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They were a perfect match, Benji and Brodi. The Baxter twins. Most identical twins try to differentiate themselves from each other, but not Benji and Brodi. They both had light red hair cut straight just above their bright sky blue eyes. Button noses perched above full, pink, pouty lips that created dimples when they smiled. And their skin was a creamy smooth paleness that covered their petite, slender, 5'7" frames. I had spent many times over the last couple of years jerking off while secretly watching the boys next door. This summer would be different. The boys were 18 now and had just graduated from high school. Just ripe for the picking. Their parents had left for the summer on an extended European vacation, leaving the twins home alone. And you know the trouble teenage boys can get into when left alone. And I was more than willing to help. My name is Dax. I'm a youthful 45 with thick, dark hair, brown eyes, and plenty of hair covering my muscular, 6' frame. Perfect Daddy material. My crowning glory was my thick, 8 inch cock with a bulbous head and huge veins running up and down it. It looked like an angry monster when hard. Perfect to breed some sweet boy ass. I didn't waste time starting my plan in motion. It started simply enough. First by inviting the boys over for beers and a movie one night, which they readily accepted. What boy wouldn't want to drink like a man? I made sure not to run the air condition so the house was a little warm, and I was just in my underwear. I also made sure to wear a pair of boxers that would gape open "accidentally" while we were chillin. After the first beer the boys shed their shirts and just sat around in their shorts while we watched an Adam Sandler movie. I had to try not to get erect staring at their smooth chests with large, pink nipples. After all, I didn't want to rush too fast and scare them off. I wanted them to trust me before I changed their world forever. A couple nights later we had movie night again. This time I wore a pair of white boxer breifs that outlined my cock perfectly. The boys took off their shirts right away and settled down with their "cool" neighbor with beer in hand. That night we watched a movie with lots of nudity and sex, and I started to up the ante and brought out my bong. "Wanna get stoned boy's?" I casually asked. "Fuck yea!" exclaimed Brodi. He was the more alpha of the two. "You are the coolest, dude!" I packed a nice fat bowl and we passed it around. As soon as it was gone, I packed another one. The weed and more beer had the boys loose and giggly. We got the munchies and pigged out on pizza and junk food while we put in another movie and bullshitted. Of course it didn't take long for the conversation to turn to sex. They already knew I was gay, and that didn't bother them. Kids these days aren't as freaked out by it, they all know gay people. I learned more about them that night. Neither of them were virgins, but had only each fucked one girl. The interesting thing was they lost their virginity together, in the same room, at the same time. It made me wonder what else the boys had done together. We smoked more weed and we were all as high as fuck. The boys started asking me all kinds of questions about gay sex. What was it like to suck a cock, or fuck an ass, or take it up the ass. I answered all their questions honestly, thinking how easy this would eventually be. All the talk about sex made the boys get hardons that they tried to discreetly adjust in their shorts. I decided to move just a little quicker than planned. Standing up, my own hard cock clearly outlined in my breifs, I popped in a porno. I made sure it was a bi porn for the first time. And I passed the bong around again. The boy's eyes were glued to the movie and they gently rubbed their groins. I just took my hard cock out and started jacking it. "Don't be shy boys. I don't know about you, but pot gets me fuckin horny! You don't have to be embarrassed about jerking off. It's natural, we all do it." "We're not embarrassed," said Brodi, pulling out his dick, "we jack off all the time. Kind of hard to hide when you share a room." Benji's eyes were just glued to my throbbing cock as he pulled his own dick out, not saying a word. Brodi's eyes were glued to the hot action on the screen. I was amazed how quickly I got these two sexy boys to pull out their teen cocks. And such pretty cocks, identical to each other, just like the rest of them. They were uncircumcised, about 6 inches, and leaked lots of precum. So sexy! I decided to push things further. "Have you ever jacked each other off?" I asked. "Yea," Brodi answered. "Its awesome to have another hand on your dick." "Yea it is," I said, "have you had a blowjob?" "No," said Brodi, "those chicks wouldn't suck us." "Pity," I said, lust taking over my mind, "they don't know what they're missing!" With that said, I bent down and engulfed Benji's cock, since he was next to me. He just gasped in surprise and pleasure as I expertly deep throated him. I furiously sucked him in and out, using all my best tricks, and very soon he erupted in my mouth, feeding me a big load of 18 year old cum. As Benji layed there in a state of extasy, I quickly dove on his brothers cock. Brodi was of course expecting this, and grabbed the back of my head, pumping his dick down my throat. "Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good dude! Oh my God! That's so much better than those chicks we fucked!" He too was soon pumping a hot load down my throat, mixing his twins sperm down in my belly. I pulled off and sat back, furiously jerking my own cock. Just as I was about to cum, I got the surprise of the night as Benji just leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. Oh god it was so sweet feeding that boy my load, and he did his best to swallow it down like I did. His brother just watched in amazement as Benji ate my cum. As we lay in a post orgasm haze, I half expected the boys to leave in embarrassment. But they just stayed, their spent dick hanging limp. I passed another bowl around, knowing our next meeting would be their true turning point.

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.

The more Steven smoke the mower he was working further down on my cock. I looked at him and asked how he like sucking my cock. As he took a moment to lick the shaft of my cock he answered that surprisingly he liked sucking my cock. That's when I told him how much I enjoyed it when I sucked my first cock. He went back to trying to get more of my 8"into his mouth but he couldn't figure out how to get it into his throat. I let him know I'd be glad to help him get it in deeper. I then placed my hand on the back of his head and as he went down I pushed his he'd further down until I felt my cock pop into his throat. The look on Steven's eyes was priceless as he leaned his ability to deep throat. After a couple times of my helping him, Steven was going down to the root on his own. He was concentrating and enjoying sucking my cock he never realized I had yet to suck his cock. I knew it wouldn't do any good since by now he was high enough that he wouldn't get hard. But I felt something for him and since it was part of my plan I looked at him and let him know that it was my turn to suck his cock. Steven stood up and sat I the couch as I moved between his legs. He was limp as a piece of spaghetti (and probably as small as a piece of macaroni). I took his little dick I my mouth and began to suck. He moaned in pleasure as I worked his tool but his dick didn't grow. I kept it up as he continued to hit the the pipe. I knew the drugs would have him losing track of time. After I had been sucking fir a good 10 to 15 minutes I looked up at Steven as I slowly stroked his limp dick telling him that I didn't think I was doing anything to help. Steven commented that even though he wasn't hard it was feeling really good. I knew I could take the next step in my plan, eating his virgin ass. I went back to licking his limp dick, down to his balls as I made my way to my target. I pushed his legs up so I had access to his hole while I quickly mentioned if he liked my mouth on his cock, he was going to love my tongue up his ass. I moved in swiftly and began tonguing his hole causing him to moan more than he did when I had his limp dick in my mouth. I kept up my assault on Steven's hole as he did everything he could to keep his composure. After enough time I knew he would be ready for more. l had been rimming his hole for a solid 20 minutes when I stopped. Steven looked down at me asking me to continue locking his ass. I knew what to say to him to get him primed to be fucked, but first he was going to have to take a needle to his arm. Unlike myself (a willing partier) Steven was going to have to be 'convinced' to be slammed. I told him my tongue was tired as I watched him suddenly stick his finger into his assault hole. At that point I knew that he was mine. I told Steven if he followed me into my bedroom he could get his hole filled again as I slowly made my way towards my bedroom door. Steven quickly stood up and followed me as I then told him to sit on my bed with his back against the headboard. Steven climbed on the bed naked and did as I directed. I pulled a could prepared points from my drawer, alcohol wipes, cotton balls and a tourniquet. A worried look was on Steven's face as I began to explain that what was I the syringe was the same that we had been smoking and if he liked the smoke he was going to love what he was about to experience. I then added, 'trust me bro'. That seemed to relax him as I tired the tourniquet on his arm, wiped a nice vein and explained what he was about to experience. I told him he'd feel the pinch of the needle, then I'd pull the plunger back getting a little bit of his blood to flash I the barrel making sure that I'm in the vein before I emptied it into his arm. When I pull the tourniquet off he'll feel something I'm the back of his throat and chest and then he'd cough out hard as his heart would begging to beat faster and he would feel the rush and euphoria of the drug. What I didn't tell him had I slipped the needle into his vein is that this needle had already been in my arm and since he didn't notice the slight pink tinge to the fluid he was about to get a hot needle (like all the points he was going to get over the next few days). After the point was emptied into his arm he had a look like he wanted to change his mind on doing this with his brother. After I pulled of the tourniquet Steven coughed out hard 3 times as his breathing increased. I revved his chest to comfort him and told him to just go with it and ride his rush. I then tired of my arm and administered my own slam. By the time I pulled the tourniquet off and coughed out I see that the look on Steven's eyes had changed from fear to one of lust. I climbed on the bed and on top of Steven without any trouble. Steven had become a very willing participant by this point. I leaned in kissing him forcing my tongue into his mouth. He didn't resist my kiss, he welcomed it and I could tell he was enjoying himself as I began to grind my hard cock into his soft dick. I didn't want to waste a lot of time and used a free hand to grab the lube on my night stand. I worked some into his hole and as I raised off of Steven I applied some lube to my cock. I resumed applying some lube to Steven's hole is I slipped a couple fingers inside his hole. That quickly increased to 3 fingers as I began to tease him with the penetration. When I pulled my fingers from Steven's hungry hole he looked up at me with pleading eyes. I asked him if his hole was feeling empty. He nodded 'yes' as I let him know that it would be filled again real soon as I hooked his legs under my arms and listed then to my shoulders. I then lined up my cock and slipped it inside is chemmed up hole. The look I Steven's eyes was better then what I had witnessed earlier. A slight moan escaped his mouth as my cock moved across his prostate and I bottomed out balls deep. I began to rock back and forth really easy as I new he'd be begging up have me pound him soon enough. And after he sero-converts he'll have some of my DNA in his blood and become my true blood brother.

Part VI. I followed Johnny through a series of hallways, popping in and out of curtains, and then down a steep flight of stairs. The basement was lit only with red lamps, and was hot and sweaty. In the dim light, I followed Johnny and sounds of animalistic sex to an open room, with a crowd of guys standing shoulder to shoulder cheering someone on. I knew instantly that my boy was somehow engaged in the tangle. I pushed my way into the crowd to see Alex standing there with fistfuls of cash, and my boy, covered in seed, taking two cocks in his ass. There was a buff guy on his back, with my boy mounting him, another stud plowing him from behind. My boy was moaning, as he sucked on a gym bunny’s dick, and fisted two more. He was servicing five cocks at the same time, and the guys in his ass blew their loads simultaneously. I knew they were both seeding him. The guy in his mouth came all over my boy’s face and hair, squirting into his eyes. The guys my boy was jerking off assumed the position, and started to double-fuck him. I saw Dylan and Bobby working the crowd, getting the next round of guys ready to fuck and breed my boy. Dylan saw me, winked, and pulled me to him. He kissed me, and I savored the nutty flavor of cum in his mouth. I knew he must have just been giving head. He had to shout to be heard over the noise of the men cheering on the live sex show unfolding before us. ‘You jealous?!!?’ I nodded, shouting back, ‘Maybe a little…’ ‘Let’s show them you can be just as dirty as your boy!’ I nodded as he laid down, parallel to my boy, on the filthy cummy floor and had me mount him. I leaned forward as I took his raw cock and some stranger lined up behind me, forcing a hard unlubricated cock into me. I’d never felt so full. I grunted until Alex pushed a muscled jock into my mouth. My boy pulled off of the cock he was sucking, released one of the cocks in his hand, and ran his fingers up and down my side. He then reached for my hand and held it tightly as both of us were rewarded with two fresh loads in our asses. After that, we must have taken at least six more cocks apiece, some at the same time. It all became a blur, and I passed out while some guy was roughly breeding me and I smacked my head on the concrete floor. When I came to, the basement was empty, and bright fluorescent lights were on. I was still wearing my jockstrap, but the waist was now stuffed full of cash. I stumbled up the steps, parched and smeared with cum and blood oozing out of my ass. The bar was closed, and all of the patrons had gone home. I walked across the stage to the spot where Johnny had started the evening off fucking me and my boy. There was Johnny, in the same sagging chair, with my boy, sweaty, between his bare legs. My boy was covered in cum, matted in his hair, and all over his body. He was nursing on Johnny’s limp sticky cock. He smiled saying, ‘Glad you’re up… I worried that they might have done you in…’ He chuckled and gestured to a brown envelope on a table. I opened it, finding a stack of cash, assorted bills, but mostly $20s, $50s, and $100s. ‘You guys sure cleaned up being so dirty… Congrats, you filthy whores. You shouldn’t have a problem with the rent this month…’ Rather than be excited, my boy was in a daze and just kept nursing Johnny’s cock. Johnny smoothed his cummy hair and continued, ‘Hope you had a good time. Was loosing your NEG cherries worth it?’ My boy just moaned. ‘Don’t expect to make that much ever again though. You’re both used goods now. My customers never pay full price for a hole they’ve already POZZED. Once you’ve converted, you’ll make less and less every time you perform. Then, you’ll be stuck servicing the guys in the parking lot.’ My dazed boy just kept moaning. Bobby and Dylan walked through the door, freshly showered, rested, and dressed in new clothes. Johnny handed Bobby an envelope, mumbling something about ‘NEG cherry finder’s fee’ as Dylan helped my boy to his feet. Bobby and Dylan helped us to their car, and poured us into the backseat. I guess they knew were to too fucked-out to play on the ride home. They took us to their place, bathed us in their hot tub, and gave us clean clothes. After everything we had been through, their tenderness was shocking. Dylan and Bobby made sure we were both okay, and then drove us back to our apartment. We went to bed and slept all day, wrapped around each other but saying little. That night, we had money to pay off our rent, and buy groceries, with plenty left over. Dylan and Bobby came over for dinner. We ate a nice meal like nothing had happened, making small talk. Dylan told us that he and Bobby had talked it over; they had a spare room and wanted to invite us to move in with them. We’d all save money, and could keep fucking each other just like we always had, now that were more than likely going to convert. Bobby continued, ‘In a week or so, if you haven’t already converted from taking our loads over the past few months, you guys are both gonna get pretty sick… We’d love to help you through that.’ My boy threw his arms around Bobby and gave him a sloppy wet kiss. Dylan embraced me, and of course, we all swapped loads to celebrate, right there on the kitchen table. We packed our things over the next few days, got out of our lease, sold our furniture, and were fully moved in with Dylan and Bobby before coming down with the fuck flu.

Did my first Double Penetration as a top last night -- WOWZA! Amazing. HOT. And, can't wait to do it again! My partner and I started out by tag-teaming our favorite mate, then after about an hour, as I was lying down and our bottom boy was riding my cock while holding on to the headboard of the bed, my hubby came in from behind -- handed him the poppers, and after a deep snitt gently leaned him forward and proceeded to push his bare cock up his tight hole alongside mine. It took a little time to adjust, but soon enough we were both balls deep and gently rocking back and forth inside this amazing man --- a few minutes later all 3 of us blew our loads -- 2 deep went inside our boy and his load shot across my chest, on my face and into my hair. Damn!

