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“I want you to seed my ass tonight.” I sent the message and followed it up with some pics of my body and my hole, hoping to entice the gorgeous dude who was apparently nearby, visiting from out of town. A brief conversation followed. Him: “Fuck yes. Time and place? My bf and I would love to sample some of the local hole.” Me: “Later tonight, we will work out the details. Just follow my lead.” Him: “K. U see I’m POZ?” Me: “Yes, yes, and hell yes. This conversation didn’t happen, OK? Just follow my lead and I promise it’ll be worth your while. Tell your bf the same.” Deleting the messages from my phone, I joined Jake, my boyfriend, who was seated in the living room. I showed him the photograph of the ‘gorgeous dude’ asking “Are you interested in playing with this guy and his boyfriend? Maybe the four of us could get together tonight and have some fun.” Jake glanced at gorgeous guy’s sculpted torso and grinned at me in approval. Immediately I shot gorgeous guy this message. “Hey sexy. My bf and I are close by. We’re wondering if you and your bf would like to meet for a drink?” A tense minute followed during which I hoped gorgeous guy would follow my lead. He seemed to understand my subterfuge as this dialogue suggests. Him: “Sure bro. Nice chest, would love to see more. I’m 6’2 200 8c, my bf is 5’9 170, ripped, 7uc.” <sent pic of fat 8” cock> Me: “Great dick dude. I’m 5’11 170 7c, bf is 6’ 170, skinny with a 8 cut dick” <sent pic of bubble ass> Him: “Sweet ass bro. Bf is vers, I’m top. Both poz. That cool?” Me: “Bf is vers too, I’m bottom. Poz cool - we are on PrEP, and use condoms too. There’s a bar on the corner of 8th and Main. Meet you there in 30?” Him: “See you there.” Now, I should give you a bit of background. Jake and I have been a couple for five years or so, and had recently decided to spice things up by playing with others. Always together, and the only way Jake would consider it was if we both went on PrEP and used condoms every time. In fact, he makes it a sort of ritual whenever we play with someone: we simultaneous took our pill, and he would then put the condom on the guy fucking me (and vice versa), always using our own rubbers, never theirs. What can I say? He has trust issues. We headed to the bar, and the moment we walked in, we spotted them immediately. In our relatively small city, hot new guys like this don’t go unnoticed. We headed over and made our introductions - Joey and Jake, meet Andre and Alex. Looking even better than in his pictures, Andre was a tall black slab of beef, solid and masculine, and Alex was a Latin muscle god. Both accustomed to turning heads, I could tell they were sizing us up and deciding if they’d made the right choice. I knew I might have to work to keep their interest, so I muscled my way in between them to order Jake and myself a drink, taking the opportunity to grind my ass into Andre’s crotch while I did so. Subtlety is not my strong suit, but it seemed to work. I felt his strong hand go to my hip and I felt him growing behind me, from what was already an impressive lump into something that felt a bit scary. Meanwhile, Alex cozied up with Jake, and we had a nice conversation over our drink. Formalities out of the way, I leaned in and whispered to Andre, “Let’s get out of here - it’s a little too crowded here. Why don’t we head up to our place and see what kind of trouble we can get into?” With that I winked and smiled at him, then grabbed Jake’s hand and led us out of the bar. They followed us around the corner to our building and up the three flights to our apartment. Stepping inside, Andre pinned me against the wall and put his mouth on mine, hungrily kissing me while Alex did the same with Jake. My hands explored Andre’s muscled chest, strong biceps, broad back, coming to rest on his impossibly taut booty. His hands made a bee line for my ass, kneading my bubble cheeks before undoing my jeans and sliding one hand inside, feeling my exposed crack where he expected fabric, I’m sure. I’d been sure to wear my sluttiest jock briefs, for easy access just in case. He let out a little growl as his finger slid into my crack and toyed with my hole. From the grunts and moans I heard across the hall, I’m imaging Jake was receiving the same treatment. The two visitors then led us into the living room, where they both promptly dropped their pants and underwear, sitting next to each other on the couch. Wordlessly, Andre spread his legs, pointing at his fully erect, rock hard cock. I dropped to my knees and admired his huge ball bag up close, sniffing and licking on it before running my tongue up the underside of his shaft. Jake joined me on the floor, and the two of us showed off our oral skills for our guests, occasionally looking over at each other with our mouths full of cock. It turned me on so much to see him sucking a big uncut Latin dick, and I know he enjoyed the sight of me with my cheek bulged out, lips open wide, servicing a huge black cock. My hole was twitching, it was so ready to take this monster I’d been servicing. I stood up and led Andre into the bedroom, and Jake and Alex soon followed. I finished stripping out of my clothes, but left my briefs on. As Jake went to his nightstand for supplies, I quietly opened mine and grabbed the small baggie and snuck it into my undies. Andre gave me a questioning look, but I just winked and smiled, shaking my head in my boyfriend’s direction. I then pulled Andre down on top of me, encouraging him to crawl between my spreading legs. Jake could see how horny I was, so he jumped right into our ritual. “Joey and I welcome you guys into our home and our bed, but the agreement we made with each other is that we be as safe as possible. I hope you’ll understand. But we try to make it fun too, so we have a little routine we do whenever we play.” He then popped open the bottle of Truvada and shook one out into each of our palms. Each of us extended his tongue, and the other placed the little blue pill onto the other’s tongue, which each of us immediately swallowed. Finishing up with a brief kiss. Jake then grabbed a condom and tore it open. He slid it down over Andre’s huge dong, not without some struggle. He then squirted some lube on it and greased him up good, before pointing him at my hole. My legs were spread wide, my briefs bulging with my hard on and my ass fully exposed and open. As soon as his head touched my hole, I twitched and gasped, and Andre pressed into me as Jake stroked his condom-covered shaft. He got about halfway into me before he paused to let me get used to the assault, at which point Jake went back to concentrating on Alex. When I saw Alex grab Jake’s head and pull him down to choke on his cock again, I knew this was my chance. I reached into my briefs and pulled out the baggie, which Andre could now see contained a clumped-together blue mass. I opened the bag, brought it up to my mouth, and dropped out the Truvada I’d hidden under my tongue, the spit-soaked pill joining all the others as I zipped it back up and tucked it in my briefs. I smiled at Andre and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling him the rest of the way into my hole. I felt him throb and saw a little glimmer cross his eyes as we connected in that moment, him beginning to understand my earlier instructions to follow my lead. He was balls deep inside me, but the devilish grin on both our faces indicated we both wanted more. A low guttural moan broke our little moment, and we both looked over to see Alex straddling Jake and sinking down on to his eight incher. I was surprised until I remember Andre saying Alex was vers. I found myself understanding why he wanted Jake’s fat one in his hole – it is, after all, pretty fuckin’ spectacular, but it was nothing compared to Andre’s piece. And the fact that the cock currently invading my hole had a little something extra made me leak into my straining briefs. Just then, Andre decided to start to pull out and thrust back in. I let out a squeal as he began to fuck me and tried to regain my composure. I looked at Jake and saw him lost in ecstasy as Alex’s hole gripped him as he bounced on it. Alex then pulled himself off and got on all fours, facing away from us. I watched as Alex mounted him from behind, his cute ass almost smacking Andre as he started to thrust. It was then that I reached down and put my fingers around the base of Andre’s cock. As he continued to thrust in and out, my fingers kept up their pressure, catching on the last bit of rolled up condom. I would release as Andre sank into me, then squeeze as he pulled out, rolling the rubber up slightly. We repeated this for many strokes, locking eyes for the entire process. I saw a hunger in Andre and felt an animal desire start to take over as he did his part in assisting me in removing the protective sheath from his cock. When there was only one small bit remaining, Andre pulled out of me completely as I slipped the rubber off over his head and deftly placed it in my briefs next to the baggie. Grabbing his bare cock, I guided it back to my hole and pulled on his ass with my other hand. I saw his eyes roll back as his raw dick penetrated my hole. He had a delicious smile on his face as our deception played out, my boyfriend fucking his boyfriend right next to us. They were lost in their own private moment, completely oblivious to the secret connection between Andre and me. As he slid into me balls deep, I pulled Andre down for a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining. I could feel him throbbing inside me, and could swear I felt my ass get a little wetter, probably his precum lubing me from deep inside. By means of some serious twisting I was able to whisper in his ear “Man, I want your toxic cum inside me, bro. I want you to charge me up!” He picked up his rhythm then as we heard the sound of Jake’s body slapping against Alex’s as he pounded him hard. Andre grabbed my legs and spread them wide, taking an opportunity to look down at his huge bare dick sliding in and out of my hole. I patted the small bulge in my briefs, indicating the un-ingested PrEP pills and his rubber. I pulled my briefs to the side so my dick could escape, grabbed the condom and quickly rolled it onto my cock. I could tell by Jake’s breathing that he was getting close to cumming. I nodded to Andre in their direction, letting him know we had to make this happen. He responded by fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before - a passion I’d never experienced erupted from his muscle body. He was deep dicking me, long strokes, his huge black ball sac slapping my ass on every insertion. Meanwhile I stroked my rubber-clad dick with vigor, only to hear Jake grunt “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Jake’s pace increased, and the grunts and groans that accompanied his orgasm pushed Andre over the edge. Staring directly into my eyes, he mouthed the words, “I’m gonna breed u” as he shoved in deep one last time. I felt an explosion inside me as his cock propelled jet after jet of diseased cum into my guts. The realization that I’d finally made it happen - I’d taken my first poz load - and that it was happening with my boyfriend right next to me, clueless, it made me shoot my three day load and fill the condom I’d slipped from Andre just moments earlier. Rope after rope invaded my hole from Andre as my own cum overflowed the rubber that was covering my cock. As I felt the bed shifting when Alex and Jake were turning to see how we were getting along, I swiftly pushed Andre’s now softening cock from my hole and pulled the rubber from mine in one motion. I held it down next to his monster and stroked his cock as I pretended to remove it from him. I held it up to Jake as he held his up, both of us tying off the cum-filled rubbers and letting them drop onto the floor, as the four of us collapsed in a heap on the bed. Jake kissed me deeply as we watched Alex and Andre make out a bit. I then pulled Andre down to me and as our breathing began to calm down, I spooned him and whispered into his ear, “I want you two to spend the night. I’m getting Alex’s load too before you guys head out of here.” A smile, a wink, and a sigh as he rolled over and pulled my arm around him. He had no plans to go anywhere any time soon.

