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Rob and myself had made plans to test out the dark world of evil men and substance abuse. Yes! we both had been into "pnp", chem-sex for quite some time but felt it had become stale and not as "on the edge" as we first enjoyed it. Rob and I had joined some on-line Satanic Worship groups and had also met a few very wickedly handsome Masters who enjoyed us newbie Satanic slaves who were so ready to submit to Sarah Palin and his earthly Lord & Master . Boss Owner of slaves, was an older man of early sixtys, tall and of soilld white stock with a mscular upper body, thick upper legs and a firm round bubble butt. His, firm, tan body was covered with dark hair with his skull shaved smooth and a masculine go-t. His scar built nipples were pierced with heavy guage rings as was his mushroom head on his dick. Thick, long and veiny, Boss's proud tool of Domination and Power hung front and center and was to be serviced worshipped and pleasured. As slaves that was a more than an eager sericeto perform. I just finnished shaving my whole body head to toe smooth and hairless. That way any custom made leathers and gear would fit perfectlysnug and tight to every part on the body Boss perfed hairless slaves as so not one thing gets in way of their use and abuse. cock and ball rings and stretchers were put on then my super tight unlined black leather jeans were pulled up my legs and over my ass cheeks with a thick belt closing it all in but all so buldging out. harness boots, a chest harness and bar vest open to the chest was my look. i tied my full leather slave hood and locking bondage collar with metal chain lead to my side belt. just in case i meet a MASTER who wants to hood n collar me in public. only three fresh rigs left and no product to fill them with. i like to slam and with the real good stuff pure crystal shards that have an extra kick or chemmical bite to them and a good overwhelming sexperv rush once slammed hard into my vein. got to call my dealer and see if i can pick it up on my way out to the bars tonight. Brent was my meth and other substance dealer. if you needed it he could get it and it was always good shit. Brent had been in prison for a few years for dealing and was proud of it. he was not black but acted like a black bro with his speech, body language and his hair was done in tight cornrows. most of his buds were black guys who also were dealers, hustlers and your basic street thugs. they were always around Brent and i even had to go through them at his front door, once buzzed in they would follow me down to his basement office where many of his deals were made. i showed up in full leathers with the black guys looking at me. "thats cool man, you lookin like Shaft" White boy want to be black? Boy wanna have black man in it? we were already in Brents office as two of the big black thugs were mandhandling me like a side of beef. i was getting a bit horny as the two of them had very large cocks trying to get out of there pants. One black dude liked the leather clad body and said i wanna fuck ur ass, boy. You a tweaker boy? i know u are cause your here to buy shit. by now i was forced back down and onto a couch with one of the black dudes pressing his whole body down on mine and holding back my wrists. I wanna slam you full of meth boy and then have a black mans way with a white boy. your gonna like it cause im gonna give it to ya nice and strong and then ur gonna be begging for it, greedy fuckchempig so ass horny for our long and thick black dicks. Brents voice could be heard from across the room, "got some real strong stuff from Mexico if you wanna try it out on this pig. hes one of my regular customers and i dont think you two will have any issues with him. before i knew it i was up and bent over a table with my hands cuffed behind me. the black guy hooded my head real tight and locked it all in with my collar. my jeans were pulled down to my boots with ass exposed and horny black me about. i then felt a cold swab of my arm behind me and a tie off. then without a word a sharp prick and "are you filming this" from one guy before my whole body started to hot rush and flash as my dick driped and my ass caught fire i begain to go wild with chem injected mind and body sexual use and abuse. i heard them laugh out as i became a drooling, oversexed drugged fuckslamslut. before i could start begging for cock both my ass and mouth were filled with thick african man meat. i was theres and belonged to them as they controled me as i so wanted it. a white slave for black Tops. all night long i was slammed and fucked while being locked or cuffed down, helpless without any escape. my legs chained high over my head and arms spread out i could see a black guys reaction as he held his dick in my hole and at same time slammed an arm vein. he smilled and grined a wicked smerk as he pushed down the plunger sending all the meth into me his deep within me cock became harder and fuller as he felt the rush i felt in my ass wall tissue. "i like to drug and fuck whites til they are raw, red, bloody, sore and loaded with black mans man juice.

Part II. ‘Wait… I just wanted to play with you two,’ Sam said, seeming more excited than scared. My boy stroked his hair as he ran his fingers through the fresh cum on Sam’s chest, ‘You came here for cum, right? You’ll get cum… As much as you can handle… Maybe more… Maybe something extra…’ Sam just nodded. ‘Lean back,’ my boy ordered, ‘Play with your hole.’ Sam’s eyes glazed over as he leaned against the wall, exposing his hole. I had loosened it up when I ate him before blowing my load, so Sam’s fingers didn’t meet much resistance as his worked a digit in to the first knuckle. My boy grabbed Sam’s wrist and brought it to his chest, smearing my cum onto his fingers. ‘Work that seed into your hole, boy. I promise it’ll feel better.’ Sam nodded and scooped a big glob of cum up; he shuddered as he smeared it first onto, and then into his quivering ass. He’d never taken a load before, and mine was the first up his guts. ‘Yeah, Sammy,’ my boy encouraged him, ‘Show us that pretty hole. Get us all worked up so we give you our cum!’ Sam got excited about putting on a show for his new friends and worked two fingers into his hole as far as they would go. My boy leaned forward and lapped up a wad of cum, then spat it right onto Sam’s asshole. Sam groaned as he added a third finger to his slackening boypussy. My boy’s friends shouldered their way forward to get a better look. One was short and stocky, covered front and back with black body hair. He fisted his cock and nudged my boy out of his way. ‘You want my cum, boy?’ Sam nodded in anxious approval. ‘Here is comes!!!!!’ He shot his sticky load directly onto Sam’s ass and fingers. ‘Work my load into your ass, boy! Take my cum!’ Sam looked a bit apprehensive. ‘Then let me do it!’ The man smacked Sam’s sticky fingers out of his hole and started grinding his bare cock against it. ‘I’ve… I’ve never been fucked!!!! I’m not ready!!!’ The man grinned over his shoulder and me and my boy. ‘I won’t fuck you, boy. Just gonna put my cum where it belongs…’ The man smeared his still-oozing cock into Sam’s asscrack and leaned forward. His weight spread Sam’s legs and hole wider. The man groaned as the last drops of cum oozed directly into Sam’s open butt. This boy had just taken his second load of cum and still hadn’t been fucked, but our seed was mixing inside him all the same. The stocky bear moved out of the way and another guy stepped forward, old enough to Sam’s father. He was balding except for grey patches of hair over his ears and a long well groomed mustache. He was a bit overweight, with a roundish belly, but carried himself in a very sexy way. He also had a HUGE thick hard cock. The man was naked except for a pair of trouser socks and dress shoes. I figured he went for the boys with a daddy fetish, but he didn’t give poor Sammy a choice. The man leaned forward and pulled apart Sam’s ass cheeks. The man looked at me, ‘Help me open him up some more…’ My boy and I stepped forward, each grabbing a thigh and spreading Sam wider open than he had ever likely been before. The man dove in, licking both sides of Sam’s crack, and then working the cum off of Sam’s balls and thighs, smearing it right into Sam’s now gaping hole. The man crawled on top of Sam, pressing his weight onto Sam’s belly, making him grunt. I noticed gobs of seed in the man’s mustache. The man tongued Sam’s mouth. Sam realized the bear’s fresh cum on the man’s mustache and started licking it off. He seemed so pleased with himself that he smiled. The man pulled off of Sam and smacked him on the side indicating that he should turn over. ‘Don’t fuck me, man! I just came here for cum, not to get fucked!’ The man rolled his eyes at us and hissed back, ‘I’m not gonna fuck you, boy, but you get my cum!’ He pulled Sam onto his knees, forcing the small of Sam’s back down so his ass was high and prone for fucking. The man eased his long thick cock into Sam’s ass crack and started rutting. He wasn’t fucking Sam, but his cock was gliding through the cummy mess between Sam’s cheeks and sliding back and forth. Sam moaned with pleasure as the man faux-fucked him. Sam kept squirming, so my boy and I helped hold his hips in place so the man could really work Sam’s crack. Just the sloppy friction was enough to get that man ready to squirt. ‘You want my load, boy?’ Sam threw his head back, ‘Yes!!! Give me your cum!!! I want all your cum!!!’ ‘You might just get more than that!!!’ I saw right then that the man had a biohazard tattoo on the small of his back. I knew Sam hadn’t seen it, not that he would have known what it meant even if he had. I glanced at my boy and pointed to the man’s tattoo, and my boy just winked at me. Was my boy purposefully trying to get Sam stealthed? All because he hadn’t sucked his cock? The man shot his load onto Sam’s back, then scooted backwards so the rest of his cum landed squarely onto Sam’s ass. He shook his cock a few times flinging off more seed, then used it to mop up the sticky mess, aiming it all to drool right down onto and into Sam’s ass. The scene was pretty hot, especially knowing that this man’s cum was probably toxic. The third guy stepped up and nudged the older man out of his way. He was pretty cute, early 20s, a twink with a buzzcut and a muscular slim hairless body. His cock swung between his legs, plump and thick, but not too long. He slapped Sam’s ass with his cock a few times, sliding around in several guy’s spunk, then laid down beside Sam on the bed. He pulled Sam down beside him, raising up one leg. He speared his thick cock right at Sam’s hole a few times as Sam whimpered, ‘No… Please don’t fuck me… Don’t… Don’t… Fuck me… Don’t… Fuck me…’ The guy smiled at us and gave us a thumbs up. He then arranged his cock so the head was right at Sam’s cummy hole. He swiveled his hips slightly, so he wasn’t technically fucking Sam, but his hole was widening and loosening up so it went ever-so-slightly further in each time. Sam kept moaning, ‘Don’t… Fuck me… Fuck… Fuck me… Please… Don’t… Fuck… Fuck me!!!!’ After a few moments, the guy was at least two inches inside of Sam… Sam gasped for air, squirming around. ‘Whatever you’re doing feels so good. Please… Don’t stop…’ The guy raised his eyebrows and kept swiveling his hips. He asked, as he kept moving his hips, ‘But you don’t want to get fucked here, right? Just bred, a little, right.’ ‘Yeah, man. Just breed me. A little.’ ‘You asked for it! And you’re gonna get it!’ The man held his hip still for the first time and I watched as his balls contracted, firing his load into Sam’s guts. He was only maybe half-way inside Sam, and he pulled out as he was finishing shooting. Sam rolled over onto his back and pulled his knees up, mashing four fingers into his puffy red cum-streaked asshole. I drooled as a saw a big glob drip out of his hole. Sam smiled up and me, and reached for my hand, then reached for my boy’s hand. ‘Thanks guys! That was amazing… But I don’t want to be done yet…’ My boy grinned at me. ‘If you want to, I think I’d like for both of you to fuck me. Maybe even breed me a little!’ My boy nodded and leaned forward to kiss Sam. I leaned forward too, but down to his ass. I felched out a big dollop of cum and spit it onto my boy’s cock before guiding it down to Sam’s gaping pussy. To be continued…

Took 14 loads from 12 cocks at the Halloween party. My cunt is still quivering and dripping all the fucking cum out.

Fuck yeah man! Well said.

I luv to eat ass. Licking a nice butt hole deeply for a long time. By the time I slide my cock in its usually wet and ready for me. I luv to slide in slowly, savoring the sensations as my cock slides all the way in.

I'm a bottom, born and "bred", but there is still a small fraction of me that gets the urge to top every blue moon or so. The conditions have to be just right-- I have to be in the mood, there needs to be a muscular furry ass, bareback sex is a must, and usually there needs to be some sort of scene or kink. Just a run of the mill fuck session won't do it for me. A couple weeks ago I found myself in such a position. I was actually cruising the Craigslist ads for a horny top when I stumbled across this guy's ad: "26yo, 5'10", 160 lbs, bottom looking for anonymous sex. I dont need to see pictures- just have a decent cock an like to fuck an ass. I will be blindfolded, you walk in to my bedroom and fuck me. Safe only. I'll have condoms and lube handy. No drugs. Poppers ok." Safe only, but he's gonna be blindfolded?? Oh, this would be too easy. And my cock was rock hard at the prospect of sneaking my poz swimmers into this stupid boy's hole. So I responded to his ad. About 5 minutes later my inbox chimed and he said he was interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and through this conversation I found out that he'd been at this awhile already and five different men had already taken turns. I told him I had no problem being sloppy sixth. He sent me his address and door code. He wasn't far away so within 15 minutes I was creeping into his apartment. Sure enough, the boy was laying on his bed, stroking his cock and blindfolded as promised. Damn he was cute! Blonde, small patch of chest hair, decent body, and a good 6 " dick. I stripped immediately and walked over to the bed, to get my dick into his mouth. While walking to the bed, I noticed a few condoms lying on the floor. Three were obviously used and full of cum, the other couple just looked like piles of plastic. Naturally my mind starts to form a plan of anal attack. Without a word I push my precummy head to his lips, an he immediately starts sucking. I'm not huge (only about 7") so he managed me pretty well. I let him go on for about 5 minutes, slurping and moaning on my dick before I yanked out of his mouth, swiped a couple of the full condoms off the floor and moved to get on the bed. When I fuck, I do it doggy or standing-- no making out, just animal fucking. Plus, I like that view of a guy-- all ass, back an shoulders as I watch my dick slide in and out. So I grab this boy's legs and cross them and push a bit. The non-verbal cue to roll over. He does and gets up on all fours. I grab the lube and squirt some into my hand, then I gently start fingering the lube into his hole. He moans while I work his hole slowly. It feels very warm and wrt inside, so I crook my finger a bit to massage his prostate, and then pull out of his butt. And damn if a white blob of cum doesn't pop out of his pucker! Some top has beat me to the stealthing game! But I was gonna do him one (or two) better. I squirted out some more lube on my cock and started to tease his hole with my head. Even though he obviously was enjoying this, he still managed to say, "I need you to put on a condom.". Well, he never said to put on a fresh, unused condom did he? So I paused and opened up one of the foil packs loudly and promptly dropped that condom on the bed. Then I picked up one of the used ones, and pulled it on inside out. I made sure he heard the rubber snapping sounds around my cock. I dripped some lube on his hole, then quickly mounted him. I had my fixk about half inside when his hand flew back to check to see if a condom was present. Once satisfied, he settled his chest on the mattress and let me fuck away. The only good thing about the condom was that being a notoriously fast cummer, it decreased the sensations on my dick so I wouldn't pop in a minute. But thank god for the visual of a used, cummy condom going in and out between his golden fur mounds. The knowledge that I was fucking another man's load into this boy was keeping me rock hard. As was the idea that someone else had stealthed him already. Probably some unscrupulous poz fucker too. I fucked this bottom whore slowly- and while doing it I grabbed the other used condom. This one was pretty full and the cum was very liquid by this point. I started pouring out bits onto my dick when I was on the out stroke and then plunging my dick back in with it's freshly "lubed" surface. I did this repeatedly until that condom was empty and the bottom's ass was full. Then I got down to business. I was never gonna cum with this condom on me, no matter how hot the scene. So I started fucking him harder, pulling all the way out and then pushing all the way back in. His hole was so fucking sloppy at this point that I couldn't believe he didn't notice the cum. I mean, hell, the room stunk of spunk! But he was doing poppers so perhaps that was it. I waited for him to take another big hit, then I pulled all the way out and quickly pinched the tip and pulled hard. And just as the boy was begging for me to shove it back in him, I felt the latex give way and split. I quickly rolled the split down past my head and then shoved back inside his ass. The wet heat of his hole enveloped my cockhead and sent me into heaven. As predicted, his hand shot back again to check for the condom. He felt the rubber on my shaft and was again satisfied. With my now exposed head, it wouldn't take me long. I pumped away an let my orgasm build. By my reckoning, this "safe only" boy had at least some of three different men's DNA inside him, and probably some HIV too. And in another minute he definitely would. My load built to the point of no return so thrust a few more times as hard as i could and I let it go. It had been so long since I came in a guy's ass that I had forgotten what it felt like. Truth be told, I'd only fucked one other ass since my diagnosis, and that was of another poz guy. Id forgotten how abdolutely fucking great it felt to cum in another man's guts! The warmth, the hot,wet flood of it, the feeling of the intestines encasing and massaging your dick. Now, I'm a big cummer, but damn it felt like I shot so much I turned inside out! "Damn, I can almost feel you cumming!" the bottom said. I thought to myself "Ha, of you only knew." Once my orgasm subsided, I slowly pulled out then quickly got off the bed. I picked up the used (and unused) condoms from the bed and dropped them on the floor with their brethren. Ingot dressed quickly, and as i was leaving I also tossed the broken one on the floor too. At least when he started leaking cum like a sieve, and then got the fuck flu he would be able to figure out why. And But not which one of the tops had done it.

Many of you who read my posts know I travel a lot for my job. Being in hotels in different cities all the time gives me some great opportunities for anonymous sex with strangers. My weaknesses are bbc, str8 men and anonymous sex. This encounter gave me all three. I was out of town on business and had posted an ad on the local craigslist site. And it had been a pretty good evening. Shortly after my ad posted, I hooked up with another guest at the same hotel. He said he was str8, but needed to get blown, but he was not interested in anal. So I invited him to my room. He arrived in less than five minutes, and within another five minutes had blown his load into my mouth and left. This was certainly a good start, but I needed a lot more dick for that evening. Not long after the first guy left, I received a reply from a local 21 year old kid who lived just a few blocks from the hotel. He wanted to fuck, but insisted on using a condom. Although I prefer bareback, his pics were so hot and his dick was so rock hard in the pic, that I was willing to put up with the condom - just to have him inside me. He arrived at my room less than 15 minutes after we confirmed online. He came into my room, quickly undressed and climbed up on the bed, and lay on his back. His eight inch youthful dick was sticking straight up in the air. I also undressed, climbed up on the bed, slid between his legs and began to suck his cock and balls, and after a couple of minutes, I began licking under his balls, eventually going for his asshole. He groaned in approval so I lifted his legs, which gave me a nice view of his soft, pink, puckered hole. I licked across the hole and he moaned loudly so I flicked my tongue across it several times, then drove my tongue up into his hole. He clearly loved the attention, so I rimmed his sweet ass for a few minutes. I could tell he was really turned on. Then I came up from his ass. Lowered his legs and I straddled him. With his rock hard cock rubbing against my ass crack, I leaned down and sucked one of his nipples. His cock bounced against my ass in approval. He was loving me sucking on his tits. I took several minutes to suck first one, then the other nipple. He was grinding his hips. His cock rubbing up and down my ass crack as he ground against me in ecstasy. As I was flicking my tongue across his stiff nipples, I reached behind me and placed his cock at my asshole. I squeezed my ass cheeks on his cockhead. And his hips continued to grind into me. Perhaps I can get his cock up inside me, uncovered, after all. I came up off his nipples. I spit onto my middle and pointer fingers and slid the saliva up into my ass. I did this a couple of times to get myself thoroughly lubed. I spit once more into the palm of my hand and lubed up his throbbing, young cock. Then I placed his now leaking cockhead against my asshole. I expected him to stop me, so he could put on a condom. But he was enjoying it all too much to stop me. I lowered my ass down onto his cock. His cockhead pushed through my sphincter. He still didn't stop me. I slowly lowered my ass, so that I had the entire length of his 8"s inside me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers I had laying next to us and took a deep hit. He reached up for the bottle. I handed it to him and he also took a deep hit. Now, I started to ride. After about 5 minutes of riding and his grinding up into me, he said, "Get on your knees". I climbed off him and got on my hands and knees. Pointing my ass towards him. He rose up behind me. Spit on my asshole. And spit again on his cock. Then in one swift thrust, he slid back up inside me. He was serious, now. He wanted to cum. He grabbed me around the waist and repeatedly slammed in and out of me. In less than 2 minutes he was groaning and grunting. I knew he was close. Finally, he slammed up into me and let out a loud groan. I squeezed my ass tightly on his young cock. And I could feel his cock throb as he emptied his balls into me. He pulled out. And without a word, proceeded to dress and left my room. I lay there on the mattress, trying to catch my breath. It was now past midnight and I thought I'd better delete my CL post and get to sleep. Just as I logged back onto my computer, I saw another reply to my CL post. I read the email. It said, "I'm a 40 year old, straight, black guy. I'm also staying at the same hotel. I wouldn't mind a blow job or fucking a tight hole if you're up for it. But, it has to be anonymous. Your room has to be dark. I don't want to see you. Or for you to see me. If you're up for that, let me know". That sounded hot. I replied back that I was interested. I gave him my room number and told him I'd fix the door, so that all he had to do was push on the door to come in. I would have all the lights off and curtains drawn. He could find me kneeling on the edge of the bed. He quickly replied that he was heading for the elevators, and would be there in a few minutes. I flipped off all the lights. Took my position, kneeling on the back edge of the bed. I had laid a bottle of lube next to me. And I had my bottle of poppers in my hand. The next minute or two seemed to drag on as I anticipated hearing the door open. Sure enough, I soon heard the door push open. The do not disturb sign that I had used to place between the door lock and the door frame dropped to the tile entry floor as he stepped into my room. Upon hearing that, I took a deep breath of poppers. I could hear his footsteps as he came up behind me. I heard the sound of his zipper and belt buckle as he opened his fly. Soon I felt his finger probe my asshole. He could feel that I was already lubed up with saliva and cum from the kid that just fucked me. Without saying a word, he then put his hard cockhead up to my hole and pushed up inside me. Damn, it hurt. Even the last fuck hadn't opened me up enough to take his 9", thick bbc. It took a couple of more deep breaths of poppers, before I could relax enough to allow him to slide fully up inside me. He wasn't interested in taking his time. He wanted a tight hole. And he wanted to get off quickly. I could hear his belt buckle clank as his pants dropped all the way to the floor. And his thrusts began. He'd pull nearly all the way out of my ass, then quickly slam back into me. His body would make a slapping sound as he pounded against my ass. He was silent. Not even groaning or grunting as he repeatedly slammed in and out of my ass. The only sound was the mattress slapping against the wall. And our flesh slapping together. A good 10 minutes went by, then I could hear his breathing getting heavy. He was getting close. I squeezed my ass tightly around his cock. He finally let out a load growl and let his load fill my gut. Then he quickly pulled from me. I could hear his pants being pulled up and his belt being buckled. The zipper went up and I heard footsteps towards the door. Just as I heard the door open, I was able to turn my head to the door to see the shadow of a tall, 6'+, slender, muscular black man leaving my room. I went back to my computer where I found a couple of more replies to my CL ad, but I was spent. It was now close to 1:00 AM, and I had work to do in the morning. I deleted my CL ad, but not before sending a quick reply to the messages I had already received, telling thee guys I was done for the night, but would be up to do it all again tomorrow. The next night I put up my CL ad a few hours earlier, and ended up with six loads that next night, but I'll have to write about that evening in another post.

