Hooked up with one other guy, older bear who had a nice beefy ass that I was looking forward to fucking. However, he fucked me a lot rougher than I would have liked, so I left when he finished. I wasn't feeling like fucking him after that. All in all, a good three days, but I'm worn out.

I said once on a similar thread, that I never understood a garment that got in the way of my getting to your hole... Frame it, don't floss it....

Part 4 I looked over at Blayns' tight body dripping with sweat. I was insatiable. I needed to feel his hot flesh on mine, his tongue bathing every inch of my body, his nails digging into me to let me know that I was pleasing him. I pulled out the bag of Tina and was disappointed at the amount we had left. I knew I could get higher, nastier if I had more. Blayn looked over and saw my dismay. "Don't worry, I'm making a quick stop before I take you back to my place". In an instant my disappointment turned into a nervous excitement. I hope it has something to do with my reward. The sun was peaking over the horizon as we drove away from the unfamiliar driveway that I assumed belonged to a biker friend of Blayns. Seeing all the parked bikes made me think about all the men that must be in the house walking around in their leather. I wonder if they ever like to use party pigs like the one I had recently become. My hole throbbed at the thought of being passed around a group of hairy bikers, getting covered in spit, piss and cum. Maybe someday but right now I exist to serve my straight God. As we pulled up to Blayns house I noticed his driveway was empty. His roommate must have left for work, I thought. Getting my throat fucked in his garage was hot but I had dreamt of burying my face deep in his mattress while he buried his cock deep in me for so long. We hurried inside. I barely had enough time to close the front door before Blayn spun me around and jammed his tongue into my mouth. My body was on fire with sensation. His tongue wildly explored every inch of my mouth, his hard cock slid up and down between our soaking wet bodies and his hands tweaked my nipples. His grunts assured me that he was enjoying this new dynamic. He wanted to reward me for being such a good pig for him and I wasn't going to complain. He pulled down my shorts and grabbed my hard cock with a tight squeeze. Showing me that he was still my master, he led me , cock in hand, to his bedroom. He was naked in and instant and before I could think I hit my knees and started to kiss and lick every part of him that I could. After just a few seconds he grabs me by my throat and lets a long string of spit fall slowly from his mouth to mine which I savored in my mouth before swallowing. He pushes me back hard and I end up on my bare ass leaning against his bed awaiting instruction. Blayn grabbed the paper bag he got from his friends house and begins laying the contents out on his dresser directly in front of me, but I couldn't see what he was doing. "You know I love you, Blayn said calmly. "I trust you more than anyone, and tonight you showed me just how deep your devotion to me goes. The next couple of hours I want you to remember that I'm still your master, but I think you deserve the get something back for being such a good fuck hole and to be honest, this shit is making me wanna explore some new possibilities with you, the first of which will be our first slam." He turned around with two freshly prepared rigs on either side of his long erect cock. I was nervous but I trusted my master, so when the crystals were completely dissolved I tied off masters arm with a tourniquet and slowly pushed the liquid into his protruding vein. He coughed loudly 3 times before his eyes shot open, I could see the hunger in his eyes so I quickly tied off. I pushed the plunger down as soon as I saw the red cloud shoot up into the needle. after a small coughing fit I was suddenly aware that I had no cock in me, Blayn jumped up in a flash and pinned me down against his bed with my ass in the air. He lined up his big mushroom head against my cunt and pushed in with all of his force. The majority of the loads I had just received had slowly leaked out of my hole and down my leg but what was left aided Blayns assault on my hole. I let out a moan of pure ecstasy. He jack hammered my ass for about 30 mins like that. I could feel the walls of my hole ripping, his cock felt like it was in my stomach and I loved every second of it. finally he flipped me around and rammed my cock into his mouth. the change in sensation blew my mind and all i could do was whimper as I convulsed. he sat up and and looked at me with a wicked smile. "You really need to get that hole filled dont you slut?" he said in an almost sadistic whisper. I looked up at him and nodded furiously. "well you're about to get filled all the way up, piggy". with that, he left the room and returned with a can of crisco and I knew what was coming next. He greased up his fist and forearm before preparing my hole. He saw the scared look in my eyes and with a soothing voice he just said, " dont you worry boy, you'll love it" and started working his hand up hole. he was able to get 4 fingers in almost immediately, He closed his fist and I screamed as I felt my ass stretch wider than it ever had before. "You like that pig boy?" he yelled. "Yes Master!, I replied trying to open up more of my hole for him, "Please sir, just shove it in! I want all of you in me now!" I looked down in time to see his smile widen before his punched his fist into my hole. I was in heaven with my God. I never felt so whole. Master began fucking me with his big fist while deepthroating my hard, leaking cock. I dont know how much time passed when he pulled his arm out of my gaping hole. "You hold that pussy hole open and Im gonna shoot this fat load right in, you got that?" "Please sir, seed ME! I watched as he stroked his beautiful cock with his greased up hand. It wasnt long before every muscle in my Master's body tensed and I felt the hot ropes of his seed shooting right to the farthest wall of my hole. All I could do was thank him over and over again, but he wasnt done yet. He grabs my cock with the same hand and strokes my cock. After only two strokes I released and entire nights worth of cum hitting him in the chest and abs. We stayed like that for several minutes just taking it all in. Blayn would wipe some of my cum from his tight torso and feed it to me or get a little taste himself. finally he leans over and kisses me. "If you tell anyone about this I'll fucking kill you, he growled. My cock twitched. Blayn headed to the shower and I headed home thinking about this once in a lifetime experience. A week later I got a single text from Blayn: Get over here PIG. You got a long weekend ahead of you. Hope ya'll enjoyed this story. I'll try to get some more of Alex and Blayns adventures together posted on here soon.

Part 5.... He then climbed back on top of me in a 69, but this time pinned my legs right back with his arms as he slid his once again rock hard dripping cock down my willing throat...fuck this boy tasted good...nice and clean, smooth, hard and just a subtle scent of man sweat around his luscious smooth low hanging balls. This guy was sex on legs! He once again was deep throating my now also rock hard cock, sending ripples of pleasure around the knob, down the shaft and into my balls. Every now and then as I sucked him he slurped on my hole and probed it with the tip of his tongue, teasing it and sending me wild. After about half an hour of this mutual pleasure, I noticed the guy was back in the room, as he placed the fuck machine against my well teased and twitching hole. He applied lots of lube to my hole, pushing some into me with his fingers and smearing the rest on the toy now fitted to the machine. It was about the thickness of a coke can, and as long as three cans end on end. The mushroom head was slightly bigger, and about every inch don the shaft was a ridge all the way around. I was totally relaxed from the G earlier, and kept sucking the young hunk, his pre-cum oozing down my throat. I then moaned as I felt the head of the machine toy penetrate through my first ring. The guy got the machine placed right, so that about half the length of the toy was gliding in and out of me, the ridges sending me wild. Then while it was deep inside me, he stopped it, as I was still more than happily being throat fucked by the young guy. I then felt the familiar strap going around my arm, a wipe, then a prick...strap removed, and WHAM...fuuuucccckkk! As the rush hit the young guy started deep throating my cock and pounding his cock down my throat, while the guy set the machine to fast, pounding my hole...oh my god, ahhhhh, fuuuck yeahhhh, I felt the orgasm building, coming from the base of my spine, around to my balls, and then blasting up and out of my hard cock straight down young guys throat....and almost simultaneously I felt his cock thicken and felt his seed gush down my throat....fuuucccck, pleasure continued to cause my cock and balls to spasm as the hunky young guy climbed off me. The guy slowed the machine to a steady pace, and kept it going while young guy attached leather anklets with metal clasps to my ankles, pulled them up and back and clipped them to my wrists. The machine continued fucking my hole relentlessly, and young guy squatted down with his back to my face, sitting his hole on my tongue. I greedily started to push my tongue into him, pushing it in deep and twirling the tip around inside him. He moaned and sometimes slid back and forth a little so I could also slurp on his fucking amazing balls. The guy set the machine and lubed up his hands, and one went to steady jerking of my still rock hard Viagra cock, and the other wet with lube fondling and working my balls. This took my pleasure to a new level, and as I moaned with my tongue deep in young guys hole, my tongue vibrated a little causing him to moan even more. The guy just carried on working my balls and jerking my cock, and this went on for about another half an hour, and then the guy flicked a switch on the machine, and as well as pounding my hole, it started to rapidly vibrate! Holy fuck! Ahhhhhhrgh yeeeaaaah oh god.. young guy pressed his hole further onto my tongue and kept bearing down, pushing it out so my tongue was going deep and his clear ass juices started oozing around my tongue and over my face...the guy turned the machine to fast, and increased his speed jerking my cock...I totally relaxed and my hole just opened and loosened, then all of a sudden he stopped the machine, and let it slide out and then turned it to insanely slow. As young guy was grinding his hole on my face, I was yelling..'fuck my cunt, PUSH IT IN! FUCK ME, PEASE FUCK MY HOLE...OWN MY CUNT, FUUUCK, DONT STOP!...then the guy said' do you want bigger, pig?' I didn't hesitate, 'FUCK YES, JUST FUCK MY HOLE!' I felt the machine slide ouot, and as it did young guy climbed off me and put a leather strap over my lower torso, strapping me fairly tightly to the bed. He then got on top of me again in the 69 position, me with my hands tied back above me, and my ankles tied back and wide apart, his cock now down my throat, and mine down his throat, him deep throating me again. I felt more lube applied to my now loosened hole, and felt the guy put the machine back into place, and some pressure against my hole. As young guy and I deep throated each other, the machine just pressed against my hole and back again, with just enough pressure to not quite push the huge head through my first ring. This continued for a while, and then the machine stopped and before I knew it there was a strap on my arm, a wipe, we held still and I felt the prick, a sigh from the guy as he got a register, then next I felt the strap removed...WHAM, I am fucking rushing again, this time the rush was stronger, and I felt the machine press against my hole and I growled and totally relaxed and felt it push right into me, the young guy was enjoying the feeling of my throat growling and moaning around his cock as he pounded my throat. I felt pleasure sensations rippling through every pore on my body, and felt my cock cumming in and endless orgasm, and I could feel an anal orgasm building, then the guy stopped the machine and adjusted it to go deeper, and I yelled incomprehensible babble which was really telling him to not stop. Then I felt the machine push through my second ring, and I screamed with pleasure...he kept it pounding my hole, and young guy kept pounding my throat. Young guy then climbed back up to squat position and started grinding his fleshy hole onto my tongue and pushing his ass juices out. The guy then started jerking me off again while the huge toy pounded away at my hole. Young guy reached for something, and next minute I felt him climb off my face and push a poppers soaked rag into my mouth. I breathed it in deep, and as the poppers hit the guy pushed the machine forward, going into and invading my third ring and at the same time he hit the vibrate switch...OH MY GOD...FUUUUUUCCCCCK, ARRRRGH, and gutteral growling and bucking against the strap that was tying me down trying to get more inside me, wild and completely blinded with pleasure and lust, My cock exploded at the same time as my ass just totally gave itself over to the monster intruding it, and I had a full anal orgasm, clear ass juices oozing out around the massive toy as it now met no resistance...and the pleasure was so fucking intense, I blacked out! To be continued

The front may be OK if it shows off a big cock or package but the backside is a total turn-off, unless you have a hard, firm muscle butt. Nothing sadder than a guy with a sagging butt who thinks thongs make them look sexy. Just my opinion.

Part 2 My Son layed there on the dirty couch, breathing deep, in shock from his daddy raping his little cunt, piss and cum leaking out and down his balls. "Get in the bathroom and drain yourself!" I commanded, kicking him off the couch. He scrambled off the couch and down the tall to the toilet, wiping off his tear stained cheeks. "AND NO CRYING! Jesus Christ, I'm not going to tolerate your sissy emo shit!" I hollard after him. "And hurry your ass back in here! Daddy's not through busting your pussy yet!" He moved quickly from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down, cowering a bit. It was good he was afraid of me. It would be easier to control him. I handed him a fresh pipe and lit it, watching him inhale the thick white smoke. This time I hit it as well, passing it back and forth between us. When it was gone, I took the baggie and put some crytals on the back of my hand and snorted them, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Standing up to turn on the camera, I pushed him back on the couch. "Show me your pussy boy!" I instructed my new whore. He obediently grabbed his ankles, showing me the still red and oozing hole. I enjoyed seeing my son spreading for daddy. Taking the baggie I licked my fingers and stuck it in, coating it with powder, and rammed my fingers in his red gash. He moaned as his hole started to burn, the need to be fucked taking over his being. I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his anal ring, grinding the crystals into his tissue. His hole started sucking my finger as he started to spin more. I moved between his thighs, throwing his ankles over my shoulders. Looking down, I stared into eyes that looked just like mine and said, "Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy you want his cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you." "Please daddy," he panted, breathing shallow, "please fuck me. Please give me your cock." I rammed my cock into his cunt while I slapped his face hard, eliciting a loud wail from him. "Take it bitch! Take Daddy's fuck!" I yelled while I slapped him over and over. Fresh tears streamed down his face as I beat him. His pain only turned me on more. I grabbed his ankles and pushed all my weight down on him, burying my cock as deep as I could. Fresh redness covered my cock as I plunged it in and out of his gripping hole. That too just spurred me on more, and I rode him as hard as I could while I spit on his face. " Tell me son!" I demanded, "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you are! Tell me who owns your cunt!" "You do Daddy!" He blurted out. "I do what?" "You own my cunt Daddy! Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" "What are you son?" "I'm your whore, Daddy." "Louder!" "I'm Your Whore Daddy!" "LOUDER!" I demanded, slapping him and spitting in his face. "I'M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE! Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" Fuck him I did! Mercilessly for at least 30 minutes, never letting up, pounding his boycunt as hard as I could. Finally I blew a second load in his cunt bellowing "Take it whore! Take your Daddy's cum again! This is what you were made for! To take real mens seed deep in you!" I collapsed on him, our sweating bodies breathing deep and hard. I lay there on top of him, my mind spinning, knowing I had claimed him as my property. I pulled out my son and stood up, spitting on him one last time. "Go get in the shower slut. We have to go see my dealer and your going to earn me some more T." I watched him stumble down the hallway, cum and blood running down his thighs. I just laughed knowing what he was in for shortly.

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.

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 I didn't have long to ponder my fate as a blindfold was placed over my eye's and a mouth spreader was forced in my mouth, stretching my jaws far apart. I felt someone messing with my cock and balls, forcing my cock into some kind of tube. I instantly felt sharp pins digging into my flesh and realized it was a studded chastity cage, one that would cause great pain if I tried to get hard. I tried to protest, but couldn't get words out through the gag. The next thing I felt was someone tying a band around my bicep. This was followed by a slight prick in my arm. After a few seconds the band was released and HOLY FUCK!! Waves like I never felt before rushed through my entire body, seizing my lungs in a death grip. I coughed violently for about a minute, then dissapeared into pure euphoria. I vaguely felt my head being released, being left to dangle. A rag was tied around my nose and I recognized the smell of poppers, sending my brain into outer space, and my asshole craving anything to be shoved in it. I didn't have to wait. A hard cock slammed into my guts as another one plunged down my helpless throat. I was brutally fucked from both ends, unable to do a thing to stop it. I could hear the voices of the men as they cheered the two rapists on. "Fuck that jock cunt" they yelled. "Bust that whore open! Teach him his new position in life as a worthless cumdump!" Over and over the cocks pillaged my holes, finally dumping their loads deep in me. They were quickly replaced by two more cocks, slamming me deep with no mercy. I just hung there and took my assault, moaning at the pleasure of having my holes ravaged. After they pumped their seed into my body, the mouth stretcher was removed. "How do you feel pig?" my new Master asked. "More please Sir!" I barely croaked out of my battered throat. "I need more cock Sir!" I begged. Master just laughed."I told you you'd become my whore! You thought you were such hot shit, now you're just a cumdump!" With that something new was shoved into my mouth and buckeled behind my head. My head was raised up and secured into place as a new cock entered my ass. The next thing I knew, warm piss was flowing into my mouth. I swallowed it down to keep from drowning while I was fucked by unseen cock. Over the next several hours I took cock after cock after cock. I have no idea many loads of cum were pumped into my perfect teen ass, or how much piss I had drunk. All I know is by the time the sun started to rise, I was a forever changed slut. My cunt was a stretched out sloppy mess, and I still wanted more! After the last stranger bred me, a large butt plug was shoved in my overflowing jock pussy and I was finally let out of the sling. Master guided me over to a cage and shoved me inside, locking it. "Try and get some rest slave." he instructed me. "I have more plans for you later." I couldn't wait to find out....

Making My Dreams Cum True I went to a leather bar in New York, dressed in my leather chaps, vest and cap. I had been there several times, hoping on each occasion to hook up with one particular very hot Leather Man. We had eyed each other a few times, but nothing had happened. This particular Friday night I intended to try harder, so I wore a worn, tight pair of 501s which displayed my tight ass quite well. Shortly after entering the bar, I headed to the men’s room, and in the process brushed-up against him as he lounged against the bar. Sure enough he followed me into the restroom, and stood at the urinal next to me. Naturally, my cock immediately came to attention and, upon noticing it, he drawled “Boy, that cock sure looks good, and your butt looks even better!" I replied “I’d sure like your cock to know my tight hole better.” Giving me a somewhat sinister look he asked “You bareback?” “Well, I’ve never been barebacked, but you’re so hot I think I just might. If you’re safe.” “Yeah, I’m safe,” he replied, and with that we agreed to meet the following night at his place. Finally Saturday night arrived. All day I had been both excited and leery of barebacking with him, but the thought of playing with him took control. At least that’s what my asshole seemed to be saying as it twitched throughout my day time activities. When I arrived at his apartment he gave me a drink to relax, and it definitely worked. In short order I was so fucking horny I don’t think I had ever before felt so excited. Looking back, I’m sure he had spiked my drink, just to put me in the mood to have my neg hole used raw. He took me down into his dimly lit dungeon where a leather sling hung next to a leather draped which was illuminated by two large candles on opposing sides of the table. He instructed me to lay in the sling. I eagerly complied, and within seconds found myself restrained. He opened a drawer which was filled with toys. My cock remained rock hard as I anticipated the pleasures that were before me as he selected a large dildo and slowly worked it up my quivering hole. Man, I was utterly overwhelmed in sexual excitement, and naturally wanted more and more, so I was not all that surprised when I found myself begging for his raw cock, which only made him ply my hole all the harder. Even so, after thoroughly loosening up my ass, he slowly and deliberately removed his leather cod piece, and then lowered the sling so he could straddle over my mouth, ordering me to slowly lick his cock and announce my desires. So I found myself speaking to his cock, telling it I wanted, no, I needed hot cum in my hole. Slowly his cock began to rise. Damn, it was unbelievably large – perhaps as much as nine inches of pure man muscle, when fully erect. Fuck, I needed to be fucked. Perhaps reading my mind, he raised the sling into position over the leather draped table, and positioning the candles to provide the necessary lighting, he used a pre-prepared turkey baster to insert a white liquid into my ass, pausing briefly only to explain the liquid was cum that he had saved-up just for the occasion. Damn, I was so ready to receive his hot hard cock deep within my ass. Involuntarily I found myself begging to feel it, and to my pleasure he positioned himself at the entrance to my hole and whispered “What do you want?” “My ass full of your cum,” I whispered in reply. He slowly worked his cock into my ass, sliding it in and out, preparing it for his eventual assault. “This is only the beginning,” he advised as he varied his pace and the angle of insertion, giving me a wide range of sensations to enjoy. As the tension increased, again I found myself begging for his load, but he cautioned me saying “Not so fast. You’ve gotta earn the right to enjoy my gift. And that means I’m in charge.” With that he withdrew, and inserting the turkey baster again into my ass, he forced additional cum into my hole, but this time he used a small brush to work it in deeply. Fuck, what a feeling! To be filled with man cum, lubing my hole in preparation for his raw cock. Damn! It was like being fucked for the first time, all over again! After he had vigorously abraded my hole, the brush bristles were pink with my blood. “Your hole is ready to receive my man cum. Is this what you want?” “Absolutely,” I replied. My hole was in desperate need of his cum. With that he pushed his rock hard cock deep into my ass. Again he asked "What do you want?" “Your cum,” I replied, as he fucked deeper and deeper. “Again,” he demanded. “I need your cum, Sir." “Well then, you will receive it. If you truly want the seed of lust, Boy. You do know what I mean, don’t you Boy? "Yes, Sir, your seed,” I replied. “You know my seed is special, don’t you, Boy. That it’s charged hot seed. You want my special seed in your hole, don’t you, Boy?” My hole twitched and tightened on his cock in acknowledgement. I was absolutely ready to be blessed with his seed, but he slowed the assault on my hole, and delayed gifting me, asking yet again “Are you willing to take my poz load deep into your ass and to be almost certainly be converted?” My hole relaxed as if to let him drive his cock home Damn! I was gonna get a poz load! My hole rejoiced with excitement beyond anything I had known before. I looked directly into his intense eyes and shot my final neg load all over myself as, with a final thrust, he announced “As you wish, Boy. Here’s my poz seed!” blowing volley after volley of his charged load deep into my ass. The next weekend, four of his friends would each blow his load into my ass – just as a reward to me for being such a good bottom boy. Ah, if only in my dreams!

Becumming Blood Brother, Part 1 My dad recently remarried and in the deal I got a new step brother, Steven. Although I hadn't seen him since high school I do recall that he was a freshman during my senior year and I remembered him as a scrawny little nerd. When we finally got reacquainted I was very surprised at how much he had grown and filled out. He became a genuine stud. He grew from his 5 foot, 100 pound skinny kid to couple inches short of my 6 foot, 2 inch 185 pound frame. I he claimed the he even had a girlfriend he was supposedly banging. I learned from my sources that wasn't the true. As the wedding approached I was asked by my father to ask Steven too stay with me while he and Steven's mother would be going on a month long honeymoon. At first I was a little put off at the thought since it would cramp my 'weekend activities', but as Steven and I spent time together we began to grow close. We began working out in the workout room in my father's house. I could tell from this that I had the size and strength on him easily. Steven and I grew close as the wedding approached when I caught my new step brother say something about wishing we were real brothers. Steven's comment got me thinking about the month he'd be staying with me and how I liked to spend my weekend when I got an idea. I knew I could count on my dealer to help me with the appropriate supplies. It was my dealer that turned me onto partying and the joys of gay sex. I knew I was gay since my junior year I high school and was already smoking pot when during my senior year when I met Travis. I was Steven's age, barely 18 when someone introduced us and he got me smoking from a clear pipe that he filled with a white, crystal like powder. After smoking a while he got me too suck his 9", uncut cock. He gagged me as I did my best to work him into my throat. He had me on his cock for a long time till he shot is load for me to swallow. Travis and I became friends as I started to do a little work for him. I had been working for him for a couple months when hang out with Travis late one night we began smoking a couple bowls. As usual Travis got me sucking his cock when he asked me if I was interested in a better high. I ready liked smoking a bowl or two (or three) and he definitely had my curiosity peaked (and the fact we were starting to smoke our 4th bowl) had my inhibitions lowered I simply nodded yes with his cock lodged in my throat. Travis had me follow him into his bedroom, told me to get comfortable on his bed as he disappeared into his bathroom. Fifteen minutes later he came out with something in his hands that I could barely make out. He asked me if I was ready and I knew there was no backing out, besides I trusted Travis. He tied this rubber strip on my bicep, wiped my arm with something cool the I noticed the syringe filled with a clear liquid. He stated to explain to me that I was about to get by first slam of Tina and what to expect. Although I was a little nervous about getting my first slam iI was also a little excited when I felt the pinch of the needle. I couldn't couldn't my eyes as I watched the barrel fill with a flash of blood before the contents were emptied. Travis had me hold something over where he had stuck the needle as he told me to raise my arm while he pulled the rubber strip off my arm. I felt a warmth run into my chest as I began to cough out (as Travis told me) and I felt my heart beat faster and my breathing picked up. I also began to feel so horny, hornier than I ever felt in my life. As I sat there riding my first rush I watched Travis do his slam. As he coughed out I noticed his cock seemed to grow hard and precum began to ooze from the tip. Since I was feeling very warm I didn't object when Travis suggested I get naked. I took of my t-shirt then stood up and slipped out of my jeans and boxer briefs in one move. That's when I noticed how hard my own cock had become. Travis moved right in on me and began kissing me working my body over. When he began eating my ass is when I knew I was going to lose my virginity. He got me nice and wet when he moved in and slipped his bare cock inside me. It felt so wonderful gee fucked me for a couple hours before he had me switch and had me fuck him for a while. It was the best night of my life and I repeat it almost every weekend. With Steven staying with me for the month I figured it was time to teach Steven the joys of Tina and how to suck cock.