I answered a craigslist ad by a couple. They had been a couple for awhile and the top said he wanted to watch his buddy get fucked. I've had a few threesomes and definitely aren't shy and like to put on a show so I was in. The plan was the top was going to sit back and watch. The bottom guy said he like to be sucked for a bit before he got fucked. When I arrived I found two nice looking guys. After an introduction and a handshake, we went immediatly back to the bedroom. The top, Tim, sat back with a beer. The bottom dropped his pants, revealing a very nice 7 inch cut cock that was already rock hard, and laid back on the bed. I got naked too. After handling the guys cock for a minute I bent over and started sucking him. I liked the noise he made. I'd lick and stroke and then take him as deep as I could. Everytime I took him deep, he groaned loud which I liked. I was really getting into sucking him when I felt a tongue on my hole. I looked back and Tim was kneeling behind me giving me a really good feeling rim job. I went back to sucking and stroking the nice cock in front of me. He was rubbing my shoulders and telling me how good it felt. The tongue disappeared from my hole for a second and at the same time the bottom guy pullled me forward by the shoulders. Because of the way I was bent over the bed, this pulled me completely off balance. At the same time I felt two hands grip my hips and a cock being pushed into my spit lubed hole. I hadn't exactly planned for this and started to struggle. The guy on the bed just keep pulling on my arms, keeping me off balance and the grip on my hips kept pulling me back towards the cock at my hole. Within a few seconds, the guy behind me had worked his cock all of the way in me. I was now bent over, still off balance, with a cock in each end. The guy fucking me was just going to town. His cock was pretty thick and with just some spit for lubrication, the friction was riding the fence between pleasure and pain. I tried to ask him if he had a condom on but it only came out as a mumble since the bottom guy had sped up working his cock in my mouth. The two of them got the timing just right so that as I rocked forward, the dick in my mouth went deep, and as I rocked back, the one stretching my ass went deep. I struggled a little a second time, trying to get my feet under me to stand up but with both of them holding onto me it just didn't work. The fuck got a little rougher for few minutes and then the guy behind me slammed deep and got still. I could feel his cock jerking as he pumped his load into me. Within a few seconds, the guy in my mouth did the same in my mouth. After it was over I was a little pissed but the top guy, Tim, named a buddy I had met on the same website that I met these two. During a hookup with my buddy, I had talked about a fantasy of being held down and used by a couple of tops and he had set it up. I was so angry about the whole thing that I'm going back this weekend and let them repeat the whole thing with another friend of their's there who's a top too.