I was dripping sweat and getting ready for an easy day after my workout. I was up early to hit the gym before work, but on the way I was called off for the day. With pay. Heading to the lockerroom I was thinking abouthat rubbing out a nut in the showers. I love shooting my batter all over the floor, walls, and shower knob for the straight men to walk in, see, and touch. My phone vibrated next to my visably swollen cock in my gym showers. Freeballing is best in basketball shorts. It was a text from a gifter that travels through my area occasionally. I had been loaded up by him in the outhouse at a nearby park months earlier. He had never before actually found a chaser down for a verbal poz gifting. And he had it to give. Dirty pervy talk of blasting toxic cum in my ass, christening my membership into the brotherhood. That breeding, hot as it was, didn't convert me. I test several times a year, last neg on all accounts. I want to know the moment I carry the gift. Toxic. Fresh. HVL. He was back in town for a day, carrying some party favors. Here I was. A day where I was off work, no one knew I was off, and I could slip away for 7-9 hours. 30 minutes later I pulled up to the hotel with a raging boned tucked into my waistband leaking precum onto my happy trail, filling my bellybutton. I walked to his room heart pounding. The door was cracked and I walked in. I took no time stripping to nothing. He wasted no time asking how I wanted the bump. "Fucked into my ass, on your cock. Please." He snorted some, then placed a few rocks behind his dick head as I bent over on the cheap bed, offering him my ass with a dollop of my spit as lube. He placed his cock head on my pink hole and slammed it base deep. He had prepared with a strong dick pill and a rubber cock ring. His bone stayed rock hard, despite the t. "Yea take that Tina into your hot pussy. You love that poz cock don't you?" I did. I pushed back moaning, begging for him to destroy me. I felt burn then rush of the drug. This is what I am. A faggot cumdump for all loads. To be used up in service of men. He came quickly the first time. Keeping buried -and rock hard- he blasted 4 loads into my neg hole that day over the course of 6 hours. During the long session, he admitted he was on meds currently. We agreed next meeting he will take a med vacation a month before. He should be going off now for the next meet.

Definitely the final part this time. I had intended to finish this story after the last post but I've had so much positive feedback I decided to add one more post with some of the experiences I had in the months following my decision to go bareback. As I sat in the train back from Birmingham that day I knew I had enjoyed every minute of fucking that young lad and coming right up his tight young arse. I didn't want to use condoms any more. I wanted to fuck bareback and I knew there would be no shortage of lads willing to bend over and take my load but I was surprised at how often bareback sex was on offer. A few weeks later I was up in the north of Scotland for the wedding of one of my nieces and I ended up fucking the groom's younger brother. He was a blond, chubby lad in his early twenties. At the reception he was taking a piss next to me in the toilets and I saw him checking out my cock. When I finished pissing I stood back a bit and let him see it and he did the same. We were both hard now and I reached out and took hold of his cock. Just as I was starting to wank him someone came in and he quickly zipped up and left the toilets. I lost sight of him for a while but a couple of hours later I was standing in the bar area when I saw him walk past. He looked straight at me and headed for the toilets. I waited a moment and then followed. I didn't see him at first and then he looked out of the end cubicle and motioned to me to join him. He'd had a few more drinks now and was well up for it. We both had our cocks out in no time and soon he was sitting on the toilet sucking me off. I could easily have let him suck me off until I unloaded in his mouth but he had other ideas. He stood up, pulled his pants down and bent over the toilet. In no time I had my tongue right up his arse and he was moaning and wanking. I was fairly sure he was up for being fucked so I stood up and rubbed my cock against his wet hole. He moaned and reached round, pulling his cheeks apart. I positioned my cock against his hole and pushed. He groaned as my cock went right up his arse. The cubicles were pretty solid so I didn't hold back. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock up his arse and then I began to fuck him. He was well into it - wanking and pushing back onto my cock, his underpants stretched across his knees and his trousers at his ankles as I started to fuck him harder. I felt him starting to come just as I was getting ready to shoot my load so I didn't hold back - I banged him hard and shot my cum right into his arse. He stood up, breathing heavily and grinned at me. Minutes later we were both back at the reception, with no one any the wiser. in the early summer I spent a week in Ibiza. I had been working very hard and was enjoying a relaxing week on the beach. One night in a bar I got talking to a couple of guys from the north of England who were staying in the same apartment building as me. Nick and Jamie (not their real names!) were in their mid thirties - both fit lads. Jamie was tall and dark and Nick was smaller with dyed blond hair. They were good company. Later on in the evening, the conversation turned to relationships and they were quite open about the fact that they enjoyed sex with other people - usually together but sometimes apart. Eventually they said they were going back to their apartment and Nick casually asked if I wanted to walk back with them. I wasn't sure if this was an invitation or not but on the way back Nick, who had had quite a bit to drink was flirting heavily with me and when we got back to the apartment he wasted no time in pulling me towards him. Soon all three of us had our pants down and Nick was down on his knees sucking first me and then Jamie. We sucked each other for a while and then Nick bent over the bed. Jamie knelt down behind him and pushed his tongue up Nick's arse. He rimmed him for a while and then indicated to me to take over. I pushed my tongue up Nick's arse and Jamie said "Oh yeah, lick his arse... get him ready," This was getting interesting. I rimmed Nick's hole for a little longer and then Jamie pulled me up. He grinned "Do you want to fuck him?" he said. I nodded. I assumed I was going to be asked to use a condom but then Jamie said "We fuck bareback, is that okay with you?" Seconds later I was pushing my bare cock up Nick's arse and Jamie was wanking and telling me to fuck him. "Oh yeah, fuck him, fuck him up the arse." It was very horny and I enjoyed every minute of fucking Nick's arse as his boyfriend watched, urging me to fuck him harder. Soon I was close to coming and I said so. Jamie groaned "Oh yeah, yeah do it, fucking do it...cum in his arse" I shot what felt like a massive load up Nick's arse an when I pulled out Jamie took my place, shooting his load after about ten thrusts. As we rested Jamie told me how much he loved watching Nick take loads up his arse. A couple of days later I was cruising in the dunes at Es Cavallet beach. I came to a quiet area and stood looking out over the sea. Then I looked down and just below in a little clearing I saw a group of about five guys. One was bent over a tree branch being fucked from behind and the other three were watching and wanking. I could see the guy being fucked was Nick and one of the guys watching was Jamie. As I watched, one of the other guys went round and pushed his cock into Nick's mouth. I moved over towards them and Jamie saw me. He grinned and motioned to me to join them. Nick was being fucked bareback by a hairy young Spanish guy and as I watched the guy shouted something and threw his head back and I knew Nick was getting another load up him. The Spanish guy pulled out and another lad took his place. I watched as Nick was fucked by three fit lads, one after the other, taking loads from each one. The horniest part was watching Jamie pull his boyfriend's arse cheeks apart so that a German lad with a big cock could fuck him and come up his arse. I fucked Nick after the German lad and added my load to the mix. All very horny. I was fucking bare almost all the time now, cruising in bars and during the summer I paid a few visits to Hampstead Heath and rarely failed to find a willing arse to take my load. One time I was up there I was down at the fuck tree. It was quite busy and three guys were bent over being fucked with others watching and wanking. I recognized one of the lads being fucked was Christopher, a lad who had worked for the same company as did I, although he had left a few months earlier. Christopher was about 22 and had worked in the customer services team. He was a fit young lad - a bit camp and very stylish. I didn't know him particularly well but I thought he would probably recognise me if I fucked him but I really wanted to stick my cock up his slim young bottom. He was taking on all comers and I watched as a couple of guys fucked him and came up his arse. I realised he wasn't even looking to see who was fucking him - and he was now busy sucking the cock of a tall young black guy who was standing at the other side of the tree - so I took my turn and stepped up behind him. I could feel the cum running down Christopher's legs as I pushed my cock up him and began to fuck. I had been working hard and hadn't come for about a week - so the load I deposited up Christopher's arse was a big one. He never even looked round and as I pulled up my pants the black guy took my place. I was constantly surprised by the opportunities I got to fuck bare. One night I was on line and I got messaged by a bi guy who said he just wanted to be wanked off. He said he had broken his right arm when he came off his motorbike and really wanted a wank. He sent me some pictures of a very impressive looking cock and he wasn't very far away. I hoped I might get to suck him off so I said yes. I got to his flat and he let me in. He was mid thirties, very straight looking. His right arm was in plaster and he was very bruised from his accident. He didn't want to mess around and just lay back on the bed and pulled his sweat pants down. His cock was hard and as I began to masturbate him he closed his eyes and sighed. I asked if I could suck him and he shook his head. After a while his breathing got heavier and I could tell he was close to coming. A few moments later he shot one of the biggest loads I've ever seen all over himself and lay back on the bed. I assumed that was it and I was ready to go. I was really surprised when he asked "Do you want to fuck me?" I replied "Err....yeah... if you want me to." He nodded and reached into a drawer by the bed. He handed me a small pack of lube and just rolled over on to his knees, his hairy arse in the air. No mention of a condom. I lubed him up and pushed my cock against his hole. He grunted as I pushed up him and began to fuck. I still couldn't quite believe this was happening but I certainly wasn't complaining. I looked around the room as I fucked his hairy arse - it was obvious that he shared the flat with a girlfriend and somehow this made it even more horny. I was close to coming now and I thought he might ask me to pull out but he never said anything and I shot my cum right up him. When I pulled out he just said "You better go now, mate." I was really enjoying myself and was comfortable with my decision to go bareback. However, most of my experiences during those months were as a top. I am more top than bottom anyway but I had also always been more wary of being fucked bare. But every now and then I needed to be fucked and it was in that frame of mind that I went to the Vault one afternoon after work. It was a bit quiet but around about 5:00 PM it started getting busier and quite a few fit lads came in. I ended up in a threesome with two guys - a young black guy and an ordinary looking mid 30s guy. I sucked them both and then the older guy went round behind me and pulled me up. I was now bent over sucking the black guy as the other guy stood behind me. He unzipped me and pulled my trousers and pants down. I didn't stop him and soon he had his tongue up my arse. I enjoyed being rimmed as I sucked the black guy's cock and after a while he stood up and started fingering my arse. I was horny to be fucked and so I didn't stop him. I reached into my pocket and handed him a sachet of lube. He took it and rubbed some on my arse. I wondered if he would use a condom but he didn't. He pushed up me and began to fuck. He fucked me hard and fast and it wasn't too long before he came up my arse. He pulled out and the black guy moved round and started pushing his big cock against my arse. I had to pull my cheeks apart to get him up there but soon I was being fucked again. We had attracted a bit of an audience now - we were in the room with the barrels and quite a few guys were stood around wanking as the black lad humped me. At one point he took his cock out and wanked it a few times - showing everyone that he was doing me bareback - before pushing it back up me and fucking me even harder than before. I could tell he was getting close to coming and he was getting quite loud as he humped me a few more times and panted "I'm coming... oh fuck...fuck...I'm coming!" I don't think I've ever been fucked bareback so publicly - I think just about everyone in the place had seen me taking the black guy's load but I didn't care. A few days later I was in Berlin for a long weekend. As always in Berlin I had a very horny time. On the Friday afternoon I visited a sauna and fucked a young nerdy guy with glasses, shooting a big load up his tight young arse. That took the edge off my horniness but I knew I needed to be fucked and fucked hard. That night I was meeting some friends for a late supper and I intended to go cruising afterwards in the Tiergarten which was near where we were meeting.. I was getting ready to go out and in the shower I began to soap up my arse. I was so horny, I stuck a finger up my hole and played with myself for a while but I knew that what I really needed was the real thing. I was early so I decided it couldn't hurt to swing by the Tiergarten on my way. It was only about 9:00 PM, but I found there were already a number of men cruising. I came across a tall, thin guy taking a piss in the bushes. He was quite fit and when he saw me checking out his cock he grinned. When he finished pissing I went down on his cock and minutes later my sweatshirt was hitched up and my pants and trousers were down at my knees as he fucked me bareback and shot his load right up me. I was only a few minutes late for meeting my friends and it was nice to catch up with them. In the course of the conversation the talk turned to safe sex and one of my friends was deploring the amount of unprotected sex that goes on. We all agreed and I nodded seriously and agreed it was very worrying, wondering what he would think if he knew I had a load up my arse and was fully intending to take a few more before the night was over. Soon I was back at the Tiergarten. It was after 11:00 PM, and the grounds were much busier than when I was there earlier. As I headed for my favourite spot I saw a bit of a group up ahead and joined them. A young blond guy was bent over being fucked and as I watched, the guy fucking him came and pulled out. He pulled off a condom and threw it on the ground. The blond lad stayed bent over and another guy pushed his cock up him - no condom this time. I fancied a go at the blond lad myself so I hung around. As I watched a third guy barebacking the blond lad, I noticed a tall young Turkish guy wanking next to me. He saw me looking at his cock and motioned to me to get down and suck it. I enjoyed sucking him for a while but I knew what I really needed and so I stood up and turned round, offering him my arse. Soon I was bent over being fucked bareback next to the blond lad. The Turkish guy came up my arse and then another guy took over and then another. I had finally given in to temptation and I was bent over being fucked by anyone who wanted to do me. I was fucked by about ten guys that night - a few really fit guys - including one lad who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen - and a few not so fit ones - including a really dirty looking scruffy guy - a couple of them used condoms but most of them didn't and at least six or seven of them shot their cum up my unprotected arse. As I walked through the deserted Berlin streets back to my hotel with a cum filled arse I knew I had crossed a line. I had made my choice. .

Top needs to go in slow until he is balls deep then gradually pick up space and ram my ass once my ass is used to the size and girth. Love the feel and sound of his balls and body slapping against mine.

I try to keep it in me as long as possible. Absorb it. I've not had problems with it leaking or accidentally coming out. But that day may come... But, damn, do I love to absorb it.

Hey guys. This is another video I like, but the quality is really bad. The bottom is blindfolded, tag teamed and creamed at the end with a funnel up his ass. Anyone recognize this clip? (obviously, the site 'gaypornshare.org' isn't too legit) http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=2028069306

The Dungeon Room You stand at 6’6, 300lbs, of solid dark matter. You play right tackle for the football team at Morningside High and work part time for the summer at Macy’s. You’re popular because of your size and athleticism, yet quiet, you never say too much. Many say you live in your head and you agree. Both of your parents are of Haitian descent immigrating to the U.S. in the late 60s. You have two sisters and one brother. You’re the youngest out of all of them. By the end of June, when school let out, you and your father were fighting so much, that you wanted to leave home. Your father decided that what you needed was to be "made a man." You were never the son he imagined. You hated sports yet you excelled at it. In your room many 1st place trophies are displayed on the shelves. You have a deep secret that you told no one, not even yourself. You have a lustful desire for gay sex. Every end of the month you head to “The Dungeon” to satisfy your desire. But this Friday was the first time you decided to take a plunge into risky behavior. This was the Friday that you took the condom off and went full bareback. Your arms are sweaty, and your heart beat is literally tearing out of your chest. You’re surrounded by pitch black darkness with only the scent of poppers lingering under your nose. Your stiff erection is causing a tent like shape to your basketball shorts. You pull down your shorts, and pull back your uncut cock to reveal your bright pink tender cockhead sitting on top of a 9 inch shaft darker than the pitch black that surrounds you. A pungent scent arises from your erection. You walk quietly in this dark room hearing moans, slaps, and heavy breathing. The sounds causes your erection to stiffen and leak pre-cum from your piss slit. You were supposed to be home at 10 already but its pass midnight. You have to be up early in the morning for work. Can’t keep coming in late or the boss will fire you. You remind yourself this constantly but the reminder is overtaken by the erection that’s becoming painful and throbbing. You needed to breed. You search around touching and groping until you feel a hand grip your erection. You pause at the shock of the touch. You can feel the heat of his hand stroking your erection. The heat comes closer to you. You can feel his body pressing on you. This figure in the darkness turns around and guides your cock to his ass wiping the pre-cum on his hole. The sensation sends you into a frenzy, you become an animal instantly grunting. You can hear the soft voice of the dark figure whisper “fuck me sir!” You aggressively feel his body up gripping his back neck. You can feel the energy and eagerness of the bottom as he positions himself on the fuck bench. You pop your pink cockhead in his hole and violently smack his ass (SMACK). The room permeates with the loud sound. You feel the warmth of his hole and this sends a shock to your nerves making your erection throb. You shove the rest of your shaft in him in a brutal violent manner. You can feel his ass flinch. The bottom begins to hesitate but you grab his hips and slam him deep into your erection. The bottom moans loud in fear. He must have been thinking what has he gotten himself into. He begins to understand that you can easily over power him. You bench 300lbs easily now in the weight room. This bottom didn’t feel like anything past 160lbs. The bottom squirmed in discomfort. You can tell he wanted to hit the pause button and leave but this bottom is obedient. He was determined to take your load. After minutes of him squirming and moaning in utter discomfort he began to create a rhythm. Slamming his ass into your cock in a rhythmic motion. You loved his sudden participation. You pull your cock out, spit in his hole for a little lube, and push your cock back in violently. He responds more openly to your aggression reaching back and holding you in him, twerking his ass up and down while taking a whiff of his poppers. You can feel your cock jump in his guts. Stroke after stroke you can feel your load building up. The bottoms hole is adapting to the size of your cock so well that he taunts you to breed him with confidence in his voice. He arches his back giving a curvature to his back that turned you on. You smack his ass violently as you pulse a load right in his guts. You pull out immediately, and the bottoms turns around and kneels down. You feel a warm wet feeling engulf your pink cockhead as you breathe heavily. He squeezes your cock pushing out the remaining seed in your urethra licking it with enthuiasium and satisfaction. He tapped you on the thigh and softly said “Thank you sir.” You remained silent and pulled up your basketball shorts. You silently leave the room with your wildest fantasy fulfilled.

Three or four 20 minute intervals with a dildo and poppers makes for an intense afternoon. Multiple orgasms drops my sex drive to o% - only then do I know I'm ready to get fucked! Anyone else?

It's been a tradition in the circle of breeder tops that I fuck with. One anonymous bottom gets a good pounding without anyone knowing who he is nor does he know who is loading him. Each month, one of us decides and arranges the event and one of us usually has to provide a fuck space. We all got together a long while ago when were bitching to each other online. The amount of cunt out there that needed seeding was exhausting us and few bred boys were willing to begin seeding for themselves. Instead we were breeding more boys to breed. They would bring their friends, brothers, uncles, next door neighbors, mailmen...it seemed like everyone wanted the seed of a handful of us. I had a breeding party once a month. Those who needed breeding were selected by me to be the bottoms at the party. Some parties included up to 6 bottoms and some only 1. The bottoms had to pay to get in and had to take a certain amount of loads before they left. There were often many guest tops and walk in cocks that would enhance the cum drenched parties. I loved the whole attitude of these parties because it allowed me to control who got my seed. I have always been particular who I give my seed to. I admit I wasn't always like that. I stealthed along for years when no one would actually admit that they wanted loads. I would drop a load in any str8 or married dude in a second. I have had many "accidental" unloads in the guys who could easily be my own sons. Many guys tried to encourage all of our sick fantasies about seeding our sons, our best buddy, our brother-in-law, the local fuck, any homeless guy under 20,...well, we realized that we were pretty free and easy with the definition of morality and what some might call taboo. Back to our once a month party. The anonymous bottom was restrained, hooded, gagged and I guessed knocked out for the first hour or so. Only one of the guys knew who he was. The rest of us spent a lot of time checking out how much he'd been fucked, prepped his cunt for a long night of fucking, spent a few rounds of eating him out. We didn't always do that but this boy was just asking for a wet tongue, even after getting fucked. Round and round we spun this piece of fertile cunt. Every spin found his cunt presented to another dripping cock edging itself closer and closer to its first blast. The thing that we all knew was a fact was that once the first top let go, we all followed suit. It was just to hard to hold back after feeling your cock fuck into the cunt with cum soaked inside and now sliding up and down your shaft. It's always my thing to be able to feel enough loads in a cunt to get some splash back on the top of my cock...I just loved dipping my tongue into a nice full one too. At the end of the evening or I should say, at the end of the next evening, as we all knew we had to recharge and get back to the real world again, it was time to unwrap the bottom and let us know who we all fucked and let him know very clearly that he had not been just fucked but had been thoroughly knocked up. He was never blindfolded so that we were never revealed to him. All eyes were on me as I became aware of who this impregnated bottom was and the feeling of guilt, surprise and the bone that cranked up at the same time.....

