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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.

I hung up my phone. Angry, yeah. Very! My brother called to gloat about something very personal and I couldn't do much but listen. Two weeks ago, my 19 year old son came home looking sad and a little puzzled. He said he needed to talk to me in private. This is sort of a strange request and even more strange because we never have any sort of private talks. I just fuck him. That's all I need to say. I get my paternal cock up inside that faggot's deep cunt and I bang his head against the wall while I'm drilling into his fucking cunt until I cum. I pull out, I slap his ass a few times and I wipe my cock off on his bed sheets. He usually stays in the last position I nailed him in until I leave. That's the way daddy does it and there's nothing to discuss. So why the talk now? He sat on the bed just about eye level with my cock. I can't help myself. I walk into the fucker's room and my cock just gets bone hard and fuck ready in seconds. I don't pull my cock out just yet. He looks up at me...another thing I don't usually tolerate but I still want to see what's going on. "Dad, I just got back from the clinic and they told me that I am HIV positive." I looked at him and then I started to smile. He really had no clue the whole time. I spent a year dumping load after load up his high school cunt just so I could be one of those dads who had the balls to stealth his own son. And now I get the news. He looks like he's gonna get a beating. I just pull out my super hard cock. "Open up you stupid cunt. Don't you know that faggots like you are made for breeding and you only got what I had expected you to get in the first place." He was already throating my cock while I laughed and looked down at him. He knew I did it. I could see the look of disgust in his eyes. He just started swallowing as fast as he could. I was just about to slap his head to stop him from trying to pull my load out when I lost it....I screamed. "Swallow your daddy's poz load, baby boy. I'm so proud of my cock for giving my son my own DNA once again. Now you won't have to worry about what kind of cum is blasting up your cunt." So my brother found out about the event and he acted like he was all good with it. He even fucked the faggot with me just to help me belittle the fuckwad. I can't imagine what the fuck he was thinking when he took the kid away from me and brought him out west to do porn. He said that I ruined him so he thought he'd take advantage of the kid's new status and get him into some really raw bareback porn. Actually, he confessed, he was going to be one of the many cocks that would be fucking the kid. And he'd be sure to send me a copy. I was so pissed off. All I could think of was who the hell I was gonna plow my raw cock into. I guess the time is right to start on my younger son. He's not a faggot but he'll do just fine.

Part 4 The rest of the day was spent soaking in the pool and laying in the sun chatting. I didn't take the tail out all day, after a light dinner Pete gave me a Valium and tucked me up in bed telling me I had a big day tomorrow. I must have slept heavily as I didn't hear Pete come to bed, when I woke early he was laying naked beside me sound asleep. I looked at the clock and it was really early so I got up, did what I needed to in the bathroom and slipped the tail back in my arse, Pete still being asleep I headed outside to the pool. Stretching out naked on a sun lounger I reflected on where I was and what was in store for me, lazily I stroked my cock, not trying to cum but just enjoying the feeling of it in my hand and the sensations my hand gave it. My thoughts were disturbed by an bronzed naked man cleaning the pool, I don't know how long he'd been there but he seemed to be paying more attention to my cock than the pool, proved by his hardness bouncing around in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his cock when suddenly a voice whispered in my ear "you like Ian's cock?" "Yeah, fucking nice". "Wanna suck it a little?" I replied by nodding my head and Pete beckoned him over. "My friend here would like to suck your cock Ian". He smiled and stepped forward, sitting up I went straight down on it as far as I could. "Good boy, enjoy it but not too much". His cock must have been about 8" and a thickness that was enough to fill my mouth. It tasted of chlorine, I guess Ian likes a dip in the pools he cleans. Pete was rubbing the back of my head and pushing me further down, I gagged a little but he just pushed a little harder. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, his body stiffened and he began breathing heavily, I increased my sucking frantically sliding his cock in and out of my mouth determined to get that salty taste on my tongue. Pete pulled me away telling Ian that was enough for now, throughly disappointed I did note that he said for now. The rest of the day was spent by the pool, staying hydrated, and desperately trying to get Pete to fuck me again, but no I was told that was for later. In the late afternoon we had a bite to eat before Pete told me to go shower and clean myself out thoroughly "I want you clean boy, your hole is gonna get some use tonight" it twitched a little at the thought. Spending some time in the shower I washed myself inside and out, taking some time on my insides. As I headed out of the bedroom I heard men's voices down the hall, I figured as is already been told to stay naked then I should do just that and headed to the living room with no clothes on. Pete was stood chatting to two guys "ah here's the guest of honour. Martin this is Simon and Stuart, they're gonna join us tonight". I walked over and smiled, they were both tall and lean, Simon had short dark hair, Stuart slightly longer silver hair, both had chiseled looks, with just the right amount of stubble. Pete suggested we head out to the hot tub, we all agreed and the other three men removed their clothes before we all went outside and slipped into the warm water, me between the two visitors. Chatting for a while a could feel there legs against mine, hands roaming under the water, I got my first feel of both their cocks, simon was a nice size and uncut, Stuart slightly smaller and circumcised. Pete was watching and I could tell he knew what was going on under the water. "Boy, I promised you as much Tina as you could take didn't I?" I nodded in agreement. "Well now is time for you to take your first slam." Oh fuck, I've only been slammed four times before across three sessions, I'd been craving that rush again, longing for it. Pete moved in front of me and told me to hop up on the side, he was directly in front of me as the other two jumped up beside me. Stuart reached down and pulled up a tray covered with a cloth, he removed the cloth to reveal six syringes, I could see each of them were full of a clear liquid, the stuff I wanted in my veins so much. He placed the tray beside him, reached down and picked up a leather strap. Quickly the leather strap was tightly buckled around my bicep, Stuart turned a little to face me and pulled my arm out so the back of my hand lay against his naked thigh Pete held both my legs and told me to clench and unclench my fist which I dutifully did as Stuart looked for a vein. I watched as he picked up the rig laying across the top of two more, obviously separate for me, and with his teeth he removed the cap. I was still pumping my fist as he brought the needle to my skin, he spent some time aiming it and then with a sharp jab he pierced my skin. I watched as he moved the tip of the pin around a little looking for the vein. He pulled the plunger back and there it was, that flash of blood spurting in, "oh fuck" I knew what was coming. Stuart just held the rig in place when I heard Pete, "this is gonna be a big slam boy, I know you've never had one like this, it's gonna make you cough, maybe feel like you can't catch your breath, don't panic just ride it, we're here with you. You ready?" Unable to take my eyes of the syringe in my arm, the clear liquid now red at one end, I just nodded. Pete told Stuart to go for it and I watched as he gently pushed the plunger down, I watched as the black rubber seal in the clear tube got closer to the end, I could feel a tingle as the liquid entered my arm but I knew what was coming would be far more intense. After what seemed like minutes the plunger hit home, quickly the strap was off my arm, and then it hit me, hit me like a train. Just as the shit hit my brain I coughed, I coughed hard, I had a funny taste at the back of my throat and yeah I felt like I couldn't breath, shit had they given me too much. I gasped for air but after two breaths my lungs relaxed, miss Tina was filling my whole body now, the rush was like nothing else, it was as if I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. The rush just got stronger and stronger, I was on fire. I was suddenly aware of the puppy tail plug in my arse, the tail between my legs, I was also aware of me just saying "oh fuck" over and over again. Pete wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into the water and stood me in front of Stuart. I watched as Stuart picked a rig from the other end of the tray and repeated the process with his own arm. I couldn't take my eyes off the syringe, turns me on so much to watch a guy slam me but also to watch a guy do himself. A little cough and he was there, in my world. Pete slid me across to stand in front of simon and I watched again, Stuart dropped into the water and stood behind me rubbing my cock and tweaking the plug in my arse. Another cough and simon was in the water too standing to one side of me rubbing my arse cheeks. Now I'm stood in front of Pete watching as he prepped his hit, the blood shot into the syringe with such force and I let out another "fuck". Resting his fingers under the rig he took my hand and told me to push the plunger in, very slowly. My hands were shaking from the rush but somehow I managed it, and slowly I pushed. All in and the needle came out and I saw Petes face light up and he grinned. I could sense Petes cock guiding me down so I bent over and sucked it into my mouth, the Tina made me want it so bad, all 3 cocks inside me at once was what I wanted. His cock was rock hard and I could feel it stretching my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I felt one of the other guys playing with my tail when suddenly it was yanked from my arse and then I felt something hard pushing at my hole, I didn't miss a stroke on Petes cock as I felt the one behind me slowly push into me, I swear I felt every vein as that raw shaft slowly slid in. I let out such a moan but kept Pete in my mouth. I didn't know which one was fucking me but then a pair of hands spread my arse cheeks for the other and I drove back onto that hard rod. Whoever it was pounded me hard now forcing me onto Petes cock, I looked up and saw him watched me get fucked, I could tell he was happy and that made me happy too. I heard a voice say "my turn" and then my hole was empty, movement behind me told me they were swapping over, fuck nothing like one cock after the other I thought, and there it was pushing against me, I pushed back hard and it popped inside me. I was getting fucked frantically now, my hole body shoved forward with each thrust. I noticed simon climbing up on the side, right beside Pete and he was playing with his cock, I looked up at his face and he motioned down to his cock so I replaced my mouth with my hand on Pete and swallowed Simons cock down as far as I could go. "Shit I'm gonna blow" came from behind me, I began groaning loudly on the cock in my gob as my arse got truly fucked, the seed started pumping deep inside me, my mind was racing with the thought of it, cum deep in my guts coating my insides, each spurt from the end of the cock filling me a little more. The fucking slowed and Stuart collapsed on my back "fucking good boy, very fucking nice". I released the cock from my mouth and looked up at Pete, "good lad, you're doing well". Let's take this inside shall we". Then I felt my tail being plugged back into my hole and they carefully lifted me out of the tub........

I was walking down an alley shortcut after leaving the place to get some fresh air. It was stinking hot, steamy and the smoldering temperatures in my city made it tough to sleep that night, so I went wandering with my camera to look for some great lighting to shoot some images. I had smoked a big bowl of my personal tina, hash and weed mixture and it had got me high and feeling creatively sleazy. That or the full moon that was shining brightly in the cloudless sky. I was downtown on the West side, great locations for some good photos. I loved the hardcore look and the way the alleys were always funky cool. I turned a corner into an alley I had never walked through before. Industrial leftovers, piles of iron and steel along the walls, steam pipes breath from wall mounted exhausts made it super cool looking and when I found the old abandoned cars and machinery I was pumped as it was the perfect place to shoot. I pulled out my Nikon with a 35-55mm lens and began to work. As if someone was reading my mind, the exhausts began pumping out more steam draping everything in awesome moonlight. I was lost in this perfect place and had been shooting images for about 20 minutes when I was surprised by a deep voice coming from the shadows near a single metal door with a dim china hat light over it. Out from the shadows walked a huge man, big, black, mature, and about 55 I guess, leather chaps over Levi jeans, black biker boots and a sleeveless wife-beater shirt. Big guns with leather and metal armbands and I could see both his nipples were pierced as his nipple rings pushed through the sweat soaked shirt. He must have been 6'6" and around 260 with big beefy muscle. Gray hair and a small leather and ringlets collar around his throat. I couldn't help to notice the massive bulge in his crotch either and I think he may have noticed my focus as he was smiling when I looked up at him. "I've been sitting here watching you since you walked down here. You really were getting into it, man" he said as he walked over nearer to me and took a seat on a pile of pallets. He had a bottle of gold Tequila in one hand and he offered it to me. "Thanks, I love tequila but it makes me super horny, er I mean, ah shit!" He laughed at me and told me not to worry, it does the same to him. I took a big pull from the bottle and handed back to him. Smooth tasting, smokey smooth. He took a sip and then asked me if I smoked. "Not cigarettes" I replied. "Good because I have some smoke here that you just might enjoy... as a matter of fact" he said as he pulled out a small black leather bag and began to assemble the contents, adding "I'm certain you are going to love it." I could see glass pipes, some plastic wrapped tube things, rubber surgical tubing, a huge bag of tina, a chunk of black hash, a couple of big bottles of poppers. "Holy fuck man, you look like you are ready for some serious partying!" "Just wait, buddy, let's see what we can do with this stuff, cool?" he asked me while I watched him load a pipe with huge shards of tina. "Smoke?" he invited, remarking "This is killer glass from some biker bros of mine. Potent shit, man." "Sure, I'll have a little taste." He handed me the pipe and held the propane lighter under it, heating it up until he said "Suck it man, suck that glass pipe white boy." Wow, this shit was good and very fucking potent. One hit and I was wobbly and then the big black Daddy said "Go ahead and take another hit, I know you going to like it." I began to wonder what he meant. "Suck it white boy, suck that glass cock and take that smoke down your throat and then shotgun it to me." Fuck yes, I thought as I sucked a huge lungful of the potent smoke holding in for a long time until he brought his mouth to mine and I started a slow exhale as he took it all down his throat and held it there. He stared at me closely now his face a few inches from mine as he looked in my eyes and then took my head in both hands and forced his tongue into my mouth and exhaled the tina smoke. Holy fuck, I was getting so fucking high from this shit and now this hot blackman was doing things to my mouth with his tongue that was turning me on in a massive way. He held my head and literally began to tongue fuck my mouth and one of his hands found my nipples and he began to work them over rough and hard until he pulled his mouth from mine and I finally got to exhale the smoke. Motherfucker, the rush of a lung-full of that smoke! My legs were loose and wobbly and he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, against which I had to use both hands to steady myself. He reached into his bag and brought out a bottle of poppers. "Oh yeah, baby. Daddy's gonna get you high and fucked up just like you want it. Right boy?" he asked as he held the poppers under my nose. "Snort baby, snort those poppers 'cause Daddy's got something for you that you're gonna love." I snorted three big hits and then he capped the bottle and stepped back from me, the moonlight glimmering off the metal and leather he wore and the little beads of sweat that covered his bare skin. He began to slowly grind his body in front of me, grabbing his crotch and pulling on his nipple rings, his eyes growing bigger as his lust was being unleashed. The bulge in his pants was now huge. I had never seen anything like this and this gyrating hot Daddy was really turning me on. He strode in to feed me another round of popper hits and then back to his grinding, One hand pulling hard on his nipple while the other began to unzip his pants. I could see the cockring first, big and shining silver and then out came his cock. Motherfucker! It was still soft but it had to be eight inches long and fucking thick too. He walked slowly over to where he had left the pipe on the pallets and loaded the pipe again. Walking back to me one hand on his cock, the other with the pipe he placed it in my mouth and held it there as he took one of my hands and put it on his massive meat. I began to squeeze his cock and milk its thickness and feel it begin to harden, the heat of his cock was amazing. He held the lighter under the pipe and told me to suck it. "Suck it baby, suck that glass cock cause your black daddy is going to take you to places you've never been to before. You going to swallow this smoke and then you going to swallow my cock and I am going to feed you the biggest nut you have ever swallowed baby, then you going to keep sucking my cock so I can stretch that tight white ass open and fill you with more cum then you can imagine! You want it, baby. You want Daddy's cock fucking your holes and filling them with my cum. And baby, Daddy's balls are filled right up. Three weeks of hot cum and I going to pump it all inside you." His lust was massive, his eyes wide like an animal after catching his prey, now he was going to feast on it. We traded another shotgun of tina and his tongue begins to fuck my mouth hard and probing as one of his hands finds my crotch. He slowly unzips my pants dropping them to to my ankles. "No underwear boy? Hmmm, well lets see if you want it bad then." His massive paw wrapped itself around my cock and squeezed my big balls hard just the way I love it. He started to jerk me off with one hand, his tongue buried down my throat and his other hand working my nipples over, pulling them taunt, twisting them, grabbing my cheat and pulling handfuls of my pecs as he begins to groan like a lion. I was pinned to the wall, as the smoke worked me over and as the Daddy used me hard. "Keep jerking me off, boy. Milk that big black snake. Jerk it harder. You can't hurt black steel, baby." The pipe appeared again and he arched his back and started to fuck my hand with his cock. I wrapped both my hands around the shaft and jerked him off hard, working his huge balls in one hand and then rubbing the mushroom head of that magical cock until it was dripping precum like a water tap. He continued to smoke and it seemed like the smoke made his cock swell larger and thicker. I looked at him and his lust-crazed eyes were devouring me. He kept grinding his massive cock in my hands and then told me to open my mouth as he exhaled the potent cloud of tina feeding it too me then feeding me his tongue in an aggressive hot kiss. "Suck my tongue baby. Suck it into your mouth like you're going to to suck my cock. Show your Daddy how you going to suck his cock. Come on, baby, suck my tongue." Fuck yes, I thought as I wrapped my lips around his long tongue sucking it deep into my mouth and taking it like a cock, working his tongue over and then sliding my tongue in his mouth as I convinced myself that I was fuckin' hungry for some cock and cum. He pushed me away, holding me with both his paws hard against the brick wall. "It's time baby, time for you to taste some man meat. You ready to gag on some thick cock boy? 'Cause I ain't stopping sliding my cock down your throat until my balls are slapping on your chin!" The poppers appear under my nose and he stuffed his tongue in my ear and whispered, "Snort baby, snort it up cause you're about to get throat-fucked by my big black dick. Snort it, baby. Snort it up hard!" The poppers kicked-in big time and Daddy stepped back, grabbing both my nipples in his hands, pulling down roughly until I find he had put his big tool back in his pants. It's huge hard outline was in my face and he began to grind his crotch in my face. He grabbed a handful of my hair and leered down at me, kneeling in front of him, high as a fucking kite. His lust was becoming unleashed and, as he slowly unzipped his pants, he whispered "You ready boy? You ready to worship some serious black cock, boy?" I don't get to answer as he slid two, then three fingers into my mouth and as deep down my throat as he could reach. Three became four, and with that I gagged as my throat was filled with his fingers. With that he whispered "Fuck yes, lube for my cock boy. I love throat-cum when I fuck a white boy's throat. I love to make him gag. Now, suck my fucking cock boy. Suck it like you want it all down your throat.” I was on my knees, my mouth open - and then I saw his cock. It was massive. It was thick and rock hard. A cock massive in length, maybe 12.5 inches, a thick mushroom head that oozed precum. He had one of those big beer-can shaped cocks with a huge cock ring wrapped around low hanging bull balls. I looked up and saw him staring down at me with a real look of lust in his eyes as he began to slid he cock into my mouth, slowly an inch at a time and then pulling it out to slap it across my face, rub the tip over my lips and then back into my mouth again. "Yeah, baby, suck on Daddy's cock. You don't know it yet but you walked down an alley that leads to the backdoor of my party palace, my dungeon and playroom. Right now there is a full-on fuck fest going on behind that big steel door, and you're going to be the meat I throw to all the fuckin' hung tigers in there. You ever been a gang bang boy? No? Good, 'cause we're all gonna fuck your white pussy and turn you into a cum dump until all your holes are filled with cum." He was telling me this as he went deeper and deeper down my throat with that cock. He seemed to know exactly when to feed me more poppers and then more of his cock. "But before I take you in to the pit, I going to take a ride down your throat then impale you with this cock until you got my loads up your ass and filling your belly!" I cannot help but be overcome by wave after wave of sexual lust, lusting for more of his cock, lusting to taste his cum, to feel his cock shooting big blasts of hot cum up my ass. Fuck yes, I was into the cock-sucking zone and I took both his hands on put them on the back of my head. "Fuck yeah, boy, you want me to force this cock down your throat, don't you?" I could only gag in agreement as he started to slowly work that gigantic cock in my throat. I felt it when it started to open my throat up. He knew what he was doing. In between feeding me another inch of cock, he fed me poppers, and then, when his cock was fully lodged in my throat, he pulled my head to his crotch, slowly but forcefully. Holy fuck, it felt like his cock was all the way into my stomach. I couldn't breath and just let him slide his cock until I felt his balls on my chin. I forced my tongue between my stretched open lips and began tonguing his balls, he groaned and began to slid his cock from deep down my throat until just the thick head was in my mouth. "Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes while I go balls deep again. I wanna see you lusting for my cock boy. I wanna hear you begging for me to feed you my cum boy. Here it comes, boy. Oh fuck yeah. Fuckin' take my dick boy. Yeah, it's gonna go all the way down your throat. Come on suck it, slut. Suck my fuckin' cock you fucking cock pig!" I started to deep-throat every inch, taking it from the head all the way to the root, doing my best to tongue-lash his huge ball sac. Both his hands on my head he began to deep fuck my throat taking his cock all the way out until I was sucking on his hard mushroom head and then sliding it all the way deep into my throat. He stopped for a moment and began rubbing his cock all over my face and slapping my face with his monster cock. "want some precum" as he jerked his cock off in my face and told me to open my mouth while he squeezed enough precum into my mouth it was like he was cumming. then he fed me more poppers and started to really deep fuck my mouth until my throat slim dripped off my chin. But after a few more minutes of me working his beautiful cock with my mouth and throat, I felt him tugging at my waist. "If I let you do that much longer, I’ll be cumming down your throat and all over your face! Is that what you want? You want this huge load of cum all over your face and filling your mouth?" "Fuck yes, Daddy! Fuck my mouth deep. Feed me that hot load! I want to swallow all your jizz! Fuckin' feed it to me!" With that he ordered me me to suck him harder, and likewise ordered me to tug at his balls. Doing so, I could tell he was getting close, and for that matter I could feel his cock, fully-lodged in my throat, was getting harder and thicker. He groaned continuously, and then he yanked his cock from my throat, and he jerked himself, he ordered me to open my mouth. I complied just in time to swallow blast after blast of his hot, thick cum. It exploded from his cock and covered my face with the first few ropes, then he put the head in my mouth as he keep jerking the big black cock off until cum overflowed out of my mouth. Even as I swallowed his massive hot loads, his cock keep shooting until he pulled out and shot even more cum all over my face all the while slapping his cock on my tongue and lips. I swallowed it all and then he forced his cock back deep into my throat and finished cumming but told me to keep sucking him as he was still rock hard. "Fuck yes, you hot cock sucking cum slut. Just what I love. I'm gonna feed you so fuckin' much cum in all your holes. Your belly will be full and your ass dripping. Now get up here and let me get you high so I can really turn you into my cum dump slut."

So many guys want a raw dick and just are afraid to go for it. After I've got a guy all hot and heavy and begging to get fucked I love using the line "I don't have a condom (or I can't get hard in a condom, if he has one), but I'm totally clean and promise to pull out." I am clean, but as to pulling out - well of course I promise to pull out. I just didn't say when! I'd love to know if these guys just don't care enough, or if they really think I'm going to pull out. I have to think they know it's about a 50/50 that some guy they just met is telling the truth. We both know it's just a fuck and we both know it's about getting off. I just used this line again last night. I met a guy in a bar and it was close to midnight so it was that time when I could pretty much grab any guy I want and get laid. So I spot a decent looking guy at the bar. He didn't look familiar, a bit nervous and in a suit so I figured he was an out-of-towner. I sat next to him and gave a big flirty smile and said "Hey." He smiled and I could see he was half wasted. Perfect for what I had in mind. I had one drink, made some small talk with him, and and sure enough he invited me to his nearby hotel room. Of course I followed him back to his hotel and up to his room. I'd already gauged him to be a bottom, shy and a total push over so it just took some hot making out and I had him stripped and moaning like a little bitch in heat. I got very forceful, jerking off clothing, tossing him on the bed and then quite literally flipped him onto his stomach and announced "I"m gonna fuck your ass good, tonight!" "Be gentle," he asked, and followed-up asking "Do you have lube and a condom? I don't have any." I replied, "No, but I'm totally clean and will pull out." "I'm really tight, and have gotta have lube," he replied. I answered the issue by driving my face into his ass and slobbering all over his hole. He was in fact quite tight, but after a good ass-eating, my tongue got his fuckin' hole wet and horny, which was just what both of us wanted. Me especially since I love eating ass. When he seemed to be ready I got into position, lined myself up, and leaned over so I could tongue his neck as I pushed my way in. He moaned in double pleasure, tensing and twitching as he moaned and grunted. But I just persisted and buried myself into his ass, slow and steady, until I was all the way in and then pounded his ass like I was drilling for oil. About 20 minutes of hearing him yelling for God and feeling his buns squeezing my dick like he wanted to snap it off, I shot hard up inside his guts and he didn't say a damn word about it. I flipped him over and ordered him to shoot his load for me. I fingered his cummy hole for maybe a minute and he shot all over his belly, chest and even onto his own face. As he lay there panting, I dressed and as I hit the door, said "Thanks, buddy." Something tells me he needed my load desperately. 'You're welcome'.

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

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.

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.

I posted this in rawtop's last load discussion, but I want to make sure it's seen. Last Thursday I was on bbrts, when I came across a BBC that I just had to have inside me. After telling him that I was submissive and giving him my number, he texted me. His first text was, "Hey cunt". My reply was, "Hello Sir". We made plans to meet the next day. I had to drive to Boise to pick him up and was trembling with anticipation the entire way there. When he got in the car, I could only say, "Hello Sir". His response was, "Damn cunt, you look fine as hell. I'm going to enjoy you". We drove to the adult video store, so that I could buy some poppers and a vibrating butt plug...I wanted to relax my ass for him. On the ride home, I inserted the plug and turned it on. I couldn't help myself and began rubbing his cock through his jeans. He finally got worked up enough that he unzipped and pulled out his cock. Again, I couldn't help myself. I undid my seatbelt, while I was driving and quickly mouth-hugged his manhood. For the rest of the trip, I stroked him non-stop. When we got back to my place, we went straight to the bedroom and undressed. He went to the bathroom to pee, while I took a giant hit of poppers. When he came back, he laid down on the bed and said, "Suck my cock cunt". "Yes Sir" was my reply. I've never sucked cock as long as I sucked his...my jaw started to get sore. After what felt like an eternity of cock sucking, he grabbed me and flipped me on my stomach. I took another hit of poppers, thinking he was going to fuck me, but he instead sank his tongue in my ass and ate me out. I've been rimmed before, but this top knew what he was doing. After rimming me for a few minutes, he stuck a finger in my ass and started working it in and out. Then he added a second finger. When he was satisfied that I was truly begging for his cock, he went right in, balls deep, no lube needed, because my ass was naturally sopping wet, a first for me. It took my breath away, but it didn't hurt. Sir fucked me for the better part of an hour and a half. He pulled out and said, "Suck it cunt". I have never done ass to mouth, but my judgement told me to do as he said. I'll admit that his man scent was a bit overpowering and I did gag a couple times, but I had cleaned myself out so well that I couldn't smell myself. I sucked his cock and his balls for about ten minutes, and my jaw started to hurt a bit more. Sir flipped me right on my back, put my legs on his shoulders and plowed my ass again. After a few more minutes, he pulled out and started jacking off. When he said, "I'm going to cum", I immediately said, "Put it in my pussy, Sir. I want you cum inside me". He rammed his cock in me and I felt him shooting his DNA. I was in 7th heaven. I asked him to take a picture of my ass with his load, then we got in my walk-in shower and I cleaned his cock. I re-inserted the butt plug, turned it on and drove him back to Boise and when I dropped him off, he turned to me and said, "I own you now cunt. I'm going to fuck you a few more times solo, then I'm going to bring my friends with me. After that, I'm going to pimp you out and you're going to like it cunt". My only answer was, "Yes Sir" with a big smile on my face. Here's the pic that Sir took of my ass. His load was still deep inside me. It came out yesterday evening. I can't wait to see my master again. I think I'm going to like being a black man's cum whore.