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's been a while,. Work's been busy. So was I. I checked Grindr last night, and after scrolling down a few times, got a message from a 26 year old guy who looked cute. He said he was a bottom, visiting my city. and couldn't host. I replied I was a top, had been holding cum for almost a week and that he could come over. He agreed. About half an hour later, he showed up. He was shorter than I thought, but he was heavy, kinda buff. Nice curly hair, bluish eyes, dark skin. He was Venezuelan. As soon as he stepped in, I put him against the wall, kissed him and grabbed his cock. No time for foreplay. Went into my room, undressed each other and he started to blow me. Fuck, that was delicious. All warm and wet. He got me rock hard in milliseconds. No condom was produced of course, so he spitted on his hand and rubbed his hole with saliva. He kissed me and sat down on my cock. He was in pain for a minute or so and then he rode it like a slut. I fucked him for a while like that and then he was facing the pillow and I was on top. He said with a sexy accent "Please, I want it all in," and I delivered. Full cock was in, throbbing, thrusting, wet and red hot. Very slimy. We swapped position and I banged him missionary style. He asked repeatedly to cum inside, he wanted to feel my cum, and fuck I did. I saw him cumming all over his abs and I shot six times in his pussy hole. I could feel it oozing out as I kept fucking. He asked if he could have a shower, and off to the bathroom he left. Last thing I saw was my cum dripping on the floor on his way to the shower. Fucking sexy.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I had to write about this hot night I had rather recently -- this is largely a true account, but I've added some embellishments, so putting here in the fiction section. Months ago, I had responded to a Craigslist Ad from a guy who was in my neighborhood. Schedule-wise, we weren't able to meet up, but we texted every once in awhile to see what was going on. Finally, one Friday night, our schedule coincided, so we had agreed I would walk up to his house around 10pm. I took my time getting ready making sure I was extra clean. I showed up right at 10 and this hot thin, but muscular guy answered the door. It was my CL buddy, Rich -- he was late 40s wearing white briefs and a t-shirt. He led me back to his bedroom and sitting on the bed was a super hot black guy in boxer briefs. His name was Charlie, he was 24 and just finished school recently. He was lifeguarding for the time being and his body was hot. Well, the two of them had started the party and were ready for me to catch up. Rich loaded his pipe and handed it to me. After a few hits and a hot shotgun kiss with Rich, I was stripping down. Charlie had lost his boxer shorts and was working his mouth around Rich's crotch -- I could see a big piece of meat coming to life. Rich kept encouraging me to hit the pipe, while I sat back in my own sexy underwear, rubbing my crotch, while I watched Charlie fish that thick, long cock out of Rich's briefs. I put the pipe down and made my way to my knees to help Charlie with that cock. Of course, this led to a hot little session of cock sucking, ass licking, nip sucking in all kinds of positions. We paused for a minute when Charlie said he was thirsty. Being the ultimate host, Rich passed me the pipe while he prepared liquid refreshments for all. I noticed he went to a cabinet when he came back in the room, where he re-loaded the pipe -- I just assumed this was where he kept his stash. He encouraged me to drink of which I did -- I didn't want to get dehydrated -- this was looking to be a hot night. We resumed our play and about 20 minutes in, I was certainly feeling a little flush and Rich asked if we were feeling our G. Ahh, G, nice -- this was a nice surprise as I love G play. Our play got intense and I spent a long time eating Charlie's hot hole, but I felt myself getting sleepy. I fought it, but it took control of me and I was face down on the bed semi-conscious. I just listened. I could hear Charlie working on Rich's hot cock again. I looked up once and saw Charlie teasing his hole with Rich's cock, but my head slammed right back on the bed. I could hear them hitting the pipe and then I heard Rich say, "Okay, we've got him right where we want him. Let's get this going." I couldn't move and I couldn't open my eyes. The G had me for sure. Charlie came over and maneuvered my body and I could hear Rich typing on the computer and responding to text messages. Charlie got me centered on the bed and then I heard some wrestling -- soon he had me blindfolded, slipped restraints on both my wrists and ankles and I was spread eagle on the bed. Rich came over and whispered in my ear, here's where I'm going to take control and your cock is going to feel so good. Amazingly, my cock was feeling good and hard (from it's earlier shrivled up self). Rich had my cheeks spread wide and was licking it and sucking it so deeply. Charlie pushed poppers under my nose and then I was just wave after wave of pleasure. Rich stopped suddenly and I could hear him leave the room. Charlie said the fun was just getting started and told me to drink some more. He also took a hit of the pipe and gave me a big smokey shotgun. I then heard two new voices enter the room -- they sounded hot and they were hot in my mind. Rich introduced them to Charlie and just referred to me on the bed. I could hear the pipe being passed around. I thought was writhing in pleasure on the bed riding my G high repeatedly saying, "Oh, my God, I feel fucking good." Finally, one of the new guys said I need to get on top of that boy. I could hear undressing and buckles making noises as I continued my pleasure writhing restrained to this bed, ass totally exposed. I had a new cock inserted in my mouth -- wasn't particularly hard (thanks to t), but I gobbled it up and I had what felt like a new mouth on my ass. Charlie referred to comments someone had posted on-line, so it made me think they were streaming it on icu. Soon I had two cocks at my mouth and the guy eating my hole was now teasing it with his semi-hard cock. I could feel the cock getting harder and soon he slipped right inside and right where I wanted it. This led to my ass being tag-teamed for hours and due to the t there was no immediate cumming. And, throughout that time, there were breaks for t hits and refreshed G cocktails. Eventually, I was set free and I was on my back with one of the guys (one who was hot about 30, thick pretty 8 inch cock) pounding my hole. He was so sweaty from the drugs and the scene and I loved feeling the beads of sweat hit my chest. Eventually, I could see it in his eyes and we looked intimately at each other as he shook his head, yes, leaned in to kiss me and then smack my cheek. He picked up his rhythm, threw his head back and unloaded in my hole. Rich was fucking Charlie at the time and the other new guy was stroking fiercely sitting in the desk chair just taking it all in. Rich got off Charlie and came over to clean up the cock that was just in my hole and then started eating my hole out. The desk chair buddy came over and unloaded on my hold and Rich's tongue, which made Rich lose his load all over the sheets. It was HOT. I was spent and soft. Charlie was soft and tired and the two guys started to get ready to head out. It was already 5:45am, so I figured, I'm gonna let this be my scene (for now) and head home. I graciously thanked my top boys and the host and headed home for some shut-eye until I was ready for my next scene of the weekend. More on that, but I was one happy boy feeling that load dampen my boxer briefs on the way home.

I woke up horny and decided to see who was on scruff. No more than two minutes after logging on I had a woof. I woofed back and he sent he a message and I pic. It was a nice hard cock and the message said "Woke up like this. Get your ass over here. I need to unload." I told him give me 30 minutes and I'd be on the way. I didn't expect a hook up so quickly, so I took some time to clean out. I'm also very tight so I lubed myself, inserted a butt plug for the ride, put on my jock strap and headed out the door. I sent him a message en route saying I had washed and plugged, and asking if he wanted me to leave the plug in. "Hell yes," he replied, "I loved driving with the button plug in." I was really horned up when I got there. I went to the door and we immediately went to the bedroom. He stripped as did I. His cock was already hard (and big). I walked over to him and he forced me to my knees. I sucked his cock and found it a perfect fit for my throat. Soon I had him full deep-throated and he started fucking my mouth. At this point I knew my ass was in for a treat. He held me until I started gagging and then pulled me off his cock and told me to get on the bed. I jumped up and went doggy. He tossed me a bottle of poppers and started playing with my plug. He slid it in and out as I was taking some deep popper hits. I told him I needed his cock so he pulled the plug out and immediately slid in his cock. He was bigger than the plug and he filled my ass just right. He grabbed my hips and started gently fucking me. I hit the poppers again and started fucking back on him. He got to a good speed and was fucking me harder and harder. I felt like I was going to cum when he said "Flip on your side." We managed to flip without dislodging his cock, and he positioned my leg and pounded me. That was all I could take and he fucked the cum right out of me. The wet spot on my jock told him I had cum, and he remarked with a snicker "I love making sluts cum with no hands. Now get on your back." He flipped me again and put my legs on his shoulders. He was fucking me deep and hard and reached in my jock where he scooped up some of my cum and lubed himself, fucking me for several minutes. Then he gave me another hit of poppers. I started grinding on his cock and he said "I can't hold back. Where do you want my cum?" "Deep inside me," I replied. That's all he needed to hear. He went balls deep and I could feel his cock spasm with every pump as he blew his load in my hole. When he pulled out I felt a little cum run down my hole. I lay there for a minute to catch my breath. Then I dressed, thanked him, and went on my way with a huge load deep inside my ass.

Yesterday, I was horny all day long. I hit up Grindr for several hours with no luck whatsoever, so I cleaned out, showered, and headed to Steamworks, hoping I'd finally be able to find some dick. Once there, I went in, paid for my locker, and got undressed. It was a Saturday night so the place was packed. With all the hot guys around me I instantly felt thoroughly aroused, so I decided to start by making the rounds, first the steam room, then the hot tub, trying to relax before starting the search for the dick that would be fucking me. I made a few laps, trying to take it all in. On my third lap I bumped into an incredibly sexy Spanish pup. We had instant chemistry so I dropped to my knees in the hallway and begun blowing him. He had a beautiful seven inch cut cock that filled my throat just perfectly. I saw him playing with his nipples so I started punching them while blowing him. This really got him turned on. After about ten minutes of blowing him, we both decided to take a break. He didn't want to cum yet and the night was still young for me. After an hour of fooling around with a couple of guys in the glory hole area, I ran back into my Spanish stud from earlier. We chatted a bit and then he pushed me against the wall and started making out with me. I was instantly aroused as I love it when the guy I'm with takes the dominant role. As we made out for the next twenty minutes or so, I again resumed working his nips, alternating between sucking his dick, chewing on/playing with his nipples, and kissing him. He was clearly very, very turned-on and when he asked me if I wanted to go back to his room I gave him an enthusiastic "Fuck yeah." Once inside his room, we were all over each other. I have to say, he was one of the best kissers I've ever met. After working each other up into a frenzy for several minutes, I asked "You wanna fuck me?" A sexy, sly smile appeared across his face, and he asked, "You're a bottom?" "I'll be whatever you want," I replied. He chuckled and responded "I"d love to fuck you." After we each disclosed we were neg and on PrEP, I told him he was welcome to bareback me. I could see his dick twitch when I made the offer, especially when he replied "Good. Because this load was either going down your throat or up your ass." He began fingering me and discovered I was already pre-lubed. He stood up and bent over me to kiss me. I felt his hard cock poking at my hole. I moaned as he kept teasing it with his erection while making out with me. Just when I thought I couldn't much more, I felt him start to slide that beautiful dick inside my hole. I let out a low, guttural moan. He asked, "Do you like my raw cock in you, baby?" "Yes!" I screamed in ecstasy. He took this as his cue to let loose and let me have it. He began fucking hard and deep, hitting all the right spots. After 15 minutes, he flipped me on all fours, never letting his dick leave my ass. He really started pounding me good. He pulled my head back by my hair, turned my head towards him to kiss me. After another ten minutes or so of deep thrusting into me, he pulled out and said "Flip over on your back again, I wanna to see your face when I cum inside your ass." He thrust back inside me and his pace continued to get quicker as he ferociously made out with me After a minute or so he asked "I'm about to cum. Do you still want my load?" Without a pause I replied "Fuck yeah. Fill me up, baby." He kissed me again and I could distinctly feel his cock throb as his load flooded my ass. He was one of the best fucks I've ever had. My only regret is I didn't get his name or number for a repeat performance. Damn.

Hope you guys enjoy https://breeding.zone/gallery/album/5081-fuck-my-ass/ Most of these pics I took before my daddy took me out in the woods, breeded me then gave me a hot piss enema.

I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.

I never thought in a billion years that I could end up in a web site like this. It started a few weeks ago on one of those sleezy web sites. You know the drill. We also say we hate them, but we all log into them every day. The subject line caught my eye and honestly, I almost deleted it right away. "Hey, wanna get aids?" It read. What kind of fucked up person wants to give a guy aids? I guess I was not just shocked, but curious about who might send such a message. So, when I clicked on the profile link, I was surprised to find a very normal good looking guy, and his message was to the point. I'm copying it below here: Sup guys? Yeah, I have HIV. I'm on meds but its not under control yet. I only fuck bare. So, if we hook up, you need to know that you will probably get aids. I don't use condoms. I will use your ass. Don't message me unless you wanna get aids. I'm serious! And don't lecture me. I'm being honest, unlike most guys here. Okay, I probably would not have read his profile if he wasn't so cute. He could have been a model. I think I'm a rather good lucky guy .. I don't mean to brag, but this guy was smoking hot! And I found my mouth gaping as I saw his unlocked pics. Toned, hung, smooth, blond .. need I say more?! I knew I should have just logged off. I honestly didn't think this guy could be real, which is probably why I messaged him. He wouldn't let me make small talk even though I was trying to beat around the bush. He gave me an ultimatum. "Tell me you want aids, or I'm gonna block you." Shit. Maybe he'd just let me suck his dick? No. Can I just jerk you off? Nope. He was to the point, "Last chance, or I'll block you." So, I signed off without responding. I kinda wish the story ended there. I couldn't get him out of my mind. So, a few days later, I signed on and I was both excited and a little scared to see that he didn't block me. My fingers were starting to shake as I messaged him, "I wanna get aids." I glanced at his profile. It indicated he was on his mobile. Let's be clear. I didn't wanna get aids. I just wanted to see if he was real. I mean come on, how could this be real?!? I waited for what seemed like an eternity. I saw he read my message and then he went offline. Hmm. Maybe I called his bluff? Aww shit guys, I need to get to work. I'll tell you what happened after that later.