It was not that long ago. I met up with a friend who wanted to hang out. He text me and asks "Do you want to get together?" I said sure, I'm not doing anything. So he has me pick him up and we go riding. He says a few buddies want to chill; lets go to their spot...so I said Ok. Anyway, a little while later we get over to house to find the guys chilling in the living room with party supplies scattered about the table. Everyone is smoking weed and T and a guy is slamming. I felt real uncomfortable and I was anxious to leave but my buddy grabbed my arm and asked "Where are you going? I was like..." I can't hang" I going home. He said "naw! You can't leave me here. You said you wanted to chill. So I reluctantly stayed. Anyway, one of the guys on the couch. He was an older scruffy dom type. I would say about mid 40's brown hair, tall, thick, muscular. He was stripped down to just his boxers briefs and you can see the outline of a huge hung cock that was leaking a little. I kept eyeing him the whole time I was there. He offered to calm me down, so he shoved a bowl in front of me and said. "Try it. You'll relax. I said naw...I can't do that. After a while he offered to me again and I kept resisting until he moved closer to me on the other end of the couch. He gave me a bunch of compliments and said he liked me. I thanked him and he started rubbing on my chest and neck. It' felt so good to feel such strong hands touching me. I slowly relaxed and he offered me a hit on his bowl. I told him I never done any kind of drug, not even a single puff of a cigarette. He said that's cool. "I will take care of you" in the back of my mind I was like what the hell. I want you! So after he offered another hit I took a long drag off his bowl while he held the lighter up to heat the T. Shortly after I took a puff and offered me another hit and than another. I was feeling really good. He than pushed me to the floor right in front of his dripping cock. He said "suck it" I was like I don't do that. He than pulled his throbbing cock out. It had to be a good nine inches of thick italian cock. I began sucking and he said I'm going to fuck you up real good tonight. I was a little afraid of what that meant but he than ripped my closes off without me hesitating. He turned my ass towards him and said I am to open that hole up and make it relax. he a minute of waiting he took his finger and slid it deep into tight pink hole. I felt a burning sensation and I was like what the fuck. What did you do? It burns...He was like, naw it's ok, it's just the T that I inserted into your willing hole. I said what the fuck. I don't do this shit and said "your gonna do a whole lot of shit tonight. You will be my pig slut. I melted. I was thinking in the back of my head "this is what I wanted!" He than started to finger my hole real deep and slowly adding fingers and lubing me up oil. After a while of hole stretching, he than pushes me flat on the floor and props my ass up. He than slams his hung cock deep into my hole. He had no condom on. Part II coming soon.

Agreed. One of the best feelings is the raw cock entering you for the first time. Go wild afterwards, but that moment needs to be treasured.

absorb. For me a guys cum (or anything he leaves in me for that matter), represents a part of him, his greatest pleasure. I want to absorb and keep that as long as I can.

the first time i ever took it bareback, the guy who fucked me had me on his bed on all fours after he reloaded the pipe for me and told me to keep hitting the pipe while he played with my ass... he just kept telling me i was really tight and the T would relax me. he had been asking all nite to fuck me w/out a condom and i kept telling him safe only since it was only my third time having sex/bottoming ever. he was about 6'4", black, muscular, totally smooth, had a thick 8.5" cut cock with a big head, and was str8. wife was in PA and he had me naked, spun, and on all fours in their bead. he pulled out her toy and told me he was gonna try to open me up some cuz he liked my ass and knew i was still a newbie, plus i was built thick like a football player and masc. i was 23 at the time. he gets behind me and has been lubing me with vaseline and stroking his cock, and im still smoking, watching the bb porn on his pc, he tells me to relax and he is gonna put her toy in me. and he grabs his cam to take video. it goes in smoothly thanks to the vaseline and he takes his time, but im so spun and jerking my own cock to realize it aint the toy. he tells me to look at the tv so i do and i see someone getting fucked bare, then he asks if i like it... i say its hot, and then he tells me, its me being barebacked and i turn around smile cuz i think he is joking, but then i see he is still recording and the fucking is the same rhythm and i start to freak out, but he just grabs my hips and pulls me back onto it, telling me to his the pipe, and telling me how good and tight i am, how its better than his wifes pussy and his fucking has my cock dripping precum so i just keep smoking and let him fuck me raw... he said every bottom, especially a thick round, big booty like mine needs to feel a raw cock and get bred... didnt know what "bred" meant until he started fucking me in my back and he blew his load while he stroked my cock and raw dicked my hole. he was super hot and treated me with respect and gave lots of compliments, and gave me direction to be a good bottom for him and all those tops who get to fuck me. he invited a neighbor over too, they slammed while i smoked, and then i got curious about why they were so more enthusiastic and they told me they would show me if i let them. so i did, and they took turns on me and spun me out on T all weekend. took both their loads. the neighbor was bi and married, about 46, but in shape, also totally shaved with an uc 8" cock. the black dude was about 39. my first experiences with tina and getting barebacked.

very fucking Hot!! using cum filled doms!!! piglet needed breeding

I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”

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.

OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER, YOUNG ENOUGH TO DO IT ANYWAY PART I: INVINCIBLE BEGINNING At some point all teenage boys reach a moment in which they are transformed from a normal kid into a super powered, unstoppable force…or at least something deludes them into believe that about themselves. Once it has occurred, these kids will take on daring, and even foolish risks, with no fear that they might face consequences for their actions. Most boys probably couldn’t tell you when that moment was, but Chris could pinpoint exactly when and where and what he was doing (and who) when he lost his sense of self preservation and became a daredevil willing to try anything and always looking for the next adventure to prove he was all he believed himself to be. The night in question was during his sophomore year, only hours after he’d been told he’d be starting pitcher for his varsity baseball team the next season. So excited he could barely see straight, he texted some buds and made plans to meet them behind the diamond that night to celebrate. After three or so beers that had been purchased by someone’s older sister, Chris found himself doing handstands on the top row of the bleachers. This brave and idiotic act of show-off-ery was made possible by his alcohol intake and the appearance of some girls from his English class, but soon he’d feel strong enough to do such things without anything clouding his judgement. As it turned out, the handstand were sufficiently impressive to get one of the girls to come over to him and ask what else he could do. Not even an hour passed before they’d both gotten drunk enough to climb in the back of his dad’s truck and start fucking while all their friends were only a few feet away. Drunk and loud, their moans gave away what they were up to, and drew the other girl and the boys to come over and watch. Pretty soon a chant started encouraging Chris to go faster and harder. Now Chris would remember that this went on for at least a half hour and his girl orgasmed 3 times before he finally whipped his dick out and shot copious streams of jizz across her pussy, stomach and tits. The truth was more like five minutes, one (possibly fake) orgasm, and his cock slipping out at the last second, missing her tits or cunt, and instead coating the insides of her thighs and calves. While she retrieved her panties from his radio antenna, one of his buddies secretly took a photo of the cum covering her legs and showed it to Chris. It was right then that he became a myth to his buddies and any shred of self-preservation was gone. He was convinced he could do anything, having seduced the hottie with his athletic prowess, fucked her royally with an audience cheering him on, and a photo to prove it was all as awesome as he thought it was. That night when he got home and went into his bathroom to shower off the sweat, cum and pussy juice, he stripped nude and admired himself in the mirror. For months he’d been working his ass off to get his biceps bigger, his abs tighter and his legs stronger to help his game. Smirking, he suddenly saw the resulting body in a new light, as if it was imbued with mystical properties. Another foolish teen was born that night, and no one would be able to break him of his delusions of grandeur for quite some time. Over the next year he was cock of the walk, ruling the school as only buff, tall, handsome teen varsity jocks can. He even managed to make honor role first semester, which got him an offer to join an Honors track in the spring. With nothing to fear, he accepted without a second thought, and continued to spend his time perfecting his physique and juggling three girls. Once baseball season started in February, Chris was starting to realize that his honors classes might not have been the best idea. Midterms would be right around the same time as the first game, and so far Chris was barely finding the time to study enough for a ‘C’ average between practice and his workouts. Still he figured it would all work out just fine even when his teachers began pointing out that he was getting dangerously close to dropping below a ‘C’ which would keep him off the list for academic eligibility. Finally his coach pulled him aside after practice one night and mentioned some rumors that Chris might be off the team if he didn’t get his grades back up, and some fear kicked in. The next weekend, Chris cancelled his dates and spent the whole weekend studying and writing papers. During the week he began doing homework at lunch and between classes, and even used study hall for its intended purpose. His grades began to pick up, but now the coach was riding him for not playing as well. Friday’s practice was worst of the week, and Chris found himself barely able to focus with all the stuff he was freaking out about. Too wired to go home, he decided to drive over to his family’s athletic club and get in some time on his arms and try to figure out what he was doing wrong. An hour passed while Chris worked different weight machines to pump up his arms, but he was still distracted by all the work he had to do. So much so he accidentally loaded 20 lbs more than his top weight, and almost killed himself on the first press. Out of nowhere appeared a tall toned white guy covered in tattoos who jumped in to spot him and helped get the weight readjusted. Chris sat up to thank the guy, and found out he was one of the personal trainers at the club, Freddy. They chatted as the lifted and walked into the locker room together as Chris explained that with all he had to get done, there just wasn’t enough time during the week to do it and be well rested and ready for practice. “What if I could make the weekend longer?” Freddy asked, lowering his voice and leaning in closer. Chris asked what he meant and found out that Freddy had some stuff at his house that would allow Chris to stay up all night Friday and Saturday, get his work done for the week, and not make him groggy afterwards. Chris agreed without asking anything about what the stuff was or what it did. He was so excited about the idea of being able to get everything done that he didn’t notice Freddy checking him out as they showered. Inside Freddy’s apartment, Chris was offered a drink, but declined in favor of getting the stuff he needed to help study. He figured on the short drive over that it was probably caffine pills like truckers use, but he wasn’t sure if he could take those since technically the school could check for drugs at any point, even though they always did it Friday after school. He tried to hide his shock when Freddy returned to the living room in nothing but a pair of baggy bball shorts and a cap, with a small glass piper and lighter in one hand and a tiny bag of something resembling the rocks Chris grew in chemistry class the year before. Chris watched as Freddy explained that the stuff in the bag was called ‘Tina’ and was used to fight fatigue, as well as a few other things. Chris inquired as to why he needed the pipe and when Freddy started to show him, Chris objected quickly. “I don’t do drugs man, can’t risk it.” He said, losing some of his posture unconsciously from the disappointment of realizing there was no miracle way to stay up without chancing an ‘f’ on a piss test. “If any of this shit is detectable on a UA, then I would be fucked if it was still in my piss by Friday.” “No sweat man,” Freddy responded while loading some of the rocks into the glass bowl. “This stuff burns clean and is out of your system in 2, 3 days tops. Plus it won’t show on any UA for sports enhancing drugs or opiates.” Assuming that meant that the ‘tina’ wasn’t a drug, Chris spirits rose, but he remained wary, asking if there were any side effects or if it was addictive. “It can be addictive if you aren’t able to handle it properly,” Freddy said as he measured some of his baggie into an even smaller bag. “but you’re a big dude and you don’t look like one of those pussy bitches who can’t drink or smoke without ending up strung out on the side of the road somewhere. As for side effects, it just hypes you up and gets you running on overdrive, which can sometimes make you really thirsty or horny, kinda like a really good work out but with no fatigue after.” Chris’ sense of invulnerability over-rode all the ‘don’t do drugs’ lectures he’d heard over and over again in school and scouts, convincing him he could handle it in small doses. After all, no one was ever hooked after just one hit right? Wrong. Freddy asked him if he wanted to try it out, but Chris hesitated for one more second as he tried to decide if he was really willing to do this to get his stuff done. “Up to you man,” Freddy shrugged and pocketed the baggie and went to take a hit off the pipe himself. “I just need to know if you want this or if I should save it for the college chic I got on her way here. She loves smoking this and riding any cock in the room, so maybe I should save it for her anyway.” The idea that some girl could handle it and he was hesitating made Chris realize that it was time to man up. There was also the image of some co-ed tits bouncing as a girl rode his dick that had him wondering if he could use this as an excuse to hang around take a turn. He stopped Freddy and said he was ready to try it. Since he’d never seen a pipe like this before, Freddy offered to help him by lighting it for his first few hits. Instructing him to wait to inhale until Freddy gave him the signal, Chris sat as close to Freddy as he could. The tattoo’d taller, older guy held the pipe to Chris’ lips and flicked the lighter until it lit under the clear glass bowl. Crackling could be heard as Chris noticed the crystals melting and smoke beginning to billow in the round enclosure. From the weed pipes he’d smoked, Chris assumed the hole on top was a carb, but didn’t say anything since Freddy left it uncovered. Once some whisps of clean white smoke began to seep from the hole, Freddy said “now.” Inhaling deep into his lungs, Chris was surprised that he wasn’t tasting the smoke like he had when he’d smoked pot before. ‘must be due this being a cleaner burning substance or something,’ he thought, until he began to exhale and coughed really hard. Freddy laughed and asked if he was okay and Chris nodded. Taking another hit, Freddy handed Chris the bowl and told him to try it that time while Freddy retrieved water for the two of them. Chris had an easier time on that hit and wondered how long it would take to kick in. Just as Freddy came back with the waters, Chris got his answer in the form of a huge head rush and a wave of heat flowing over him. Now he understood why Freddy had stripped to his shorts. They continued passing back and forth the pipe while Freddy listened to him drone on and on about how amazing he felt. Once the bowl was finished, Freddy told Chris to strip down to his boxers if he was too warm, which Chris went ahead and did, with all the confidence of a boy his age. He didn’t even worry about getting hard when the extremely sexy 22 yr old girl showed up and smoked with them. By the time they’d smoked another bowl, Chris was concerned that he wasn’t getting hard, but kept his mouth shut since he was enjoying the 22yr old fingering her pussy and Sucking Freddy’s large dick. Within minutes of starting, her cunt got slippery, then sloppy and finally she creamed all over the couch cushion when Chris worked up the courage to reach over and stroke her pussy lips. Still, Chris couldn’t get any response from his dick. When the girl left, he asked Freddy, and he explained that it was a common side effect and if he decided to come back for more “study helpers” the next night, that Freddy would toss in a Viagra just in case. Confused, but wired, Chris left the apartment and went home, where he spent the next 6 hours pounding out a term paper, two research papers, and a set of flash cards for his midterms that week. Around 7 am, he was fading and went into his pocket for some more tina. Immediately he realized he had no pipe and no lighter. Whipping out his phone, he texted Freddy and prayed he was awake. By 8, Chris was back at Freddy’s door, and was greeted by the tattoo’d dealer’s naked body, semi-hard cock, and a nasty gangbang video playing on the tv. He was so distracted by his need for a pipe that it took him a minute to realize there was another guy there, around Freddy’s age, but shorter, around Chris’ height, and very muscly. He stammered and tried not to stare as the two men absent mindedly jerked their rods while he told them what he needed. The buff shorter guy laughed and told him to go buy one at the Mexican market on the corner, but Freddy stopped him and said he would give him one as part what he owed for the tina. Chris asked what he meant, and Freddy explained that tina was not free, and told him the bag he’d left with earlier was worth $30, and he’d toss in the Viagra he’d promised, a pipe and a lighter for another $10. All the money from Chris’ wallet added up to $38, and the change from his car got him another $1.57 closer, which Freddy graciously accepted on the condition that “next time you bring the cash before I give you the goods.” All Saturday, through the afternoon and evening, Chris was working at full speed, sneaking into the bathroom and locking the door periodically, in order to be sure he could take a few puffs without his parents catching him. As promised, the tina was life-changing, allowing Chris to stay focus and on task all day so he was done with all his work by midnight. With that, he booted up his laptop and hunted through some porn online so he could celebrate. Try as he might, even his favorite videos did nothing to help him become erect. Frustrated, he fished the little blue pill out of his pocket and gulped it down. He wondered if Freddy and the other guy had taken one, since they seemed to have no issues getting hard when he was there. Suddenly he realized he had no idea why the two of them were stroking together with no sign of a female anywhere and no mention of any coming over. A brief thought that they were fags crossed his mind, but he dismissed it as quickly as it arrived, reminding himself that Freddy fed his dick to the college girl right in front of him the night they met. Perhaps they were jerk off buddies like he and his friend Nick had been in middle school. It seemed weird that they’d continued as adults, but he forgot all about it when he looked down and found his own dick was now fully hard. Assuming it was from the slutty blonde getting a facial on the computer screen, he began to stroke and think of all the girls he’d been blowing off the last few weeks. One hand on his cock, he reached with his other hand for his phone and texted the girl who lived closest and asked if she wanted to come over. Imagining her taking a hit from his pipe before letting him use her slit, he felt his balls tightening already. Pausing to take another hit off his new pipe, he prayed for a pussy. Mere moments passed before the girl he’d texted sent a response saying: just got home from party. Come over and letz fuck. The sex was better than he ever could have imagined, even with a half-asleep drunk girl who didn’t want to do anything other than missionary. When he pulled out and shot his load on her pussy lips, she smiled and rolled over. She was out before his breathing returned to normal, and he was already figuring out how he was going to make $30 bucks that week to get more tina. PART II: UNSTOPPABLE ADDICTION Nine weeks had come and gone since that first night partying, and Chris had spent every weekend high as a kite. His grades were safely in the ‘B’ range and his performance on the team had never been better. He’d even managed to lose the baby fat around his waist with the help of the drugs, giving him an even more enviable form. In that time, he’d run through all his birthday money, he allowance, his gas money, and had even taken to selling some of his comic books from when he was younger, all to support his new habit. What began as a $30 bag and the occasional puff through the day was now $100 a weekend and a constant intake of meth. Days he spent at home locked in his room behind a combo lock he installed himself, nights he snuck over to Freddy’s apartment and smoked and jerked and hung out naked, occasionally enjoying a left over girl from Freddy’s customers. Recently Freddy was kicking him out more and more often, which required Chris to schedule hook ups with girls and friends at bizarre hours. He was loving every drugged minute of it, and had become totally okay with spending hours in the buff with Freddy and random friends and customers he had over now and then. Finals came just in time for the money to run out, and Chris was panicked when he asked Freddy what to do. “You remember the guy you met the first weekend we hung out?” Chris nodded. “Well he has mentioned you a few times since then and I bet he’d be down to spot you some cash if you’d be down to let him suck you off.” “Seriously? He’s a fag? Seemed so…normal. I dunno man. I’m not into gay shit. I just really need this for one more week.” Chris was already aching for a puff when Freddy explained that he could pretend it was a girl and keep his eyes closed the whole time. Glancing over to the coffee table, Chris saw Freddy’s pipe laying out and his eyes glazed at the thought of being high again. He nodded okay. No sooner had Freddy gotten off the phone with the guy and told Chris to use his shower really quickly. Chris was now including some extra cleansing of his balls, ass and hole when he showered, since the tina had a tendency to make him empty his bowels. He’d just finished verifying there was nothing left inside him and getting washed when Freddy knocked and told him the guy was there, stripping nude and eagerly dropping to his knees in front of the chair where Freddy directed Chris to sit. The dude wasted no time and immediately began to suck as best he could, but it was no use since Chris was only thinking about getting high. Freddy suggested they smoke a bowl and gave Chris a Viagra to help him out. Once the smoke hit his lungs, Chris felt the high he needed and was able to turn his attention to the tv screen where an asain girl was taking two black dicks in either end. It turned out that the man was an excellent cock sucker, so good that Chris forgot who was doing it and grabbed his hair and started pounding his dick down the man’s throat and saying things like “take my fucking cock” and “I’m gonna feed you my cum bitch!” Sure enough, the next stroke was all it took for Chris to shoot load after load down the throat of a man he barely knew. As the euphoria wore off, he looked down and was disgusted to see the masculine face as it licked his shaft and balls. He pushed the man off and hurriedly got dressed, only pausing before leaving to get the tina he needed. PART III: INESCAPABLE OUTCOME Finals and the end of the baseball season went off with no problems, and Chris decided he was going to stop smoking now that he no longer needed to do it for his grades. Friday came and he was doing okay until he received a video message on his phone from Freddy. The clip was the college girl he’d met at Freddy’s apartment, and she was taking a hit from Freddy’s pipe totally nude. Never in his life had he wanted something so badly, and he couldn’t figure out if he wanted the pipe or the girl more. Since classes ended with finals, Chris rushed the last half of the last essay on his lit final, before tossing it on the teacher’s desk on his way out the door. On the way to Freddy’s apartment, he called the dealer and explained that he was still broke, but Freddy told him not to worry about it, because he had a friend coming over that was willing to share. When the other guy finally arrived, Chris had the co-ed on her back on the couch, with her legs over his shoulders and his cock ramming her pussy as hard as he could. He told Freddy how impressed he was by his own staying power since he’d been inside her for at least 20 minutes by then with no sign of cumming, and Freddy just laughed. “That’s because the pepsi I gave you to wash down the Viagra had some g in it,” Freddy mentioned like it was nothing. Chris looked concerned. “Don’t sweat it bro. G is ghb, all of us have some in our drinks. It is just like taking a couple shots.” Once the other guy started stripping, the girl declared that she needed a break and they all sat around and smoked a large bowl. Chris was so hard he was practically humming when his female fuck-partner got a text and apologized, explaining that her roommate was locked out and she needed to go give her the keys to their room. Promising to be back soon as she got dressed, she stopped only to stroke Chris’ cock a few times, before slipping on her shoes on her way out the door. “FUCK!” Chris shouted when she left. “I really need to fuck her! I am so fucking horny man!” “Chill Chris,” Freddy advised him, handing him a freshly loaded bowl. “Why don’t we each do another shot of G so we can calm down a little and by the time the bitch gets back, you’ll be ready for round two.” They all agreed and Freddy dashed into the kitchen to get the g. “I’m Steve, by the way,” the other man spoke up, sitting across the sofa from Chris, in only a jockstrap and his sneakers. “Guess I forgot to introduce myself before sucking you off last week.” “No worries,” Chris responded, awkwardly. “I’m Chris.” Freddy returned with three small shot glasses each filled about half full. Chris said they were wimps if that’s all it took, but both guys chuckled and told him to wait and see how he felt once he drank it. Sliding it back, he gagged at the god-awful flavor and almost threw up, eliciting more laughs from the other guys. Assuming they didn’t choke because they were used to it, it didn’t occur to him that it was actually because their glasses had water in them instead. Within minutes Chris’ vision was getting blurry and he felt himself start to fade into a state of semi-awareness. He remembered thinking he should be worried when Freddy moved to Steve’s side and the two of them started whispering back and forth, but he couldn’t seem to find the energy or will power to question them. As the tv became too difficult to make out, Steve got up and went out on the balcony to make a phone call. “How about we move into the guest bedroom so we can watch porn on the big screen?” Freddy suggested once Steve was out of ear shot. The high school boy agreed amicably and stood up too quickly, falling right back on his butt. Luckily the high from the pipe and the g was making him easy going, so he just laughed and let Freddy help him up. Inside the bedroom, he tried to object as Freddy stripped them both naked and placed Chris next to him in bed, but every time he opened his mouth, Freddy would stick the pipe in front of him and feed him another hit off of it. He soon forgot to protest when the tv began playing a very hot porn featuring a girl who looked a lot like the college girl from earlier, getting plowed in her ass by a tall tattoo covered tan guy who Chris swore looked almost identical to Freddy. Reaching for his cock, Chris discovered Freddy was already playing with it. “I’m nat a fig brew.” Chris slurred. “What?” Freddy asked, sliding his other hand between Chris’ legs to stroke and tickle the balls and asshole. “I’m…not a fag. Bro.” Chris struggled to focus, making his word come slower and more clearly. “Who said you were Chris?” Freddy replied before bending down and engulfing his buddies cock with his mouth. Chris moaned and tried to push Freddy away, but once he felt the dealer’s lips against his pelvis, he moaned and relaxed enough that moments later, he was passed out. Looking up at the nude, ripped teen boy in the bed, Freddy let the stiff post-pubescent cock fall from his mouth, which curled into a smile. Hopping up, he leaned out the door and motioned to Steve, who ended his call, came back inside and climbed onto the bed next to Chris’ head. Together they readjusted Chris until his ass was at the foot of the bed and Steve was kneeling over his head, pinning the boy’s arms beneath his muscular thighs. Freddy chuckled quietly as he applied some lube to his fingers and work one, then two and finally a third one into the teen’s tight virgin ass. As the third one slipped in, Chris began to stir and Steve tensed his legs to keep the boy’s arms still. Withdrawing from the boyhole, Freddy was pleasantly surprised to find Chris’ ass as clean inside as it was outside. Showing Steve, the two of them made some quiet jokes about what a good little slut they’d found, doucheing before they used ‘her.’ “Time for a little wake up call,” Freddy whispered, pulling out a syringe with no needle, a small cup of water and some of his tina. He put a large crystal of the drug into the syringe then reinserted the plunger and used it to suck up some water. Not enough to make a mess, but enough to dissolve the rock with a little shaking and swirling. Once neither one could see the crystal, Freddy lubed the syringe and slowly slid it in the ass where he had just had his fingers. As soon as it was in as far as it could go, freddy pushed down on the plunger and emptied the liquid into Chris’ ass. “Baby’s first booty bump,” Steve said, laughing. The two men watched as the drugs took effect, reviving the boy slowly. Five minutes passed before they figured it was in his blood stream, then Freddy pulled out the syringe and leaned down over the teen’s body. Lifting the boy’s legs over his forearms, he moved his erect cock in until the lubed head was pressed against the virgin cunt. “Open your eyes ball boy,” the dealer said softly but in a commanding tone. Chris was dreaming that his math teacher was on her knees sucking his balls while his French teacher ate his ass with her bright red lips, and he wasn’t happy to respond to the male voice demanding he awaken, but he did anyway. Fluttering eyelids gave way to one and then two pupils, followed by some blinking before Chris finally became fully awake and looked up puzzled. For a few seconds, it didn’t register what was happening to him, until he managed to look a little further down his chest and caught sight of a tattooed torso between his thighs. Dawning on the fact that it was a set of male abs and pecs bent over him, his eyes shot wide open and he began to struggle. Steve and Freddy laughed at the feeble attempt to escape, since the boy was still on enough g that all he could really do was shake his head back and forth and wiggle his hips. “Get off of me mother fucker!” Spat the teen trying to gather enough strength to get an arm free. “what the fuck are you doing?” “Nothing much,” Freddy said, beginning to add pressure to the hole with his large, leaking cock. “I just want you to be awake when I make you a man.” “Fuck you queer!” Came the reply from the baseball boy, which did nothing but anger his rapists. Freddy dropped a thigh and smacked the teen’s face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough to force to shut the boy up and make him tremble slightly. “The only queer here,” The dealer said, sneering at his victim and lifting the leg back over his arm. “Is you bitch. I knew from the moment you smoked the very first bowl with me that you were a no-good faggot cock-sucking whore, and now I’m gonna prove it. Hold onto your panties.” Suddenly Freddy reared back and slammed his hips and cock forward, pushing half his engorged dick past the boy’s tight outer sphincter. Chris screamed like an 11yo falling off his bike, and slammed his eyes shut. Freddy motioned to Steve, who reached back on the bed and picked up Freddy’s discarded jockstrap, shoving it in the boy’s mouth. Freddy reared back again, withdrawing until only the head was still in the boy’s butt, and slammed forward a second time, until ¾ of his cock was inside. Another scream, muffled by the jock, came shooting out of the teen’s throat, as well as some sobs and tears. Pulling out again, the third slam saw the huge tattooed man’s meat make it all the way in, pushing past a second sphincter and causing one pitiful cry from the boy before he passed out. Minutes later the boy returned to consciousness, but somehow he was no longer in pain from the dick in his ass. Instead the sharp knife stabbing his insides had transformed into a warm ache and something else, something suspiciously like…pleasure. He heard moaning and grunting as he opened his eyes again and found Freddy ramming his ass full speed. With each driving thrust, the dealer added another guttural sound of pleasure, explaining the grunts he heard, but Steve was no longer kneeling over him, so where were the moans coming from? Shame filled the boy’s head when it dawned on him that he was the one moaning, from the pleasure of having his ass reamed. With no Steve above him, his arms were free to fight. Raising them, Chris expected them to push against his rapist, but as the cock inside him slid in and out of his no-longer virginal asshole, it rubbed something that caused tiny orgasms to shoot through the teen’s body, and made his arms reach out and pull the dealer’s hips against him harder. “Look who’s up,” Freddy said, bending down and kissing the teen. “And it looks like he’s enjoying himself.” Chris kept his mouth shut at first, which frustrated his fucker. Freddy slammed the boy especially hard, making Chris’ mouth pop open in a yelp, allowing the taller man’s tongue to slip inside the boy’s mouth and rape that as well. Once their tongues began wrestling, every last ounce of resistance faded from the youngster, and he became a willing participant as Freddy proceeded to fuck him on his belly, on his side, doggy style and finally on his back again when he was getting close to finishing. “You want me to cum in you bitch?” Freddy asked, his forehead resting against the boy’s. “Please don’t” Chris whimpered, part of him wanting the man to go ahead anyway. “Then I’ll stop fucking you.” Freddy threatened, pulling almost the whole way out of the boy. Chris cried out, hating the empty feeling and throwing his hands out to pull the man back into his ass. “That’s what I thought,” the tattooed top said laughing, resuming his full force fuck into the teen. “So I’ll ask you again. You want me to cum in you bitch? Want me to cum in you now and again tomorrow and again every day from now on until you’re nothing but a used up cunt full of sperm and shame? Tell me what you want!!” “I want…” Chris stopped himself, but Freddy slammed as hard and deep into him as he could, forcing the boy to continue. “I want you to cum in me.” “Good cause here…I…CUM!” Chris felt the cock inside him swell as his rapist slammed a dozen more times harder and deeper than he had yet and suddenly he could just tell that the man was cumming. The tight tattooed abs rubbing his own teen cock and the stiff giant cock in his hole, stimulating him in places he’d never felt before, joined together to make the teen shoot 1, 2, 3,…a dozen shots of thick, ropy boyjizz against the two male chests. Both men breathed hard and fast as they emptied their balls together, until both were finished and Freddy collapsed onto Chris, making out with the teen as their sweat and cum rolled off of them onto the bedspread. “hot damn.” Steve said, stepping out of the shadows with a camera in his hand. Chris’ gut dropped as he realized the two men had just taped, possibly even broadcasted his rape. “This oughta be enough to make sure you come back for more.” Chris felt the shame stream back into his mind as he stood in the shower, washing himself with boiling hot water. Tears fell from his eyes as he realized Steve was right. He had no choice now. If he didn’t want the men to release the tape or show his parents or get him kicked out of school, he’d have to do what they said, when they said. His feeling of being invincible was over, replaced by a mix of fear, resignation and excitement. Drying off, he walked back into the guest room and laid down without a fight. Steve started moving between the boy’s legs and lubed up his own cock for round two, and Chris knew there was nothing he could do but take the man’s cock, and any other cock they wanted him to take. He was theirs now.