Went to a club in Antwerp last night called Kinkys, I took a total of 9 loads up my ass one after the other, was just bent over & fucked repeatedly by anon guys, Never turned around to see who loaded me up but it was hot & a challenge to keep all those loads in my ass but it felt great being used like a good slut.

I try to always keep it inside me for the next guy. Plus I love to know I have the guy's DNA. But if its more than like 3 loads it can start to feel like you are about to have diahrea. In that case I have to push some out. That is why felchers are so needed. I don't like the crampy feeling when it starts to get that way.

After deep seeding a guy's pussy, I like taking him out to a bar for a few beers knowing he is having some leakage that is keeping his hole wet. It just makes him want to be re-seeded over and over. And when other guys in the bar know he is sperm lubed it makes it easier to arrange a group breeding.

If a top is allowed to put in his two cents worth....I WANT you to keep my load in you--unless I'm felching and snowballing it to you or another...

Last night. Answered an ad on cragslist. Met this guy at his hotel. Sexy business man with a nice cock and low hangers. He had me on my back with my legs on his shoulders pounding my ass raw when door opened and another guy walked in, sat down and watched him breed me. Once he came, the other guy took his place...and I was spit roasted. One cock in my ass while I licked the first guys cock clean. They repeated this tilI had four loads in me. Then we showered, got back in bed and was double dicked by them. Total of six loads. Left with a smile on my face and a sore ass full of cum.

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. .

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…

Final part As I sat on the plane I thought over what I had done in Ibiza. The tall lad who had fucked both me and Joe bareback at the cruising ground was sitting further down the plane with his mates and I wondered how many other lads had bent over for him and let him come up their arses that week. I looked at Joe, sitting across the aisle from me and wondered if he made a habit of dropping his pants and being fucked bareback by random lads when out cruising. It seemed that bareback sex was everywhere. I knew I was taking more and more risks but I also knew that was a major part of the turn on. I decided to be more careful. The following summer a group of us went down to Brighton for the Pride Festival. We went on the march and for a while a group of young lads who looked in their early twenties were marching in front of us. I noticed one particularly, a small ginger lad in a white t shirt and low slung jeans showing the top of his pants - white Calvin Klein with a red waste band. He was just my type and I couldn't help imagining myself giving him a good seeing to. Later on at the festival I wandered off on my own. I had already established that there was quite a lot of cruising going on in the bushes in the park. It was mostly wanking and sucking but when I went back later it was dusk and there was more going on. The centre of attraction was a dark haired guy who was bent over being fucked. He was surrounded by a crowd of wanking guys and as I watched the guy fucking him came and pulled out. He pulled off a condom and another guy took his place. I could see he too was wearing a condom and I lost interest in watching. Then I noticed the ginger lad from earlier, standing a little bit back from the crowd. I saw that his jeans and pants were down at his knees and he was being wanked by a skinhead lad standing behind him. I moved a bit closer and I realised that the skinhead was gently thrusting against ginger lad's arse. I moved closer still and saw that the skinhead was fucking him from behind. The skinhead noticed me watching and winked at me. The lad being fucked had not seen me and no one else was paying any attention. The skinhead was fucking more obviously now and as I watched he pulled his cock almost completely out of ginger lad's arse and let me see that he wasn't wearing a condom. He grinned at me and then humped ginger lad a few more times and grunted and I knew I was watching him blow a load up ginger lad's arse. The next weekend one of my friends from Germany was over in London for a few days on business. We met up for lunch on the Saturday and he asked me if I wanted to come cruising with him that afternoon. He wanted to go to "Pants" - an underwear session at Central Station. I didn't really feel confident enough to parade around in my underpants, especially with Ollie who was tall, slim, good looking and about 15 years younger than me but I was horny and thought it might be fun. It was fun and also quite horny - there was a mix of guys there, mostly older but a few young fit lads who were up for it. There was quite a bit of fucking going on, some with condoms and some, I was pleased to see, without. A little later, a blond lad who looked in his early twenties came in and he seemed happy to bend over and be fucked bareback by anyone who wanted to do him. I think he was fucked by just about everyone in the place and I was really turned on to see Ollie take his turn and push his bare cock up the blond lad, fuck him and add his load to the others. I had been cruising with Ollie before and, as far as I knew, he had always played safe. I fucked the blond lad a little later and enjoyed every minute of fucking him bareback and coming up his arse - especially as I knew that one of the loads he had up him already was Ollie's. The crowd was thinning out now and I went in search of Ollie. I found him in the toilet, bent over with his pants down being fucked by one of the other younger lads. It looked like the guy fucking Ollie was close to coming and I stayed just long enough to see him grunting and coming up Ollie's arse before pulling his bare cock out. Like I said, it seemed that bareback sex was everywhere. I wanted some... A few weeks later my partner was away on business. The first night he was gone I was on Hampstead Heath and that night I took three loads up my arse and one in my mouth and ended up shooting my load up the arse of a young black lad. A few days later I was driving back to London on the M4 and I stopped off at Maidenhead Thicket, which was a very active cruising ground at that time. I ended up in a threesome with a tall blond lad and a dark haired guy in a postman's uniform. At one point the blond guy was bent over sucking the dark haired guy and I had my tongue up his arse. I stood up and started rubbing my cock over his arsehole but he pulled away and it was clear he didn't want to be fucked. I decided I would have to settle for blowing my load in his mouth but to my surprise the dark haired guy bent over and offered his hairy arse. No one mentioned condoms and moments later I was up him as he sucked off the blond guy. I fucked him bareback, his pants and trousers at his knees and his light blue shirt pushed up over his back. The blond guy urged me on, telling me to fuck him and to come up his arse. I was close now and as I began to come up the young postman, the blond guy unloaded in his mouth. In the autumn I got fucked at the company's summer party by a guy at work who was working with us on a temporary contract. He had been flirting with me for a while and late in the evening he suggested that we go for a walk in the woods nearby. As soon as we were deep enough in the woods not to be seen my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. He sucked well and just as I was getting close to coming he turned me round and bent me over. His tongue was up me and I was more turned on than I had been for a long time. After he had rimmed me for a while he stood up and began to rub his cock over my wet hole. I felt him push and the head of his cock went into my hole. "We should use a condom" I said. He laughed "I know we should". He pushed his cock further up me and added "but its much more fun this way". I had no intention of resisting and I bent forward as he began to fuck me. He fucked me hard and fast and before long he was shooting his load right up me. Over the next few months he fucked me regularly - sometimes in the park across the road from work and sometimes when we were working late in the office. I lost count of the times I went home to my partner with a big load up my arse. One time he fucked me in the toilets of a restaurant when we were all out for lunch for someone's birthday and made me suck his cock clean afterwards. That afternoon as I sat in a meeting of the senior management team looking serious and professional, I could feel some spunk sliding out my hole into my underpants. After he finished his contract and left I was bored. I got fucked bareback a few times on Hampstead Heath and took a couple of loads up me in a club in Manchester, but I didn't really know what I wanted now. On the (increasingly rare) occasions I had sex with my partner we were still using condoms so I wasn't putting him at risk but I knew the relationship was coming to an end. I was not surprised the following spring when he told me he wanted to leave. A few weeks later I was in Hamburg for a wedding. I didn't have much free time as there was a lot planned but it did me good to be on my own. On the Friday night I couldn't sleep and I got up and decided to go for a walk - something that always helps when I am stressed or have things on my mind. It was about 4am when I set out and I walked for miles. By about 6am I was close to the Stadtpark, a notorious cruising ground. I had been there quite a few times but never at this time in the morning. It was just beginning to get light as I walked in - just a little early for the joggers and the dog walkers. It was a beautiful Hamburg spring morning - sunny but cold and a little misty. I was enjoying the peace and quiet when I heard the sounds of a jogger coming up behind me. He passed me and I saw he was a fit blond lad - very German looking, with a very fit, beefy arse. I was feeling horny and decided to try my luck so I made my way to the cruisiest area of the park. I didn't meet anyone for a while and then I met a guy who was obviously cruising. He wasn't really my type but I was horny and, although generally more of a top than a bottom, I really wanted to be fucked. We cruised each other and ended up in the bushes. I sucked him for a while and then asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He did want to fuck me and asked if I wanted him to use a condom and I shook my head. I pulled down my pants and trousers and bent over. He pushed up me and began to fuck. After a while I heard the sound of rustling and I knew that someone else had joined us. I turned my head and, to my surprise, saw the jogger from earlier on. He came round in front of me and I reached out for his cock. He pulled his jogging bottoms and pants down to his knees and pushed his cock into my mouth. He said something to the guy who was fucking me. I didn't understand what he said or what the guy said in reply but they both laughed. I was really turned on now, I had a cock in my mouth and one up my arse and the fact that they were using me to get off made it even hornier. The guy fucking me took hold of my hips and began to fuck harder and I knew he was getting close to coming. Just then I sensed someone was watching. I looked up and a little way away I saw that a young lad, no more than eighteen or nineteen, was watching us. Just then the guy fucking me pushed me forward on to the jogger's cock and began to shoot his load up me. When he finished coming he pulled out and disappeared. The jogger took his place and pushed his cock up me. I could now look up and I saw the young lad had moved closer. He was dark haired, wearing a black hoodie, low slung jeans and red Nike trainers. I motioned to him to come and join us but he shook his head. The jogger was fucking me hard now and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. His breathing was getting faster and suddenly he groaned loudly and thrust hard up my arse and I knew I was getting another load up my unprotected arse. The jogger pulled out and was gone within seconds. The young lad didn't move. I had to see what would happen so I turned round and leant forward against a tree, so that my arse was facing the young lad. Nothing happened and just as I was thinking he must have gone I heard him move towards me. I didn't look round and then I felt a hand on my arse and a tentative finger found my spunky hole. Nothing happened for a minute and then I heard him drop his trousers and pants and suddenly he was standing behind me and I felt his cock against my arse. He was fumbling a bit so I pulled my cheeks apart with one hand and pulled his cock towards me with the other. Within seconds he was up me. I was surprised at how big his cock was - it was actually the biggest of the three. He began to fuck me, breathing heavily and after about ten or twelve thrusts he began to come. It was just as well there was no one around because he wasn't quiet as he shot his load up me. He pulled out and when I turned round he was pulling up his pants. Without a word he was gone. As I walked out of the park and made my way back to my hotel to get ready for the wedding, I felt much better. I had enjoyed every minute of being used by three guys - being fucked bareback and taking three loads up my arse - including one from a very straight looking jogger and one from a young lad. As I walked back through the city I knew I would be able to deal with whatever I had to. The split with my partner was difficult but after a while I got the confidence to go cruising again and began to enjoy myself. I played safe for a while, not yet ready to give in to my real desires. I knew the time would come though and one afternoon I was in a sauna in Birmingham. I came upon a fit young lad being fucked bareback and when the guy fucking him shot his load up him and pulled out, he turned round and offered his arse to me. I didn't hesitate. I fucked him bareback and ended up shooting one of the biggest loads of my life right up him. There would be no turning back now - I knew that.

Part 2 "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs." I looked at Steve, his face covered with dark stubble, his neck thick and strong. He's playing with his cock through his shorts, I can see the bulge quite clearly, like me he's obviously not wearing underwear. My eyes catch his again and he just raises he's eyebrows and looks down to my shorts. Well I know Pete has paid a lot of money to get me here and this is obviously the start of me doing as I'm told. So I undo the tie holding my shorts up and push them down, I hadn't realised just how hard I'd gotten and my cock springs out, my PA just peeking out the end of my foreskin. I spread my legs as wide as I can, my shorts tight around my ankles. "Step out of one leg for me, shift your ass forward on the seat and spread those legs wide". I do as I'm told and now my hole is exposed right on the edge of the seat and I realise why the seat was pushed so far back when I got in the car, this was obviously planned. Steve slides his finger in his mouth and covers it with spit. Leaning over he reaches between my legs and finds my hole through the hair and rubs the spit around, I can feel my hole relax and then he just slides right in, his finger opening me up a little before he slides a second one in. Slowly he pulls his fingers out and grabs the bag of T, fuck I know what's coming. He opens the bag, spit on his fingers again and reaches in, he rummages around and next thing I know he's showing me two big shards on his index finger, he smiles and reaches down between my legs. "Spread your cheeks for me, don't wanna drop this shit". I do as I'm told and with both hands pull my cheeks apart. I can feel his middle finger finding my hole and then his other finger pushes the crystals inside me. As his finger swirls around inside me I suddenly start to feel the burn. His second finger joins the first and he's stirring around in my guts and I know the stuff is dissolving inside me, I can feel the warmth and then I feel it start to spread. I throw my head back against the seat and close my eyes, not sure how long I stayed like that but I'm enjoying a nice gentle rush sweeping over my entire body. Steve seemed to be enjoying my hole, another finger goes in and now he's really stretching me. I lift my legs up, one foot against the door the other on the centre console, Steve pulls out and gets another shard then brings his hand under my leg and quickly he's pushing back inside me, stirring the third shard around inside me. My groans fill the car and I want more now, I need more than just his fingers. Devastated he pulls out, leans back and looks over at me and smiles "Petes gonna love your hole" He's got his cock out now and he's holding it and beckoning me to it with his eyes. Leaning over I take hold of it and admire it for a while, cut as to be expected, and there's a single drop of precum which I quickly lick off with a swipe of my tongue, tastes sweet. I can't wait anymore and I open my lips slightly and try to take as much in my mouth as I can. By now the Tina is flowing through my body and I'm hungry for it, my whole body craves cock, I don't just want it, I need it. I begin to suck his cock with all the skills I can, using my tongue and the roof of my mouth to stimulate the head and Steve is moaning, I think I'm doing well. Letting his cock free I look up at him and ask him to fuck me, well not so much ask as beg. "With time boy but not now, Pete will be your first not me, so suck my cock". With that he pushes my head back down on his cock, well if he won't fuck me I'm sure as hell gonna get his load in my mouth. I didn't have to wait long, I can hear him moaning louder, his cock seems to get even harder so I pick up my pace desperate for that taste. With an animal like groan I feel his cock pulse as glob after glob of creamy cum fills my mouth, eagerly I swallow it all down savouring the taste. Steve pushes me away and tucks his cock back in his shorts. "Well done, get yaself sorted and let's go see Pete". Reluctantly I pull my shorts back up and shift myself back on the seat. My head swimming with thoughts of what just happened and that craving for cock. Steve starts the engine and without saying a word pulls back out onto the road and heads around the edge of town and we start to climb a little. This is obviously a good neighbourhood, houses stand way back from the road behind gates, giving a sense of mystery to who lives there. I'm assuming this is just part of my tour of the sites, so I just relax and gaze out the window at the passing houses. Steve suddenly slows the car and swings the car round and pulls up in front of a pair of big heavy wooden gates, he punches a number into a little keypad on a pole, and silently the gates swing open revealing a long driveway leading to single story house that looks like something out of a movie - surely this isn't Petes place ?

4. Clint Once more, I woke up with the rising sun. My jet lag had barely gone away. It was not just my sleep cycle that was messed up, but my mind was also foggy. I could barely remember the night before, except I had the unusual combination of utter happiness and complete anxiety. I rolled over and the memories came crashing back. I wasn't alone in bed; my roommate, Greg, was sleeping soundly next to me. He had a peaceful smile on his totally naked, wickedly hot body. The afternoon before, Greg and I had shared a joint and drank some beer. Then I had kissed him. Or maybe he had kissed me. I couldn't remember. It probably didn't matter. That, in turn, led to us to undressing each other on the sofa. And once naked, his hard cock had penetrated my virgin ass. It had culminated in a powerful explosion that pumped my ass full of his hot cum. Then, Greg sucked me off, and soon another joint appeared. Then, it was another beer and a trip to the cafeteria. That evening, the orientation events seemed to go on forever and I couldn't wait to get back to the room. Before the door had even shut completely, we had started undressing each other. It was my turn to fill him up, my cock throbbing and pulsing in his hot hole. Then we fell asleep and I was cradled in his arms. "Morning, sexy," he said, stretching his arms, and pulling me close to him. We kissed. "Although not that breath," he said, but he didn't push me away. "What time is it?" "5:45," I said. "Fuck. I thought it was at least ten." "Sorry. Jet lag," I explained. "Actually, I managed to sleep in today." "You're crazy. Brush your teeth, and get back in bed with me." I went into the bathroom, and started to brush my teeth. As the sleep cleared from my mind, I remembered other crucial and particular details. I had a load of Greg's cum deep in my ass. But, Greg was also carrying one of my loads in his ass. We hadn't used any protection; at the time, it seemed so unimportant. I remembered the reason for my vague sense of anxiety. Greg had told me he didn't know his HIV status. More than that, he had spent the past week having unprotected sex with his Uncle and his Uncle's husband. Both of them were HIV+, and he had taken their loads. Still brushing my teeth, I stepped back into the bedroom. It was hard to tell if it was my bedroom, Greg's bedroom, or our bed. Greg had rolled over, his legs slight spread and guiding my eyes up to his firm, beautiful ass. He hadn't made up his bed yet so we had ended up in this bed last night. He was naked and sleeping peacefully, but all I could think of was having sex with him again. My mind raced between the delightful options of jumping on top of him and forcing my cock back into that small patch of heaven, or rolling him over, and sitting on his giant dick. Neither option included me worrying about his HIV status, or fumbling with a condom. Remembering the closeness and spontaneity of the night before, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted something to come between us, least of all a thick rubber sheath designed to keep us apart. I went back to the bathroom, spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed my mouth out. I returned to bed; even though it had been less than twenty-four hours, I found myself starting to think of it as our bed, rather than just my bed. "Welcome back," Greg said, once more gathering me up into his arms, and nuzzling me on the back of my neck. "Now sleep." Sleep wouldn't come as easily for me as it did for him, despite the comfort of his strong arms. I lay there, wondering how I had fallen into this so quickly, and, just as critically, where it was going to go. Eventually, I was able to fall back asleep. Greg's warm body against me and his steady breath lulled me, and finally, I was able to get a few more hours of fitful sleep. I was in the middle of a pleasant dream when I was awoken by Greg slowly stroking my erection. He was caressing the soft skin sliding over my hardness urging me on. "Morning, sexy," he said, as I opened my eyes. "Morning," I said. "What time is it now?" The sun was higher in the sky than when I had woken up earlier in the morning. "Time for you to stick this in me?" he asked. He had tossed the sheets aside and my stiff dick was sticking straight up in the air. "Or am I going to have to sit on it?" He kissed me, and I could tell he had gotten up at some point, at least long enough to brush his teeth as well. "Or maybe something to get you in the mood first?" he continued, producing a joint. "Maybe," I said. "Come on," he said. "Waking and baking is how I spent my entire summer. It's only going to be better with you." Before I said anything, he lit the joint and stuck it in my mouth. I inhaled deeply of the sweet smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I was feeling good from a full night's sleep and I was looking forward to the effects of the weed. I did another hit, before passing the joint back to Greg. Greg did two long hits, one hand on the joint, and one hand still exploring my body. I was not the only one with an erection; his was thick and hard, emerging from his dark bush. He handed the joint to me. "Don't think you're going to get out of your obligations," he said, his hand finding my cock once more. "I need that to fuck me this morning." "Well, I guess if you insist, I guess can do that," I said, feigning disinterest. Even though I had cum twice the day before, the mere presence of Greg: his warmth, his touch, and his smell had me aroused and more than ready to go. As the pot hit me, it only made me more aroused. I handed the joint back to Greg. He did his hits, and then passed it back. "How do you want me?" he asked, rolling over on his stomach, and spreading his leg. For the first time, I saw the tattoo on his right ass. After doing a hit, I placed the joint on the bed table and bent over to examine it more closely. "You like it?" he asked me. It was two small male symbols intertwined. It was perfect on his young ass and as trite as it sounded, made him look cool. But at the same time, staring at made my stomach tighten up. He knew what he was and had not just accepted it, but also was proud of it. I wondered how many other men had spent their mornings with him, naked in bed. Would I be just another conquest? And, in comparison, how did I look. There had been only two men in my entire life, both in the past thirty-six hours. "It's beautiful," I finally said. "Good. It's going to look even better when you're fucking it. Now, stop staring, and start fucking me." He spread his legs even further, giving me a glimpse of his hairy hole, so eager for my cock. "Lube?" he asked. Before I could reply, he produced a small blue bottle, and poured the liquid on my cock. He rubbed it, the slick fluid coating my shaft and his hands teased me, edging me closer to the eventual, needed release. I wrestled Greg onto his back, his legs up in the air. I was completely aware of how inexperienced I was, compared what I had gleaned about Greg from the hints he had already dropped, not to mention the obvious tattoo. I did what felt natural, and I seemed to not get any complaints from him. "Just a second," he said, as he stuck first one finger, then another into his hole. "Gotta get opened up a bit first." "That's right," I said. "You've done this before." "Yeah," Greg said. "I have." He smiled at me, his legs spread, two fingers in his hole. "Which means you need to catch up." He pulled his fingers out; they were glossy from the lube. I put my cockhead against his hole. "Put it in me," Greg said. Like the night before, we didn't think about condoms. A rubber sheath protecting me from Greg would only just barely protect me from an uncertain risk. But it would totally isolate me and cut me off from being able to fully experience our sexual explorations. Greg was the one that I truly wanted, and I couldn't bear to make that bonding any more difficult than it already was. Just as my cock slid into his tight hole, he held a small brown bottle under his nose and inhaled deeply. "Want a hit?" he asked me, after holding his breath for a few seconds. "What is it?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't appear too naive. "Poppers," he said. "I keep on forgetting how innocent you are." "Well, you are doing your best to corrupt me. What do they do?" I asked. "They give you a short, intense rush. Just hold it under your nose and inhale a bit," Greg replied. "Not too long, at least for the first time." I took the bottle from him, and followed his instructions. The smell was soft yet chemical, although I didn't feel any different at all. Greg took the bottle back and screwed the top on. Suddenly, warmth filled my body, and all of my senses were heightened together with the pounding of my heart. The formerly steady pace of my cock in and out of Greg's hole now turned into a religious act, each millimeter of movement a benediction of pleasure. Involuntarily, I grabbed my young man's head, and we started to kiss, deeply, lovingly, and intensely. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my hips now bucking uncontrollably in and out of his hole. "Fuck me, Clint," he whispered into my ear. "Fucking pound my hole. Fill me with your cock and drain your seed into me." I thought I was going to cum at any moment as the intensity of the feelings ran from my cock to my balls to my brain. But, shortly later, as I could barely stand it, the sensations passed. It still felt amazing to be inside of Greg, but there wasn't the same intensity. "Pretty incredible, isn't it?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, it was," I said. The surge of emotions and sensations were the poppers that Greg had given me, not to mention the weed we had smoked. It had felt great, but it wasn't something I wanted to do constantly. To be balanced, to be complete, the enhanced, popper-fueled fucking also needed plain old fucking in order to maintain the contrast and passion that the drugs forced on me. "But this is pretty damn nice as well," I said, my cock still sliding in and out of Greg's hole. "I know," Greg said. "This is the best way to wake up." My cock had never felt this hard before, so alive and so masculine, as when it was inside of my hot freshman roommate. It was like a pornographic story, getting to fuck my freshman roommate, the morning after move-in. Plus, there was the certain promise of many more mornings and afternoons and evenings just like this. We would explore each other's bodies and learn how we could find pleasure in them. "Me too," I said, in between our constant kisses. It seemed so normal to me, so natural, to be naked next to a man, to be kissing him, and to have my cock buried inside of him. I had read countless screeds about how it was unnatural, but it had been all so easy, all so natural, to fall into it. In high school, I had attempted to go on dates with girls, but it had always felt forced. With Greg, it was like running down a hill. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "I know. I can feel your cock dripping pre-cum. Shoot your load deep in me. I need to have more of your fluids inside me." Despite the steady, hard pounding of my cock deep into his ass, Greg kept on smiling. Last night, when he had fucked me, it had hurt but it had also felt good. As my cock penetrated into him he was feeling the same thing. "I really like being this close to you. You inside me. You cumming in me." "Me too," I said. Even when I had just been jerking off, I dripped pre-cum. Now, when I was actually fucking a guy, there was a steady stream leaking from my cock and into Greg. It made each stroke easier and smoother than the one before, and each stroke only brought me closer to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I said. They were the last words I could say before my orgasm took over my body and mind. Greg wrapped a leg around my waist and an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. His new position also forced my cock deeper into him and my balls bounced against his ass. "Don't hold back," he said. "I can take it." That was all I needed to hear; I stopped trying to hold back and let my cock explode. "I want to take it." "Uggh," I grunted and my dick swelled before spitting a thick load of cum into Greg's ass. "Fuck," I said, as another jet landed inside of him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued, each word marking another jet of my jizz entering my roommate's ass. "Give it to me," he said. "Drain your balls in my hole." I had a few more spurts in me before my balls went dry and my energy was exhausted. "Nice job, man." Greg grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "This is how I want to wake up every day," he said. It took me longer to get my thoughts together. The force of my orgasm had destroyed any ability to think about anything more complex than pure animal pleasure. The poppers hadn't helped me either; they only emphasized the primal nature of our lust. "Me too," I finally gasped. My cock, still buried deep in Greg's hole, was now wickedly sensitive. Greg knew that and was gently squeezing his butt, taunting and teasing me in his effort to get every last drop of my sperm out of my balls and into his body. We lay there and kissed for a few minutes, before my cock finally softened enough to fall out of his hole. "Want to get a shower before breakfast?" Greg asked me. "Sure," I answered. Although we were both in agreement about the next step, the reality of getting up from the bed was a lot harder. Each time we started to make a move, one or the other of us would find something new to play with: a part of the other's body we hadn't yet kissed and hadn't yet explored. "Want some?" Greg asked, offering me the rest of the morning's joint, just after we had finished a round of making out. "Sure," I said. Greg lit the joint, and inhaled deeply. I was about to take it from him when he stopped me. "Wait," he said. "Exhale for me." I emptied my lungs, and he pressed his lips against mine. He blew out his cloud, into my lungs, more than filling them. "I love that," he said. After fifteen minutes of making out, shotgunning, and exploring each other, I had managed only to get out of bed, only to find myself kneeling in front of Greg. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his cock was right in front of me, hard, huge and erect. It seemed to be begging for my attention. "God, you're big," I said, wondering how I could ever get all of that beautiful shaft into my mouth. "You're pretty good sized yourself," he said. I looked down. My cock was still in recovery mode. Even accounting for that, it seemed so much smaller than Greg's tool. Like all guys, I had measured it many times, hoping the result would be something big and impressive and something I could brag about. But, each time, it was the exact same number: seven and a quarter inches. "How big are you?" I asked. I licked the tip of Greg's shaft, my tongue running over the unique combination of soft, sensitive skin stretched over the steel-hard core. There was a drop at the tip, salty and subtle, tasting of Greg's own flavor. "Eight inches," he said. "You?" "Only seven," I said. "And a bit." "That's still plenty big enough," he said. "Trust me. It felt awesome fucking me." He put a hand on the back of my head and gently pressed down. He forced me to take more of his cock in my mouth, so I opened wide and tried my best to fit his shaft into my mouth. It was only the second time in my life sucking on another man's cock. There had been the guy in the gym the other morning and now Greg. I wondered how many times Greg had sucked a guy off. What had he done after school and over the summer? How much more experience had he had compared to me, and was there any way I could hope to measure up. I realized that each time I had sucked cock, I had ended up kneeling in front of them, their erect shafts filling my vision, filling my mouth, filling my world. I knew viscerally why "cocksucker" was an epithet and why it was a put-down. There was nothing else I could do other than to genuflect in front of the source of the men's masculinity and power over me. I even wanted to do it, to truly become nothing more than a cocksucker. But both times it didn't feel like I was debasing myself or that I was less of a man, when I took Greg's dick into my mouth, when I swallowed Eli's shaft. I wanted those dicks more than anything else and to know I was giving them pleasure. That I was able to share in their pleasure was just a bonus. "And damn, that feels good," he moaned, leaning back slightly. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was smiling and his eyes were heavy, almost closed. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up. You want my load?" I nodded. I hadn't even thought about pulling off and not taking Greg's jizz. It seemed disrespectful to Greg to not let him cum in my mouth. I would be telling him that he was dirty and unclean. His load would be my reward. It would be his way of showing me how much he had enjoyed my oral service. It was my prize for being a good cocksucker. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Take my load, you cocksucker." He pulled his cock out and ran it over my thin beard. The beard quickly got wet from my spit and his pre-cum. "You fucking hot man, teasing me, getting me so damn hard, so damn close." I let him rub his cock over my face until he had gotten his fill. He slid it back into my open, waiting mouth. He pushed it all the way in, until it was hitting the back of my mouth. I needed to take more of it. I needed to take him all the way to the base. I needed to feel his balls rest against my chin. "Just start to swallow, but hold it," Greg said. He had picked up on just how much of a novice I was. He was giving me instructions on how to give a better blowjob. As he spoke to me, giving me confident, quiet instructions, he grabbed the brown bottle again, and held it under my nose. "This will help you. A lot," he said. I inhaled deeply from the poppers and remembered the warm, exciting rush I had gotten from them earlier. He pulled me off his cock for a moment while he did a hit from the bottle as well. When my heart started to pound, I took his cock again and swallowed. My throat opened up, and it was instantly obvious how to take his shaft. I went all the way down on his cock and it even entered my throat. It felt even bigger than it looked, filling me up, and nearly choking me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "That feels awesome, man." Even though his shaft was more than I imagined I could manage, I kept his cock in my throat. I had to fight back the urge to gag; it was my body's involuntary reaction to the invasion. But, although my body had one reaction, I was far from wanting him out of my throat. In fact, I wanted him in me as deep as possible. Not only did I want him deep, I wanted him to stay there and to do this as often as possible. He felt the way I was gagging and pulled his shaft out. "It's alright," he said. "It takes some practice, especially with my cock." He ran his hand over my head, ending up holding my cheek. I looked up, and he was smiling at me. "You look so beautiful, Clint, down on my cock. It took the other boys weeks to learn how to do it. And they had sucked dick before." He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I want to give you my load." I nodded. I loved giving him head. I loved hearing him tell me how good I was at it. Even if he was just saying it to re-assure me after gagging on his cock, it made me feel like less of a naive boy, and more of his sexual equal. "You want my load?" Once more, I nodded. Unlike Greg, in my whole life, I had been with only one other man. I had only had one chance to taste one other man's sperm. Even that had been just the previous morning: Eli in the steam room. I needed to know what Greg's tasted like. "Good," he said. "I'm getting fucking close." He took the bottle of poppers, and did a hit. "I don't want to ever have to pull out when I am inside you." He then held the bottle under my nose, letting me inhale the drugs. It wasn't long before the poppers hit both of us. I had to have all of Greg's cock in my mouth and let him enter my throat. I wanted not just to taste his sperm but I wanted to swallow it as well. I wanted to make him part of myself. Greg was getting close, as his breathing was now labored and his cock was harder and thicker with each stroke in and out of my mouth. In addition, he was dripping pre-cum in a steady stream. I was swallowing every drop of it. "Oh fuck," he said, "I'm cumming." His cock stiffened and spurted, emitting a thick jet of his cum right against the back of my throat. Without even thinking I swallowed and kept on sucking his cock. The next spurt landed on my tongue, I could taste the sweet saltiness of his semen. It was hard for me to compare him to Eli; although the two flavors were definitely both male, they were as different as the big, muscular black man and the lithe, young college boy was. I wanted more of both. "Oh fuck, cocksucker," he moaned. "Swallow my cum." His hand was at the back of my head and he held me in place. Even if I had any desire, with his hand on my head, there was no way I could have pulled off of him to avoid taking his load. "Damn hot," he said. I could tilt my head up just enough to see him staring at me and watching how his hard cock disappeared into my mouth. I wondered what this scene would look like to an observer: I was on my knees with my lips stretched around this handsome young man's hard cock. He was bucking wildly and obviously shooting his load into my mouth. This scene was just what I wanted and what I secretly dreamt of for years. Even though I had just shot my own load, my cock was getting hard once again, from the pure primal pleasure of sucking another man's cock and swallowing his hot load. Greg's thrusts slowly subsided, and my mouth was no longer filling up with sperm. But neither of us made any move; I was still milking out the last drops of sperm and Greg was enjoying my attention. "Damn, that felt amazing," Greg said. He sat up on the edge of the bed, carefully not letting his cock fall out of my mouth. Only then did he pull me up to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and sought out the last remnants of his load. He found those few tiny drops that I hadn't yet swallowed. "You've done that before?" he asked. "Only a few times," I said, sheepishly. "I'm pretty new at all of this. Once, actually." "Fuck, how did you know to do that?" "I guess I just did what I wanted you to do to me." "God. Don't know if it was you or what, but that was the best blow job I've ever gotten." We continued to kiss, as both of our cocks softened and our morning horniness finally dissipated. "Shower?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. He stood up from the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I adjusted the water while Greg tried to find two towels for us. He had planned to unpack yesterday afternoon, but instead, we had ended up fucking the entire afternoon. Now those choices were coming back to annoy us. "Just use mine," I said, pointing him to where I had stacked the two lone towels I had brought. "Ok," he said. He got into the shower while I held the curtain open for him. I followed him in. He pulled me close and kept both of us under the warm water. As we embraced, he rubbed his cheek against my beard. "I keep on expecting it to be rougher than it is. It's so soft," he said, before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and his body pressed up against mine. Even though I had spent the previous afternoon and all night with Greg, his body was still the source of constant discoveries. This time, it was the thick hair on his legs; it had been matted down by the water even as though his smooth chest seemed almost dry. "You feel good," I said, fully aware of how trite it sounded. "You too." We kissed before he continued. "It seems strange that we've only known each other for less than a day. It feels like a lot longer." I had been having the same feelings; Greg was quickly turning into more than just a roommate. Possibly even more than just a friend or fuckbuddy. "A lot longer," he said. "I know," I said. I didn't want to jinx what we had started by saying anything else yet. Instead, I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all over Greg's body. I soaped up his torso and then turned him around to do his back. He started to press his ass up against my groin, but he was suddenly started coughing. It took him a minute or two to recover from the coughing fit. "I think I got a cold from the drive out here. Or something," he said. "I wondered about that," I said. He had woken up a few times the past night due to sneezing and coughing. But, each time, it had quickly subsided. "Yeah, sucks. And now, I've got a bit of a sore throat as well." "Well, I can always give you something to help soothe it," I said, rubbing my cock up against his soap-covered slippery body. "Hard to tell if that would make it better or worse," he said. "My turn," he said. He took the soap from me and turned me around. He lathered up my back, before moving down and spreading my ass open. He carefully cleaned out my crack allowing a stray finger to run slow circles around my hole and gently press and probe my hole. I moaned in pleasure; I wanted him back inside me. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I said. "But I need some food. There's plenty of time later for all that." "Promise?" Greg asked me. He pushed me under the water to rinse off. "Promise," I said. "I'll never get tired of you fucking me." It had been hard enough to tell him to stop playing with my hole. To tell him that he'd never get another opportunity to slide his beautiful dick into me was far more than I could do that morning. I pulled him under the water, and as we kissed we also rinsed off the last of the soap. "Now. Food. I've got soccer practice this afternoon. Afterward that?" "Don't shower," he said. "I want you hot and sweaty when I fuck you." "I can do that," I said, turning off the water. Greg handed me a towel. We dried off, got dressed, and headed out for breakfast.