Last summer, I was short on time and money, so for vacation I bought day-passes to a nearby gay resort. Known for its high sexual energy, the place has a clothing optional, pool, patio and outdoor bar. To make the most of my time, I planned to squeeze in as much fun - and fucking as possible. This would mean not being as picky, or indecisive, or cautious as I usually am. I arrived at the inn early and chose a lounge chair in a sunny spot by the pool. I kept on my t-shirt and baggy shorts and settled down with a book. As guys showed up I would sneak occasional glances as they stripped down to their swimsuits and oiled up. Within two hours the place was packed. An older pair of black muscle daddies took the two chairs on my right. One of them stared right at me as they both completely undressed, then quickly donned matching red Speedos. Their cocks were two of the biggest that I’d ever seen. I was glad that I had peeked. I mentally put them on my “yes I would” list, but since they were a couple I didn’t hold much hope. They introduced themselves as Max and Troy, but soon put on earphones to listen to music. A group of six friends, three bears, two cubs and an otter took over most of the remaining empty lounges to the left and behind me. They were loud and friendly, greeting me, Max and Troy, and everyone else that looked their way. There were too many to keep track of, and their personal interactions made it difficult to determine if any were couples. The biggest and oldest bear had extensive tattoos on his arms and was wearing a pair of white boxers. They all joked how he had lost his swimsuit in some trick’s room the day before. The otter and the other bears wore baggy swim-trunks. One of the cubs wore pale blue Speedos and had a huge package. The other cub got completely naked and had a beautiful, furry bubble-butt. They both were mentally added to my to-do list. After settling in, they continued joking and laughing. At least one of them always seemed to be talking. They were quiet only one moment: when I stood up and removed my shirt and shorts. I’m hairy and a little on the short side, but I work out, so I’m what you’d call a fit cub. I was wearing a black, mesh thong that left nothing to the imagination. I guess they liked what they saw, because I heard one of them grunt “Woof.” Max also noticed and I saw him motion to Troy so that he could check me out too. Like I said, I needed to make the most of a short vacation. The otter, who sat to my left, seemed to be the leader. He was cute with wavy brown hair and fine blonde hairs all over his body. He was also the funniest. I was trying not to listen, but after one particularly funny remark, he caught me laughing at his joke. He gave me a little wink and flashed a big smile that moved him to the top of my “yes I would” list. He extended his hand and introduced himself as Peter. We chatted a few minutes and he offered to buy me a drink. We spoke for quite a while at the bar. He was overly sure of himself and pushier than I usually like, but he was easy to talk to and we had some common interests. Before finishing our second drinks, he brought up the subject of sex. We seemed a good match. (He: total top. Me: versatile bottom.) Both of us hated condoms and both of us had last tested negative. He suggested that I join him and his friends for dinner and dancing later that night. I accepted, sure that the evening would lead to something more. When we returned to the pool, the naked cub with the beautiful butt was sitting and chatting with Max and Troy. The rest of Peter’s friends were in the pool. Judging by all the discarded swimsuits, they were skinny dipping. Peter and I stripped naked and joined them. They were standing in shallow water that came up to my nipples. It was hard to see under the surface, but I suspected some of them were jerking off. Peter introduced me and space was made for us to join the circle. But instead of shaking my hand - their hands were all over me; squeezing my butt, pinching my nipples and tugging my cock and balls. Peter pulled me close and French kissed me. Someone else slid a finger up my asshole and worked it around roughly. When I squirmed Peter said, “Just go with it babe. Don’t make a scene,” and stuck his tongue further down my throat. “All lubed and ready now boys,” someone said behind me and removed his finger. “Let’s break this cub in.” I was a little scared, but my dick was rock hard, so I didn’t protest, especially as Peter’s kissing muffled my cry as somebody jammed his giant cock up my hole. Luckily, he held it there a moment while my ass got used to the intrusion. What had started as pain quickly turned to pleasure and my whole body relaxed as the cock slowly moved back and forth in my ass. “You like that dirty dick fucking your butt?” Peter asked. “Oh, yeah,” I managed to say. Dirty? “Good. We’ve got lots more if you’re up for it.” “Yes please.” I said more turned on than I’d ever been. I was a little nervous having sex in public. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but all eyes were distracted elsewhere. I followed their gazes. Max and Troy were spit roasting the naked cub out in the open for all to see. “I’m getting close,” a voice said behind me. “Breed him,” Peter said. The voice behind me softly moaned as the dick in my ass pumped and unloaded deeply. “That’s one,” Peter said “Next.” The spent cock slowly pulled out and another took its place. Peter worked my nips and between kissing, he talked dirty to me, almost whispering. “Fucking slut, I knew you were a dirty cum whore the second I saw you. You like taking dirty cocks, don’t you? Gonna get you all charged up before the night is done.” The cock in my ass fucked faster and faster as Peter’s talk got nastier. Without losing pace, I felt the dick spasm in my ass and heard muffled grunts in my ear. “That’s two,” Peter said. The dick in my ass softened a bit, but maintained its size. “Milk that dirty dick,” Peter told me. “Milk every fucking drop.” I squeezed my ass muscles and massaged the cock until it pulled out. Peter asked “Who’s next?” From behind, a pair of tattooed arms wrapped tightly across my chest and lifted me several inches off the pool floor. Peter reached underwater and guided the big bear’s average-size, but rock hard cock into my cum-lubed hole. Peter kissed me some more, sandwiching me tightly between their naked bodies. They both talked dirty in my ears as the big bear fucked me slowly. The cub with the big package moved in to help hold me up and rubbed his impressive cock against my leg asking “You like that Daddy-dick fucking your ass?” “Oh yes.” “You ready to receive Daddy’s gift?” “Yes please.” “Yes please… what?” He fucked faster. “Yes please Daddy, please give me your gift.” The big bear made no attempt to be quiet. He grunted and growled with each spurt of cum shot in my ass. A few curious heads turned our way, but a moment later their attention was lost as Max cried out loudly and shot his load up the naked cub’s bubble-butt. The crowd of horny men cheered and applauded. Max pulled out and high-fived a couple guys, but the show wasn’t over. The cub turned around and offered his ass to Troy. “Squeeze tight,” Daddy told me. “Don’t lose a drop.” His cock fell out as they slowly lowered me down. “Next,” Peter said. “I’m going to enjoy this,” the cub with the big package said as he positioned himself behind me. By now I was loose enough and lubed enough to take most any cock, but as the cub’s dickhead push against my hole there was resistance. A few hard pushes and the head entered with a pop that made me cry out. Peter smiled an evil grin asking, “Feels good, doesn’t it?” “Oh…” was all I managed as the fat dick inched its way in. Then, “It’s too big, too big,” I said when I thought I couldn’t take anymore. Dizzy from the pleasure, I almost missed it when Troy came in the naked cub’s ass and the crowd again cheered in approval. “I’m only half in,” the cub said. “Keep going,” Peter instructed. I can honestly say I was grateful the cub had been slowly withdrawing from my ass, and I expected to be relived when he popped-out, but instead he pushed back in again. Then almost out again and back in. Out and back, each time going just a little deeper, each time stretching my innards a bit more. After a few minutes I felt the cub pressing up against my back. “I’m balls deep,” he said. “Go for it,” Peter said. The cub began thrusting harder, but now he didn’t pull out much at all, just an inch or two. I leaned on Peter to brace myself against the increasing force. The cub fucked faster, but deep in my guts. A wave of pain and intense pleasure filled and warmed my body. I couldn’t keep from crying out and the crowd around the pool was now watching me. “I told you not to make a scene,” Peter said. “Now everybody’s going to see you take your fourth poz load.” I looked him in the eyes, but couldn’t say anything as grunts of pleasure escaped my mouth. “That’s right slut. You never did ask them their status. Nothing I like better than watching poz peckers breeding neg hole.” “I’m gonna cum,” the cub shouted. The crowd started chanting, “Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!” “You gonna take that dirty load?” Peter asked. “Yes!” I almost screamed. “Give me that dirty fucking load!” The crowd was stunned silent. The cub bucked and thrashed in the water as he filled my ass deep, loudly grunting with each pulse of his cock. He must have shot ten times. The crowd began to cheer and applaud before he had stopped shooting. He left his enormous cock inside me as he caught his breath. The crowd broke up and moved along. The cub that had taken Max and Troy’s loads got an oversized butt-plug out of his bag and threw it to Peter. Peter held it in front of me and said, “You wouldn’t want to lose a drop now.” “No,” I said, “I wouldn’t.” and “Thank you.” The cub pulled his giant cock slowly out of my ass. I felt empty for just a second then Peter slid the butt-plug inside me and I was full again. Peter kissed me softly. “Thank you,” I said, “For everything.”

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."

I've always wanted to create or be a part of a discreet group of guys who can get together and have some fun. I know there are some professionals by day but freaks by night, hoping to be able to create a safe place where we can play and let our freak flag fly. Looking to create a group free from judgment and for everyone. We may not all be into each other, but we are all discreet guys who like to get freaky on occasion. If you are interested or would like to help me create it, drop me a line. Let's discuss particulars and see how we can do this. I know between Lockheed, Florida Hospital, Universal, Disney and Sea World there are some freaks here.

I had met him on BBRTS a year earlier. He lived about two hours away, but there weren't many men where I lived, and his profile piqued my interest. It said he was 30, versatile, and it provided two photographs of a sexy dude with a nice cock in bed. HIV status: ask me. I contacted him with my bugchasing profile. He was interested, but said he didn’t know his status, adding that he preferred not to know so that he wasn't culpable of pozzing guys. We talked off and on for a few months trading fantasies. A re-occurring fantasy of his was that of fucking drunk college boys from the large school in his town and pozzing their asses with unmedicated cum. At the time I was mostly just fantasizing. I had taken an undetectable poz load once or twice a year earlier, and honestly wasn’t sure about this guy, but I knew I wasn’t going to drive two hours to find out if he was legit. And if he was poz and unmedicated, I wasn’t ready for that either. I lost track of him after about a while. A year later I spot him online again and by chance I would be driving near his town, so I contacted him. This time he didn’t hesitate to tell me he had recently been confirmed as POZ, and was still unmedicated. The last bloodwork had shown a viral load of 97,000. He mentioned he had been thinking of calling me, and so I found we ended-up talking about what he wanted to to do me. His voice was masculine and projected a cocky jock attitude. He told me to call him when I hit the road for my trip. A few weeks later, I was ready to drive. I called him after a few minutes on the road. He wanted to meet at a bookstore right off the highway. It wouldn’t add a minute to my trip. I was losing excuses to avoid his toxic load at the last minute, like on-the-fence chasers like me do sometimes. We talked for a few minutes then he said something that clinched it. He wanted to talk to me the entire way until I was at the bookstore, when I was 30 minutes away he would head towards it to meet. We perved for 30 minutes, my cock out and dripping precum as I drove. He wanted me inside a booth with a jock on ready to be pozzed. My heart pounded and I edged my cock as he told me about his latest escapades fucking his raw load into college boys. His favorite thing to do was fuck safe sex only bottoms. He bites the tip off of the condoms he uses, with his cock penetrating skin on skin while the ring and base of the condom remain in place. He relishes in the times the bottoms reach back to make sure there is a condom, feeling the latex ring and relaxing their holes to receive his death seed thinking they are safe from harm. I oozed precum as he told me of the many safe-sex boys to find themselves drunk, questioning if he came in their ass after being slammed full of his cock and cum. He assured them it was just extra lube he had used so his cock wouldn’t hurt them, and reminding them they saw and felt the condom. I was at the exit for the book store, so I telephoned him, saying I was pulling off the highway, and would be there shortly. He replied saying he was five minutes from the book store. We hung up as I parked. I was shaking with excitement as I tucked my cock into my waistband and went inside the metal building where I paid the admission fee and entered the video area. The video booth area was cleaner than any I had seen before. They looked brand new. There weren’t any gloryholes, and unfortunately, I was alone. I had asked him to be verbal so that others could know I was getting poz fucked. Maybe next time. I picked a booth and stripped my shirt and pants off, leaving me standing in a jock, athletic socks, and tennis shoes. He texted saying he was entering the store. The cracked booth door pulled open, he stepped in and closed it behind him. My dick was dripping precum all over the floor in a way it never had before. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. It was about seven inches, decently thick, cut, with a big head. I licked his precum before deep-throating and working his cock. All the while complementing my skill at sucking his cock, he talked to me like the faggot slut I was, telling me I was going to submit to his toxic cock and get his AIDS strain I stood up and turned my hole towards his direction. I bent over and braced against the wall of the booth. He plunged his cock into my ass rough. His dirty talk was beautiful. Nonstop poz domination, telling me how I would succumb to and get sick from his unmedicated toxic poz seed. I ached for it and rocked my ass against him to take his cock deeper. He ground my ass like this for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes, roughly handling my neg jock body, slamming me against the wall, tightening his hand around my neck as he made me beg for AIDS. He made me promise to stay off meds and pass it to college studs who will fall for my hot jock body, all while impaling me with his raw cock. He was ramping up to blowing his load of cum, and it was all I could to do hold my load in and wait for him to climax. I had been gripping my cock still the entire time, on the brink from the first penetration. As he grunted with the release of the first rope of toxic cum into my gut I pulled down on my cock, putting pressure on the skin on the head and shot all over the booth wall. His pace slowed and he continued to grind his cock in and out of my hole for another minute or so.. My post cum regret was quickly sinking in. Fucking idiot fag slut, taking unmedicated poz seed on purpose. This always happens. But this time was the shortest yet. I hurried out of the booth, but by the time I made it to my car I was hard. A minute after driving away I found myself texting him, making plans for my next seeding.

I started thinking about guys more than girls since I saw my sister sucking her bf's cock when I was 13. After seeing all I could think of was being on my knees in front of some hot guy. At 15 i discovered magazines like Honcho and Blueboy. I spent hours and hours jerking off while reading stories about guy on guy fucking. Of course i was totally turned on by stories of bottom boys getting used. At 16 i discovered cruising. As often as i could - usually 3-4 times a week - i would be there on my knees suckimg off 1 or 2 guys before i got nervous enough to run home. That same year i discovered birdhouses. I woild end up there once or twice a month and again suck 1 or 2 guys before leaving. This pattern went on until i was in my twenties. From 20 to 40 i would go cruising Monday to Friday, sucking multiple guys. Saturday night i woild head to the bathhouse and spend an hour or two sucking every cock that cane through that hole. Lots of guys wanted to fuck me but i was too much of a pussy to let any if them. The irony there was after sucking off many guys i would head home and spend an hour or so fucking my ass withmy toys Soon after my 4Oth birthday i discovered treasure island media! There, right on my tv i saw what i always dreamed of being! Three weeks later it was blackout Thursday at Central Spa. I took the say off work and showed up, way to eagerly, half an hour after they opened. To make sure i wasn't going to chicken out, i had a few drinks on the drive there. I got a room, some poppers and excitedly got ready for what i hoped was my first bargaining. I used a plug to loosen up and the opened my door a bit, got on ny knees and stuck my ass in the air. Sadly the first few guys just fingered my hole and then left. Finally though this hot guy clued in and simply walled in, closed the door, dropped his towel and slid his hard bare cock deep in my ass. I had some poppers and told him he could fuck me as hard as he wanted - and he did! I was in my own personal bb slut heaven - taking my first bare cock for my first ever fuck. He gave me a good pounding and then slammed in deep and bred me! When he pulled out, i stood up and told him he just popped my cherry. In response he kissed me deeply then thanked me. That was the first of 6 anonymous loads i took that day. I was so proud of myself because i finally gave in to my true nature and became the slut i've always wanted to be. Since that day i have gone to every blackout Thursday to take as many bare cocks as i can. I also stop in most days at lunch or after work to be bred. It's really hot heading back to work and going to meetings with cum leaking out your ass. I haven't been tested but after so many years taking hundreds of bare loads i know i'm poz. My only "fantasy" left is for guys to vid me while they fuck me, showing my face and using my real name so everyone can see what a good cum dump i am...thanks for reading lmmm

Background: I am a happily married whore who is addicted to cock. I am 27 and fit. Hairy otter bod. While my husband goes to work, I get fucked by random guys that I meet online usually on Grindr or Scruff or most commonly A4A. I have been pretty careful to make sure that I always get fucked with a wrapper on so far. I'm writing now because a "friend" of mine who I have not had inside me for over three years because he is in a monogamous relationship himself (with another top) just texted me saying it was his birthday and he was coming over to my house to come rape me raw and drop a load inside me. It's his birthday! How can I say no? I'm lying here lubed up. He will be here in another 20 minutes. .. Oh my God! I was waiting for him naked with the door unlocked. He came inside and saw me standing there waitin for him. the first thing he did was to slap me for not being on all fours. He pulled me by the hair and took me to the bathroom and asked me to get my husband's pjs. I brought them and he made me sit in the bath tub with his clothes and relieved himself on us. He said this is how I would know who owned me and who was in charge. Then he took me to the bedroom. Asked me which side my husband slept and then just pushed me down and spit on my ass. And shoved his raw cock in. I screamed and he slapped me. And then just kept going even while I was sobbing. A few minutes later it started to hurt real good. He fucked me hard for a good twenty minutes before he flipped me over and entered me again. He made me look at him and tell him I was his bitch. Then he made his armpit available to me and as soon as I took a whiff of the ripe man scent my ass got a mind of its own. I loosened up and he kept pumping my ass. he told me i was as sexy pussy boy and he was gonna mark me as his. Brand me. He took out his phone and started to take pictures of me as he was fucking me and made video clips as well. He saw my pictures with my husband on the walls and that got him really hard. He pulled out and lay down and ordered me to ride him. Then he made me call my Husband at work and talk to him for five minutes and tell him I loved him while he was fucking me. After I was done, He called his Boyfriend and told him the same. I could feel him pulsating inside me as he was talking to his boyfriend. And I rode him like there was no tomorrow. 45 minutes later, He made me flip over and took me from behind. I was definitely surprised at how long he could last. He kept fucking me and told me he was gonna put a baby inside me. Finally when he was close he flipped me over and wanted me to see him as he came inside me and made me his. i looked at him and begged fr his seed. A few minutes of begging and he finally came inside me and kept fucking me hard. 10 minutes after he had come there was no sign of him getting soft. He tole me he wanted me make sure his seed was deep inside my guts and didnt leak out. Then he told me I was allowed to cum. He jerked me off as he fucked me and i came like a rocket. I shot past my face and head and kept shooting volleys after volleys of worthless spooge. As i came my ass Tightened around him and that made him cum inside me once again. once he was dont nutting inside me he rolled onto the bed and cuddled with his dic still inside me. As I felt him pulsating inside me among all of his seed, I wished him a Happy Birthday.