1. The Pary I slipped back into the booth setting my beer down on the round table as I did so and nodded to the booth’s other occupant. I had never been too keen on gay bars but it was my roommate’s birthday so he had gotten to pick the bar. It was still early in the night, the bar was still quiet, a person could actually hear himself speak, and so far only one of my roommate’s other friends had shown up. Austin, my roommate had gone off to the bathroom while I went to the bar to grab myself another beer, which now left me alone with his friend Rick. Rick was a bit older then I was maybe twenty-six, or twenty-seven, to my twenty-four. He was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His strong square pecs were clearly visible through his black v-neck t-shirt, and this thick growth of dark black hair sprouted up around the base of his neck. He was just the sort of guy that I normally go for, a total man’s man, if there was such a thing any more. I myself was a little shorter then he, with sandy blond hair, and a tight runner’s body that I worked hard to maintain. Around my sophomore year of college I had started to get a bit hairy, and now a year after graduation I was quite proud of the broad swath of light brown hair that grew across my chest and stomach; however I was now where near as hairy as Rick promised to be. “How long have you known Austin,” Rick said, in a deep voice, shifting round the booth a bit to get closer to me. “We met freshmen year of college, we lived across the hall from each other actually.” “And now you’re roommates? Or something more?” “No, just roommates. There’s never been anything like that between us,” I said truthfully. Austin and I had become friends living in the dorms at Northwestern and then roommates when we both moved off campus our junior years. It had seemed logical after graduation when we both got jobs in Chicago to continue the arrangement and get a place together in the city. Our two-bedroom Wrigleyville apartment was small and a bit cramped but we had found a place in a pretty good part of the neighborhood and sometimes the sun even shown through my window in the morning. “What about you,” I asked, “how do you know Austin?” “I met him a year ago, just after he moved to the city…well actually, right here,” he gestured to the bar around him, “been fucking the shit out of him since.” I was a little taken aback and just blinked at Rick. I had never really been comfortable discussing my own sex life, and I was most certainly uncomfortable discussing my roommate and best friend’s sex life. “Excuse me,” I stammered. “Yeah, I’ve probably wrecked that boy’s hot ass once a week sense we met. Except for when he plows me with that donkey dick of his.” The way that he said that sounded like he assumed that I had first hand experience with Austin’s donkey dick. Just then Austin came back followed by two girls and a couple more guys. The night suddenly took off from there, drinks were ordered all around and many shots started appearing at the table. Eventually the bar filled up and everyone ended up on the writhing mess that made up the dance floor. Austin, having drank more then his skinny little twink frame could handle, and possibly more then I had ever seen him drink before, had lost all of his inhibitions and was grinding his ass unapologetically on Rick’s crotch. Amongst the mess of sweaty gyrating bodies I was the only one who noticed the pair. My gaze was drawn to them as I watched my normally quiet and demure roommate grind his ass hungrily onto this big hulk of a man’s crotch. More drinks were had, and more dancing, Austin kept pace but was fading fast. As it drew close to closing time he had devolved into a sweaty, sloppy, drunken mess. When the lights came on and the bar started to clear out, I scooped Austin up from the booth he had half sat half fallen into for the past ten minutes and started to guide him towards the door. Several of his friends asked if I needed help with him, I assured them I was fine and started to steer him towards home. Just as I got to the corner and started to push Austin towards the L station, Rick caught up with us and slipped Austin’s other arm around his shoulder taking some of the, what was quickly becoming, dead weight that was my roommate. “Looked like you could use a hand,” he remarked. Again I assured him that I was fine, but Rick wasn’t taking no for an answer. He helped me get Austin onto the train, rode the two stops to our apartment and then helped me shove him up the steps to our door. Once we had pored him into his bed, rolled him onto his side, stuffed a pillow under his head, and closed the door, Rick finally broke the silence that had fallen between us. “You’re a good friend, taking care of him like that.” “Thanks,” I said, “and thanks for your help. He would have been a lot to handle on my own once he passed out on the train.” “No problem,” he smiled a broad toothy smile. “Do you want a glass of water or something?” I asked. “Yeah that would be great, those damn clubs are always so hot. I’m always so sweaty and hot afterwards.” I laughed and turned to the little kitchen area just off the living room. I filled two glasses of water from the pitcher in the fridge and turned back to face Rick. He had pulled off his black v-neck shirt and now stood bare chested facing me. His broad square pecs looked even more impressive then I had guessed they would through his shirt. Covered in a thick dark forest of hair they each sported a warm pink nipple the left one adorned with a single silver bar through it. He didn’t have a six pack but rather the single broad powerful patch of muscle that came from manual labor not a gym. A deep v of muscle framed the dense, dark, almost black, treasure trail that vanished into his low slung dark jeans. My cock twitched. His skin still glistened with sweat slightly. I felt my mouth go a little dry. He smiled that big toothy grin at me again. I handed him the water silently, his fingers brushing against mine as he took the water. “Too bad Austin got so drunk tonight,” he said the smile faltering a little. “Why is that,” I asked. “Well I’ve been saving up this birthday present for him all week,” he said, something new creeping into his sparkling brown eyes, “but I guess I’ll just have to give it to someone else.” “Could always wait till tomorrow,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous now. “Can’t wait that long, I’ve been saving this up all week, it’s now or never,” he took a step closer and as I leaned back to keep the distance between us equal I felt the kitchen counter firm behind my back. I laughed nervously again, as he stepped just a little bit closer. “So what is this present that Austin’s going to miss out on now,” I asked, guessing that I probably already knew the answer. “What do you think it is?” he asked, the hand not holding his glass of water now drifting to his crotch. “Dunno,” I said quietly trying to keep my eyes on his face. “A big hot six day load from my big, fat, beer can cock shot right up your roommate's cunt," he answered in a whisper. He was now only a foot away from me, and I heard him set his glass down on the counter with a clink. “But,” he continued, leaning in a little bit more his mouth getting closer to mine, “I guess I could always find some slut on Grindr to give it too. Unless,” he paused, his mouth now only an inch from mine, “There was a hot bottom boy right in front of me I could give this gift to.” With that he finally closed the gap, his mouth pressing hard to mine. I resisted for a moment, but when the hand that had been holding his water came to rest on the small of my back pulling me tight to his hairy slightly sweaty body, I melted. My lips parted and I let his tongue slip into my mouth, wrestling with my own. His hands slid over my body, slipping under my shirt, running up and down my back. He broke the kiss only to quickly pull my shirt off over my head. With my shirt now gone his hands slid down my back till the rested on my ass. He kneaded at the meaty flesh, and pulled away to say, “Damn you’ve got a hot ass. How the hell has Austin been able to resist this for so long?” “I always thought Austin was, like me, a total bottom,” I replied, a bit breathlessly. “With a cock like his that would be a fucking crime. Now get on your knees and get my cock out. I wanna see it down your throat before I stuff it up your ass.” He spun us around so that he was now the one with his back against the counter and I immediately fell to my knees. Normally I am not a hook up sort of person, but Rick was so fucking hot, between his amazing body, the slight stench of sweat that clung to him, his brick demanding manor, and the considerable amount of beer I had had I never once thought of saying no to him. I fumbled for a moment with his button fly but soon had his pants around his ankles. He wore no underwear, so I was face to face with Rick’s self proclaimed “big, fat, beer can cock.” He had not been exaggerating. It was like being face to face with a flesh colored can of Guinness. The massive, heavily veined, organ sprouted from a dense patch of black pubes and sported two almost absurdly low hanging swollen balls beneath it. Without being told to I stretched my mouth widely and too the bulbous mushroom head in my mouth. I worked as much as I could into my mouth, slobbering all over the shaft as I did so. I put my hands on his strong hips trying to pull myself forward. His hands soon came to rest of the back of my head pressing me into him, forcing more of his cock down my throat. Precum began to ooze from his cock, filling my mouth, and dripping out the corners of my lips along with my own spit and he started to face-fuck me. Rick groaned in pleasure as my throat worked his cock, and my own cock strained against my pants. Though I never would admit it I loved rough sex, I loved being used, and this big hunk of a man was doing just that. After I don’t know how long, he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. He dragged me to my feet and kissed me before saying, “Strip.” I shucked the last of my clothing, and stood naked before him, my own modest six and a half inch cock shinny with precum. He kissed me again and then said something that surprised me, “Sit on my face, I wanna work your hole open before I fill you with my fat cock.” I stepped back and he lay down on the floor right out side of the door to where Austin slept. At this point I didn’t care and as soon as he was down I knelt down over him putting my ass right on his face. As his tongue found my hole I bent forward and did my best to swallow his cock again. Rick clearly took pleasure from eating ass and as his tongue danced around my hole I felt myself opening up to him, my sphincter relaxing far quicker then it normally did. Relaxing my hole wasn’t enough for him and he pressed his tongue into me, occasionally slipping a finger in too. I was moaning around his cock, groaning desperately as waves of pleasure crashed over me. It was a good thing that Austin was completely passed out cause there was no way he would have slept through my desperate whimperings and moanings of pleasure as Rick lapped at my hole. Finally I couldn’t take any more of it and I pulled my mouth off of his cock, quickly turning around so that I was now straddling his hips. I kissed him hard on the mouth, rocking my hips back and forth I felt his spit-slicked cock sliding up and down my equally slick crack. When I had spun around I had intended to get him into my room, into my bed, quickly get a condom on his cock and stuff his fat tool deep inside of me, but when I felt his mushroom head make contact with my well loosened hole, I did something that I never do out of a relationship. I pressed back with my hips, pushing my ass onto his cock, Rick locked eyes with me and shifted his pelvis forward a little bit. The head of his cock began to work its way inside of me, stretching me wider and wider as it entered. The thought of stopping seemed impossible, plus he had basically told me that he was going to be dumping a load in Austin tonight, and Austin would mess around with someone who wasn’t safe. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his cock sank deeper and deeper into me. When I finally felt his pubes on my taint I felt more full then I had ever before. Rick smiled that same toothy smile and started to rock his hips, fucking his cock into me slowly as I got use to the size of his cock. I felt like he was pulling my intestines out with his cock each time he retreated and punching them back in again with each inward thrust. He pulled me to him and started to kiss me deeply again. Somehow he managed to flip us both over, his arms tight around me, his cock never leaving my hole, so that I was now on my back and he was between my wide spread legs. The gentle fucking was over now. Rick from his new position shifted my legs to his shoulders and left forward essentially bending me in half, and then began to hammer away at my hole. This was how I loved to be fucked, on my back like a whore, taking cock deep and hard. Rick seemed to understand that without my having to explain it to him. He whispered “I’m gonna wreck your hole boy and then give you my gift. You want it boy?” “Yes,” I panted, sweat springing up on my face, “Give me Austin’s birthday present.” He completed my hole, telling me how it fit his fat cock like a warm glove. I could feel myself becoming loose around him, and I squeezed my ass tighter working his cock with my sphincter. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me on the floor that night, all that I knew is that when he finally growled, “Here comes your present slut,” I had become sweaty, sloppy, mess, begging Rick to use my hole. Rick slammed into me one last time, bottoming out completely and causing me to yelp, as he said, “Take my fucking load bitch!” I felt his cock twitching in my hole and I knew that he was flooding me with six days worth of built-up cum. I moaned and felt my own cock twitch as I shot a load all over my self without even touching my cock. We stayed like that for a long moment, laying there with his cock still buried deep in my now cum filled hole, in a sweaty heap, before finally Rick said, “Damn, you’ve got a better ass even then Austin. I’m gonna have to start breeding your hole regularly.” I laughed, “Why don’t we go crash in my bed for a while. If you’re up for it in the morning we can go for round two.” “Sure thing,” he flashed that toothy grin again and pulled his cock slowly from my hole. I clenched tight as he withdrew trying to keep the massive amount of cum he had shot inside me. I mostly succeeded and I showed him to my room with just a thin trickle of cum running down my leg. Rick walked closely behind me, kissing my neck as we walked, his cock quickly rising to full mast again. By the time we got to the bed he had slipped his cock back into me and was slow fucking my wrecked hole. We did sleep that night but not much, by the time we passed out around seven in the morning I had two more loads in my ass. Together we fell asleep in my bed, Rick’s cock just inches from my well-used hole, the door to my room left wide open in our drunken horniness.

I've lived in Las Vegas for nearly 20 years. For a sex pig like me there's no better place on earth to live than here in Sin City. We have dozens of ABS's with very active video arcades and xxx theaters scattered throughout the valley, as well as two bathhouses. So, I'm normally able to satisfy my lust for cock and cum at one or another of these establishments, but, sometimes I'm just in the mood to be a total cumslut. On such an occasion I usually will check into a cheap motel/hotel hear the strip hotels, post on craigslist and some of the other gay porn sites, announcing that I'm there and hosting. And hopefully get some hot, anonymous loads as a consequence. I did just that a few weeks ago. I got a cheap room at a rather sleazy hotel that was just across the freeway from one of the busiest area of the Las Vegas Strip. So, it has quick access for the locals to reach from the freeway. And tourists staying on the south end of the strip can also easily reach my hotel, with or without a car. This hotel has free, easy parking right near the rooms. So, if the guy has a car, he can drive up, load my ass and he's back in his car and home to his wife very quickly. A definite advantage for the local guy, versus his trying to get in and out of one of the huge strip hotels. This particular hotel also has a huge truck parking area for the overnight parking of semi trucks, with shower facilities for the drivers. So, each night, close to 100+ big rigs are parked next door to the hotel. Making it an easy spot for those horny 18 wheelers to get their rocks off. I checked into this hotel around 9pm. I quickly posted ads on Craigslist and some other web sites, including BBRT. Then I got my room set up. Placing lube, poppers and tissues on both night stands and the desk. So that lube and poppers would be close at hand for the guys. I also placed some condoms in the drawers of both nightstands, just in case a guy insisted on using them. But, my intension was to take raw cock and loads. I didn't want the condoms in sight, making the guys think I preferred covered. Cause I didn't. I want it raw. I douched and showered, then checked to see if I had any hits from my internet posts. Sure enough, I had several replies from my Craigslist ad. As well as several replies from my BBRT, Manhunt, A4A and Squirt posts. I quickly replied to them all. Giving them my hotel address and room number. I told each of the guys that the door would be unlocked. I'd be ass up, face down in the darkened room. And that my hole was at their disposal. I took the plastic 'do not disturb' sign and using duct tape, I taped it across the door lock. Making it so that all they had to do was push on the door to enter my room. I rechecked my computer to see if there were more replies. There were several more, so I quickly replied to them with the same info, informing them of the same instructions. One of the replies was from a trucker that was parked next door. He said he'd be over as soon as he got my room number. I turned off all the lights in the room. Leaving only a small night-light that I had brought, turned on in the bathroom. This gave the room just enough light that the guy could find me on the edge of the bed. But gave the darkness for a totally anonymous encounter. Then I lubed up my ass, grabbed one of the fresh bottle of poppers and assumed the position of ass up, face down on the edge of the bed, burying my face in the pillow and waited for the first guy to arrive. In just a couple of minutes, I heard the door push open and close. I took a couple of hits from the poppers as I heard him kick off his shoes, unzip and remove his pants. Then I felt his finger explore my asshole. Feeling that my ass was already lubed, he quickly put his already hard cock up to my hole. Rubbing his cockhead on it for a few moments, before finally pushing up inside me. I took another big sniff of poppers as he started to slide in and out of me. He'd pull nearly all the way out of me, then slam deep up inside me with each thrust. He felt like he had 6 or 7 inches. But not overly thick. But he did have a large, mushroom cockhead. I was really loving the feel of his cockhead as it almost pulled out, but then plunged back into me, harder and deeper with each thrust. About 5 minutes into this, I heard the door open and close again. Clothes were being discarded and I heard this new guys footsteps as he moved to the opposite side of the bed. He picked up the bottle of poppers that I had left on that nightstand. I could hear him remove the lid and take a couple of hits from the bottle. I then felt him kneel on the bed in front of me. For the first time I lifted my head from the pillow and could see the dim view of this second guys cock right in front of me. I pulled myself up and he slid his cock into my mouth. I was in heaven. This is just what I wanted. A cock in my ass and one in my mouth at the same time. The trucker in my ass was obviously turned on by having another horny guy using me. The trucker really started to pound my hole even harder. He was grunting now as he slammed into me. He grabbed me around my waist and slammed one last time into me. Letting out a load groan as he held his cock deep inside me and filled my gut with his load. Then he pulled out. I heard him tell the guy in my mouth to change positions with him. The guy in my mouth pulled out and the exchange was made. I now had the truckers cum covered cock in my mouth. While the 2nd guy was slipping his cock up inside me. Once my mouth had cleaned off the trucker's cock and he had softened, he pulled out and dressed. Leaving my room as the 2nd guy continued to fuck me. The 2nd guy didn't take long to reach his own orgasm. He also let out a loud groan. Slammed deep inside me and fed my ass it's 2nd load of the night. He pulled out. I heard him wiping his cock off with the tissues and put his pants back on and left. I wondered if any of the other guys would actually show up? You never know with internet hookups. But I didn't need to worry. Just a few minutes later, I heard a soft knock on my door and heard the door open and close once again. The guy said, "Word's out in the trucker's shower that there's a hot hole needing some dick". "You've found it. Do you want sloppy 3rds?" I said. I heard him unzip and he pressed his already hard cock to my hole. He wasted no time in pushing up into me and quickly beginning to pump. His cock felt much longer and thicker than the other two guys. I could feel his cold zipper grind against my ass cheeks as he pumped into me. Thankfully, the other two guys had loosened my ass up a bit. But I still needed to take a deep hit of poppers to be able to take this big, thick one all the way inside me. Then the door opened again. The familiar sounds of clothes being removed was heard. Then the door opened again. There were now 3 guys in my room. Yeah..!!! This is what I wanted. The horny trucker fucked me for a few minutes, then I heard one of the guys say, "Let me try that ass. The trucker's cock slid out. And another cock slipped up in me. I head the trucker and the other guy stroking their cocks as they watched this 2nd guy fuck me. A few minutes later, the 3rd guy, in a thick Mexican accent said "My turn". Again, one cock slid out of me and the Latino guy slid up into me. For the next half hour or more, it was a steady rotation of these 3 cocks taking turns, tagging my hole. One by one these 3 guys would finally reach the point where they couldn't hold off any longer. And would fill my ass with their loads. Each would cum. Clean their cocks off and leave. Finally as the last of these guys left, the latino, I collapsed onto the bed, my legs trembling from being in that kneeling position on the edge of the bed so long. I finally got up to check messages on my computer again. Of the 8 initial replies that I got, 5 had already shown up and fucked me. A pretty good turn out, I felt. There were 8 new replies. So I quickly replied to them as well. Then stepped into the bathroom to take a piss. Just as I stepped back into the bedroom area, I saw the door open again. From the light coming in from the parking lot, I could faintly see a very tall, muscular black man in his late 40's stepping into my room. "You the faggot that needs to be fucked?" he said. "Yup", I said as I stepped towards him. He was unzipping as I grabbed my poppers and took a hit. "Suck it, Fag", he said as he took the poppers from my hand and took a hit. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He handed the bottle back to me as I leaned forward and took his ample, but flaccid dick into my mouth. "You like str8, black dick, Fag?" "Umm hum" I moaned as his cock was filling my mouth. I fondled his low hanging balls as his cock began to harden in my mouth. He quickly grew to about 8 inches of rock hard dick. "Eat my ass, Fag", he said as he pulled his now hard cock from my mouth and turned around. Lowering his jeans to the floor, he leaned over the bed and showed his ass to me. I put my face up to his crack and took a whiff of the manscent of his hole. Then spread his ass cheeks and licked his puckered hole. His moan let me know he was liking it. I licked and poked his hole for several minutes with my tongue. Then he stood, told me to get on the bed, as he stripped completely. He took the bottle of lube I had on the night stand and squeezed some onto his cock. His 8 or more inches were rock hard and very thick. Even though my ass was well lubed with the 5 loads I already had in me, I asked him to lube me up. I was going to need all the lube I could get to accommodate his bbc. As he lubed me, I took another hit of poppers. He climbed up behind me on the bed, and pushed his bbc deep inside me in one quick motion. It was so large, I let out a gasp in pain. "Am I hurting you, you little whore?" he said as he continued to slam into me. I didn't reply, but just took another hit of poppers. This big, muscular black stud was really getting into my ass. He was making a very loud smacking sound as his cock slammed repeatedly into me. His thrusts were so hard, that I was grunting as the breath escaped me with his pounding. "Fuckin' whore", "Fuckin' pig", he'd grunt as he pounded my ass. Finally, after about 10 minutes of steady assault, he slammed deep inside and growled as he unloaded in me. I could feel his bbc throbbing as he emptied his balls into my ass. He pulled out of me with almost the sound of a plunger being pulled from a drain. "Nice piece of ass, queer boy. Good job", he said as he started to dress. I just laid there, collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath from that last anal assault. Perhaps 20 minutes went by, and I was thinking that perhaps that was going to be it for the evening. I'd taken 6 loads and really was feeling exhausted from that last hard fuck from the black guy. Just as I was thinking I should lock the door and go to bed, the door opened again. And this time two young guys entered. Both in their early 20's. Two good looking, buff and obviously a little drunk college age kids. I looked at the clock. It was a little after midnight. "You still up for dick? Ready to get two str8 guys?" one of the guys said. "He better be" the other guy said. "I didn't walk all the way here from Luxor, not to get my rocks off". "Hell, yeah. I'll do you", I replied, as they both took off their pants. One of the guys pulled his cell phone from his pants pockets and dialed, as the first guy started to rub my ass. "Get over here. Room 645. This guy's still taking loads. Bring Rick if he's with you". "Who were you talking to" I asked? "A couple of our buddies. You can service a few more str8 drunks, can't you?" he chuckled. "Fuck, yeah", I replied. The first guy slipped his cock up into me. As the 2nd guy moved his cock to my face. Once again, I had a cock in both ends. They took turns fucking my hole and mouth for about 15 mins. Then the door opened again, and their two buddies entered the room. I could hear some muffled laughter and whispering as the two new guys undressed. I was nervous with 4 young, slightly drunk, straight, strangers in my room. What if they decided to beat up this fag that was servicing them? But, I needn't have worried. They were just 4 horny, str8 college kids, out for a night on the town in Vegas and needing a hot hole to get them off. For the next hour the 4 kids took turns in my ass and mouth. 3 of them left their loads in my ass. And one of them came while I was sucking them. By the time they left, I had 9 loads in my ass. And one that had been fed to me, down my cock hungry throat. I was exhausted and thought I was ready to call it a night, when once again the door opened. In walked a young black kid in his mid 20's. "Hey, Daddy, I just walked over from the MGM. It's still hot outside. Mind if I take a quick shower before I fuck you" he asked? "Sure, I replied. He took off his clothes and stepped into the bathroom to shower. Once again the door opened. This time a kind of scruffy looking guy in his late 50's walks in. "You still fucking", he asked? "Yup", I replied. "Cool. I've been horny all day. Just drove my rig from San Diego. Could use a warm hole to unload in", he said as he undressed. I got onto my knees in front of him and took a whiff of his crotch. He was kink of funky smelling from his 7 hours on the road. But his manscent was like a sniff of poppers to me. Made me even hornier to bury my face in his hairy, sweaty crotch. I slipped this truckers 6", flaccid, uncut cock into my mouth and sucked on the foreskin. The taste of some day old precum was filling the folds of his foreskin. It tasted both sweet and funky at the same time. As I began to suck this trucker, his cock was hardening in my mouth. I heard the shower turn off, and the young black kid came back into the bedroom area. He had heard action in the bedroom and hadn't even bothered to towel dry. He was dripping wet as he stepped up next to the trucker. I could see his 8", rockhard, bbc standing straight up, just inches from my face. I moved my mouth to his young cock and sucked on it. Then I got up on the bed. Kneeling on the edge of it. My ass in the air. The young black kid bend down and licked my hole. "Damn!", he said. You've got a tasty, cum filled ass, Daddy"! As he slipped his tongue up inside me. He licked my hole for a few minutes, then stood up and slid his cock into me. The trucker knelt in front of me, then backed his ass up to my mouth. He spread his ass cheeks and told me to eat his hole. I licked his hole as he squirmed his ass on my face. The sight of this must have really turned the black kid on. He only fucked me for a few minutes before he slammed up into me and let out a groan. I could feel him convulse as he emptied his load into me. As he pulled out and dressed, the trucker moved behind me and slid himself into me. Likewise, it didn't take him long to fill my ass with another load. By the time these two guys left my room, I knew I couldn't take any more. My legs were shaking, and cum was dripping from my ass. I removed the duct tape from the door. Shut and locked it and laid down on the bed. I heard the door handle jiggle as I pulled the covers over myself. Then a knock on the door. I have no idea who was wanting to come in? But I just didn't have the energy for one more load. The clock on the bed stand said 2:30am. I woke up again at 3:15am to the sound of more knocking on my door. But, I rolled over and fell back to sleep. I'd reached my limit for the night. I didn't have the energy to take one more load. I woke up the next morning to find my mattress soaked with the cum of 11 loads of cum, that had leaked from my ass as I slept. As always, it can be hit or miss when I set up these cumwhore, hotel adventures. But this was one of the better ones. I was a little sore the next day. But well worth it. God, I love living in Las Vegas..!!!!