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

A few weekends ago, it was 'Biker Week' here in Las Vegas. And thousands of bikers from across the country had filled the downtown area for the weekend. I found an ad on Craigslist that said there were several horny bikers, needing mouths, cunts and/or assholes to fill. They were hosting at one of the downtown hotels near Fremont St. It was a little after midnight on Sunday morning, but this being Vegas, I'm sure the partying was just getting started. I replied to the ad and attached some pics of me sucking cock and taking raw dick in my ass. I gave my stats and described myself as a 50 year old guy, that appeared on the outside as a conservative professional guy. But that I was really a cock & cum hungry whore. That loved taking raw loads in my mouth and ass. About 30 minutes went by, and I had not gotten a reply. So, I assumed that this biker was not interested in me. I'd replied to a couple of more ads on CL, but nothing was seeming to work out. Nothing but a lot of flakes. So, I was about to give up and go to bed, when I got an email reply from the biker. He said he and a couple of buddies were horny and just needed some hungry holes to fill. He said he and one other guy were bi and had both fucked men before. But that he had a couple of straight buddies that might be interested in fucking my ass if they couldn't find any pussy. And if I could get them hard. I have a real weakness for str8 dick. So, I decided bed was going to have to wait. I wanted some biker dick. I replied back and said I would douche and shower and head downtown to his hotel. It would be about an hour before I could reach his room. He said that was cool. His buddies were all still drinking at one of the bars, and he would be in his room in one hour. He had stated in his email that I had to take it raw. No condoms were allowed. I told him I preferred raw as well. They were all welcome to cum inside me. He also said, "You better be able to takes some hard pounding. We're all fuckin' horny. This is just going to be hard, deep ass pounding. Hope you can take it." I assured him that I could take it. And that I would be there ASAP. He replied back with his hotel name and room number. And said, "See you in an hour, Fag". I quickly douched, showered and hopped in my car to head downtown to his hotel. Sure enough, the some of the streets had been blocked off. The streets were filled with hundreds of bikes and scruffy looking bikers. There was a parking terrace across from the hotel. Also filled with hundreds of bikes. I parked and walked down the parking terrace staircase to the ground floor. Inside the stairwell, on one of the landings, I passed a slutty looking chick, on her knees, sucking off a biker dude, dressed in his leather jacket and leather pants & boots. They didn't even pause as I passed by them. I crossed the street to the hotel, found the elevators and headed up to his room. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a 45 year old biker, graying, long hair, scruffy beard, wearing jeans and a black wife beater tee-shirt and bare feet. Without saying a word, he opened the door and motioned for me to come in. Sitting on the sofa were 2 other guys who looked very similar to the host. Laying on the bed was another scruffy guy. Propped up against the headboard. All 3 of them had their eyes glued to the TV. They didn't even look my way to check me out. A str8 porn movie was showing. 2 skanky looking chicks were getting fucked by a group of about 8 guys. The guy on the bed had his fly open. And was stroking a fat, 7", uncut dick. I could already see a bead of precum oozing from his piss slit. I walked into the room and asked if any other there were going to be any women or more guys for them to fuck showing up? He said, "So far, you're the only hole, faggot. You better be ready to take some loads". "No problem", I said. The host told me to get naked. I quickly did as I was told. Grabbing my bottle of poppers from my pants pocket. The host unbuttoned his fly and pulled out a nice looking, semi hard, cut dick. Once I was naked, the host then said, "Suck my dick, queer". I dropped to my knees in front of him, took a whiff of poppers and took his cock into my mouth. I could feel him quickly hardening in my mouth as I worked my cock sucking skills on him. His dick was probably about 6.5". And within no time, he was hard as a rock in my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I could see the guy that was on the bed, stand up and remove all his clothes. Soon he was standing next to us. "Suck his dick, fag", the host said. I moved to the other guys cock. Put my lips up to his cock and licked the precum from his piss slit. He slapped his cock across my face and said, "Suck it". I gladly obliged. My lips wrapped around his cock and I started to work his cock down my throat. What appeared to be 7"s when he was stroking on the bed, quickly grew to over 8"s of thick uncut cock. I sucked and gently chewed on his foreskin. The attention to his foreskin was really making him drip. I could taste his dried cum and dried piss in the folds of his very ample foreskin. I took turns sucking on both these hot bikers dicks. These guys were in no hurry to cum. They wanted to be edged and really enjoy a hot mouth. The two on the sofa had by now pulled their cocks out and were stroking. They were enjoying the view of me sucking their buds as well as watching the porn on the TV. After about 10 minutes of sucking, I was told to kneel on the edge of the bed. Once I was in position on the bed, the host moved behind me and fingered my hole. "Nice and tight", he said. He spit down onto my asshole and slid the saliva up inside my hole with his finger. He did this a couple of times, until my hole was nice and lubed. Then he rubbed his cock against my puckered hole and spit onto his cockhead. I was sniffing deeply on the poppers. I knew this guy was going to go into me in one quick thrust. So, I poppered myself up as he slapped his cockhead against my spit covered hole. Then he grabbed me around the waist and slid balls deep up into me in one thrust. It hurt like a son of a bitch. I did let out a soft groan of pain. But a couple of more hits of poppers made the pain subside. He quickly began to pump in and out of my manpussy. By now his two buddies from the sofa had stood up and were standing close to observe their friend fucking my hole. The other guy had gotten onto the bed and was kneeling in front of me. He moved his fat cock to my lips and I took him into my mouth again. The other two guys had by now removed their clothes and were standing around us, stroking their dicks. "Damn! I never thought fucking a queer would look this hot. I think I'll trying fucking that hole" one of the str8 guys said". With that, the host pulled from my hole. "Be my guest", the host said. His str8 buddy stepped behind me and slid his cock into my ass. "Fuck! That's a tight pussy", the str8 biker said, and he began to fuck me. For the next hour, the 4 guys took turns fucking my ass and mouth. While one of the str8 guys was fucking me, the host knelt on the bed in front of me, backing up to my mouth and told me to eat his ass. I of course did as I was told. While I was eating his ass and getting fucked, there was a knock at the door. One of the guys went to the door and looked through the peephole. "It's Mike and Chris" he said. "Let them in", said the host. Soon there were 2 more bikers in the room. They quickly undressed. The floor was covered with jeans, tee-shirts and boots. The 2 new guys quickly took their turns fucking my ass. Chris must have been really horny, because he was the first to cum. He came quickly inside me after only fucking me for a couple of minutes. Then one of the str8 guys from the sofa slid back inside me. "Fuck! Your cum makes good lube, Chris!", he chuckled as he proceeded to fuck me hard and deep. This guy also came within a few minutes. Pulling out, I could feel cum start to slide down onto my balls. That cock was replaced by a 3rd. I could tell from the length and thickness that it was the uncut guy. He was grabbing me tightly around the waist and really pounding me hard and deep. The size of his cock and the speed of his fuck was giving me some pleasurable pain. So I took some more hits of poppers, to be able to accommodate him. He asked for my poppers. I handed them back to him. I could hear him taking some deep sniffs. He handed the bottle back to me. I took a few more hits from it. And he really went to town on my ass. He was slamming so hard into me, that I was letting out a grunting sound as he assaulted my hole. Likewise, he was grunting as he pounded his thick meat into me. Soon he let out a loud groan and slammed deep inside me. Holding his cock balls deep in me, he emptied his balls into my gut. He pulled out and Mike now slipped up in me. Mike also had close to 8"s. He took no time slamming repeatedly into my pussy. Fucking me fast and with furry. Meanwhile, the uncut fat dick was at my face. He wanted me to clean off his cock with my mouth. Which I happily did. Mike came quickly inside me. He pulled out and the other str8 guy took his place. As he fucked me, the host put his ass back to my mouth. I hungrily ate his hole as the str8 biker fucked me. I could feel my ass getting sloppy with cum. Cum was dripping down my balls and down my thighs as this guy pounded deep into me. This guys cock had a nice downward curve to it. It was rubbing across my prostate as he fucked me. I was groaning with pleasure as I knew I was going to cum by the stimulation of my prostate by this guys beautiful cock. Sure enough, I couldn't hold out any longer. I brought my face up out of the hosts ass and groaned, "I'm Cumming..!!!" I shook in orgasm as my cum shot onto the sheets. My ass tightened as I came. This must of turned on the guy, 'cause he began to groan as his cock throbbed inside me and emptied his load deep in me. As he pulled out, the host moved off the bed and behind me. He slammed up into me, slapping my ass hard as he began to pound. He slapped my ass a few times. Then grabbed me tightly around the waist and assaulted my ass harder than any of the other guys had. In 3 or 4 minutes, he let out a grunt as he filled me with his load. His body as well as mine were shaking as I had another orgasm while he emptied his load in me. He pulled out and said, "Suck me". I climbed off the bed, dropped to my knees and cleaned off his cock of all the mixed juices from my ass that covered his cock. The other guys were dressing and leaving. All without saying a word. After I cleaned off the host's cock. I also dressed. As I was leaving the room, the host said, "Email me tomorrow night. I may have some more buds for you to service". I did. And he did. I left as one happy cum whore. Filled with 6 biker loads in my ass. When my loads finally had to expel, I swear there had to have been close to a half cup of jizz slide out of my ass and into the toilet. The next night was just as fun. The same 6 guys as well as 2 more of their buds again assaulted my holes for well over 3 hours. Needless to say, I was a bit sore for a few days. But no complaints. I enjoyed every moment. And enjoyed every drop of it.

I thought some of y'all would like this one. Last Monday I was at an ABS, they have glory holes and it's usually pretty easy to get 3 or 4 loads from the afterwork crowd. I usually start by sucking when a guy slides his cock through the gh, but once it gets hard enough, I back my hole up and most like that (yay). Monday I was sucking and right before I was ready to switch from oral and give him my ass, he said through the wall "I take ass too." :-) After he left a guy took his place and he had a beautiful cock, perfect. It got firm, but not upright hard. I was afraid it might be too long, butt was able to take it and relax after a few (what was I thinking? no way I was going to pass it up). Besides, I had used a long snake before going out... it helps me open my second sphincter and ensure I am clean very deep. He fucked for a long time, never getting really hard, sometimes pausing deep, I thought he was cumming, but then he'd resume fucking. He fucked for so long, I was getting kind of tired... not from the fucking, but from the posture. I'm 6'5" and i was having to kinda squat to get my ass lined up with the hole... but I persevered ;-). After quite a bit of fucking he made the tell tale sounds of cumming and thrust deep again, then with drew. He thanked me a couple of times saying how hot it was, and I returned the compliment... it really was. He waved bye through the gh and left. I hung out for about another hour, sucked another cock, but the ABS emptied out, so I headed home (bout a 20 minute drive). When I was home for awhile, I felt the loads starting to push on me... kind of unusual, I'm used to holding loads in without much effort, kinda swallowing them internally. But these wanted out, so when I did there was this huge gush. At first it didn't register, but when I looked (and smelled) I realized it was piss. This was a huge surprise, because I honestly had no idea I had been pissed in... and it was quite a bit too lol. I pieced it together in my mind and realized it was the guy with the long cock. The only thing I can figure is he stealth piss fucked me and was able to get past my second sphincter, so I didn't know it till later. Damn, I hope i run into him again.

yeah, slow here too. I'm big on the mental part of fucking and slow demonstrates intent to me. There's something almost Tantric about a slow, purposeful entry. I had a great fuck yesterday where the guy did just that... and kept doing it. He alternated between balls deep ramming and slow fucking, but mostly did slow probing with his cock. "Probing" really describes it well for me, it's like he was exploring my insides with his cock. He came once after a pretty long fuck, then went for seconds and came again...big loads both times. That's kind of unusual in my experience for a guy to be able to cum twice, once right after the other, and big loads each time. but the entry and fuck were mostly slow and made me very hot.

Hey showed up got his load down my throat, another guy came by few hours later and bred me.

100% absorb

Yup! Keep it in as long as possible. When you are leaking its hot, but why push out?