Here's an idea for a story I've been thinking about for a while. While it might not be original, here we go. Couple of months back I was at a Sauna in Leeds, UK. It was Bear night, and in the course of the evening I had a few hot encounters, but at one point, whilst wandering aimlessly about, I saw a group of guys standing opposite the door to a booth, so, naturally being curious, I took a look. Inside was some twink, probably about 19, wearing a jock, laying in a sling, trying to get guys to fuck him, his main focus being a cute black guy. Sadly the twink's attitude was putting everyone off, including the black guy, who walked-off looking somewhat pissed. Well, me being me, I decided I had to fuck him. I don't usually do twinks, as I tend to prefer bears and cubs, but I knew I had to have him. When I entered the booth I saw the twink's name was tattooed across the lower half of his back, but I was really mostly focused on the fact that he kid could position his legs terribly far up in the stirrups. Without a word, I started off by feeling his hole. I sensed he was uncertain as to whether or not he wanted to play with me, so I probably wasn't his type. At 31, with a few extra pounds, I wasn't all that surprised, but when I dropped my towel his expression changed. Now, I'm not all that big, as my cock is only seven and a half inches, but what I lack in length I make up for in width. In addition, and the Kamagra I had had a few hours earlier left my cock harder than usual. "So, you wanna get fucked boy?" I asked him in a low voice. "Yeah, please," he virtually squealed in reply. Fuck, this was gonna be fun! So I began by using the lube I was carrying in prepping his ass and lubing my cock, slipping in a finger or two deeply inside his hole, enjoying the sight of him squirming. I wanted to make sure he was desperate when I finally made the move to fuck him, and sure enough, after a few minutes of attention the kid's erection told me he was really horned, so I lined-up my dick with his hole and pushed into him. Damn, his ass was like silk! I don't think he realised I wasn't wearing a condom, although I saw he had several packets available, along with a lube sachet. Well, once I was in I did my party trick: I held my dick inside his ass and twitched myself. He let out a low moan and closed his eyes in pleasure. Then I started to fuck him, hard and fast, definitely not gently, no pretense of love, just raw animal passion. From the sounds he continually emitted I could tell he was enjoying himself, so I picked up the pace. His face went bright red in excitement and he began wanking himself, very quickly blowing his thick load all over his stomach and chest. I think he expected me to stop, but no, once I start I never stop until I've cum. He tried to protest but I just kept fucking hard as his face went even redder with excitement. After about 30 seconds I shot my load, blowing my cum deep into his ass. As soon as my last jet of cum had shot into his hole, I withdrew, and when he saw my cock he clearly knew I hadn't been wearing a condom, and that my load was now lodged in his body. I grabbed my towel and, as I was about to walk out the door, I turned back to him and remarked "That's how a real man fucks," and left him there. After I showered I went for another prowl, but didn't see the twink anywhere and the crowds were thinning out so he had probably left. What I hadn't told him, of course, was that I had recently been diagnosed poz, so my viral load was sure to be quite high. I wonder if he thought of getting the morning after pill or if in a couple of weeks he would feel a bit ill. Well, it was fun to see the little fuck hammered, and I truly enjoyed every minute of it. I think I could find myself developing a taste for twinks with attitude.

After fist fucking my old daddy friend and leaving a load of piss in his ass, I decided to walk over to the local back room bar. I was low on money but was looking for a quick fuck. After about ten minutes of looking around, I saw a guy, with a little bit of a beer belly, about 5'8, nice thick beard, handsome face. We made eye contact and he followed by in the back corner. I tasted his salty neck, but when he tried to kiss me, I held him back with a vise grip on his throat. I could feel his dick: it was hard. I unbuttoned his jeans and found he had a nice seven inch cock, thick and cut. I began to blow him, and within a couple of minutes he was rock hard. I worked on him for about ten minutes, then he pulled me to me feet as he wanted a chance on my dick. I pulled my cock out and presented myself to him. At six inches I have an average, cut dick, but I was real hard and leaking precum. He got down on his knees and blew me very well. He positioned my hands on his thick head of hair which led me to think 'Shit! He wants me to pump his mouth!' I began thrusting, enjoying the skillful service his throat and tongue were providing. After about two minutes of service I couldn't hold back, blowing a huge thick load in his mouth. He drank my cum down like water. As I zipped myself up and readied myself to leave, he whispered "Thank you." I thought 'Shit, I should be thanking you for the mouth ride I just took'.

I met a guy on gayromeo a few weeks ago, but never had time to hook up, although he mentioned his address in one of our conversations, so I knew he was living in downtown Amsterdam. I was on my way to meet a friend in the city for dinner, but I was early and my friend was late, so I decided to tease gayromeo guy a bit and send him a message with my location, which I knew was about 100 meters from his house. Within a minute he asked me what I was doing there and If I wanted to drop by. I told him I could only stop by to say hello, as I expected to meet-up with my friend in about ten minutes.. So I went to this guy's house, which was only about a minute's walk away. He buzzed me in and we formally introduced ourselves. I knew from our earlier exchanges that he was in his early forties, had a big dick, was good looking, vers/top, but he far exceeded my expectations: in fact he was exceptionally handsome. I repeated my apology, explaining I didn't have time to do anything, to which he replied "That's okay," as we exchanged a couple of kisses. My dick grew instantly, as did his dick, so of course we felt each other up, and as I wanted to see his dick, I undid his trousers, even as he undid mine, but he beat me to the punch and started sucking me. After a minute or so, I withdrew from his mouth and went down on him. We ended-up cycling on and off of each other several times, but at some point I sighed, stood-up, and said "I definitely must get going, my friend will be at the restaurant any minute now," adding "which sucks, 'cause I really would like to feel your cock in my ass." With that I turned around, presenting my butt for his inspection, just to tease him, but as I did so, I reached behind myself, took hold of his dick, and rubbed his cockhead up and down my ass crack. Fortunately, although I had not actually prepped to get fucked, I was clean. And the guy, without the use of any lube, slid right into my hole, sliding in balls-deep. He made no bones of it, but just fucked me right then and there, taking only about a minute before we both blew our loads, my load blowing against the wall, as he blew his load into my ass. He withdrew, I sucked him clean, pulled up my trousers, (which had never made it past my ankles), we exchanged our a goodbye and I left, his cum deep inside my ass. I walked to the restaurant, and upon arriving, was relieved to learn my friend hadn't yet arrived. The entire exchange with the gayromeo guy, walking to his place, getting fucked, and back to the restaurant, took less then ten minutes, but it was incredibly sleazy and hot. When my friend arrived he apologized for being late. Oh, if only he knew how well I had used the time.

shame you can't start an amature one

Hot fuckable ass.

I think it would be hard to find a studio to do that if you told them first, because of liability. I would wait until after the the movie was shot. Otherwise they may edit you out

I so want to meet the sexy poz studs who enjoy converting guys like me.

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.

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.

I live in a condo high rise building, so there's a lot of foot traffic in the staircase all the time. Now that it's almost summer, the pool is open and is pretty festive since it's the start of the season. There's a really hot straight couple that live in the building - both gorgeous, very personable and just fun to be around. On weekends, they're typically out by the pool socializing/drinking. This past weekend they had a buddy visiting. He's muscular, hairy and has a bit of an accent. We were all hanging out and drinking beer and having a good time when someone noticed the beer is running low, so I volunteered to head down to the street and hit the market or liquor store. The straight couple's visiting buddy said he had to piss and he asked to tag along. I didn't think much of his remark until we were walking inside the building toward the elevator bank and he asked if I minded taking the stairs. "Sure, why not?" I replied. Before we even got down the first flight of steps his hands were all over my ass. As we made-out, our cocks were growing full tilt. We were both a little nervous because we could get caught by anyone, and in addition, it was quite obvious he wanted my hole. I sucked his hot piece, got it super wet and started spitting in my hand and wetting my own hole. With that, he fucked me right then and there. We tried to keep quiet but we were both working up quite a sweat. After he blew a huge nut into my guts, we composed ourselves enough to make it down the stairs without raging hard-ons. It was SO HOT to walk around with his cum inside my ass.

Oh my God! I was waiting for him naked with the door unlocked. He came inside and saw me standing there waitin for him. the first thing he did was to slap me for not being on all fours. He pulled me by the hair and took me to the bathroom and asked me to get my husband's pjs. I brought them and he made me sit in the bath tub with his clothes and relieved himself on us. He said this is how I would know who owned me and who was in charge. Then he took me to the bedroom. Asked me which side my husband slept and then just pushed me down and spit on my ass. And shoved his raw cock in. I screamed and he slapped me. And then just kept going even while I was sobbing. A few minutes later it started to hurt real good. He fucked me hard for a good twenty minutes before he flipped me over and entered me again. He made me look at him and tell him I was his bitch. Then he made his armpit available to me and as soon as I took a whiff of the ripe man scent my ass got a mind of its own. I loosened up and he kept pumping my ass. he told me i was as sexy pussy boy and he was gonna mark me as his. Brand me. He took out his phone and started to take pictures of me as he was fucking me and made video clips as well. He saw my pictures with my husband on the walls and that got him really hard. He pulled out and lay down and ordered me to ride him. Then he made me call my Husband at work and talk to him for five minutes and tell him I loved him while he was fucking me. After I was done, He called his Boyfriend and told him the same. I could feel him pulsating inside me as he was talking to his boyfriend. And I rode him like there was no tomorrow. 45 minutes later, He made me flip over and took me from behind. I was definitely surprised at how long he could last. He kept fucking me and told me he was gonna put a baby inside me. Finally when he was close he flipped me over and wanted me to see him as he came inside me and made me his. i looked at him and begged fr his seed. A few minutes of begging and he finally came inside me and kept fucking me hard. 10 minutes after he had come there was no sign of him getting soft. He tole me he wanted me make sure his seed was deep inside my guts and didnt leak out. Then he told me I was allowed to cum. He jerked me off as he fucked me and i came like a rocket. I shot past my face and head and kept shooting volleys after volleys of worthless spooge. As i came my ass Tightened around him and that made him cum inside me once again. once he was dont nutting inside me he rolled onto the bed and cuddled with his dic still inside me. As I felt him pulsating inside me among all of his seed, I wished him a Happy Birthday. ^ by the way is 100% true and is not fiction.

Can't wait to find out what happens to his boy

Maybe Todd needs to pay them a visit too

Always wear a harness and dirty piss stained never washed jockstrap with CUMDUMP written across the back of the band.

Touche is often great...but especially at Halloween. A couple of years ago I cleaned out, lubed up, put on my jock and a pair of jeans and headed over. An extra play space was set up near the entrance to the back bar. Just dark enough. I unsnapped my jeans and slid them down enough to show my jock strap and top of ass crack. Call it advertising. I leaned against the side and waited....for about 30 seconds before i felt a hand feeling its way down my ass and into my hole. When he felt my lubed up hole he breathed in deeply...i reached back to stroke his bulge, but his cock was already out. He slid my pants down and slammed his cock in me....just a few minutes of hard thrusting before his cum exploded in me. My favorite lube. He patted my ass thanks, and another guy took his place. Big hard cock. Unlike the first guy he fucked me for a long time, drawing a small audience. Eventually he pulled out without cumming, to be replaced by a thick black cock. Man do i love big black cocks! He smacked me good for five minutes or so before unleashing his thick seed in me. And then the second guy came back, and gave me his load. All in less than 45 minutes! Happy Halloween, Touche!

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?

as a top... when i fuck hard and deep that the bottom starts to squirm because it hurts them. love it when they struggle with 10 inches. love to lay on top and pound raw and deep. especially old guys (once i fucked this 79 year old russian bottom, who barely spoke english.... hard, deep and creamed him inside and then i ate it out his raw hole). he could barely take it. loved it! its hard to find raw white older men that like young, hung 10 inch bbc. i need to travel more to see where these guys are located so i can give it to them raw.

I love bathhouse sex. Waiting in line to fuck a hole raw in the sling is a favorite. I've gotten my hole opened up while I was waiting and then he pounded me while I was pounding the kid in the sling. Made for a good show.

that sucks because im in my mid 20s, a hung bbc top and all i want is older white raw bottoms (over 50). when i travel thats all i look for.

The feel of skin on skin when I am topping a guy is the greatest feeling ever. Both of us are so into the moment it is great! As a bottom, I love it when the top goes balls deep inside and there is that slight shutter just before he unloads deep inside. My ass always tightens up on his cock when his balls hit my asshole.