3. Nathan The drive home was quick and easy. Jason and I were going against the flow of families still jockeying for positions close to the dorms, and the streets heading away were all clear. At home, Jason disappeared into the bedroom and packed a gym bag while I went into my office. With the weeklong trip out here, I had been neglecting work, and it was past time to catch up. "See you around six?" Jason asked before he headed out. "I'm going to study a bit after the gym." "Sounds good," I said. It was just barely two, so I had a few hours to work through my inbox and plan out the next week. At least my balls were now completely drained so I didn't have that particular distraction to deal with. On the other hand, my phone was now constantly vibrating with new texts from Greg and even some from Clint. The two boys were hitting it off, possibly more than just hitting it off. Every message seemed to be about how hot the other boy was. "Greg just took of his shirt. He's damn hot," read one from Clint. A few moments later, one arrived from Greg. "Fuck. Clint just took off his shirt. Perfect creamy muscles." Finally, I texted both of them "Go for it." I wanted them to get the past the messy formalities and start exploring each other, getting the fucking out of the way. It gave me thirty minutes of peace, before a "Too late," came from both of them, nearly simultaneously. Greg quickly followed up with a quick text. It was obvious that Clint would be his first "project" at college. Now, all that depended on Jason and I having given Greg enough sperm over the past few days. He would need it to make this project a success. I couldn't do much else, other than to give Greg one last suggestion. Right as I left campus, I had slipped Greg several of the movies Jason and I had done together. There was one I was thinking of. It had been done almost exactly a year after Jason had become poz and it was just the two of us. We talked about our relationship and had long, slow, raw sex. We talked about how barebacking had been a crucial part of us coming together. I hoped that it would help pave the way for Greg and Clint. Despite all of the sex I had over the past few days, just thinking about the two boys together was getting me aroused again. I didn't even need to fuck. I just wanted to feel Jason next to me again. I just wanted it to be the two of us once more. But, I forced myself to focus on work. Between the driving, the heat, and the adventures of the past few days, I was a bit tired, and a nap seemed like just the thing. Once done with work, I stripped down, and crashed, naked, on the bed. I must have been more exhausted than I realized, because I was passed out within moments of lying down. "You owe me. Big Time." It was a cross between a whisper and a growl and the man's weight was holding me down on the bed. His breath was hot on my ear. Suddenly awakened and barely able to think, my stomach did a flip. "Huh?" I managed to grunt, even with the man's arm tight around my neck. He was just on the edge of choking me. It was a long, terrifying moment before he finally let me inhale. The familiar scent of Jason's sweaty body filled my nose and I could relax. At least a little bit. "You were fucking him the entire trip? And you didn't send me a single picture?" With his free hand, Jason reached down and pulled his gym shorts out of the way. "Or even tell me?" His cock sprang free, slid into my crack, and immediately started to search out my hole. I arched my back, making it even easier for him to line up his cock. "You think you deserve any lube for that stunt?" I nodded furiously. Jason might have been perfectly average in the cock department, but he knew how to use it. I had never been sorer than the mornings after he decided he wanted to show off his talents as a rough and intense top. "It's been a while," I said, hoping he would take mercy on me. "I guess," he said. "After all, you did have the common decency to share him with me once you guys arrived." He reached for the bottle of lube from the bed table. As he slicked up his cock and dribbled just a tiny bit of the lube on my hole, Jason kicked his shorts off the bed. We were now alone and naked, with our cocks erect. This time, there were no distractions, no horny nephew demanding to be fucked, and no obligations for the rest of the evening. It was just the two of us, aroused, engorged, and ready. Jason flipped me onto my back and wrestled my legs onto his shoulders. "Ready?" he asked. His cock was right against my hole. I could tell that he was definitely ready. "Always, love. Always," I said. He pressed against me and his cock slid into my hole. The last time I had been fucked had been over a week ago. Jason had pounded me right before I had left for the east coast and the long drive back here. His hard shaft was a nearly unfamiliar pleasure inside me but I quickly acclimated to it. "Fuck. I needed this," I said, as Jason pressed all the way into me. "I've missed you," he said, leaning in to kiss me. "I've wanted to be back inside of you the entire time you were gone." He finally slowed down his penetration when his balls hit my ass. "I'm all the way inside of you, babe." He slowly pumped in and out of my hole, letting his soft skin rub against my delicate hole. There was nothing that came between us and by the end of the night, we would have shared everything with each other: our thoughts, our love, and, of course, our sperm. "You going to give me a big load?" I asked, in between the long, slow kisses. "If you have any left over from Greg?" "Of course, boo. You must have given Greg plenty. Now its time for me to give you a recharge." He was staring at me, his brown eyes examining my face for any changes over the past week. He stroked my temple tenderly, contrasting with the powerful thrusts of his hips. "You're so beautiful, my man. And such a hot, welcoming hole." "I love you on top of me. Inside of me. And dripping into me," I said. It had started as a rough encounter, but it was quickly turning into something very different. This was quiet and intimate. "Melding with me." "I'm not going to leave you, love. Ever. You know that,” he said. We kissed again, and deep in my body, his cock twitched. He was leaking precum, and my hole was hungry for every drop of it. "I'm going to mark you as mine. And I'm always going to keep you close." "Of course," I said. We were quiet, just making out and truly making love, rather than just fucking just to reach an individual orgasm. Instead, both of us were working together to get Jason off. We both wanted him to explode inside of me, to drain his balls and to fill me with his sperm. We were a perfect team. Long experience had taught both of us what we needed to do. His cock was dripping a steady stream of pre-cum. We didn't need any further lubrication; what the two of use were making was more than enough. "Cum in me," I said, finally breaking the silence. "I want to feel your sperm inside of me. It's been too long." "Miss it?" he said, smiling. "I can never get enough." It was the truth. Ever since that first time, when he first came back from the doctor with the news, I was never satiated with just a single load from him. Even after a long weekend of partying and playing, after uncountable men and my hole dripping and sore, I was always ready for Jason to fuck me and get another of his loads injected deep into me. "Fill me." "You want my poz cum? My deadly seed?" "Fucking right on," I said. "Fill me up, my toxic boy." "Damn right, my sexy poz father." I knew he was going to cum soon, and it was going to be a big one. He was my poz son; I had infected him, and we were now both permanently inscribed with the signs of that exchange. Our two tattoos were a more intimate and binding reminder of the depth and permanence of our relationship than the silver bands we wore on our fingers. "Breed me boy. Fill me with your toxic sperm." "Oh fuck," Jason moaned, his cock sliding deep into me once more. There was a familiar pulse and a comforting spurt as a hot sticky mess bloomed in my ass. I squeezed tight and milked out every drop as Jason continued to pound my raw hole. "Take it, my poz daddy. Let your son recharge you. Give you what you need." As his cum filled my hole, there was a sense of happiness flooding my body. It was the happiness of getting bred, of having a man fill me with his cum and of having the man I loved more than anything else in life fuck me raw and re-infect me with his virus. Although now less intense and more common, it was the exact same warmth that Jason had first experienced those many years ago. It was the warmth that announced his entry into the brotherhood of the infected and the biohazardous. "I love you boy," I said, as my own cock quivered and pulsed, spewing my own toxic load onto my furry stomach. "Fuck yeah, Nathan, cum for me. Shoot that hot poz daddy sperm for me." He bent over, and took my cock in his mouth. Between his dick in my ass and my cock in his mouth, I was in heaven. My dick was dribbling a steady stream of sperm, which he greedily swallowed. He made sure to get every precious drop. "Can't let it go to waste," he said. He leaned in further and licked up the long slash of cum that was spread across my stomach. Unfortunately, as he tried to lick it all up, his hips shifted and his cock popped out of my hole. I was suddenly empty: I had shot my load and had lost his cock from my ass. "Damn," he said and pulled my head up to kiss me. The taste of my sperm was still strong in his mouth. He had been a greedy boy, and swallowed all of the cum. Despite that, my tongue still explored every corner, seeking out the last few drops. "I needed that, boy," I said, breaking off our kiss. Jason nodded in agreement, as he curled up next to me on the bed. He rested his head on my chest, playing with the still wet hair on my stomach. We lay there for a bit. We didn't have to talk; what we wanted to say had been expressed in our raw, intimate fucking and the loads we had given each other. Jason slowed down his gentle circles on my stomach. He was drifting in and out of the light sleep that accompanied a hard orgasm. My phone buzzed. Reluctantly, I turned my attention away from Jason and our post-orgasmic cuddling and to the small electronic dictator of my life. "Who is it?" Jason asked, obviously annoyed at the interruption. "Well, Greg and Clint have been tag-teaming me all afternoon," I said. "I'd pay money to see that," he said, with an evil smile on his face. The mention of a tag team had roused him from his sleepiness. "You may just get your wish," I said. "We know how Greg feels, and apparently, Clint thinks I'm hot as well." "I was right about him. He's definitely got good taste in men." Jason flipped me over, nestled himself between my legs, pushed his face into my ass, and then started to rim me. He licked out the fresh load he had just deposited. "Very good taste indeed," he said and resumed his probing. As his tongue explored my hole, it was hard for me to hold the phone, much less try to find the text I had just received. "And both of them have telling me how hot the other one is. I want them to just get it over with and fuck already." "And what did you tell them?" "I told Greg to try one of our videos to get Clint in the mood, but haven't heard back if it was a success." Despite Jason's efforts, I managed to get the text open; it was from Greg. But then, I let myself get lost in Jason's probing, teasing tongue. Before I could even read it, I put down the phone and spread my legs wider. Jason pressed his tongue deeper into me and my toes curled in pleasure. He scooped out more of his cum from my ass, before pausing. "And what do the boys have to say for themselves, interrupting us in such a critical moment?" He rested his head on my ass, and traced out my tattoo. "I don't know. I got distracted before I could read it." "Oh yes. Put the blame on me," he said as he reached the very last bullet on my tattoo. "You're going to need a new entry on this list soon," he said. "It's always hard to know," I said. There had been men that had only needed a weekend. But there also had been men that had been defiantly negative years later, and not for want of trying. "What do you think?" "Just between the two of us?" he asked. "We're going to have a sick boy on our hands by the end of next week." "That soon?" I said. "I'm not so sure." Modern drugs were frighteningly good, and made the process much harder than it once had been. Accidental pozzings were almost unheard of and even intentional ones could now take a lot of enjoyable effort. "Small wager?" he asked. "Winner picks for an entire week." It was our currency for small bets: we would no longer flip a coin before our evening meds, and instead, the winner got to choose the night's sexual adventures. "My nephew is worth only a week?" I asked in mock indignation. "Two weeks, and we're on." "Deal. And you will regret it," Jason said, and spread my ass cheeks once more, diving in. His wet tongue worked back into my hole and he slurped out a little more sperm. But, eventually, he gave up. "I think I got all I can," he said. He rested his head back on my ass. "So, what does Master Greg have to say for himself?" No longer distracted by Jason's rimming and felching, I picked up phone again. "Success," was all that the text from Greg said. There was also now a text from Clint since Greg's message. "Thanks for the push. This is going to be a fun year," he had said. "Greg fucked Clint. And Clint seems to have enjoyed it." "Bastard," Jason said. "What can I say?" I replied. "In my family, we move fast, and we get what we want." I gently dislodged Jason from my butt, and pulled him up to my face. "And what we get, we keep," I said, kissing him. Between the nap and the sex, evening had come. "Dinner?" Jason asked me as we ended the kiss. "Definitely," I said. We pulled on some sweats and went about making dinner. It was a quiet evening. Both of us had had enough adventures over the past few days and needed some down time. It was nice to be alone, together. We headed towards bed earlier than normal; I won the coin toss for meds, and Jason got his cock sucked. He had shot most of his load in me earlier, but I was still able to coax out a few mouthfuls of his semen. I shot another load myself, jerking off as I sucked him. It was a perfect nightcap and we both fell asleep quickly. As always, Jason was in my arms. The sun woke us up the next morning. Because neither of us had anything to do, I had turned off the alarm. It let us sleep in. I woke up first, and my shifting in bed woke up Jason. "How did you sleep?" he asked me. "Good. And you?" "Fine," he said yawning and stretching. "I'm sorry," I said. "I should have warned you ahead of time about Greg. But he wanted to be the one to tell you." "Yeah, probably. It was a little awkward there for a moment, sandwiched between the two of you. And being naked. And hard. But it worked out just fine." "Still. That wasn't the easiest place. And I had no idea if Greg was going to be your type." "Boo, love. You're too close to him to see it. Greg is everyone's type. Especially once he pulls out that fat, long Telemann dick. And you know, the reason it worked out so well is that you've got the awareness to be worried about it. About us." "Thanks, I suppose." I closed my mouth for a moment, and Jason took the opportunity to grab my cock. "And I've got a Telemann dick of my own," he laughed as he started to stroke it. "And I'm going to have so much fun with it when you loose that bet." "Bet?" I asked. "You don't remember? I bet that Greg would get the fuck flu by the end of the week. Two weeks. Two weeks of you doing whatever I want." With the clarity of a night's sleep, and the hard morning erection, it now seemed like a bad bet. Between Jason and myself, we had pumped uncountable loads of poz cum into Greg. There was no way my innocent nephew could avoid the inevitable. "Two weeks? What was I thinking?" "I think I was distracting you there. It's part of my evil master plan to keep you naked and horny. And any news from our boy?" I picked up my phone, but it was mercifully blank. "Nothing yet. I think we're going to be a weird combination of fathers, lovers, and friends to those two." "Yeah, I was thinking about that last night. At least we'll be able to fuck them," Jason said. "Yeah. But right now, I need to fuck you." "Ok," Jason said, as he rolled onto his back, and grabbed his legs. "You know I'm easy that way." I took that as my invitation to defile his hole one more time.

So this is a fantasy that's run through my mind so many times I thought I'd share it with you guys. Now I have a real big thing for American men, and I mean big. Nice big American raw cock is something I crave. The wind and the rain are whipping around the house, spring seems so far away. The tv is on but I'm not really paying attention, my eyes are pinned to my laptop, watching my chat buddy from Palm Springs slamming some guy, they're getting off knowing I'm watching and hell am I getting hard watching them. This isn't the first time I've watched Pete slip a needle into a guys vein, straining to watch that flash of blood then the slow push of the plunger, Tina slowly but firmly entering the guys blood, then the cough and the rush. I've seen several times how the bottoms always turn into hungry little whores for Petes cock. There it was, a really clear shot of the flash, wanking my cock hard, wishing it were my arm on the screen, watching as Pete slams me for the first time. From the angle of the shot I can see Petes cock is rock hard, long and straight, the cut head of his cock probably wet with precum. Next thing I know the tornequete is off the guys arm and he's jumping on his host. Pete moves him over to the bed and in one move has him on his back and he's slipping his cock between his lips. Pete likes to get sucked first to make his cock nice and wet, no need for lube when he takes the guys arse. I watch them suck and fuck for a while, think they've forgotten I'm watching, they're both flying. Eventually I can't hold back any longer I can feel the cum boiling deep inside and as I watch Petes raw cock sliding in and out of the bottom guy I let loose a loud groan and a huge load of spunk spurts all over my furry belly. Spent I shut down the laptop and drift off to sleep, dreaming that one day I will meet my american daddy and he will own not just my hole, but my entire body. We'd fuck for days in the California sunshine. A couple of days later my phone buzzes, it's a message from Pete. "So did you enjoy the show the other day". "Fuck yeah, did you have a good night?" "Shit, yeAh was ok, nothing too special, wasn't my hot little Brit boy worshipping my cock". How my hole twitches when he says things like that, and he knows it, he knows how to push my buttons. "Well mate I wish it were me, why are we so fucking far apart". My finger automatically reaches for my hole, teasing it gently. "You could be here, your arm strapped up, a full rig waiting to fill you with lust, you know I have several friends who would love to meet you. I've shown them all the pics of your furry body and hot ass, some are even impressed by your uncut cock but most just want your hole lol" I spit on my finger and shove it deep in my arse, the thought of those American guys wanting me gets me so wound up. Pete knows all my fantasies. "You know I'd be there if I could mate, and you know I'd do anything for you." "I know you would but I know it costs shit loads to get here from England. We'll have to work something out, I need to get you flying and make you the centre of attention for my buds" "Oh fuck I want that so much, you know I'd let anyone fuck me that you choose, would love you to get me real fucked up and whore me out, and I wanna feel your cut cock rubbing my insides as the Tina makes me beg for more" "Hey man, miss Tina is plentiful in this town, you'd make very good friends with her, I might even teach you to slam yourself. What would you say if I told you I could make it happen?" What did he mean? He knows I don't have the sort of cash to get me there. "Oh yeah how you gonna do that? Lol" "Well I haven't really told you all that much about my background. I've been quite lucky in my life and let's just say I'm a man of means" "What do you mean?" "I could fly you out here for a hot week, if I did tho I would own you for the whole week, you would be here to serve my needs, and those of my buddies, I'd treat you well but you would be here for my pleasure" "Yeah yeah, don't tease, you know how much I wanna get fucked up with you. Besides not sure I'd be comfortable with you paying like that anyway". The fantasy is hot but I know that's all it will ever be. Well long story short, two weeks later I'm landing at PSP and Petes mate Steve is waiting for me as arranged to drive me round for a while showing me the sights while Pete gets back from his business trip to San Diego. This guy is obviously lean and with lovely strong looking hairy arms. Pulling into a secluded little spot outside of town I suddenly notice the little bag full of T down by the gear lever. "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs......" Wanna hear more ?