It was promise of 'prize money' that brought me here, although I knew damned well what I was doing would qualify me as a whore, but college didn’t come cheap, and neither did anything else: my crappy apartment, gas, you name it. Frankly, everything was starting to look more and more desperate, so I agreed to put my looks to use with some shady Craigslist 'photo model' request stuff. Although one of the four times had been a guy outright looking for a hook-up for cash, one of the other three had led to this. The photographer had taken some pretty racy photographs of me, bent over and naked, blindfolded, that sort of stuff, but he had kept my face from being recognizable in any of the shots, just as I had asked. The money had been decent, not great, but decent. The photographer was an older guy, maybe in his forties, but he was in good shape. And, although I’d definitely gotten the gay vibe from him, as he apparently loved looking at my ass, he hadn’t made an overt move. So long story: for the first time in ages I was able to pay the rent as well as put some food in the fridge and still have a little bit of cash left over. A few weeks later I received a message from the photographer inviting me to a 'blackjack night'. At first I almost dismissed the message at face value as the last thing I wanted to do was gamble away what little cash I had, but then I’d read on and saw that it wasn’t what it sounded like. In fact it was way more than that. “I’ve shown your photos to a friend who hosts play parties at his home. Handsome young men like you willing to take a risk or two can win big cash at his ‘blackjack nights,’ up to $1,000 for the first prize. It’s consensual. It’s absolutely R-rated and involves what you’d imagine. Don’t worry, though, if you choose to come, you’ll be able to stop at any time.” I let the e-mail sit for quite a while, but a thousand bucks is a lot to a guy like me, so finally, I replied, and asked for more details. Annoyingly, there weren’t many. “I can’t tell you much more,” the reply came from the photographer, who added “I’ll be there, and I’ve been to them before. You’ll need a rudimentary understanding of blackjack, and there are usually three or more cash prizes, as well as various other gifts given to some participants. You’ll be popular, if you decide to go, I’ll tell you that. Up to you.” I replied and said I’d go. The 'home' the host lived in was large and far enough out of town that I was a bit worried as I drove there in my clunker, but once I arrived I parked in the large curved driveway that led to the place and went for the door, invitation in hand. I had a good body, I liked sex, and I could use a grand. I had no real illusions about the night beyond that, and that was fine by me. At the door, I was greeted by a guy in a nice suit, who took me to a small side-room, where he took my coat, keys and my invitation number, and then traded my printed invitation for a small white envelope with the same number on it. He led me to a door and knocked once before opening it and looking inside, then nodded to me saying “You can go inside to change. The envelope will show you which bag to use.” I frowned, but he left, so I went into the room as he’d said. There were about two dozen bags lying around, each with a single card attached to them from a deck of cards. A few were mostly empty, though most had piles of regular clothes inside them. I opened my envelope, and pulled out a four of hearts, and a small slip of paper in which were printed these directions: “Dress in the items in the bag matching your card, and then put your clothes into the bag. They will be returned to you afterwards. Then move through the door opposite that through which you entered this room.” I stripped down, found the bag marked with the four of diamonds, and found that inside, there was only a pair of white briefs with a red diamond printed where my left butt cheek would be. I exhaled. I’d known this was basically going to be that sort of evening, but the reality of holding very little cloth in my hand made it pretty obvious. There was also a small card-holder on a Velcro strap, just the right size for the four of diamonds that had come in my invitation. Inside of the card-holder were instructions that told me to secure the card-holder to my arm with the strap, and to keep my card inside. I did so. Wearing only the briefs, which, by the way, were very snug and left nothing to the imagination, I took deep breath and pushed through the door. The room had quite a few men in it already, and I felt my stomach clench a bit when I stepped through the door. Everyone was wearing white – there were already four other guys like me in little white briefs with diamonds on the back of their asses, but there was an obvious division beyond that. Some of the men were wearing white wife beaters and white cotton pants through which it was obvious there was no underwear, and they had the black 'clubs' symbol from a deck of cards on the back of their wife beaters. The 'spades' were all wearing white athletic lace-up shorts with the spade across the right side, and no shirt. The 'hearts' wore similar cotton pants to the 'clubs' but no shirts, with the heart design at the front right where a pocket might otherwise be. Only the diamonds like me didn’t have masks. Everyone else wore a plain white mask that covered his eyes, lending a sense of anonymity. The guys ranged in body types quite broadly, although it was obvious that other than the diamonds, these men were in their forties and fifties. They obviously, however, took care of themselves . And every one of the men wore a Velcro pouch strapped to his arm. A waiter, full uniform, and mask, slid over to me and offered me a drink. I took one, waiting nervously. One of the clubs walked up to me, and when he spoke, I recognized the voice of the photographer. I had thought he was in good shape, and I’d been right: his chest was wide, he had thick arms, and under the edge of the wife-beater, I could see the start of a dusting of dark hair on his chest. “Glad you could come,” he said. I smiled. “Thanks.” The door opened a few more times while we chatted about nothing, and finally, one of the men in the Spades outfits, a bit of a musclebear, really, hairy and thick chested and definitely built strong, stepped to the middle of the room and raised his hand. The room fell silent. “Thank you all for coming,” he said. “As you all know, the game tonight is blackjack, or twenty one. Those of you playing for the prize money, that’s the diamonds in the room, will gather cards from those with whom you choose to...” he paused, smiling behind his short beard, “...interact.” He paused, and looked around. “The only rule, of course, is that no one can tell each other what card he is handing out, though the suit might be obvious.” Again he smiled. “Remember, you are gambling with yourselves, and you may stop at any time. There will be an opportunity for many draws, but don’t forget you will not wish to bust,” he said, smiling again. This time, he pointed at a door. “There is a special room for those who ‘bust’ but would like to deal themselves back into the game.” A few of the men laughed, and standing next to me, the photographer smiled. I felt somewhat nervous. “As always, negotiate as you will, and remember, the first place prize is a thousand dollars for the lucky diamond who achieves 21, or closest to that number without going over. Otherwise, all the rules of blackjack apply. We’ll begin with the diamonds making their choices, but after our first round, we’ll move through the suits accordingly. Diamonds – if you could line up, please?” We did. My stomach clenched and unclenched, and I decided right off that I’d pick the photographer, who was not only hot, but someone I knew. There were five other guys with me in the 'diamond' group, and I saw that there were the same number of hearts, clubs, and spades. I did the math: there were two dozen men in attendance. I swallowed. Our host continued. “The private rooms are through the archway there and up the stairs. They’re marked with diamonds. Feel free to leave the doors open or not as you wish,” he grinned. “Some do enjoy watching.” I swallowed again. The host tapped the first diamond on the shoulder – a lanky red-head with a lean body and freckles – who nervously approached a salt-and-pepper daddy type in hearts. As soon as they started to speak, the host tapped the next diamond, who was beside me, and he went to talk to one of the clubs, a larger black man with very thick arms. Then it was my turn. I went to the photographer, the only one I knew, and he smiled at me. “I’d hoped familiarity would be a good thing,” he said. I smiled at him, feeling myself blush a little. “Yeah.” Once all six diamonds had chosen, the host said, “Okay, gentlemen. You may now let your diamond know what you intend, and he may accept or make another choice.” I looked at the masked man who I actually did kinda-sorta know, and he smiled at me. “I intend to fuck that pretty face of yours and make you swallow every drop,” he said, leaning in. I felt my dick harden in my briefs. I loved to suck dick, and as far as whoring myself out, sucking cock seemed a pretty small price to pay. I nodded. Four of the six diamonds seemed to like what they heard, since we all left for the archway and the four rooms. Two stayed behind, to make a new choice, I assumed. I led the older man into the first room with a diamond on the door. The room was richly dressed, with a bed decked out with fresh white sheets and pillows, as well as a small chest at the base of it labeled, helpfully, 'Toys'. When I went to close the door, the photographer took my wrist saying “I don’t mind an audience,” as he undid his cotton pants. He was facing the door, and he pulled one of the pillows and tossed it onto the floor at his feet. “Kneel there,” he said. I’d have my back to the door. I knelt, and he tugged down the pants to reveal a thick cut cock already growing hard. He took my head in both hands, and pushed my face into his crotch. I licked and rubbed my face against his hardening dick, and he chuckled. “I knew you were a cock sucker the moment I took that first picture. Lips like yours?” he laughed again. “Cocksucker lips.” Frankly, I agreed, and set to work whole-heartedly. His cock was salty with sweat and I loved the taste of pre-cum that drooling from his cock head almost the moment I swallowed his length. He hardened quickly in my mouth, and his grip on my head was strong without being too harsh. He fucked my face, short thrusts in and out of my mouth, without letting his dick come free. I gripped his thighs after a time, realizing quickly that he was the one in charge here, and wanted to enjoy knowing that fact. As his dick hardened, he grew a bit more forceful, but it wasn’t the longest dick I’d sucked, even if it was one of the thickest, and the reality was I was enjoying myself. My own cock was hard, proof that I loved to suck dick, and doing so was a quick way to get my own dick hard, and I let one hand go to reach down and tug my own dick free from my briefs. “You can pull it out,” he said, in a low voice, “but you don’t get to jerk it. Hands back on my legs.” I obeyed with a little grunt as he pushed his dick into my mouth, freeing my cock but not being able to tug on it. I decided to go balls deep on him, and surprised him by swallowing his full length and pressing my face into his pubes for a long moment. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned. Behind us, someone added, “Nice!” I shivered, but pinned on the man’s cock, it wasn’t like I could turn around and see which men, or how many men, were watching. I moaned though, aroused despite myself. “Fuck.. Fuck..” the older man said, and gripped all the tighter for a moment. “Swallow it all, boy! Swallow... it... all!” he grunted, and my mouth filled with his spunk in three sudden spurts. I swallowed spasmodically, narrowly avoiding choking as the thick liquid hit the back of my throat, and managing to get the rest down in two more swallows. I slurped at his dick, tonguing the head of his dick and then bobbing again up and down the full length of him. He let go, and I took a few more moments to lick and suck at his balls, making sure to get him spit-clean. “Damn,” he said, once I leaned back on my heels. “That’s good service.” I smiled up at him, my lips feeling a little raw. He tugged me up, and we turned, our backs to the door, although I glanced and saw there were three men watching. Then he undid his pouch, pulled out a card, handing it to me. I looked at it. Four of clubs. That made eight. That sure wasn’t going to win. Still, I smiled at him, and put it into my own little Velcro carrier as he pulled his pants back up and I tucked myself back in, and then he led me back to the main room. There was a new man there now, in a 'dealer’s' outfit like at a casino, and he walked up to me as we arrived. “Your cards?” he asked me. I pulled them out of the Velcro case, and he pulled out a small pad, asking “Do you want to double-down?” Oh shit! I’d read up about blackjack, but I’d forgotten this rule when I’d gotten the second four. If you get dealt the same card that you already have, you have the option to split it into two hands. I’d basically be starting over again with two hands of four. If I wasn’t mistaken, everything I’d read said it was the smart thing to do. “How does that work?” I asked. The dealer didn’t seem phased by the question. “You’ll build one hand until you hold or bust, then the other. It will make for a longer night,” he said, without a hint of a smile, though I could have sworn I heard some amusement in his voice. I took a deep breath. “I’ll double down." He nodded. And we waited for the rest of the diamonds to return.

As an insecure, visible minority gay guy, I often relied on other people's approval or wild sexual satisfaction to define my self-worth. When the diagnosis hit me, I immediately had depressive symptoms. I also lost my mind a bit. I was convinced I would remain an outcast for the rest of life. My paranoia even got me banned from this place for a couple days. Things got 100% better when I started medication and became undetectable. Lots of therapy. Some support on this site as well. HIV doesn't have to be a lonely experience if you have the humble courage to seek help and connect with other poz guys.

Thanks Foxboy, you sexy mothuh fucker!

And there is nothing like a thick cock stretching your hole out, hot damn.........lol

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

tallslenderguy, To avoid highjacking this very interesting thread about bug chasing with PrEP talk, I've answered your questions in a private message. BTW, the PrEP sub-forum here is helpful for those who want information about it.

You said you're a nurse so surely you know about PrEP. Have you considered it? As a contemporary of yours who also lived through the scariest years, I've found being on PrEP, free of HIV fear, remarkably liberating -- both mentally and physically. I'm having both more, and more satisfying, sex now that I did for years.

A couple weeks after Travis took my virginity and bred my ass I got really sick. Travis told me I had the fuck flu and it would clear up in a couple of days and sure enough I was feeling a while lot better 4 days later. I had an idea of what had transpired with that first fuck, and the ones that closely followed. I had always noticed the biohazard tattoo Travis had on his right pec, but never really thought much about it until he took me to get mine. I started to do a little work for Travis selling to my friends. In time I became his best dealer. I was the only one working for him that knew where he lived. Travis had an old apartment that he used to deal out of and another one that be lived in regularly. I knew Travis would help with my plan, as long as he would get to breed Steven. I made sure to let Travis know that he would get Steven's ass to fuck after I've knocked him up. That brought a smile to my dealers face as I grabbed the Tina, some points and an smoke supply of GHB. The wedding came and after our parents left for their honeymoon. Steven had his spring break cumming up and he'd have a week and half off from school, just enough time to break him in and knock him up. During his last day of classes before his break began I prepared everything so that right after school I could put my plan into motion. When Steven got to my apartment after school I offered him a drink. He accepted as long as I didn't name it to string from him. I knew the taste of the G would make him think he had alcohol in with his coke. It was just enough to get him going to be open to hitting the pipe with his new bro. He downed his drink and I made him another before putting the pipe and crystal in clear view. I could tell Steven was open to suggestion as he picked up the pipe. It gave me the opening I was looking for as I asked him if he ever got high. He shook his head 'yes' as I asked him if he wanted to get high with his older brother. The G was definitely kicking in as Steven watched me light the touch and great the bowl of meth. I explained the process before sucking in my first hit. After I blew I nice cloud out I re-lit the touch heating the contents so Steven could take his first hit. I told him as the smoke began to swirl to put his lips to the stem and stuck in the smoke. Steven took in decent size (for his first time) before he blew out a smaller cloud than I had previously. I encouraged him to take a second hit and then a third, each one bigger then the one before. I took another hit after Steven's fished his third before he took a couple more on his own without my direction. Before I know it Steven was hitting it all on his own, he apparently was loving hitting the pipe. In between his he commented on how the Tina made him feel tingly all over. As we chatted I turned the conversation toward sex in order to get his blood flowing. I asked if he'd ever watched porn before to which he shook his head 'no'. I let Steven know that I had some great porn we could watch. Steven spoke his first word since we began hitting the pipe. As we watched the porn I asked him how many times he had gotten had from his 'girlfriend'. Steven bragged that she sucked his dick all the time. I egged him on asking if she swallowed his cum. He went on saying that she always swallows his cum. I knew he was lying, no girl likes to eat cum let alone suck cock. I then asked Steven about the first time he fucked her. His description of the events seemed a little far fetched I knew I could get him after a few more hits I the pipe. I definitely noticed a slight bulge in his crotch and hoped he'd swallow the bait. I asked if he'd ever done anything with another guy before. He stated to blush and wouldn't made eve contact with me. I led him where I wanted when I admitted that is jacked off with friends before, that that was innocent since we were both horny and watching some good porn like we were watching right now. Steven betrayed himself as he rubbed his hand over his crotch. I said in a suggestive way, 'damn I'm so fucking hard and horny, I need to stroke my cock'. With that I pulled out my hard cock and caught Steven looking at me as I slowly stroke my 8" bone. Steven took two more hits off the pipe before he joined me pushing his jeans and boxers down. He continued to hit the pipe (after I reloaded it) and as he did he began to get T-dick as he starred to get don't while I continued to free rock hard. He commented that he didn't know what why, the porn was great, as some bitch was getting her cunt fucked, when a second guy joined them presenting the bitch his cock to suck. After the bitch had had enough she left leaving the two guys alone. Both guys stroke there cocks looking at each other before the guy who has been fucking the bitch pushes the other one to his knees. The guy on his knees looked up at his more dominant counter part and began sucking cock. I looked over at Steven as his eyes never left the screen. After a few minutes of the action I made a comment that I heard that his give the best blow jobs. Steven looked at me then back at the TV as kept watching him trying to stroke his T-dick. After a couple minutes he asked me if that was true and if I had ever had a guy suck my dick. I knew he was about to be mine and let the drama build before I answered. I told him that I had to be honest with him and told him I've had guys suck my cock a few times. We sat there a few more minutes as the guys switched off positions sucking. Looking at hits shrinking cock as he continued to hit the pipe he asked me as he was hearing the bowl if I had ever suck a guys dick or every thought about driving a guys dick. I Answered him with a smile and said 'maybe'. He repeated my answer to me and told him I'd give him an honest answer if he is honest with me and asked him again about the sex he claimed to have had with his girlfriend. He hit the pipe again and as he blew the smoke out, looked at the ground and said no, he was still a virgin. I knew I had him right where I wanted him as I stood up, moved over to him, took the pipe and did a nice long hit before answering him with a yes that I've sucked a friend cock before. Steven looked up at me and let me know he really wanted to experience something more stimulating then his right hand as he asked that maybe if I'd suck his dick it would get hard again. He promised he'd return the favor and suck my dick after I was done sucking his dick. I let him know he'd have to suck mine first to show that he was serious about sucking my cock. I leaned in and brought my cock closer to his lips. I knew what was going through his head as he kicked his lips, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. As my cock entered his mouth I coaches him to watch his teeth as he closer his mouth around my 8 inches. Steven worked his mouth up and down my shaft as I coaches him on technique. I could tell with time he had the potential to be a good cock sucker.