Very hot. Anon steal piss fuck .. don't get much better than that. I too do a good deal of ABS dick, always have. I feel your pain re position at the hole .. hard to be a good whore cause it's tough after a while. I always keep a dick in me as long as I can in hopes the top will let a stream of piss. Most guys have to piss after shooting anyway, and my fantasy is to just take it like the cum load I just got. Only happened once ... I was giving a bj, He shot. I stayed on it. After a while I felt that warm piss load coming out. He didn't ask, didn't care, just knew I would take it .. and I did.

I'm a 'keeper' as well. It just seems like a waste if you don't let a guy's cum get as deep inside you as possible. Of course if i get fucked several times it's hard to keep it all in but I don't go of it by choice.

CHPT 15 - Thug Gangbang: The BBGB – the Booty-Bandit-Gang-Bangers had welcomed me to their Pleasure Palace for a night of sin. Well, it was really more of a crack shed, but as I laid in the sling in the middle of the old garage with my legs cuffed to chains and my hole opened wide, I had to laugh at the echoes of the thugs’ voices as they chanted, “Little pig, little pig, let us in.” Yeah they were knocking down my ass walls for sure and right now I was open and my hole dripping from all of their TLC - thick long cock. So quick recap so far (but note: as this was written after the fact, at the time I did not remember all this): - My name is Mikey and this guy named Pa and his son Brett kidnapped me from my church teen group at a camp ground, left me at an adult book store called ROXIES to be trained, drugged, used as a teen whore, and have my memories wiped. - I have been turned into “Sissy”, that’s what Pa call me, and a sissy – a cock hungry cunt to take as much raw dick as possible for cash. - Oh and drugs too – Tina mostly but Pa has also been giving me my ‘vitamin’ shots, which is what fucked with my memory. - I got used in a rest area, team fucked by JD and his guys at some redneck farm, have taken buckets of carney cum since we arrived at the Texas State Fair, and most recently was turned into a drug mule in a deal made by this thug named Teddy who picks up trash and Pa. - Carter runs the gangs and drugs in this part of Dallas and likes a ‘cummy hole’, so his gangbangers have been making my ass sloppy. But I got paid, have lots of drugs, and more black dick than I could have wished for. - Then there’s Jenkins – the horse dick mother-fucking janitor at the Cotton Bowl stadium who fucks me anonymously every time I drop the drugs off. Tonight, three of Carter’s men who tag team fucked me this morning had come to the RV, had a show down with Pa, and dragged me to their crack-house garage to make me the chew toy for their wolf pack. “Welcome to the Pleasure Palace,” Master said as he dropped the tarp back over the garage door opening, walked to the middle of the room and lovingly stroked the welded steel frame that was the centerpiece. He was the biggest thug of the three and said he ‘owned’ my pussy now and I wanted him to. The way he moved, talked, even smoked his crack pipe just exuded sex, power, and dirtiness and made my ass cream in anticipation. “Ever been fucked in a sling?” he asked. I swallowed hard, shook my head, and the other two thugs gave a little whimper and growl at the same time. Master looked at me, smiled, and said, “Oh damn. This is better than I fucking imagined and trust, I have imagined all God damned day. Aight boys, any bets on when that hole taps out?” I anxiously stripped and kicked my clothes to the side, dug out my baggy of Tina, and snorted hard and deep until I started to sway on my feet. While blinking the burn away I held my hand steady as Master licked a finger, dipped it into my baggy, coated it thick in white powder, and smiled as he rammed two fingers into my wet and waiting hole and twisted it around. “AH YES – PLEASE!” I begged as he forced a second finger into my puckering hole, scraping the sides of my ass, making the burn lance deeper. I reached out to steady myself on the body of the thug closest to me and he swatted at my hand as my fingernails dug a bit into the flesh of his arm, “AYE WHAT THE FUCK BITCH! Ease off there. Don’t be O.D.ing on us now. We ain’t even started yet.” Master laughed, held his fingers in my ass as deep as they would go and replied, “Oh he’s alright. That pussy’s just feelin the burn. Give him a sec.” He was right and suddenly my whole body and mind became consumed with the need for dick so I started fumbling for the zipper of the thug I had grabbed, the hiss of metal sounding louder than it should as it opened and his long black dick plopped out. “See, I told you,” Master said, “Now work that throat up while I finish priming this hole.” I started to gag and spit ran down my chin as the thug I was sucking started to bang my throat as he clamped his hands around the side of my head. My ass was both numb and on fire and Master continued to finger me and I pushed my hole back onto his hand as much as I could to let him know I wanted something bigger and harder. “OPEN THAT FUCKING PUSSY UP FOR THIS NICCA DICK – THAT’S IT – SPREAD THEM PRETTY PINK LIPS FRONT AND BACK – OH JESUS FUCK – LITTLE PIG LET ME IN THERE,” Master growled as he plunged his monster shaft up my ass. Oh damn that felt so fucking good. “WATCH THE FUCKING TEETH!” the thug snarled before slapping me hard upside the head and yanking his dick out of my mouth’s grasp. Master laughed, I looked up a little and said, “My bad,” and reached for his dick, but he stepped away mumbling, picked up his crack pipe and began hitting it as Master continued to hit my ass. I straightened up a little, reached back, and grabbed Master’s hips while I ground my ass around trying to corkscrew him deeper inside me. My mouth was not empty long as the other thug who had been watching quickly filled it with his own hard dick and once again I was spit roasted. “AIIGHT NOW, GET READY FOR THIS BLACK SEED, BEND THOSE FUCKING KNEES A LITTLE – THAT’S RIGHT – BEND THOSE KNEES – WORSHIP YOUR MASTER’S DICK WITH THAT HOLE – MILK IT – MILK IT – MILK IT - OH OH OH FUCK!” Master cried. I could not feel his cum shoot, but did feel his dick swell and twitch and I clamped my ass, hungry for every drop. As soon as Master eased his grip on my hips I immediately stopped sucking the thug, stepped forward and pulled myself off the black monster in my ass, and turned around and dropped my dripping hole on to the fresh dick as I had to have more cum! I gave Master an evil smile as he looked at me, shook his head, then stepped up and let me lick his dick clean. The juice on his skin tasted off – a mix of the Tina and ass juice I guess – but I didn’t care and once he was clean he let his fellow gangbanger continue on his own as the first guy I was sucking now stepped back and continued to smoke his crack pipe while I got his dick hard again – or at least tried. “HMM…THAT PUSSY CUNT IS WET” the thug fucking me said, “YOU LIKE THIS LONG DICK BABY? FEELING THAT LONG DICK? YOU DO? HMM… JUST STAY LIKE THAT, I WANT TO SEE THEM SWEET CHEEKS JIGGLING ON MY MEAT…HMM…JIGGLE IT BABY – JIGGLE IT FOR FOR YOUR MANDINGO – JIGGLE IT, OH HELL YEAH TAKE THIS LOAD, TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN LOAD – TAKE IT….AAAARRRGHHHH….” the thug fucking me ordered as he pulsed like a cannon and shot his load and kept long dicking me to make sure it stayed all in. I was relishing the warmth in my guts as I frantically sucked the other dick to no avail and when the thug in my ass finally pulled out, I stood up, slapped at the floppy meat hanging in front of me and asked, “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? Add some Ragu and call you an Italian?” Master and the gangbanger who had just nutted busted out laughing and the thug I insulted gritted his teeth, clenched his fist and was stopped as Master stepped between us and said, “I’ve warned you boy. You need to be able to handle your shit. Whatever the ‘shit’ may be. Don’t be embarrassing yourself – or me – by trying to bring something you just ain’t got right now. Best to walk away. You know rock makes you limp when you do too much. Hell, not every fucka can be hard like me all the time, you know no shit bothers me. Look right here, I’m all hard and ready to blow it out again AND hit the fucking pipe! Now pull your shit together, pop some pills, hit the needle, whatever you gots to do if you want to continue, but in the fucking meantime, I think my pussy here has shown he can handle all the fucking ghetto dick that’s gettin thrown, so go round up the boys as it’s time for a good old fashioned Texas gangbang-rape-fuck!” The thug that just got dissed zipped up his pants to hide his shame and muttered to himself as he left the garage. Master and the remaining thug both lit up their pipes and continued to fill the room with the acrid smoke from their crack and I took a minute to look around. The couple windows I saw were boarded over, there was an old couch, several ratty chairs, a tall fridge, boxes, and two doors that led to other rooms. As I walked past Master towards the fridge he grabbed my arm, his dark bloodshot eyes stared into mine as the other thug ran a hand up my wet thighs then brought it to my face. They both smiled as I eagerly licked and sucked the cum and ass juice off his hand, then let it drop as I continued on, opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, and using the bottle opener tied to a string on the front popped it opened and said, “May I?” before guzzling half of it down. Damn I was thirsty. Master looked at me and said, “A good bitch offers – don’t make me tell you.” I may have been drugged up but I knew he was thirsty too so brought him and his comrade a beer as well. The three of us then sat down on the couch, with me in the middle and I could not help but keep reaching out to touch their naked bodies, feel their stiff dicks, and shifting side to side aching to have them up my ass again. I was lost in my own thoughts and fantasies when Master slapped my face and said, “Hey, listen the fuck up. Go get your shit.” I got up, dug my baggy back out of my pile of clothes, came and started to sit back down as they both shifted their legs, blocking my way. “No,” Master said, “Turn around. Snort as much as you can then hand it to me.” As I started sucking the Tina up like a Hoover, Master and the other gangbanger both stroked my ass. He then stuck his hand forward, I gave him the baggy, then in a few seconds felt the hot burn of Tina being shoved up my ass by his thick fingers. Master turned his hand slightly so I could do little mini-fucks up and down on his fingers as he held his hand under my eager hole. A minute or two later I gasped a little as more fingers joined in, and I realized that the other thug had put his hand beside Master’s and they were both fingering my ass, working Tina shards and powder into my wet guts. “Don’t let that shit out now,” Master ordered, “Clam that hole up, let it stew a bit, I got to take care of something real quick.” He then got up, fished a set of keys out of his pants, unlocked one of the doors in back, went inside, and locked it from the other side. “Want to fuck me again?” I asked the thug I was left with as I reached down and stroked his dick, which was standing up at full attention. “You ready to be a hood ho?” he replied. I didn’t know what that meant but nodded, he smiled, scooted to the middle of the couch, set his ashtray, pipe, and supplies to the side on a blue plate, looked at me – then eyed his dick and lobbed a glop of spit right onto the head. He winked and said, “Come on slut, climb up on that shit.” I stepped up onto the couch and as I did my dick came near his face. I was startled to beat hell when he suddenly clamped his lips around it and grabbed my hips and started to suck me like a pro. I looked down, he looked up, let my dick pop out and said in a whisper, “Can you shoot quick?” I nodded, and with one hand on the back of the couch to brace myself, my dick in his warm mouth, reached back and began fingering my own hole fast and hard and within 30 seconds unloaded into his mouth. I gulped in some air and wanted to collapse as he licked his lips and said, “That shit’s between us only – understand?” He then pushed me to the side a little, leaned forward, spat a couple times on his dick, leaned back and I plopped down onto his dick. I folded my knees under me so he was balls deep in my ass, our torsos facing each other, and my now soft dick nestled against his belly button. He smiled, shifted his hips a couple times to get us comfortable, grabbed his glass pipe, tapped out some of the black crust, put in some fresh mesh, rock, then leaned back again as he set the flame to the glass and I watched in wonder as he sucked in a whirlpool of smoke. Every inch of his chest seemed to expand as he took in the smoke, which seemed to be met by his dick thickening, lengthening, and twitching. Where the other thug could not stay hard, he sure did not have that problem! I hung my arms to my side and gently moved my hips around so his black dick could explore the depths of my guts. I loved the feel of his raw shaft – skin to skin – and the Tina had elevated all my senses so the crack smoke smelled stronger, his dick felt bigger, my ass felt wetter. A few more hits on the pipe and he handed it to me. “I don’t know how,” I shamefully said. He exhaled his smoke in my face, set the pipe on the plate, then he grabbed my head and pulled me tight for a long, deep embrace and kiss. I was surprised – again – as this was intimate, sensual, and so unlike what I had experienced with him and his guys so far. “That is on the DL – understand? Now, when I hit the pipe again I will feed the smoke back to you, breathe it in as deep as you can.” When he did it burned my throat, but I loved the rush and a few more times he then handed me the pipe and I sucked the smoke in as he held the light under the bowl, gently turning the pipe as I held the stem between my fingers. He opened his mouth and I fed him the smoke the same way he did me. He smiled, set the pipe down then said, “BANG THAT BOOTIE ON THAT DICK – THIS THE HOOD BABY, SHOW ME YOU WANT THAT LONG DICK.” I happily obliged and started to bounce up and down on his thick meat, riding his dick like a bronco, feeling him expand inside me as I tried to get it to hurt – yes that’s what I wanted – I wanted that dick to hurt my ass, bust through the high and make me feel it. He laughed, “You’s a hungry hungry ho for sure, ease up now, take our time.” So I did, and while I continued to gently shift my hips side to side he began to talk. I learned that Master’s real name was Clyde and he was a cousin to Carter – the leader of the gangbangers in this part of town and the man I agreed to be a drug mule for. One of the other thugs who had fucked me on the corner was Clyde’s step-brother, another was a brother in law, hell, they were all related one way or another. The gangbanger went on to tell me that the “business” – drugs, gangbanging, running girls, guns, whatever - was family and family was the business. When Carter took over they agreed to new rules. No baby mama drama and any marriage or babies were done with the business in mind to strengthen the family with another crew, so in a sense everything now was an arranged marriage. While that had been great for business, it did not always work out on the home front, so he and the other guys quickly learned that some boy hole on the side was a great way to get their nutt without breaking the business rules or have any of the other drama and shit. While lots of chicks would take it in the ass, white boys like me, and old white guys with the dough, were always anxious to slob the black knob and give up the hole. I laughed and playfully slapped his face, “Don’t compare me to them, I’m grade ‘A’ pork!” He laughed, hugged me tight, and pumped my ass a few times in appreciation as I continued to listen in wonder at how well planned out they had everything from their personal life, to how they ran the business, and more. When I asked if they still fucked their wives too he chuckled and said, “Hell yes, they know the deal. Our desire to fuck and have kids is a biological imperative. It’s the reason we do all this shit for. They get what they wants – money, houses, cars, protection, and babies and power. We still need to raise up the next generation, but its done with planning and focus, not just dropping kids in any pussy that opens up for it.” I asked why he smoked crack and not pot or some other drug, and he said, “Fuck, the life we live, it’s a dangerous fucking long road and the rock – well helps make it feel like a short cut, but the rock dulls the day-to-day- shit. That’s why we getting up in here tonight and blowing your shit out! Freak nasty shit like this turns it up and for a few hours makes life blaze like the flame on my butane lighter - blue and red hot! THAT’S RIGHT - OPEN THAT HOLE!” He then got serious and briefly mentioned that when someone does not follow the rules it gets taken care of permanently, “That shit only had to happen once for rest of family to know Carter was serious, and so were the rest of us. For that, now, the family is stronger, better, safer, secure and richer. Now white mama, get them legs open and ride me!” I was leaning against his now sweaty body, trying to force his dick deeper when we heard the lock turn and Master came back into the main room. I had totally forgotten to ask the guy I was riding where Master had gone or why, but it did not seem to matter now especially as I looked at the two men with him. Both were well built, their skin dark, covered in a matte of sweat. They were wearing white briefs, but what made me really confused was what was on their face – it looked like they had on gas masks or something. They stood by the door as Master walked towards us and I felt flushed and dizzy as I watched him. Master was the roughest, and biggest dicked thug in Carter’s crew and as I turned my head to watch, he prowled back and forth in front of the sling, jangling the chains with each pass. He moved with the fluid grace of a predator stalking his prey. His muscles rippled as he walked, his hands flexed, and his eyes bore into me even through the crack smoke that filled the garage. Without a word of command or a sound, I lifted off the dick I had been riding, turned around, braced myself on the thug’s thighs and offered my hole up to Master. He clamped his hand down on my shoulder, squeezed hard making me wince and said, “Get on your fucking knees. Lick my balls.” I side stepped out from under his grasp, grabbed my baggy, hit the Tina, took a couple deep breaths, and sunk to my knees on the raggedy patch of carpet in front of the couch. Master drove his cock into my throat with full force, making me gag and my stomach wretch, but he did not care as I started to spit up gut juice around the edges of his dick as he forced himself as far as possible into my wind pipe. Balls deep he paused – I struggled, tried to push, shifted my legs back and forth furiously creating nasty rug burns on my knees and still he held me in place, choking me off on his dick. When he finally released me I fell onto all fours, gasping and heaving as he laughed and then he said “Stand the fuck up, no, get the fuck back down and lick my balls, suck on those eggs, tug on them with those lips, that’s it.” With a mouth full of black hairy balls Master patted my head as he said, “You know what a gangbang is right? Well the dick down earlier was just a sampling of what – what was it you called us – BBGB or Booty-Bandit-Gang-Bangers – yes the BBGB has to offer. Just like Baskin Robins, you got to sample and test the flavor of the day to see what you like – not that I really give a fuck what you like as you know. Then when you find that flavor that tickles your insides, you dig in with a nice cone. Well a gangbang is when you buy the whole fucking 5-gallon king-size tub and eat it in one setting and tonight you’re going to get all 31 flavors and a 5-gall tub for every motha fucking one! I want you to snort as much of that baggy right now as you can. I don’t care if you drop out, snort it up.” So I did, and while I coated my insides with white, Master walked over to one of the boxes, dug around, came back and in one hand held out a roll of duct tape and the other a pair of scissors. “Set your shit down and lift your hands up,” he said. The thug on the couch started to say something but Master hushed him with a quick glare. I held my arms up and watched as Master peeled off a strip of duct tape, sliced it, then held it out towards my body, nodded to himself, then cut several more strips of the same size and tacked them to frame of the sling. When he had several done, he waved me over, my arms still raised, he then pulled off one strip, tacked it to my skin just where the shadow of hair started above my dick, pressed it down and over my dick and under my balls. “Good thing you are already almost smooth,” he said as he peeled another piece off the metal frame of the sling, “Otherwise this shit would hurt like hell when it comes off. As it is it may take some skin, but will give you a bikini wax for fucking sure.” He then continued methodically placing one piece of duct tape after another, safely tucking and hiding my dick and balls out of sight. He then grabbed the roll and following the lines of my hips and ass cheeks, wound the tape around my body, securing his ‘dick patch’ in place with what looked like a duct tape jock strap. “You didn’t need that shit anyways did you now,” Master said with a sideways glance to thug on the couch who had swallowed my load and who held his face steady without a twitch to give away that he still probably had some of my nutt in his mouth. Once he was done, Master turned me round and round for inspection, slapped my ass a few times and said, “That’s done. Remember, you ain’t nothing but a pussy and cunt and that’s all the boys need to see or access tonight. Come on, get your ass up in the sling and let’s get this shit on the road.” I walked over to the end of the sling feeling a bit like Frankenstein as the tape pulled and tugged awkwardly. Both of the gangbangers helped me get situated in the sling, they secured my ankles in leather cuffs connected to the chains, and as I laid back with my pink hole exposed. Once they had me secure, Master walked to the other end, snipped a couple holes in a plastic bag, slid it over my face, and as he wound the duct tape around my neck to secure the bag said, “Trust me. This is for your protection. Some of our boys we cannot afford to have you know about and they get skiddish about potential witnesses – so, while they will be digging out that white pussy, and breeding it like the slut hole and sissy cunt you are, no way will you be able to point fingers for nothing.” I just shrugged and asked, “May I have some more crystal though?” Master laughed, “Fuck NO! I got something way better for what’s to come.” I started to shiver even though my mind felt calm. I guess my body knew enough to be afraid. Someone grabbed my left arm, pulled it out away from my body, tied something around tight, tapped my skin, then I flinched from a small pinch and waited – violently coughed once, twice, three times, then my world spun. I cried out as my head felt like it was squeezed in a vise grip as memories flooded through me and I had flashes of the rape fucks from the guys named Unc, Billy, the guy in the rest area and more. Master’s voice sounded so distant as he shook me and asked, “You OK?” I REMEMBERED - Billy’s number was in my secret box! I REMEMBERED - the gang fuck at ROXIES. I REMEMBERED – Harold, and Curtis, and more. Another needle, the spasming stopped and my mind was clear, all my memories had crashed back for a fleeting moment and I knew – my name was Mikey – but then just as quickly they all started to swirl away in a whirlpool of forgetting. I clung to the one thought that I had to remember to ask for that shot again – whatever it was – whatever to cost – I had to remember. The moment passed, the high slammed back into me and I was tripping to beat fuck and was back to being the unknowing sissy cunt for an eager group of monster black dicks and I’m loving it! “PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!” I cried out as loud as I could. I was floating, hands touched me, voices invaded, then something more, something long, thick, blunt, in my hole, “YES! PLEASE FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME!!!” I felt full, I squirmed, I stopped, I got ripped open, then closed, then opened again, and so warm. Voices of a crowd of gangbanger thugs mixed in an orchestra of sexual domination, “LOOK AT THAT WHITE SISSY…CUM CRAVING CUNT…OH DAMN THAT HOLE IS WET…TAKE THAT LONG BLACK DICK…LET ME HEAR YOU CRY FOR IT, BEG FOR IT SISSY…YOU WANT IT HARDER? I’LL GIVE IT TO YOU HARDER….WIPE THAT HOLE DRY SO THE BITCH FEELS THAT SHIT…LOOK AT RJ, LAPPING UP THAT CREAMPIE LIKE A KITTEN AT A MILK BOWL…SHOOT THEM BABIES IN THAT CUNT, RAPE THAT SHIT OUT!...FUCK THEM SHARDS UP IN THAT ASS, KEEP THE SLUT FLYING…ALRIGHT TIME TO FLUSH THE PUSSY OUT WITH OUR CHEM PISS, LET’S SEE HOW BLOATED THOSE GUTS CAN GET…I DON’T CARE IF YOU THINK THE CUNT PASSED OUT, DON’T MATTER NONE, THIS AIN’T NO DATING GAME SO STICK THAT ANACONDA UP THERE…DAMN THAT HOLE JUST SUCKING UP THE BLACK DICK AND NUTT!! HA HA HA – LITTLE PIG LITTLE PIG LET US IN!” Some time later, when I guess they all had their fill for now, I felt a set of strong hands shake me to get me to focus, then I was being helped down out of the sling. My feet went out from under me a bit, I staggered, the plastic bag on my face was torn open a bit by my mouth and a cascade of Gatorade was spilled down my throat, although it seemed like more of it went down my chin, onto my chest, then puddled around my knees on the floor. “He needs a minute,” someone said. “No he don’t,” a voice I recognized responded as two hands gripped my head from the back as someone else set a hand on my forehead and with their other squeezed my face so my jaws opened like a baby bird waiting for dinner. “Before I fuck you slut I need to piss and you need to rehydrate so open up that fucking throat,” my tormentor said. As scalding hot chem piss filled my throat I choked, gagged, tried to swallow, and it kept coming, and coming, and then my stomach slammed shut and the rest of it came back up. I was good and wet now – sticky from the Gatorade and smelly from the piss. The plastic bag over my face was ripped open some more and as I blinked and focused on the set of muscular thighs in front of me I knew it was Carter, the leader of the gang and my boss for the drug mule work I was doing. The tell tale sign was the tattoo on his right thigh that was a headshot of Jesus with a crown of thorns, and on the left a series of roses and children’s faces. I looked up at his body, his rich caramel skin covered in dozens of tatts in shades of gray and black, a thick beefy chest, six pack abs, and that little V of taut muscles on his sides pointing to the motherload – his dick. And fuck what a dick! Like always, he was wearing Timberland boots with no socks. Carter slapped my face, “Tell me slut, you like that shit? You a fucking freak for sure being all nasty and using that booty as a juicer to work those cucumber dicks that nutted up in you. You feel their cum up in there? Did they fuck you good, huh? Now assume the fucking position as its time for me to get mines.” I was still out of it, dizzy, high, aching, and while my ass was throbbing at the sight of his monster dick I just stayed kneeling where I was, not able to make my body move. “God damn stupid cunt!” Carter snarled as he grabbed me by the back of the neck like the alpha wolf snagging a pup and dragged me to the closest metal support for the sling. He then bent down, attached a handcuff to one wrist, wrenched my arm around the metal support, attached the other, stood back up and clapped his hands together like he celebrating a good day’s work before he spit on his dick and started to slick it up with long, purposeful strokes. I turned my head to see him the best I could and said, “So, you’re the final fudge packer for the day? Should I call you Duncan Hines now?” I heard the sound of Master’s laugh coming from behind me as Carter made a low, menacing sound in his throat. He paused his stroke, said, “Clear the fucking room,” then knelt down beside me, grabbed my face tight and with clear focused eyes whispered, “You’re just a smart ass bitch ain’t you? Well you’d best remember to keep that shit to yourself when you are with me in front of my men. In private, I can appreciate a pushy whore, but not in front of my men. Understand?” I nodded, Carter stood up, stepped out of my sight line, rustled around, came back, and then I felt a tug and I screamed as Carter ripped off some of the duct tape that ran across my lower back and down around my right thigh. “THAT SHIT HURTS DON’T IT. WELL TIME TO MAKE THAT PRETTY WHITE ASS SHINE.” I screamed again as Carter ripped the tape off the other side as it felt like two or three layers of skin came with it. I know now it didn’t, but at the time – holy fuck! Carter just laughed, spanked and slapped the raw skin where the tape was several times, then leaned forward and said, “Do you want to snort your shit before I take care of what’s left?” I nodded vigorously and begged, “YES PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE DURGS, PLEASE, IT HURTS TOO FUCKING MUCH!” Carter laughed some more, spread my legs with his Timberland covered feet, pressed a hand on my back and with the other reached under and found an edge of the duct tape on my lower stomach that was covering my balls and dick and without further warning pulled as hard as he could down and back. I couldn’t breathe, the pain sharp and intense, my eyes teared up, I started to sweat, my body hunched up like a cat hissing at a dog and then spasmed three or four times. Carter slapped my ass a few more times and said, “There. That should serve as lesson that there is the easy way and there’s the hard way and when you forget your place and get mouthy, it will be the hard way every fucking time. Now poke that ass out as I plan to fucking jump deep in that sloppy pussy.” Carter squatted behind me, lined himself up with my waiting ass, and then plowed his throbbing raw dick balls deep and grunted, sighed, stirred the gangbanger cum that was in me around a bit, then said, “that’s good – right there – let me take care of that booty, do that slow bump in grind in the cum dump hole. You know that’s all you are right? A cump dump? Thank God for sluts like you – right there – YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT, HOW I LIKE MY SHIT, let me gape IT open, bruise those PUSSY lips up, POUND THAT SHIT OUT – HERE IT COMES – HERE COMES MY FUCKING NUTT TO TOP THAT SHIT OFF – OH HELL YEAH – HELL YEAH – OH...HELL...” Once every drop of fresh sperm was deposited in my bruised hole and mixed in good and well with the rest of the gangbanger cum, Carter yanked his dick out, let me lick him clean, then said to Master, “Hose him down, get him together, almost time to do the run and he best not be late,” and then he left. As Master knelt and unlocked the handcuffs on my hands I pleaded for more dick, for him to fuck me. I had taken so many dicks, so much cum, and been fucked non-stop for hours and part of me could not imagine I would want any more. But then when Carter pulled his dick out, my body reacted and my need to be bred took over and I begged for more. Master just shook his head, laughed, and said, “Jesus H. Christ – can’t believe you want more. I’m tapped. Already filled you up, but no worries. Now that we know there’s a gangbang slut handy, trust – we will damn well use that pussy up!” I couldn’t wait and my mind was obsessed with dick and wanting dick as Master led me out to the side of the garage and literally hosed me down with a garden hose to wash off the funk, then led me back in, had me eat some Chinese takeout even though I insisted I was not hungry. I drank some Gatorade, then he handed me my baggy – freshly filled – and said, “Snort your shit up. Your day is just starting. The fair starts in two days, and all you will be doing between now and then is running shit and finishing building up our drug stock at the stadium.” I started to interrupt to say that Pa may want me to fuck the carneys or something, but Master interrupted me with a dismissive wave of his hand and said, “Fuck ain’t nothing to worry about with that asshole. Don’t you worry. You just stick to what me and the boys and keep the boss happy and your ‘Pa’ will be dealt with. And – if you good – maybe we’ll bring you back to the Pleasure Palace again tonight.” My ass twitched, a little cum leaked out of my hole at the thought, and I smiled. The Tina burned worse then usual when I snorted it, but I did a bit extra and for good measure even worked some up my ass. Much better! I got dressed, pulled my clothes on, remembered Teddy’s advice and put the sunglasses on. Grabbed my backpack, which was now full of drugs, my Polar Pop cup from Circle K so the street thugs would know who I was although I did think – what other fucking white boy is walking down these streets with a load of drugs on their back? Just as we got ready to head out I turned to Master and asked, “Can you – I don’t know what it was – but you gave me a shot right? Drugs of some kind? Can you, do that again please? I need to remember….I thought…I…my name…anyways, is that ok?” Master looked at me quizzically, squeezed my shoulder as he asked, “You sure you alright? Um yeah, I’ll shoot you up again. How else you think you could take a gang rape so well and you know that’s what we did right? And what we’ll do again? Oh hell, look what you’ve gone and done, just talking about that shit has got my dick rock again. Fuck, no time to take care of it now, fuck, you owe me slut. Come on, start walking. You need to get your ass to the stadium for the drop. Just in case me and the boys will be trailing you in that car over there. You got used hard last night, can’t have you fucking dropping out in the middle of the hood.” The Texas air felt oppressing and hotter than it seemed the day before as I began my walk back to the stadium. The backpack felt heavier today too and I felt sure every car that passed or every house I walked in front of the people were watching me, talking, because they knew. Knew what I was doing, knew what I had done, knew I had a gut full of cum. I paused, anxiously looked around, stepped off the sidewalk and edged toward the side of an abandoned house so I could fish out my baggy and hit the Tina some more. Before I could get the straw to my nose an incessant car horn echoed through the neighborhood. I turned, saw Master waving at me to get moving, gave him the middle finger, turned back and hit my Tina. OK, better. A while later I entered the gates and paused - did the guard give me the up-down-up-down eye ball look? I was in no mood to see Pa or Brett so veered right to take the long way to avoid the RV. I suddenly felt better as I turned the last corner, and there leaning by the door as always was Teddy – no shirt, his cap on backwards (one of the new ones I got him) and he had on the new sneakers too. He fucking better, I paid for that shit with my ass. Teddy just nodded at me, turned, rapped on the door, the lock turned and the door slowly opened revealing the dark room where Jenkins was waiting for us. I stepped inside Cotton Bowl Stadium, followed by Teddy who took the backpack off me, tossed it to the side, then said to the dark, “Listen up Jenkins. The boss says we will be doing runs straight the next two days, can you manage?” There was no reply from the darkness so I assumed that meant yes. Teddy went on, “And we may need someplace to stash him in between you know. How about a little side deal man, I know you like digging out this white hole and can tell you for a fact you ain’t seen nothing yet. The youngins had him laid up in the garage last night and rape fucked the shit out of that pink pussy, you hear me? I says you and me set up our own shit, make a little something-something ourselves. Same set up as before? Can you line them up? I’ll throw off the scent, create some confusion, we got oh, four hours or so before the next run, is that enough time?” I had no idea what he was talking about now, but would soon find out that Teddy and Jenkins were nastier fuckers than I thought. But for now, Teddy said, “Get those fucking clothes off and tell Daddy you want that black dick. Tell Daddy you want that black dick in that pussy. Tell Daddy…” I heard Jenkins leave for the moment with the latest load of drugs as I bent over, grabbed my ankles and assumed the position Teddy liked and begged, “FUCK ME DADDY. GIVE ME THAT CUM. FUCK MY WHITE HOLE. FUCK IT!!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 16: The Fair Begins **My Name is Mikey contains 17 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