It'd been a few months since I'd been to the baths - - - and a few months since I'd parTied. I still had three bags in my stash, so I loaded up my gear and headed downtown. The place was pretty dead for a Friday night - but it was kinda early (11:00pm). Got myself a good room and started to get my party on. I was in one of those wierd moods - horny as hell, but really didn't want to play any cruising games. I smoked until I felt that familiar tingle in my ass, squirted some j-lube in my hole with a syringe, and fingered my hole while watching Corey Jay get fucked on the video monitor. Found a tab of X in my pill bottle, and washed it down with some vodka for good measure. Slipped on my red cotton jock and got ready to go out and make the rounds. The rubber cockring and neoprene ballstretcher gave a nice bulge to the jock pouch, even though my cock was pretty soft. As I walked down the hallways, there were plenty of hot guys - but I just couldn't get myself into it, for some reason. Went downstairs to the second floor and did the circuit there, too. Out of habit, I decided to walk through the maze - though I'm usually more of a visual person and like to see what's going up my ass or down my throat. Anyway, I shuffled slowly down the dark, plywood-walled corridor, letting my eyes adjust to the little light coming from a flickering video screen. The maze has small, dead-end 'rooms' off the main path, where guys can lurk, waiting for some curious fuck to wander in. I let my knuckles drift along the rough plywood, trying to feel if there was a warm body hiding in the dark. I made my way around the small cubicle without running into anyone, so I headed back to the opening of the main corridor. After being in pitch blackness, the corridor seemed almost bright. I could actually see white towels moving around in the dimness. I saw a semihard cock hanging out of a gloryhole - - - the short bearcub in front of me dropped to his knees and quickly took it in his mouth, followed by a guttural moan on the other side of the plywood wall. I eased my way around the kneeling cocksucker, and slid into the next cubicle opening. Once again, I let my fingers guide me around the inky blackness. I reached the back of the space, and was about ready to turn around, when I felt a warm body behind me. A hand found my waist and slid around to my flat stomach. The hand pulled our bodies closer together, until my ass pressed against his crotch and my back rubbed against his hairy pecs. Now, like I said, I usually like to have a visual of the guy I'm playing with - - - but the X and the T and the blackness of the maze just made me give in to the moment. He wasn't wearing a towel, and I could feel his cock starting to throb against my asscheeks. His other hand had found my left nipple, and was tugging on the stainless steel ring that pierced it. I moaned a little, letting him know I was his. A deep growl sounded next to my ear, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He smelled like cigarettes and whiskey. My skin was electric from the X, and his hands sent shockwaves through my body. I ground my ass against his hardening tool, letting my pre-lubed hole coat his meat. I reached around, grabbing his cock, massaging it and gauging its size. Fuck! Not the biggest I've had - but certainly thick enough to keep me interested! He was wearing a metal donut cockring, and what felt like a heavy metal ballstretcher. His hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from his cock - (Okay, Daddy! Take charge!). I positioned my feet against the sidewalls of the small cubicle (about 3 feet apart) and put my hands against the wall in front of me. His rough hand slid up and down my slick crack until his thumb popped into my swollen pucker. He twisted his thumb around, opening me up (like I really needed that!), and then I felt his warm cock slide in beside his thumb. "Fucccckkkkkkkk!" I moaned, as he leaned forward, sinking his meat all the way to the balls. His right hand grabbed my shoulder for leverage, and he began deep dicking me. All I could hear were the grunts from the fucker behind me, and the slapping of his pelvis against my sweaty ass. I took a deep breath, and completely relaxed my hole, giving him all the room he needed to tear my ass apart. "Unh! ungh! ungh! unnh! unnngghh!" he panted, slamming my hungry fuckhole with his bare cock. After a coupla minutes, he pulled out, placed his hands under my armpits and pulled me to a standing position. I felt his hot breath next to my ear again, and he whispered, "You got a great ass, but I don't wanna cum yet." His hand glided up and down the cleft of my ass one more time, and then he turned and headed back into the maze. I was still catching my breath, and trying to figure out what I wanted to do next, when I felt another warm body behind me. (Hmmmm! Maybe this wasn't so bad after all!) I braced myself against the wall again, and the anonymous cock easily slid into my open hole. He pumped frantically for about a minute, and then I felt his cock pulse, dumping a load in my ass. This time, I didn't even stand up. Within seconds it seemed, I had another cock breeding me. Evidently, word was getting around that some slut was taking loads in the maze, 'cause four more guys fucked me after that - each leaving a warm load in my gut. The X and T were combining with the sleazy, anonymous sex, and I was growing hungrier by the minute. After the sixth load, there was a lull, so I decided to head back to my room for a little more 'smoke.' Definitely got some stares from the guys as I walked back into the light of the outer hallway - - - my 'fuck' street cred had gone up a few notches in their eyes. I got back to my room, flopped down on the foam mattress, and lit a cigarette. I had left the door cracked open a bit, just so I could keep an eye on who was walking by. Flipping through the channels on the 'all porn, all the time' TV, I finally found a decent BB flick with guys takin' turns fuckin' a leather bottom in a sling. Since things were pretty dead (and I didn't feel like getting up to close the door), I reached in my bag and pulled out a baggie of finely crushed T and one of those plastic Bic pen caps with the pocket clip extension. Dipped in the bag and raised the pen cap to my nose - SNORT! Mmmmmmm - I love that burn! Then one for the other nose. Just as I inhaled through my right nostril, I saw a face looking in from the hall. I couldn't tell if he'd seen me snorting, or if it was too dark in the room. At any rate, I quickly stashed the baggie, and made like I was just smoking a cigarette. The face disappeared - but I was still a little freaked out. Hoping if he had seen anything, that he wasn't gonna go rat me out to the staff. To get my mind off it, I grabbed my towel and headed for the third floor shower to rinse off and drink some water. The warm water felt good on my X-tingling skin, and it felt good to wash off some of the filth of the maze. The snort of T was also starting to make its way into my bloodstream, and kick my sleazy mind back into gear! I shut the water off and pulled the flimsy shower curtain back - grabbed my thin towel and started to dry off. A big, black guy walked in and positioned himself at the urinal. I could hear the heavy stream of piss as it hit the plastic grid in the bottom of the bowl. Taking occasional glances as I was drying, I saw that he was well built AND well hung! He was wearing a black leather cockring with chrome pyramid studs that really looked hot against his dark skin. When he was finished, he slowly stroked the thick meat, squeezing a few more drops of piss into the urinal. Then he gave it three firm shakes and turned toward me. I'd been caught staring - and he knew it. He smiled a big grin and said, "How's it goin'?" I managed to utter, "Great - and you?" "Oh, I'm just gettin' here," he answered, "so I hope it's a busy night!" "I don't think you'll have any trouble," I smiled, finally recovering my dignity. "Maybe I'll see you later." He gave me a thumbs up, wrapped his towel around his narrow waist, and headed out to the hallway. I finished drying as well as I could with the threadbare towel, and noticed that my shriveled crystal dick was starting to show signs of life! Guess the thought of getting fucked by that thick, black cock was having a positive effect. Headed down the dark hallway to my room - - - finally getting over my earlier mood - and starting to enjoy cruising for XL cock! I wasted no time sliding the key in the lock, anxious to get inside and blow some thick clouds. This time, I shut the door for privacy, wanting to take my time loading the pipe and slowly heating a fresh rock until it vaporized. Digging through the baggie, I found a nice-sized rock and scooped it out and into the bowl of the glass pipe. Since I had time, I pulled out my flask of vodka and chugged a quick shot - letting the clear licquor burn on the way down - and then warm my insides. Then, I picked up the glass pipe, staring at the pea-sized shard of chemical that was about to send me deeper into my cockhungry pig-state. I flicked the starter on an old Zippo lighter, and waved the orangish-blue flame back and forth under the slightly blackened glass bowl. Careful! -Don't burn it! (I had been accused of this by another tweaker awhile back, and had since taken more care when heating the meth in a glass cock!) The rock disappeared into a small pool of liquid - and I continued slowly waving the flame back and forth under the bowl. Then it happened - as it always does - - - that thick, white cloud started to form, slowly drifting up the length of the glass tube, inching ever closer to my open mouth. I cleared my lungs, so that I could take a deep pull on the pipe. I set the lighter down, and slowly inhaled as long as I could. Hold it - hold it - hold it - hold it...............exhale............. Fuck yeah! I love gettin' fuckin' high at the baths. My own little drug - fuck - leather - kink - big cock - toy - cum - rubber - dildo - fist world! Flick the lighter again - this time, the smoke starts to form almost immediately. I do another deep hit. Hold it as long as possible. Exhale. FUCK!!!! My ass twitches just at the thought of getting stuFFed! Cock - fist - hell, I don't care! As long as somebody's playin' with my hungry fuckhole- I'll be happy! I set the pipe down on the wooden TV platform to cool - stash the baggie in my duffle - light a cigarette to cover up the acrid, metallic smell of the meth cloud - and tug on my limp dick. I can hear some guy gettin' fucked in the room next to me, his muffled moans seeping through the thin plywood wall - and the occasional thud of muscle against wood as his body gets shoved against the wall by the guy who's fuckin'him. I open my door to get a little fresh air from the hallway. The coolness of the outside air feels good against my chem-heated skin. This reminds me that I better get some water before I get distracted. I grab two plastic water bottles, and head back toward the drinking fountain to refill - not bothering with a towel, since it's already 2 am, and I'm high, and I'm in a fuckin' bathhouse! I tend to my business, but enjoy the long looks I get from the more timid guys in shorts and towels. That's right guys - I'm a fuckin' hot guy, high as a kite, with a msucled ass that needs to get fucked - NOW!!! When I get back to the room, the "T" has really kicked in, and I am in full "fuck me" mode. I leave the door about halfway open, and take a long drag on still-burning cigarette. Figure it's time to put on some of the leather I brought, so I fish through the duffle. First, the leather codpiece jock - cock and balls go through a hole in the front panel, leather strap up my greasy crack, six snaps attach the codpiece and keep my shriveled cock bathed in a pool of slimy lube. Next - leather harness - simple, black, wide cross straps with a chrome ring in front and back - shows off my hard worked pecs and lats, an' gives a top somethin' to grab onto for leverage! Armbands - red and black leather - shows I'm into fisting - versatile. Another drag on the cigarette. As I'm checkin' myself out in the mirror, I notice the face from earlier checkin' me out from the doorway. I pretend not to see him, an' let him enjoy the show. I squat down with my back to the door, lettin' him get a good look at my leather-strapped ass, while diggin' through the duffle for my tit clamps. Ah! There they are! The chain jingles as I pull them out of the canvas bag. I grab a sheet of paper towel off the roll I brought with me, and wipe the dripping sweat off my pierced nips. Clamp...... "Fuccckkkk!" I moan, as the rubber-padded clamp connects with the nerves on my "X" sensitized tit - like little electrical charges running between my nipple, my cock and my ass. I wipe the other nipple and repeat the process. "Fuck, yeah!" I smile to myself, letting the chrome chain drop between my pecs. I glance up to see the reaction on my audience. Fuck! He's gone. Oh well - I'm so into my own chem-leather scene now - I decide to just kick back and enjoy the ride. I light another cigarette, prop myself up on the two raggedy pillows, and flick through the porn on the TV. My buddy down at the front desk had said he'd brought some Raw Fuck Club dvds for later - I found one with Mason Garret gettin' fucked by this huge, black cock! Grabbed a dildo, lubed it up, slid the leather strap aside and shoved the rubber cock in my cummy hole. The face was back at the door! I could see now that he'd just left to put on some leather of his own. I shifted on the thin mattress toward the door, focusing my attention on the watcher. He was wearing a harness and a pair of rubber chaps (no jock), and was stroking a nice-sized cock. I let go of the dildo, leaving it lodged halfway in me, and hooked my thumb under the titclamp chain, giving it light tugs. He stepped further into the doorway. With my free hand, I picked up the cigarette from the ashtray and took a drag. Then I ground it out with the others, and stared unblinking at the stranger at the door. I cocked my head back, motioning him in. He got the message and walked the few steps to the edge of the bed. I sat up, legs on either side of his, and took his cock in my mouth. As I did, the rubber cock slid deep inside me and hit my prostate, driving me crazy! I slobbered on the big cock, moaning at the feel and taste of the thick piece of meat. He spread his legs a little for balance - and to force my legs farther apart. One of his hands found the back of my neck, guiding my head onto his cock - and holding me still as he pushed down my throat. (When I party, my gag reflex almost disappears, and I can deep throat with the best cocksuckers!) "PIG!" I heard him say, as my throat massaged the head of his cock. Just when I thought I was gonna pass out, the pressure on the back of my neck eased, and I let the tool slide out of my mouth. I coughed a little, gasping for air, while he gently ran his hand across my buzzed hair. "Fuck, you're hot!" he said, wiping his spit-covered meat up and down my stubbled cheek. He walked over and shut the door. "So - whuchoo get into?" he asked, slowly stroking his cock. "I get fucked," I answered, staring straight into his eyes. "And?" he continued. "Fisted," I added. "Party?" he asked. "Uh-huh," I answered, reaching up and fondling his heavy balls. "Raw?" "Yeah." "Couples?" "Hell, yeah." He reached around and unclipped a phone from the back of his chaps. Speed-dialed a number. "Hey." "Yeah." "Third floor." "Yeah - He's a fuckin' pig." "Yeah - bring it." "Mirrored Room." "Yeah - hurry up." Click I was still playing with my nips, staring at him. "That was my boyfriend," he said. "We like to play together - an' you look like fun!" he smiled, pushing me back on the bed and kneeling between my legs. "Ya mind if we party with ya?" he asked, grabbing the base of the big dildo and twisting it in my ass. "As long as I get fucked, you can do whatever ya want." He pulled the dildo out and sank his cock in all the way. "Like that?" he said, grinding his pelvis against my ass. "Uhhhhh-huhhhhhhhh," I moaned, feeling the heat filling my chemhungry hole. He rocked back and forth - not really fucking - just getting my ass used to his cock. I took in the image on the mirrored ceiling, liking the look of my hole getting bred by this hot stud! "Knock, knock knock," came a light tapping on the door. The stud pulled out, and got up to answer the door. He opened it just a crack - then all the way. What walked in was a fucking wet dream! Well over six feet tall, tatted all over, shaved head, and built like a brick shithouse! He was wearing a harness and chaps, too, but also was sporting a well-stuffed rubber jock. "Uh, this is my lover, Dan - - - and I'm Brent," Brent said, finally introducing himself (not always necessary, but nice if you need to ask for something...). "Great! Uh, and I'm Jim," I replied. Dan had a small, black gym bag that he tossed on the bed. "Brent says you're a fuckin' party pig," Dan said in a deep voice. "I'm as fuckin' nasty as they come," I threw it back to him. "Hope you like it good 'n' sloppy," I grinned, laying back and pulling my asscheeks apart to show off my gaping hole. "Fuck, that's hot!" he replied, reaching down and dipping two fingers into my slimy rosebud. "You a total bottom - or you fuck, too?" he asked. I unsnapped the leather codpiece, revealing my shriveled cock - "Sorry, can't help ya out there. Got a bad case o' crystal dick tonight," I said, lightly tugging at my useless meat. Dan sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to unzip the gym bag. He dug through until he pulled out a small prescription bottle. He opened it and shook out a small, orange pill. "Here. Take this," he ordered. "What is it?" I asked, not afraid to try something new, but wanting to make sure I wasn't gonna have some adverse druf reaction. "Levitra," he replied. "Keeps me goin' when I party," he smiled, rubbing the stiff log that was inching toward the waistband of his rubber jock. I tossed the pill in my mouth, and washed it down with water from one of the plastic bottles. "Now - how 'bout you get to work on this?" he said, undoing a snap on the back of the jock and freeing his thick fucktool. I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed. Dan aimed his cock at my open mouth, and it was immediately surrounded by my lips. Brent stepped up on the low platform bed and walked around behind me. His fingers slid into my partially open hole and massaged the insides. "You're gonna love fuckin' him, Dan," Brent said. "He's got a real loose hole, just like you like!" With that, Brent replaced his fingers with his cock and started fucking. I was in pig heaven - bein' spit roasted by these two hot guys. We were all moving to the beat of the electronic club music, and I could feel myself giving in to the drugslutcockwhore that I loved!

They must've signaled each other, 'cause they switched places without speaking, and then I felt my ass being filled with Dan's X-tra thick cock. "Oh fuck!" I moaned, staring up into Brent's eyes. "Great, isn't it?" he smiled. "I knew you'd like his cock - God knows, I do!" We shifted on the bed, so that Brent was sitting, leaning against one of the mirrored walls. He opened the bag that Dan had brought - I couldn't quite see what he was doing (partly 'cause it was dark, and partly 'cause Dan was starting to really pound my ass). When Dan slowed down, I heard him say, "Hey babe - you sure he's okay with that?" I looked up, and Brent had a rubber strap tied around his upper left arm, and a syringe clenched in his teeth. Taking the syringe with his right hand, he looked at me and asked, "You okay if I slam?" I grinned, and said, "Fuck, yeah! Just le'me get my mouth on your cock while you do it." I waited 'til he'd cleaned his arm with an alcohol pad, and had gotten the needle in and it had registered with blood. He nodded, and I slowly took his semihard cock in my mouth. Everything stopped. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him push the plunger. He waited - then pulled out the needle - raised his arm and pulled off the rubber strap - - - and coughed - twice. I felt his body stiffen - then vibrate, as the drug ran through his veins. His cock didn't harden, but it did start to leak a lot of salty precum, which I swirled around his cock with my tongue. I instinctively moved my right hand between his legs and found his asspucker. He reacted by spreading his legs, giving me more access, and soon I had three fingers inside his pre-lubed hole. Mmmmmmmmm!- this fucker had come to pnplay!!!! As I worked my fingers in, Brent slowly slid down onto the bed, his legs spreading wider and wider. In no time, I had four fingers in his wet hole, and he was moaning like a bitch in heat! Dan caught on to what I was doing, and I felt his thick cock slide out of my hole. He grabbed the duffle that he'd brought and began looking for something. I just focused on Brent's open hole, massaging the soft, warm insides of his fuck chute. He grabbed my wrist and guided my hand, letting me know that he wanted more. I let my thumb fold into the palm of my hand, and began rotating my wrist to find just the right angle. Brent took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he pulled my hand toward his stretched hole. The fleshy muscle relaxed, and my hand slid in! "Ohhhhhh fffuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkk!" he yelled, loud enough for the neighboring rooms to hear. Just about that time, I felt a slight burning sensation in my ass. I'd almost forgotten about Dan, with my mind focused on getting into Brent's ass. I knew the familiar tingle of a booty bump, and the feeling of Dan's thick fingers stretching MY hole! Still on my hands and knees, I spread my legs a little wider, giving him plenty of room to work. Brent grabbed the bottle of J-lube and squirted a hefty glob at the intersection of his ass and my wrist - and then handed the bottle to Dan. It was clear they'd played this game many times! Dan held the bottle above my gaping hole and let a steady stream of the gooey lube flow into my tweaked ass. The lube was still warm from when I mixed it up earlier, and felt great filling up my hungry butt. Dan shifted his body into a more comfortable position on the cheap foam mattress, and then began working his hand inside, just as I had done with his boyfriend. I had lost my focus on Brent's ass, now that Dan was working on mine - but he had taken control and was writhing up and down on my wrist - clearly enjoying the effects of his slam! [Aside: In addition to copious amounts of crystal, I attribute my love for getting fucked and fisted to having a squeaky clean ass. Knowing that no cock or hand is going to come out covered in shit gives me the confidence to really relax and enjoy the experience. Once I'm clean and start to party, I don't eat or drink (except water) until I'm finished - sometimes 2-3 days! The only things that go in my hole are crystal, lube, dildos, fists, cocks and cummmmmmm] By turning to my left, I had a great view of Dan in the mirror on the wall - hot stud in leather, working his hairy paw into my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and exhaled, pushing back on his greasy hand. There was a slight feeling of pressure, as the widest part of his hand stretched my sphincter - and then he was in. "Whoa!" Dan said in surprise. "You're a fuckin' pro, man! Fuckin' sucked my hand right in." I rocked my ass side to side, acknowledging his compliment, and letting him know I was in pig heaven. "Hey, Brent," Dan said over my shoulder. "You found us a real pig!" Brent was in his own fistpig haze, with my hand massaging the warm insides of his burning hole. I rotated my wrist a half turned and pulled out slightly to test how far his assmuscle would stretch. He opened his eyes a little and gave me an evil grin, letting me know I was in sync with his 'needs.' I rotated my wrist again, relieving the pressure, and causing his eyelids to close again. I repeated the action over and over until my hand was able to almost come completely out. Brent shifted on the bed so that he could stretch one leg out and pull the other back toward his chest, giving me a better angle to work with. All the while, Dan was working on my hole, similarly stretching and getting me used to the size of his hand. When his hand finally came out, I heard him chuckle. "Fuck! How many loads you got up there, man?" he laughed. I could smell the distinct odor of warm cum fill the room, as my ass dripped the remains of my earlier play. "Not enough!" I replied, hoping that he'd add his before the night was over. Dan slid off the bed and walked over to Brent, placing his fingers in his lover's mouth. "Mmmmmmm!" Brent moaned, eagerly sucking the slimy cum and buttjuice off Dan's hand. "You'e so fuckin' nasty," Dan growled, smearing the palm of his hand all over Brent's face, marking him with the dregs of my ass. Dan stood up, but before heading back to me, he walked over and turned the door handle, just barely leaving the door ajar. Fuck - these were my type of guys - wild, chemfueled, man-to-man sex....with as many men as possible! Dan climbed back on the bed and kneeled behind me, his hand lightly slapping my asscheeks. The next thing I felt was his tongue and stubbled chin grazing on my sleazy hole. I pushed my hole open, so he could get in as deep as he wanted. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmph!" he grunted as his tongue dug into my cumbucket. When he needed a break, his hand would replace his tongue - and with the stimulation, drugs and earlier play.... his hand was easily inside me. "Fuckin' whore! Bet you let anybuddy stcik they're dick in there," he teased. "Ya got any preference for dick, pig?" he asked, his fingers expertly massaging my prostate. "Thick," I managed to spit out. Dan's hand slid out with a plop, and then I felt him grab my cock and balls, coating them with the slime from my ass. "That feel good, pig?" he asked, closing his thumb and index finger tightly around my cock and balls like an extra cockring. When I didn't respond, he squeezed harder and tugged downward on my junk. "Yeah," I gasped. "What's that, boy?" he tugged again. "Yes, SIR!" I barked back. "That's better, fuckpig," he said, slightly backing off on the tension. The work on my prostate, his manhandling of my cock, AND the Levitra I'd taken earlier were all having a positive effect on my partycock! "Mmmmmmmm! Now that's the kinda cock I like my boys to have," Dan purred. He pulled my hardening cock back between my legs and swallowed it in his warm mouth. I was in sensory overdrive - my ass twitching, my nipples tingling, my cock throbbing - every inch of my body was on fire....one hunky sextool! Dan continued tonguing my ass and sucking my cock until I was rockhard and needed to fuck. He leaned forward so that his mouth was next to my ear, and whispered, "I wanna see you fuck Brent. We get off watchin' each other get fucked by strangers." That kind of kinky shit is a total turn-on for me, and my cock throbbed even harder, knowing that Dan was into seein' his lover gettin' dicked by some guy they'd just met. I slowly pulled my hand out of Brent's butt, and wiped the slick lube off with a paper towel. Then I grabbed Brent's thighs and pulled him toward me, pushing his legs apart and back, so that his gaping hole was at about the same level as my cock. He just stared at me with kind of a blank, drugged look, like he wasn't sure what was about to happen. My PA bounced up and down on his slightly open pucker, and the head of my cock pulsed with blood, flaring a good 2" wide. I leaned forward, sinking into his hole in one stroke. "Ooohhh Fuuuccckk!" Brent moaned. "Fuckin' nice cock, man," he added. [One advantage I love about meth is that (when I can get hard) I can fuck for hours without cumming!] Brent's hole was nice and loose, just like I like 'em. Plenty of room to move around, and my PA doesn't pinch the head of my dick. "Gimme that big Daddy dick! Fuck, yeah! You know what my hole needs. Fuck!" Brent panted, as I corkscrewed my cock in and out. My cock looked damn hot covered in lube and buttslime as I slowly dragged it out of Brent's open manhole. The stretched, purple muscle flared out, begging for my cock to sink back in to the warm depths of his chemmed ass. As meth will often do, I got caught in my own little private fuck scene - oblivious to anything else going on around me - just my cock and Brent's hole. When I sort of snapped out of it, I saw two more guys in the room - one standing, and the other on his knees sucking his friend's cock. They were obviously turned on by our scene, and had joined in with their own action. If the chemistry's right, that's one of the many things I love about the baths - nuthin' like a few guys havin' sex next to you to make your own scene even hotter...especially when they're hot...and total strangers! I looked around for Dan, and saw he had moved to the corner furthest from the door. He had a rubber tourniquet tied around his left arm and was cleaning the crease in his elbow with an alcohol pad. Shit! He was gonna slam right in front of these two guys! I guess the guy getting the blowjob sensed my concern, 'cause he caught my eye and motioned a 'thumbs up' sign and a wink to me. I watched Dan line the rig up and slide it into the vein. He must have pushed the plunger in, 'cause the next thing I saw was him putting the orange plastic cap back on the needle. He raised his arm over his head and pulled the rubber tourniquet to release it. "Cough - - - cough," came the sounds from Dan - his body shuddered briefly while he threw his head back. Then he shook his head like he was trying to clear the cobwebs, and then drawled out, "Ffuuuccccckkkkkkkkk!" He dipped two fingers into the nearby tub of Crisco and then pumped several globs of J-lube into his palm. Soon, he was massaging the greasy, gooey mixture into his muscled crack, his pelvis writhing up and down off the black rubber sheet. I took a break from Brent's hole and turned my attention to Dan's. Fumbling around through the collection of dildos I'd brought with me, I grabbed my Ty Fox which was still slick from previously being up my ass. Dan's eyes were still dancing from the effects of the slam, but the way he spread his legs let me know he was aware of me and my intentions. I let the huge head of the big rubber dong graze his sensitive asslips, sending electrical impulses throughout his body. He inhaled deeply, and as he exhaled, I felt his ass start to give way. "Ooooohhhhhh, fuck!" Dan bellowed, completely giving in to his desire to get fucked. "Shove it in me, man! Rape my fuckin' hole!" he panted, as I kept a constant pressure on the big rubber-balled base of the dildo. It was so hot watchin' this big hunk of man flip from total top to total bottom - letting his inner pig come out to play. A satisfied grin came over his face when he felt the huge rubber balls grinding against his asscheeks, letting him know the huge dildo was firmly seated inside. "Uh-huh....yeah...uh-huh....mmmmm.....yeah...uh-huh," Dan mumbled, floating on the high from the slam, the warm lube and the pressure filling his ass. He was seriously grinding his jaws now, eyes closed, butt dancing while I worked the big rubber cock in and out of his hole. I loved watching his assmuscle cling to the dildo as it slid out - staying open until I shoved it back in - - - fucking bull twat!!! I felt some movement behind me, and saw that Brent had flipped over on his back and was shinnying between my legs. His warm mouth found my dangling cock, and he proceeded to gobble it up like the hungry cockwhore he'd become. The two spectators had disappeared, probably to check for other hot action - or maybe to go parTy in private. Dan was starting to show a little more awareness of what was going on, and he was digging through the pile of dildos with his right hand. He grabbed Kris Lord and held it up, gauging its size against his hunger. [Kris Lord doesn't appear any larger than Ty Fox, but its shape makes it noticeably wider, thus providing more stretch if inserted straight on. Sometimes, I'll start out with it sideways, and then rotate it to get my ass used to the width - - - or if I'm really spun, I shove it in straight for maximum impacT!!!] I let go of my hold on Ty Fox, and grabbed the new dildo from Dan. Scooped two fingers full of Crisco from the tub, pumped four gobs of j-lube into my hand and started slathering the veiny rubber shaft with the nasty concoction. By the time I was ready, Dan's hole had ejected Ty Fox, and his purplish rosebud was pulsating, begging to be filled. From experience, I knew exactly how he was feeling, so positioned the wide, meaty head against his bud and pushed. There was a slight resistance, and then the muscle gave way. The huge cock barreled its way deep into his gut, while he roared in pleasure. "Uuunnnngggghhhhhhh!" he growled. "That's it, fucker! Fuck me! Use my fuckin' hole!"