*Writer's Notes: Hey folks. Back again to entice you with more. Sorry about the wait. Now let's get back into it. The Hunt- Part VI: The Hunted Rise __________________________________________________________ Marcus I was in complete control. My powers were fully restored now, in accuracy and potency. My desire to get back to my beloved fueled the fire within me. The sigil was broken completely, and a simple healing spell took care of the bleeding wound in my arm. I held the man, Joshua as I heard him say before, where he stood without breaking a sweat. I neither knew nor cared who these people were, but they were in for a world of hurt if they kept me from my goals. "You think you can talk like that to me?!" The leatherbound ass was struggling in vain against my power, the veins of his neck and head popping out, his cock still rock hard and aching for release. His little trick was still out cold, and their victim renewed the struggle for freedom. "You have no idea who you're dealing-" He kept fuming and spitting venom, oblivious to the change-up in roles. I've had enough of this rant, I thought. I brought my hand up and gestured, focusing at his mouth, and touched my fingertips together in a hushing manner, causing his mouth to forcibly close. As hard as he tried, my will was keeping him from forming words. "Actually, yes I think I can talk however I so please," I resumed. " and obviously YOU have no idea who the FUCK you're dealing with. Allow me to demonstrate." Channeling my power through my hand, I lifted him off the ground, his booted feet dangling beneath him. With a forcible push, he was slammed hard against the concrete wall behind him. Confident in the strength of my mind, I lowered my hand, pleased that his body still pinned up where he was. His breathing was erratic and fast. Judging by his outfit, I figured he had never been overpowered by anyone in his life. A quick glance down and I saw that his cock was still as rock hard as before. Sicko must like it, I thought. "Now stay there and pipe down," I said, ice dripping in my voice, and as I spoke, I mentally called a glamour to my eyes making them flash bright red. His body jerked in surprise, his eyes wide with confusion and fear. Glamours were excellent to use in scare tactics. I looked over at their victim, who had witnessed the strange events unfold before him. His eyes were wide with fear, his thoughts and feelings racing at a mile a minute. He thought I was gonna kill him, or take a turn. I chuckled a bit from that one. I summoned my power and cast it over the contraption. A controlled snap of my fingers and the rack holding him shattered apart, his battered body crumpling to the cold floor. While I was disgusted with him for what I had learned, I couldn't just leave him there like that. Long ago, when beginning in the Craft, I vowed both to never take a human life or let someone die if I could help them, despite who they were. As he rolled onto his back, I strode over and kneeled down next to him. Placing two fingers on his brow, I thought of healing and strength as I intoned under my breath: "Animo ac corpore sano. Omnia nunc dolor reliquit." (Translation: I heal your body and your mind. All your pain now left behind.) Instantly, his body's various bruises and swelling began to recede. The blood between his legs began to evaporate and the bruises and tears vanished as if they never occurred. His skin was flush with color again and his strength was returning. I removed the ball gag from his mouth. His breathing was still a bit ragged but fuller in sound. He was more freaked at this supernatural display. "Relax and breathe," I told him. His lips quivered, trying to form words and yet finding none. I held up a finger and his lips snapped shut, his whole body flinching from his previous trauma. "Ah ah ah. No need for words. You deserved everything you just got and more for the things you've done. I know. I've seen it in your mind. You will be held accountable for them too someday. But for now..." I explained to him as I looked up and glared at "Joshua", still hanging from his spot on the wall, " I have more important matters to attend to." Remembering that I must be secretive with mortals and not wanting this to come back and haunt me, I met his gaze and commanded: "Omnes magicae vidistis videbitur nisi a vividae visum." (Translation: All the magick you have seen will seem naught but a vivid dream.) With those words, his eyes flashed with white light, telling me that his mind was now void of our previous interaction and the display he'd just witnessed. He shook his head, dazed and sat up mechanically. Before he had time to make heads or tails of the scene, I jumped right in to direct him. "Hey, you gotta get out of here quick. There are others coming!" He looked at me blankly, not knowing who I was, and then at his surroundings. "GET MOVING! GO!!!" I yelled. He didn't waste time after that. Oblivious that he was still stark naked, he scrambled to his feet and ran out the door, huffing and puffing off to find a way out of this strange place. I flicked the door closed behind him to deter any further interruptions, and placed a simple but powerful Barrier Spell upon it to keep out intruders and barring the sound from leaving the room. "Alone at last," I said aloud to my captive audience, his attention snapping back to me. "Now where was I? Oh yes." I rose to my feet and walked slowly toward him. I may have vowed never to take another life if I could avoid it. But if you do some studying in biology, you'd be surprised what the human body can endure. "You, little man," I began, emphasizing the insult," are going to give me answers. If you're truthful and forthcoming, I'll release you and you can take care of Psycho Junior over there," I pointed to his unconscious friend, Brett. "If not, then I will make you tell me what I want to know the hard way." I brought my hand up inches from his face and, thinking of fire, conjured a scorching ball of flame before his widening eyes. His mouth still shut, his muffled cries came pouring out. "Do we have an understanding?" I asked. He nodded his head in response. "That's a good boy," I cooed, taunting him like a little puppy. I let the fireball fade away and with a flick of the fingers, I released the muscles that were holding his mouth shut. He grunted and gasped, feeling the control of his mouth coming back to him. "So, first of all, where the hell are we and why are we here?" Still breathing heavily he answered in a labored voice, knowing not to bullshit me." This place is in the outskirts of Colorado, and we were invited to take part in the Hunt- where we poz negs however we want as a contest." "Lovely," I responded. "Invited by who?" "I don't know anything about him. Only that he goes by the name Nephelim and this is his estate." Mystery ringleader, I thought to myself. A practitioner of some sort too. When I was cloaked, I saw his friend's chest and heard them talk of this 'Nephelim' when it happened. But later on that. "How many more of you sick fuckers are in on this?" I demanded of him, seeing him squirm at this forced role reversal and finally seceding to it." About 12 guys. Well, 6 of us are human. I don't know about the rest." That got my attention. It would probably take longer for him to explain, so I decided to use a technique I was taught years ago: Sapiunt Juncto (Mind Joining, to access the mind of another, gaining their senses, knowledge, memories, etc.). I stepped up to him and placed my thumbs on his eyes, connecting with his mind to see what he had seen of his cohorts. In a flash, the knowledge and memories he held within his mind flowed directly into mine, teaching me about what these sick trogs were playing at. I saw his whole life as he had lived it. Childhood, puberty, adulthood and his present. The email he and his boy received. The lust that awakened within him. Withdrawing the necessary funds to participate and luring a young man into a dark- windowed van. Suddenly, I was in a giant darkened hall, facing a dark man on a dark throne. Nephelim no doubt, I deducted. Wasting no time I looked about to the others, studying their auras with my magickal sight. I immediately found my captor among them. Strange, I pondered. He had no aura. I filled in the blanks quickly- only the dead lack auras. He was Vampire, but of a different kind somehow. I didn't know how I knew that, but I knew. I studied him a moment, his bright green eyes glowing like the will-o'-the-wisp on a foggy night. It was enchantment of some kind. I would have to remedy that if we crossed paths, which was inevitable. The memory of him hunting me down like dog threatened to break my concentration, so I quelled my growing rage and continued my assessment. I saw a Giant next, his hulking form catching me offguard. A Satyr stepped into my view as well. I nearly broke my focus completely upon seeing the thing caressing the Hellspawn with devil horns, its true form unhidden from my sight. I can't believe it, I thought. A Pure Demon, I realized, here and now. My teacher made sure that I commit to memory the many shapes and forms that Demons take- especially those of the Old Ones. These guys are coming out of the woodwork. The last was almost a no- brainer: the composition of his aura and how he glared at my captor told me everything. A Werewolf- natural born enemies of all Vampirekind. {The wolf among the sheep.} Garrett's warning to me returned to the front of my mind. I made a note to beware of him. The rest of the party was human- no doubt as sadistic and twisted as Joshua and his partner. While I knew I was pushing my luck dragging this out, I turned again to the shadowed figure before them. His aura of darkness was pulsing with evil energy. No human being could project darkness like that. No matter how hard I focused, his face and true nature remained hidden to me. Suddenly, his shadowy head turned toward me sharply, his eyes flashing a bright white. My mind nearly went blank. No mistake. Though it was a past memory- he could see me. Pointing a finger directly at me, with the tiniest of flicks, I was thrown back and cast out... What seemed like minutes was merely a second in the real world. I released Joshua's head and composed myself, still taking in all I had seen and what I was up against. Chills crawled down my spine. "Ok. Not all human. Got it," I said to myself. His groan caught my attention, drawing my gaze back to him. He was shaking his head, the strange invasion leaving him dizzy. I took a deep breath and focused myself back to the here and now. Ok, back to business. My hand snapped with lightning speed across his cheek, snapping his head to the left."HEY! Snap out of it! We're not done yet." He glared at me, appalled at being disciplined. Men like these were easy to piss off, and almost always easy to break. " So," I began, recalling the information I absorbed from him, " How many more people are being subjected to this?" His lips tightened into a scowl, dictating he wasn't up to telling me. "Ok, have it your way." Fire enveloped my hand as I slowly reached up to his chest. I slowly dragged my fingers down, the fire's heat increasing and scorching the man's flesh. He tried and failed to stifle his screams, which echoed in the open room. Burns blistered quickly upon him, forming four claw-like trails on his abdomen, the smell of burnt flesh and hair slowly lacing the air. A quick look and I discovered that his boner still had not gone down. I slapped at it with my other hand, exciting a gasp from him. He would never have admitted it, but I felt his lust jump through the roof. Alright, I thought. Since pain isn't getting him to talk, it looks like he needs some more incentive to come clean. My ears picked up quiet groans, Joshua's cries bringing his buddy slowly back to consciousness. A dark thought creeped into my mind, nearly clouding my vision. {I want out of here,} I said to myself. {I want to be back home in the arms of my love.} In a moment, I decided. Kids gloves are coming off. Time to play a bit dirty. I extinguished the fire as my hand stroked his cheek, rubbing my control of him right in his face. A dark smirk crossed my face, changing his expression from rage to confusion. I purred sadistically, giving in to the a dark urge in me that seemed to come from nowhere. "Clearly I'm not hitting the right pressure point. I think I'll focus on a more senstive one," I said smoothly as I stepped away from him and strode slowly over to his weakened protege. Seeing my intent, he struggled again, growling and grunting to get free. With barely any effort, I flicked my hand up, bringing the waking man up on his knees and holding him there. His eyes snapped open, fighting against the pain in his head, blood seeping out of a deep cut in his head. He looked at Joshua, then at me, joining his master's struggle in breaking out of their invisible bonds. "Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty. Brett right?" I asked of him. He stayed silent, in a mix of pain and shock but also knowing immediately he had no chance against my power. A submissive little punching bag. I turned back to his teacher, who cared more for his protege than he let on." Now here's the deal, Josh. Either you tell me what I want to know, or all the pain I had planned for you is going right to your precious little Brett. And you best believe I can get very creative." Their feelings for each other burst forth: Joshua howling in fury desperate to protect his boy, and Brett quivering with fright but willing to suffer for Joshua, the master he loved. Either way, they were both wracked with fear. They were scared of me. Couldn't blame them. With how dark I was acting, I was starting to scare myself. But I couldn't stop. Being separated from my love was awakening a darkness in me...strong and seductive... and I loved it... Bael, Demon of Dark Desire "It has begun." From a pocket dimension, we observed the conjured darkness course through the young Witch, Nephelim's star "Quarry" in this little game. Our Incubus purred in excitement and lust. Laying beneath us on a bed of dark silk, our strong, gigantic cock buried deep within our lover's mortal shell, ceaselessly pumping our dark seed inside ,threatening to split him asunder at any moment. It mattered not to Caelus. He could just find another body in the mortal world to possess and surrender to our unyielding lust. His growing mastery of Dark Magick and Debauchery made us proud and endlessly aroused. "What is it, my Lord?" Caelus asked. "The task Nephelim set unto us in exchange for our freedom from the Underworld: to corrupt this Witch here," We gestured to the shimmering image in the air above us. Clear as a mirror above us were two of Nephelim's invited guests- a devious leather master and his aspiring protege- held fast against the wall by the will of the young Witch, his power and our 'essence' warping his overwhelming wish to reunite with his mortal love. The darkness slowly began to envelope his body, manifesting visibly to his prisoners, their fear of the unknown continuing to grow. {Mortals,} we mused within. {Such weak and amusing creatures. It pleases us greatly to feed of their fear and suffering. Even better is their secret desires hidden beneath their self-righteousness and false personas. Such delicious agony.} Our Darkling gazed with widened eyes at the vision above as we continued to assault his stretched hole. Blood and cum escaped as we pounded our erection deeper and deeper into Caelus. Grunts of desire came from Caelus, but inside, the soul of the host he had possessed was screaming in anguish unable to escape from it. It delighted us. It also gave us the power to warp the deepest desires of mortals and Witches alike. If we can make the Witch take a life in an evil manner, his soul will be forever tainted, which is what Nephelim was after. Why we did not know, nor did we care. While the Witch was fighting the dark temptation coursing through him, it would only be a matter of time before his will would break. We stared again into the eyes of Caelus, which burned in a fiery red iridescence. "More," we growled deeply. Still hardened deep inside his hole, we began to fuck him again, his pleasure and the soul's pain flowing into us, making us more powerful and energized. The darkness flowed out of our being, into the conjured image, traversing the aether between the worlds, into the vulnerable aura of our new victim. Jarek Perched on a rock formation near the infirmary, I took in the sights and sounds of the night. The Moon above was still gradually turning from white to copper red, slowly darkening the landscape with its crimson luminescence. The time draws near. Movement caught my eye. Two of the humans had burst out of the thick woods, cornering one of the Quarry in the open area below me. He tried to get away, but they had him cornered. Barely of legal age, I recognized the flimsy garb as belonging to one of Nephelim's slaves. No doubt acting to resist for their amusement. Staring at his tormentors with wide brown eyes, he had brown hair and a slim build. The men crouched toward him, taunting and playing with him, and then they finally lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. His cries rang out to deaf ears. No one within range would rush to his aid. One of the men, a lumberjack-attired bear, knelt before the facedown boy, his hairy arms held him pinned to the ground. The other, a smooth chested blonde tore the boy's flimsy garments off, forced his legs apart, hauled out his long and thick cock from his black jeans and aimed right at the boy's hole. One glob of spit was all the lube they were gonna give him as the blonde forced his girth into the tight hole. The boys' cries were muffled by the earth beneath him, his body fighting like crazy to get free from his tormenters. But he was powerless against the two hulks as the blonde began to hammer the boys' hole relentlessly. After a long while, the blonde began to fuck faster and faster, grinding the boy into the green grass beneath them. His breathing picked up, his grunts getting louder and louder. With a final slam, he shouted and shuddered, pumping his load into his weeping victim. My eyes detected a small glow and glimmer on his chest- Nephelim's little tallying system. Three tallies total were scored on his chest. Spent, he high-fived his cohort and yanked out his cock, the smell of cum and blood reaching my heightened senses. They quickly switched places, the lumberjack shedding his plaid shirt and unzipping his slacks. His total was three, and he was ready to add another. His beer can cock burst from a thick nest of hair. With one quick thrust, he filled the boys' open hole and stretched it wider dropping his weight into him. A renewed scream echoed through the woods, filled with pain and forced pleasure. The bear pumped the conquered fuckhole, putting the strength of his thick legs and strong hairy ass behind each thrust which illicited a scream from the boy each time. The blood from his torn hole was causing my throat to burn and my cock to thicken, but I resisted my bloodlust. Patience, I told myself. The wait will be worth it. This continued on for another long period of time, the bear taking his time using the beaten hole to sate himself with. Finally, he drilled faster, gripping the boy's waist tight and letting out a deep growl. His body shivered as he pumped his load deep, pulling nearly out and then slamming back in over and over further tearing and coating the torn chute. As with the blonde, a small glow ignited from the dark bear's thick mat of chest hair, bringing his total to four. He ground his cock deep, ensuring that every drop of cum would stay put to absorb in his torn walls. He jerked his cock out hard and then he and the blonde stood above their conquest and laughed together in their triumph. They dressed and wandered off together, leaving the battered boy behind. His blood and their loads flowed from his hole, staining the green Earth. He was so sore he could barely move. So helpless, I thought. The blood called to me, but I blocked out its lure. It was swill in comparison to my goal. {I will have him,} I told myself. {He is mine. He is close, but cloaked somehow. He'll have to surface again at some point, I knew. When the spell wanes-the Witch is mine.} As soon as I finished the thought, his visage flashed in my mind. {Finally, his Cloaking has faltered. But how? And why?} My senses billowed out from me, focusing quickly to detect his location. My sight rested on a large five-story structure about two miles north of him with blackened windows, secured from entry or exit by metal bars. The infirmary Nephelim spoke of, I guessed. My sight altered at my will and natural physiology, allowing me to see the moving bodies of heat within (infrared vision, as some know it). One source of heat was running down flights of stairs toward the lower level. Quarry, I surmised, no doubt trying to escape the building. On the third floor, near the western side, were three sources of heat. While I could make out no descriptions with this sight, their movements told me enough. Two were pinned against a wall higher than the third, fighting against an invisible force between them. I chuckled to myself and said, "Such fools. Humans are no match for a Witch of his power." I summoned forth the magick held within my eyes to see more, and my amusement quickly waned. The Witch's aura, which I taught myself to recognize, slowly from the ground up, was starting to both grow and darken. "NO!!!" I said aloud. "He cannot be mine if his soul becomes tainted!" His soul must remain PURE!!! Instantly, the real world reappeared in all its details. Without a second thought, I jumped down to the base of the rock formation I was perched upon, and then ran toward the building as fast as my feet could carry me, actually praying that I would not be too late.... Taven Hidden by the dark and thick vegetation, I watched the Vampire intently. Every flinch, every turn my Wolf eyes captured and examined, trying to discern what or who he was seeking. He saw the Abomination chuckling and muttering to himself, thinking only the Moon knows what. Suddenly his humor dissipated as quickly as it had risen. His sight lay on the large building a few miles away from the rock formation. "NO!!!!" I heard him shout. "He cannot be mine if his soul is tainted!" The words sounded in my Wolf ears as if he were right beside me. A shrill piercing decibel accompanied it, irritating my senses slightly. {Such aggravating noises these parasites make}, I thought to myself. Suddenly, he dropped off the peak of the rock, landing below on the balls of his feet. Then, just as quickly, he sped toward the distant structure with such direction, power and speed that his footprints were imbedded in the Earth beneath him, providing a clear path to follow. {So what you seek is there, isn't it bloodsucker?} I mentally said, stating more than asking. {I wager that you have a way of tracking certain things with those glowing eyes of yours. A way of finding the 'special' Quarry in this game. Well, not anymore. I will beat you down, leech, and take him from you. As you lay broken and bleeding, I'll make you watch as I capture and fuck your target right in front of you. All this before I rip those sparkly eyes out of their sockets, squeeze them into jelly, and then end your infernal existence!} I gazed up at the Great Moon, Her radiant white body slowly turning ruby red as it coursed through the night sky. I raised a prayer in thought to the deity of my kind: {O Ancient and Eternal Moon, Divine Source of Primal Power, empower my Animal Form on this Night of the Hunter. Grant me the strength and essence of my kind to conquer and destroy any enemy in my path, especially the Vampire, enemy of my people and scourge of the darkness. He shall die slowly at my hand!} The Moonlight shone more brightly down on me, energizing my being. My form grew and shifted, my strength increasing threefold. A deep growl escaped my throat as the celestial Titan also further awakened the wild lust of the Wolf in me, my cock quickly filling with blood and swelling in girth and length. Thanking the Moon for her gift, I dug all four of my limbs into the ground. With a burst of new strength, I set off after the Vampire, following his trail to the prize they both craved.... Marcus {Seeing red......feeling darkness.....shaking all over...... so filled with......rage} The realization of what I was doing slowly floated through my head. I felt ill and I didn't even feel connected to my body. I could see what was going on before me, yes, but it was as if I were watching it from beside my body--an audience frozen in place: my Astral Niger (Astral Projection).I watched as "I" flung the one called Brett to wall beside his master Josh with the power of my mind, feeling the energy coursing through my body as if I were wielding it myself. My face was fixed in an inhuman scowl, my eyes no longer brown or red. They were both now pitch black, without white or color, pools of dark matter void of light.{How did......we get................to this?} My mind tried to make sense of everything that happened up to this point. { Can't remember......so angry} I struggled to regain control of any of my faculties, magickal or otherwise. {Focus,} I goaded myself, fighting the urge to give in to my burning wrath. {Focus......on.......Garrett} The very sound of his name recited in my head was as if someone flipped a switch, releasing power in me and mentally waking me from my clouded vision and train of thought. I was in the Time Beyond Time, watching my body and my surroundings crawling by at a snail's pace, a second lasting a minute and a minute an hour. I realized that conquering the temptation to harm another had activated a latent ability: Temporal Stasis (Habitus Temporal), the ability to slow or stop Time. How I wielded this gift through my Astral Self was a mystery to me, but not one I was gonna stop and evaluate. I looked down, finally discovering the source of this rage: an evil, thick web of Dark Energy that was seeping through my aura, attaching to my legs and slowly creeping up my body, consuming streams of gold and white light from my body in small amounts. {It's eating my Light--my Goodness,} I realized quickly, fighting to keep my awareness from clouding again. Where did this energy originate? I thought back to what I had learned, and found my question answered in seconds: Demon Magick, of a kind unknown to the human world for millenia. {This is the Old One's doing. He must be sending it from an alternate dimension. I have to break its connection fast, before it's too late.} I calmed my thoughts and focused on the power and goodness of Love, Light and Good Magick. I envisioned the Light being consumed by the Dark glowing brighter and stronger, willing it to burn away the tendrils of black matter wrapped around me. With thoughts of warmth and good will, I mentally intoned a Spell I crafted quickly in Latin: "Corrumpitur virtus, anima mea, quod nunc a me recedere. Amove malitiam a carne, cor meum et animam et mentem. Sit mihi armatura fidei lumen jam: viribus defendere et tueri, ut fiat! (Translation: Power that corrupts my soul, from my being now depart. Remove your evil from my body, my soul and mind and heart. May the Powers of Light purify me: defend and protect, so mote it be!) The glowing light of my aura, spirit and magicks burst forth, shining like a lighthouse beacon. The darkness, unable to withstand the radiance, loosened its grip on me and evaporated into nothingness around my body, cast out of my body and aura. The light resonated and pulsed within, cleansing me of any traces of the negative Demon energy. My body and powers were once again my own, time still ticking by in extreme slow-motion. The only trace of the Demon's power was a weak, hair-thin trail leading to nowhere. The Demon's dimension, I thought. It must be. As quick as any cat, I snatched the energy thread with my right hand before it could escape into the aether. I continued to focus on Love and Light, holding it fast, and one by one I summoned the power of the Four Directions, the Four Elements, and the Divine Realms. Channeling them through my hand, I concentrated on using the thread as a pathway to the its origin, namely the Demon, whose form I summoned in my mind's eye to give the Energies direction and intent: to fight against Demonic Evil. I didn't know if the Demon would be vanquished, since I knew not its true name nor had time to discover such knowledge. At best I knew the Demon would be at least weakened and/or incapacitated long enough to reinforce my Shields against it, barring it from possessing me again. The powers of Magick, Nature and the Divine flowed through me. Thoughts of my beloved flooded my mind and heart, my words fortified with strength: "Bonitas Magia voco te ab oriente, occidente, ab austro et aquilone. Aer et aqua, ignis et terra, et lux caelestis Mire addatur. Post tenebras a fonte suo, et cum divina vis vincere. Magiam bonitatis, conjuro te nunc. Servio gladius tuus, sic fiat." (Translation: Magick of Goodness, I call thee forth, from East and West, South and North. Air and Water, Earth and Fire, join with Light and Heavenly Mire. Follow the Darkness to its source, and vanquish it with Divine Force. Magick of Goodness, I now summon thee. I serve as thy sword-- so mote it be.) All the Magick I had summoned shone around me brightly, then swiftly focused into a swirling, sparkling ball within my body where my heart was beating. My spirit lifted within me, feeling the power of the World and the Universe course from my heart, across my chest, down my arm, through my hand and into the tiny thread. I watched as the dark thread turned golden and ignited in a vibrant green and blue flame as the light ball followed it back through the small portal it came from. I bid the energies to fly with the speed of Wind and Lightning to pass through the Realm between the Old One and me. In mere seconds, I felt my Spell hit its target on the other side. I could almost hear the roar of the Demon as Goodness and Light dealt a fierce blow, closing the miniature portal as it did. Reenergized with control fully reinstated again, my Shields erected with effortless ease around my mind, heart, body and soul. My aura glowed and crystallized, the weakened spots in it repaired and refined. Despite the situation that still awaited me when time was flowing correctly once again, I felt serene, peaceful, and powerful. My powers and connection to Magick continued to awe and amaze me, as they always have. {There is no limit to my ascension,} I thought. {No obstacle I cannot overcome.} I released the discarnate energies I had invoked back to their place in existence, giving thanks to each of them. Then I focused on merging once more with my physical body, slowly correcting the flow of time while starting to feel the physical sensations of my environment again. I made sure to divert enough of my energy to keep my "new friends" in their places on the wall. While I didn't want to eviscerate them anymore, I certainly wasn't ready to make friends. These people were vile, cruel and still keeping me, as well as others, imprisoned in this depraved form of entertainment. What my Garrett told me in my last dream echoed into my thoughts: "You must disrupt the Hunt and free the innocents trapped with you." ,"The werloga, the wolf among the sheep". The verses stayed in the front of my mind, cementing themselves there to keep my intent from wandering while also reminding me of Garrett's last words: Fear not my love, we shall meet again.... A ripple shook the room, the summoning and displacement of various energies vibrating through the air and whipping the wind around us as time returned to its normal flow. I shook my head lightly to adjust to the return from the Astral Plane to the physical. There I stood, my arms extended, still holding my would-be abusers against the wall with my psychic powers. They continued to stare at me, ignorant of the battle that began and ended within me, fear still prevalent in their hearts and minds. What was minutes for me was seconds to them. Picking up where I last left off with them, I completely threw them off with my shift in personality. "Consider this your lucky day, you sick fucks. I've suddenly had a change of heart, so you won't be subjected to slow and painful torture." They exchanged looks of confusion and aggravation. They turned back to me and opened their mouths to speak. Or yell, I wasn't sure. I didn't give them the chance. Before a sound could pass beyond their lips, I gestured them to seal shut as before, muting the words they were trying to form. I glared at them briefly, asserting my dominion and reminding them that nothing's changed. "I said I wasn't gonna torture you. I didn't say you could talk." They tried to open their mouths in vain, then after a moment they bowed their heads in submission. I smirked mischievously as I lowered my hands and met their stares. "Now, while I won't torture you in ways you never thought possible," I continued with the dark tone I adopted before," make no mistake: if we cross paths on these grounds again, you will both die--painfully." I locked eyes with Josh, his icy blues hazy with the lightest moisture of tears itching to spill down his cheeks. I pointed at Brett, the object of his concealed affection, who backed his head against the cement wall at the gesture. "Your precious boytoy first. I'll make you watch as his soul departs this world." With flaring nostrils and glaring eyes, he growled at me, his mind erupting with profanities against me as well as both anger and fear in his heart. {If you touch him, I will end you}...{You will suffer dearly for this}...{I will skullfuck you in your sleep, you freak}. Thoughts and images exploded from his being. I genuinely struck a nerve with my taunting and threatening of him. I exposed him for what he was in front of his precious student: a mortal man with mortal feelings and mortal limitations. I dethroned him as a God in front of others who would assume otherwise. I stared at young Brett, shivering against the cold wall, a sole stream of tears down his left cheek. "Until then, I will spare your lives," I nodded to him, trying to tell him with my eyes that the monster he just saw in me does not come out unprovoked. Some small glimmer of him seemed to understand my unspoken words, so I continued. "Do NOT confuse my mercy with weakness," I warned, "or you will learn quickly that even my mercy has its limits." I looked back to Josh. I saw his raised veins, the red of anger in his face. Glancing down, again I saw that his erection still had not gone down. By the Gods, I thought, what is with this guy? He has experienced the mystery and fury of Magick in spades and his dick is still his primary thought? Some men. Well, since I wouldn't kill or torture either of them, I would have to settle for giving this sexnut a different lesson in changing his ways. As I stared at his cock, I mentally searched my mental database of Spells, calling to mind the perfect one for this situation. "Still hard I see. Nothing that just happened can take your mind off your cock, huh?" His eyebrows fixed into another confused look. "In other words, I'm gonna give Josh Jr. there a much needed timeout." In a flash, I closed the gap between us and grasped his thick member roughly, inciting a moan from him. Brett screamed through closed lips, anxiety flaring in him. "Calm down, boy. I'm not gonna rip it off," I assured him, feeling a slight jerk from Josh at the word "rip". I met his eyes with a grin."While I'm sure with my power I could, that wouldn't teach you much, now would it?" I teased him, stroking his hard meat, rubbing under his cock's large mushroom head, hearing the groans escape him and feeling the pleasure awaken against his will. After a few minutes of arousing him, I raised power within me again, focused intent by visualizing the effect, and tightened my grip on his throbbing prick as I encanted: "Laetetur cor clausam humanitas mentis vires hic et nunc circum. Succensa est enim quasi ignis, liquor libidinis tuae, sed non potest agere in voluntatem tuam. Fascinum tuum, et non erit ultra resistere cunctis diebus quibus lustrare terram hanc. Fiat, fiat!" (Thy manhood clouds thy closed mind, so here and now its strength I bind. Thy lust will burn as liquid fire, but unable to act on thy desire. No more will thy phallus stand as long as ye traverse this land. So be it!) As I spoke the words of Magick, I felt their power manifesting through my will, working instantly on Josh as he hung there. My Empathy sensed that the fires of ecstasy in him began to ferociously blaze, causing his body to tremble and his breath to catch. At the same time, his swollen dick began to lose its length and girth, shrinking swiftly in size as he looked on in a mix of lust and horror. The Spell finished, I released my grip on his dick, now flaccid and useless, which hung shriveled from his nest of thick graying pubic hair. I could've sworn his eyes got so wide they nearly popped out of their sockets. He started to believe this was permanent and feared he'd never fuck an ass again. I laughed at his shock, then gave him my ultimatum. "Good," I said smoothly as I lifted his head by the chin to meet my gaze. "Now I've got your undivided attention for a change. You're in a little slice of Hell I'd like to call 'Sexual Limbo'. Lust of a 41-year-old sailor, but the equipment capabilities of a 6-year-old. Little Joshie there is gonna stay that way, tiny and wrinkled, for as long as you're within the boundaries of this place, for now and for always. So, if you enjoy fucking little boys as much as I suspect you do, I suggest that you take your little cockpig and leave this place and never return." His eyes darted to his lover, then to his junk, then back to me. "The moment you pass through the land's perimeter in leaving here, the Curse will lift." He was still shock, but some of his relief returned. Now to really mindfuck him. "However, just in case you're thinking about pretending to leave and then circle back to give me more grief..." I quickly decided to put a little extra insurance on his punishment. I waved my hand over his limp cock and again encanted words of Magick: "Si hoc, maledictus erit a te, ut celer admissis labitur, tunc fortitudine tua perpetuo impeditur." (Translation: If this curse be by thee unheeded, then thy virility be forever impeded.) "There, that's better. Now, if you leave and come back, the Curse will return and STAY with you. No more hot sex for Daddy-- ever. So, Joshua, do we have an understanding?" He weighed all his options in thought before me. Finding no solution, he hung his head and then nodded in defeat. "Amazing!" I exclaimed."He can be taught!" SLAM!! A set of doors slamming against the rock-hard walls echoed through the establishment, its sound reaching my ears and the vibration of force felt in my toes. I turned to the closed door. More company. More of these Hunters searching for easy prey. Enough is enough, I decided. Time to take the fight to them. I didn't know exactly how yet to defeat them all yet, especially those of Supernatural origin. Yet inside my head I swore: {But as long as I draw breath and wield Magick, I will find a way to victory and freedom.} I turned back to the wall, Josh and Brett still suspended above the floor, their gazes on each other and defeat in both their hearts. "Looks like our time together has expired, lovelies. Until we meet again- which, for your sake, had better not be soon," I told them both. Once more I raised my hand and channeled Magick upon them, this time only using one simple word: "Somnum!" (Translation: Sleep!) I saw the violet-colored glittering shine of Dream Magick sweep over their open eyes. Their exhaustion assisted in the Spell as both of their bodies slumped in relaxation, their eyes fluttering shut in deep sleep. "That should buy me some time to get out of this building," I said aloud. The Sleeping Spell would grant me at least an hour's time, two if I was lucky. I released the hold I had on their mouths and let them both slowly drop from the wall, their unconscious bodies sliding down to the floor. Brett laid on his side while Josh stayed propped up against the wall, his tiny member sitting uselessly between his legs. Their minds were no longer here, but each in their respective Land of Dreams, shifting restlessly as the images and scenes in their heads enticed them into deeper slumber. "I hope your Dreams teach you more than Life apparently has," I said to them softly. SLAM!!! Who or WHATever was making that noise was getting closer to my position very fast. {I have to get out of this building,} I told myself. {Outside I'll be closer to the Elements and the Moon, and then my powers will give me an advantage against most if not all my opponents.} Another Spell emerged from my memory: a minor Teleportation Spell to move a short distance. It wouldn't get me back home, but at least I'd be outside. SLAM!!!! It was coming closer. Could it be the Vampire who brought me here? The sounds and speed of his coming grew louder and louder, coming to a dead silence just outside the room. I held my breath, hoping my stillness and lack of sound would deter my new pursuer. The knob rattled and turned slightly, its lock and sturdiness amplified by the Barrier Spell I placed on it earlier. Unable to budge the lock, the person outside let go of the knob. Not a single sound was heard for several minutes. BAM!!! The sound of something blunt crashed against the door, bending the metal door inward and causing the Magick upon it to ripple and strain. BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! Each blow bent the metal inward toward the room. The position and repetition of the blows told me that this was Supernatural strength behind closed fists. It must be him. While the Barrier was strong, it wouldn't hold for much longer. Out of time, I quickly imagined the scents, sights and feelings of a natural setting and quickly cast: "Eripe me de hoc aedificium, et salvum natura!" (Translation: Take me out of this structure, and bring me safely to Nature!) In one moment, the Magick of the Barrier shattered like glass and faded away as I felt power and energy swirl around me and pick up speed. Just as the door was punched off his hinges and flew across the room toward me and I closed my eyes, the swirling vortex engulfed me before the door hit and transported me from the cold prison to somewhere else with an explosion of energy and displaced air. Where I was going I was not fully sure, but it was close by and outside on the grounds, where Hunters and unknown dangers lie waiting on the road ahead.... *Writer's Note: To get back to Garrett, his true love, Marcus still must face many obstacles before they can be reunited. 1.)The Hunters, both human and Supernatural, seeking to capture and use him for their own carnal pleasures and (as he is the 'special' Quarry, a fact known only by Nephelim, Jarek and now Taven) any one wish from the seemingly all-powerful Nephelim who was viewing these events hidden in darkness. 2.) His captor, the Vampire, who seeks to possess him- in every sense of the word, for reasons yet to be revealed. 3.) The Wolf, who seeks to possess him to spite his Vampire rival. 4.)The various traps dotted throughout the grounds, which can either help or hinder him. 5.) The task of finding and protecting all the innocents trapped with him on the estate. The list goes on. Will Marcus succeed over his oppressors and gain his freedom or will he succumb to the dark passion of this dangerous game of cat and mouse? Stick around, sex cravers! There's magick to be done! Next time- Part VII: The Witch's Task and the Vampire's Curse __________________________________________________________