Has anyone seen the film “fortune and men’s eyes”? Look it up on Youtube and you can watch the whole film. I saw it many years ago and realised then what I wanted and it’s stayed with me ever since. There’s a scene near the beginning when the newbies are in the mess hall with the other prisoners. The main character is suddenly attacked by a gang but they are stopped by another prisoner who befriends him. As they talk, the gang grab another twink and drag him off to a cell. They strip him and get him face down, and then you see him being raped by two guys as everyone looks on and does nothing to help. When I first saw the film, I didn’t want to be the main character, I wanted to be the young guy dragged off to the cell, and I masturbated about the scene constantly. So here’s my fantasy: That first night in jail was awful. I was lonely and scared and all I could hear were the new guys crying and calling for their mothers. My cell-mates ignored me, than goodness, and I buried my head in the pillow to stifle my sobs. The next morning, we were let out to the bathrooms to shower, and I felt my face redden as I stepped naked into the communal showers, grateful for the steam which helped hide me. But there were a group of guys watching me, led by a guy with a lazy eye, and he kept licking his lips as he watched me. “Keep away from them, if you can.” Whispered the guy next to me. “They’re bad news. I hear they are fucked up, if you know what I mean” I raised an eyebrow, and he made a cross with his fingers. “Toxic bastards.” I felt my blood run cold, and tried to avoid their eyes as I dressed and made my way into the mess hall for breakfast. While I ate, I saw them looking at another newbie and breathed a sigh of relief. They were a scary looking crew. Apart from the guy with the lazy eye, there was a sweating, chubby guy with thick glasses, a muscular latino with a tattooed neck and an older white guy who was thin as a rake with sunken cheeks and whispy hair. After breakfast, everyone just sorta milled about.. Some guys sat chatting and some others started a game of checkers. I went over to watch, but they ignored me and I felt very isolated. An altercation started, and I saw the gang try to grab the other newbie who started to struggle with them. No one seemed concerned and the guards just laughed. Then a big, handsome looking guy got in their way. I couldn’t hear what was said, but they backed off and left him alone as the big guy led him over to the side and gave him a cigarette. I went back to watching the game, unsure what to do with myself. To be honest, I just wanted to curl up into a ball. Then I felt movement and turned to see the lazy-eyed man’s face inches from mine. I tried to back away but I was blocked by the others behind me. “ wh.. what do you want?” I said, my voice high-pitched with terror. He gave an evil grin “Your sweet ass, baby!” Before I could run, an arm snaked round my neck and a hand closed over my mouth. My arms were grabbed and I felt myself being dragged towards an empty cell in the corner. I tried to shout, tried to scream but my mouth was muffled by fingers smelling of tobacco and, in any case, no one seemed willing to do anything. As I was dragged past the newbie and his new friend, I heard him say “Why doesn’t anyone do something?” “’Ain’t nobody gonna come between a man and his oats, nobody” Came the reply and I felt terror welling up as I realised what was going to happen. They dragged me into the cell, which was bare apart from a filthy, stained mattress on the floor. I found out later it was only used for one thing. My shirt was torn off me, and hands pulled down my trousers and shorts. My mouth was free now, and I cried out “Help me!” but the mess hall was silent and nobody came. I was flung face down on the mattress and stripped naked. The fat, spectacled guy held my shoulders down and I could hear him giggling to himself. Someone got on my back, their body naked and I could feel an erection pushing against me. An arm went round my neck, squeezing hard so I could hardly breathe and the lazy-eyed man’s voice whispered “let me in, bitch, or I’ll crush your throat!” I tried to relax as his wet, drooling cock pushed into my hole. I wouldn’t have believed I could stretch open so much, or how much it hurt, but then – just as I couldn’t take it anymore, the fat head burst into me and the shaft slid up me in a single thrust. “Oh yeah!” He gasped in my ear. “Tight little virgin pussy, mmm” He began to thrust in and out of me, and I buried my face in the mattress to hide my screams. It seemed to go on for a long time, but then he shuddered and gasped as he came and bit my neck savagely. Then he pulled out brutally, and I felt his weight leave me, only for someone else to take his place. A bony body stretched out on me and a thin, veiny cock slid up me easily in the sperm now leaking from my asshole. He thrust mechanically in and out, and the pain subsided to a dull ache. By the time he’d cum in me, my hole was gaping and wet and to my shame, my cock was rigidly erect against the mattress. I heard the chubby guy say “My turn! My turn!” Someone else held me down and I felt the breath pushed out of me as his heavy, sweaty belly sank onto my backside and his stubby cock slid into me. “Bitch! Bitch!” He gasped as he thrust “ You gonna get it now. Gonna knock you up good… ohhh! Then he collapsed on me, his cock throbbing and throbbing as he emptied his balls into me. Then it was over and I found myself alone. I manged to pull my clothes on and headed for the bathroom. A fat warder stopped me. “where you going, son” “I…I need a shower” I said. Another warder laughed at me. “Let the bitch go and wash her pussy!”

or don't cum in me? Love to hear the bottom say dont cum in me .

Went to the abs yesterday afternoon & got gang fucked, I was bent over a couch face down ass up & let anyone slide there hard cock in to my ass, I got screwed by at least 6 guys one after the next, Never saw there faces but got there cum deep in my hungry hole.

Posted an ad on CL today seeking tops to breed my hole understall in one of the local university's cruisy men's rooms. A guy responded that he was nearby and could be there in a few minutes. He quickly entered the stall next to me and immediately motioned with his hand for me to squat down. With spit in his hand, he started to finger my hole hard and deep. He slid his cock under the stall, slowly pushing his head into my ready hole. It was an awkward position, though, and he struggled to go deeper. After two more attempts, he came over to my stall, pushed me hard over the toilet, and rammed his 7 inch cock all the way in until I could feel his balls hit my ass. I take a quick glance behind me. The guy is in his mid-20s, beefy, light scruff, and tattooed on both arms. Possibly the hottest fuck I have ever had. He pounded my hole for ten minutes, speeding up right before he shot a hot thick load up my ass. When he pulled out, cum ran out of my hole and down my leg. I bent down and sucked the remaining cum off his cock. After he left, I fingered my hole, swirling the cum around and pulling out to taste the residue on my fingers. He emailed me about 15 minutes later saying he wanted to load me again. I think he might be my new fuck buddy.

I am not gay. I enjoy filling pussies with cum. Over a hundred so far.