CHPT 13 - Drug Mule: I awoke to the feeling of a hard dick forcing its way in my ass. The lights were out in the RV, but the glow of the parking lot lights outside shone through the windows. I had been rolled onto my stomach and from the feel of the body I knew it was Pa fucking me. Inch after inch of Pa’s dick slid with ease up my ass and I moaned, thinking of Teddy and his black dick and wishing it was him – but it wasn’t – so I took advantage of what I had, clenched my hole, made Pa moan as he liked it when I winked my pussy for him, and pushed back to meet his every stroke. Pa’s sweaty body collapsed on me, he slid to my side, ran his hand up and down my back and whispered, “Good sissy,” as I fell back to sleep. It wasn’t a good sleep though. My dreams were wild, wicked, and fevered and a couple times I jerked myself awake, a cry caught in my throat as memories of my past tried to slam through the wall of forgetting that Pa and Curtis had created through my shots. The shots. That was the answer. I must remember. The shots….and then I faded back out. Day five at the state fair found the grounds a fucking mess. The big storm that had rolled through the day before had done some minor damage, but more importantly had delayed all the set up work, which meant that Mr. Gleason, the fair manager, was working his men extra hard. That in turn meant that a lot of carnies needed to release their stress even more than usual and so my work as a sissy cunt for any and all dick began bright and early announced by a loud banging on the RV door. Pa headed out as the carney dick headed in and Brett managed our little circus. “Get the fuck up,” Brett snarled as he slapped my ass, yanked the sheet off me, and started filling up my plate with lines of powder. Instead I reached for the joint that was idling in the ashtray beside the bed, but Brett pushed my hand away, “Fuck no. Snort your shit. Pa said to get you primed and we ain’t got time for you to be chilling right now so get your happy ass up and ready.” I felt like shit, my head hurt, and my body ached, and I guess I looked even worse as Brett stood over me like a mother hen and said, “Damn, you look like fucking hell. At least wet your hair down or something. Here, hit those lines. They’ll fix anything that ails you.” Brett was right and a few lines later, the burning in my nose still fresh, I was feeling much better, yet I took it a step further, licked my finger till it was sopping, rolled it around in the Tina, then promptly shoved it up my hole. Fuck that burned! A few deep breaths, a little sweat running down my temples, I licked my finger clean, rolled off the bed and got ready to see what Texas had in store for me next. I did my job and took every raw, carney dick that showed up, but my mind was on Teddy and his black monster and also trying to figure out how I was going to get the stuff he told me he wanted and ran through the list again in my head – cash if I wanted more dick, sneakers (size 12), a new baseball cap (Texas Rangers only), some food, a bottle of peach schnapps, and some more t-shirts. I had to take a piss and as I battled with my kidneys to get empty, could hear loud voices, banging outside the door, and Brett sounding angry and frustrated. When I went to open the door, I couldn’t, as someone was standing in front it. “Christ Jack, step aside, step aside,” a deep voiced man said. I opened the door, stepped out, and was between two big guys, both in cowboy hats, jeans, boots, button down shirts, with scraggly beards and big guts. The one by the bedroom stepped closer the bed, I was able to get by, pulled my shorts down, took my t-shirt off and sat on the bed and grabbed my plate as the other guy pushed in. The bigger guy immediately took his hat off, ran his fingers through what little hair he had on the top of his head, and started to unbutton his shirt, revealing the hairiest chest I had ever seen. The other guy – Jack – reached for his shirt buttons but his hand shook, he took a step back, “Dennis …I… I can’t do this. No offense, but you ain’t no pussy, I mean woman, and well…” The bigger guy laughed, “Damn Jack. You asked me to teach you trucking and I’ve done right by you, haven’t I? Well part of trucking is taking pussy where you can get it and pussy comes in all shapes and sizes.” Then taking a hard look at me and pointing he continued, “And with this pussy, which is free by the way since Mr. Gleason was happy we got our truck here early, ain’t cheatin. When you get home, and Sheila sniffs your dick and asks if you fucked any other women while you been gone – well hell – you can right honestly say “No Ma’am”, and that’s the God’s honest truth and I can attest, I’m your witness.” Jack shook his head, not fully convinced, and Dennis reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out two big cigars, lit one and handed Jack the other then looked at me, “Got anything to drink?” I nodded to the shelf behind him, he grabbed the tequila bottle, handed it to Jack and said, “Take a few shots. This will burn going down, then stand back and watch if you like, but my nutts are so swollen and full I got to take care of them before they bust.” While Jack tackled the bottle of tequila, I tackled Dennis’ dick, which was a decent size, but far too much hair for my liking. I had to keep pausing and pulling hair out of my teeth, but he did not seem to mind at all as I sucked on his dick while he smoked his cigar, standing over me, rubbing my hair, his eyes closed, telling me, “Good girl.” His dick was swollen and throbbing when he stepped back and said, “OK Jack, your turn. That mouth is like fucking velvet. Just close your eyes, think of Sheila, or Missy at the diner, I know you always think about Missy going down on you.” Jack hesitated, but did as suggested and in between puffs on his cigar he oohed and aaahed and I knew I had him and soon his body stiffened, I grabbed his hips and he unloaded in mouth. Glob after glob of hot cum hit the back of my throat and I gulped and swallowed and gulped some more as a bit drizzled out the sides of my mouth. Jack then pulled away, grabbed the tequila, and headed to the front of the RV. Dennis laughed, set his smoking cigar in the ashtray, wiped Jack’s cum from the edge of my mouth with his thumb and rubbed it on his dick, then said, “Bend over. As good as that mouth felt, I bet that pussy feels like butter.” I got on my hands and knees with my ass up and waiting, my hole hungry for dick. I looked back as Dennis reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a condom, tore the corner with his teeth and as he pulled it out I sighed in frustration. Dennis paused, his eyes narrowed, he placed his hand on my ass and leaned down and whispered, “You want me to fuck you raw?” I smiled and nodded my head eagerly. Dennis’ upper lip raised in a half grin/half evil sneer and he leaned even closer and said, “Good. I like breeding a whore with no questions asked and keep my wife knocked up with my extra gifts from the road so I can be sure the next whore I fuck gets paid a little something extra and none’s the wiser. But old Jack, he’s skiddish like a new born foal, so for his sake, I’ll just wear it for a second to make it look used then will take it off and if you’re game, you can then help me prepare a surprise for him to help break him in.” I nodded, Dennis rolled the condom down his dick, gently spread my hole open and eased his dick inside. He moaned, stroked my hole a few times, pulled out, slowly rolled the condom off and tossed it on the floor before whispering again, “There, that’ll make Jack feel better and he won’t look at it close enough to realize all my load is going in your pussy.” Then in a louder voice Dennis said, “Come on whore, show me that pussy.” I reached back, spread my cheeks and grunted as Dennis drove his raw dick back up my ass. For a big guy he sure had some moves and stroked my ass walls side to side, up and down, and all the while kneaded my ass cheeks like a pan of biscuits. I could feel his swollen nutts snuggle high and tight and Dennis was right when he said they were full as he unloaded in my ass and deep stroked it good to ensure I got every little swimmer he had. With his dick still semi hard and in my ass, Dennis reached down, grabbed his cigar out of the ashtray, lit it, and sighed in pleasure. “Just like I figured. Butter.” Dennis laughed as his limp dick finally exited my hole. I turned around before Dennis could move, licked his dick clean, making Dennis grab my head again and say, “Good girl.” His dick flexed a little, but it was clear he needed some time to recover. Dennis sat on the edge of the bed, took a long drag on his cigar, then said in a whisper, “Thanks. I needed that. Hope you don’t mind I called you pussy and shit. Just talk you know. I do got a dirty mouth on me. So I guess you are here for the fair? I’ll be running loads in and out the whole month, so if there is anything you need or that I can do for you, just let me know and I plan to come back for some more of that buttery hole!” I smiled, ran my hand over his hairy chest and suddenly had an idea. “Where’s your truck? What are you carrying? I got a buddy I need to find a few things for and not sure where I should look around here.” Dennis eyed me through the smoke, nodded, “By ‘find’ you mean steal right? Don’t worry now, I won’t say nothing to no one, and I can help with that I think, but you’ll have to do me a favor in return sometime.” I shrugged my agreement, Denis put his cigar out, reached into his pants, pulled out another condom and his pocketknife and whispered, “This is for Jack. Make sure he sees you rip it open, then pull the condom out and hand it to him.” I nodded as I watched Dennis carefully insert his knife into the condom packet and the end of the condom. “I learned this trick a long time ago from my Daddy. He hated rubber and said if God had wanted us to cover our dicks he’d of made us that way. That little slit will split wide open in a couple thrusts and by that time, Jack will be up inside you and he’ll enjoy it so fucking much he won’t pay any mind.” I smiled, Dennis stood up, grabbed his clothes and headed to the front where he and Jack had a quick discussion. I grabbed my plate, did a snort, then got on my hands and knees with my hole up and waiting. I was about ready to give up when Jack came to the back. I started to turn around but he said, “No…please don’t….I.” Jack tentatively stuck a finger against my hole and I could hear him beating on his dick. I remembered Dennis was saying he was skiddish, so instead of pushing back on Jack’s finger, I let him take his time. Slowly he inserted his finger and I kept my hole relaxed and once he was in past the knuckle Jack exclaimed, “CHRIST, THAT FEELS JUST LIKE A LITTLE GIRL’S PUSSY! AND SO WET!” The sound of Dennis’ laughter at hearing Jack made him pause only a second as he said, “Shit.” I then reached to the side, grabbed the prepared condom packet, held my hands out and up so Jack could see as I tore the packet open, took out the condom and handed it to him. He immediately pulled his finger out, took the condom, and I could hear his breathing get louder as his nervous excitement took over. Once the condom was on, Jack grabbed the lube (a bottle of oil based lube, which was plan B to disintegrate the condom), squirted some out, then pushed his dick towards my hole. He seemed reluctant to touch me so I leaned back, pulled my cheeks apart with both hands and whispered, “Just pretend you’re fucking Missy in the storeroom at the diner. She’s bent over and waiting.” That’s all Jack needed to hear as he jammed his dick in my ass, suddenly grabbed my cheeks, and mumbling to himself fucked me like a Texas jackrabbit and I could tell the condom Dennis had prepped had immediately broken. Jack lasted no time at all, “OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OHHHHH…….” Before he gave me his second load and from the way he jerked and swore, I would bet this load was as big as the first. Jack yanked his dick out of my used hole and started in again, but this time his voice was one of concern, “Oh shit, oh no, shit, oh shit….” I turned around and looked at Jack who was staring at the broken condom bunched up around his shaft and before he could move I leaned down, grabbed him by the thighs, and swallowed his dirty dick so I could taste the mix of him and Dennis. Jack was practically trying to run now, and when I let go he jumped back, hit the wall, scrambled to pull/push the torn condom off himself. I tried to reassure him by saying, “It’s OK man, happens sometimes,” but I don’t think he could hear me in his panic. As Jack fled the RV, Dennis came to the back, another big cigar between his lips, kicked the shredded condom laying on the floor with the toe of his cowboy boot, smiled, bowed his head a little and touched the brim of his cowboy hat and winked at me. Dennis bent over and whispered, “How freaky can you get?” I leaned back, stuck a finger up my ass and wiggled it around, pulled it out and reached over and took Dennis’ cigar out of his hands, coated the tip good, then handed it back to Dennis who quickly stuck it in his mouth. He smiled, rolled it around a bit, licked his lips, then whispered, “Just between us now. I’ll get you what your buddy needs. Meet me over at the warehouse for Centennial Hall tomorrow afternoon. I have to head right back out for another load, but will be back around 3:00,” and then he left. I went out to the kitchen, grabbed a warm bottle of water off the counter, opened the cupboard, and pulled out a jar of peanut butter and a jar of marshmallow fluff. Nothing like a good sandwich to wash down some cowboy cum. I ate the first sandwich in a flash and was spreading a mound of fluff onto my bread for another when I heard Brett’s voice outside, followed by another, low and menacing. I paid no mind as I slapped my bread slices together and was just getting ready to lick the fluff off the knife when the door flew open and a wave of man musk rushed in, closely followed by Teddy carrying one of his black trash bags slung over one shoulder. Hormones flooded my head and body and I could only stand there and stare at Teddy’s sweaty, black chest, as he entered the RV. The only thought in my mind was that I had cum dripping out of my hole and I needed Teddy to fuck me right then! However, reason then panic soon took over and I said in an angry whisper, “What the fuck are you dong here? Trying to get me in trouble?” Teddy laughed, “I came to see where’s my cash. You’re my little ATM now remember? Pay to play for those direct deposits. Don’t want your Pa to find out you been hustling on the side do you? Stealing from him? Stealing from others? Sneaking me shit?” I didn’t know what to say as my eyes darted to the door, afraid Brett would come in or could hear what Teddy was saying. Teddy then pushed me against the opposite counter, took the fluff covered knife out of my hand and with his longer than humanly possible tongue licked it clean before dropping the knife in the sink and reaching behind me, forcing two fingers up my cum filled ass. “Just messing with you little man. I got a ticket – “Bumper Cars” – right? Then we got business. I made a deal with your old man and no, what we will do out back is just between us, whole other thing on the DL. The deal is, your old man needs a local supplier of drugs and shit as he’s got more business than he has product. Supply and demand troubles you feel me? Well I can do the hook to the supply, but I need someone to make the runs. I’ll facilitate the sale and if all goes well, you’re going to be our own little drug mule.” A drug mule? I was not sure what that was really, or what I was expected to do. “Are we going to your house?” I asked. Teddy looked at me like I was crazy, “I ain’t got no house. I sleep where I want and while I appreciate the care package and shit, this is business, understand little man? You’re coming with me. Put on some clothes.” My disappointment clearly showed on my face as I asked, “Don’t you want to fuck me?” Teddy laughed, “Oh yeah, Daddy’s going to fuck you. But not here. Not now.” I got dressed, snorted several lines off my plate, stuffed a baggy and straw in my pocket, and went back out front. Teddy was still leaning against the counter, grabbed my arm, tilted my head back and sounded like a dragon sniffing a lamb as he leaned over me and peered into my eyes. “Yeah you a fucked up bitch. Good. You’re going to need it.” We stepped out of the RV, I said goodbye to Brett who was lounging in one of the lawn chairs with a beer in one hand and joint another, and followed Teddy through the parking lot and towards the gate. The two security guards at the gate gave a quick “Yo,” to Teddy who just nodded and I made a mental note I needed to check them out sometime as my wet ass pussy wanted to get up close and personal with their BBCs. Teddy saw me looking at them and said, “They’re here for a reason little man, you got no idea. This may be fucking Candy Land inside the fence, outside is the real fucking world.” Instead of turning right and heading towards the light rail DART train, we turned left, walked up S. Fitzhugh Ave and veered left as it turned into South Barry Ave. While we walked, in no apparent hurry, Teddy told me about the neighborhood. “Stop for gas off I-30 up ahead and a player will ask you for money. We ain’t got nothing here but liquor stores, run down houses, prostitutes, gun runners, drug dealers, you name your vice – we got it. Gambling, fighting, and shit too freaky even for me. You’re OK with me, but any other white folks walking through here would get mugged in broad daylight. But if you want to find some real nasty dick, I’ll take you with me to the DART station sometime. Nothing but hookers, thugs, and bums who come down this way from the east, south, and west portions of Dallas looking for clients and someone to rob.” I nervously looked around me and noticed several people I thought might fall into those categories, but we kept walking. I also noticed that there seemed to be two to four guys on every corner who would nod at Teddy and while he paid them no mind, it seemed they were saying, “We see you, just so you know.” We continued walking until we passed under I-30 and the street turned into S. Munger Blvd. Just past a Boost Mobile store and a restaurant with a blue and white sign saying Tamale House, we came to a block with several houses and more thug looking guys hanging around on the corners. Teddy slowed as we approached a small white house that looked as run down as every other house on block. It had a small porch, peeling paint, a little satellite dish on the corner of the roof, and more dirt in the front yard than grass. This did not look like any kind of drug king pin’s house I had ever seen on TV. Teddy made his way up the broken concrete driveway, stepped onto the porch that creaked under his weight, and was met at the door by two big, black guys carrying guns. Teddy stepped into the dark interior and I hesitated, but followed. Teddy dropped his black trash bag into a pile of other bags against the front wall, grabbed my arm, pulled me into the middle of the room and said, “Strip bitch.” I looked around, nervous as fuck, but it appeared we were alone and I had no idea where the guys who had met us at the door had gone. I shook my head OK, but before I did, grabbed my baggy and snorted as much powder as I could get up my nose. When I opened my eyes from the burn, Teddy was standing in front of me, his hands resting on the back of a tall wooden chair, his eyes full of hunger. Once I was naked, Teddy got behind me, pushed me forward so I was bent halfway over, guided my hands through the rungs on the back of the chair and then SNAP, the cold flash of steel shot through my skin as he fastened me to the chair with a pair of handcuffs. I panicked, Teddy laughed and said, “Little man – chill. This is the way it is, take it or leave it. Wait, no you taking it. You’re gonna be fucked like the white bitch whore that you are. I’m gonna inspect your tunnel, dig it out, then when I think you’re ready, old boss man is going to come in. Make him feel good. He’s our connect. I made a deal. Something white, fresh, different, and sly for a little something something. Oh yeah – he’s a total cunt wrecker. He’s kept his shit tight because he ensures he’s got no baby mama drama. He’ll fuck a hoe in her ass, but they always want something in return. You – well, you a hoe of a different shade all the way around. Fucking little white boys be DAMN easy to control.” My hole clamped tight out of fear, yet it was no match for Teddy’s monster black dick and I cried out as he pushed into my hole. “Remember the rules. Relax that pussy – that’s it – take Daddy deep up in there and trust, you’ll be glad I went first.” I closed my eyes and was so focused on trying to relax my ass as Teddy’s big, raw dick took what he wanted that it was not until I heard the floor boards squeak extra loud right in front of me that I realized someone else was with us. I lifted my head and saw a black guy, younger than Teddy with rich caramel skin, dozens of tatts in shades of gray and black, a thick beefy chest, six pack abs, and that little V of taut muscles on his sides pointing to the mother load – his dick. And fuck what a dick! I thought Teddy was big but this man was longer and thicker and my legs trembled. My eyes continued to travel down his body and I was surprised to see big tatts on his thighs too. On the right was a headshot of Jesus with a crown of thorns, on the left a series of roses and children’s faces. He was wearing Timberland boots with no socks and was standing slightly forward on the balls of his feet like he was ready to pounce. My eyes traveled back up to his dick, which I now realized looked like it had a super tiny head, but the shaft made up for that in extra thickness with veins that popped like he was on steroids. I swallowed hard, closes my eyes again as Teddy angled his dick and focused on making it hurt. I opened my eyes and continued to look at our voyeur guest who was now leaning against a window casing, his hands resting on the sill and they too were covered in tatts. The first thing I noticed about his face was the three tear drop tatts under his right eye and another under the left. His face was framed by a close shaved beard that had geometric lines cut into each side and a goatee on his chin twisted into three little braids each tipped with a gold band. He then smiled at me, his teeth were all gold as well – a grill made to impress – and then he let out a long, low whistle, “Yo Pops, looks like you found some pretty white ass.” Then to me he said, “I hear Pops already got you doing some fancy tricks for his treats. Is that right? Show Carter what that pussy can do.” I closed my eyes and focused even harder on trying to relax my hole for Teddy and when I did he exclaimed, “DAMN RIGHT PUSSY – OPEN THAT SHIT UP – TIME TO GET FLOODED,” and then Teddy growled and moaned as he spit his long-awaited load up my cummy ass. Carter’s eyes looked down as a stream of fresh and old cum dripped out of my hole and went SPLAT on the wood floor as Teddy finished long dicking me. When he was done, Teddy slid his dick out of my wet ass, stepped back, and then left me alone with Carter. Carter sauntered behind me, his Timberlands smearing the cum from my ass that had run onto the floor into an artistic masterpiece as he walked into the other room, then came back, set another chair to the side with an ashtray on it, and took up a position behind me. My legs and back ached, my wrists hurt from the handcuffs, but I knew I was not done being used yet. I heard Carter flick a lighter, hit a smoke, then after he exhaled he said, “I got my own little ranch here, know how to handle my crops you feel me? A farmer’s gots to know what tools to use to gets the job done right. First, you need the right kind of field, perfect for dropping that seed.” He then slid two fingers up my ass, twisted and turned and dug into my gut walls with his nails. “MMMMM… yes, nice and fertile soil right there. Next, you to have a tractor till the soil, open it up, get it ready.” Carter yanked his fingers out, stepped back, and I felt another set of hands on me. These hands were much smaller, and the guy behind me pushed my ass down towards a semi squat, sending even more cum streaming out of my ass as my hole opened in anticipation. As the feel of cold steel pushed at my just-fucked hole, Carter said, “My shawty here, he’s my little tractor. He’s got that plow that will turn that soil up.” I arched my back and the chair shook as the little guy pushed his dick in me, the cold Prince Albert piercing in the head of his dick feeling way too thick and I grunted. I couldn’t help it and tried to pull away. Carter and the little guy laughed and Carter asked, “It hurts? It’s supposed to hurt. A tractor digs them deep furrows deep in that soil, tears it up, can’t get those seeds planted right otherwise.” I groaned and moaned as the pierced dick ripped at my guts and Carter continued, “MMMMM…..that’s right. Till that field, get it ready for plantin. Next a good farmer uses the right kinds of fertilizer – come on my man, you’s up.” The guy with the pierced dick pulled out and I groaned even more as my hole spasmed and more ass juice wet the floor. Someone else stood behind me now, I think it was one of the guys who met us at the door, and a raw dick almost as big as Teddy’s was being jacked right just at the edge of my hole. I was begging, pleading for the guy to fuck me as Carter kept on, “Lots of fertilizer is needed for a good planting,” and as he said that, the guy jacking at my hole spatted a big snot of cum on my winking pink hole, and then jammed it in deep and pulsed the rest inside of me and continued to pulse as he slowly withdrew. I was begging, whimpering, gasping for breath, needing to be fucked more. Carter now positioned himself right behind me, “Now time for some plantin. Field is plowed and fertile? Check. You only want to use the best seeds. Check. You gots to make sures your field is ready. Check. You got be a farmer that knows his shit – CHECK.” As Carter emphasized the last ‘Check’ he pushed his monstrous dick inside my torn hole, I arched my back, every muscle in my body went taught, sweat trickled down my face as my guts and throat clenched and the only sound I could make was a stifled cry. Carter moaned, “Yes, this farmer is on point and knows his shit.” I couldn’t argue with that as he slow dicked me on the inside and stroked my outside like I was a mare he was preparing to have studded. “Do you think I’m a powerful man?” asked Carter? Hell, with his T-Rex sized dick plumbing the depths of my intestines he was fucking God Almighty Himself to me right then. “You know there are different types of power? Sometimes power is all your own. Sometimes, you have power because it is needed by others. You’re needed by others. Remember that.” I just noticed Carter’s speech had changed as he went on talking, all the while stroking my hole with his raw dick, “Me, well I guess my power is all of the above. I have some of my own, but the rest…I went to college, have a masters degree even, but my big brother got shot, someone had to run the family business and take care of our people. Hell, I have more cousins, nieces, and shit than you can count.” I was not quite sure why he was telling me this as he fucked, struck me as odd, but I did not care as long as he stuffed me deep. Carter alternated his strokes, deep and hard and fast, to shallow and easy and slow. My hole was on fire in the best way possible and I wanted it deeper and harder and began to beg for him to slam fuck me. “Want that white pussy to gape? I can do that, but be careful what you wish for. Nothing better than seeing a pink pussy gape for me, one that stays wide open once I’m done, just wet and shiny and ready for more,” Carter growled. With that Carter slammed his dick as deep as possible, pulled all the way out and slammed me again. I cried, moaned, and begged for more as the chair rocked and Carter’s body drove full force into mine. “GAPE THAT PUSSY FOR ME, GAPE IT OPEN, THAT’S IT, SHOW ME THAT TUNNEL OF LOVE. WANT THIS CHOCOLATE NUTT? WANT THESE COCOA SEEDS DEEP IN THAT FIELD? HERE IT COMES…FUCK YEAH HERE IT COMES…TAKE MY SEED, TAKE MY COCOA SEED, TURNING THEM MILKY WALLS INTO A CHOCOLATE SHAKE!” Carter slammed me several times as hard as possible and then paused, his dick head bouncing and twitching inside me as I pushed back, wanting it all. I gasped as Carter then eased his sloppy dick out of my well-planted hole. Then he slapped my ass with it several times, adjusted his footing and stuffed it back in, busting my hole sideways. My body spasmed as an orgasm wracked me inside out, but I did not cum. Carter liked that, and did it again, pulling all the way out then jamming it back through my hole. “FUCK YEAH – YOU’RE GAPING FOR ME, FUCKING GAPING.” A few more punch fucks in my hole and Carter buried himself to the hilt again as load number two of his cocoa seed was planted in my field. My ass felt so open, and odd, when Carter finally pulled out. He walked around to the front of the chair, I opened my mouth and began licking at his coated dick as Carter said, “Yes, I think we ought to keep you.” Carter walked out of the room and I shook my head, sweat flying out of my eyes as I tried to catch my breath and focus as I was consumed with the need for Carter to fuck me some more. Teddy came back in a minute later, drove three fingers up my gaping hole, worked them around, then unlocked the handcuffs, rubbed my wrists and laughed as he looked at the expression on my face. “Fuck bitch. You look delirious. Good shit?” I could only nod and mumble, “I want some more dick.” Teddy shook his head, picked up my pants, handed me my baggy and said, “Let me check little man. Our business here may be done.” I anxiously snorted as much as I could stand and was practically bouncing off the walls in need. Holy fuck that’s what I needed. Dick like that, taking me hard and deep and raw. Teddy came back a minute later, took my chin in his hand, looked into my eyes and said, “You sure about this? You don’t have to. Our business is done and you were fucking great. Our deal is made, but….if you trying to be a real whore, that can happen. You ever been gang fucked?” I just shook my head and opened my baggy again – and waited. A few minutes later Teddy came back followed by two other black guys. They set their guns down on the second chair as Teddy pulled his shorts down, sat in the chair I had been cuffed to, and guided me around so that I could back up on his dick. I closed my eyes in pure bliss as Teddy’s raw dick easily slid in and filled me up and he started to bounce me up and down. The two guys in front of me opened their pants and each one had nice, big dicks and I was in pig heaven. I slobbed on one, then the other, and when I thought the first one was primed leaned up off Teddy’s dick making it go PLOP against his stomach. Teddy swore and tried to grab my hips but I had already turned and backed up on the dick I thought would explode first. These dudes were verbal as hell, the swearing and racial shit talk flowed, I was called fag, slut, pussy, and white whore and I did not care as all my focus was on taking dick. Another load was shot up my ass and before he finished I pulled off, turned and backed up on the other guy. He turned me as he bang fucked me so I could deep throat Teddy’s dick and took the second guy’s load too. I yanked off his dick, leaving it bouncing and wet in mid-air, and backed up on Teddy, “Holy Christ you slut! You just trying to get pregnant aren’t you? Reach out and grab that wall, I plan to climb so fucking deep inside you you’ll think you’re a Halloween costume.” By the time Teddy shot, he was out of breath, yet I was revved and ready for more and tried to keep riding his dick, but he pushed me off. When I turned to look for more, Carter was standing by the door, arms crossed, with a smile on his face. “Oh yeah, you’ll do just fine. Come on. I got other shit to do today.” I huffed in frustration and got a slap upside the head from Teddy with a look telling me to be quiet. What sort of gang fuck was that? Two guys? OK, well I guess it was like three, then two, then Teddy again, but still. I got dressed, walked over to Carter who handed me a Circle-K drink cup- one of those huge, plastic, blue and white Polar Pop cups you buy for soda from the store just up on Interstate 30. It felt empty and opened the lid and peered in then looked at Carter and asked, “Why the empty cup?” Carter just turned, stepped outside, Teddy pushed me from behind and we made our way to the driveway and a cobalt blue four-door car that was parked there, engine running, and guarded by the two bug guys with guns who had met us at the door. Carter got in the front, I climbed in the back along with Teddy and one of the guys with guns, we backed out, and slowly drove away from the house. Carter turned his head and said to me, “This cup is your ticket, your pass through my hood. You’ll pick up a backpack each morning either at the house here or one on the other side of the freeway. We’re going to do a slow roll back to the fair grounds, make a few stops along the way, my men will mark you and by carrying the cup, everyone will know you’re running for me and my drugs will be safe. That does not mean you will be safe. My boys like to get freaky, especially those ones that smoke crack.” Carter lit a joint, as did Teddy and the driver, before Carter continued, “You know the difference between a BBC and a white man’s dick? A white dick will fuck your ass, a BBC will fuck your STOMACH!” At this he, Teddy, and the two guys with guns all busted out laughing – yeah yeah I got it, truly, cause I had a hell of a stomach ache right then. By that time we were at the next corner, still driving slow as shit. The car stopped, a couple guys pealed away from the building, walked over, Carter did a little speech about who I was and my job, they eyed me with a business nod, and we moved on. At the next corner, the scene repeated, except this time Carter ordered me out. I looked at Teddy who nodded, I climbed out, two of the guys then grabbed my arms and shuffled me down the side street a little, around the back of the house and by the time they got me between a car up on cinder blocks and some trash cans, their dicks were hanging out of their sagging pants. I didn’t say a word as I dropped mine and bent over, my hands flat against the house without a care if anyone could see us. Not a word was said as one then the other slammed their black dicks up in me, raw skin against raw skin, fucked me quick and dirty, blew their loads, then escorted me back to the car. I smiled at Teddy, who smiled back and shook his head as the car did a slow roll to the next outpost of thug gang bangers. A few snorts and my baggy was about dry, but when I climbed back in from the next dick down, Carter reached back and handed me a baggy so full it was ready to spill out. He turned his head, smiled, and said, “You better hit some of that before you lose it and keep that white pussy open, we ain’t done yet.” The first few gangbangers who nutted in me had been a quick in and out and not verbal at all and not rough beyond forcing their dick up my ass as quick as they could, which was not hard to do at all as gaping as I was. At the third stop that changed and I think Carter knew there may be trouble as he had the guy from his house who was in back with Teddy and I go with me as this super rough looking dude practically dragged me down the sidewalk on my knees. We had passed the freeway and were at a corner with a few closed up businesses. The corner guy was not that much taller than me but he seemed super strong. He threw me hard against the wall and while I struggled to pull my pants down and get ready he roughly pulled me back, I fell hard, he lifted my legs, and jammed his dick in me. The rocks and dirt under my back hurt and he was gripping my arms so hard I though he would break a bone, but his dick was real long and felt great, so I just groaned and took it like a good sissy. He seemed ready to bust when he roughly grabbed my head, turned it to the side, and bit down hard on my left ear. I yelped pretty loud and tried to push him off, but he just bit harder and fucked faster. Suddenly his weight was off me and his dick ripped out of my ass as the guy from the car said, “Shit man, what the fuck? You know the boss won’t go for you damaging the merch. Pull your cracked up ass together and finish up.” The guy who had been fucking me snarled a little, his glassy eyes looked at me, he put my legs back up, slammed back up my hole, and as he shot his load he took several long licks and cleaned my ear of the blood from his bite. When we got back to the car I was rubbing my ear and Teddy asked if I was alright, I just nodded, snorted, and all was good with the BBC world again. A few more stops, a couple more fucks, and my asshole was throbbing and leaking and was a raging ache through the haze of drugs. I was barely conscious when we pulled back up to the gate at the fair grounds and could not make out a word that Carter said to the two guards who had waved us out earlier. I was then only dimly aware when things got dark and Teddy was shaking me. “Here,” he said, “Snort some more. Almost done for the day but that pussy of yours still has some work to do.” I took the straw, almost gagged from the burn and drip in my throat, and achingly climbed out of the car behind everyone else, realizing we were in some sort of tunnel or building. Carter stood in front of me, “You’ve passed the test so far. One more bit of business, and we’ll be done for the day.” Teddy took me by the arm and escorted back down the way the car had come. We stepped through a small gap in a chain link gate, turned right, and he immediately knocked on a metal door. The door opened, and an unseen hand welcomed us into his dark den. The room was totally dark except for the slivers of light coming through the cracks between the door and the wall. Teddy grabbed me by both shoulders and said, “I need you to hear me now. Every morning after you do the pick up, you bring the backpack here, to this room. We are moving a lot of shit and it’s far more than your Pa can handle, but he does not need to know that. He’ll get his. But you bring it all here, understand? Tomorrow morning I will come to your RV and do the run with you, after that, you need to remember the way and are on your own. We’re in the Cotton Bowl Stadium now, and you will only be let in at this door. Our man here will take the delivery then you do your thing, understand?” I didn’t really as I was so fucking high, but mumbled yes, and was temporarily blinded as the light from the door cast away the shadows, then was once again enveloped in darkness. The sound of heavy breathing and the hairs on my arms standing on end alerted me that the unknown man hiding in the dark was close to me now. Two hands that felt twice as big as Teddy’s reached out and grabbed me and pulled me against a body that felt rough, hot, and solid as a brick shit house. I turned to flee but stopped when a deep, calm voice said, “Love me.” I turned back around, reached out, and found one of his trembling hands. I didn’t know what he looked like, and did not care. I wanted more dick. I unbuttoned my pants, and backed up against him and bounced my ass up and down in wordless invitation. My dark room suitor said again, “Love me,” so I finished stripping, then tried to find the button on his pants. After a little frustrated effort I did, slid his pants down and reached out to stroke his shaft and almost fainted from the size of it. He was bigger than Carter for sure, thick, long, and the entire end was slimy and wet like a snail’s belly. I moaned, turned, and with my right hand grabbed his semi hard dick, let is slide down the crack of my ass, pulled it back to the top and as it slid down again stopped it outside my hole. “Love me,” I said. The horse dick in my hand throbbed, grew, and as it got harder I bent over and nestled it tighter at my hole, hoping to get it through my ring before he was rigid as a schooner mast. I barely made it and cried out like a virgin on her wedding night as he dick split my ass ring and entered me. I had been fucked like a whore, was full of so much black cum, and was high as shit and it still hurt. He pulled out and said in a voice laden with pain and hurt, “Sorry. Sorry.” I shook my head, reached back, grabbed his aching meat and reassured him, “It’s OK. Please don’t stop. I want this. I want you. Love me.” His dick jumped, leaked, and this time as I bent forward there was no stopping him. As he crammed my ass full to its depths, he covered my mouth with one hand so my cries of pain and ecstasy would not alert anyone who happened to walk by. I had thought the other guys had been big, or rough, yet they were nothing compared to him and relished every second of being impaled on his raw dick – embracing the sissy cunt, pussy, and drug mule that I was. When I felt he was getting close I pushed back and said, “Please, lay on me, love me like that. Fuck me as hard and deep as you can.” I was soon on the concrete floor, the weight of a giant on my back as my hole was stretched, ripped, and strummed like the taught strings of a guitar for his pleasure. Yet even with the rough fuck, there was still a tenderness, sweetness, kindness about the man in the dark and I tried to love him as I could. The first load came quickly after that, but the second took a long time and for that one, he flipped me onto my back with my knees pressed back to my shoulders, then on my side, so his dick snaked its way deeper and deeper inside me. Once he came again, he moaned, touched my cheek with a gentle finger, eased off me, and with a quiet shuffling left the room through a back door. It took me several minutes to feel like I could stand, but I did, found my clothes, and groped my way to the splinters of light coming through the wall, marking the door I had entered. I opened the door, stepped into the Texas air, closed the door, and leaned against it, unsure if my legs would carry me. Immediately an arm was wrapped around my shoulder holding me up. I looked, and there was Teddy and his smiling face, “I figured you may have bit off more than you could chew.” I had to laugh. “Come on, let’s get you back to your RV. I think you need a rest.” I shook my head no, “Please. Will you take me to your shed? Let me snort a few lines, then bend me over. I want to feel you slam me as hard as you can.” Teddy shook his head, “Maybe tomorrow. You need to rest, and I do too.” With that, Teddy slowly walked me back to the RV and I did not even notice when my ass burped a little and a stream of cum and juice ran down the back of my leg. Once at the RV, Teddy brushed Brett aside as he helped me to the back, went to the kitchen, brought me some water, made sure I drank it all, then said, “Take a nap, then do what you go to do. Remember. I will be here early tomorrow for the run, so be ready. Surprisingly I only needed a quick cat nap and was back up and servicing carney dick in a couple hours. Brett had been fascinated by my gaping ass and after watching in wonder as I pushed a Niagara Falls’ worth amount of black cum out of my twitching hole, he spit-slicked his dick up and topped my guts off with his own load. I could not wait for tomorrow and my second day as a sissy-cunt-pussy-drug-mule for Carter and his men – especially the man in the dark. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 14: BBC Roulette **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