“You!” I said, and it exploded out of me. “Oh, fuck... You!” Bill’s smile was a slow, dangerous thing. He reached around the back of my neck and squeezed once. “Good boy,” he said. Behind me, Mac’s tongue slipped form between my spread ass cheeks and he rose, huffing. My whole body sagged as his tongue pleasure/torture stopped. “There’s gratitude,” he said, but he sounded more amused than anything else. I couldn’t look away from Bill’s gaze – his dark eyes, the small lines around them, the dark hair greying just a bit at the temples, and the hard, masculine angles of his face. Beyond him, I saw Mac climb onto the bed where Mark was tied up. Robert, still lying on his back, nodded at him, and then reached out and almost lazily tickled Mark’s exposed underarm, making him jolt up against his bindings. Bill’s hand slid down my arm, and he started to untie my wrist. He did one, then the other, and then moved behind me. As his fingers brushed the taped rope around my ankles, I watched Mac spit once onto Mark’s already slick pucker, then line up his dick and slowly push himself inside. Mark’s body tensed and curled, but the sound that came deep from his throat was guttural and definitely one of pleasure. My other ankle was freed, and then Bill’s rough, calloused hand slid around my waist and pulled me. I awkwardly got down from the chair – my legs and arms felt like rubber, spongy and weak from my thrashing – and his arms wrapped tight around me from behind, turning me to face the four poster bed for a moment. His hard-on pressed against the small of my back, and the heat from his hairy body was electric. He was squeezing me tight enough that it was just shy of uncomfortable. “Look how happy that boy is,” Bill said into my ear, and I watched as Mac began to pick up the pace. He’d taken Mark’s shoulders in his hands, and was bucking into him with long, gyrating thrusts that made Mark’s chew at the gag in his mouth. Mac smiled at me as Bill started to walk me backwards out of the room. In the hall, Andrew passed by, naked, heading toward the room we’d just vacated. He didn’t say a word, and I knew he was waiting for his turn with Mark. From the far end of the hall, I could hear Big Al’s voice, and just barely heard the gurgle that was likely the result of him face-fucking Tim. I was shaking. No doubt Bill could tell, but he continued to steer me, and pushed through the middle door in the hall, where a bed waited that was only slightly askew. This must have been the room Robert and Mac had been in, judging from the clothes on the floor. “Boy, from the first time I saw you, I wanted you,” Bill said, and he gave me a little shove. I fell onto the bed, stomach first. “And seeing that whore ass now, I’m not sure I’m ever going to let you go.” I shivered again, and rolled onto my back, looking up at him. He was standing over me, his dick hard and its purple swollen cockhead almost spilling a single drop of precome. His thick, strong body, dusted with that dark hair, seemed tensed and ready to spring. And his smile wasn’t entirely kind. I bit my lip. What was I thinking? Maybe this was a mistake. “Tim,” I said, not sure what else to say. Bill smirked. “Tim knows what he is.” As he spoke, he moved forward slowly but purposefully, and I slid back further onto the bed. He got onto the bed between my legs, and his hands slid up and down my calves, before sliding under them and starting to lift. “Tim’s a good fuckbuddy. But you’re a boy. A whore boy. Whore boys need daddies to keep ‘em in line. And keep others lined up for ‘em. But a boy has to belong to one daddy, that’s for damn sure.” I was breathing so rapidly I could barely catch my breath. He lifted my legs, then gripped both ankles with one hand while he tugged a pillow from the head of the bed and pushed it under the small of my back, then did it again. My chin was pressed against my chest to look at him above me, and he nodded at my legs in his hand. “Grab your legs, whore boy,” he said. I obeyed on some reflex born deep. I shivered again. Mac’s assault on my ass had been one thing, and had turned me on so completely I’d agreed to... Oh my god, what I was agreeing to... This was insane! I had to stop this, I had to – Mac buried his mouth on my raised pucker, wrapping his hairy arms around my waist and tugging me up against his face. Coherent thought vanished almost immediately, and I was writhing and bucking against the hot feel of his tongue drilling into me. “Yeah, that’s a whore boy,” Bill said, coming up for air for just a moment. “You’re going to be my whore boy, aren’t you?” “Yes!” I yelled the word, and Bill’s grin was triumphant and feral. He buried his tongue in me again, licking, biting, shaking his head, swiping with his tongue, spitting, slurping, and making me thrash and grind myself for a few minutes more, until I started to speak, utterly out of my mind with what he was doing. “Oh! God! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me! God, ruin me! I’ll be your boy! Your whore boy! Please! Oh! Please fuck me and ruin me oh God!” He shifted so fast the reality took a moment to sink in. One moment his tongue was driving me wild, the next both of his thick hairy arms were to either side of my head, pinning my face between them and forcing me to look right up and into his eyes, and his hard cock was pushing hard into me, with nothing but the last few remnants of Big Al’s spunk, and a whole lot of saliva, between us. He entered me with a single, deep shove that made me cry out in an animal way, then held perfectly still, his dick buried inside me, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck!” I gasped. He nodded. “Yeah, boy. Now I fuck you. Now I make you mine.” And he did. He started to fuck me with strong, even thrusts, pulling almost out before burying himself back in. The angles the pillows made were perfect – he obviously knew what he was doing – and every stroke sent incredible sparks up and down my spine. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t concentrate. He shifted his arms, first took my face in his hands ,then turned his hands so his thumbs both slipped into my mouth, and while I sucked on them, he increased the pace of his fuck, going faster, and harder, with every grunt. Our skin grew slick against each other, and his dick – though it hit just right and was making me crazy with how he rubbed me inside – was growing painful as it pounded into my ass. He was smiling, this man who was fucking me raw and who had chosen me in some way the first time Tim had introduced us. It wasn’t a friendly smile, but a possessive one, and angry. He was grunting louder now, and his sweat dripped down onto me as his thrusts grew even harder, and I started to whimper around his thumbs. I let go of my legs, and wrapped them around the back of his ass, pulling him into me, hoping he could understand what that meant. My hands gripped at his shoulders and made a low, moaning noise around his thumbs. He pulled his thumbs free, and when my mouth opened, he spit into it. I stared in shock, and he growled at me, grinding his cock into me with a force that made me whimper. “Yeah, you’re ready, aren’t you whore boy? You’re ready for daddy to make you his? You want me to ruin you now, don’t you boy?” “Ruin me!” I begged him, and he buried his dick to the balls and his hot load burst deep inside me.