This was last night. I went to the Capitals game. There were two young guys who were Boston fans. During the first intermission I had to pee so bad. The one guy was next to me and looking at my dick. At the end of the game I stay a while in the bar wait for traffic to clear. The two came up beside me. They were both married but looking no for some fun in DC. They were staying at a suites hotel about three blocks away. I walked with them and then up to their room. They had some drinks and then took off their pants. I slipped over by the one who had a huge dick and began to suck him. The other one came next to me and started to finger my ass. He was rock hard and asked if I liked to be fucked. I said sure but he said he had no condoms. Would I take it bare. He said he would not cum in me. He used some lotion and slipped in my ass. He was loving it and after a while I could tell he was close.,he asked if he should pull out but I just pulled him over n tighter. He then moaned as he blew his load deep in my ass. The other guy asked if he could do the same. He fuckedcme me for 20 min and then blew his load. We sort of collapsed for a while. Then they said round two. They both shot another load in me. Since it was late they said I should crash there. I did I was awoken by a dick in my ass and both shot their morning loads. I then left with a very dummy ass

Bunker didn't work for me but I got what I was looking for at Cine Atlas in Pigalle. Not for the timid though. Watch out for pickpockets. I left there full of spunk. Was there on a Friday afternoon.

My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”

I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. It had been a long, frustrating day at work. It was a Friday, and I was stuck in the office late, again, trying to finish a project that should have been done in half the time, but kept getting more and more complicated as I tried to finish it. I finally left the office around ten o'clock at night. I hailed a cab to take me home to Brooklyn, and settled in to the seat. Traffic was awful, so I pulled out my iPhone and started to browse through Grindr while the cab inched through the gridlock. After the week I had at the office, I needed to get off! It wasn't long before I was chatting with a couple of different guys. The one that seemed to suit my mood the best that night had a profile picture of himself, shirtless and flexing in the mirror in a gym. He was Latino, and at forty he was more than fifteen years older than I was but you wouldn't have been able to guess that from his ripped, muscular body. I also liked the visible bulge in the crotch of his workout shorts. You couldn’t really see his face in the picture, but he looked decent enough and his body was insane! He said that he was really into fucking younger, slim white guys like me, and that I should come right over because he was going to ‘rock my world’. We exchanged more pictures, and I could feel my cock hardening in my briefs and my asshole twitching. His cock was thick, veiny and uncut, and as huge as it had looked through his shorts, and his body looked sexier in every picture. I was horny, and he had me hooked. I tapped on the partition and told the cab driver that I had changed my mind, and had a new destination. As soon as we were clear of the traffic trying to get on the bridge, I was at this guy's apartment in less than ten minutes. I had slight butterflies in my stomach as I paid the taxi and climbed out. He buzzed me in as soon as I rang the bell, and I climbed the dingy, narrow stairs up to his apartment. He was waiting for me in the doorway, looking even better than his pictures. His body was solid muscle, and his tattooed arms stretched the sleeves of his white teeshirt to the limit. He had a shaved head and a few days worth of stubble on his jaw. He smiled warmly and led me into the dim apartment. In the living room he had some porn playing silently on his tv. He sat me down on the couch and offered me a drink while I got comfortable and relaxed. I said sure, and he disappeared into the kitchen to prepare one for me. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. He placed the drink on the table in front of me and sat down right next to me with his. We clinked glasses and I tried to calm my nerves with a big swallow of my drink. He ran his big, strong hands across my chest, pulling my tie out of the collar of my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I could feel my whole body relaxing as he massaged my shoulders and chest, gradually unbuttoning my shirt until it was open to the waist. His touch was making me so horny I could barely stand it! I took another gulp of my drink, and before I knew it I had drained the glass. I relaxed more and more as his hands explored my body. Before I knew what was happening, he was slipping my shirt down off my shoulders and helping me out of it. The room was spinning around me as he rubbed his hands all over me, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. He helped me stand up so that he could pull my pants down. When I tried to step out of them I stumbled and he had to catch my arm to keep me from falling over. I couldn't focus on anything, and I could barely nod when I heard him saying 'we had better get you to bed'. I had never felt this out of it before! He half guided, half carried me down the hall into the dark bedroom and lay me down on the bed. As I lay there with the room spinning around me, I felt him lift my arms above my head and wrap something around my wrists. I was totally spaced out, lying there on the bed. I felt like I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. After I don’t know how long, I felt him climb on top of me. He had stripped off his jeans and teeshirt, and was straddling my chest naked. His bulky body forced my shoulders down into the mattress. He slapped his hard cock across my face, pulling my mouth open and pushing the leaking head of his uncut monster cock towards the back of my throat. The awkward angle made me gag almost immediately but he still grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper down my throat. When I panicked and tried to push him away, I realized that my arms were bound above my head. It felt like they were tied to the headboard. I was freaking out in my head, but I couldn't move my body enough to try to throw him off of me. After I had gagged and choked on his dick for a while he climbed off of me and I could feel him spreading my legs. His fingers forced their way into my tight asshole. I groaned and tried to move away but I was too weak and my body refused to obey. He kept pushing them into me, stretching my hole. I felt him push something up into me, and it was like he squirted something inside of me to lube up my hole. Before long I started to feel a hot sensation spreading through my entire body, like it was flowing in waves from my ass. I groaned again. He laughed as he lifted my legs up and held them to my chest with one of his strong hands wrapped around my ankles. I tried to pull away again but it was no use, I felt like I had no control over any part of my body. I could feel the tip of his bare cock pressing insistently against my hole. He had me pinned to the bed, and his strong hips slowly forced it into me. I tried to scream as his raw cock ripped through my tight asshole, but all I could do was whimper. I could feel his low hanging balls slap against my ass as he bottomed out and started to fuck me. I must have backed out, because the next thing I remember I was lying on my stomach. I could still feel a huge cock in my ass but as my consciousness returned I realized that I was moaning in pleasure and grinding my hips, slamming my ass back against each thrust like I was in heat. It was like I was possessed! My mind was still foggy, but my dick had taken over control! I could hear myself begging for more cock, and to be fucked harder! My hands had been untied, and I was jerking on my leaking cock as he pounded my ass. I kept slipping in and out of