I just added that app this week and set it up for sex counts....great idea. works with apple watch (iOS version)....so you can easily look at your totals and relive the fun.... maybe someone needs to set up a place for everyone to add their numbers......so it really is a CUM-ulative total

Met an ok young guy like 21 off of grindr this morning. I was super horny. He said condom only and I was mad but I said ok. He got here and was sooooo horny I rubbed my cock all over his lubed hole hoping he would let me put it in my true to his work CONDOM... So I on and pulled it half off as I was fingering him doggie and bit off the tip. I shoved right in! Made him moan and he milked my cock thinking I was fully wrapped. Boy was he wrong. Bred his hole with my massive load and made him cum too. Then I pulled out and made sure to pull it off when he was still doggie style. Hope he gets tested soon...

Daddy used grindr to find a 17 year old guy to fuck me (age of consent is 16 in uk). Was weird being with someone thats younger than me. I felt pretty embarressed as i was locked and everything. Then the boy watched as daddy bred me slowly. I had to keep eye comtact with him the whole time. He got hard and came down my throat. I was blushing the whole time! He was so confident, just proves i'm a pussy bitch boy!

Have a feeling after a couple days of use like this they will be able to drive a Mac truck up the hole he is going to end up with ......:-)well used and very stretched and very hungry to keep it filled......... HOT STORY

Listen to me moan and whine like a little queer as my top calls me out as a faggot as I suck his cock. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=Monqd-G405-

Why? Because I'm fat, always have been, and to get a guy, particularly a gay guy, to even touch me, I had to make certain compromises.

Previously… Pedro had just taken a toke of a joint he’d lit up, and while maintaining a steady fucking rhythm on Kieran, added, “yeah chico, most guys in a sex party don’t like to meet the guy at the door who looks like he could go out and buy a paper. It can kill the buzz”. I beamed at this. Little known to me, I’d been doing the “bedroom lads” a favour by prepping the new lads as they came in. Pedro took a second toke and passed the joint down to Kieran. He took a drag and shotgunned it to me. Pedro looked over at Mac and continued “…but now that the party’s complete, maybe it’s time to break out the K?” Right so… Mac nodded at Pedro and started looking around for the drugs tray. Finn and Pedro were the ones who’d been shown how to divvy up the lines, so we all took a bit of a break while the lads sorted out the tray. Andrew and Kieran went to cleanse again – the others had literally fucked the shit out of them. I was pretty impressed with Andrew’s first time fucking skills. I must get him coked up more often. JP and I had just finished changing the bed sheets (the old ones were almost hard as a rock by now with all the dried lube and sweat) when we saw Richard come in with two shot-glasses with half an eye-dropper of G in each of them and a half-full tetra-pak of orange juice. I knew what that meant. We were out of Irn Bru and all other sweet fizzy drinks. Fuck! In sex parties you can run out of lube, as I mentioned before, and things can grind (or chafe!) to a halt. However in drug fuelled parties, if you run out of sugary drinks it can also put a huge dampener on things. With ecstasy - you need to keep your electrolytes up cause you sweat so much, and with G you need to have something sweet to mask the brutal taste of it. I was hoping Richard wouldn’t mention a shop-run. Some shops would be open on a Sunday morning but I didn’t want to go through the “horrors” of a shop-run. I’d be super paranoid that everyone could tell that I’m high, ugh, no fuckin way. I could imagine it now. The check-out girl in the Tesco giving you serious side-eye as you stock up on lube and fizzy drinks. Some old dear behind you in the queue burning her disapproving glare into your back! Some breeder’s kid pointing at the bottles of lube and saying “what’s that daddy?”. Nah – fuck that. Done enough of them in my time. Richard laughed at me when he saw the dawning look of horror on my face. “Don’t worry Stuart, we’ve got it covered. Don will be heading back this way before we need to top up again and he says he’ll bring supplies. He may have a couple who’ll want to play with us too.” This was mixed news to me. While I loved novelty, and a new couple meant two new asses to fuck and/or dicks to be fucked by, I was also wary of Don, cause he fucked me so roughly last time. As I was thinking about this and knocking back my G and orange juice, the other lads filed back in. Kieran and Andrew were still a bit damp from the shower and were messing about with each-other. Finn, Pedro and Mac came in with the drugs tray and Pedro got everyone’s attention. “Right lads, so what we have here is enough K for everyone – roughly two lines of the stuff which should give you a solid trip in about 5 to 10 minutes. Now remember it’s gonna make you feel very trippy so if you’re not up for it, feel free to give it a miss – more for us then” He looked around at each of us. I knew by looking at them that JP, Andrew and Kieran were all a little wary, but noone spoke up. Pedro handed around the tray with newly chopped straws. I was curious about the straws – why we always needed new ones, but Richard told me later that seemingly there is a small risk of blood transmission if everyone snorts using the same tube – news to me! Looking back I never copped at the time how bizarre it was that Pedro would be so careful about drug tubes, and still only want to fuck bareback. Anyways, by the time the tray was passed to me there were only two lines left. I snorted up mine – got a little bit of a strange numb metallic taste off of it. After snorting the K, I surveyed the scene. JP and Mac were at the back of the bed again, this time sitting up against the wall and jacking eachother. Kieran and Andrew were bent over the right side of the bed away from the window – they’d asked Finn and Richard to check their arses to make sure they were clean. Kieran had obviously liked my chat-up line from earlier. I couldn’t see the lads (Richard and Finn) from this angle, but looking at the faces of the two of them, I presumed Richard was behind Andrew from his facial expressions of shock and bliss. He was nearer to me and easier to check behind him… I leaned over. Yep, there was Richard doing his Mr Miyagi thing. I turned around to Pedro who was also in survey mode, figuring out who he’d join. When I’m high on E in a sex party I tend to want to try everyone at least once. I’ve other friends who just want to be with one guy, and secrete themselves somewhere off in a distant bedroom. I never really got that type – why would they bother going to a sex party in the first place and not simply go for a website hook-up then? Friends tell me it’s about finding a guy with the right chemistry, but for me, when I’m high on E – I just want a whole mess of guys – the more the better. Get that dick in me! And that one! And that one there! And where d’you think you’re going? – Join the queue! I looked over at Pedro. “C’mere papi” I said, grinning like a twat. I sat on the bed and he walked in between my outstretched legs, his cock bobbing at head level. I took the invite and swallowed as much of him as I could. Looking up at Pedro while blowing him was hot, he was tweaking his nipples and gurning his lips. Pedro had a very active mouth when high – he probably ground his teeth too – but the biggest thing I remember is the way he’d make ridiculous faces while under the influence of any uppers – E, Coke, Mephedrone, all of em. For me it’s always hot to see this fucked up drugs-face – smacking your lips, rolling your eyes, running your tongue along the front of your teeth over and over again. I see a guy like that and all I think is – fuck – I want some of what he’s having! I think that and I also think, how do I get this guy alone!? I remember calling out to a guy’s place in Byron Bay in Australia. I chatting to him online from the hostel I was in (again before smart phones and grindr). The guy (early 50s, killer beach bum bod, mohawk, lots of piercings, sleazy as fuck, just the way I like em) was really into lycra and wanted me to model some wrestling singlets and speedos for him, cause he saw I was hung on my Gaydar profile. When I went there, the lad was flying high as a kite – lip-smacking, rubbing his nose, bugging his eyes out and forgetting the thread of our chat every five seconds or so. As I copped it, I could see his paranoia rising or as I like to call it “the Fear” as he knew I knew he was high. I just looked at him and smiled and said “just point me to where your speedos are that you want me to wear, and while I’m trying them on, maybe you could roll up some more of whatever you’ve been smoking and share it?” He laughed at that and we went on to have a very hot session with eachother on weed and coke (and also tag-teamed another fuckbud of his that he had “doublebooked” later that night – man that was fuckin hot – but I digress). Pedro pushed me off his cock back onto the bed and got up beside me. We were lying facing each-other on the left lower quarter near the chair. He ran his hand sensually down my shoulder, along my flank, making a slow throaty purr as he ran his fingers down, fingertips just skating over my skin, ever so slowly over my stomach and down to my cock. “Fucking hell chico, I love this milky white skin of yours” I’d leaned in to kiss the rose-tattoo on his pec and looked back up at his face. He was chewing on his lower lip and looking over the guys fucking on the bed (Richard and Finn were now starting to fuck Andrew and Kieran respectively). I looked down to his throbbing wet dick. “You wanna fuck too?” I asked him. He looked back to me and chuckled, “yeah chico that’d be nice”. He was slurring his words into a drawl at this stage. I wasn’t quite sure how many drugs I or Pedro had taken up until now, but our high was getting a little odd – mostly euphoric and delicious and wonderful, but also a little disconnected. I shook it off and positioned myself doggy-style on the bed. Pedro handed me some poppers and knelt behind me and started to slip his cock in. At this stage of the night there was very little resistance, I just breathed in the poppers and then as the surge of want washed over me, I signalled to Pedro to shove the rest in. I sighed in relief as I once again felt whole – there was a cock up my ass – everything was right with the world. Pedro was thrusting into me with an odd on-again-off-again rhythm. He leaned down over my shoulder. “How’s that feel chico?” “Ah yeah, that’s the stuff Pedro… but steadier eh?” and I ground my open hole back onto him, his cock bottoming out in me, “I need you in me, fast and deep, more regular” With that he pulled out, bending his rock-hard 9 inches at my hole and waited. “What the fuck Pedro? Get it in there!” I put my hands behind me and pulled my cheeks apart. Nothing. I winked my hole at him, “C’mon Pedro, what you waiting for?” He smirked and said “Beg for it, you bossy fuck!” “What?” “I wanna hear you beg me chico! I’m the one in charge here” “Really? Um..” I was feeling pretty dizzy at this stage and normally would have been into the roleplay but I was just feeling a bit out of sync with Pedro – like I wasn’t getting into his rhythm. “…ok, fine” I said cockily with a smirk of my own, “I’ll take my hole where it’s appreciated!” The look on Pedro’s face was priceless as I picked myself up and on my knees, scooted up to the two lads up top – Mac and JP. Mac at this point was sitting facing me being blown by JP. Meanwhile JP himself was being blown by Kieran. I looked at Mac’s rock-hard monster of a bottle cock – and touched JP on the shoulder. He looked up at me as I guided his face up off of Mac. I asked “can I take over for a bit”. JP smiled and cupped my jaw to kiss me. Moving up over Mac’s legs, positioning his cock under my hole, I stopped kissing JP and turned to Mac and asked, “is this seat taken” and then sat down on his holewrecker of a cock. Now I’d love to say I slid down in one slick smooth motion, but honesty where it’s due – it took three hits of poppers before I got that monster two thirds into me. Mac was delighted I finally felt brave enough and JP was egging me on and holding the poppers for me and even feeding them to me – pressing one nostril closed at a time for me to sniff them, while I used both my hands to balance my squatting position on the bed. Even Pedro forgot our play-tiff and came up behind me and helped hold Mac’s cock steady for me. Air’s “Sexy Boy” was playing in the background as I stuffed him into me in stages, and fuck it if the cocktail of drugs wasn’t making me feel just that – sexy as fuck and surrounded by hot lads. To start with I got his head to shove in easily enough through my asslips, and it didn’t take too long for my ass to get used to it. I passed JP the poppers cause my hands were pretty lubey and it was getting hard to open them. JP, mindreader that he was, took them and without direction fed ’em to me twice at each nostril – yer a star JP! Mac’s cock felt enormous, my sphincter felt like a taut elastic band around him as I got down to two thirds. Aussies have a great word for fucking – “to root” and right now I felt like Mac had put a fuckin tree-root in me – this huge heavy unyielding mass filling me up. I could feel Pedro’s breath behind my shoulder as he came up to rub my ass cheeks and hold Mac’s cock in place, although the caverject made sure there was no hope of it buckling. I looked to him as he started to tentatively get some movement going. I nodded and he began a slow pace. I was sitting on him and started to syncopate it – I think that’s the right word – as in, to match his pace with an equal but opposite rhythm and by doing so double the distance he went out and in again. I still kept it to two thirds deep – y’know – a normal cock’s depth. A little time into this and I started finding it tough to keep the timing right. I remember leaning over to Kieran, who’d been snogging JP while being powerfucked by Finn and leaning over to tease JP and him into a threeway snog. However as I did that I pulled out a little two much and fell onto my right knee and was rewarded by a gutpunch of a fuck by Mac as he finally pushed that last third into me. Though here’s the odd part, it didn’t hurt as I thought it would. In fact it really didn’t hurt at all. I was delighted with this and pulled back from the lads and experimentally got back into my squat to try a few proper thrusts. Bingo! My body was fully on board with the fucking! And man was I on board. I started to fuckin bounce up and down on Mac’s joystick and rode him for all I was worth. His dick was like a drug of its own – my nerves were squealing with pleasure as he stretched me out with each plunge. His dick was wider toward the base – maybe 8 inches circumference – I’m not that savvy on girth measurements – but it was thick as fuck. Normally I don’t like carrot dicks (as I call wide-based cocks) cause they’re always stretching you and your hole never gets fully used to them, but I was loving Mac’s treeroot of cock. I remember a few seconds later JP getting rimmed by Pedro while Kieran and I licked the sweat off of eachother’s faces like dogs, I stopped feeling – how would I put this? Intact? The K was kicking in and I was starting to fully disconnect.