I whimpered. I twisted and writhed. I closed my eyes and bit my lip and groaned deep in my chest, but Mac’s tongue didn’t seem to tire in the slightest. His hands were gripping my ass cheeks and his strong thumbs were holding them apart while he drove his tongue into me with a series of deep and hot strokes that seemed designed to drive me insane. The litany of filthy talk that Bill was pouring into my ear wasn’t helping me control myself, either. “Oh, baby, give in,” Bill said, and I could hear the teasing promise of relief. My dick ached it was so hard again, and my back twisted as I tried to find a position that didn’t make me feel so completely vulnerable and totally fuckable. This was crazy. What was I doing? Mac’s tongue drilled in particularly deep and wet, and my whole body shook, my mouth dropped open, and I heard myself say, “Please!” Big Al laughed, and I glanced at him, feeling a shameful heat rush to my face. “I’m gonna go check on Tim. Maybe fuck his face a while,” the huge man said, and left the room. His voice trailed after him, a bit louder from the hallway, “I’ll tell Andrew where to find you.” From the four-poster bed, Robert began to grunt loudly as he continued to hammer his dick into the prone – and bound – and blindfolded – Mark. Bill turned my head to make me look at the scene on the bed. Robert was slick with sweat, his blond chest hair now dark with it, and Mark was covered in a sheen of perspiration of his own. His head sagged under the onslaught that Robert was delivering. Robert’s arm shifted, wrapping around Mark’s neck, and he pulled hard on him, still thrusting in short rough bursts. “Tell me you fucking want it, boy!” he nearly yelled into Mark’s ear. I heard Mark’s gagged reply – “Efffffff, Uhhhrrrr!” – as I saw Robert ram himself in deep and growl out a long, low, “Fuck!” He’d just come deep inside Mark. “Yeah,” Bill said, his voice excited. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, boy?” Behind me, Mac’s tongue circled, twisted, licked, dove – I was nearly sobbing now, hyperventilating in my attempt to suck in a completely breath. On the bed, Mark had collapsed as much as his bound limbs would let him, and Robert rolled off him. His dick came free with a slurping sound, and I saw the spunk dribble down his thick shaft as the hairy sweaty man lay on his back beside the prone young man. I twisted and writhed on the hot wet tongue drilling into my pucker. Bill took both sides of my head and met my gaze, smiling almost cruelly. “Think how that’d feel, boy – all those cocks, all that freedom....” He leaned in closer. “Tim loves it, and he knew you’d love it, too.” Behind me, Mac buried his tongue deep and flicked it inside my hole. I could feel the mix of cum and spit dripping onto his chin, and I let out a groan of animal need. My ass wasn’t full enough. A tongue was always like this – it drove me mad, wanted me to be more full, wanted that slick wet heat to be something thicker, harder, and longer. “Look at your friend,” Bill said. “Ever seen him more relaxed?” Bill turned my head to look at where Mark lay. His back was moving slowly, taking in huge slow breaths on the bed. His legs and arms sagged in the ropes, and his little round ass – now rubbed raw and red from the hairy men who’d topped him – was wet with sweat and spunk. I groaned with frustration and need. “Fuck!” I nearly screamed the word. Mac’s tongue darted just right and I shivered bodily again. “Oh, fuck! Please!” I was nearly crying. Any moment now I would be. “You want a dick in your whore boy ass, don’t you, boy?” Bill asked, in a deeply amused tone. “Yes!” I begged, “Yes!” I clenched my jaw, pushed my ass back hard onto Mac’s face. I could feel him rooting in my pucker like a man possessed. I felt my eyes fill with frustrated tears. “You’ve had the only clean dick in the house,” Bill said. I sobbed. “So,” Bill said, leaning in close again, and wrapping his rough hand around the back of my neck. “You’re going to have to ask us for our dirty cocks. You’re going to have to ask all of us to ruin your hole with our dirty, hard, raw, rough,” each word was punctuated with a shake of my neck, “mean, daddy cocks.” Mac’s tongue drilled and twisted, and I squirmed and writhed. Insane. This was insane. I shivered again, shook, and then - “Please!” I yelled. “Please! Ruin me! Fuck me! Please, god, please!” Mac didn’t stop for a moment. I was definitely crying now. “Who first?” Bill asked, his smile wicked, as he added “But understand, boy, you’re asking for all of us, eventually.”