awareness, but no matter how many times I woke up, I was always aware of the big cock in my asshole, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being. The lights of the room seemed to have gotten brighter, and they hurt my eyes and made it hard to focus. It was like I was hearing voices, but I was too disoriented to make out what they were saying. I have no idea how long all this went on. I have a vague memory of being helped to a cab and giving the driver my address, and then being helped up the stairs to my own apartment. When I finally woke up, I felt like I was in the midst of the worst hangover of my life. My head was pounding, my mouth was bone dry, and as soon as I rolled over on my bed I could feel a dull aching in my ass. I stumbled into the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water and try to clear my head. I walked back into the bedroom and noticed my laptop open on the side of my bed. I sure didn't remember leaving it there... When I tapped the trackpad, it woke up and displayed an XTube video page. I was about to close the browser window when I froze. The thumbnail preview image looked like me! The videos title was "SLUTTY TWINK GETS BRED AND GETS HIS HOLE WRECKED BY FOUR HUNG THUGS". Wait, what? I clicked play and watched, dumbfounded. It was me alright. My eyes were open wide but totally unfocused as I lay there on my stomach with a huge, muscular man climbing on top of me and shoving his huge, veiny, bare cock deep into my ass. The camera panned around as he groaned and you could hear the camera man laughing nastily and saying 'Breed that twink cunt, bro! Knock the fucker up!' I could hear my own voice groaning -- and begging! I was begging for more cock! I was panting and screaming and saying 'Harder! Fuck me harder! Please!' I was in shock. I sank down onto the bed, sitting in front of my laptop with my mouth hanging open. What the fuck had I done last night? What had happened to me? The video kept on playing, showing a close-up of the thick cock as it pounded my ass. My asshole looked like it was stretched to the limit around the thick shaft. I could hear the man fucking me groaning and he started to slam my ass even harder. The camera zoomed in even more as he pulled his cock out of my ass and what looked like a gallon of thick, creamy sperm poured out of my gaping pink hole. What I saw next made me jump up off the bed and run over to the mirror on my bedroom door. The man's hand had grabbed a marker from the mattress and drawn a line on my ass. A line just a few inches long, next to two other lines just like it. When I pulled down my pants and looked at my butt in the mirror, I felt sick. Six. Four lines, plus another drawn diagonally through them, plus one more. There was also something scrawled on my back but I couldn't exactly read it in the mirror with my head in that dazed condition. I walked slowly over to the laptop on the bed, where the video was still playing. Now I saw myself getting fucked doggy style by a big black guy whose face was blurred out by a block of pixels, and whose body looked twice the size of mine. He smacked my ass hard as he fucked me, and the look on my face was one of pure animal pleasure. The camera zoomed in on his cock in my ass, and I could read the words 'CUM DUMP' printed across my lower back in thick black marker. I grabbed my phone and tried to look up where I had ended up last night, but when I opened up Grindr I saw that the entire history, all of my chats had disappeared -- been cleared out. The groaning, grunting noises coming from my laptops speakers pulled my attention back to the screen as the black guy fucking me pulled his glistening, sperm lubed cock out of my ass, and, holding my ass spread with one hand, squirted his load directly into my gaping hole, only to add the fourth line to the tally on my ass and be quickly replaced by another raw cock, shoved into my ass without any pause or warning. I could hear the cameramen ask 'You like those raw dicks up your ass boy?'. In my head I screamed NO, but in the video I heard myself moaning 'Yes sir!'. 'You like getting bred boy? You want us to knock you up?' NO! 'Uh, yes, please! I want that cum in my ass!' 'Good boy!' How had this video ended up online? The thought froze me to my core -- my face was flashing across the Internet, begging for raw cock! Who knows who could already have seen it? When I tried to look at the profile of the person who uploaded the movie, it turned out to be blank with no information. The username was just a string of random numbers. 'I think he's ready, want to give him a try?' I switched back to the window where the video was playing. I was shown from behind, being positioned on top of the muscular guy whose body I recognized from the photos he had sent me last night, but whose face was blurred out. There was another close-up shot of his cock slipping into my sloppy, cum filled asshole. As soon as I had slid down to the base of his long cock, another guy climbed onto the bed. I gasped in unison with my video self as he lined his cock up against my already occupied hole, grabbed my hips, and forced his cock all the way into me along with the other one. From the sounds I was making in the video, it was a pretty tight fit. Just seeing that part of the video made my poor asshole throb. My screaming and moaning slowly turned to cries of pure pleasure -- it was like having those two cocks ripping my asshole wide open had made me loose my mind! It sure didn't take long for the guys fucking me to loose it, either. The feeling of their cocks rubbing together, stuffed into my straining ass and lubed up with four loads of sperm didn't take long to make them cum. I could tell because they just held me in place and literally fucked their cum into me. The video cut to me lying on my back on the bed with a dazed expression on my face, with my legs being lifted and spread apart with strong, anonymous hands. Another set of hands rubbed my chest. The final set of hands were rubbing my ass. You could see how tender and pink it was as the fingers of that hand played with the swollen lips and collected some of the cum leaking out of me. When he had a good load dripping from his fingers, he brought them up to my mouth for me to lick clean. My eyes unfocused, I did it without any hesitation, cleaning every last drop off his hand with my tongue. He moved his hand back to my ass, shoving three thick fingers up into me. In the video, I groaned and grabbed my own dick, stroking it wildly. 'Do you think you can take my fist, boy?' He asked me. 'Make me take it!' My own voice slurred like I was drunk or high. He worked another finger into my ass, pushing his hand in knuckle deep and twisting it around in my stretched out hole. The hand that had been stroking my chest now brought a small brown bottle up to my nose, holding it there until I inhaled deeply. As I did, my ass must have spasmed, because that's all it took for his thumb to force its way in. I sat there frozen as I watched his big hand disappear in my ass up to the wrist. In the video, my cock was still semi hard and oozing precum. I realized that it had been the hard and leaking the whole time I had been watching the video, as well. On screen, my ass was being abused as he punched his fist into me over and over, stretching my hole to the absolute limit. I was given another round of the poppers to inhale and I just lost if. My whole body shook as I groaned and squirted a huge load of cum from my cock. I whimpered and moaned, and it seemed like I came for almost a minute straight. When I was done, the hand was pulled from my ass with a loud slurping plop, and the camera zoomed in on my gaping hole. As the screen faded to black, you could hear the cameraman's voice asking me 'Did you like that?' 'Yes...' The video ended. I didn't know what to do. My head was still foggy and spinning. All I could think of was clicking back to the beginning and watching again. So I did. And this time I pulled out my cock and started to stroke while I watched.