I grew up in ST Louis but now live in burbs of KC. I became poz about 30 years ago and I became the sober good safe sex guy but after my lover died and then all my poz friends had gone back to barebacking when the new HIV meds came out. Although I have relatively good looks, negative guys would turn me down because I was poz and poz guys just wanted me to give up being sober and bareback anyone anytime. I was confused and horny. My friends in AA said you will met the right guy but it wasn’t happening. I started going to sites like BBRT and Breeding Zone. I finally broke down one night and went back to the baths. It was great to fuck without rubber to feel my cum go down a guy’s ass and to take loads too but now guys were offering me serious drugs. Pot made me goofy but I always fantasized about doing Meth. All the stories in Breeding Zone made it sound incredible but there were also the risks. I finally decided I didn’t care and I hooked up with a guy who was having supplied delivered to house. He wanted to help him slam and I agreed if I could smoke some Tina. He got out the glass cock pipe put a few shards in and lit the torch took a hit and showed me how to do it. Soon I was shotgunning with him and was incredibly horny. I tried to slam him but his veins were bad so his supplier came in and slammed us both. He started to give me the same amount as my new found Tina friend but I told him this was my first time. He slammed with a much smaller dose and then the supplier slammed himself and gave us some extra Tina if we would fuck together. My partner and I agreed and we were up from 7 at night until 4 in the afternoon fucking and fisting. We had Gatorade and lots of water and took some vitamins earlier. I felt tired and had a bit of a headache but I am kicking in big time for the stash next week. I don’t know where this road will go but I am enjoying the ride. I cannot pretend to think I will be a normal user but who knows? http://www.asspig.com/home

Several weeks ago, I met an extremely hot black guy at work. I teach at a college, and we are in the same area. He is a Phd student, but the two of us are not academically associated. After we first met, I saw him on Grindr, and immediately got rock hard. His profile indicated that he is interested in "power bottoms." My lucky day! I hit him up and we started a normal conversation. After a short while, I threw caution to the wind and made a couple of suggestive comments, and he seemed interested. I explained to him that I was a bottom that enjoyed being used, and that I could take what ever he had to offer me. He said that he would be interested in testing that out sometime. We exchanged various pics and talked some more, but we both had to move on to other things, so we left things kind of up in the air. He did agree that I should call him "Sir" and he would refer to me as his "boy," but when working, it would be strictly professional. After that, I didn't come across him on Grindr that often - in fact he seemed to have always have been on many hours before I had. He's a busy Phd student, so I know he doesn't have much time for playing around. I always see him at our weekly meeting, but I keep my distance and remain professional. Even though he isn't my student, we are in the same department, and I don't want to make him uncomfortable, or alert my colleagues to any inappropriate behavior. But, he is extremely good looking... he's rather short, and has a very well-defined chest. Frankly, just looking at him he makes me rather hard. This past week-end, our department had a number of activities that kept us all extremely busy, and all of us in close proximity to one another, and close proximity to this hot young man got the best of me. In our first Grindr conversation, we exchanged email addresses, so as the weekend was coming to a close, I emailed him and asked him when he would be free to use my hungry hole for his pleasure. He said that he was free most weekday evenings. Well, I couldn't wait for that, so I asked him if he was free that very night, to which he said he was free after 11:00. My response was that I became instantly hard, and had to walk from my car to my office with an obvious hard-on. After all of the activities for the day had concluded, and no one else was around, I took time to go to the private restroom and clean my hole out as I wanted to be sure to be totally clean and ready for his hard cock. After I was cleaned out well enough, I put on my cock ring and a jock strap. Then I took a dry-erase marker and wrote "CUM DUMP" on my ass - which is quite a challenge when trying to write backwards in the mirror! When he finally emailed me to let me know he was on his way, I jarred the door to the office suite where my office is located, and also jarred the door to my office. I knew it would take him at least 10 minutes to get there, so imagine my surprise when I heard the outer office door creak as someone else opened it. I jumped up off the floor (I was in position on all fours facing away from the door), and made sure whomever it was coming didn't see me. I threw on my running short and threw the door open - it was the janitor! He was as surprised to see me as I was to see him. While I covered well, and had a short conversation with him, I could tell that he was curious as to what was going on. At the same time, I got an email from my hot Phd top saying he'd be another 20-30 minutes. I then thought that I should take advantage of the situation... The janitor is kind of hot, stocky ginger-headed guy who obviously played foot ball or wrestled in high school. He was obviously curious and wanted to see what was going on in my office. He also may well have seen my hard cock through my shorts and jock. In any event, he said he'd be right back, as he needed to grab something off of his cart out in the hallway. "Okay," I replied, adding "I'm just in here working. You should just come on in and help yourself." While he was out in the hallway, I left my office door open and got back into position, so when he came back in, he saw my ass in the air with 'CUM DUMP' on it. His reaction was an 'Oh Fuck'! He entered the office, closed the door and immediately started playing with my hungry hole, asking if I sucked cock. "Sure," I replied, "on two conditions: first, you must order me to do so, and second, you must agree to slide your fully erect cock in my hole and shoot your hot load inside my ass." He readily agreed to both! I sucked his cock (it was already ROCK HARD), and then after a while asked him to breed my slutty whore ass. He got behind me, I took a big hit of poppers, and then he lubed up his cock and my hole and slid right in. I knew that once he was balls deep in my ass that it wouldn't take him long before he was exploding in my hungry ass, and I was right. Within a minute or so he gave me a huge load, pulled out and started to try to wipe off his cock, I protested and insisted that he let me clean him off with my mouth. MMMM he was hot and had a great cock. After he get fully dressed, he thanked me and said he hoped that we could do it again sometime. I told him that I'd be working late two other nights this coming week, and I'd be sure to be on all fours, waiting for his load. In the meantime, my hot Phd top was on his way. With one load already in my hole, I was totally primed and ready to be used like the slutty cum whore that I am. He came in and found me in position, and immediately got down behind me and slid his tongue into my hole. He was totally surprised that I had cum in my hole, but was totally into it. I told him that I'd tell him about how that came to be after he was finished making me his whore. He ate my ass for quite some time, and then began to finger fuck me. Normally, I can't take a guy sliding his rough digits into my hole, but he was gentle and really knew how to work an ass. He was teasing me, and then finally decided to give me his thick, hard, black cock. He pounded my ass for at least 45 minutes, and twice came in my hole. For the second load, he flipped me over on my back and asked that I play with his nipples. With only took a few seconds of my playing with his nipples he shot a second huge load in my hungry hole. As we were cleaning up, we made small talk and then parted ways. He emailed me a short time afterward and said that he hoped I enjoyed it, and he would love to breed my ass again sometime. I informed him that I was at his disposal, ready and willing to serve him and his amazing big black cock whenever he needed me.

This afternoon I visited the local ABS for the first time in over a year. Most of the booths have gloryholes, and nothing gets me hornier than thinking about sucking off a guy or taking his raw cock through a gloryhole. There were maybe a dozen guys standing around, all pushing 70 years or older. (I'm They didn't seem to be interested in me, or was I interested in them. I was about to leave when this 30-something attractive guy walked in. He went into the adjoining booth and motioned for me to stick my cock through the gloryhole. My hopes for some action were dashed--I had no desire to get sucked off. So I motioned for him to slide his cock through. No response. I left the booth and waited five minutes to make a circle around the other booths. He returned and went into the booth directly across from where I was standing. I entered the booth, and this time he had his pants on the ground and was gripping a thick cock that must have been at least 8". When he slid it through the hole, I swallowed that cock all the way down to his balls. After ten minutes of sucking, I was ready to be fucked. I slicked up his dick with some spit, stood up, and pushed his entire cock bareback up my ass. He immediately started to thrust hard. The booth shook every time he slammed into me. His pace slowed, and then suddenly he trust that cock deep into me and held it there, dumping his hot load in my ass. He continued to pull out and push in for several minutes. As he pulled out, I could feel his cum drip out of my hole. I reached back and pushed my finger up my loaded hole. I licked the cum off that finger and continued to play with my hole until I had licked up as much of his load as I could.

Great story! Was this motel the Day's Inn? Can't wait until the next time I'm in Vegas.

Funny to read this now, a few weeks ago a regular FB came by and we got into our usual routine--which is hot with this passionate aggressive top. He's not too big--about 6" but know what he's doing. He's fucking and we're both feeling good. He says how good my ass is feeling, and I told him how much I like his fuck. "You can do anything you want to it man," I said. He looks down at me and says "yea?" I reach under him holding his balls as he's plowing and he's groaning approval. Then, I feel his balls getting wet and it isn't warm enough to work up this much sweat, and I think maybe I didn't evacuate all the water when prepping but I'm usually pretty good about that. He's moaning how great my ass is and gonna breed me. Shoots inside, I'm holding him in awhile. Then he gets up a little quickly to wash off in bathroom. I'm laying there trying to figure out how did he get so wet. I sit up, he's dressing telling me how hot the whole thing was, and I look down at the patterned towel that was under me and notice it's wet and a tiny speck of crap on it. He leaves. I can't figure out how it could have been in me after my prep. I love holding loads inside as long as possible but couldn't that night. Sat on toilet and his load and more water came out--usually his loads are thick big and dry. I kept thinking something's not "as usual" for the next few days. Then it hit me: He must've pissfucked me without me knowing, explaining his wet balls (I was on my back) and probably why he was getting so turned on--more than usual. My head's spinning trying to process it! Hot! We fuck about once a week but we've both traveled the past couple weeks and haven't connected. I can't wait to see if he's gonna do this often in our routine, if I should bring it up without scaring him off from it. He's a geeky kinda guy and a hot fuck, and although he's said once he "sometimes likes getting into kinky things a little" when he was trying breath control while fucking me I never thought he'd do this. But I liked the whole stealth thing! Another dimension of being used as just a dick-receptacle.

158 loads up my ass between 8/7/15 and 11/2/15. I'm new to being a cumdump and I can't fucking believe I didn't start years ago. Some nights I have guys meeting in my driveway as one cums and the other goes. My hole is so fucking full of cum most nights and 3 or 4 guys text me every night to see how full I am before heading over. I don't have to tell most guys on this site, but damn, there is absolutely nothing like serving my ass up to a random man, any man, and having him just unzip, pump and go. Or, having him call me every filthy name in the book as he makes me describe who popped a load in before him. I'm in a college town and get the hottest fucking dudes who swarm around my house as the bars close.

This was a few years ago to PNP. Meet the guy I was to party with on line. Get to his house told I never slammed before so he got everything ready and found my vein quickly and was off coughing and flying.I never asked his name. I started of sucking him and watching porn a few hours go buy after getting fucked and sucking he called his guy to bring more stuff. His guy arrives they set up three more points one for each of us this was around 12am they helped me and did them self's . The next 7 hour were a blast. Cock kept going from my ass to my mouth we even did some chem piss play in my ass. I don't know how many times both men breed my ass. I left sore and with a big smile and dripping cum from my ass

Who is he and where can I see more of him?

Love how all your stories involve bf's. Cuckold here and esp love it when one is wanting poz cum and the other is hesitant

October results were much better than September which makes me and my hole happy! This the second full year I have been keeping track. What I find interesting is that now that it pisses me off when I don't get enough loads like I think I should. Based on these numbers I am going to hit my anal load goal and probably be close to my oral. I don't take as many oral loads but I suck dick a lot and take the jizz in my ass! October results: +Anal Loads Taken = 28 +Oral Loads Taken = 3 +Total Loads = 31 For 2015: +Anal Loads Taken = 269 +Oral Loads Taken = 37 +Total Loads = 306

So much potential. Off to a great start man. Looking forward to many hot chapters.

Friday night, went to the local bathhouse (Flex Atlanta) and bred 4 guys. Took 6 loads orally. Saturday night, same place, had a black guy (10 inches) make me his bitch. He bred me twice... No lube, just spit and cum. He dumped 2 loads in me back-to-back. Took 4 loads orally. Sunday night, Flex again, took 1 load, and 3 loads orally (slow night there, bad weather in the area.) Came home, got a load from one of my housemates. Was on BBRT, found a cute cub 4 miles down the road from me, and he wanted to bred my creamy ass. So, he did. My ass is leaking right now as I type this. Very fullfilling weekend...

One of the best stories....

I love having my prostate worked, it drives me wild! Sadly I don't seem to get enough alone time to use my Aneros myself very often, but when I do it's incredible. It makes my whole body quiver and spasm, I moan a lot, my dick leaks precum without me even touching it...

Omg I need a buddy like that

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

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 try to keep loads in me and absorb it if i can. I sometimes use a butt plug to keep loads in me especially if I've been fucked by lots of guys at a sex club or at a bareback party. I have to admit though, that i love the feel of a guys cum running out of my hole and dripping off my balls when he is fucking me too.

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.

2. Jeff I waited for the very last drop of my cum to drip out of my dick before I pulled out. I needed Tim to get every precious drop of my spooge and with it, as much of my virus as he could. I had been waiting for the chance to fuck Tim for far too long and I didn't want this opportunity to go to waste. It had only been a few months ago that I had found out he barebacked. That he had done it once was all I needed to know: it wasn't a matter of if he would take my poz cock, it was just a careful negotiation of when he would. And now, only six months later, I had just unloaded deep into his unprotected guts. "Thank you," Tim grunted, as my cockhead slipped out of his hole with a barely audible pop. It was slick and shiny. Tim had gotten a dildo Diablo right before I fucked him; the frozen sperm had melted and coated his guts and then my shaft. From the gyrations of his ass and his moans, it was also clear that the tina had also taken effect. Most ceremonies began with the sacrifice getting the dildo Diablo or the Devil's Cock; a frozen rod of semen collected the men of our congregation. Of course, we made it even better by sprinkling it with a generous amount of crystal methamphetamine. By the time it melted, the sacrifice would be so hungry and needy he would rarely worry about the long-term consequences of his action. This ceremony was no different. It had been easy to tell when the crystal had hit Tim. It had been in the middle of me fucking him, and the high had continued to build for him. Now, he was completely tweaked out and definitely ready for the rest of the solstice celebration. The hot poz men, dirty satanic talk, and unprotected bareback sex would be just what he needed. "My turn," a man said. I turned. Standing next to me was one of my brothers in the Dark Lord. With the black leather mask and the flickering candles, it was hard to tell who it was. But names did not matter. We were all just foot soldiers in the army of the Dark Lord, doing his vital work. I stepped aside, giving the next man access to Tim's raw hole. The stranger quickly lined up his cock, and then sunk it into the sacrifice. Tim grunted in response, a deep masculine sound of pleasure. He looked up, but before he had a chance to turn his head, I stepped in front of him and guided his head down to my cock. "Lick it clean for me," I said. He opened his mouth, and let me push the head of my cock into his warm mouth. "All the way," I said. Telling him to take it all the way was redundant. Tim was still strapped down to the fuck bench, so it was impossible for him to move. But he sucked on my shaft so hard that I was nearly dragged forward. I took a slight step towards him. He had no choice but to swallow me balls-deep, which he did. "Yeah," I moaned, as his warm mouth enveloped my shaft and his tongue lapped up all the juices that had accumulated. "Taste all those loads. All of them infected." "Mmmmmph," Tim said, his mouth full of my cock, and his ass now full of the stranger. Neither of us were using a condom, and both of us were infected by HIV. If Tim was thinking about that, he made no sign of it, arching his back to meet the other guy's shaft, and massaging my dickhead with his throat. Finally, my dick was clean, and my cock was starting to grow soft, exhausted from the first orgasm but not quite ready for the second one yet. "Please?" he said as I pulled my shaft out of his mouth. "Don't worry," I said. "You're going to get plenty more before the night is done." "Good," he said. "How are you feeling?" I asked. The executioner had retreated to his throne, and out of the corner of my eyes, I could see one of the altar boys going down on him. The executioner didn't like us getting too familiar with the victim, but he knew I had recruited Tim. I knelt down so that my face level was with his. Up close, I could see just how tweaked he was. "I don't know. Wonderful. Amazing. But also, I dunno," he said, tailing off. His eyes closed and a look of utter bliss was on his face. His back arched, all the better to accept the stranger's raw cock. He had never even seen this man, and yet, he was letting him fuck him. It was his long-repressed, perverted desires being unleashed by the crystal. "What?" I asked. Seeing him so utterly defenseless against his needs was getting me hard again. He didn't care who was fucking him. No, it was more that he couldn't care who was fucking him. All that was important was that he was getting fucked. "I'm scared. This isn't like me." "But do you want it to be like you?" "Yeah," he said. He opened his eyes again. They were unfocused and distant. He had entered his own world, and given himself over to pleasure. He had given himself to the Dark Lord. "I want to be free. To enjoy everything." "Good. You are giving yourself over to pleasure." "To pleasure," he repeated, dreamily. He closed his eyes again and arched his back. The man behind him obliged, and pounded his ass a bit harder. "It's just, this isn't, this isn't me." He suddenly focused and realized where he was. He pulled off the stranger's cock, but found himself held in place by the thick leather straps. "Relax," I said. I ran my hand over his face, feeling the stubble on his cheek, and my touch had an immediate response. His body slouched and relaxed, but he still allowed the stranger to continue fucking him. "We dosed you with a drug. It's going to be ok. It's going to help you do this." "A drug?" he asked. A smile emerged, as the idea of getting drugged up finally hit him. "Fucking hot," he said. Tim, or rather, the sacrifice, was a lot kinkier than I had thought. This was suddenly starting to get very interesting for me, and my cock was getting hard again. "You," Micah said. Tonight, playing the role of the executioner, Micah had final say on everything. I hoped he had not noticed how hard my cock had gotten. I wanted to get back inside of Tim so badly, and I didn't want Micah interfering, even if it was for the sake of the ceremony. "Is something wrong with the sacrifice?" he asked, loudly. "No, Sir," I said, turning my head to face the executioner. "He is a bit afraid, but nothing he can't handle." "The sacrifice should be afraid. Our Dark Lord takes pleasure from many things and fear is just one of them." I watched Tim's eyes widen; it was hard to tell if it was from fear of the illness or anticipation of the pleasures. "But then, above all, Lucifer is about pleasure." He turned to look directly at Tim, his eyes nearly hidden by the black leather hood he was wearing. "The Dark Lord has so many pleasures. What is your pleasure, sacrifice?" "Cum," Tim said, hardly missing a beat. It was an interesting choice: not cock, the object, or fucking, the action, but cum, the result. "Poz cum." And didn't even pause before getting to the ultimate point: the virus that all of us would share with Tim tonight. "He chooses well," Micah said. He stood up, his massive cock hanging stiffly in front of him. "Congregant, will you satisfy the sacrifice's needs? Make him die so much faster? And, altar boy," he continued, turning to a young man hidden in the crowd. "You may take care of my son's needs." A young man darted out and knelt down in front of me. He carried a silver tray, upon which lay a glass pipe and a torch. Micah was an evil bastard. He knew that the higher all of his flock got, the more loads they would pump into Tim. I looked over Tim's body and into the face of the anonymous man fucking him. He was only the second one. It would be an endless night for Tim. There was a long line of men who would fill Tim up with load after load of infected jizz. "Give the sacrifice a hit as well, my son," Micah said. I nodded in agreement. Micah's tone of voice reminded me of when he had participated in my pozzing. He had been younger, but then, we all had been younger. I don't remember which one of the many men who fucked me Micah was. There were so many, and like Tim, I had been drugged as well. There had been another executioner that night. He was no longer with us. Of course, many of the men from my ceremony were no longer with us. So many had been cut low by the Dark Lord's demon virus and were now celebrating the solstice in his chamber of pleasures. I picked up the glass pipe from the tray and then the torch. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but prior experience suggested that the pipe was loaded with crystal, and it would take a moment or two for it to melt and smoke. I held the torch under the bowl as the light illuminated a small part of the pentagram. Tim looked around, but it was impossible to read his expression. With each thrust from the stranger, his face relaxed, revealing the bliss that he felt. "This is going to be good," I said, as I put the glass cock to my lips and inhaled deeply. As expected, the pipe was loaded and the drugs were pure and strong. I inhaled deeply, feeling the spirit of the Dark Lord fill my lungs and begin to suffuse through my body. I did not partake of the Dark Lord's drugs as often as some did, and it would require only a few hits for me to be under his spell. "Very good," I said, exhaling a small, yet thick cloud. "What?" Tim asked, his eyes glazed over in pleasure from the on-going fuck. "Just enjoy it," I said. I exhaled my hit. My head was momentarily enveloped in the white cloud, but it soon dissipated. As my vision returned, I first saw Tim staring at me, mesmerized by what had just happened. I turned my head to Micah. He was still sitting in the executioner's chair, but he nodded at me and pushed the altar boy off his erection. Micah stood up. The altar boy shuffled backwards as quickly as he could to avoid toppling over backwards. "Let us all partake in the Dark Lord's addictions," he announced. There was a sudden flurry of activity in the crowd of men, as the altar boys rushed to supply all of the men with the glass pipes and torches. Micah's boy got up quickly, and quickly returned with the necessary goods. The silver platter matched the chrome bars on the boy's chastity cage. It was good that the altar boys dosed up before the ceremony began; with all of the horny men, their cocks would be soon straining against the restraints. It was one of the few times that crystal dick was an advantage. Micah took the pipe and torch, and began his hit. I turned back to Tim, and began another hit for myself. This one was quicker; the pipe was still warm and it was easier to get a lungful of the potent drug. This time, when I exhaled, I blew it out right into Tim's face. He tried to inhale some of it, but it was too weak for him to get any effect. "Patience, sacrifice," I said. "You'll get a hit soon enough." Around me, the men were all hitting their pipes and shotgunning it to each other. As they did so, I could feel the dark sexual energy rise and saw the room grow cloudy from the large hits they were all doing. "It's going to be a good night," I said to Tim, exhaling my own hit right in his face. "You want some?" I asked. He nodded. "Please," he murmured. His body was still being pummeled by the anonymous man fucking him, and his breaths were all too often interrupted by a gasp of pleasure as the man found a tender, sensitive spot. I looked over Tim's shoulder at the stranger fucking him. He was smiling, and gave me a thumbs up. "The man has a gift for you first," I said. "Please," Tim murmured again. The thrusts from the stranger grew even more strong and intense, as he neared orgasm. "I want it." Tim gasped. "Fuck yeah," the stranger grunted, slamming his cock into Tim and holding it there. "Fucking take my load." He moaned as his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. "Fucking take my toxic cum." Tim moaned in reply, his face blissed-out and joyous with the pleasure of taking another load. "That's load number two for you," I said. "But I know there are plenty more for you." "I hope so," Tim said. The unknown man's body jerked and spasmed a few more times as his balls squeezed out some more cum. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then pulled out. "Fuck," Tim said; I couldn't tell if it was from the stranger's quick movements or the sudden shock of no longer having a cock in his ass. If it was the latter, Tim did not have to wait long. Almost as soon as the stranger stepped away, another one took his place. Again, the dim light and a tight-fitting hood made it hard to recognize him. But once he moved, I recognized the tattoo on his chest, a pistol pointed at his heart. I knew him; we had played around. But as was the custom in our church, I would not acknowledge him as anything other than a brother in Lucifer during the Solstice execution. "Another one for you," I said. Pistol grabbed his stiff cock and aligned it with Tim's ass. "Please," Tim grunted. Pistol slid into him, not pausing for Tim to even get used to his thick shaft. Tim looked at me, and then his eyes darted to the glass pipe I was holding. "Please?" he asked again. The crystal was hitting him hard, and he was turning into a needy bottom. I lit the torch and held it under the bowl. He was going to get even more tweaked out and his needs would only grow. "Of course," I said. "It's your last meal, as it were. You can have anything you want." A bit of smoke was starting to curl out of the bowl of the pipe. I stuck the pipe into Tim's mouth. "Inhale, sacrifice. Slowly and deeply." Watching Tim hit the pipe, I wondered if he had ever smoked tina before. He worked the pipe like an expert, draining the bowl and letting it refill. His lung capacity was impressive; each time I thought he had hit his limit, he just paused and then continued. Finally he nodded, and I pulled the pipe out. It was still hot and smoking, so I did a quick hit myself. Not until I exhaled did he dare exhale his hit. Once more, we were engulfed in the thick cloud, momentarily lost in Lucifer's mysterious kingdom. But the clouds drifted to the ground, and we were back in the physical world. Pistol was now pounding Tim's ass hard, the sweat glistening on his chest. It would not be long before his pistol went off, shooting its deadly bullets into Tim's body. "Another one," I said. Pistol slowed down his attack on Tim's ass as I put the pipe back in the sacrifice's mouth. Even if Tim wanted to protest, he was far too tweaked to string the necessary words together. But, it was clear from his face he was now in the Dark Lord's playground and he never wanted to leave. I held the torch under the bowl. It quickly started to crackle. "Do it," I said. Tim inhaled. I waited for him, until he could no longer inhale any longer, and then took the pipe away from him. I looked up at the executioner. Micah slowly nodded his head back and forth. I was disappointed; I wanted another hit from the pipe. I wanted to be closer to Lucifer and his world of pleasure. But, as the sacrifice's attendant, I had other duties tonight. At midnight, I would be released and able to join in the pleasures. No longer needing to be concerned about the glass pipe, Pistol picked up the pace again. His hips hit the sacrifice's ass, as his cock forced its way into Tim's body. "Oh fuck," he grunted, and his rhythm sped up further. "Oh fuck," he grunted again, and slammed his cock into Tim. This time, he held his cock in place and grunted one more time. This was the sound of an animal, deep, visceral, and almost scary. It was the sound of a man reaching orgasm and filling another man with his sperm. "Please," Tim whispered, only audible to the two of us. Pistol pulled out, then shoved it back in as his hard cock shot spurted more cum into Tim's tender hole. "Another bullet in our sacrifice," Micah said. The executioner had returned to the throne and the altar boy was once more between his legs. "And there are so many more to come." Pistol grunted a few more times, then pulled his cock out of Tim. Tim's face screwed up in a combination of agony and despair. He clearly wanted to be fucked more and to feel more men cum in him, but was also aware of how sore his ass already was, even as the ceremony was just starting. But he didn't have long to wonder. From the crowd, another man stepped forward to take his place between Tim's legs. I recognized Nash immediately. His skin was ebony black and almost absorbed what little light was falling on him. His black skin reminded me of the Dark Lord's own complexion; perhaps more so than any other member of the congregation, he was Lucifer's perfect ambassador to the earthly plane. He was tall and muscular, with a long, thick cock. There was some resistance when he first asked to join our congregation, but his generous endowment and relentless approach to fucking more than overcame any protests. As he stepped up to Tim, I could see his fat shaft sticking out straight. It was big enough that even fully erect, it still hung down slightly. As Nash lined up his dick with Tim's hole, he licked his lips, anticipating the warm wetness that would soon surround his manhood. Nash reached down and pulled Tim's ass cheeks apart just to make room for his thickness. Tim reacted to the touch with a moan of pleasure. I wondered if Tim would have reacted the same way if he had seen just how big Nash's cock was. The first time Nash had fucked me, I was amazed there was enough space in my guts for him to enter, and Tim was a bit smaller than I was. It was a good thing that Tim was still restrained. It would make the inevitable assault more surprising, but not being able to see Nash's endowment would reduce Tim's anxiety. But, after all of the crystal Tim had done, it wasn't clear if Tim was capable of being scared of anything. "Another one for you," I said. Nash's cockhead was pressed up against Tim's hole. Although Tim had opened up a lot from the three of us who had already fucked him, it would still be a tight fit for Nash. "Please," Tim grunted. "More." I didn't know if Nash heard Tim. Around me, men were sucking down on the glass pipe. I could see the torches flicker on and off as the men did their hits. As the crystal hit them, they started to suck on each other's cocks; in addition to the sounds of the glass pipes, I heard the soft moans and gentle licking of the men pleasuring each other. Nash had been doing the same, hitting the pipe, and getting his cock nursed to hardness. Now, he was ready to fuck. Tim's request was unimportant to Nash. He just pushed his thick head against Tim's hole, and forced his way into the man. "Oh fuck," Tim said, as he realized just how thick Nash was. I smiled. This was what Tim had signed up for: getting fucked by some of the biggest cocks and the meanest men. Pistol didn't stop, Nash would not stop, nor would any of the other men stop. Tim whimpered a bit and his body tensed up as Nash pushed further into his hole. But Nash didn't stop. He was slowly thrusting in and out, each stroke pushing him deeper into Tim. "Dear God," Tim said. "God abandoned you the moment you climbed on to the altar," I said. "Or maybe you abandoned him. The Dark Lord is your salvation now." "It's so fucking big," he said. I guessed that Nash had barely gotten half into Tim. "So fucking big." I grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under his nose. He inhaled deeply, like it was the only thing that could save him. I let take as much as he needed, holding the bottle under his nose even after he nodded that he was good. Nash had only begun the process of fucking. "Can I..." Tim started, and then trailed off. He closed his eyes and concentrated. "Of course," I said. Nash was exploring new territory in Tim's guts and the only lube was what little pre-cum Nash was dripping into the man. Tim didn't need any more crystal; most of what he was feeling was from the booty bump and the last few hits had barely taken full effect. But, the rite of sucking on the glass cock would calm and center him and help him accept Nash's long shaft. I, on the other hand, had only just begun. "Let me get it started for you," I said. I stuck the pipe in my mouth and lit the torch. The pale blue flame barely added any light to the room, but it was just enough to see Tim's suffering in perfect detail. Nash was almost all the way in him, and was starting to seriously fuck the man. The fat black cockhead was rubbing all of the accumulated cum into Tim's body. My cum. Pistol's cum. The Dark Lord's virus was in Tim's blood now, and it would soon take root and grow in him. The fuck flu would be an unpleasant time for Tim, but we would be there for him, holding him closely and reminding him that his ordeal was only temporary before he was released into the pleasure of the Dark Lord. Thinking about Tim getting infected and getting sick made my cock stir again. I wanted to get back inside of the sacrifice and give him more of my deadly seed. I wanted him to feel the death that surged through my veins and was eating up my body. I took a long hit from the pipe and let the drugs fill my lungs. I could feel the presence of the Dark Lord in me, releasing me from the proprieties of the culture I grew up and into black and evil society of pleasure. I was Lucifer's foot soldier, and tonight, it was my job to bring him another offering. "Here," I said, taking the pipe from my mouth and sticking it into Tim's. Nash slammed his cock into the sacrifice's body hard enough to move the altar to sex a bit. "You're going to need this tonight."