When I was still dating my ex, an older daddybear type who definitely opened my eyes to many new facets of sex that I found thrilling, kinky, nasty or scary (and all the more thrilling for being kinky, scary or nasty), he would bring over some DVDs or VHS cassettes (and his VCR, since I didn’t own one) of his favourite porn, and we’d watch them together. It was a kind of litmus test, I think – he’d watch my reaction (and my dick) to see what new discoveries he could show me and expand my horizons and sexual appetite. This was how I learned I had a thing for bears, and how he convinced me to visit a glory hole (and suck my first anonymous cock), and how he got me to try handcuffs, and get spanked, and all sorts of other things. His favourites were always pretty much a reflection of us – older hairy types (usually burly rather than gym-muscular) and younger smaller types (or otter types), but definitely the big older stud fucking the younger fella. Preferably bareback. All of this turned my on like crazy, and most of the time we wouldn’t make it to the end of the cassette or DVD because I’d go down on him, and that’d lead to him fucking me, and pretty much ended our viewing session until we were sweaty and sticky. When he showed me his copy of “Dawson’s 20 Load Weekend” we had some pretty hot fucking sex thereafter, and the entire time he was plowing me, his beard was at my ear. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he’d say, grabbing my waist and ramming himself home, “Getting fucked over and over, fucking filled to overflowing, eh?” God it got me hot. After that video he showed me the video “What I Can’t See.” In that one, a blindfolded guy gets fucked by random studs, and holy crap that was even more of a turn on. When my daddybear fucked me during that movie, he covered my eyes with my shirt first (pulling it over my head half-way) and this time his voice added another layer “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he said again, adding “Getting fucked by strangers? Anonymous studs fucking your ass, eh?” I blew a massive load that night. Over the days and weeks that followed, he teased confessions out of me. Yes, I found both videos incredibly erotic, and yes, I had to admit the thought of being fucked by some stranger was definitely hot. Yes, being blindfolded would make it even hotter, but it must have been obvious that I was a freaked out as much as I was turned on. He understood my attraction/aversion struggle, and teased me over and over again, showing me more scenes, fucking me and talking nasty to me, and bringing the discussion around again and again, nudging a little further every time. Soon we were talking not just about anonymous blindfolded sex with strangers, but without condoms, and that was a topic that – at first – had me totally freaked out (but rock hard, as he’d point out, often with his finger up my ass). When I finally voiced my real concern – “What about, y’know, the danger?” – I hadn’t even really managed to say it out and out – what about the fact I was negative? He just nodded, but while he was fucking me that night, during which I was wearing a blindfold, he whispered in my ear "Yeah, you don’t know who I am, do you? Just some random dick up your ass. You can’t even see me. You don’t know anything about me. For all you know, I’m about to fill you with dirty cum. Admit it – the thought of the risk turns you on.” I shot all over my stomach while he fucked me, his hairy stomach sliding over my load while he rammed in deep and unloaded. I was even more confused – and aroused – after that. Then came my birthday. I should mention here that my daddybear was a graphic designer, more or less, as his job. He’d make me sexy posters sometimes, or take pictures of me and do things to the image – putting my face on the body of a guy getting gangbanged, for example. He was good at it, and at least once a month there’d be some sort of picture in my in-box or a printout on my bed. I still have them. My birthday was coming, and he had a surprise for me. We’d been fucking – I think I was handcuffed to the bed rail - and, for leverage, he’d been doing me doggy style. Affterwards we’d lay down in the bed and he’d reached under it for my present. It came in a large tube – it was basically a poster, though there was a blindfold and a sharpie in the tube as well. When I unrolled it, it said, at the top “Happy Birthday!” and at the bottom there were two rows of four guys, each cut off around the neck and knees, naked. They were all more or less my 'type': big guys, some hairier than others, some more gym-strong than burly-strong – a mix of studs that definitely made me grin. Beneath the “Happy Birthday!” and above the eight graphics, however, was a box of text. It led with “Your Birthday Spit-roast Surprise!” To paraphrase, it said that for my birthday, my daddybear had arranged for eight possible hook-ups with guys I’d never met. Each of the men pictured below (though without faces), had seen all sorts of pictures of me, and even watched one or two of the videos the daddybear had taken of himself fucking me or me sucking him and were definitely interested in fucking me – bareback – and dumping a load in me while I was blindfolded and sucking the daddybear’s dick. That’d be my birthday party. I stared at my daddybear, and my dick got rock hard, even though we’d just fucked. “Seriously?” I asked. He nodded remarking “You just gotta pick one. I’d love to watch your ass get tagged by any of those fuckers.” He gave me the marker, and made a circling gesture. Then, he leaned in, and whispered in my ear. “And maybe one of those studs isn’t entirely sure about his status.” I immediately started shaking. And got hornier. And more excited. And aroused. And afraid. Everything all at once. My birthday was in four days. The next three days were a mess – I was up and down about making a decision. I pulled out the poster and stared at it a few times, and when I came home on the night before my birthday, the poster was pinned up over my bed, and the marker was on my pillow. One of the guys was incredibly hairy – the hairiest guy I’d ever seen. You could barely see his nipples on his chest. He was a bear in shape as well – thick chested, with a bit of a gut, and a thick cock nestled in the pubic hair. I circled that one with the sharpie, and barely slept at all that night. I knew my daddybear would check my apartment while I was at work the next day, and that when I got home.... I jerked myself off thinking about it, even as I felt my stomach ache with worry. When I got home, sure enough, he was there. We had a slice of cake, and then he brought out the blindfold, checked his watch, and grinned at me. “Time for your party.” We both stripped and settled on my bed, legs spread. I crawled between his legs and started to suck his cock. After a while he tied the blindfold on me, and instantly my hearing seemed to be in overdrive. He got up, leaving me on the bed, and moved around the room for a while, leaving me there, aroused and completely at a loss and helpless. I heard him moving things, and assumed it was at least one camera – he liked to take pictures of us, like I said. Then he came back to the bed, and I went down on him again. A short while later – which felt like an eternity of sucking on his hard cock while my stomach turned in knots – I heard my apartment door open, and my entire body shook. My ex put his hands on my head, and held me down on his dick while I heard someone come into the room, undo his belt and strip, and then felt the bed shift behind me. The stranger I’d picked never said a word. He ate my ass for a while, slurping and licking at my hole and making me moan and writhe and shift from being terrified to being turned on to being totally aroused – nothing makes me hornier than having a bearded mouth rim my pucker – and between this stranger’s attention, the dick in my mouth, and my daddybear’s commentary, I was soon so incredibly turned on I was up on my hands and knees, pushing my ass into the stranger’s face. Blindfolded, every other sensation went crazy. The man’s hands on my ass and waist seemed incredibly rough, his breathing seemed loud. My daddybear’s precum tasted incredible. His voice seemed to fill the room “He’s gonna fuck you raw, birthday boy,” my daddybear said, and I nearly came on the spot, moaning around his dick. When the stranger’s hairy arms pressed into my sides and he guided his cockhead into my hole, I did come, shooting all over my sheets and moaned like crazy while the daddybear fucked my throat. I heard the guy laugh behind me – a low chuckle, and then he pushed himself home. As soon as his dick was inside me, it seemed as if I was being electrocuted. I buzzed, shivered and writhed. Four hands held me tight and two dicks fucked me at both ends. The lack of lube – though there was plenty of spit – made my ass tight and raw against the thick cock up my hole, and my daddybear’s balls started to tighten almost the moment the man behind me was inside me. He came pretty soon after, too – though he kept his dick in my mouth and soon grew hard again while I sucked and slurped up his cum. I moaned, grunting, and basically throwing myself back on the anonymous cock that was fucking me. The man was so hairy – I could feel his thighs and arms and, when he leaned forward, his stomach and chest, and the sensation had me half-way to another orgasm. He wasn’t exceptionally rough, but he wasn’t gentle, either – it was a strong man’s fuck, and I felt every thrust. When he gripped me and let out a low series of grunts, I knew he was cumming. The anonymity of the situation - that I didn’t know this guy’s status – hit me and it was the most intense moment of my life. When he came the series of liquid bursts up my ass seemed so hot I actually yelped, my daddybear’s dick popping-out of my mouth. I reached down and jerked my dick and shot in moments. Total mindfuck. The big hairy stud (who I never actually saw) got off the bed shortly after that, withdrawing his dick out of my ass only after his load had completely blown up my ass. I heard him dressing as my daddybear and the other guy spoke to each other: “Yeah, that’s what he wanted for his birthday, all right.” “Fuck yeah, you filled his ass, didn’t you?” “You liked that, didn’t you boy? You liked his cock up your ass?” I squirmed, aware I was naked, dripping spunk from my ass and my chin, and that the man who’d just fucked me, who I had not yet seen, and I didn’t know, was watching the scene. Then I heard him zip-up, buckle his belt, and then I heard him leave. My daddybear fucked my face until he came again, and then told me to stay put while he moved around the room, fingered my ass a few times, and pushed his cummy finger to my lips for me to taste, and then eventually he let me take off the blindfold. He picked up the sharpie, and went to the poster, still naked. “This guy knows he was clean,” he said, and scratched off one of the studs I hadn’t picked. I realized he was going to tell me, one by one, and watched him intently. The reality that the guy fucking me might have given me more than a load hit me again, and I shook while – achingly slowly – my daddybear crossed off stud after stud, saying “Clean,” or “Neg.” He, of course, left the last two choices to include the guy I’d picked and one other, and then, with a malicious smirk, crossed off the guy I’d just let fuck me raw and said, “Clean.” He drew a question mark on the other guy. My whole body flushed. Then my daddybear rolled me over, got hard again, and fucked me with the other guy’s cum as lube. As our relationship started to get rocky – he loved to fuck around, as did I, and inevitably I started to realize we were more fuckbuddies than boyfriends, and was young enough for that to make me feel bad sometimes – he’d get a little meaner sometimes. That turned me on, and made our sex life all the more enjoyable, even as it made everything else a bit more confusing for me. Eventually, when he’d had enough of me being alternately clingy and avoiding, he broke it off, though before the week was out, he was over and fucking me, though he made it clear that it was just sex. A month or so later, we weren’t seeing each other more than once a month, but again it was to have sex that was getting all the rougher – he would fuck me with very little lube, and I found I really enjoyed that, especially when he’d talk dirty to me. Then he got offered a job in B.C. and he mentioned he would move in about a month. The second tube arrived about a week after that. It was pretty much like the first one, but with a few major differences. First, instead of “Happy Birthday!” at the top, it had a picture of me being spit-roasted by the daddybear and the hairy guy. Although the photograph only showed them from the shoulders down, I knew it was them. (On the other hand, I was shown in full, including the blindfold). Second, at the bottom of the poster were photographs of four guys instead of eight who were depicted on the birthday poster. Again, they were burly hairy guys, and again, the photograph was from the chest-down to each guy's dick. Of course all four guys were all pretty much exactly my type. Third, the text in the middle of the poster read “Break-up pimp fuck!” and invited me to pick one or two of the guys from the four, and I’d get fucked good (twice, if I picked two). My ex-daddybear would show up, help me set up, and then let the guy (or guys) in to have fun with me. It’d be his goodbye present to me. Fourth: there was a mailing label with the sharpie and fresh new blindfold. Fifth: he had included a handwritten note: “Three of the guys are sure they’re neg.” To say that I was even more a mix of arousal and conflict would be understating it. If I picked one guy, there was a one-in-four chance I’d be getting more than a good fuck. Was I even considering it? God yes I was! But if I picked two guys? That was insane.... Except there were two guys there on the poster who really turned my crank: one was guy who, like the guy who had fucked me a few months ago, was very hairy. The other was just the perfect mix of what looked like a blue-collar type or a former wrestler who’d started to get soft around the edges – still damned strong – I got the impression he had no chest hair at all. I drove myself crazy for days, made my decision, wrapped up and mailed the tube, and then drove myself even crazier waiting. My ex-daddybear called me to tell me what night he’d be over, and my stomach re-tied itself in knots. I ended up choosing both guys. My soon-to-be-gone ex-daddybear came over, had me strip, put on the blindfold, and handcuffed me to my headboard. He awkwardly stood between my arms and I heard him put the poster up over my bed, pinning it in place. Then he stepped out from where my arms were cuffed, and got off the bed. Again, I heard him moving about the room, and finally he leaned in close to my ear and said, “You’re the best fuckboy I ever had. I’m glad you let me set up a proper goodbye for you.” When he kissed me, I got so hard I moaned, and he laughed, slapping my ass, and then pulling away. “I’ll be back when they’re done,” he said, and with that he left. I didn't have long to wait. Judging from the hair I could feel on the first guy’s thighs and chest, I figured it was the hairier stud who came in first, rather than the one I was calling “the former footballer” in my head. He was verbal, and chuckled when he came into the room. “Damn, that’s a sweet view,” I remember him saying. When he crawled onto the bed and poured lube into my ass, he rubbed his finger up and down against my pucker and told me he “Couldn’t wait to ride that boy ass ragged.” I groaned, and made little animal noises. He delivered on his promise. I don’t know if my ex-daddybear told him that I’d enjoyed a rough fuck or not, but my hands were gripping the headboard and I was letting out yelps and groans and moans while this stranger fucked me with what I think was honestly the roughest fuck I’ve ever had. He was brutal, and between that and not knowing anything about him – especially his status – my body was in overdrive. I didn’t come while he fucked me – though despite his rough thrusts I stayed very hard – but I was swearing and pushing back to meet each angry thrust of his cock. When he came in me, he said, “Yeah, take that, boy! Take it!” and the phrasing had me so terrified – and turned on – that I pretty much yowled. The noise was a cross between begging and crying out in fear. He laughed, slapped my ass, thrust a few more times for good measure, and then pulled out. He dressed, fingering me a few times or slapping my ass a few more times, and then with a very casual “Thanks, boy,” he left. It felt like ages before the door to my apartment opened again. I knew this guy was the former footballer, and I could feel the cum from the other guy leaking out of my sore hole. Unlike the first guy, he didn’t speak. He fingered me for a while, which made me groan and twist on his finger since my ass was sore, and then he lined himself up and shoved in. He wasn’t as rough as the first guy – though my ass was so sore it didn’t matter, it still ached and burned – but he had more stamina by far. He gripped my waist and just fucked me. It felt like an hour went by (though it turned out it was closer to twenty minutes) – he changed his tempo a few times, and whenever he’d speed up, I’d groan and moan and push back against him, thinking this was it – but then he’d slow down and take more time. I didn’t speak to either of the two men who fucked me, but I made a lot of noise – I yelped and groaned and moaned and both seemed to like that. The former footballer reamed my ass until he finally pushed forward and buried his load so deep up my roughly fucked pucker that I saw stars. I felt his sweaty chest against my back, and nearly fell off my knees. My dick ached with the need to release. In my head, I was doing the math of the risk, and what my ex-daddybear had said came back to me saying “Admit it – the thought of the risk turns you on.” Damn he knew me. I desperately wanted to cum. The guy left, and I crouched there, ass in the air, on my knees, blindfolded and cuffed to my headboard, while I waited. A while passed, and then my ex-daddybear came into the apartment. He moved around – I imagined he was taking down his cameras again, if he’d set them up before. Eventually I felt him climb onto the bed, and then awkwardly put first one leg, then the other, between me and the headboard. He crouched, pushing his ass against my face. “Eat my ass while daddy marks your poster for you,” he said. I licked at his hairy ass, and listened. “Daddy’s gonna put X’s through the guys who know they are neg,” he said. I head the sharpie squeak on the poster. “That’s one,” he said, and I buried my tongue up his ass. He groaned in satisfaction. I was wild at that moment – so desperate to see – so terrified to know. He pressed back against my face, and I heard the sharpie squeak again. “That’s two.” I licked at him, sucked at him, loved the taste of his sweaty ass. I was going to miss him something fierce. The sharpie squeaked a third time. “That’s three,” he said. He shifted awkwardly, turning around, and I felt his dick enter my lips. I sucked him off, one last time, and he shot his load all over my face, then made me lick his sticky dick clean. He climbed out from where my arms were cuffed, and spent a little longer gathering and cleaning up, then I heard him move around more. Then I heard the click of the light switch and he said “I’ve turned off the lights,” he said, close to my ear, and “I’m going to undo your cuffs, and then I’m going to leave. You don’t take your blindfold off until you count to one hundred, you got it?” “Okay,” I answered. It was the last thing I’d say to him before he left. “Good boy,” he said. Those were the last he said to me. He unlocked the cuffs, and then, true to his word, he left. I counted to one hundred, pulled off the blindfold, and – hands shaking, each still looped in a cuff with the other end not attached to the headboard, I turned on my lamp. At first, I was confused. I looked up at the poster, and instead of the “X” marks he’d said he’d cross through the guys who were neg, I saw that on all four of the guys from which I’d chosen, there were phone numbers written instead, along with the words: “Call them when you want more, fuckboy.” He must have written that before he’d come over, given that I’d only heard short squeaks from the sharpie – only enough to cross out, not enough to write phone numbers. But what....? Then I looked up, remembering the note he’d written. “Three of the guys are sure they’re neg.” At the top of the page, where there was the picture of me getting spitroasted the first time, he’d put three X’s through me, himself, and the hairy fucker who’d plowed me. Those were the three guys who were sure they were neg. I felt cum leak out of my ass, and my whole body shivered. I grabbed my dick, and jerked off into the sheets, looking at the former footballer’s phone number.

My usual bookstore trips consist of a loose pair of cargo shorts ( pockets holding lube, poppers, gum, small flashlight , tit toy or 2) a very loose or oversized tank top, and flip flops. When I get to the bookstore and into a booth, the tank gets pulled up and over my head to expose my tits, the shorts drop , and I get barefoot--guys know right away with a glance in the booth that I am ready to be their pig hole