I went out down to my local fetish bar at the weekend. I'd agreed to meet a mate there in rubber, so I wore rubber jeans and t-shirt. I am a safe (mainly) leather top usually, but had been getting into rubber more and more. We met up and had a few drinks and chatted. After a while I went for a wander around the dark area looking for a boi to abuse, where my dick suddenly firmed up when I saw a rubber daddy in waders chaps and jacket leading a slave off into the smoking area. I followed them and looked on as the daddy installed his will on the slave, and had him hooked up into a sling in no time. The daddy saw me and ushered me in towards the sling to fuck his slave. I said "I don't do raw" and the daddy smiled and handed me some water. After a few mouthfuls I was beginning to feel strange yet horny and before I knew it, I was positioning myself at the slave's hole ready to fuck him. As I began thrusting in and out I felt a finger probe my gradually dilating hole, and the daddy whispered to me about my "hot tight hole." I was starting to lose myself and found the daddy starting to line his cock up at my hole, which was betraying me and begging to be filled. As I came in the slave's hole, I slumped over and kissed his hooded head. All the time this was happening, my own hole was being violated but I was beginning to not mind. My ass had never been used in this way and slowly wanted more and more. The daddy removed the slave from the sling and told me to hop in. Now I was hungry for this daddy to take me and become his slave. As I laid down, he strapped me in and said "One final touch" before placing a collar around my neck. I had never been so horny, and, presumably due to whatever was in the water, was beginning to turn into a slut. "Yep, you're hot boy. I know what you need" and he started to fuck me again. I was flying at this point. Then the daddy leaned towards my ear and told me "I'm going to make you mine, boy, but that ass suggests you need using." I just nodded and kept saying "Yes! Yes! You're the first to have me raw." All the slutty things I was saying seemed to drive him on. I can't recall exactly how much longer I spent in that sling, but I awoke in a cage a few hours later, this time I was leashed to a hook. I struggled but movement was limited, and there was a dogbowl which had water in it in the cage, but after I drank it, I settled down and relaxed. As the daddy entered the room, he was in a full rubber suit, and carrying another one for me to wear. He summoned me to his feet from the cage and helped me out of my own gear into the full suit. Soon I was getting hard from seeing the two of us in the suits and he produced a pair of hoods for us to wear. Soon we were like a pair of rubber clones. He secured the collar back around my neck and tugged at the lead for me to move, gradually leading me to his sling in the corner of the room. I was no longer caring how long I'd been there or what was my destiny. As I hopped into the sling, the daddy strapped me in, and placed mittens on my hands. I now just looked like a rubber thing to be used. "It takes a certain kind of pig to get me interested slave" he said, as was adjusting the height, "and you, whether you like it or not, are going to become MY pig, but to do that you are going to be bred to my specification." I felt the zip in the suit ass area begin to be unzipped, and flashes of worry mixed with horniness had me giddy. "To be my boy, you need my seed running through your veins, my toxic seed will bend you to my will, change you and your outlook boy." I was feeling his fingers at my hole, knowing that I had been chosen to serve this rubber daddy was making me moan with pleasure, obliterating the common sense of the reality, that this rubbered god was going to poz me and own me. As he begun to fuck me harder, I knew that this was my destiny. Flying on poppers and chemmed drink, the rubber pig I had in my mind began to unleash itself and take over me, making me feel like this was my purpose. "Get ready pig, here comes your future." He grunted as he came up me, his seed seemingly flowing endlessly into me. He gasped as he emptied the last of his load in my ass, and stayed in there as he slumped over and caught his breath. I whispered "Thank you" as he pulled out. He kissed me and smiled as he said "This is your new life pig. I wanted a new toxic rubber boy, and soon you'll be one." I was elated - and exhausted. Inside me something had broken, now all there was in there now was a desire to serve my daddy and make him proud. Come Sunday evening, I was well and truly fucked. A one-time safe neg boy, now finding himself sliding towards toxic piggery. As the evening began to draw in, daddy took me into his playroom and had me dress up in an assless rubber wrestling singlet. When I thought that would be that, he mentioned he'd been in contact with some other rubber pigs who he wanted to come over and train me up to be their cumdump, and that the wrestling suit will allow them all to get their loads in me. I smiled, as I knew a part of me died and was reborn. Serving a rubber daddy and being used for his pleasure would be the perfect way to erase my previous existence. To thank him, I fell to my knees and began to suck on the cock that had changed my priorities. Things change. It had been five months since I'd become the property of my Rubberpigdad. After a short illness, I had an HIV test and it came back positive. My initial devastation wasn't as much as I thought it would be. Becoming poz felt right. I walked out of the clinic with a hard on. Daylight was a random affair. I had begun to wear rubber all the time as he commanded, and it was only a matter of time before it would become untenable to keep it a secret under my workclothes. I had become used to the plugs Rubberpigdad would use to keep the cum up my hole too, and realising that my normal life was no longer an option, I decided to take him up on the offer and submit fully to him 24/7. To be permanently collared and rubbered at his disposal. Fortunately he worked mostly from home and so would regularly breed me. I'd basically become his slave/ boy/ pig whatever and was happy to serve him. That weekend, Rubberpigdad said he'd wanted me to pass on the baton. I was stoked up. I'd been told to not wank or cum - which seeing as I had a CBT device on my cock, I couldn't really do anyway, and to wear my tightest suit. As I'd been muscling up to Rubberpigdad's specifications, the suit fitted me like a skin substitute, making me feel incredible. Like some human sex toy with muscles showing in the tight shiny black material. I hooded up, and was completely rubbered from head to toe. As midnight neared, Rubberpigdad and I drove into town to that bar where I first met him. The bar was full of hot guys in leather and rubber. I could visualise what some of these guys looked like out of gear, and the thought that they had succumb to their fantasies - which I had done - caused me to get hard. Rubberpigdad lead me into the club on a leash and guys stared at as. Some in fear. Some in awe. We sat at the bar, and Rubberpigdad told me of his plans for the evening. "You need a brother, boy" I was intrigued "I want you to select who will become your pigbrother and my second slave, when you have chosen, we will take him and you will spend however long it takes to make him poz and bring him into the family." Once upon a time I would've been horrified at such a thing, but tonight I was licking my lips at the challenge and desperate to please my owner.