Taking a mans load is a necessity as I need their DNA in me. I will never see a load go wasted, I've had sex in toilet cubicles and have licked loads off the floor and walls.

I'd love to be used like a faggot cumdump like this.

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

My name is Mikey – CHPT 4 - Time for Your Medicine: The taste of Harold’s cum that I fingered out of my ass was intoxicating. I kept sticking my finger in my bruised hole trying to find more, and realized how desperately I wanted Harold to fuck me again. Was sex always rough like that with men? As much as my guilt tried to overwhelm me, I knew I enjoyed it – fuck this was all so damn confusing. I rubbed the spot on my arm where Curtis had injected me with something earlier, and was not sure what to do, so thought maybe I should try to get some sleep. The constant low-level roar of the porn playing next door in the theater and not being able to get Harold out of my head, made that impossible. So, I got back up and took the ‘grand tour’ of Harold’s living quarters and realized he was as messy and filthy as the rest of Roxies seemed to be, so decided to tidy things up a bit. His pile of Army coveralls all seemed dirty and I was sniffing the last pair before adding them to the pile I had folded when I heard the padlocks begin unlocking on the door. I dropped the coveralls, anxiously hoping it was Harold coming back, then heard the locks on the inside being turned, and soon realized the footsteps I heard were Curtis’. “Well, well, well, I see you’re learning to be a good little wife already huh?” he said with a mix of amusement and what I thought was anger, “You ready for some more dick sissy?” Honestly I was, but did not want his, and took a step back towards the mattress on the floor as I said, “Hmm, no, I…don’t think I can. I…hurt pretty bad right now…and I…have not eaten in a long time. Can I get something to eat now?” Curtis dropped the backpack he was carrying, his eyes flaring with anger as he took two long strides and slapped me, knocking me onto mattress. “You will fucking eat when I tell you to eat, understand?” Curtis snarled, “For a sissy you are awful sassy. Maybe you will learn, but frankly I hope you don’t as I am going to fucking enjoy breaking you. Been far too long since I was able to tear someone apart from the inside out.” I rubbed my face where Curtis’ hand had connected and looked at him with a mix of fear, anger, disgust, and confusion. Curtis gave me a creepy smile and said in barely a whisper, “Don’t worry. That one won’t bruise, others will, but that little slap won’t. I know how to hit and not leave a mark. Now sit on the fucking edge of the bed and put your arm out and tell me your name.” I had to bite my tongue hard not to yell, “MY NAME IS MIKEY!” I held back, bowed my head and said, “I’m a sissy cunt.” “Again,” Curtis ordered. So I kept repeating, “I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” Curtis had kicked the backpack he had dropped over next to me, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin with his left hand and gave me that big fucking smile again as I repeated once more, “I’m a sissy cunt.” I had pleased him, and the rush of knowing that made me smile no matter how much I didn’t want to. Immediately Curtis’ smile disappeared and his right hand came up and slapped me even harder, knocking me on my side. “This ain’t about your fucking pleasure. Understand? Sit back up you cunt, and give me your arm,” Curtis spat out. My anger was rising again, but I obeyed, and watched as Curtis pulled two bottles of water out of his bag and set them to the side and then a black leather case, which he took his time unzipping. Curtis laid the case flat and there was a row of syringes on each side and two small glass bottles on each end. He grabbed a syringe, held it up in front of me as he filled it with a dark, yellow liquid from one of the bottles, then I watched as he tapped the syringe and pressed the end slightly so a small squirt shot out of the end. There was a sadistic gleam in his eyes as Curtis roughly grabbed my left arm, held it straight, with the edge of his right hand tapped a vein, then jabbed the syringe into it as I yelped and flinched, but Curtis had my arm locked in a vice grip and held me steady as gave me whatever had been in the bottle. When the syringe was empty he folded my arm, set the syringe in the leather case, dug around in his knapsack and brought out another syringe – one that appeared empty. I could not understand what he was doing as Curtis slowly inserted the needle into a vein in his own arm, but this time instead of injecting something, he pulled back a little on plunger and rivulets of blood followed. He was smiling again now, his entire face almost glowing as he pulled the needle out, licked his arm twice to remove any blood, then looked at me and cocked his head as if I could read his mind. Curtis kept smiling as he then grabbed my right arm and it dawned on me what he planned to do. No fucking way. I began to try to scramble back onto the mattress, but Curtis lifted a closed fist and raised his eyebrows as if asking, “Really, you really want to do that?” I started to shake and tremble and tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I watched in horror and fascination as Curtis slowly stuck the needle that had just been in his arm into mine, and emptied the barrel. When the plunger was all the way home and the barrel empty, Curtis gently removed the needle, bent forward and lovingly caressed the spot on my arm with his tongue before covering it in hot kisses. I didn’t understand why he had done that and was still shaking and too afraid to ask. Curtis tossed that syringe back into his backpack, stood up, pulled his pants down, and released his rock hard dick. I knew he wanted to fuck, so started to get up, but Curtis pushed me back down, knelt down on the floor with his pants still around his ankles, pulled me tight to him and gave me a long, wet kiss. His tongue explored my mouth and he began to nibble at my lips with his teeth, each bite a little harder than the last. “Do you feel it yet?” he asked, “Do you feel me? Do you feel your medicine? I’ve got another injection for you right here.” Curtis then slammed his closed fist into my chest sending me flat on my back and knocking the wind out of me a bit. He roughly reached out, flipped me over, spread my ass apart and buried his face in my hole, moaning and groaning as his mouth coated my ass crack and shredded ring with spit. My own dick was hard now, and I felt a little dizzy and disoriented. When I opened my eyes and looked at the crumpled up sheets or wall behind the mattress, the dizziness got worse, so I kept my eyes closed as Curtis continued to work my hole with his mouth. Waves of heat, cold, and nothingness seemed to circle through my body. I started to sort of phase out, must have been from that shot, and Curtis’ voice now seemed to come in bits and pieces. He had moved his body up over mine and was now grinding his long, thick, torpedo headed dick against my ass. “You want some more dick sissy cunt? I know you do. It’s all right, I know you can’t really think clearly right now, it’s alright sissy, I don’t want your mouth, JUST YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” With that Curtis punched his dick into my ass bringing me a moment of pain and clarity before the fog rolled back in. Curtis had his left arm around my neck to hold me in place and was whispering in my ear as he ground his dick around inside of me like a helicopter rotor, “FUCK YOU GOT A GOOD CUNT, GOD DAMN SISSY, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR. YOU WERE MADE FOR PLEASING MEN. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO FUCK YOU - YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO CUM IN YOU – YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THE WORTHLESS SISSY CUNT YOU ARE – YOU WILL THANK THEM! FUCKING JAIL RIPE ASS! SHIT. YOU WILL BE A SISSY THAT CRAVES BLACK DICK, NEEDS BLACK DICK, AND I AM GOING TO USE YOU HARD EVERY DAY AND FILL YOU WITH MY CUM.” The harder Curtis fucked me, the tighter he squeezed my neck with his arm and the dizzier I got. I brought my hands up to try pull his arm away, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Something about feeling the muscles in his forearm flex and move as he tightened his grip, combined with his dick stretching my ass out, and his dirty talk made me surrender. So I just held on and let him ride me. I don’t know what happened next. When I could focus again I was still face down on the mattress, but Curtis was not on top of me. I reached back and felt a wetness on my back and ass and heard Curtis laugh, then say, “I glazed that ham inside and out with my own honey sauce. Fucking leave it there and get up. Time for some more medicine.” I rubbed my eyes, shook my head to clear it, and carefully scooted to the edge of the mattress and got up. Curtis was sitting in a chair, fully dressed, hidden in a cloud of smoke. He held out his hand, “Here, hit it, this is that laced kush I was telling you about. From now on you will be in a constant state of FUCKED-THE-HELL-UP. Anytime I see you I expect you to be high, drunk, doped out on your medicine, or all three, understand? Good sissy cunt, now you’re learning. I don’t need to hear your mouth unless I give you permission to speak. Just nod that little head of yours. Fuck, what you doing? You don’t smoke good shit like that. Let me guess, you ain’t never smoked before you met those two white trash fuckers? You got to savor this shit, let it flow through you, ease it out. This ain’t no fucking horse race. That’s it, feel that? Good. Come on.” Curtis stood up, crossed his arms in impatience, and started to mumble something while I looked for a place to put out the joint. I found an overflowing ashtray on a shelf, went to put it out, but Curtis stopped me, grabbed it back, and gripped it between his teeth as he roughly shoved me forward. I quickly scanned for something to put on, not sure what was happening, but realizing again how naked I was and how dirty I felt. Curtis turned the deadbolts in the door, opened the door and stood back for me to pass through. I was assaulted by the porn theater’s raucous sounds of some young girl being pummeled by two big dicks and cautiously took a step forward. I had lost track of time, so was not sure how long I had been in Harold’s room, but the theater now had a low haze of smoke drifting in gentle waves several feet off the floor and it felt tremendously hot in there. Curtis closed the door, gripped my left arm hard, and as he steered me towards the back of the theater I saw two guys who were sitting in the theater seats turn their heads, their hands pausing from jacking their dicks, as they watched my naked parade. I was led to a group of men who were sitting in a cluster of chairs over by the couch. Their voices died and all heads turned and stared as Curtis dragged me closer. Even with the heat, my body was covered in goose bumps and I held a hand over my dick, trying to give myself some sense of being covered up. “Jesus fucking Christ Curtis,” one of them said, “What the fuck have you done?” I looked around at the group, I guess there were seven or eight of them, all white and older like my dad’s age, scruffy, some had beards, most of them were smoking, and the smell of pot was especially strong coming from the guy Curtis stopped and made me stand by. “Well,” Curtis started, “I ain’t done nothing that didn’t need doing and you know better than to get up in my fucking shit. However, as a show of appreciation for your steady business you bunch of freaks, I figured I would let you share in my bounty – err booty.” This elicited a round laughs, “Hell yeahs,” and more. Curtis lit the joint he had me hit before, gave it to me again with a nod to hit it hard several times, he then ground it out on the floor and said, “You dirty fucks have an hour,” and then walked out the exit and shut the door, leaving me alone. Immediately multiple hands began grabbing at me, touching me, someone swore when they ran their hands in the cum Curtis had dribbled on my lower back when he pulled out, and in the dim, hazy light of the porn movie, I was pawed and fawned over as the pack of perverts tried to figure out what to do. I didn’t know what to do either. I did know that if I went back to the room Curtis would get angry, so I just stood there and tried to ignore what was happening. “Hey, you, fuck what’s wrong with you,” one of the men asked who was now standing in front of me, “Where you from, what’s your name, from that wad covering your hind side and dripping down your thighs it looks like Curtis fucked you right. Did he? You can tell us?” Another round of laughter and the group was now joined by the guys who had been sitting in the theater seats closer to the screen. One of them rammed a boney finger up my ass then exclaimed, “Fucking whore! This pussy is wet and open. Just what I needed.” He soon was gripping my waist and thrusting his dick into my open ass. Compared to Curtis, he was not that big, so it didn’t hurt. Egged on by some of the guys telling him to, “Breed that pussy. Fuck that cunt,” the guy fucking me was soon letting everyone know he was cumming in my ass. As soon as the first guy pulled out, there was another one sliding in who was fucking rougher and harder making me have to reach out and steady myself on some guy’s shoulder. Now one of them was standing in front of me ordering me to suck his dick and asked me, “Ever tasted pussy? This is what dick tastes like after fucking a pussy, lick my wife’s juices.” ICK…I opened my mouth and got pegged on both ends. Then I was shuffled over to the couch and made to bend forward and suck on a tiny little dick attached to a very fat guy, as someone else fucked me and told everyone how sloppy my hole was. I couldn’t tell who was fucking me and as soon as one stopped, another shoved his dick in me. It took the fat guy forever to cum in my mouth and when he did it was barely a dribble. He heaved himself off the couch and before another guy could take his place the guy fucking me told me to put my knees up on the couch, grab the back, and push my ass out. That’s how I was when Curtis came back to get me, ass up, being raw fucked by some unknown man. “Time’s up fellas,” Curtis’ voice cut through the chatter like a knife through butter. The guy who was fucking begging for just another minute as he was close to shooting again, but Curtis physically yanked him off me, I heard someone swear, chairs slide, then Curtis grabbed my arm and dragged me stumbling back to Harold’s room. Curtis slammed the door, bolted it, pushed me towards Harold’s mattress and said, “Stop right where you are. Were you a good sissy? Gave them all a good cunt? Did you take every dick and every load?” I didn’t say a word, Curtis chuckled, “Good. You may speak.” I then replied, “Yes, thank you,” and that made Curtis go, “MMMMHHHHHH.” The sound of Curtis unzipping his pants seemed impossibly loud, his big hands clamped onto my hips, his nails digging into my skin. He roughly pulled me back against his body and said, “You smell like a whore, you know that? All that white trash cum running down your legs. I bet you cannot even close that hole anymore huh. Just like a sissy cunt. Let me get up in there – OH FUCK YEAH THAT CUNT IS WET! ALL THAT WHITE TRASH NUTT UP IN THERE! MAKING IT HOT AND WET FOR ME! TELL ME HOW THEY FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW THOSE WHITE TRASH FUCKERS USED YOUR CUNT. TELL ME HOW YOU HATED THOSE TINY WHITE DICKS AND MISSED THIS BIG BLACK MONSTER FUCKING YOU!” I obeyed and told Curtis all he wanted to know. Every word spurned him on and as he slam fucked me in the middle of the floor, my ass made wet clapping and slurping sounds, which caused his dick to swell. Suddenly Curtis’ mood seemed to change and he started slapping my head and face yelling, ‘SHUT UP CUNT SHUT UP!” I didn’t know what I had done and stumbled forward a step or two trying to maintain my balance, which made Curtis even angrier. The hits came harder, the fucking rougher, and I was so confused, then suddenly Curtis stopped and I heard Harold say, “Mind if I cut in?” My ears were ringing, my head throbbing, and I think Curtis mumbled something back, but he released me, pulled his dick from my ass, and stepped away as he and Harold exchanged angry whispers. I was too afraid to turn around and stood where I was, my body shaking, until I was embraced by Harold who held me against him and said, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” I turned and stood on my tip toes as Harold leaned down and kissed me. Not hard and rough, just in a way that made me feel like he wanted me. His breath was an awful mix of cigarettes, liquor, pot, I don’t know what else, but I loved it and felt the heat of desire boil up inside me as I knew it was in him from the bulge now tenting his coveralls. Harold let me go, went over to his book shelf, grabbed the full ashtray, dumped it into a box on the floor, dropped the ashtray in a plastic bag, dug around, dropped a few more things in, grabbed a bottle of brown liquor sitting on the floor, wadded the sheets and blankets on his bed into a ball, tucked them under his arm and said, “Come on.” I followed Harold through the door into the bathroom that connected his room to Curtis’ office. He asked if I had to go, but I just looked at how dirty and messy I was, shook my head no and said, half asking, “But my clothes?” Harold just smiled and said, “You don’t need your clothes,” so I then followed him out the other door and into Curtis’ office. I was afraid I would see Curtis, but Harold said, “Don’t worry. He’s gone for the night. Home to the old lady.” Harold opened a small door in a back corner and said, “Follow me,” and he started climbing. There were metal rungs protruding from the cinder block wall and as I stepped in and looked up I saw Harold unlatch and push open a panel and then climb out onto the roof. Harold reached down and lifted me up through the hatch and onto the roof and I immediately jumped around and swore as the hot surface burned my bare feet. “Oh shit, sorry beautiful, my fucking bad. Here, stand on these.” Harold dropped the blankets, I quickly jumped on them, and stood naked in the hot, humid air. It was night out. I don’t know what time exactly, but the only real light was coming from the moon and the strip mall parking lot lights. I could see other stores, restaurants, and the interstate and could hear the rumble of trucks and cars and the sounds of life. There was a slight breeze, which felt so good, but then I remembered I was still naked and squatted down. Harold laughed, “Ain’t no one can fucking see you. Look. The side of the building is high enough that hell, you’d have to be climbing the dam light pole to see up here. I thought you might enjoy a little change of scenery, what do you think?” I looked around, smiled, and said, “Thank you. I do. This is great.” I then watched, hungry for this man, as Harold dug around in his bag, pulled out some stuff, lit a joint, hit it, then handed it to me before he unzipped, kicked his boots off, slid his overalls off, and wiggled his boots back on. When he was done, Harold put his fist on his hips and posed like a fucking super hero, and said, “Bow before your Mandingo Warrior God, serve the supreme black man,” making me choke and laugh and lose the smoke I had in my lungs. I hit the joint again as Harold had me step on his coveralls, he then stepped over to a blue tarp that was being held down by several concrete blocks, set the blocks aside, pulled the tarp back, took the blankets and laid them out on top of a mattress that had been under the tarp. “I like to sleep up here sometimes,” Harold explained, “I just need the space, you know?” I quickly stepped over to the mattress and sat down beside Harold. Fuck every time he smiled at me I wanted to melt. What was that? Harold pulled the liquor bottle out, a couple more joints, he offered me the bottle while he lit up, then he plopped back on the mattress, letting out a big sigh and a stream of smoke. This was my first chance to really get a good look at him naked, so I took it. I laid on my side and tentatively reached out to touch his torso, but stopped, not sure if I should. Harold took my hand, held it in his and set it on his stomach. The heat radiating from his body was hotter than the roof! Harold removed his hand, hit the joint again, put his arms back and up over his head stretching out like a big cat, a lion, a true king. I slowly ran my left hand up and down his stomach, over his chest, outlining all the various tattoos that marked his skin as well as various scars – large and small. The dog tags around his neck felt cold, even in the heat of the night. When I touched his side he chuckled. A little – ticklish – hmmm. Harold tilted his head back letting me have access to his neck and the angel wing tattoos that wrapped around it. I raised my left leg and laid it on top of his, my knee brushing his dick, which twitched and grew a little. Harold sighed again, rolled onto his stomach, and let me explore his back. I straddled his lower back and began to massage him, his muscles giving way under my fingers as he enjoyed his 420 and my touch. After a while Harold rolled back over, flicked what was left of his joint away, pulled me against his body with his left arm so I was half laying on his chest, and began to ask me questions about myself. I was reluctant to answer after all that happened, but I felt safe with him, so I told him everything about meeting Brett and Pa at the campground, and then ending up at Roxies, and Curtis, and the theater, everything – well almost everything as I left out the part about Curtis and his blood needle. I realized as I was telling him about the theater his long dick had swelled, the foreskin pulled back, the head was glistening with precum. I could not resist and scooted down a little so I could taste it, and lick it, which made Harold grab my head, “Swallow that shit.” I sucked him for a little bit, went back to lying on his chest, and it was Harold’s turn. He told me he was a mechanic in the Army, had done a few tours overseas, been shot up a bit, which explained the scars on his chest. He and Curtis had grown up together and while Curtis had gotten into the wild shit over there interrogating the terrorists, he was content fixing shit. When he paused I asked, “Are you gay?” This got a big laugh and Harold said, “Oh, nothing like that beautiful. Like I told you, I like a good boy pussy, and yours is well….well you can see what just talking about it does to me. I had a girl before I got shipped off, but I was different when I came back, so was she. Curtis has been good to me, took me in, gave a job, place to crash, and working here there’s always a willing mouth or ass if I need to bust. But honestly, those are just holes to nutt in. You beautiful are more than that, you are pussy. Look how you make my dick swell. Go ahead, touch it, stroke it, feel that big black shaft.” Harold’s dick was definitely longer and thicker than Curtis’ and I liked tugging on his foreskin. I was uncut too, which was unusual for guys my age and got me plenty of ridicule in the locker room. After several minutes of stroking his dick, I could not believe how big it looked. “Fuck, that’s like a fucking horse dick! I can’t believe I took the whole thing!” I said. Harold reached over into his bag, pulled out a bottle of baby oil and said, “Here, see what you can do with this.” I took the bottle, turned the cap, dribbled some baby oil on Harold’s chest and took my time rubbing it over his body, glistening him up from head to toe. I then squirted some onto his dick, making him sigh and his dick throb and pulse in my hand like a garden hose with a kink in it. Harold’s head was back, and his eyes closed, as he enjoyed the attention so he was surprised when I straddled his torso, reached behind me, made his dick even slicker, and guided it towards my ass. “You want me to fuck you? You want to ride my dick? It takes me a long time to cum in this position, but it stays fucking hard. Will you keep it in? Let me work that ass with my 3rd leg? Yeah – FUCK YEAH! Look at me, keep your eyes open. I want to see your face as you sit on it, feel it stretch you open. I’m a freak beautiful, so I’m up for ANYTHING, are you?” I just smiled as I grabbed Harold’s slick dick, tried to get a firm grip, and leaned forward so I could angle it into my waiting hole. Harold did not move. He let me guide it to my ass and when I was ready I pushed and felt it slip inside my ring. I only let the head go in, then pulled off, slid the head back in, pulled off, then did it again. After a few times of teasing his dick like that I knew Harold wanted more as his cock was literally quivering in my hand. The feeling of a hot man’s dick pulsing in my hand with every heart beat was un-fucking believable! I threw my head back and bounced up and down on his raw dick as hard and deep as I could. When my legs began to tire Harold started bucking his hips, thrusting into me, preparing my hole. I was surprised when my own orgasm overwhelmed me and as my dick spewed wildly across Harold’s chest, my ass clamped down like a vice and I tried to push off his dick as it suddenly hurt and I was too sensitive. Harold grabbed my waist, held me tight, and I leaned forward onto his chest letting him angle up into my ass walls, flesh smacking flesh. “Ready for that Louisiana cream pie beautiful?” Harold asked. “LET ME EMPTY THAT NUTT IN THAT PUSSY. TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT IT. UP IN THAT STOMACH? WANT THAT NUTT UP INSIDE YOU? THAT’S IT BEAUTIFUL, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT, OH GOD DAMN, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE…..SHIT…” As Harold started to shoot I leaned back and bounced harder and deeper onto his dick. I had to have it and kept riding him until he finally made me stop. I laid against his chest and as I started to slide off to the side, he rolled our bodies so that his dick was still inside me. I felt embarrassed and guilty for some reason, and tried to hide my face against his chest. Harold said, “Don’t be shy beautiful,” and he slid his finger through the trail of cum leaking out of my ass, licked it, then gave me a taste, “That’s me and you – all that – just me and you – you like us?” What could I say? I had never felt to safe, so secure, so loved in all my life and wiggled and pushed my ass against his dick. Harold kissed my neck, my forehead, my lips, “You got my babies now you sissy cunt. I think that pussy is ready for the next step,” he said. Harold and I spent the rest of the night up on that roof, fucking, talking, loving. Right then I thought I knew what love was, and I relished it. Not just the feel of his body against mine, inside mine, but the feel of him in my soul. Wait, what did Harold mean about my pussy being ready for the next step? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 5: Glory Hole Beat Down **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