K, it has been more than three months since the last update, not even a "hey, I'm getting it up soon, but RL is doing it's things"... I'm hoping that he is still alive...

Part 3 I parked just down the street from my dealers brick apartment building in a sketchy neighborhood and followed my son as we walked to the front door. A telltale wet spot showed in the ass of his skinny jeans as my cum continued to leak out of his pussy. I smiled to myself thinking how much more he'd be getting soon. We climbed the stairs to the third floor and down a dark hallway that smelled of stale piss. I could hear a couple arguing in Spanish, followed by what sounded like a beating. We just continued to apt 3G and I knocked on the door. In a minute the door opened and a huge black man answered, his frame filling the entire entrance. He just looked my son up and down, licking his lips, and moved aside letting us enter. I pushed my new whore over to the couch and told him to sit, going into the bedroom. Sitting on a chair next to a small table sat my dude, Andre, weighing out bags of crank. "Sup man?" he asked. "Got my new whore out there waiting," I replied. "We still good for the deal?" "Fuck yea man." He grinned at me. "Haven't had fresh white boy in a while." He handed me two eight balls and I stuffed them in my jeans. He stood and we went to the other room. Looking at my son sitting there he said "Damn! You sure he's 18? Looks like he's 15!" "Swear to God! He's 18 today. He's ready for his "gifts". He's a little spun already, but I want him fucked up and fucked hard!" My Son looked up with fear in his eyes as I said this. "What's your name boy?" He asked. "Cory." he replied meekly. "Cory, rhymes with whorey," Andre laughed. "Which is what your Daddy says you are now." "Yes Sir." he replied. "All right Whorey, lets get started." Andre turned up the stereo while his gigantic body guard grabbed my son off the couch and carried him into the bedroom, throwing him down on the dirty, stained matress on the floor. They each placed ski masks over their faces as I grabbed my camera and started filming. Andres bodyguard, Jamal, held my son down while Andre tied off his arm, swabbed him, and stuck the point in, quickly injecting him with a .5 slam. Releasing the band, Cory threw his head back and started coughing. Before he had even finished, they had ripped his clothes off him and had his legs over Andre's shoulders with his hard cock lined up at his hole. Andre's cock was about 10 inches with a fat P.A. on the end. Spitting on his cock, he rammed it into my sons pussy, ripping him open even more. Cory wailed at the pain while Andre buried himself all the way in. "Oh fuck that's some tight, wet, white boy pussy!" Andre yelled. "Oh fuck were going to wreck you bitch!" Tears streamed out of Cory's eyes as Jamal held him in a headlock and Andre pummeled his hole. "Fuck yea! Look at that red oozing out. Were gonna rape you good you little whore! Gonna make you beg for more! Fuck yea! You're gonna beg for us to breed you with our toxic cum!" That was my sons birthday present, to get fuckin knocked up. I wanted my whore to take any cock he was sold to without question. I knew these two would get the job done. Andre just kept up the hard fuck on my son and Cory eventually stopped crying. Soon he was moaning and begging for more. Andre gave him all he had while Cory's eyes rolled back in his head and gibberish spewed from his mouth. After 20 minutes Andre was ready to flood the cunt with his dirty seed. "Tell me you want it whore!" He demanded. Tell me you want me to breed you. You want my dirty poz load!" "Please," Cory begged. "Please give it to me! Please!" He gasped. "Give me your poz cum!" That sent Andre over the edge and he filled my son with his dirty load, pumping him so full it seeped out and down his balls. He pulled out and they quickly flipped him over on his stomach. Without missing a beat, Jamal got on top of my son and lined his even larger cock up to Cory's hole. That fucker had to be at least 12 inches, and also had a large P.A. "Tell me what I want to hear bitch!" Jamal bellowed. "Fuck me!" was all he had to say. Jamal rammed his monster right into my sons hole, not pausing, not caring about the further tearing of Cory's cunt. He buried himself to the hilt as Andre held a bottle of poppers under Cory's nose. Cory took several large hits, then just went kind of limp. Jamal pulled all the way out, then slammed himself back in balls deep. Grabbing Cory's black hair he yanked the boys head back as he raped his hole. Andre shoved his cum and blood covered cock down Cory's throat and fucked the boys throat, choking him. Cory just flailed and bucked as the two big, black cocks took control of his body, using it for their pleasure alone, not caring of any discomfort they were causing. After at least 30 minutes of non stop spit roasting, Jamal buried himself deep in my son and filled his brutalized guts with his load of toxic cum. Pulling out, Andre shoved his cock in Cory's cunt and pumped a third load into my son. When he pulled out I got a close up of Cory's wrecked hole, stretched open and puffy, his rosebud oozing pink cum. The men cleaned themselves off in his mouth and everyone just kind of collapsed. "Happy birthday son." I whispered in Cory's ear. "Welcome to your new life."

My favorite part of barebacking is sliding my cock inside and feeling that skin-on-skin. I love watching my partner's face as I explode my sperm shot deep inside. Actually, what part don't I like?

I like to rim a top if it is him showing his dominance over me. Its hot when he makes me do it. I don't like to initiate it because some tops don't want their hole touched at all and I like that kind of top the most. It has been said before in this thread that rimming often leads to tops becoming bottoms and I do not want to "convert" any top to bottom. But I do notice that married men will become loyal fuck buddies if they get a good rim job each time because most wives won't give them that.

Just joined breedingzone right now. Its 7 pm. Friday July 17, 2015. This will be my first story. I hope you guys enjoy and please give me feed back would love to improve, I have many stories to tell. A little about myself before I start the story, I'll be using an alias, my name is joe. I have been having sex since I was about 14. I am 23 now. I'm about 5'7", 120#, 7" uncut bottom/verse. I am clean get tested every 3 months. Few tattoos. Glasses. Bareback is my favorite. Now on to the story. I was getting off work early today about 10 o clock. I had borrowed my sister's car to get to work since I don't have my own. I was very horny since I haven't been fucked in about a month. While working I was on grindr seeing if any one was up for an early morning fuck. A lot of people talking but no one with actions. Starting talking to a few guys who seem legit. One was a black guy with a 8" dick. He told me "he didn't send pics." so my response was "if your dick isn't 8" I'll walk out." it may sound rude but who's gonna trust someone who doesn't send pictures. He simply said "ok". I told him I get off at 10 hit him up when I get off. In the mean time I hit up a regular fuck bud, we will call him D. He's always down. Texted him "I get off at 10, I need that big dick." he texted back. "Come over, I'll be alone." I get off at 10 call my regular up told him "I'm on my way". Hung up the phone and headed over. I walk into his apartment. He's Puerto Rican 34, 6, 150#, 8" Cut. And he's in a black tank top in some shorts, his bulge is hanging out. We're good friends, chit chat, catch up a little. We are on his couch. He ask me "You wanna hit the pipe." (Tina) I told him "I shouldn't as I couldn't stay long and I had to drive back home." He said "ok that's cool, you probably shouldn't." I said to him "I'll take those poppers tho." He handed me them and I started to sniff them as I undress staying in my undies as he hits the pipe. We already know each other so well. He sets the pipe next to him in arms reach. I get on the laid out towel on all fours. He starts to eat my out through my underwear slowly munching on my hole. He loves it and so do I. I hit the poppers and then hand them to him And at this point I'm so high off poppers I ask for Tina and take 2 bigs rips then me and him shotgun the third hit of Tina. As he hits the poppers again, I slip my underwear down my legs and he looks down and grins. Goes back down and starts to munch on my hole again. He shoves his tongue deep I just moan and hit the poppers again. I am in heaven, he knows exactly what he's doing and I just can't get enough. At this point im naked in my socks and he's naked with his socks and shoes on. (Both a turn on for us) He stands up and spits on my hole! I know exactly what's coming next. I can feel the head of his dick touch my tight hole. As he slowly pushes his 8" cock into my hole I take a big hit of poppers. He is half way in, he likes to take it slow at first so there's not much pain. When he gets all the way in he grabs the pipe and he takes a big ass rip and shotguns it in my mouth. Omfg that sure did it for us. He starts to fuck me hard and good. And he start to tell me "how much he has missed my hole" and I'm moaning in pleasure as he slides in and out. We turns me on my back and he fucks me in missionary, my favorite cause now we get to make out. We both love dirty talk, he loves to call me his own personal cumslut and calling me his bitch and I'm his property. We fuck probably for another 25 30 mins. Moving from missionary to me riding him on the floor to us standing up me bent over his couch. At this point we are both sweating. Is sweat drip all over me and that just turns me on more. his whole place smells like meth, sweat, cum, ass juices. We both smell fucking great. He's getting close to cumming, I can tell because his pace picks up and his dick is hard as fuck deep inside me. He slows down and ask me "you want my load inside you?" I say "yes I want you to breed me" that's all he needs to hear. He go back to fucking my as deeper and hard. I'm moaning in ecstasy, I grab the poppers and I take one last big rip before he starts to grunts and moan. The moan "I'm about to cum, here it cums baby" I feel his dick swell up and I feel his dick twitch and squirt about 5 ropes of cum into my hole. I moan in pleasure as I push my ass into his cock. We both collapse and both breathing heavy. He tells me "that was fucking great "! We both start to clean up and get dressed. I tell him I have to go and he says "ok text me later. I say "ok" and head out his door. I spark a cigarette and get in the car. Hop on grindr to see if the other guy was still waiting. Thankfully he was. Told him "sorry had to do something real quick, want me to go over?" he replies "of course." He sends me the address and he's 10 mins away. I take the drive from my fuck buds place with his load inside me. I get to this apartment place and park. I message him "what room numbe.?" He replies "77" Im walking to his apartment place, look around for his apartment. Took me a few minutes cause it was my first time there. Found his place and knocked. No answer. I wait a few. Knock again. No answer. I'm about to walk away as my phone has died and I couldnt message him. As I knock one last time before I walk away, I hear him say "hold up" in a very many voice. So I wait. I hear the door unlock and he opens the door. There stands this black guy about 6', 175#, a little belly. I walk in and we say our hello's. He's got music playing loud in one back room. We walk to the back room with the music, which was his. Stripped down to our undies and he picked me up tossed me on my bed. He ask me "can I play with your feet, it gets me hard fast." I say "of course. I lay on my stomach on his bed just in my undies and sock. He starts at my feet smells them and rubs them. He slowly takes my socks off and rubs my feet, lick them a little and smell them. I then feel him put his cock on my feet it was huge! He rubs is cock in between my feet and I'm in love. He lays on top of me with his dick in my crack. He rubbing his hard 8" cock. Against my body and ass. He tells me "get on your back" I turn over with legs in the air as he's grabbing the lube. He lubes up my hole and then lubes his cock. He grabs my ankle gets in between me and he slowly enters his cock. His dick was big and now I was in heaven again. He ask me with his cock balls deep in my ass "can I go deep?" and I say "Yes" with that he begins to go as deep as he can hitting the back of my prostate. Pumping his dick in and out of my hole. It is a little painful for me but I took it and I enjoyed it. My moans getting loader as he is going deeper and hard. My eyes rolling in the back of my head, he grunt and groans and he yells "I'm gonna cum inside you." and pushes his cock deeper then before and I can feel his big dick squirting his cum inside me. I felt about 8 ropes of semen and I was a happy boy. He stays inside me and ask "you gonna cum" I say "I'm high off meth I probably won't but I can try" with that said he starts pumping my hole slowly as I jerk my dick. I can never get hard when I'm high off Tina. But I tried since he wants me to. As he's pumping me hole He tells me "I'm gonna nut again" I say "please" and as soon as I say that I feel him swell up again and blow his load in my hole. Another 5 ropes of semen. I'm still trying to get hard and cum. I'm jerking off still as he gets soft and slips out my ass. But as he slips out in goes his fingers. And he fingers me and tells me "I want you to nut". he's finger my ass so good while I'm jerking it and I'm actually getting hard. Slowly but I'm getting hard. He's noticing and he starts to finger my prostate hard and faster. He knows exactly where the spot is cause with in no times. I was fully hard and I told "fuck your gonna make me cum " and my cock swelled and I blew my load all over my chest and abs. Omfg I was moaning and panting and sweating so much. This is the first time I ever came on Tina. I could barely even move. He got up from the bed and gets dress. I stand up both my legs are wobbling and I can barely stand. I get dressed with 3 loads in my ass. I ask "if he'd be down for more session" he said "fuck yeah" and I gave him my number and out the door. I wobble to my car and get in. I can feel the cum wetting my underwear. I'm so turned on and still high but time to go home. I spark another cigarette and head home. With a smile on my face loads in my hole. I'm one happy cumslut.

I'd be into this ~ certainly Toronto should be big enough to have its own BB group

Currently on a flight and trying not to beat off under the blanket.., fucking hot story

As a bottom, I enjoy the moment that a top changes from fucking for fun to fucking for cum, especially the guys who start there and go all out without giving a fuck whether I am even enjoying it or not (Hint, I am). As a top, it's similar, but from my side, it's that moment when I've tuned him out almost completely, he's no longer a person, he has no voice, no thoughts, no feelings, when he has blurred out, only my cock and his ass remain, and it's a simple matter of exploring it's depths until I lose control and flood his hole.