12:40 I stood up with shaky legs, unsure if anything was coming next. It was just me and Kent left in Dan's house. And the residuals of the men there all night running down my legs. Dan broke the silence. Dan: "Can I ask you one more question for the video?" He smirked at me and I amused him. Andy: "Sure what is it?" Dan: "How do you feel now compared to the beginning of the night." Andy: "I feel fucking dirty man, now give me my fucking phone. There's no one else here now, you wanna try it with me alone?" He just handed over the phone fast. Andy: "That's what I fucking though. No way you're sending this to anyone." Kent stifled a laugh. I looked his way and we locked eyes. I just laughed because we were both just standing there naked and having no idea what comes next. Clark was the one who was making everything happen and he just up and left when he was done with me. Kent: "I guess it's time to go..?" Andy -small laugh-: "You fucking think?" I could only move so fast, but I did stumble myself throughout the living room to find my clothes. I put on my pants and my jacket and carried the rest out. I told Dan to fuck off and Kent escorted me outside. We walked to the drive way with an awkward silence, which he broke first. Kent -awkward laugh-: "I sure enjoyed myself." I just glared at him. Kent: "Sorry man, I thought you were good with all of that." Andy: "You think I'm fucking good with what happened in there?" Kent: "What? Didn't you want it?" Andy: "No! I just got the wrong address and walked in there tonight. They started all that shit!" Kent: "Oh fuck! Clark said you wanted to role play with us." Andy: "Fuckhead. That wasn't the case. Kent: "Shit, I'm real sorry." Andy: "Yeah well you did it too." Kent: "I'm real sorry." Andy: "Well, too late now. It's done." I felt cum dripping all down my leg. Andy: "Fuck. Can I clean up at your place? Is it far? I can't go home like this." Kent: "Yeah of course. It's not so far, just follow me." We drove a little while, and he was right, it wasn't far at all. I pulled up behind him. We walked up to his porch together without saying much, and then we got into the house, where he showed me where the bathroom was. I showered and cleaned myself up for what felt like an hour. I was so shaken and felt so dirty I just stood there for a little bit. I got out feeling a little refreshed but also a lotta sore. I walked through the house with just the towel around my waist since I didn't have any clean clothes. I found Kent in his pajamas, he looked freshly showered too. He had on some long pants and no shirt. He looked warm and comfortable, a little concerned. Kent: "You alright?" Andy: "Yeah, just. Can I wash my clothes?" Kent: "Yeah of course." Andy: "Thanks." We put them in the washer. I looked towards him. Andy -laughing-: "So can I stay the night?" Kent: "Yeah definitely, there's three spare bedrooms you can choose from." I hesitantly replied. Andy: "Can I-uh, can I sleep with you? I just feel really weird right now." Kent -smiling-: "Yeah definitely." We got into bed. At first we slept on different ends. I was still up a bit later when he rolled over and wrapped his strong arm around me, he was sleeping. I felt his breathing on my neck and the warmth of his chest on my bare back. I felt safe, and I fell asleep. 2:01 _________________________________________________________________________ Note from Mister23: I changed the format because I like this one more; it's neater and easier to keep track of things. Also, this is just like a middle part to the next part. This one kinda bored me, but it was necessary for the next one.