Let's just file this one under fiction, okay? 'Cause I'd die if people knew what happened to me. I guess it all started a few weeks ago. I was on a4a and received a message from a hot hung dude. Let's call him Tommy. In my entire life I had never before seen so stunningly gorgeous a man, and his dick was perfection. Then I read his status: poz. Although he was amazingly good looking, I thought about it, and held-off on responding to his message. A couple of days later he messaged me again and asked if I was his type. I didn't want to be rude, so I told him I thought he was hot but I don't play with poz guys. Well, to make a long story short, he made an interesting proposition that was hard to ignore. Or maybe I couldn't ignore it because I was hard? Ehh .. who knows. To make a long story short, he ended up at my place and his dick was starting to enter me. In all honesty I was a little freaked out: a poz dick was about to enter my hole. This was definitely a first. But, I remembered Tommy's assurance that he would only 'shallow fuck' me and this was very safe. His plan was to very slowly work his fat dick into my hole and then very slowly and very gently fuck me with just the tip of his massive cock. He explained to me that it could feel better than being fucked hard and deep because all of the sensations are magnified when the top goes slow. And damn, was he right! Not only was his cock the biggest I had ever had in my ass, he also entered my ass more slowly than any big cock had ever fucked me before. When we started, I honestly thought it would hurt like hell, but he used a massive amount of lube and, true to his word, was very gentle. The problem was that it felt way to good. He didn't need to ask me. I'm sure my moans told him all he needed to hear. "How's that feeling?" he whispered into my ear. All I could do was answer with more moans and gasps. "Okay," he said, "we should probably stop now. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then, he stopped and withdrew. Almost involuntarily I found myself pleading "Please, put it back in!" He kissed the back of my neck and replied "Gosh, I love fucking your hot bubble butt, but, I'm liking it too much," adding as he rubbed my crack with his cock, "and I'm worry you will like it too much and that I'll turn you into a chaser." I just wanted to get fucked more. II heard about bug chasers before. Those were stupid crazy people. I'm not one of them. "Please just a little more,"I pleaded. Tommy complied, saying "Okay, but I have to go just a little deeper. If I don't, I might pop out; the real difficulty is in the penetration. I have to make sure that I stay in your hole." That kinda made sense, I reasoned. I felt him slide it back in. Oh God! It felt beyond fantastic. My ass was stretching wide, but it didn't burn like most tops make me feel. "Fuck, that's deep!" I shrieked. Tommy assured me that it was only half-way in. "You're taking it well." And the brief painful jabbing sensation I had just felt was immediately replaced by a warm pleasant sensation. His pace was much quicker than the slow shallow strokes with which he had started. Now each stroke was more forceful, and brought me even more intense pleasure. Tommy whispered into my ear, "we should probably stop soon before I lose control. Unless you want a load of poz cum deep inside you." He drove his cock deeper into me as if to emphasize how far he was invading my hole at that point. The rational part of my brain told me that I needed to stop, but, it felt so wonderful. My orgasm was building. And I didn't want the pleasure to stop. All I could do was moan in response. Tommy tried to remind me that I was making a bad decision. "I can tell you're loving this, but, if you don't tell me to stop, I'll blast my poz cum inside your ass. Is that what you really want?" He then picked up his pace as if he knew the answer I couldn't say aloud. Oh my god. Why didn't I say stop? Was it because it felt amazing? Or did I maybe want a poz load in me? Wait, am I a bug chaser? Tommy was pounding me hard and deep now. I felt his balls slap against my taint. The sensations were overwhelming. I couldn't think straight. No, I'm not a bug chaser. But, fuck .. it felt so good! I just wanted him to keep fucking me. That's all. When I heard my voice demand he 'Fuck me', somehow it seemed like someone else had given the order. He paused for a moment. "Oh, you love this big dick inside you huh?" Why was he teasing me now. "Yes, fuck me!" I blurted out. My orgasm was so close. I needed him to continue. I pulled at his legs to show the urgency I felt. He slowly resumed pace and gave me one final warning "this big poz dick is gonna give you AIDS," as his pace picked-up. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He was assailing my hole. I felt my balls tighten and I could feel his dick grow tight. My hole was being destroyed with each thrust, but I couldn't let it end. I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth as I started to jerk my cock, "I don't care! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was so close to cumming. A voice in the back of my head was telling me "you're becoming a chaser." Or wait, did Tommy say that? I couldn't think clearly. But, all I could say before I came was "shoot your poz cum in me! Give me AIDS!" I felt a his cock twitch and pumping, and even as he did, another voice in the back of my head was telling me 'he's shooting poz cum into your ass'. And I didn't care. In fact, I loved it and blurted out "Yes! Fuck yes!" just as I shot my own load into my stomach. I could still feel Tommy pulsating inside my as as I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. Tommy collapsed beside me. As the seconds passed I came to reality. Holy shit, what I had I done?