Night of Sauna Conquest: Part 7 Ten loads in and still more to go with ten that haven’t had played in my soaked cum dump of depository. Plus any that wanted to repeat with another load. My mind fixed on the cameraman. His cock dangling near my mouth I leaned out of the sling to suck his hard six inches. The uncut cock skin, tight over the thickening bulbous head. As I sucked on the cock I could taste the piss dried out on his skin and a foul cheese taste coming from under the foreskin. As the taste sensitised my mouth and my soul abandonment was to satisfy the camera was now filming me sucking from above. As the clip started filming of me sucking this cock. I could hear very faint sounds been said “Yeah take that cock.” My focus and all occupied thought moved to the sounds of me slurping on this cock. A taste flooded my mouth an acrid stream of piss. And as I gulped and drank the fluids and the piss flowed. “Damn you are a pig. You're getting a few other STDs tonight as well” came from the cameraman as the last drops of piss came from the cock. My drink came to an end. My cameraman was now pulling his cock hard cock from my mouth. The cameraman moved to my exposed hole with the phone recording, saying "Damn that’s a great hole.” My hole puckered out and a drop of cum ran from my ass lips. While my hole was still puckered the cameraman guided his cock in. One thrust forward and I started to swing in the sling. Back and forward I slammed. The cock ground through my ass lips each time I came off and then came back on to the hard cock. Soon the cameraman grunted “Fuck, I'm not going to be able to keep this up.” As my thoughts came together I said “Fuck breed this pig’s neg hole, send my hole to hell." With that I felt an urgent thrust from my cameraman. My inner ass muscles clapped down. “Fuck, what muscle control, damn hope you're ready, pig,” remarked the cameraman. As he pulled his cock out of my hole to jerk the load onto my opening hole. “Fuck” he cried and soon I felt the warmth of his load on my ass lips which were still puckered out. My rosebud showed as his sticky toxic load found my gaping cunt. With a thrust forward he jammed his cock right in my hole. Clamping down as he entered I felt a forward thrust into my gut where it held. The toxic seeds soon warm feeling shot through my hole. “Fuck,” I exclaimed as the cock soon slid from my very slick hole. “Amazing” came the cameraman’s words as he filmed my rosebud spilling seed out of my hole. Again he thrust in with his cock. “That’s one dirty whole pig” he remarked as he withdrew again from from my hole again, adding “Think it needs some toxic piss in there to." Soon I felt the warmness of piss cover my ass and wetting the leather jock I was in. His cock now aimed at my hole and my ass trying to take the stream of piss. The rosebud getting drops he shoved his cock in again. Stream of warmth flooded my hole as he came to a shuddering end. “That’s it. Fuck” and with that he pulled out from my hole abruptly. My hole clasped keeping the fluids inside. With that the recording stopped and the cameraman handed me the phone. As he got to the door he called out to others waiting “He’s got one hell of a hole. Anyone want to stretch his gut and work that seed into him?” With that the cameraman looked back at me and then departed. My gut was very pleased: a group of men walked through the door, and I was eager to take care of them.

im a verbal top that gets fucking nasty from sleazy scenario brainwashing to racial to taboo--i love it and my subs seem 2 also...not that i give a shyt... j/k

Greetings once again, readers. Sorry about the delay, but inspiration can't be rushed lol. Btw, the previous part needs some adjustments, which I'll get to in a short while. For those waiting for this story to get erotic, the wait is over. Again, this is a work of fiction from my very eccentric and vivid imagination. Some may like it, some may not.Anywho, let's get back to it... The Hunt: Part III- The Hunt Begins Marcus, the Hunted Their instructions given, the two men flanking 'Green Eyes' fixed their dark gazes on me and began to cross the streets and weave through the crowds, making a beeline in my direction. My body reacted, speed walking in the opposite direction, trying to put as much space between us as possible. 'What does this psycho freak want?' I asked myself. My first thought was he was an overzealous Witchhunter, direct descendants of Hunters who lived during and participated in the Burning Times of the Salem Witch Trials, seeking to kill me. But that couldn't be. Whoever he was, he was using some form of magick in all this. Specifically, he had shielded his thoughts and emotions when I tried to read him, the time lapse at the library, his eyes, and the dampening of my powers - it was magick without a doubt, something that I knew for a fact (learned from spying on small groups of these Hunters throughout the city) was forbidden to them to use. No matter if they used it for the group's benefit, if a Hunter was caught using anything remotely related to magick or witchcraft, they were killed on the spot in cold blood by the entire group. Glancing back periodically through the crowds, I saw that his men were still in pursuit, even pushing innocent people out of the way to get through. 'Fuck, this is bad. Come on, Marcus think!' I mentally said to myself, trying to figure a way to lose them. With my powers depleted, I couldn't get an accurate read on them. Clothed in tight-fitting black, these guys looked like bouncers at a seedy bar. Thick arms and legs, husky builds, dark and piercing eyes, they were both shaved completely bald, and each man bore an intricate tattoo over one eye. I couldn't make them out at this distance, but wasn't about to head their way for a closer look. I had to create a distraction to slow them down somehow. Then something occurred to me. While I couldn't use my active abilities at the moment, I was still a witch. There could be a chance that I could still defend myself. I focused on the spells, both offensive and defensive, I had learned and crafted in my studies over the years, picking out a few from the corners of my mind, hoping that my spell-casting wasn't affected. Another glance revealed that there was still plenty of space between me and my pursuers. I focused on a row of about eight to ten windows of the buildings behind me which they were about to pass, the distance between us filled with dozens of oblivious but easily frightened people. Slipping into a light trance to access the magicks deep within as well as the energy all around us (invisible to the human eye), I intoned with determination and faith: "Specularibus integi debebunt, iubeo disice." (English: Panes of glass, I bid you shatter.) My spells have always been more effective when spoken in Latin. Sure enough, as instructed, the glass of all ten windows cracked and shattered above the heads of the unsuspecting crowd. No one was seriously harmed, but they all freaked, running like lunatics in the direction of the men after me, stalling their progress in getting to me. I breathed a sigh of relief, encouraged by this stroke of fortune that my basic magick skills were still accessible. While the men worked slowly through the panicked crowd, I took full advantage, and directing my will and focus, I turned left at the next corner, fortunately finding the street void of people, entered into my trance state and spoke in a strong but whispered tone: "In metu, ad adiuvandum me fugit. Pulchritudo pallio et ego invocabo se a malo accedere." (English: In my time of fear,help me to disappear. Glamour and cloak I now invoke to hide from evil drawing near.) Slowly the air around me began to ripple and shimmer, wrapping around me like a blanket, shading my body out of the visible spectrum. Once cloaked, I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, weaving through any oncoming people in my path, my presence completely unnoticed by them as I hauled ass toward home. After what seemed like an eternity, my lungs began to burn and my feet screamed for rest. I gradually slowed my sprint to a jog, I looked back to see if my tails kept up. Seeing no one, I came to a stop under the shade of an oak tree to catch my breath, the cloaking spell slowly wearing off. While most humans would drop from exhaustion at this point, my training in the Craft helped shorten my body's recovery time. Finally able to draw a steady breath, I took in my current location. I was so caught up in escape that I didn't have a clue where I was, but one look around ended that confusion: I was back at the park. The same one I had received the incoherent vision. A feeling of unease went through me at the memory of it. But I had to get home quickly, and I couldn't turn back now. I looked up at the oak tree before me. Remembering that the Oak Tree is a source of strength and power, I put my hand on its trunk and spoke in respect: "Potentia quercum Confirma me in tempore necessitatis." (English: Power of the mighty Oak, give me strength in my time of need.) The energy of the Oak, from its leaves, bark and roots began to course through my hand and throughout my body, clearing away some of the fog still clouding my head and imbuing my form with energy and strength. Recharged, I quickly made my way into the empty park, lit now only by the light of the waxing Moon above. I kept my ears open and my eyes peeled, watching every flash of movement that crossed my sight. Nothing so far except the rustling of trees branches in the wind. I turned around, still in motion, to check my path into the park to see if I was followed. No sign of them. Just the dark shadows-which gave me pause as the sense of de ja vu dawned on me. The vision! I was chased by these strangers, just like in my vision. As I pondered this, clouds overhead covered the bright light of the moon and veiled the park in darkness - just as I saw in my vision. I turned back - and froze in an instant. Standing between me and the path to the other side was Green Eyes, flanked by his two servants. Before I had the time to react or speak, he came at me-in a blur of unnatural speed-his hands grabbing my arms and holding me tight. His eyes quickly brightened in the darkness, holding my gaze. They became brighter and brighter, projecting a dazzling light that rivaled the light of the Sun and Moon combined, which I realized was the same blinding green light from the second part of my vision. It was the last thing I saw before everything went black.... The next thing I knew I was alone in a dimly lit room on a damp mattress. Still dazed and groggy, I stumbled to my feet, and was suddenly visited by a sharp, burning pain in my arm. I brought it close to the light, and found that I had been branded. The center of it was circular and unscarred, and rimmed with an intricate Celtic knot design that also incorporated various occult symbols, some of which I recognized had the ability to negate magick of all kinds. To test my suspicion, I stared at the mattress I woke up on. l focused my gaze upon it and tried to move it mentally. Still no luck. I tried an old levitation spell from my younger days to lift it off the ground. Not a budge. Great, I thought. Now ALL my powers are completely blocked. What's next? I looked around. No windows, no other furniture aside from the mattress. Just a large, metallic door you'd normally find in a penitentiary which I quickly found to be locked. I turned around and sank to the floor. I didn't have it in me to cry or even scream. Nothing to do now but wait. If they wanted me dead, they would've done it already. They've kept me alive for something. But what? Jarek (Green Eyes), the Hunter "A job well done. You brought back your quarry much sooner than the others." The deep, resonating voice echoing in the great Hall was that of my employer, simply known as Nephelim. He never showed his face at these meetings. As far as I know, no one even knows what he looks like. Even my enchanted eyes, powerful as they are, could not pierce through his conjured glamours and see his true form: an enigma that continued to puzzle me. From the shadows emerged one of his slaves, a young man, early twenties, brown hair, smooth body, dull blue eyes, wearing nothing but a leather collar, harness and jock, a silver tray in his hands that presented a thick envelope. My payment. I accepted it, even though my desired payment will come soon enough. "Patience. You will have the Witch in good time. On the night of the Hunter's Moon." "Thank you, Nephelim," I replied, bowing my head low, adding "I look forward to it." Then I stole a glance at his young slave, who's head was correctly bowed lower than mine. I saw a a young man in total submission, and I felt an insatiable sense of lust. Of course, the sensation pales in comparison to personally breaking the spirit of one who puts up a fight or attempts to flee, such I expected the Witch would when the time came. The mere thought of what was to come made my cock thicken even further. "Until then, perhaps you'd like to amuse yourself with the young one before you?" The young man straightened his stance as I came over and more closely inspected him, noting that he shivered uncontrollably as I ran my hands over his smooth body, cupping his round ass in one hand and gently flicking one of his hard nipples with the other. Nephelim's voice echoed "Do with him as you wish, and send him back when you're finished," when from the shadows rang out the sound of Nephelim's finger snapping. His Head Servant, mid thirties, brown hair, brown eyes and finely trimmed beard, clad in a butler's attire, appeared swiftly and bowed low, and received Nephelim's command "Dagon, show my guest to his room." "Yes, Nephelim," he replied as he presented to me a leather leash which I clipped to the metal hoop in the boy's collar, and giving it a firm tug, I followed Dagon up the grand staircase and through the halls to my reserved bedchambers. Dagon opened the doors, revealing an elegant suite with a gigantic bed with silken sheets and a glass door leading out to the balcony overlooking the grounds of Nephelim's estate- the site of the coming events. "All of your things have been put away and your previous requests have been fulfilled as you asked. If you require anything further, I'm merely a bell ring away. Enjoy yourself, sir," he said hospitably, and with a low bow, he strode away, no doubt off to complete his duties and prepare for the other arrivals. Closing the door, I pulled the leashed slave close to me, raising his lowered head until his eyes met mine. Just as my quarry had done, his eyes widened in awe at the glow of my eyes. "Until I am fully sated, your mouth and ass belong to me. It's that understood?" I asked in a voice that allowed for only one reply. "Yes, sir," my slave replied, a tremble of fear and excitement rippling through him. "Good boy," I told him with a light tap to his cheek. With that I lead him over to the bed, securing the leash to the bed post. His willful obedience made me even harder, my hard cock aching to be released. I stripped off my black tee, flexing my pecs and arms, making a show off it as my slave looked on, some of his fear replaced with carnal lust. "Kneel, " I ordered. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of me, arms at his sides. I walked up to him, grabbed him by the back of collar and pushed his face into my crotch. He immediately began to lick and mouth the outline of my stiff cock, pausing briefly at times to marvel at the size and girth of my member. I did notice a flicker of worry when his eyes met my belt buckle, which bore a red biohazard symbol I had had cast into the metal. "Yes, it does mean what you think it means," pulling his short hair back roughly, his doe-like eyes met mine as I answered the thoughts crossing his mind, "You're gonna worship my big, thick POZ cock - with both your holes." "Yes, sir," he replied. "Good little cock whore," I responded. I sat back on the bed in front of him, pointing to my boots and pants. "Take them off." He immediately began unbuckling my boots, removing them and my socks and setting them aside. Then he unhooked my buckle, his hands trembling as he did. He then undid the buttons of my pants and pulled them off swiftly. Not held back by underwear, my veiny, eleven-inch cock sprang out, already dripping with precum and throbbing as I flexed the muscles, making it bob up and down. "Lick up that precum, boy! "I barked. Tongue out, he began lapping up the droplets, sticking the tip into my piss slit and kissing the head gently. "Suck my cock, boy!" I told him, grabbing the back of his head and shoving it into his open mouth. He struggled to fit all of me down his throat, gagging as the head hit his reflex. His head still in my hand, I began to slow fuck his little mouth, pulling out then shoving it back in as he sucked my monster cock, making it harder and harder. After about 20 minutes, I began to crave the boy's round ass, which I could view from above as he worshipped my cock. I pushed it deep inside, making him gag and choke, slathered two fingers with saliva, reached down between his cheeks and snaked them into his hole and began to massage the softness within, which actually caused his throat to widen and swallow more of my meat. I thrust in and out, soft and rough. He made attempts to stifle his moans but couldn't. The sensations were too much for him to keep quiet and submissive. I pulled my two fingers from him, a muffled whimper escaping his mouth as he continued to suck. They were warm and wet, with the faintest hint of blood. The fragrance of that trace amount was so enticing I had to restrain every fiber of my being from being overtaken by it. I lifted him off me and gave him a brief moment to catch his breath. His mind was reeling, and body tingling. He was mine to bend. To fuck. To seed. "On the bed, ass up," I said grabbing his arm and lightly flinging him on the bed. "Yes, sir, " I heard him say as he got on his hands and knees doggie style, arching his back and displaying his smooth ass for my pleasure, his tiny pink hole winking in anticipation. "You want my cock, don't you boy?" I taunted him as I rubbed my cock up and down his smooth crack. "Oh god yes, sir," he gasped, his inner slut starting to awaken. "You want this hard, poz cock inside that tight hole?" He briefly froze. I slapped my rod against his smooth hole, causing his body to tremble and his mind to seemingly go blank. "Yes, sir! Please sir! Give me that raw, poz cock! Own my hole, sir. " I began to surrender to my primal side, precum leaking out of my throbbing rod. Spreading his cheeks wide, I bent down and shoved my tongue deep into his winking hole, driving him wild with pleasure and ecstasy while lubing his hole with spit. Shivers rippled through his body as he stuck his ass out further, his hole beginning to loosen, allowing my tongue to go even deeper. "Oh please, more sir! It's all yours sir! Please fuck my tight hole!" If only he knew what he was really in for, I thought to myself. I was handling him with only a small fraction of my true strength and moving at a normal person's speed. Time to take things up a notch. With lightning speed, I lifted him back up on his knees, and spitting on my cock and his hole, I aimed it right at his opening. I began to move my cock's muscles so fast it was literally vibrating with speed, allowing me to further loosen his hole as I thrust it inside him with little effort. I did this all so quickly he didn't even realize that I had my entire cock inside him until my full swinging balls hit his own, after which he let out a deep guttural groan. I unhooked the leash from his collar, held him tight to me, and began to piston my fuck stick at a fast-than-normal speed, inciting more lustful howls from the young slave. One hand pulled his head back gently to meet my gaze. My other pinched his sensitive nipples as I began altering my rhythm of fucking from lightning-fast pumps to slow, deliberate strokes, pulling completely out and then slamming back inside. His eyes rolled back in his head, lost in sexual bliss. I began to slow down again, flexing and pulsing my thickness deep inside him. His body shivered again. He had never been fucked like this, I realized. Never to the point that he felt all-consuming pleasure. It made no difference to me, but I found it extremely - fascinating. I yanked my cock out roughly, making him scream, flipped him over on his back as if he were a pillow, which took his breath away. Before he could speak, I thrust my vibrating rod back into his stretched hole balls-deep. His eyes opened wide, his mind lost in passion. For one brief moment, which went by at a snail's pace for me, I could see his soul freed of its physical and fragile shell, shining radiantly. "You're gonna take my load, boy." No response, he was gone mentally. No matter. I resumed the speed fucking to bring him back, howls erupting from him in waves. My balls drew up in their sack. I couldn't hold it anymore. "TAKE MY POZ LOAD!!!! A final deep thrust, and I let out a feral roar as I pumped my load into him. Volley after volley of my cum poured into him as I flexed all 11 inches in his battered, now bleeding hole. The smell of it drove me wild. My fangs grew from their hiding place within my mouth, the blood singing like a Siren to me. I zeroed in on the carotid artery in his neck, exposed with his head turned to the side. Holding him down with barely any strength at all, I bit down on my hidden spring, taking in life-force held within the liquid crimson. His body tensed and shook, but he merely gasped at a high pitch. I felt his erect cock spasm as he came without ever laying a finger on his cock, while his sloppy hole tightened in its own orgasm, milking my throbbing cock for more of my hot cream, which was now slowly seeping into the scrapes and tears deep inside him. Becoming part of him. While normally content with draining a human dry, I showed restraint for this poor soul. Only taking a minute amount of his blood to tide my hunger over, I withdrew from him completely. My fangs from his neck, which receded back to how they were, and my cock from his hole. He lay there dumbfounded, puncture marks in his neck dripping blood, his hole oozing with cum and ass juices. I walked over to the dresser and picked up the pack of smokes I requested of Dagon when I'd first arrived the previous night and lit one. The exhausted slave sat up, finally awaken out of his daze. "I would like to be alone now. Leave," I said to him. "Yes, sir," he said wearily, hurrying as quickly as he could to leave. Before he reached the door, I was there in front of him in a flash, causing him to jump. "I expect you back here at midnight so I can open you and fill you up again, understood?" "Yes, sir," he answered and quickly hurried out, gently closing the door behind him. I walked out on the balcony where the breeze caressing my skin and the warmth of the slave's blood still coursed through my veins. As I looked out at the moonlit grounds and Nephelim's labyrinth garden, my cock began to harden once again. Five hundred years on this Earth, and I had yet to master the art of patience. Still, the time drew ever nearer. The time that marked the end of my wandering through the ages and through space. I just had to play by this 'being' Nephelim's little game, and then salvation shall be mine. I could hear it from here, pumping through the body and heart of an exceptional Witch. I look forward to the Hunt and the challenge he would bring. Told you there'd be some heavy action. There is a lot that doesn't make sense now, but this is just the beginning... Next time on The Hunt: Will Marcus escape his imprisonment and regain his abilities? What is being planned for him and these 'new arrivals'? What is it about Marcus that draws Jarek (Green Eyes) so intensely to him? Who is this mysterious man, (or being), known only as Nephelim? Coming soon: Part IV: The Hunter's Gathering