My name is Mikey – CHPT 3 - Welcome to Harold’s World: I wanted Curtis to cum, so every time he slid his dick back inside me I said, “I’m a sissy cunt. I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” I truly didn’t believe that yet, I knew then I was still Mikey– but before Curtis was done with me I would believe it. Curtis seemed determined to make sure I understood all the ways he planned to break me as he fucked me hard on his desk. I didn’t realize then why he was saying those things as literally hours earlier I had been with my church group, had never been fucked, had never done drugs – shit how quickly things can change. While my mind fought and my emotions ran wild, my body responded to what Curtis was doing to me and my dick was the hardest it had ever been and drooled a stream of precum that ran down my side. After what seemed like an eternity, with my body laying now flat back on the desk, hole exposed, wedged by his sweaty body, Curtis prepared to cum, “That’s it sissy cunt, open right up, got you nice and wet, you like that? Feeling that long black dick? Come on, shake them walls, that’s it, feel that cunt twitching, begging for me, just begging for this long, black dick, just begging for….oh shit…..UGHHH…FUCK…I’M CUMMING IN YOU, I’M CUMMING……OOOHHHH…AHHHH……SAY YOUR NAME CUNT, SAY YOUR SAY NAME…SAY IT YOU FUCKING SISSY CUNT…..SAY……CUNT…GRRRR.” Curtis then dropped his head on my chest, his entire body shook, he grunted, moaned, trembled, spit ran from his mouth and he unloaded in my sore ass. He was breathing hard and heavy when suddenly loud clapping filled the room. CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. “What the fuck!” Curtis exclaimed as he pulled off me and withdrew his dick in one motion, making me drop off the end of the desk and cry out in surprise and pain as my knees hit the concrete. I looked up and Curtis’ dick was drooling spooge and ass funk and still looked pretty hard, then I noticed them. Two black guys were standing in the doorway to his office, one about my age, and one about Curtis’ age, and both of them were smiling and nodding. The older guy pointed at me with a key ring choked with keys and said, “Let me guess. New employee orientation?” and then let out a big howl of laughter. The younger guy now spoke up, “We knew something was up when the store wasn’t open yet and we saw the regulars all standing around outside looking stupid saying no one was home. So what’s this man? Don’t do me like that. You know my dick is like human crack. You said the shop was my hustle.” Curtis snarled, “Unless you’re becoming a bitch now nothing’s changed, now go unload the truck and this ain’t none of your business.” He then mumbled a few words more and walked towards the back of his office, opened a door, flipped on a switch to a bathroom, and soon a loud stream of piss began to fill the toilet. I was still on my knees when the younger guy walked over to me, held out his hand, I held out mine thinking he was going to help me up, he just shook it and said, “AJ,” then stepped back. The older guy stepped towards me, held out his big hand, and looking up I realized what a giant he seemed. He was taller and thicker than Curtis, had on black boots, the right one untied and laces dragging. His green coveralls/jumpsuit seemed one size too small, had some holes in it, the zipper looked broken half way up, and the American flag patch on his right chest was frayed and coming off. As I stood up I was able to better see the rest of him and was surprised at all the tattoos showing up his neck and the parts of his arms where the sleeves were rolled up. He also had couple big diamond stud earrings in each ear, a thick beard, but his head was shaved except for a wide stripe down the middle of his head – a low mohawk. I know my face showed my shock and curiosity as he held out his hand. “ Call me T2.” I didn’t understand and asked, “Tito, like Jackson?” This made him growl and AJ roar with laughter, “No, no. You know Mr. T – A-Team? I’m T2 – get it. Fuck don’t you watch cable? It’s a classic.” I still didn’t get it and by this point Curtis had walked back out and he and AJ both could not stop laughing. The big guy shrugged, sighed and said with a tinge of disgust “Fuck – Harold, my name’s Harold. Nice to meet you,” and held out his hand for me to shake. His hand felt hot, his grip was firm and he held my hand tight when he shook it, all the while using his middle finger to stroke my wrist and gave me a smile that made me melt. “I…I…” I knew I should introduce myself, good manners and all, but I couldn’t think straight as I looked into his dark, cool eyes. Curtis pulled Harold to the side, they both lit a blunt, and through the haze of smoke they spoke in quick, quiet whispers. Harold had his back partway to us, his left hand in his pocket, and I noticed a big wet mark running down his back and down his ass crack. AJ said, “Dude’s a freak. Grimey fucker never wears underwear and wears those same fucking coveralls every day. Shit. Never showers either. About gagged me out in the truck this morning. Stinky ass fucka.” AJ then focused back on me and started asking me questions and tried to finger my cummy ass, “Come on, want to stroke my dick? I’m as big as Curtis there and looks like you ready to get dug out good. Look, I’m already hard. Let me stick it in. Come on. Turn around.” Curtis turned and yelled at AJ, “Go open the fucking doors, let the folks in and empty the truck! No time for that shit and that dick is the only way you get to eat tonight so better not be wasting it.” AJ sighed, and stomped down the hall. I stayed where I was while Curtis and Harold exchanged a few more quiet words, Curtis then sat in his chair, smiled at me, hit his joint, and closed his eyes as the smoke escaped through his slightly parted lips. Harold walked over to me and I suddenly felt ashamed and self conscious of being naked with cum running out of my ass, but he didn’t seem fazed as he grabbed my left arm and guided me back down the hall past the video booths, wound his way through the displays in the sex store – making the first two customers who had just walked in stop and gape - and towards the far wall to a door with sign over it that said THEATER. I was really nervous now as I could hear AJ talking to people at the front of the store and telling them to wait a fucking minute while he got the register on and to keep their dicks in their pants. I didn’t want anyone else to see me, but Harold quickly unlocked the door to the theater, we went in, he flipped a few switches and the screen on the back wall sprang to life showing a video of an orgy of men and women fucking, sucking, and more than I could take in. This place had seen better days, that’s for sure and smelled even worse than the video booths. It was a mix of outhouse and cow barn, hot and steamy, there were a few rows of movie seats near the front, several chairs of various types and sizes scattered at the back, and an old couch along the far wall. The screen had some holes in it, the speakers sounded bad, but seeing a bunch of super sized dicks fucking and hearing all the dirty talk and moaning made me stop and stare and my hand automatically went to my hardening dick. Harold led me down the left wall, unlocked two padlocks and a deadbolt on another door and we entered what seemed like a storeroom. We wound our way through the piles of boxes as he pointed at a wood door that looked half off its hinges, “That’s the bathroom. Connects on the other side to Curtis’s office but I got to move some shit out of the way, usually don’t use that door. To the right he pointed to a mattress and pile of blankets on the floor, a book case with a big TV, piles of porno DVDs, wads of paper towels, a microwave, stained coffee maker, a small fridge, a couple books tossed in a corner with what looked like a month’s supply of green coveralls like he had on. “Welcome to my humble abode,” Harold said with a grand sweep of his arms and a low chuckle. “Make yourself comfortable. I got some weed and shit there on the floor if you want to roll something. Beer in the fridge. You don’t know how? No shit. Hmmm…” Harold starting digging around in a crumpled up shoe box by his bed and pulled out baggies of weed, papers, lighters, pipes, and other stuff and laid them out like he was making an alter. He then rolled a blunt, took a long drag, handed it to me, and guided me through a couple hits. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t understand, I umm… Brett and his Pa, I umm… I.” I started to trembled a little and crossed my arms over my chest, everything flooding back in of what had happened. “Come here,” Harold said as he stood up, wrapped his big arms around me, pulled me tight against his musky body, and patted my back in assurance. “Curtis says you need to stay with us for a while. That guy you was with – well – anyways – you got some things to learn and for now we need to teach you and keep you safe.” He pointed to an army cot leaning in the corner, “You can have the bed here, I’ll sleep on that.” I felt bad, knowing I was putting him out and stammered, “Umm, this is your bed, I don’t want to kick you out – thanks – but I wouldn’t feel right.” Harold then grabbed my shoulders, pulled me tight against him again, and said in a voice filled with emotion, hunger, and danger as he pressed his body into mine making sure I felt the bulge of his dick straining through his overalls, “You wouldn’t mind being so close to me? Having me hold you like this, touch you, kiss you, fuck you?” I was speechless. I had lain in bed night after night dreaming of being with a man, and then it had happened with Brett and Pa and then Curtis, but never in any way I had imagined. It felt amazing, yet I still felt guilty and ashamed, and confused. I didn’t know what to say. Harold went on, “I know Curtis, and he can be a bit aggressive at first, but you have to trust him. He knows what he is doing. I’ll make you a promise though, I’ll never do anything you don’ t want – deal? Deal. Now I have a question for you. Can you help me out a little here? I think I got a problem.” Harold was giving me a sexy ass smile as he rubbed the long, hard bulge that ran down his left leg. My own dick was straining now, I nodded yes, Harold turned me around, the sounds of his zipper coming down mingled with the muffled moans and groans coming from the theater next door. “I ain’t got much time,” Harold whispered as he pulled me back against his body, stroking my nipples with one hand and running his other hand around my stomach and up and down my thighs, his massive dick curved down and nestled between my wet cheeks. “I promise next time I will take it slow and will make love to you and will show you how to take care of your man’s needs, and teach you things you never imagined. Right now, I just need to bust. You up for getting nailed by this ebony hammer? Will you let me fuck you like I need, like I want? Can you take it for me? Do you want my Hershey cum? You going to let me turn that ass into pussy?” Turn my ass into pussy? I flinched and tensed. I was a man – well maybe I couldn’t legally drink yet– but fuck, I was still a man and not a woman. Harold must have understood what I was thinking as he held me tighter, caressed my body, let his fingers rest gently on my hips as he said, “It’s a good thing, don’t be offended or get it wrong. I like it. Look, a lot of guys who have wives, girls, or just fuck chicks on the weekend LOVE boy pussy. Sometimes if they can’t get what they need at home they will dip in some ass and ass is good, but boy pussy is better. I know Curtis and he shoots some nasty heavy loads and he told me your boy pussy was the sweetest thing he had been up in in a long long time.” Harold pushed me forward towards the locked bathroom door until my face was only inches away. The weight of his body pressed against mine and the door squeaked, the wood groaned, as he pushed my body against the door. Instinctively I put my hands out, shoulder width, to brace myself, my heart raced, and my blood thumped in my ears like the sound of war drums. Harold gently spread my ass cheeks and let out a long whistle as he began tapping my wet hole with the head of his dick, “Damn! Your hole is shiny and wet. Fucking got to tell you. Cum makes the world’s best lube – remember that. You can tell I am a bit bigger than Curtis, right? It’s OK, I know you can take it, just do what I say. Now tilt your hips just a little, that’s right, push your ass back – yes – now push like you feel you have to take a shit.” That made me embarrassed for some reason and I tensed again. Harold continued, “It’s OK, that just pushes some of the cum that’s up there closer to the edge of your hole – HOLY FUCKING CHRIST LOOK AT THOSE GOBS OF NUTT – Curtis seeded you good, feel that? Feel how my dick is getting all slick from his cum? OK, now take a long deep breath, hold it – and let it out.” Harold forced the monster head of his dick into my wet hole as I exhaled and my chest clenched and I gasped. I cried out as he was definitely bigger than Curtis. My hands flailed against the door a bit as Harold hung onto my hips and shoved his dick a little deeper. “Please take it out, no, no, I can’t, please,” I begged. Harold just kept repeating, “It’s OK, it’s ok, trust me, you’ll see, it’s ok.” I was pressed tight against the door now standing on just my tip toes trying to run from the black log impaling my ass, my breaths coming in short little gasps. Every inch of dick Harold forced in me created lightning bolts of pain that was immediately followed by an avalanche of endorphins. My ass ring stretched, popped, stretched some more as Harold buried the rest of his dick inside my cum filled ass. As he got deeper, Harold cupped my ass in his strong hands and partially lifted me off the floor and higher up on the door. He jolted me once or twice getting his grip, burying himself further inside me. Once he was satisfied he said in a voice full of lust and assurance. “I am all the way in that pussy. You like how that feels? How I opened you right up? Took that hole as mine? Hmm…?” I could only gasp as Harold began bouncing me on his dick, using the door as leverage. I was trying not to make any noise as Harold picked up the rhythm, but he wanted to hear me, “It’s OK sissy cunt. Let Daddy know how good that big black dick feels up there. Tell your Daddy sissy. No one can hear. Louder, I fucking said LOUDER!” I started to beg, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” over and over. I knew being fucked felt good, but this was fucking amazing! I felt so – full – so, I don’t know, wanted. I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME DADDY!” Harold pulled me off the door and I threw my arms out in front of me to brace myself. He suddenly hit something inside me on the next thrust and I screamed in agony and cried, “NO, NO, NO, TAKE IT OUT!” I felt a rush of hotness and sharp pain and Harold pushed me back against the door and buried his dick as far as it would go, my body jerking from the hurt now radiating out, “It’s OK, it’s OK” he said, “I had to bust your second hole cherry as you were clamping down on me. You want Daddy to cum inside you? You want Daddy’s cum up in there? Tell me sissy, tell me sissy, you want that cunt fucked?” Harold now lifted me up, my upper body pressed against the door as he lifted me completely into the air with one arm under each thigh like a doll and began slam fucking my torn ass, my knees scraping up and down the rough wood surface. “PLEASE YOUR DADDY, FUCK THAT CUNT, PLEASE YOUR DADDY, GONNA FUCK THAT CUNT WIDE OPEN, GONNA FUCK IT WIDE…TAKE IT SISSY, TAKE IT SISSY, SHIT YEAY PUSSY BOY TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT!!!” Harold was slamming my upper body back and forth into the door as he drove deeper in my ass. His orgasm made his dick swell and spew and each thrust became wetter and wetter and yet he kept fucking. “I AIN’T DONE YET, NO, SHIT, FUCK, HERE IT GOES…AGAIN….FUCK…..” As Harold shot his second load in a row into me he pressed me against the door, his body heaving from the effort of the fuck and the intense orgasms. He held me like that for a while, my ass spasming around his dick in shock and destruction. Harold stepped back, let his arms down, and my feet touched the floor. My legs ached and I was wobbily, but Harold hugged me close while kissing my neck, slowly grinding his hips around, stretching me, coating me, working his thick loads in. “Whew!” Harold exclaimed, before letting go of my body and gently easing his dick out of my ass. A torrent of cum, blood, and ass juice splashed onto the floor and I spun around in fear, shock, and embarrassment. My ass guts were cramping, my hole was twitching and spasming, more started to dribble and run out of my ass and down my legs. “Oh God no, oh...oh.” I was a bit freaked, but Harold pulled me close to him, his still hard dick pressed between us, as he said, “SHH, it’s OK, it’s OK, that’s normal. Like I said, I busted your cherry – deep – so it’s OK, that just means I did my job right and you did yours.” I looked up into Harold’s face and saw that he meant what he said. “Does your ass hurt too bad?” he asked, “Does it feel likes its opening and closing? Yeah? Here turn around – shhh – trust me.” I turned around and yelped as Harold pushed his dick back in hard and deep. He explained, “Your body is in sort of shock. It’s trying to adjust to being fucked liked that. We’ll give it a minute, having my dick back inside you will help.” Harold held me tight as my guts and ass slowly stopped convulsing and what was a torrent out of my hole became sporadic drops. After Harold eased his dick out for the second time he asked, “Will you lick it clean for me?” I shook my head in disgust. He placed his hand on my shoulder, gave me a reassuring squeeze and said, “I would really like it if you can lick my dick clean. Please? This is a very special moment between two men, especially when you get your second hole cherry busted. That happens only once, and other guys may go that deep, make it sore, but you let me bust it, and that’s a special thing. Taste my dick. Taste my cum, taste what I have given you.” I gagged a little at first then thought about what Harold had said and at the same moment realized how much I wanted to please him and to have him back inside of me again, so I licked his dick clean. I got every fucking bit of juice and he even lifted his shaft up so I could lick off what had coated his hairy balls. Satisfied with his efforts, and mine, Harold zipped up his Army coveralls, gave me a big hug, smiled, gave me a deep long kiss that scratched my face up with his beard and said, “Well, welcome to Harold’s world. I hope you are going to enjoy your stay sissy.” As the padlocks snapped shut on the other side of the door I reached down and coated my finger in the juice from my freshly fucked ass, licked my finger clean and thought, yeah, being a sissy may not be so bad after all. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 4: Time for Your Medicine **This series contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

My take is that everyone think they deserve a 10, even though they are barely a 5, and will rather die waiting for one than to have sex with another 5. I`ve been cruising and fucking for over 35 years and things have changed. It used to be that a hot guy was enough, now the hot guy has to be the absolute hottest god with at least an 8 because anything below is a waste of time I see this when I cruise for an orgy or a 3way with guys I just met (during my travels). These guys maybe hot, but nothing like the bodybuilder-dropdead-gorgeous-type that stops traffic. but when we cruise on bbrt or sruff, none of the available guys in the area are good enough. True story, two weeks ago (and this happens all the time). In my hotel room in Miami with this other guy (somewhat hot guy around 45 yrs.). I get this guy (exactly like the photo, I got if from bareback station on FB, not the actual guy but he could be his fuckin twin) hit me on scruff. Around 25 yrs old, bb and ready to come to our room in 20 minutes. The asshole I was with actually asked the guy “dick size?”, because somehow a "10/10 muscle and willing stud" was still not enough for him. I kicked the asshole out and had the 10/10 come, and he was like the pic. All this to say that sex is dead in major cities because everyone think they are worth so much better than what the other guys have to offer. Fuck I miss the early 80s Steve

i make so much pre cum when i am caged. i wear Tiger underwear training pants and they suck it all up, and dont let cum make damp patches on the ass of my pants either. The only thing i wonder if people notice sometimes is the clank of the lock on the cage when i walk sometimes. My top loves to hear the lock clanking when he has whored me out and its clanking for an hour while his friends are dumping in me.

The crazy thing about this exchange, too, is that i'm standing in his office, a naked, hairless pierced fuck twat in a chastity, calling myself a "cumdump" -- and he still just says, "use a condom." lol

I agree just tell them what they want to hear and do what you want to do -- breed them

I started at 14. Also, i love seeing teens getting fucked by an older man.