CHPT 10: The Road Trip Part 2: It was dark now, the night was humid, the bugs attacked the parking lot lights like a Mongol army, but with far less success. Pa was still at the back of the RV fucking around with the motor and as his efforts proved futile, his swearing got louder and louder. The pay phone by the bathrooms was not working and the couple of folks he had approached for help were useless, yet he kept trying. I was bored, horny, high, and even though Brett had tried to fuck me, I didn’t want him. I didn’t know what I wanted right then, but it wasn’t him. My headache was back with a vengeance so I did some more crystal and was sitting on the curb by the front of the RV using a scrap of metal I had found to scratch in the dirt like a kid does, big letters – M – I – K – my headache got so bad I grabbed my head and dropped the metal scrap just as Pa kicked my leg and started screaming at me, “WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING!!?” Why was he mad? He was practically frothing at the mouth as I looked at him all confused and in the midst of his rant this work truck pulled right up beside us, its headlights blinding me. Pa stopped, turned, and stepped back and once the truck lights turned off, a guy in overalls got out with a white patch on his right chest that said, “J.D.” and one on his left that said, “KINCAID PLUMBING.” He was about Pa’s age, maybe a bit older, taller, real big scruffy beard that seemed to cover most of his face and a wild head of hair that made him look like a grizzly bear who had stuck his finger in a light socket. JD looked at me, Pa, the RV, and asked in a deep, fierce voice, “Everything OK here?” Pa was all charm as he reached out to shake the man’s hand, “Oh yeah, yeah, just, well, my RV here has gone and cross fucked me. Can’t figure out what’s wrong it. We’ve been on the road and it’s just been a really long day and we’re supposed to be over at the State Fair for work, and well…”. JD eyed me again, then said, “Well let me see if I can help, but first I need to drain the lizard. One too many god damn Big Gulps.” Pa just looked at me, nodded towards the camper, so I got up, went in, and sat with Brett at the table. A few minutes later we could hear Pa and JD at the back of the RV looking at the engine, a little banging, then Pa came in, closed the door, leaned down into my face and said, “This nice man thinks he has some parts back at his farm that can help us. I told him I ain’t got much in way of cash, but I do have some weed, so he agreed to take that – and said he did not mind if you rode along. There is no ‘deal’ you understand, but I want you to do WHATEVER you got to do to get us what we need - UNDERSTAND?” I nodded, stood up, took the baggie of weed Pa gave me and another with some crystal and a straw, and went outside where JD was leaning casually against his work truck. I walked around to the passenger side, hopped in, JD got in, his weight shifting the seat a bit as he did, he started his truck, backed up, and waved to Pa as we pulled away. JD drove just down the road a little before he pulled over to the side and asked, “Mind if I toke up as I drive? It’s been a long fucking day, had my first clogged toilet call at 2:30 this morning.” I fished the baggie out of my pants pocket, handed it to him, and as he rolled a joint I pulled out the crushed crystal and did a couple of big snorts for myself. JD looked at me as I did, but did not say anything, he then rolled up the windows and a few puffs later the truck cab had a nice light haze. “What’s your name?” JD asked as we pulled backed onto the rode. “My name’s Siss… um…Sam,” I replied. “Sam? Really? It didn’t sound like Sam. Want to try again?” he said giving me a stern look before turning his eyes back on the road. I hung my head, “Sissy. They call me Sissy. I guess that’s my name.” He mulled that a bit, “Well Sissy, good to meet you. So why do they call you Sissy?” No one had ever asked me that, and being high I just blurted out, “I guess because I like being fucked, and they like fucking me, and I’m a sissy cunt – well that’s what they say – so do you want to fuck me?” His silence dragged on as he hit the joint a few times and I realized I had not learned how to be subtle. “You know that’s rude and not everyone gets down like that. You could get yourself beat up or worse saying that shit to the wrong man,” JD said with firmness and correction. I clearly had not learned the lesson as I immediately asked, “So are you the wrong man?” I couldn’t help it as my ass was pulsing and I was horny. JD was quiet again as we drove and did not reply to my question, but did start asking me questions about Pa, where we were headed and stuff. I really didn’t have much to say since I could not remember anything before ROXIEs and even that was really fuzzy in some ways and the more questions he asked and the fewer answers I had, the more his face looked concerned. Then he asked, “Did they kidnap you or something kid? If so, tell me. We can take you to the sheriff right now.” I shook my head, looked down at my bare feet. “No. It’s not like that. I just don’t remember things. I have bad spells and have to get shots. That’s all. Really.” We finally turned down a long dirt rode, drove by a big old farmhouse that was all dark, and JD noted with sadness his wife had moved out a while back and taken their kids to her mom’s. JD pulled up in front of an old barn/workshop and the truck was immediately surrounded by a pack of yapping dogs, but all it took was one sharp command from JD and the pack quieted down and faded back into the night. We got out of the truck and went into the barn, which smelled of animals, dirt, and more. Dust hung in the air as JD turned on the lights, walked over to a workbench, rolled another joint took a few long drags, pulled his hair back into a wild pony tail using a rubber band off the bench, unzipped his overalls a bit, then plopped down on a stool. I watched with desire as JD grabbed a dirty rag off the bench, wiped the sweat off his brow, upper chest, and neck, exposing a 999 tattoo. I sat on a box in front of him, snorted some more crystal, and stared at his tattoo, noticing others peaking out through the hairs on his chest. JD hit his blunt again, stood up, unzipped his overalls, worked his arms loose and pushed his overalls down to his waist, sat back down, and stretched and flexed his chest. “Do you know what the Aryan Brotherhood is?” he asked. I shook my head no. He went on to tell me how when he was younger he did some fucked up shit, got some time in jail, and hooked up with them. All the tatts I saw were given to him by them to mark him as one of their brothers – a Bruder. “You can touch them if you want,” he instructed as he put the blunt between his teeth and hummed lightly as I ran my finger tips over his tatts on his neck, his chest, then ran my hand around his nipples which jumped and stiffened like nails. JD moaned, shifted, and his left hand went down into his overalls and shifted his dick as he asked, “Ever been prison fucked? You’d be popular that’s for sure. During my stint I did enjoy holding down little boys like you. I’m not gay or shit mind you, but in the joint, well you do what you got to do to make life easier, but since I’ve been out and with the wife and all never had the need or urge – until now.” The sadness in his voice tore at my heart and I leaned my body in and gave JD a big a hug. He just sat there at first, then his body shook a little, his big arms wrapped around my body squeezing me super close. JD let go, took his big hands and gently lifted my t-shirt up over my head. I shook in anticipation as he then unbuttoned my shorts, helped me step out of them, then he dug in my pocket and pulled out the baggie and let me do another few snorts. JD caressed my body, running his hands up and down my sides, gently nibbling at my stomach, my chest, then turned me around and I instinctively bent forward so he could explore my hole with his tongue. His thick beard scratched and tingled but his tongue found its mark and as the spit flowed JD moaned in enjoyment. After several minutes of JD licking my ass and me pushing back, he stood up, raised his arms up behind his head so that his overalls were just hanging up by his hips and the tension on the zipper, and said, “Tell me, tell me about the last time you got that sweet little hole fucked. It taste’s just precious. So tell me sissy, when did you last have a big dick up in your cunt?” I reached out and slowly began to slide the zipper on his overalls further down as I told JD about the delivery guy who fucked me in the restroom. He encouraged me to continue, “Oh yeah? Tell me more.” With every few words of my story his dick responded. I had to shift his meat to the side to ease his overalls down any further as his dick was hard and holding them up. Once JD’s overalls were wrapped around his feet, I continued to tell him how the guy called me a fucking faggot and fucked me hard and rough and drips of precum leapt off his dick as it twitched while I worked to unlace his boots. JD stepped out of his boots, slid his overalls all the way off, stepped back in his boots and told me to lace them back up. As I did, I told him how the delivery guy spit fucked me, covered my mouth, shot his load in me and then made me drink his piss. JD’s dick was now pulsing and streaming precum as he said, “Tell me more.” But, that was the end of that story so I just opened my mouth and enveloped his monster dick, making JD grab my head and shiver. “Oh sissy,” JD cooed, “Sounds like you have been prison fucked for sure, but I love that hot little body of yours, and that sweet cunt that’s just dripping to take my cum, I just want to make love to it.” I pulled back off JD’s dick, stood up, tilted my head and asked, “Why can’t you do both?” JD howled making his pack of dogs outside whine and start scratching at the door as he pushed me against his work bench and pressed my body tight as he forced his tongue in my mouth, kissing me hard, swapping spit, biting at my lip, and his beard scratching my face. Breathlessly he pulled away, his eyes ablaze now as he reached out and lifted me up off the ground and plopped me onto the bench and lifted my legs back. Tools, splinters, and other shit were marking my cheeks and back as my head hit the wall, but JD didn’t care as he angled my body so he could spit at my hole again. I reached down between my legs and pushed his face into my ass as hard as I could, making JD groan with pleasure as his tongue darted in and out furiously. Minutes later, his jaws aching, JD pulled his mouth away from my slick hole and leered at me over my hard dick, spit and ass juice plastering his mustache and beard to his face. He reached back with one hand and pulled out the rubber band holding his hair back and shook his head like a lion in the wild feasting on a fresh kill before pouncing back into my hole. This time I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and writhed and squirmed trying to get his tongue deeper. JD finished priming my hole, lifted me back onto the floor, turned me around and pushed my chest against the bench, grabbed my hips and in one violent thrust, punched his dick into ass. Being married – or least having been married – I figured he would want to wear a condom, but his lust took over and I didn’t mind in the least. I arched my body and cried out in pain while I reached back to grab his wrists with my hands begging him not to stop as he ripped my ass open inch after inch with his dick. I whimpered, cried, moaned and shook with internal orgasms as JD invaded me, no longer even able to hear the sounds of the pack outside as our fucking took over all of my senses. JD howled again as his raw dick spat its juice into my ass. I moved my hips back, grinding him as deep as I could, making sure to milk every drop. With his body now draped over my back, fighting to catch his breath, JD asked, “Did you like that prison fuck? Did I hurt you? Was that better than the other guy?” I sighed, closed my eyes while enjoying his warmth in me and replied, “Yes, no, YES!” I knew for sure now that being angry earlier wasn’t about the guy fucking me rough, but about feeling like he did not really want me. There was no denying JD wanted me – and I him. I yelped in surprise as JD spun me around, lifted me up, and casually plopped me over his right shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes. With his right hand firmly on my ass holding me in place, he turned the light out with his left, kicked the door to his shop open, and casually walked outside buck naked, with me still draped over his shoulder. I had a great view of his ass, the ground beneath me, and his pack of dogs who were now gathered around, tilting their heads back and forth trying to figure out what their master was up to. JD headed towards his house, then stopped, turned a moment, and said, “Storm’s coming.” In answer, the heavens roared with thunder in the distance as JD climbed the wooden steps, the screen door banged open and shut behind us, then my feet were planted on the linoleum floor of JD’s kitchen. JD walked around, flipping lights on, went to the fridge, grabbed a beer, tossed one to me, went and sat at the table, drank about half the beer in one long gulp, then rolled another joint before smiling at me with evil intent. “Well, I don’t plan to head back out tonight with the storm coming and all. Think your folks will mind if you don’t make it back til morning?” JD asked. I laughed, opened my beer, sat down in a chair, the vinyl sticking to my ass and said, “I frankly don’t give a fuck.” JD laughed, and while hitting his joint stood up so that is now hardening dick was in front of my face. I took a big mouth full of beer and careful not to spill any, quickly covered his dick with my mouth, the cold of the beer making JD jump a little. Minutes later we were upstairs, JD’s old bed creaking and squeaking under our weight as he fucked me on my stomach, kissing my neck while his monster dick took its time exploring my hole, forcing his earlier load deeper and deeper. I could feel JD’s balls pulling up high and tight against my ass and knew he was getting close from how his moans, so I started to fight back a little and tried to wiggle free. JD paused, “What are you doing?” I turned my head to the side, “I wanted to ride it for you,” I said as JD grunted in agreement. I scooted down to the end of the bed and he resituated himself onto his back, his dick slick and twitching waiting to get back inside of me. I laughed as I noticed he still had his boots on, then I straddled JD’s body, leaned forward, and while rubbing my ass against his dick head kissed his chest, his torso, and caressed his body with my tongue. While I knew JD could have knocked me away in an instant, he was nice enough to pretend I was in charge, and let me explore his body with mine. When I could not take it anymore, I sat back, raised up a little, wrapped my right hand around his baseball bat shaft, and threw me head back in utter ecstasy as JD’s dick slid deeper and deeper inside me. Once my ass was flush against his hips, I started rocking side to side, up and down, and then bouncing on it harder and harder until the head of his dick came right to the edge of my hole – then I would drop down back on it. JD was loving it as he moaned, groaned, his mouth twitched, his face contorted, and just as the burning in my thighs hit their max, JD’s whole body shuddered in a fit as his dick exploded inside me once more. I wanted it all and bounced harder, making JD squirm trying to push me off but he was deep. The ceiling fan did little to cool us off as our sweaty bodies radiated the heat of our sex. The windows and walls of the house began to rattle and shake a bit as the storm rolled in, and I relished the smell of the man who had bred me. My eyes were closed as JD gently ran his fingers over my face, down my sides, and then reaching around my ass he fingered my hole while pressing me closer to him. We laid like that for a while, until the rain began to beat like a thousand drums and the lightning lit up the room. “What do want?” JD asked in almost a whisper. The lightning flash let me see the look on his face and I suspected he was thinking about more than me asking for a glass of water. “Anything you want,” I said, while reaching out to stroke his sticky dick, “As long as it means I can get more dick, but… what about….” JD smiled, rolled over and off the bed, his booted feat echoing on the stairs as he started down and he yelled loud enough so his voice carried over the storm, “WELL I HOPE YOU ATE YOUR WHEATIES THIS MORNING BECAUSE I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU GET PRISON FUCKED ALL NIGHT! AND DON’T YOU WORRY NONE ABOUT THOSE FOLKS YOU WERE WITH. IF THEY HAPPEN TO CALL THE BUSINESS LINE THEY WILL GET THE ANSWERING SERVICE WHO WILL THEM I’M UNAVAILABLE.” JD came back to the bedroom several minutes later carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels, two glasses, poured us each a shot, while spilling some on the bedside table. After emptying our glasses he sat on the edge of the bed, lit a fresh joint, handed me my baggy of crystal, and then he said, “I called up my guys – Boogie and Tripp. Ever taken on three fuckers before? MMMhhhhMMM, damn can’t wait to watch you get ridden! Anyways, you frankly don’t have a choice, but my guys are cool, we served time together, they work for me now taking care of the ranch and other business.” I stood up in front of JD, his legs spread wide, and I rubbed his thighs while he hit his joint, enjoying my touch. He set his smoke down in the ashtray then grabbed me rough, pulling me close, and began to chew on my nipples, grinding one then the other between his teeth like a millstone. I was squirming in pain and pleasure and just wanted him to fuck me while he did that and begged for his dick as I grabbed his head and encouraged him to bite me harder. JD stopped and pushed me away as the sound of a truck’s horn pierced our stormy desires and announced our company had arrived. JD slapped my ass hard, grabbed his joint and said, “Come on, time to have some fucking fun”. He tossed me a robe, which from the floral print on it and smell, clearly was not his, which I wrapped around myself as JD slid on a pair of boxers over his boots and started down the stairs. I made a quick pit stop to piss then hustled down the stairs and nervously stood to the side, trying to keep my hard dick from poking through the robe’s slit. Boogie and Tripp walked in carrying a large styrofoam cooler between them with a metal tackle box balanced on top that they set on the floor in a rush as they shook the water off their bodies from the rain. Both men were wearing stained and faded jeans, cowboy boots, button up shirts with the sleeves torn off and frayed fabric at the shoulders, and cowboy hats that had seen better days, but to top off the look they both had on black ski masks! JD laughed, “What the fuck you think ya’ll doing? Robbing a Circle-K? Boogie, go get the rest of the shit and Tripp clear the table in back and set up the cards and supplies. Let’s get a game on and have a fucking good party!” The taller of the two, Boogie, nodded and said, “Yes Boss,” as he took his hat off, slipped the ski mask off his head, tossed it onto the counter, quickly ran his fingers through his hair, put his hat back on, looked at me with a sheepish grin, and hustled out into the rain. Like JD, Boogie had a number of tats on his arms and peeking out of his shirt, I guessed also marks of the Brotherhood. While JD opened the metal tackle box and started inspecting the various bags of drugs and pipes and other paraphernalia, Tripp said in what might have been meant to be a whisper but was loud enough for me to hear, “Boss, you sure about this? You said you needed us to help rape a sissy tonight, and…well thought maybe we was going to do a kidnap like we did down in…and maybe…” JD paused, “God damn Tripp, you’ve never been the brightest bulb in the fucking box, but really?” Then JD turned to me and said, “Spread those cheeks, show him that sissy cunt.” I turned, bent forward and hiked the robe up over my ass and squealed a bit as JD rammed two thick, long fingers into my cummy hole, pulled them out, and showed my honey to Tripp. “See? Freshly primed and lubed. Now get your face down there and taste that cunt.” Tripp hesitated, but did as he was ordered and after the first lick at my hole he moaned and pulled me back to meet his tongue. That’s how Boogie found him when he came back in with the rest of the night’s supplies, with JD standing to the side, smiling to beat hell. “OK Tripp, come on now. There’s plenty of time for that and more.” We all followed JD into the dining room, which was surprisingly clean for a bachelor, or maybe he just never at in there. He set the metal box on the grand oak table and pulled out the drugs and other supplies, some pill bottles, and shit I had no idea what the stuff was. JD held his arms out in a grand sweeping motion, “Anything you could want or need, I got right here and there’s plenty more. So what can I do you for? Some Oxy? Adderall? I think you need to try snorting those. But also got coke, crystal, and G, and even a few tar balls.” Tripp arranged three chairs at the end of the table, pulled out poker chips, cards, JD placed a couple little blue pills by each, grabbed me by the back of the neck and squeezed as he pointed at them and said, “Those little fuckers are going to ensure there is not a minute tonight our dicks aren’t hard and in one of your holes, so snort up.” A few shots of liquor, drugs all around, and Boogie and Tripp stripped - Boogie in some white Fruit of the Looms that looked and smelled like they had not been washed in weeks, with several holes showing, and Tripp with no underwear who said he always freeballed. However, like JD, both men kept their boots on, and Tripp even wore his cowboy hat. The guys sat back at the dining room table – I laughed as I suddenly pictured that painting with all the dogs sitting around the table playing cards, this was just as funny - three country dudes, in boots, half naked, dicks hard as brick. JD got the party started by saying, “Alright sissy. First game’s called ‘Three Stud Draw’ and we’re the studs. Get on your fucking knees and you’re going to suck our dicks one at a time, for 30 seconds each. The first one of us to nutt get’s the kitty.” I knelt on the wood floor and got my first good look at the new dicks. Tripp’s dick was real thick at the base, skinny at the top and literally looked like a banana. It was hard as fuck and looked like it might split from all the blood pumping through it. Boogie’s dick was longer and thicker than JD’s, but a little floppy, uncut, and he had balls that looked like grapes, tiny as shit. On JD’s count, I started taking turns sucking each one of them while the others talked shit. JD urged them on as he kept the time, “Come on boys, let’s rope this sissy’s face. I want to see it covered, blind the fucker.” I had already done one round and was trying to angle Tripp’s dick down enough to get it deeper in my throat when he smacked my forehead, pushed away, and shot scalding cum all over my face, my tongue flicked to try and catch some, globs of it hit my eyes and burned like fuck, while Boogie told me, “Stay just like that a sec,” as the whir and click of a camera told me he was taking pictures. Tripp started to apologize, “Damn Boss, I’m sorry, I…but hell – I needed that.” Everyone laughed, JD then said, “Well you got the kitty for that round. You want it now or want to double down?” Tripp thought a minute, “I better double down. I need a minute.” JD then used his thumb to wipe the fresh cum out of my eye, then smeared my face with the rest before letting me lick his hand clean. The three guys sat at the table somewhat awkwardly, as all still had raging hard dicks and JD dealt the next hand. He turned his chair sideways to the table, patted his lap, so I backed right up and eased down on his dick with only slight discomfort. Boogie and Tripp’s mouths dropped open as I did a slow grind, JD laughed, “Seems like the kitty didn’t want to wait.” The guys played a few half-hearted hands, did some more drugs, JD put a plate of lines in easy reach for me, and my whole body shook a bit after I had hit them, I broke out in a sweat, my legs trembled, and things got a bit blurry. JD wrapped his left arm tight around my stomach, blew his smoke around my head and growled, “I slipped a little something extra in that batch cunt, time for your prison fuck down.” JD held me as he half stood with me still impaled on his dick, turned, took a few steps to the side and let my body drop face down onto the other end of the table. I banged my forehead pretty good and turned my head towards Boogie and Tripp who were both now standing, feverishly stroking their dicks as they watched JD position my body. Once my body had stilled, JD yanked his dick out and started slapping my ass, “TIME TO GET THAT SISSY CUNT PRISON FUCKED. SHOW YOU WHAT WE DID TO PUNK BITCHES IN THE JOINT,” then JD busted my ass ring wide open as he slammed back in balls deep in one stroke making me cry out. Boogie and Tripp were now hooting and hollering and swearing, the table was groaning, the floorboards creaking, and the storm was battering the house just like my insides were being battered. I begged and pleaded for JD to fuck me harder, for more raw dick, for his babies, but JD stopped, “YOU HEAR THAT BOYS? IF THEY BEG FOR IT, MEANS WE BEING TOO DAMN NICE.” JD now grabbed me by the hair, yanked my torso part way up, wrapped his left arm around my neck in a choke hold, clenched my right hip with his right hand, and as I started to see stars from lack of air he started to slam fuck me again imitating the delivery man, “FUCKING WORTHLESS FAGGOT, PRISON BITCH. TAKE THIS BRUDER DICK. GOING TO RIP THAT CUNT WIDE OPEN, MAKE YOU TAKE EVERY LAST ONE OF US. THOSE CUNT LIPS WILL BE SWOLLEN AND BRUISED WHEN WE’RE DONE.” JD screamed in fury as he loaded my ass again with his country cum, and no making love this time as with his dick still spasming he let go of me, pulled out, squirted his final drops on my shredded hole and said, “Next.” Tripp was up next. He turned me around, slammed me onto my back on the table, lifted my legs and just like JD slammed his dick in as hard and deep as he could. I tried to push him away, he slapped my hands, clearly not happy he did not get the kitty first, and the more I begged for it, the angrier he got, until he screamed, “GOD DAMN FUCKING SHUT UP! SOMEONE PLEASE SHUT THE BITCH UP.” Tripp was not nearly as tall or as big as JD, so he could not man handle and cover my mouth too. Boogie took care of that. Coming around the back side of the table, Boogie pulled one of the chairs out, put his right leg up on it, took his left hand and slapped my face hard a few times before literally stepping up and kneeling on the table over my head so my field of vision was nothing but his dirty white underwear. The table moaned under the weight, but it held. Boogie’s dick was now throbbing, his underwear acting like a cock ring of sorts as he set his meat free through the fly. With Tripp banging my ass, Boogie then placed one hand around my throat, squeezed, and leaned forward and forced his dick into my waiting mouth. Boogie’s dirty underwear and body covered my face while his dick rammed my throat. Tripp continued to fuck my ass until he yelled, “HOLY FUCKING SHIT – I’M CUMMING – I’M CUMMING – GOD FUCK YES!!!!” and then pulled out of my ass, jizz and ass juice now shellacking the table surface. Boogie eased off, lowered himself off the table and chair as I gasped and heaved, then wondered what was happening as Boogie pulled me further back until my head was hanging off the table. He then wrapped both hands around my throat, squeezed, and at that angle was able to pretty much force his dick right past my gag reflex. My legs jerked, my body thrashed, as Boogie held me in place, filling my throat with his dick. Spit and snot flew out of my mouth and nose as he gag fucked me and once his shaft was coated good and thick with gut juice he pulled out, rolled me off the table and onto the floor, lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and plowed my ass. JD and Tripp had opened me up but I still cried out in pain as Boogie was bigger and the angle allowed him to thrust right into my gut walls. Boogie put his full weight behind each thrust and as he bent forward, he placed both hands over nose and mouth framing his lustful leer over the edge of his clasped fingers. I started to go limp and see stars again, so Boogie relaxed his grip just enough to let a sliver of air into my lungs then clamped back down and fucked away. The drugs, lack of air, intense fucking, all combined to make my body and mind swim and lose focus as Boggie churned my ass like he was making ice cream with all that boy butter in my hole. The next few hours were a haze of raw dick, being manhandled, spit, piss, and pleasing those three country men any way they wanted. I was back in JD’s old bed and the sun was streaming through the window when I finally started to come back to my senses. JD had my legs up and was eating my ass out again, so I pressed his head into my hole and moaned in pleasure. He looked up, “Ahh, so you’re back with us. How you feeling this morning?” I just groaned a little, feeling aches, pains, and a headache to beat hell. JD laughed, shoved a couple fingers into my tender ass and worked them around, “DAMN that’s a good cunt! Let me tell you, the boys left hear happy as pigs in shit and you took everything – and I mean fucking everything – we could dish out like a champ! But before I take you back, I got one more load for you.” JD then spent the next hour making love to my body, and me to his, before we showered. He found me a pair of pants to wear and an old t-shirt, both of which were far too big, and we hopped into his truck and headed back to the RV. The sun was peaking over the trees and shimmering off the calm surface of the lake when we pulled into the rest area and next to the RV. Pa came bounding out of the RV looking ready to fight, but as JD casually climbed out of the truck and stood literally toe-to-toe with him, starkly showing their difference in height and size, Pa eased off, ran his hand through his hair, “We was worried, that’s all. He’s not been well. Needs his medicine. Go inside now. Brett will take care of you.” JD calmly told Pa that it took a while to find the part needed, then the storm hit, cattle got out, a tree came down across the road, and he and I worked all night to get shit settled to get back here even though I had been sick as a dog from food poisoning likely, so he best step the fuck off, and no, I wasn’t going inside quit yet, he needed me to help install the part so why didn’t Pa just get back the fuck inside the RV and try starting it when he tells him. Pa groveled and whimpered, which made me sort of disgusted, but did as JD asked and went back inside while Brett just shrugged and ambled off down towards the lake. I walked with JD to the back of the RV, he pulled open the panel to the engine, set down his big tool box, opened it, and handed me a small black, metal box that he pulled out from a paper bag. JD whispered, “If you ever got something you want to hide, use this. See these magnets? Just stick this box up under this ridge here on the metal frame. No one will ever find it.” He slid the cover to the box back, pulled out a piece of paper and pen, and showed me a number, “That’s my phone. You need to reach me, if things go tits up with these two and no matter what you say I don’t think things with them are cool. Something’s a bit queer going on here – strange – anyways – call me, collect.” I took the pen and wrote in small numbers below his another number and the name ‘Billy’. JD looked at me, “Who’s Billy?” I scrunched my face hard, it literally hurt to think and I knew it was a number someone told me to use, just couldn’t quite put my finger on it, so just said, “Another friend I think. Thanks.” JD smiled, hid my secret box, handed me a baggy of powder so I could do a few snorts which made me feel way better, then he got to work fixing the RV. About 10 minutes later the RV sputtered and roared back to life, JD ruffled my hair, gave me a big smile, and I helped him load his gear into his truck. Pa came out of the RV and shook JD’s hand and tried to hand him another bag of weed. JD waved him off, “No need, all the work your boy did last night to help me out more than paid for the part. Keep it. Drive safe ya’ll and I’ll see you up at the state fair.” Pa was glaring at me fierce as JD pulled away, but didn’t say a word as I climbed into the RV and immediately went into the back and laid down on the bed. The RV lurched as Pa got us headed out onto the road, Brett came in, put his cigarette out and I could tell he wanted to ask about last night, but he didn’t. He just took out the leather case that held the needle and juice for my shots, filled up two big syringes, and as he emptied them into my arms I drifted off thinking about JD and how much my ass was throbbing from the country dick down. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 11: The State Fair – Cum in This Ride **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 2- This is What Sissys Are Made For: We drove until the sun was starting to peak over the horizon and forced its way between the gaps in the blinds of the back window of the RV. Pa had shot a couple good loads inside me and knew how to open an ass up to take his thick, long dick. Well before he shot his first load I was pushing my ass back, wanting him deeper, needing him closer, I had to have him inside me. I didn’t understand what I was feeling but Pa told me, told me I was just a sissy cunt and all that sissies were good for was taking dick – any dick – any way they wanted. Still, wave after wave of guilt kept crashing over me – guilt over what had happened at the camp ground, guilt of doing something I knew was wrong, guilt for liking it. Brett pulled the RV into a parking lot, Pa got off me, they talked for a minute, then Pa threw on a wife beater, shorts, and left the RV. Brett walked to the back, smiled, took the joint out of the ashtray and lit it up, then sat on the bed. I figured this was my chance so I slid off the bed and asked if I could use the bathroom. As I did I grabbed a pair of shorts off the floor but Brett snatched them from me and laughed, “Sissies stay naked.” I was shocked at what came out of my ass when I used the little RV toilet and felt like crying again. I knew that wouldn’t do me any good so I wiped off and looked around for something I might be able to hit him with. Nothing. I stepped out of the little bathroom and as the door opened towards the bed area I knew that was my only shot. However, Brett was standing between me and the RV’s front door and from the look in his eyes I could tell he knew what I was planning. He just blew some smoke my way, pointed to the bed, and I shuffled on back and climbed back up on the wet and stained cover. Brett offered me the joint, I figured what the hell and minutes later I was bouncing up and down on Brett’s dick. Pa returned a bit later, took another turn on my ass, Brett too, and then they let me sleep even though it was hard because my ass hurt and ached so much and my mind was racing. It didn’t feel like I had been asleep long at all when I was shaken awake by Brett who tossed me some shorts and a torn up t-shirt, and handed me a glass of water. I drank it down, asked for something to eat, but Pa pushed his way in and said, “No, not yet. Need you clean and so far so good, but just to make sure.” I didn’t know what they meant, but soon found out. I stumbled out of the RV, shielding my eyes against the hot morning sun. Pa grabbed my arm and steered me past a beat up, tan colored sedan to a glass door in the middle of the strip mall marked ROXIES – ADULT VIDEOS. I quickly looked around and saw signs for a truck stop, a couple motels, gas stations and stuff so guessed we were still on the interstate highway. The door and windows to Roxies were all covered in a gray, shiny material to keep out prying eyes. Pa rapped on the door and shifted the green gym bag he was carrying to his other hand. We waited. He rapped again. The locks turned, several of them, and slowly the door opened and Pa shoved me forward, Brett following. I looked around, shocked by the adult sex toys, videos, and costumes I saw. I had never been in such a place and couldn’t believe such a thing was allowed, but I had learned in the past hours much happened in the big world I never could have imagined. “So, what brings your sorry ass back to these parts of the bayou?” a deep voice boomed from behind us. I turned to see the guy who had unlocked the door and let us in and saw a giant of a black man standing there. He smiled, nodded at me, turned to Pa and said “Well, tell me why the fuck I shouldn’t knock your teeth out right now you worthless piece of shit?” Pa laughed nervously, pushed me forward and said, “Curtis, Curtis, I know the last time I saw you things did not go as planned.” Curtis yelled, “Not go as planned? You fucking thief. Took my dope. Took my cash. Fuck.” Pa chuckled, “I know, I know and I’ve been trying to find a way to pay you back. I think I have found it.” Pa roughly pushed me to Brett who wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulled me tight, and smiled. Pa and Curtis stepped off to the side and spoke in a hushed tone. Curtis looked at me, shook his head, and headed towards the back. Pa, Brett, and I followed through a beaded curtain that covered a door under a XXX neon sign, down a long hallway with booths on each side. The smell of piss, cum, and fuck knows what else was overpowering. I could see used condoms, wads of toilet paper, pools of dried cum, and more filth all over the floor. We walked to the back, turned right, and Curtis unlocked a door and let us in to his office. There was several shelves of equipment and electronics stuff on one wall, Curtis began flipping switches, machines started to whirr, and the hallway we just walked down came to life with animalistic sounds. “You two, give us a few minutes, we have some business to discuss. I am sure you can find a way to keep yourselves occupied but don’t wander far,” Pa said as he handed Curtis the green gym bag, snatched a Ziploc bag full of gold coins off a shelf and tossed them to Brett before he ushered Brett and I out the office door and closed it tight. Brett smiled, laughed, and said, “Come on, bet you ain’t never seen nothing like this.” He was right. As we walked back down the hallway there were TV screens in each little room that had now sprung to life, all of them playing porn, and the animalistic sounds of fucking and hardcore sex echoed louder and louder. Brett stepped into a booth, shimmied out of his shorts, his long dick was instantly hard and dripping while he set the bag of gold coins on the metal folding chair in the corner and then fed a handful of them into a slot by the TV monitor and started pushing buttons. “See, until you put in the tokens you can’t really watch nothing,” Brett explained, “The videos just flip from scene to scene quick like just to tease you. But then once you pay up, BAM, you get to choose. Come on, which one do you like.” I stepped into the booth and was disgusted by the stench and being there felt wrong, but the sight of Brett’s dick bobbing in excitement was irresistible. I reached out to jack Brett’s dick but he batted my hand away, laughed and said, “No fucking way. Come on, let me fuck you. This shit’s wild right? I promise, I will go easy and it will take me no time at all to bust.” I hesitated. My ass still hurt like hell from before, by my senses were being overloaded and my dick was aching, so I nodded, shucked my shorts down which Brett kicked into a dirty corner, let Brett turn me so I braced myself just to the side of the TV screen, and stared in wonder as I watched a monster black dick fuck a white woman bareback. I yelped and startled forward as Brett pushed his dick in, but he held me tight and started pumping in rhythm to the black man on the TV as I jacked my dick. I couldn’t believe that woman could take such a big dick, and even though it seemed to hurt her, you could also tell by her face she loved it. Brett was saying something, I don’t know what, my mind was so busy focused on the black dick on the screen as a hunger I had never known before took hold. “See, I told you they would keep themselves entertained,” Pa’s voice said from the doorway behind us. I craned my neck and saw him standing there with Curtis, both smiling, and Brett paid them no mind and kept right on fucking me. “Hurry it up,” Pa said and right on cue Brett started shaking and saying he was cumming, he then slid his dick out of me and I turned in shame and reached for my shorts and tried not to look at their faces. Curtis said to Pa, “I’ll call you, and no worries. I can make it happen. I don’t know exactly how long, each boy is different, so just go do what you do and between the delivery you brought and this little gift you can consider all debts you owe me paid.” Pa nodded, said, “Come on,” and headed towards the front of the store, Brett in a trot right behind him. I quickly pulled up my shorts but Curtis gripped my arm with his mammoth hand and said in a voice laced with danger, “Not another step. You’re staying right here with me for a bit. Safer that way all things considered don’t you think after what happened? Now, just entertain yourself a second, I’ll be right back.” My mind raced as Curtis swaggered down the hallway towards the store front. What did he mean? Where was Pa and Brett going? Pa said he would never let me go. What the hell was I thinking! That asshole had kidnapped me so this was my out, my chance to get back home. I glanced back down the hall and did not see Curtis, so I slowly started to walk the other way back towards his office. There must be a back door, another way out. I tried a few closed doors that were locked. No luck. I turned and walked quickly towards his office and peered in hoping I might see an exit sign. Just as I cautiously stepped inside the office I was roughly grabbed from behind and yanked backwards. “WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?” Curtis screamed as he spun me around, “IF I SAY STAY, YOU STAY YOU FUCKING CUNT. COME HERE.” Curtis continued screaming at me as he tossed me from side to side against the walls, all the while dragging me back down the hallway. He threw me full force back into the booth I had been in with Brett and the gold coins scattered over the floor as I crashed into the folding chair. I tried to get up but Curtis kicked me in my side, making me double over as the fucker had boots on. He reached down beside me, scooped up two fistfuls of coins and started feeding them into the slot. The PING PING PING of the coins dropping was like a countdown. Curtis reached down, wadded my t-shirt around his fist, lifted me off the floor with one hand, pulled my shorts down with the other and threw me against the wall. I saw a flash of naked skin as he pulled me up and was struck with the realization he had dropped his pants. I tried to step back, to get away, but he slammed me back against the wall with his forearm across the back of my neck and screamed, “YOU NEVER WANT TO DISOBEY ME, UNDERSTAND?” I didn’t say anything so Curtis moved his arm, grabbed my head and slammed it into the wall making me see stars, “I FUCKING ASKED YOU A QUESTION – DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” I squeaked out a yes, Curtis released my head, and I closed my eyes to fight the tears that were coming freely now, knowing this was all just some fucking nightmare. Curtis then grabbed my left wrist and twisted my arm behind my back making me cry out. He grabbed my right arm too, crossed it over my left, and held them both in the vise of his left hand as he yanked me backwards so I was facing the TV monitor and the video of the black man fucking the white woman. Curtis slammed my body and face back into the wall, twisted his vice grip on my arms and lifted them back and up so I was almost on my tip toes, my hips and ass pushed back a little as I fought to keep my balance. “I SAW HOW YOU WERE LOOKING AT THAT BLACK DICK. I KNOW THAT LOOK. ALL THE WHITE BITCHES GET THAT LOOK WHEN THEY SEE A REAL NICCA FOR THE FIRST TIME. YOU FUCKING SISSY CUNT. AIN’T WORTH NOTHING YET, NOTHING AT ALL, NOT UNTIL YOU HAD SOME GOOD BLACK DICK RIPPING THOSE WALLS. TAKE THIS FUCKING DICK, TAKE IT – THIS IS WHAT SISSYS ARE MADE FOR!!” The pain was unbearable as Curtis raped my ass using Brett’s fresh load to pave the way for him. His gigantic black dick went deeper and deeper, inch after inch, and the deeper he went, the louder Curtis screamed, “THIS IS WHAT SISSYS ARE MADE FOR!!” Curtis slammed my head against the wall one last time, then grabbed my throat with his left hand and pulled me tight against his body as he bellowed with release. I could feel his dick twist and quiver in my ass as he cummed and was amazed at the sensation, as well as fact that that at that moment it felt – well I guess it felt perfect. Curtis was breathing hard, his grip still tight when he said, “What do you say sissy?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, he squeezed my throat tighter and said, “What do you SAY?” I managed in barely a whisper, “Thank you,” which were the magic words as he relaxed his grip on my throat, his dick slowly slid out of my ass, and hot cum and ass juice and some blood ran down my legs. “I just took you from 0 to 60 – fucking sissy cunt,” Curtis growled, “Get on your knees, clean my dick.” I turned and looked at him like he was fucking crazy, his dick was just up my ass, no fucking way. Curtis’ mammoth hand pushed my head back against the wall, his breath hot on my face as he growled low and menacing, “I had hoped you would have learned quickly that when I say something I mean it. Do I need to repeat myself?” He let go of me, I kneeled, and in the shifting light from the porn on the screen got my first, close look at his dick. I had not seen many dicks in real life, but it was crystal clear to me so far that they all were shaped and looked pretty different. Curtis’ dick was long, thick, and reminded me of a torpedo with a big rounded head. The skin of his shaft was shiny and wet and the head was covered in gobs off ass funk, but I opened my mouth and slowly began to slide my tongue up and down his dirty dick. The taste was one I had never experienced before, even sucking Pa and Brett. Maybe it was the mix of the cum up my ass, or the blood, I didn’t know. Curtis jumped a little when I tongued the slit of his dick head, I held his shaft and watched in wonder as a golden glob of cum started to push its way out. I lapped it up, savored the taste of this man, and wanted more. Once he was satisfied, Curtis stepped back, pulled up his pants and said, “Come on.” I stood up, brushed my knees off, grabbed a piece of crusty paper towel from the floor and wiped the worst of the slime running down my legs, which only left a set of racing stripes. I dropped the towel in disgust and followed Curtis back to his office. He sat in the big chair by his desk, reached over, grabbed a joint from his ash tray and lit it up and blew the smoke my way. Curtis just glared at me and I was not sure what to do, so I just sat in the folding chair to the side of his desk and waited. Whatever he was smoking smelled different than what Pa and Brett had smoked, I sniffed a couple times, Curtis smiled and said, “You want to hit this? This is laced kush, not that 420 cheap shit those two gave you. No you better not, not yet anyways. We’ll get to that later. Time for you to fucking listen up, but first, give me your arm.” I didn’t understand and Curtis yelled, “HOLD OUT YOUR FUCKING ARM, CHRIST!” So I did, he grabbed my wrist hard with his left hand, swiveled his chair a little and rolled it a bit in front of me, then with his right hand he then held up a syringe and I started to freak. “If you fucking move understand I will beat the fuck out of you. Or, you can do what I say, sit fucking still, and trust me. This is just a little something to help you relax, that’s all. OK?” I licked my lips, nodded my head, and even though every cell in my body urged me to flee, I just watched as Curtis slowly took the syringe, pressed the needle against my arm, pushed the liquid contents into my vein, then released my wrist and folded my arm back. “See,” Curtis said, “Nothing at all. You should just feel a little calmer, more relaxed.” He was right. I felt a bit flushed, but it was like the whole world just fell away and there was nothing at all but me and him, sitting there, just that moment. Curtis smiled and I thought how handsome he was. Not cute like Brett, just handsome. Rugged. A real man. I tried to focus on what he was saying, “… and don’t expect roses and romance. You’re just a hole, a piece of meet, so repeat after me, ‘I’m a sissy cunt.’ Good, now ‘I am a hole for any dick’, that’s it. Let me tell you, you got a great cunt on you and I am going to enjoy our time together for sure. Its not often my balls be trying to climb out, but with you – WHEW – damn. OK, let me hear you again, ‘I’m a sissy cunt’ keep saying that for me.” My eyes never left his face as I kept repeating ‘I’m a sissy cunt’ and Curtis’ smile got wider and wider each time I said it. He rolled his desk chair so he was sitting directly in front of me, reached out and with both hands behind my head pulled me towards him and began kissing me. I had never kissed a man before and began to whimper in joy and the amazing sensation. I tried to kiss him back, but Curtis stopped, stood up, and asked, “What’s your name?” What’s my name? What did that have to do with anything. “My name is Mikey,” I said. SLAM. I reeled back in the chair, my head hitting the wall as Curtis hit me. Holy fuck! He loomed over me, a sneer replacing that smiling face that had just been kissing me, his voice no longer soft and assuring, but sharp as he asked again, “What’s your name?” Curtis’s hand was outstretched, ready to strike, I swallowed hard, tasting blood where I had bit my tongue, my mind racing, and I trembled, prepared to be hit again but said, “I’m a sissy cunt?” The seconds seemed to stretch forever as I waited. Slowly Curtis lowered his hand, he smiled once again, I flinched as he leaned in, but he just wanted to kiss me. I was so glad I had pleased him and eagerly kissed him back. Our kiss was broken as Curtis pulled away, relit his blunt, unbuttoned his pants and released his angry dick. He pointed to the desk and I was not sure what he wanted so I looked up, confusion and fear showing on my face as I knew he might hit me again. Curtis shook his head back and forth as he pushed a pile of papers to the side clearing a spot on the end and then said, “Fuck. You got a lot to learn. Get your ass up on the desk.” I sat on the edge of the desk, the cold metal cutting into my thighs and then I suddenly realized I was probably making a spot with my wet ass so prepared to jump down when Curtis put his hand on my chest, “Stay there, now lean back and support yourself with your left elbow. Yeah that’s it, leave your left leg down, and relax – fucking relax I said – give me your right leg.” Curtis then lifted my right leg high, edged closer to me, shifted my body a little, then slowly pressed his raw dick back in my exposed hole. I put my hand on his body to try to silently ask him to stop, but the deeper his dick went, the more he lowered his body over me so I was wedged between him and his desk. As Curtis began slow stroking my hole he said in the calmest, most reassuring voice, “I learned many things during two tours in Afghanistan. To rule a man you must crush his will and there is very little real difference between terror, love, discipline, desire, repulsion, the need to fight and the need to obey.” Curtis angled his dick a little to his right, really hitting my gut walls and making me feel like he was ripping my insides out with every stroke. I winced, and whimpered a little, but was determined not to make him angry with any complaints. “THERE ARE MANY WAYS TO BREAK A PERSON, TO MAKE THEM YOURS, AND I WILL BREAK YOU. TODAY WAS JUST A START YOU SISSY CUNT, WE HAVE SO MUCH FARTHER TO GO. I WILL ASSAULT YOUR BODY, MIND, SOUL, THE VERY ESSENCE OF WHO YOU ARE. YOU WILL QUESTION EVERYTHING, TRUST NOTHING, AND YOU WILL BE PUNISHED – AND REWARDED WHEN YOU ARE A GOOD SISSY CUNT. THERE IS NO GOING BACK, THAT IS YOUR LIFE NOW, HMMMM……THAT IS YOUR LIFE NOW……YESSS….YESSSS…..” Curtis held me in that position for a while as he dug deep up my ass and the pain continued to get worse and worse. I wanted this over, I wanted this to stop. I wanted it to all end, I wanted him 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 – but before Curtis was done with me I would. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 3: Welcome to Harold’s World **This series contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Part 3 As I walked down the hill with the black guy's load up my arse, I knew, at some level, I should be worried, but I wasn't. Instead I felt incredibly turned on, even satisfied with myself. In fact, all the way home on the train I had a hard on that just would not go down. As soon as I got in to my flat I dropped my pants and began to wank, fingering my spunky hole and remembering how good it had felt, bending over the toilet and being fucked, pretending I didn't want him to come up my unprotected arse but hoping that he would.... I began to take more chances - I was cruising in bars and in the open air and, although I was still practicing safe sex, I was leaving it to chance a lot - if the other guy mentioned condoms I was happy to use them, if he didn't I wasn't that bothered. I was still more wary of being fucked without a condom than I was of fucking and my next few bare experiences were as a top. I fucked a couple of lads I met in bars and then one night I fucked a fit young blond lad on Hampstead Heath and shot my load up his slim, tight arse. When I pulled out he stood up and we kissed for a while. Then he indicated that he wanted me to fuck me. I hesitated, but only for a moment. I pulled my pants down, bent over and let him lube me up. Seconds later I was being fucked bareback and a little while after that he was groaning and I was taking a load of cum deep in my arse. One night a few weeks later I was in Glasgow visiting family and late on Friday night I went out cruising in Kelvingrove park, one of my old haunts as a student. It was quite quiet but after a while I came across a group scene. A lad of about eighteen or nineteen, who I assumed was a student, was bent over sucking one guy while being fucked form behind by another. I joined the group of guys around him and pulled-out my cock and stroked myself. After a while the guy fucking the student shot his load and pulled out, removing the condom from his cock. When he left things got much more interesting. There were three of us now - an older guy, a tall mid twenties guy and me. The mid twenties guy stepped up and pushed his bare cock up the student, who didn't even look round. I was really turned on now as I watched them fuck without a condom but the older guy made a comment about "not wanting to catch AIDS" and walked off in disgust. None of us paid any attention and soon we were joined by another guy who joined us in taking turns bare fucking the student until all three of shot our loads up his arse. I knew my behaviour was becoming more risky and over the next few months I took a few more loads up me - a couple on Hampstead Heath, one in the dark room at the Central Station and one from a lad I used to work with one night when his boyfriend was away. It was then that I met the guy who was to become my partner for the next ten years. When we met we talked about safe sex and I said I always played safe but admitted my record was not 100%. He was the same and so we agreed we would continue to use condoms and get tested. We both tested negative but continued to use condoms throughout our relationship - somehow it just seemed natural. So began one of the safest of all my safe sex periods which lasted for about eight years. I was glad we did keep using condoms with each other because it meant that I wasn't putting him at risk when I later started cheating..... I occasionally had sex with other guys from time to time during my relationship, but I always played safe. During the last couple of years of the relationship we started drifting apart. We were both working hard and his work took him away for a few days at a time. When he was away I began to do some exploring - going cruising on Hampstead Heath and visiting a few clubs. It was now 2005 I was surprised to see how much barebacking was going on. I continued to play safe but was becoming increasingly tempted by all the bare sex going on around me. In the spring I started having sex with a guy on my team at work when we used to work late. Dan was a high flyer, having attended one of the top universities and was clearly on his way up. He was in his mid twenties, blond, fit and lived with his girlfriend in an upmarket part of London. I was quite surprised when he told me he was bi and indicated that he liked getting his cock sucked. Of course I took him up on his invitation. The first few times we played around, he just pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees and I sucked him off until he came in my mouth. Then one night he asked if I would lick his arse and a few weeks later he asked me to fuck him. We fucked a few times, always with a condom. One evening he was bent over the desk, his pants and trousers down at his knees and I was fucking him from behind. I was desperately horny as I hadn't come for at least a week. Dan's hole was tight as always and I was close to coming. I began to fuck him faster and before long I was shooting what felt like a massive load up him. When I pulled out I realised that the condom had split - it was completely wrecked. Dan hadn't noticed and I decided not to say anything. I wrapped what was left of the condom in a tissue and got rid of it. I never said what had happened and he never referred to it. We only fucked a few times after that and then he got a job with another company and left. But the knowledge that I had shot a massive load right up Daniel's arse really turned me on and I began to fantasise that he had asked me to fuck him without a condom and I imagined him pulling his cheeks apart as I fucked him and begging me to fuck him bareback and shoot my load up him and send him back to his girlfriend with a big load of cum in his arse..... In June that year me and my partner went to Ibiza for a week with some friends. By now I was feeling bored and restless. I was tired of always doing the right thing and ready to rebel. We spent most afternoons on the gay beach at Es Cavalllet and Joe, one of my partner's friends, who was single, would frequently wander about in the late afternoon. I knew from what he said that he was going cruising in the dunes behind the beach. One day when he was gone I said to my partner that I was going for a walk along the beach. He barely looked up and I headed off along the beach, doubling back when out of sight and made my way to the cruising ground. I knew I would have to be careful not to be spotted by Joe but I was horny and I wanted some action. It was quite busy and soon I was in the bushes sucking off a German lad. He came in my mouth and I swallowed his load. A little later I was walking towards a little clearing when I saw three guys coming towards me and I realised that one of them was Joe. I ducked out of sight and waited for them to pass but they didn't. I moved forward cautiously and looked through the bushes into the clearing. The two guys had their shorts and pants down and Joe was down on his knees sucking first one cock and then the other. I was really turned on as I watched Joe sucking cock. I had always thought he was an attractive guy - small and stocky which is a look I always go for. I could see Joe was wanking as he sucked the two lads off and after a while he stood up. One of the other guys got down and I had a good view now of Joe's arse as he pulled his shorts down to let the guy suck him. They continued sucking each other for a while and then they all stood up and the taller of the two guys pulled something out his pocket and handed it to Joe. I could see that it was a sachet of lube and as I watched, Joe took it and rubbed some on his arse. He then bent over against a tree and the tall guy stood behind him and I watched as they began to fuck. Joe's pants and shorts were at his ankles as the guy fucked him and I was almost certain he wasn't wearing a condom. After a while he pulled out and the other guy took his place. I was really turned on as I watched them bareback Joe and wanked myself as they took turns fucking Joe until each of the two guys blew his load in Joe's arse. I was back at the beach by the time Joe returned and the fact that I knew he had two loads up his arse really turned me on. That night we all went clubbing at the Anfora, which was very popular at that time. It was easy for me to wander off from time to time and whilst my partner and the others were on the dance floor I made my way to the dark room. It was still quite early but it was quite busy in there. After a while I noticed a tall lad standing on the fringes watching the action. I had seen him drinking at the bar earlier on and I recognised him as one of a party of young lads from Manchester that I had seen around the town during the week. He was swaying a little bit and I realised he had probably had quite a few drinks. As I watched, he was joined by three other guys and soon his trousers and pants were down and he was bent over sucking on one guy as the other two played with his arse. Soon one of them was behind him fucking him up the arse. After a while he pulled out and the other guy took over - even from where I was standing I could tell they were barebacking him and I could see that he didn't care. By now I'd had enough of watching - I wanted some raw action for myself. I moved closer and watched as they took turns fucking him and soon I had joined them and he was sucking my cock as the third guy took his turn up his arse I knew at least one of the guys had come and then the second pulled out and disappeared. I watched the third guy fuck him and come and then it was my turn. I could feel the cum running down the lad's legs as I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck. He was sucking on someone else now and I fucked him hard until I shot a massive load right up him. I thought I had better get back before I was missed and left the dark room, noticing as I did that the Manchester lad was now being fucked by yet another guy. No one had noticed my absence and later on I returned to the dark room. It was packed by now and before long I was bent over sucking a cock. I felt hands round my waist and then my trousers were unbuttoned and pulled down together with my pants. I could have resisted but I didn't and before long I felt a cock pushing at my arse. I reached round and felt the cock that was about to enter me. It was lubed but there was no condom. I bent forward and felt the cock push right up me. I stayed bent over and was fucked bareback by three guys, one after the other. I enjoyed every minute of it , the loud music, the smell of aftershave and the sex going on all around me and by the time I re joined the others I had taken two loads up my arse and two in my mouth. The next day I went cruising in the dunes at the beach and I ran in to the taller of the two lads who had fucked Joe the day before. I cruised him and he followed me into the bushes. Soon I was sucking his cock and after a while I offered him my arse. He nodded and I lubed my self up and bent over - no mention of a condom - and before long I was taking another load up my arse. A few days later I was on the plane home, even as I knew I had crossed an important line. Final part to follow