Part 2 I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, 6 foot tall, and was not surprised I received a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward where I had earned a reputation as a potential target. I had fooled about with one of the AIDS patients, although I don't think he had told the other patients the sordid details. At most, the other patients guessed something had gone on, but precisely what was not common knowledge. I needed a fag, and to go out to the smoking hut. Because it was summer time, I slipped into a pair of flip flops as we weren't allowed to wear our hospital shoes outdoors, but, as usual, I was dressed in scrubs. Arriving at the smoking hut, I saw one of the patients from the AIDS ward, named 'Andy'. He was in his mid-thirties, bald, skinny, and in the advanced stages of AIDS. In addition, I knew he kinky, and was a nasty exhibitionist slut. "Hey Joe. Looking sexy, as usual, with your cute feet showing like that. I approve," Andy said as I lit-up a cigarette. "Hi, Andy, and thanks," I replied, in the process slipping off my flip flops off and flexing my toes. I love my feet and being barefoot made me horny. "So, how are you, Andy?" I asked, flexing my knee and holding my bare toes as I smoked my cigarette. "I'm good. Thanks. Did you have fun with John the other night?" he asked. As I debated my reply, he took a last drag on his cigarette, extinguished it, and stood-up. Dressed in tracksuit trousers, slippers and a hospital gown top, his bulging cock was visible in his baggy, grey trackies. "He shouldn't have told you, I could get in trouble," I replied, as I massaged my toes. "He just said you had some fun. I aint gonna say anything, don't worry" Andy commented as he took a step so he was standing directly in front of me. "Besides," he continued as he took hold of my bare foot and rubbed it gently with his big, muscular hands, "you're young, body full of hormones, and your nuts are full of cum, huh?" With that he pulled my foot into his crotch and rubbed his hard-on against it. I did my best to curl my toes around his shaft. "Your cock feels massive, Andy. Promise not to tell anyone about John? Or this?" I asked, rubbing his boner through his trousers with my bare foot, gripping his shaft with my sweaty toes. "I promise," he replied, grinding his crotch against my foot. With some pride, I noticed a wet spot of precum appearing through his trousers. "I'd better stop or you're gonna have a tell tale stain," I observed, removing my toes from his cock, and returning my bare foot to the concrete flooring. The concrete was quite cold, but that didn't stop me from slipping off my other flip flop, and standing barefoot in front of Andy. "Will you tell me what you did?" he asked, reaching over and squeezing my cock through my scrubs. "I can't. I could get in so much trouble," I replied. Andy continued to rub my erection through the thin fabric, but after a few seconds he paused, and poked his head out the door, checking to see if the coast was clear. 'I'll do anything. Come on, please. I can see you're turned-on by talking about it" Andy plead. With that he knelt down and, lifting my left foot up to his face, he brushed the dirt off my sole and, one-by-one, sucked my toes. "Oh god, Andy, that feels nice," I responded, trying to grip his tongue with my toes as he licked all around the underside of my sweaty digits. "You're a foot loving boy, aint ya? If you won't tell me what John did, will you show me?" as he moved from licking my bare sole to sucking my big toe. "Fuck, oh god. I can't here," I answered, pointing my toes and poking them into his mouth. "You sure?" And with that Andy took all five of my toes between his lips and sucked about half of my foot into his mouth, deep-throating my foot, and tongue-fucking my toe gaps, coating my toes in saliva. He had earned my respect. "Fuck it, ok, stand-up and drop your trousers," I said, removing my foot from his mouth. My toes were covered in his spit. Andy stood-up, again glanced-out the door to make certain no one was near. Then he slipped-off his slippers, dropped his tracksuit trousers down to his ankles, stepped out of his trousers, and tossed them on the bench. Standing in front of me, his hospital gown came down to his knees, so his genitals were covered, but his fat erection made a huge tent in his gown front, and the back was only loosely tied so his bum and bare back were visible through the crack. "Have you got a condom?" I asked, pulling my cock out my scrubs and giving myself a few wanks. "Nope. Did you and John use a condom?" he asked as I wanked myself. Andy then reached over and took hold of my erection, repeating his question "Did John use a condom?" "No, no he didn't," I finally answered. "Then you don't need one now," as he commented as he continued to wank me off. "Ah, fuck. Turn around," I ordered. Without a pause, Andy turned around, showing me his half-tied hospital gown. His skinny bum cheeks and muscular back showed through a gap in the gown. I slid my hand up his inner thigh, and along his ass crack. It was wet and slimy. Andy smirked, commenting "Oh yeah, I took a load from my boyfriend load earlier this morning," all the while standing nonchalantly at the entrance of the smoking hut, smoking a cigarette, playing look-out as I played with his bum cheeks. "Is your boyfriend HIV positive?' I asked, pulling his bum cheeks apart and looking at his cum-coated, poz fuck hole. "Yeah, he gave the bug to me,' Andy answered, and then cajoled me saying "come on Joe, show me what John did to your little neg ass." At the same time Andy bent at the waist, arched his back, and backed his cum-oozing hole nearer to my cock. "It sounds like you already know," I remarked, having made my decision. I rubbed my helmet in the cum oozing out of his hole, getting my mushroom head coated in brown tinged poz cum. Then I slid my helmet slowly into his poz man cunt, feeling the hot cum ooze out round my coronal ridge as I held my helmet in him. "Oh, yeah, fuck me neg boy. Put your student cum up me," Andy moaned as I buried my cock slowly into his guts until my balls hit his arse cheeks. I held my cock inside him, slid my hands up his back, un-knotting the ties on his hospital gown, and, opening the back of his garment, I slid my hands round him to feel his bare chest. "How far can you see if someone is coming?" I asked, pushing the hospital gown completely off his shoulders, letting it fall to his waist where it hung on his erection. "About 50 feet. Plenty far for a quick naked fuck" Andy replied, as he pushed the hospital gown off his cock, standing completely naked impaled on my bare cock in the door of the smoking hut. "Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this," I whispered to myself, my cock balls-deep up Andy's ass. I pulled my scrubs top over my head, dropped my trousers and boxers to my ankles, awkwardly kicking my bunched-up trousers and underwear off my bare feet, all the while trying valiantly to keep my cock buried in Andy's guts. Eventually, however, I too was completely naked. "Fuck yeah, fuck me nude boy," Andy moaned as I worked my cock in and out of his sloppy ass, his boyfriend's poz cum making his ass slurp every time I slid out. "You're so sloppy," I quietly remarked, sliding my cock out completely on every stroke so I could watch the second hand cum drool off my helmet before plunging back into his guts. "I could get in so much trouble if someone sees us," I said, standing on my bare tip toes to get more purchase to fuck his cum leaking man cunt. "Don't worry, damn it, I'll give a shout if anyone comes! Don't want you getting in trouble! Relax and enjoy yourself," Andy advised as he encouraged me to fuck his poz ass. "Fuck getting in trouble," I said, horniness getting the better of me. I pulled out, and before Andy could question me, I instructed him "Lay down here, on our clothing," as I kicked our discarded clothing into a pile with my foot. Andy obliged, laying on his back on the mound of clothing, as I knelt between his legs. "We won't be able to see if some one comes,' Andy observed as I lifted his feet up onto my shoulders, my helmet at the entrance of his hole. "Are you okay with getting caught?" Andy nodded his approval, so I continued "Shit a bit of cum out onto my knob." Andy immediately strained his sphincter muscles, pushing a glob of cum out onto my cock head. It was farty lump of frothy white cum that, once shat out onto the tip of my cock, smeared along my shaft as I slid into Andy's bowels. "Fuck yeah, but I thought you were worried," Andy continued, as he reached-up and pulled my face to his, pressing his lips against mine. "Honestly, I'm too fuckin' horny to care," I responded, slowly starting to fuck Andy, sliding my cock in and out of his diseased guts as we started to snog. "Close your eyes. Fuck it. If someone walks past, just fuck me and snog me with your eyes closed until you cum," Andy suggested. And with that we both closed our eyes, Andy on his back, his feet over my shoulders, bent double as I rutted on top of him, grinding my raw cock deep into his intestines as we snogged, oblivious to where we were or how risky it was. We fucked for several minutes, my cock slopping in and out of his cunt, and, pulling his left foot between our faces, and we snogged each other, his dirty toes in our mouths and occasionally up my nose, slobbering each other's face (and his foot) as we fucked in a contortionist's pose. After a few minutes, I pulled Andy's foot away and rammed my tongue down his throat, making him gag, fucking him for ages, but eventually we heard faint foot steps approaching, and I opened my eyes and tried to pull away. Andy, however, held my face to his, our lips pressed together, and commanded me to "Keep fucking me," licking my nose as I resumed fucking him. The footsteps meanwhile, were getting louder. "But Andy," I said as he sucked my nose and stuck his tongue up my nostrils, "there's someone coming." He held my face right up to his, my hips bucking into him as we listened to the approaching footsteps. "Just fuck me, deep, slow, fuck yeah, come on, fuck the person coming, let him see," he urged, snogging me hard as the shadow of two people appeared on the wall of the shelter. The newcomers were two young guys, probably in their late teens or early 20s, and with their first clear view of the shelter, I was about to blow my load. "Fucking queers," one of the guys said as the two of them walked past. My nuts were boiling with lust and pride, having just been seen by two youths, in a smoking shelter, fucking this guy, both of us completely naked. Just in case the guys couldn't tell precisely were I was in the process, I announced "I'm cumming," slamming my cock into Andy's guts, my balls jumping as I unloaded, simultaneously shoving my tongue into Andy's throat as I bred him. We moaned in pleasure into each face as I came deep in Andy's guts. I exaggerated our respective role by ramming hard into Andy as my cum flowed into his body, my balls emptying their load into his poz bowels. Suddenly one of the guys re-appeared in the doorway of the shelter again, just as I was bucking my hips into Andy, finishing-up in dumping my load deep inside him. Asking the obvious, he said "Are you cumming up him?", his iphone in hand, apparently filming the two of us in action. I continued, finishing-up in dumping my load into Andy as we both snogged, glancing at the guy but more or less ignoring him. After all, I was making bareback nasty with a very poz guy, breeding his dirty asshole. I lay on top of Andy, my cock up his ass, our bodies interlocked on the floor, our naked bodies heaving as the boy stopped filming. "Are you going to piss off so we can get dressed?" Andy said sternly to the boy. "Andy, don't be so horrible. He's just curious," I said, and then turning to the young guy I asked "You gonna stay until you've seen this, aint ya?" Just to entice him, I withdrew my cock from Andy's ass, and both it and I stood proudly in the full light of day for the inspection of the guy. As my cock was slick with anal juices, I grabbed my shaft and squeezed the last few drops of cum out my tip. The boy just stared at me as I stroked my softening erection, my cockhead shining in the sun. "How old are you mate?" I asked, helping Andy to his feet. Andy immediately stood behind me, pressing his cock into the crack of my ass as he hugged me, both of us standing naked in front of the boy. "I'm 19", the guy answered. Meanwhile Andy ran his hands up and down the front of my torso, making my cock throb as the on-looker watched, Andy also grinding his erection into my ass crack. "Thank god for that. What's your name, mate?" I asked. Andy finally stopping molesting my naked body. I reached for my scrub top, but Andy grabbed it from me, handing me his hospital gown. "Simon," the guy answered, as I looked puzzled at Andy, taking the gown from him. "I'm Andy, and this is Joe. He's a patient here. Put your gown on Joe," Andy said while slipping on my scrubs top and pulling on my scrubs trousers, handing me my boxers. Still mystified, I did as he ordered, pulling the hospital gown over my head, and pulling-up my boxers. Andy tied only the top tie of the hospital gown up on my back of me, squeezing my bum through my boxer shorts. "Why were you guys fucking here?" Simon asked. I looked him up and down. He was skinny, five foot nothing, wearing high top skater shoes, skinny knee length shorts and a tight white polo shirt, a 'Justin Bieber' hair cut, and a button nose. I remember thinking to myself 'Simon is as cute as hell - a very trendy young lad'. "Joe has been a patient here for ages, and we can't do it in the hospital, so we have to come out here," Andy lied to the boy. At that moment the boy's phoned beeped. "It's my mate. He's waiting for me at the youth club," Simon said, as he stepped out the doorway. "That's not fair," Andy retorted, stopping Simon in his tracks. "What isn't?" Simon asked. "We showed you ours. You've gotta show us yours. Here, look," Andy said, lifting my hospital gown up and getting my cock out my boxers, and then hauling his own cock out, holding both and stroking them gently. "I dunno..." Simon replied, looking round to see if anyone was near. "Go on. I can see you thinking about it," Andy urged, stroking both our cocks, one in each hand. "Fuck, hold on," Simon answered. Putting his phone in his pocket, he unzippd his flies, popped his button, and pulled his shorts wide open. He was wearing bright blue boxers. Then he then hooked his thumbs into his underwear waistband and paused, looking over his shoulders again to check if the coast was still clear. Apparently satisfied the coast was clear, he turned to face us, and then pulled the front of his boxers down, inviting us in saying "Here ya go," wagging his cock round. It was, at most, five inches, and matched his build as both he and it were fairly skinny. His foreskin covered most of his helmet, his japs eye nevertheless visible. His blond pubes, glinting in the sun, and neatly trimmed, completed the package. "Joe, I haven't a hand free. Pull his foreskin back for me. I want to see his helmet," Andy said wacking both of our cocks. I didn't need any further invitation. I reached over and took a hold of Simon's cock. He took a deep inhalation. "Don't worry, Simon. I'm just gonna skin it back for you mate. Okay?" Simon nodded, watching as I gripped his shaft and pulled back his foreskin. Simon sighed as I began to play with his cock, and I used every manual trick I knew, holding it, cupping it, stroking my thumb along the shaft, gently pulling his foreskin over his helmet again and then peeling it back slowly. His pleasure was evident as his piss slit smeared my palm with his precum. "You ever fucked anyone, mate?" Andy asked, as I let go of Simon's cock and watched as it jumped with ever heart beat. "Eermm.... No...." Simon replied. "Joe likes watching me get fucked by other guys," Andy said, letting go of our cocks and pushing his trousers down to his ankles. "Andy, you can't," I said, as Andy again took hold of my cock. "Maybe this will convince you," Andy replied. Turning his back to Simon, he bent over and slid my cock into his mouth, sucking hard on my helmet as he presented his ass to Simon, who just stood there, still holding his boxers down so his erection could hang out proudly, all of six inches from Andy's hole. "Simon, push your boxers down below your balls. That's it," I observed, as Andy sucked my cock. Simon did as I ordered, pushing his boxers down so his cock and balls hung out. His little nuts were pulled up tight under the base of his cock. I leaned over Andy as he in turn bent over between Simon and me, gagging as I shoved my cock deeper into his throat. At this point I was thoroughly horny, and certainly horny enough to carry through with this scene. I then pulled-out of Andy's mouth, and stood next to Simon, as I stroked my cock. "Simon, are you ok? You haven't said anything," I observed, as I reached over and moved Simon's hand to my erection. Andy was still bent over in front of the Simon, his ass no more than inches from the tip of Simon's innocent cock. "I'm ok. What do I do?" Simon asked, still holding my cock. "Inch forward, that's it," I instructed, as Simon put his helmet to Andy's cum-leaking hole. "I've got a condom in my wallet. Should I get it out?" Simon asked, adding "what's that stuff?" as he smeared his helmet in my sperm. "You don't need a condom. Andy's not a girl. He can't get pregnant, and that stuff is my cum. I wouldn't have fucked him bareback if it was dangerous would I?" I lied. "I guess. Should I just fuck him without a condom then, like they do in porn?" Simon asked, gently squeezing my cock onto which he was still holding. "It feels so much better without a condom, Simon. Never use one. Always get your little cock in there skin-to-skin," Andy recommended, reaching back and pulling his cheeks apart, presenting his poz cunt for the him to fuck raw. "Help him do me bareback, Joe. Please," Andy said. "Line it up with his hole, and now just push inside. That's it," I said as Simon's helmet slid easily into Andy's experienced hole. Simon's cock skin, of course, was being caressed by Andy's poz bowel lining, and in obvious pleasure, Simon grunted "Oh, wow", as he all but throttled my cock in the excitement of the moment: his erect cock was lodged in Andy's guts, and my cum and all sorts of other juices leaked out of Andy's ass, to lubricate Simon's entrance. In fact, Simon's pubes and nuts were completely matted in cum. "Good huh?" Andy moaned as he pulled his ass forward and then back, and back again, fucking himself onto Simon's erection. "Fuck!" Simon exclaimed, perhaps a little loudly, but certainly understandably, as he began to thrust his hips, slowly and gently, fucking Andy, all the while still holding my cock with his young fingers. "Glad you tried it?" I asked, sliding my hand onto his skinny bum, the top third of which was bare as his boxers were puled down a bit. My finger tips were exploring his ass crack, pushing his boxers shorts waistband down even further as I pushed Simon into an ever harder fucking motion. "Oh, I think I'm gonna..." Simon exclaimed, as he likewise dropped my cock, grabbed Andy's hips, and fucked Andy deeply and erratically, jerking into the poz guy. "Just let go - cum inside him. Good boy," I said, sliding my hand down the back of Simon's boxers and feeling his bum cheeks clench as he started to cum, his little hips hammering into Andy, unloading his cum into Andy's hole. "Oh, fuck, yeah, fuck, fuck.......' Simon grunted as he came, grinding his cock into Andy's guts. "Good boy," I praised him, letting Simon come down off his orgasm. I couldn't help myself, but found myself openly stroking his bum cheeks as he pulled out, cum dripping off his cock, which was still rock hard and pulsing. Andy stood up and started to pull my scrubs trousers on again, as I stared at Simon's pulsating, all the while playing with his hole. Panting quite hard, Simon gasped "Fuck me, that was cool," looking with obvious pride at his throbbing cock. I knelt down and sucked it into my mouth, sucking all the grime off it - until Simon pushed me off. "All clean," I said, standing-up and stroking Simon's cock one last time before he pulled his shorts and boxers up. "Fuck, well, I've gotta go," Simon announced. "Thanks, and nice meeting you mate,' Andy grinned. "Yeah, and thanks. See ya," Simon replied as he hurriedly left the shelter. "Young guys always run after they've cum," Andy observed. "You shouldn't have let him fuck you bareback, Andy," I said, gripping Andy's cock through his trousers. "Hey, at least I didn't breed him. I done as much to guys his age. "So tell me, Andy, why am I wearing your hospital gown?" I asked as Andy rubbed his fingertips on the skin of my bare back through the gaping gap in the back of it. I shuddered in pleasure as he slid his hand down into the back of my boxer shorts and grazed his finger over my hole. "So Simon didn't know you worked here. Plus, I thought I'd have easier access. If, that is, you've got a little longer?" he asked, turning me round to face him, our bare toes touching. "You're still horny? I guess you haven't cum yet. Sure. I'm not needed in theatre for an hour," I answered, adding "What did you have in mind?" Andy slipped on my flip flops on and picked up his slippers, suggesting "Let's go for a little walk, shall we?" as he squeezed my cock through my clothing. "I can't go barefoot and dressed like this," I retorted, as Andy stroked me to erection again. Then he took my hand by the wrist and slid it down the front of the scrub trousers he was wearing, getting me to hold his fat shaft. "You want this up you?" he asked, as I slowly stroked his cock. I nodded. "Come with me," he said, further instructing me to keep ahold his cock in his scrubs trousers, and as he held his tracksuit trousers and slippers in front of his crotch to hide where my arm entered under his waist band. With no more ado, he led me off towards the hospital, barefoot, in just boxers and a loosely tied gown, my cock throbbing....

Greetings, readers. Sorry about the delay. Tried posting this three times here already, but I lost all my work trying, so trying a different format. I know it may seem out of place in this forum, don't be dissuaded. Be patient, you deviants. The sex will be hot, intense and stimulating. Though I am an amateur at this, I think it'll excite some part of you readers, either in mind, body, or both. Anyway, let us pick up this tale where we left it... The Hunt-Part II: The Hunter The sound of cheerful whistling and water cascading against stone stirred me from my blissful trance, the tingling sensation of ecstasy still ebbing away from me, yet still could stand to go a few more rounds if presented the opportunity. As I slowly rose stretching from the bed, I reached back and caressed my swollen, well-fucked hole, feeling his hot, fresh load slowly ooze from me. Gently, I used my finger to push what had escaped back inside, where it belonged. As much as I would've loved to stay in bed all day, there's no rest for the wicked like me. Had to do some put off housework while Garrett was at work, as well as hit the city to look for work. Before that, however, one thought crossed my foggy mind: breakfast. While Garrett's serenade echoed through the hallways, I threw on a tank top and shorts, excluding underwear today. The heat wave we'd been having finally lowered to a bearable degree, which was a relief for us. We've been producing plenty between the two of us already. I made my way to the realm of sustenance aka the kitchen, wanting to give Garrett a good meal before his long day of work. Though time was short before he had to leave, when you're like me, you can take a short time to make something hearty for your true love, if you possess the knowledge and 'special' skills. In an instant, I felt the energies grow within me, raising power as I focused on my immediate desire and began my work. Channeling energy through every part of my body, my eyes and hands especially, I turned my gaze to the fridge. My thoughts brought to life, the door swung gently open. A beckoning gesture of my right hand brought out all the food I needed: eggs, bacon, butter, orange juice and a small container of strawberries, with another wave bringing the loaf of bread out of its box on top. While many others of my kind struggled regularly, or work endlessly in some form at the beginning level, I was a natural prodigy in wielding the ability of telekinesis, mastering and controlling it in a short time while I was still a mere student. pyro kinesis, or fire-starting I mastered soon afterwards, followed by a cornucopia of various others. Visualizing the element of fire in my mind's eye, I manifested a small rotating circle of fire hovering above the stove, increasing its temperature to the memorized degree, which I had learned through trial and error, would completely cook everything in less time than the regular slow way. Feeling the flame's warmth caressing my skin, and seeing the sun's golden rays shining through the drawn window blinds, I decided a cross-breeze was in order. As I moved a skillet, making it hover in the ring of fire by thought, while bringing out a plate and utensils with my right hand, a wave of the left unlocked the kitchen patio doors, making them open with a muted creak. In flowed the gentle summer breeze, which gently swayed the hanging chimes, creating beautiful music, almost in time with the bird song resounding through air. The sweet floral scents of lilac, rose, bleeding hearts, other various plants and herbs filled the room, adding elemental power to the space. Refocusing, I lifted three eggs, four slices of bacon and two slices of bread from the packaging, after which I waved them back to their proper places. With accurate precision and control, I split the eggs open, separating the shells from the edible goodness inside, then whirling and mixing them to liquid form to scramble, pouring it gently into the heated skillet with the bacon alongside, gently starting to sizzle and cook in the conjured flame. For the bread, I again thought of fire, focusing the power of heat through my left palm. I held this heat to the bread hovering in front of me, which slowly began to brown. Finishing that, I used my actual hand to spread a thin layer of butter across each piece with a knife, while my mind alone poured out two glasses of juice from the pitcher, which then floated back to its place in the fridge. The delicious aroma alerted me that the food was done - in record time. Bringing the raised power down, the circle of fire began to slowly dissipate, sputter, then vanish as quickly as it appeared. Everything looked and smelled great as I used my mind to plate it, slowly lifting the used dishes to the sink. Finally with a final thought and burst of power, all the open doors of the fridge, cupboards, and drawers closed gently in unison. I looked out on the beautiful day, a single thought crossing my mind: I love being a witch. "As do I, my love," Garrett's voice echoed inwardly in my mind and heart. I smiled and turned to face my partner, my handsome Adonis, who had witnessed the end of my magick display. Tall, clean cut, thick chest, strong and loving arms, dressed sharp for work with a pressed suit and shined up shoes. His deep brown eyes sparkled at day, speaking volumes without saying a word. While not a witch, he was gifted since childhood with telepathic abilities, able to read the thoughts of others. My arcane knowledge, other psychic skills, as well as our love and sexual connection over time created a powerful psychic bond, which enabled us to speak mind to mind and feel each other's emotions, a trait that came in handy during sex. "Hope you're hungry," I spoke in thought. "In so many ways, " he responded. I didn't need any special ability to know what that meant. "But that will have to wait till tonight," speaking by mouth this time, sensing my growing lust at that last remark. "Any time, me ami," I smiled, strolling over to him, embracing him. His soft lips meet mine in a kiss that made my heart skip a few beats. Never in life had I ever had a love like his: a love that made me feel like everything was possible. While he ate, I took a warm shower and got ready for the day. Like a sitcom couple, we walked out our front door, kissed once more, saying 'I love you' before he drove off to work, waving goodbye from the wheel as he ventured off. (Yes I know. Getting cheesy with romance, but bare with me.) It didn't take long to finish the remaining housework, which I did by hand this time. While I loved using magick, it doesn't replace hard work. Not to mention that we lived in close range to normal 'humans'. While I'm not certain what would happen if discovered in this age, but if history was any indication, secrecy was the safest option. After some stretching, aerobics and meditation, I freshened up, dressed in decent clothes, deciding to get some resumes and applications in while I still had daylight. Leaving a note for Gary and food for my feline companion Bastet, I locked up and set off on foot, basking in the gentle sun. Nearing the downtown area, I cut through a neighboring park to see the bright blooms and green leaves of the trees dotting the spacious, largely unpopulated park. Beautiful and inviting as it was, it carried a long standing reputation of strange disappearances-mostly young or middle aged men, missing even to this day. Most dismiss it as propaganda, gossip and rumors to scare off the degenerates, gang bangers, and various other hooligans from the surrounding areas. In my single days, I'd had many steamy adventures in the secluded parts of it, at all different hours of the day. Hence, these rumors didn't phase me much, but I still keep a vigilant eye for any possible threat. Although a pacifist by nature, I was by no means a pushover. Feet away from the city streets, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the presence of strong emotion, followed by random flashes of images flooding my mind's eye. I dropped to my knees, trying to ground myself in the Earth below. The first vision had me running away from some dark shadowed being slowly gaining speed. The next was nothing but darkness, broken shortly after by a radiant green light. After that, I was stumbling through a dimly lit corridor of locked rooms, the sounds and signs of several men growling, grunting, swearing, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, unbridled scream of pain and forced pleasure. Overlapping visions of bodies, violence, sex, repeating over and over in whirling colors, ended by a sudden silence, save for a man's voice and four chilling words: 'I'll catch you soon, witch." Suddenly I was back in the park, the images and sounds echoing in my head. As disoriented as I was, my senses detected a nearby presence. Unknown to me, but far from human. Raising protective shields, I cast my senses out, searching for the source. As if aware that I was using my powers, the presence disappeared completely. I clutched my pentacle amulet hanging around my neck, invoking its protective qualities to boost my shields. Not wanting to linger any longer, I hurried out of the park through the downtown entrance. Until I could figure out what the hell just happened, I decided to take the bus back home after I was done. I realized a few moments later that, despite how disturbed I was by this phenomenon, I was also hot, bothered and nearly rock hard. Shrugging it off, I readjusted my cock and continued on. After about an hour or so of completing and returning work applications, I stopped by the library to print out more resumes. Upon refilling my stock of them, I started to pack up, eager to get home before Garrett got off work. Then again it came. The same presence I felt after my vision. In my search for its source among the crowd of patrons, I accidently bumped into someone. I whirled around, staring at the chest of the tall man who seemed to come out of nowhere. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you..." my voice trailing off upon seeing the man's face. Taller than me by almost a foot, short dark brown hair accented his fair yet muscular face, a 5 o'clock stubble around soft lips that spoke in a smooth, deep voice: "No harm, no foul, brother. " It was the eyes that really caught my attention. At first I thought he was wearing contacts, but was close enough to see they weren't. A bright shade of emerald green, brighter than any I'd ever seen. I then realized he would likely be uncomfortable by my prolonged gaze, but then I realized he was giving me the body scan himself, a smirk on his face. An awkward silence continued, others passing by as if we weren't there. I took a few quick glances at the rest of him while we stood there. Dressed all in black, right down to the biker boots, the clothes were obviously big name designers that accentuated his muscled chest, vein-riddled arms and thick legs. Adjusting his shirt as we stood there revealed a shiny belt buckle, a crimson red biohazard symbol, his eyes flashing as he showed it off. I smirked in my mind, thinking he likely thought I was some dumb twink looking for cheap thrills. Well, I may be partially insane, but I'm not brain damaged. I knew its symbolism, as does anyone who chooses to wear it. But enough was enough. This was a weird day that needed to end. With a nod, I said good bye, turning from him towards the door. His parting words, however, chased any fuzzy feelings from my mind, replacing them with a frigid chill that ran down my spine: " I'll catch you soon, witch." The exact same words from earlier that had been echoing in my head since then. I turned to confront him, only to find he vanished. No trace of him anywhere in the lobby. 'That's it', I thought, 'I'm getting the hell home'. I rushed out of the library into the crowded street, finding that it was much darker than it should've been. One of the towers read 9:10, which made no sense. What time did I get to the library? How had I lost that much time? I calmed my questioning intuition and set off for the bus stop I needed to get back. Mere seconds after reaching the next block, my head exploded with searing pain, which nearly floored me. Fortunately the pain quickly subsided, although it left my head intact but my with a mental cloudiness that would not recede. Then I realized what had happened: some of my mind-based gifts had been blocked. I sent a call to Garrett, but there was no reply. I tested my telepathy, again only finding silence. Now, beginning to freak out, I turned back towards the direction of the library, only to find the black clad stranger staring directly at me with those green eyes, eyes which, even from a distance, I was positive were now glowing brighter. Out of the shadows and the crowds, two hooded men flanked him on each side, facing my way. 'Run, Marcus', a faint whisper of Garrett slipped into my mind, slowly fading but firm in the message: run.... Next time on The Hunt: what do this green eyed stranger and his phantom lackeys want from Marcus? Was he a witch-hunter perhaps, bent on Marcus' destruction? Was it a sick game of cat-and-mouse for this man's own dark and twisted sexual pleasures? Or something other plot entirely, orchestrated by an even more sinister hand? Coming soon: Part III - The Hunt Begins

I have had two men in my past who were over 11". I have one of them on video. You can tell at one point I almost panicked and thought I couldn't take it, but I took it like a champ and he fucked the hell out me and pumped a huge Jamaican load up my hole. The second was a hot dentist. It was the biggest dick i've ever seen. Not only did I take it, I called another hung fuck bud with 9" over and they double fucked me. I really just wanted someone to come see this cock. I didn't think anyone would believe it. Oddly enough, he wanted more than anything to fist me. Knowing he was a doctor, and one of the hottest men I've ever been with, I wanted to give him that. It took ten months but I did get there and having him inside me that way was incredible. And I felt extremely accomplished. Odd that he always wore a condom to fuck me but fisted me bare handed. The same hands that fill teeth all day, lol. Open wide has an entirely knew meaning for me. We had a three some with a hot Columbian who he and I both knew, and he taught him to fist using me. Those are the only two times I've let that happen. But I look forward to having another man make me hot enough to want, and to take it again. After all, a fist is pretty much the same feeling as a really huge dick. Just gotta get past those damn knuckles. Thankfully dicks don't have them!

I’m a born cocksucker and maybe I don’t often admit that, but on my knees in front of two older men in white masks, my hand gripping their cocks, and alternating my mouth from one to the other, I was definitely enjoying myself. The reality that it was part of potentially taking home some part of a thousand dollar prize in an evening loosely based on black-jack – if black-jack also came with masked older men willing to fuck you as part of the game – had definitely made me nervous at first. One of the men moaned while I swallowed him down to his balls. He was a stocky smooth white guy who, I’d thought, reminded me of Mister Clean – complete with the single hoop earring. I tightened my lips around the last inches of his shaft for a moment, then let his dick slowly slide free from my mouth and turned my attention to the other man, who was taller, black, and had the build of a power-lifter and the arms to match. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to swallow the entirety of this second dick – he had a wicked curve to his cock and the root of his dick was much fatter – but I wanted to try. I sucked him, and looked up at the two men while I did so. I was hoping to distract the black man if I could, because – “Okay,” the black man said, as if he was reading my mind. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep slurping me like that.” He pulled back, and as his thick curved cock slipped out of my mouth, I took in a couple of quick breaths. We were back in one of the rooms – door closed – and I’d half hoped to spare my ass and give it some time to recover from the paddling I’d received for going bust with my last “hand.” Blowing them both and making them come in the half-hour we had before the second round began could have done it, but the older black man had suggested he and Mr. Clean enjoy me together since Mr. Clean had wanted my mouth, and he wanted my ass and that would give them both more time if they didn’t mind each other’s company. “Okay,” the Mr. Clean-like daddy said, smiling down at where I kneeled. “On the bed.” He backed away, at the same time stepping out of the cloth pants I’d pulled down to access his dick. He sat on the bed and then scooted up to sit between the pillows, spreading his legs. His dick, hard and wet with my spit, stood up and ready for more attention, his cockhead peeking out from the foreskin. “Go on,” the black man said with a chuckle. I rose and sort of crawled onto the bed. The black man gave my ass a light swat with his hand as I passed him and I yelped – my ass was probably still bright red from the paddling underneath the tiny white briefs with the diamond design on them that made up my only clothes. His laugh was deep and as I put my face between the smooth daddy’s thighs and gave his balls a quick lick, I felt the bed tip behind me as the other man got onto the bed. I focused on licking and sucking at the uncut cock in front of me as I felt hands work to peel back the shorts that covered my freshly paddled ass. Lying back and enjoying my attention, the stocky daddy rested one hand on my head while I bobbed up and down on his dick, twirling my tongue around his cockhead and in and out of his foreskin. I truly love sucking cock, and even with my ass still burning and a tremble in my stomach over what it was going to feel like to have that curved black cock inside me, I was getting hard. Behind me, the black man’s hands were rubbing my reddened butt gently, though even that was setting off the heat on my skin. When he ran a finger up between my cheeks, my back arched and I shivered, which made Mr. Clean groan and push on my head a bit – obviously he’d liked the way I’d swallowed him when I’d reacted to the touch. “Boy’s ass is hot and ready,” the man said behind me, and I felt him let go while he stirred. When his fingers returned slick with cool lube, I nearly moaned with the temporary relief I felt when he ran them between my ass cheeks again, and the result was obviously pleasing for Mr. Clean, who put his other hand on the back of my head and started to thrust up a little with his thighs. There were more squirting sounds behind me, and then the unmistakeable feel of a dick pressing at my pucker. I groaned again, burying my face down to the bottom of Mr. Clean’s shaft, and held my breath as the black man gripped my waist with one hand, and guided his dick into me with the other. I felt every inch, and though he went slow, I was soon grunting and twisting between the two men, trying to find a position that didn’t feel like a cock was setting my ass on fire from the inside out. He wasn’t the thickest cock I’d ever taken, or the largest, but after being fucked already this evening – twice – and the battering my butt had taken with a paddle, the sensation was unbelievable. “Oh fuck yeah,” the black man’s voice was almost a rumble. “This boy’s ass is fucking hot velvet...” He pushed his last thick inch into me with a little jab, and the curve of his cock made my whole body arch between them. I swallowed Mr. Clean’s dick convulsively, breathing in little explosions through my nose while I tried to keep up with his thrusts, which were getting rougher and faster. His hands tightened in my hair. “Yeah, fuck him,” Mr. Clean said. Spit-roasted between the two dicks, it was all I could do to keep upright as the two men fucked me at both ends. My ass burned, but soon the heat wasn’t entirely unpleasurable – he wasn’t being rough on my hole, though he was definitely fucking me with the full length of his curved meat. Mr. Clean, on the other hand, was ramming his cock into my mouth with a vengeance, and I was pretty sure he was impressed I was keeping up. Like I said, I love to suck cock. It didn’t surprise me that he blew his load first – he grabbed my head and buried his dick in my mouth as his cock erupted. “Swallow it, fuck!” he growled, and I did, happy to oblige. After that, I licked and sucked at his shaft – he didn’t quite soften completely, and got every last drop while behind me the black man continued his slow deep rhythm on my hole. A few minutes more passed like this, and I was sucking on Mr. Clean’s balls and actively pushing back against the other man’s thrusts when he grabbed my waist in both hands, buried himself deep, and came with a long rumbling exhalation of “Yeah...” The flood of his cum in my ass made me realize he wasn’t wearing a rubber and that we hadn’t even discussed it. My head swam, my mouth still full of the taste of spunk and sweat. The black man pulled out of my ass and was upright and wiping his dick with a cloth before I even got off the bed. Mr. Clean nodded to the ensuite that accompanied this room. “Most of the boys take a shower between hands. You’ve probably got time,” he said. He reached up to the pouch on his arm, and pulled out his card. He handed it to me. Ace of hearts. Along with my four of clubs, that was either a five, or a fifteen. I turned and looked at the black man, feeling some of his cum leak out of my pucker, and winced at the feel of the blankets on my reddened ass. He pulled out his card and handed it to me. Five of clubs. I grinned. Twenty. “Thanks,” I said, unable to help myself. Mr. Clean laughed. “Believe me, boy. Our pleasure.” I got up to take as quick a shower as I could.

I reported my new card – and the total, twelve – to the dealer. “You are not in the lead,” he said, and I couldn’t help but offer up a bit of a smirk in return. “I’m not surprised.” He nodded, and said, “Continuing?” and I nodded back, then moved off to the side to get another glass of the bubbly water. My dick was still hard in my little diamond-marked briefs, and I noticed my hand was shaking as I took a sip. One thousand dollars. I took some deep breaths, drank some more water, and waited. The last two of the five other diamonds returned, and walked up to the dealer, one of them looking chagrined, the other pleased. Behind them, the two men in clubs spoke to each other, and then laughed. “And?” the host asked, a moment later, his voice loud across the room. I looked at him again, unable to help myself from noticing the dark hair across his wide chest, and the short athletic lace-ups that left nothing to the imagination definitely showed a full pouch in front. The man dressed as the dealer read from his little clipboard. “We have one player who have bust" and with that there was a rumble of laughter, snickering, and even a couple of cheers from among the men, and I saw the chagrined looking young diamond blush and look at the ground and bite his lip. Once the noise calmed down, the dealer continued, “and two more who are holding.” He looked at his clipboard again, being unnecessarily dramatic, I could tell, as my stomach tightened. “But no black-jacks.” I exhaled. Okay. There was me and one other diamond still here to play, and no one had broken twenty-one, which meant we all still had a chance to take home the pot. I only had twelve, but I also had a second hand. I tried not to consider how many men that meant I would be with before I finished that second hand, and finished the rest of my drink. The dealer gave the wheel a spin, but before it even stopped, he spoke again. “If the player who has bust and those who are holding will follow me,” he dealer said, “I will set you all up the waiting areas.” The three diamonds followed him – it struck me that the red-haired fellow who had held after his first card was already gone. There were only two of us diamonds remaining – me, and a tall and slim blond who was very handsome and didn’t seem to be remotely nervous. They left. The wheel clicked around slower and slower, then stopped on the hearts. “Okay,” the host said, in his deep voice. “Those of you in hearts who already were chosen by players in the first round, hang back.” This meant four of the men in the long cotton pants moved to stand beside the host. The host tapped the first heart on the shoulder – a short fire-plug of a man who was wide and bore some faded tattoos on his left arm, and he walked straight up to the blond, and leaned in to make his offer. The blond nodded once, and they didn’t even pause – they just left the room through the arch. I took a deep breath as the host tapped the next man and he approached me. He was fit and vascular – veins stood out on his forearms and I could tell he had strong legs given how tight the cotton pants were riding his thighs. As he got to my side, I realized he was probably older than he seemed – even behind his mask, I noticed the lines beside his eyes and the corner of his mouth. They weren’t obvious at first, but they were there – and there was a ghost of the presence of grey hair on his otherwise shaved head. He was a very well-preserved fifty-something, I figured. I held my breath as he leaned in to talk in my ear. “I like to eat a boy’s ass before I bugger it,” he said. “And after. And I like a boy to be very vocal about what I’m doing.” I swallowed. “You play safe?” I asked, also whispering. He regarded me, and the creases around his eyes deepened when he smiled. “I’ll add fifty to your pot if I don’t have to. You don’t need to worry about me,” he said, then added, moving closer to my ear until his breath tickled. “All you’re going to get from me is a well-buggered hole.” Fifty to my pot? I nodded. “Okay.” He led me through the arch. In our room, the older man closed the door – I felt a bit of relief at that, I had to admit, given how all the eyes of the remaining men had followed us through the arch. He crossed his veined arms over his chest, and smiled at me, asking “Does boy want to get naked for me?” Right. He liked boys who were verbal. “Yes, sir,” I said. “I want to be naked for you.” I pulled down my briefs, and my dick – it had never really completely softened – was once again on display. “Would you like me to turn around for you?” I asked, aiming for a shy and timid voice, which I hoped would be what he wanted. “Yes, I would,” he answered. I turned in a slow circle, maintaining my innocent pose and shy glance, and kept talking. “I hope you like me.” “I do, boy. I do.” “What would you like me to do now?” I asked. “I think you should come over here and help me get undressed, too.” I walked over to him, and my fingers shook a bit undoing the knot on his long cotton pants. When I pulled them down, I didn’t have to fake my chatter. “You have really strong legs,” I said, running my hands up and down his thick thighs. “And you’re... big.” He’d shaved his pubic hair and balls – again, I could see that the hair would be grey if he let it grow back from the ghost of stubble that remained – but the man had a large cock that was already mostly hard, and was already caught in a silver studded black leather cock ring. “Do you like big dicks?” he asked, his voice in a deeper, more intense tones. I nodded, then remembered he liked things verbal. “Yes. I like big dicks. And I like to suck dick a lot.” He made a little noise, and his fat dick shifted as he asked “Do you like having your ass eaten?” I bit my lip for just a second. “I do.” “You hesitated. Why?” The tone brooked no argument. It was obvious he assumed I’d answer, and honestly. “It makes me really horny,” I said, feeling my face heat up. It was true. Having someone eat my butt was pretty much the fastest way to get me going – maybe second to sucking dick, but sucking dick made me want to jerk off and get the guy off, so I could swallow it. Having a tongue inside me made me crazy for having a dick inside me. I looked again at the man’s fat cock, and swallowed. “Horny?” he asked, and again, his tone was clear: he wanted to hear more. “It makes me crazy for getting fucked,” I said. It came out in a rush, my voice trembling. Why was I admitting all this? One thousand dollars. “Get on the bed,” he said. “On your back.” I did as he ordered, feeling my stomach clench and unclench as I lay down. He got onto the bed, between my legs, and slid forward until his knees were pressing against my widely spread thighs. His hands were rough as he slid them under my legs, then he paused, and asked “You want me to eat your ass, boy?” “Yes, please,” I said, his even gaze making me extremely polite in some bizarre way. He raised one eyebrow, so I repeated my request “Please, eat my ass.” He lifted me, rocking me higher onto my back, and I reached out to grab the bed to keep myself from tipping to the right. He hoisted my legs high, and then leaned forward and took in a deep breath through his nose, barely an inch from my ass, now up near his face. I trembled. “You’ve been fucked already tonight, haven’t you, boy?” “Yes,” I said, shaking still. “What card did the guy who fucked you give you?” “Uh... Eight. Eight of clubs.” The man smiled. Once again, it struck me that behind his mask he could be fifty or more, but his fit, vascular body was definitely up to the task of holding my ass up in the air. Then thinking took a detour as he leaned forward and his tongue darted into my raised pucker. “Oh god!” I gasped, and then the noises I made after that were more or less just moans and groaning. He had a thick and hot tongue, and he knew how to bury it just right in my ass. His hands held my legs up, and the angle was perfect for him to slobber and lick and suck and even nibble at my pucker. I twisted, writhed, and continued to let out little whimpers and moans as my once-fucked ass was quite overwhelmed by the older man’s powerful tongue. He paused, and I lay there, panting for a second. “Speak up, boy,” he reminded me, and then he continued his tonguing. I could barely formulate complete thoughts, let alone words. What came out of my mouth was nearly a stream of consciousness. “Oh yes! Oh god, yes! I love that, oh that! You’re so good... oh my god I love it! Please! Oh god that feels good – that feels so fucking good! Please! Oh! Fuck!” I went on and on, barely registering what I was saying, looking up at the masked man’s face – his forehead visible above my balls and my cock – which was rock hard now and dripping onto my stomach from the awkward angle I was perched. His grip on my legs grew tighter as he buried his face deeper between my cheeks, and his tongue flicked maddeningly inside me, sometimes slurping, sometimes drilling. “Please! Please fuck me! Oh god oh god I need to be fucked! God, please!” I’d moved on from telling him how good it felt and was now begging him to fuck me. I wasn’t sure when I’d done so, but I realized I was asking for it over and over when he pulled away from my pucker with what was almost a sneer on his face. “Yeah, boy?” he asked. “You need to get fucked, do you? You want my fat dick, do you?” He leaned back down and licked hard at my pucker. “Yes!” I gasped. “Please! I need you to fuck me! I need your dick! Oh fuck god yes please!” He grunted, and with three large swipes of his tongue, he deposited a mouthful of saliva into my pucker. I could feel his spit leaking around my balls and onto my stomach, as well as down between my ass cheeks, and writhed as that tongue teased my hole once more. Then he shifted my legs lower and wider, letting my back drop enough that the next thing I felt between my parted ass cheeks was his hard fat cock. He pressed just the head of his dick against my opening, and leaned ahead until it pushed into me. I groaned, biting my lip, and he paused. “Tell me, boy,” he ordered, his voice sounding like gravel. “I.. Oh.. I like that,” I gasped. “It’s big... it hurts, but... oh! Yes, please!” “You want more?” he leaned forward just a little, and perhaps an inch of his cock moved inside me, his head slipping in, and my ass opening to take it with a welcome heat. “Oh! Fuck yes! More! I want your dick inside me!” I was begging again, and writhed to try and pull him into me, but his grip was firm on my legs. He leaned over, and slowly entered me – every inch was tease, every few moments he made me beg for more, and every time he did, I did so willingly. He might have had the fattest dick I’d ever had inside me, and with nothing but his ample saliva (and the leftover lube and spunk from the man before him) the friction was incredible. When I felt him pressing skin-to-skin, and knew that entire dick was inside me, I gasped, and managed to say “Fuck! Oh! Fuck!” “Yes, boy,” he said, and he began to fuck me. His thighs were as strong as they looked, and his grip never loosened as he started to pump his cock up my ass. His thrusts were steady, measured, and he never had less than half of that fat dick inside me. I continued to babble to him, telling him I loved it, I wanted it, that I loved being fucked that I loved his dick – I wasn’t sure what else I was saying, right up until he leaned over me and gave me a series of three deep thrusts in rapid succession, and I gasped out loud at the way his dick was rubbing inside me. “Oh, fuck, yes! That! That!” “You ready for my load, boy?” “Yes, please! Fuck yes please!” He gave me another series of those deep quick thrusts and then grunted loud into my ear and said, “Here it fucking comes, boy,” as I felt his load blow deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him into me, grinding myself against him. My hands tried to get to my dick – I was desperate to jerk off – but he pressed down hard on me, preventing my grip. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” he asked. I whined. “No.” “I’ll make it seventy five if you don’t touch yourself,” he said. I whimpered, but nodded. He laughed, grinding himself again, then raising himself. He left his dick inside me as he positioned his arms back under my legs, and was careful how he lifted me. When his fat cock slipped free, his mouth was almost immediately on my ass, and I nearly convulsed with the sensation of him slurping, licking, and swallowing his own load from my hole. “Oh my god that’s so fucking hot!” I was babbling. My hands twisted in the sheets. I was desperate to jerk myself off, but didn’t. Seventy five extra bucks. I could wait. He ate my ass clean, licking every last drop from my hole and leaving me heaving and shaking on the bed when he finally let go. I sank back onto my back, and he smiled down at me, obviously pleased with himself. “Lick my dick clean while I get out your card,” he said. I was happy to oblige. Even softening, it wasn’t an easy task, but I do love sucking a dick. The taste of his spunk was incredible. When I finally let go, he smiled, and handed me the card from his small leather arm pouch. It was the jack of hearts. Oh shit. Twenty two. Bust.

Waiting for the rest the guys wearing the diamonds briefs to return, I looked around the well appointed room and at the men gathered. Again, I was struck by the casual air of the evening. No one seemed at all phased by the half-naked guests, the masks, or the reality of the sexual play happening through the archway. I picked up a glass of water and drank deeply. It was bubbly, like Perrier or something. I shook my head, a little overwhelmed at just how strange this all was, but still reminding myself 'A thousand dollars,' - even if building on two fours wasn't the strongest start. The burly host raised his hand once the last couple, a sandy haired young man in diamond briefs and the stocky smooth man in spades who had returned with him, came back into the room. The young man showed his cards to the dealer, and the man made a note. The stocky guy who'd returned with him received a card to put into his pouch. The math of the evening gelled. With two dozen of us, there would be enough cards in a deck to replenish those gathered by the diamond boys from the men we had chosen. I looked, and, sure enough, saw the photographer whose cum I'd just swallowed standing among some of the other men. We all fell silent as the host cleared his throat and asked the dealer ""How are we doing?" "We have one diamond who has chosen to hold," the dealer answered, "and another has doubled down, but no blackjack." One of the diamonds, the red head I had noticed before, smiled and nodded. I assumed that meant he was the one holding. He'd gotten a good draw right away, maybe a nineteen or a twenty? Either way, that meant first place just got that much further away. The host nodded, and moved over to the side of the archway, where I noticed for the first time a wheel decorated with the four suits. He spun it. It clicked through its orbit a few times, and settled on clubs. The men in the (outfits) murmured. I watched my photographer 'friend' and he smiled widely. "As discussed gentlemen, line up." They did so. The host, in spades, waited for them for a moment to organize themselves then tapped the first man on his shoulder. He was tall, bald, and barrel-chested, with a walrus mustache. He was definitely built strong, but he had a gut to him as well. He walked right up to the sandy haired young man in the diamonds briefs and whispered into his ear. The young man nodded. "Good," the host said, smiling through his beard. He tapped the next man, a wide, thick-necked man with greying hair buzzed short, an impressive chest and equally impressive arms, who honestly made me think of a bouncer, walked over to me. I tried really hard not to tense-up when his eyes, also a grey shade of blue, looked me up and down as he leaned over and asked in an even, conversational tone, his voice close to my ear, "You been fucked yet tonight?" "No." "Good. I don't mind sharing, but I like to be the first in a boy's ass of the night. I intend to bend you over and fuck you." I looked at him, feeling an odd flutter in my stomach at the bluntness of his words. He was masculine, solid, and judging by the front of his cotton pants, he was well on his way to aroused. I nodded, not quite trusting myself to speak, and the host repeated "good," before tapping another of the clubs on the shoulder. A thousand dollars, I again thought. Since one of the diamonds had held his hand, I wondered what would happen to the sixth club, but when a the young Latino guy in diamonds shook his head at whatever the hairy goateed bear in clubs suggested, the host moved on. The bear who didn't get a partner and the Latino was chosen by my photographer friend. We left the room for the hallway of bedrooms. The man who’d chosen me kept one hand on my shoulder for the duration of the walk, and gave me a little shove when we got to the first unoccupied bedroom, asking “You want lube, or spit?” Again blunt and to the point. adding “Lube, I leave the door open. Spit, I close it.” I glanced at his wide chest, thickly muscled neck, and the obvious tenting in his cotton pants. “Lube,” I said. He smiled briefly, and left the door open. He was true to his word and attitude – he walked over to me, took my shoulders and turned me around, walking me to the foot of the bed. His hands slid down my arms and he pushed me until I was bent over, and moved my hands up to grip the bedpost. He reached down to my waist once I gripped the wooden pole, and slid his fingers into the edge of my shorts and then tugged them down. My dick was already a little hard, somewhere between having just enjoyed the blow-job I’d given and knowing that I was about to get fucked. I stepped out of my shorts, and his hands gripped the inside of my thighs, pulling my legs a bit further apart, and then making me step a half-step back, stooping and leaning and gripping the pole. “Mmmmm,” he grunted. Then he walked over to the 'toys' chest and flipped open the lid. I looked over my shoulder and, as he returned, saw there was already a man watching from the doorway. It was the large goateed bear who’d suggested whatever it was to the diamond who’d turned him down. Then the grey haired man returned, a bottle of lube in hand, ordering me "Face front.” I looked ahead. The lube was a cool shock with the first squirt, but then the older man started rubbing his finger up and down between my cheeks, and soon I was rubbing back against him. He dipped just a fingertip against my pucker, and I let out a little breath. I could hear his breathing behind me, growing a little faster with every stroke and tap of his slick finger, and he added more lube, and another finger, and I was soon pushing back against him. “Nothing but a whore, aren’t you?” he said, his voice pitched very low, continuing with "a chance at some money and you’re bent over and waiting for it, aren’t you?” I bit my lip, and he gave my pucker a little push with his fingers. “Aren’t you?” “Yes,” I said, feeling my face burning. Hell, it was true. “Alright then, whore... here you go.” He shifted behind me, and a moment later the unmistakable feel of a cock was pressing against my hole. For just a second I was too scared to move, and then the older man’s strong hand gripped my side as he aimed his cock into me and slowly pushed. I couldn’t help but let out a moan, and when his other hand took my other side and he continued to push into my ass, I groaned a bit louder. He had a long cock, that was for sure. “Love to get ‘em while they’re still tight,” the man said, and then with no further discussion, he started to fuck me, shifting behind me to slowly draw his dick almost all the way out before burying himself back in, this time to the balls, with a long steady stroke that made me groan a third time. He picked up the tempo quickly, and I gripped the bedpost and pushed back against this thrusts as the older man proved to be as strong as he looked, and possessed of a great sense of rhythm. His dick seemed to hit me just-right, and if it had been a while since I’d been dicked this deep, it was coming back to me why I liked it so much. I began to grunt and gasp as he fucked my ass, and he shifted his grip, sliding his hands up and down my side, and once or twice gripping the back of my head for a series of particularly sharp thrusts that made me curse out loud. My dick was hard again now, no half about it, and I gripped the pole with both hands lest I lost my stance. I wanted to jerk off, but I knew better than to risk my balance. “Here it comes, boy,” the man said, and it was only as my ass filled with hot thick ropes of heat that I realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. I gasped, and swore again, but his grip held me firm until the last surge of his spunk erupted in my hole. When he pulled out, I turned around to face him, more than a little shocked. “No condom,” I said, as I felt some of his sperm leak from my ass. My cock, though, was still rock hard. He regarded me with thinly veiled amusement. “I didn’t say I’d use one. Don’t worry though, you’re safe with me.” He looked down at his dick, still slick with lube and spunk. “You should clean up the mess, boy.” I looked past him at the men outside the door. The goateed bear was there, as were three others, and then slowly I sank to my knees. More of the man’s spunk leaked as I put his dick into my mouth, and savored the taste of spunk for the second time that night. A thousand dollars, I thought. But it sure as hell wasn’t without risk. I’d have to be smart. Smarter. I licked and sucked the remnants from his cock, thinking to myself that he really did have a long dick. He nodded once, undoing his little pouch and handing me a card without showing what it was to the men outside. Eight of clubs. That made twelve. I took a deep breath, rising to my feet. The grey-haired man handed me a wet wipe from the chest and I awkwardly wiped at my ass while he pulled his cotton pants back up. By the time I was done, he’d left, and I walked alone back down the hallway and through the arch to report my card to the dealer. Twelve. It wasn’t enough.

Verbal tops are hot. Not to many though. Eye contact is also hot.

Love to piss in a guys ass after I finish fucking him. Like to see how long he can hold it then when he lets loose feel it run down my balls. Sometimes I put a bucket underneath to collect my piss and then I can also feed it back to him again.