Part 2 I was feeling very horny when I went into the toilets at Marble Arch that day and I was also feeling bored and restless. In those days the big underground toilet at Marble Arch had a lot of urinals at one end and a row of cubicles along the back wall at the other end with another row of cubicles up each side. This created pockets that were hidden from general view and at that time there was a lot of activity in the cubicles. Guys would often stand up on the toilets to watch the action going on in the neighbouring cubicles. I started off at the urinals where there was a lot of wanking going on. I joined in and soon I was standing between a young black guy and a mid thirties Italian looking dark haired guy in track suit bottoms who was wanking a huge cock. The young black guy started breathing heavily and then started shooting his spunk into the urinal. Then the dark haired guy stuffed his cock back into his pants and disappeared up the back of the toilets towards the cubicles. I had a look round and there was no one who really interested me at the urinals apart from a young lad in a cap but he was busy being wanked off by an older guy. I decided to go after the Italian looking guy and made my way down towards the cubicles. I got there just in time to see him disappearing into one. I had a fleeting view of someone else entering the cubicle just in front of him. All the other doors were shut so I waited and after a short time a door opened and a guy came out of one of the cubicles next to the one the Italian guy had gone into. I went in and soon I was up on the toilet looking over into the next cubicle. The Italian guy was there and with him was a fit ginger lad in a smart white shirt and dark trousers who looked to be in his mid twenties. I love ginger lads and I was really turned on as I watched. The ginger lad was sitting on the toilet sucking the cock of the dark haired guy who had his trackies and pants down at this knees. I was wanking now as I watched them but the scene was about to get much hornier as the ginger lad stood up, handed something to the dark haired guy and turned round and bent over the toilet. I assumed it was a condom he had handed the guy but it was actually a small sachet of lube and I watched as he rubbed some on ginger lad's arse and some on his cock. He then stood behind the ginger lad and pushed his cock right up his arse without a condom.. I was shocked but very turned on and I had a perfect view from above of the dark haired guy's thick cock moving in and out ginger lad's arsehole. I watched and wanked as he fucked ginger lad and suddenly I realised ginger lad had seen me. He grinned up at me and I grinned back., Dark haired guy was getting close now and soon he threw his head back, thrusting his cock hard up ginger lad's arse and obviously blowing a load right up him.. I watched as dark haired guy pulled his cock out ginger lad's arse, stuffed it back in his pants and left the cubicle. Ginger lad looked up at me and grinned again. He motioned to me to join him and I didn't hesitate. I knew even at that point what I was going to do. I went in and ginger lad was sitting on the toilet again. I got my cock out and he took it into his mouth and began to suck me. I was already close to coming so after a short time I pulled my cock out his mouth. Without a word he got up, turned around, pulled his smart black trousers and white Calvin Klein pants down and bent over. I didn't hesitate. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I slid right up him and began to fuck. I knew I wouldn't last long and I didn't - after about ten to twelve thrusts I shot a massive load right up his unprotected arse. The last time I had bareback sex it was a lapse. This time it was deliberate and I enjoyed every minute of it. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I fucked bare again and a few weeks later I fucked a guy I met in a bar without a condom. I didn't fuck bare for a while after that and then I one afternoon I was in the cruisy toilets at Hilton Park motorway service station and I fucked a smartly dressed mid twenties black guy in a cubicle. I had noticed the wedding ring when I was sucking him and somehow this made it even more exciting when I blew a big load right up his tight arse. A few weeks later one of my friends from Scotland came down for a weekend. Alan and I were the same age, and he had been together with his partner for some years. I knew he sometimes strayed when he was away from home and we had been out cruising together. I had never seen him in action but I knew he was always very careful about safe sex. On the Saturday night we were drinking in a gay bar in West London and we got chatting to a young twinky boy with dyed blond hair. It was clear that Alan was into him and the attraction seemed to be mutual. I went to the toilet and when I came back the blond boy went to the bar. To my surprise Alan asked me if I was up for a threesome. I wasn't sure but Alan assured me the lad was up for doing it with both of us and the idea began to turn me on more and more. A short time later the three of us arrived back at my flat. I went to the toilet and when I came back Alan's pants were down and the young lad was down sucking his cock. I was impressed by the size of Alan's cock and how big and thick it was. I joined in and soon I was being sucked by the blond lad. Alan sat down and spread his legs and the blond lad went down on him. I was really turned on by the whole situation and Alan motioned to me to come towards him and I did. He pulled my cock towards his mouth and began to suck me off. We moved to the bedroom and I started sucking Alan's cock as the blond lad rimmed my arse. A bit later I was being sucked by the blond lad and Alan was rimming his arse. Alan said he wanted to fuck and I indicated the condoms and the lube I had left by the side of the bed. Alan picked up the lube and a condom. A few moments later I felt the blond lad pushed forward onto my cock as Alan pushed his cock up him and began to fuck. I then noticed the condoms at the side of the bed - there had been three of them before and there were still three. Alan hadn't used the condom. I got up and went round to the bottom of the bed. I looked at Alan's cock thrusting up the blond lad's arse. "Are you wearing a condom?" I asked. Alan looked at me and shook his head. I was shocked - I had never thought Alan would do something like that but I didn't have much time to think because after a while Alan pulled out blond boy's arse and indicated that I should take over. I reached for a condom and Alan stopped me. He looked at me and pulled my bare cock towards blond boy's arse. Blond boy didn't seem to care as Alan and I took turns fucking him bare and I don't think I have ever been so turned on as I was when I watched Alan groan and shoot his load up blond boy's arse. I took over and the knowledge that I was about to add my load to Alan's drove me over the edge and I gave blond boy another load to add to the one he already had up there. The next day I told Alan how turned on I had been by the whole experience. Alan replied explaining he normally played safe but now and then he got bored of condoms. I said I was the same and we began to talk about sex. We both got horny and ended up back in bed together. Alan asked me if I wanted to fuck him and said I could do it without a condom if I wanted. I had known Alan for ten years and would never have guessed he was such a dirty fucker. I slid my cock up his tight arse and fucked him. We fucked three more times before he went home and each time I blew a load up his arse. About ten minutes before it was time to drive him to the station he said he was horny again and he dropped his pants and took another load up his arse before getting on the train to go back to his boyfriend. I was getting careless, but I told myself that I might fuck without a condom now and then but would not let myself be fucked. At that time I had a job which took me out and about in north London and one evening, about 6.30 PM, I went into a public toilet at the top of Stamford Hill. A tall young black guy was wanking a big cock at the urinals and we ended up in a cubicle together. I was sucking his cock and he was reaching down the back of my pants to finger my hole. He wet his finger and pushed it up my hole. He said he wanted to fuck me and I asked if he had a condom. He didn't, and neither did I. He tried to talk me into doing it without a condom but I wouldn't. The black guy pressed me, promising he wouldn't come in my arse. Desperately horny, and admittedly tired of always doing the right thing, I agreed that he could fuck me as long as he didn't come inside me. I dropped my pants, lubed myself up, and bent over. The guy pushed his cock up me and began to fuck. I was so turned on at being fucked, even more so that I was being fucked bareback in a public toilet in a busy area of London. I knew even then that he was going to come up me and I was going to get a load of cum in my arse for the first time in almost ten years but I also knew that I wasn't going to stop him. He was getting faster now and I could tell he was getting close. I groaned "Don't come up me." "I won't, mate, I promise," he gasped, breathing excitedly. Just then he bent over me and put his arms round me. He pulled me tight against him, humped me hard three of four times and shot his load right up me. He was out of the cubicle in seconds, leaving me bent over the toilet with my pants down and a big load of cum up my arse. My cock was harder than it had ever been as I pushed the door shut and wanked myself off, needing only three or four strokes before I shot a massive load of cum all down the wall of the cubicle. As I walked down the hill I knew I should feel worried but I didn't. I knew it would not be too long before I did it again..... Part 3 to follow

Part 3 As we pull up outside the house the front door opens and he steps out into the sunshine. Wearing shorts and a tee shirt he has an air of confidence about him as he walks to the car. His hair cut short barely revealing the salt and pepper hues, his body firm and trim. His shorts reveal the outline of his cock swinging as he walks. I decide there and then I made the right decision. With some nervousness I open the car door and stepped out into the heat. Pete walks over and without a word wrapped his arms around me and gave me a lovely bear hug. "It's so good that you're here, sorry I couldn't be at the airport to pick you up, I hope Steve took care of you?" "Oh yeah he took great care of me". He nodded and winked. "Come into the house, let's get you settled in" I told him I'd get my stuff from the car. "Don't worry, Steve will bring your bags in and unpack for you. Steve is my personal assistant, if you need anything and I'm not around you can ask him for anything and he will sort it for you, and I mean anything" Once we're inside the cool air of the house Pete grabs me and kisses me with a passion I haven't experienced in a long time, his tongue explored my mouth, I could feel his hardon pressing against me, I nearly dropped to my knees right there. He reaches round and with both hands grabs my arse and continues to kiss me. He pulls away from me "You must need to freshen up, come on". He steps away so I follow him through into a huge living room, tastefully furnished and airy. Down into a long corridor lit by a glass roof, it should be so hot but the air con manages to keep the house silently cool. Turning left we enter a bedroom with little furnishing other then a big bed, a cupboard and bed side tables. Off the bedroom is a huge bathroom. I see my toiletries have all been unpacked for me already, a little odd but I guess it's something I'm just not used to. Pete reaches in around the frosted glass wall of the shower and presses a button and multiple jets spray water in ever direction. "There you go, take your time, no rush. When you're finished come and find me and we'll have a dip in the pool". Giving me another deep kiss he leaves the room. Quickly I get my clothes off and step into the shower, the warm water soaks my hairy body quickly and feels so good after the long journey. I notice the douche nozzle hanging in one corner above the open drain, not knowing what's next I decide to make use of it. I turn around and back into the corner, checking the water coming from the nozzle I find its a perfect temperature so I aim it at my hole and slide it inside, the pressure builds so I pull it out and squat over the drain and let the water out. Repeating the process a few times I decide I'm clean and push the last drops of water out. Seeing my shower gel on the tiled shelf I start to soap myself up and enjoy the experience. I soap myself up again paying special attention to my cock and arse, the earlier booty bump making me enjoy it more than normal. Without warning I feel a hand run along my arse crack grazing over my hole, I shudder and let out a little moan. Strong arms wrap around me from behind and a voice whispers in my ear "I couldn't wait" His hand reaches back down to my soapy arse and slips a finger inside me, his hard cock pressed against me. "Hold on". He steps away and switches off the shower, disappears for a moment and comes back with a pipe, obviously packed with Tina, he sparks up the lighter, and hands me the pipe. I put it to my lips and he holds the flame under the bowl, as the smokes starts to creep out the top "breath in deeply and hold it until I tell you boy". The smoke fills my lungs and I hold it there. "Ok boy, let it out". A big white cloud surrounds us both before fading away. Three more hits like that and my buzz is getting higher. Pete firmly turns me around so I'm facing the wall and reaches between my checks again, every time he touches my hole it's like an electric shock. Taking a handful of gel he soaps my arse up again and caresses it so gently. I put my hands up against the wall in front of me and start to moan and then I start to beg, I need to feel Pete inside me. The Tina has really hit now, my whole body is alive with the stuff. Pete gently spreads my legs with his foot and I have that sensation that my hole is now exposed, "please fuck me" I sob. "Ok boy, as you ask so nicely". He wraps one arm around my neck and I feel the other hand go down to his cock, using one finger to guide it to my hole he rests the head at the opening, very gently he pushes his cock against my hole, the soapy suds let the head of his cock slip in easily and the head passes into me. Oh fuck, at last I have him in me, I've waited so long and now he's finally in my cunt. I want him to give me all of it but he just holds it there, his arm firmly around my neck, his other hand playing with my soft cock. "You want more ?, tell me how much you want it boy, persuade me to give you more" "Oh please, fuck me. I've wanted you for so long, please don't make me wait anymore. Please.........I want your cock so much.........I need you inside me..........please I'm begging you" "Good boy". And with that he slams the rest of his cock deep into my guts, pushing hard against my cheeks, almost knocking me off balance, even tho he's already all the way in he gives another hard shove that's make me almost cry out. My brain is on fire, all I can think of is the naked head of his cock rubbing my insides. You see bareback fucking isn't just a choice for me, it's a fetish, an utter obsession and that obsession is heightened even more when I'm on t. The thought of those little drops of precum oozing straight into my arse drives me crazy, skin on skin nothing between us, just as nature intended. Slowly and steadily he grinds in and out, sometimes all the way out sometimes just a little. The sensations in my hole are electrifying, I'm vaguely aware of us both making animalistic noises, but most of my mind is on his raw cock and my hole which not an hour before was taking shards of crystal, one thing I did know, I wanted more of both. I reach round with one hand to try and touch his cock, to touch a cock that's fucking me blows my mind, to feel it naked as it fucks into me, to feel the skin, every curve and contour slipping through my fingers into my arse. Pete pulls all the way out and the head slips between my fingers, I grip it at the entrance to my world and he pushes back inside. He repeats this for ages, getting the sensation of both my hand and my arse, I grip it even tighter. "I've been saving this load for two weeks boy, I'm not gonna last long, you want it ?" "Oh fuck yes please daddy, give me your spunk, make you yours" "You've been mine a long time, ever since I started manipulating you to come here, I've had this planned for months". With that he pulled my hand away and starts fucking me harder. Resting my head against the wall I reach back with both hands and spread my cheeks for him so he can get even deeper. I'm moaning like a fucking whore and then I hear Pete start to moan louder, his pace quickens and I'm sure I can actually feel his cock get harder. He's almost screaming as he slams into me and I beg him to cum, his cock starts to spew inside me, filling my guts with two weeks worth of spunk. He doesn't lose his pace at all, I know his cum is filling me up and being churned up and pushed deeper with each thrust. He begins to slow and finally he pulls his cock out, my hole suddenly feels incredibly empty and I sob a little as his cock finally leaves me. "Feel empty boy? I've got something for that". He pulls away and slips something inside me which makes the empty feeling a little less. He leads me from the shower and as I stand in front of the mirror I notice a black rubber tail poking out between my butt cheeks, I've give it a little flick and he smiles a wicked grin at me.

The first time a guy ever pissed in me I wasn't expecting it. We'd set up an anonymous breed and go where he came in and found me naked and ass up ready for his cock and load. This particular guy liked for me to pretend to be drugged/asleep. I knew he had cum from his sigh and spasming cock buried deep in my hole. I expected he'd get up and leave, but he just stayed there. After a bit I could feel his cock kind of twitching and then I started to feel kinda warm and full and realized what he was doing. At first I was startled, but just as instantly got totally turned on by it. He pissed for sometime, and not just little spurts, this guy had some pressure and I could feel it going in. After he was done, he pulled out without spilling a drop (he was deep when pissing), dressed and left. I held it for quite awhile, but when I let it out there was easily more than a liter. Something else that is really hot is my piss took on his scent when I pissed later. The piss goes into the colon where fluids are absorbed. it is so fucking hot, wish I could find more guys who can do this.