My boy and I had moved in together a few months ago, and we were celebrating our one-year anniversary. We discussed a few ways of blowing off some steam and having a party, maybe a nice dinner, going out clubbing, something out of the ordinary. Secretly, I made reservations at the swankiest restaurant downtown. I was planning on meeting him at home after work, and surprising him. I told him to be home and ready for a little fun at 6:30PM sharp. That would give us enough time to fool around, shower, change, and get downtown by 8:30PM. He winked at me and told me to expect a bit of a surprise as well. It was a long day at work, and I kept watching the clock as the time approached for me to leave. I couldn’t focus on my job, so I left a few minutes early. When I got home, I saw my boy’s car in the driveway, but there was a second car in the driveway. A car I didn't recognize. I went to unlock the door, and found it slightly ajar. I knew he had planned something, so I wasn’t shocked when I heard sex noises from our bedroom, or when I saw the trail of clothes on the floor leading in that direction. I was a bit curious when I saw a red jockstrap. I’d never seen my boy wear one before, and certainly not a red one. And we had porn and a TV in the bedroom, so I thought he might be warming up with a video. After all, I was home a few minutes early. I stripped to my underwear and approached our bedroom. I pushed the door to the bedroom open and my jaw dropped. There was my boy, on his back, bare naked, with a muscle stud daddy, who was wearing only a tight tank top, pounding his ass. The daddy heard the door creak and nodded at me. ‘You want some of this,’ he asked. My boy and I had talked about spicing things up, but I didn’t realize that this would be his surprise. I was also taken aback when the muscle daddy pulled his throbbing manhood out of my boy’s ass and I saw that they had been fucking bareback. I had assumed that daddy meant to share my boy’s hole with me, and my boy seemed eager, so I stripped off my underwear. Daddy oinked approval at my tight body and pulled me towards him with my dick. He leaned in and kissed me. I figured he would guide my dick into my boy’s hole, but he took the breath out of me when he shoved me down onto the mattress. He spit on my ass and spread my cheeks. Without lube or a condom, he drove his thick tool into me. I gasped for air as he started pounding me, and my boy leaned over to kiss me. Daddy pulled out and shoved his dick back into my boy. I rolled over onto my back, matching my boy’s position. Looking up at daddy’s heaving chest, I realized that his tanktop was mesh, and sort of see-through. I loved that his burly mass of hair was forcing its way out of the neck and armholes, and I could make out his pecs and nipples through the shirt. I could see he had a tattoo on his left pec but couldn’t make it out. Something tribal, I supposed. My boy moaned and whimpered as this stranger pounded his ass. His hard dick was bouncing everywhere as daddy pounded away. I wrapped my hand around his cock and let him fuck my fist while he squirmed on daddy’s cock. My sexy bottom boy was getting close. Daddy pulled out and lined his glistening pole up to my boy’s cock. When my boy started to cum, it all landed along that thick daddy dick. Daddy chuckled as he lined up that cummy cock with my ass. ‘You gonna take his last clean load!” I was puzzled, but that didn’t stop me from giving over to pleasure and taking that dick all the way. Daddy kept fucking and as his pace quickened, his body started dripping sweat onto me. My boy rolled over on top of me and kissed me hard as daddy paused to remove his tank. He kept plowing hard until he announced, “I’m gonna cum! Gonna breed your hole!” I wanted to see his face as he shot his load into my ass, and I started cumming, without touching myself, as my boy rolled onto my side and the wind was knocked out of me when I saw that his pec tattoo was a biohazard symbol! I had just taken my first POZ load! I was stunned as daddy wiped his cock on my ass and unceremoniously left. My boy grinned at me as he fingered some seed out of my leaking ass and into his own. “Did I just take a POZ load,” I asked him. “Probably. I took his first load before you got here. Was thinking I’d get his second load too, but you got home early.” I just gawked at him. How could he set me up like this, on our anniversary no less??? I tried to remain calm, but I was feeling sick inside. “So, we’re just gonna take POZ cum without discussing it, and then go to dinner like a happy couple,” I asked. “No. I cancelled the reservations, babe… We’re gonna stay here all night and take dick. No questions asked.” I was flabbergasted, but that didn’t stop my cock from hardening again. He continued, “You said you wanted to spice things up. How’s that for spicy? I placed an ad online a few days ago. I’ve lined up about ten tops to come over and breed us.” He reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed his phone. He pulled up an ad on C*****list, and showed me: TWO HEALTHY GUYS LOOKING FOR A CHANGE. BREED US BOTH. TAKING ALL LOADS. DOOR UNLOCKED. PUMP AND DUMP. THIS IS FOR REAL. ***-***-****. TEXT FOR DIRECTIONS AND TIMES. As I read I, I couldn’t stop my cock from straining to full hardness. Just then, the phone buzzed and I heard a car engine stop outside. “Looks like our next top is here. Happy anniversary, my darling.” He kissed me and assumed the position, ass up, with the sound of footsteps down the hall. I lined up beside him and kissed him hard as I felt a warm hard cock press against my ass.

I am a college dude who has been through a lot sexually, so I am just posting things i have done before and experiences that still make me cum to this day. The first time I decided to fuck a guy, and i say that because i was used when i was really young, was when i was just legal. But I remember that day so well, i was helping my cousin clean because he worked at a hair salon. He needed it clean for the week so i helped him that night. It was a Sunday evening and i lived with my grandparents at the time in a 2 bedroom house with the two rooms next to each other. I was just starting to experiment with my sexuality and decided that craigslist was a great place to find a dude who might be interested. I mean at the time i thought who would go for a young naive boy begging to be fucked. I havent had sex at all since the indecent that happened at a young age. So i start emailing guys who i thought maybe would respond. I even sent my nudies out to who ever asked. I had a picture of my shaved dick, and a picture of the wooden plunger we had in the bathroom stuck up my ass. I didnt care what fucked me i was just a horny little teen, So a guy who was in his mid twenties emailed me back and he had a massive dick. He send me a pic of it and it was the width of a redbull can and at least 9" if not bigger. He asked if i could host but at the time i didnt understand what he meant. So i said yeah, and figured it was my address. i was still not home though. Eventually he kept blowing up my phone to see if we were still meeting up. I was so nervous because i didnt know how to bring him in my room without waking up anybody. I decided i didnt care so i just let him in and came into the room. He was a lean dude but average around the waist nothing special, until he tool out his dick and made me suck it to the base. I told him he needed to stay quiet but he didnt care he just kept forcing my head all the way down and i kept gaging. The adrenaline was intense because he gave me no chance to breathe, i enjoyed his dominance. He then flipped me over and began eating out my ass. i have never felt a better and more intense euphoria in my life so i gave up my little boy cunt up like nothing. I began to talk dirty and telling him anything he wanted to hear. He gets up and sticks his dick back in my mouth, he then told me that if its not wet enough its only gonna hurt more so suck it up. At that point he grabbed my head and stuck his dick past my gag reflex and deep in my through. He kept it there for a while and i thought i was gonna die of asphyxiation, i even squirmed. He took his dick out and put me on all fours. His dick was wet with slobber and i didnt care anymore. He took the tip and began playing with my hole, at that moment i knew he wasnt gonna use a rubber, and i felt a rush of ecstasy with that thought. I just wanted him to fuck me. I looked at him back and then he Ramed his dick in, oh how i wanted to scream hard! i knew i couldnt scream and so did he because people were sleeping. But boy did it hurt, he just kept going all the way in and all the way out. I swear i felt a small tear inside but i didnt care. i wanted to feel owned. I just rememeber he kept fucking harder and harder, slapping my head from behind. He told me boys are meant to be on all fours and that i will remember that. Then all i felt right after was something running down my leg and ass, even though he hadnt pulled out yet. I knew he came in me, and it was a lot because once he pulled out there was a puddle of cum visible right where my ass was. He pushed me back on all fours and told me not to spill his cum from my ass. then he left. I stayed with my ass up all night playing with his cum as lube. I knew then that i was a corrupt little boy.

Bit of an odd kink, I know, but I've seen it a couple of times in cartoons. To clarify, the bottom is wearing a condom on his dick, but is getting fucked raw. Obviously the condom is useless in this situation, and that's what makes it transgressive. It turns a symbol of safety into a display of senseless risk. There's also a possible element of dom/sub to it, in that the top can spill seed but the bottom can only receive it. Anyone seen or heard of anything like that?

Hello guys! I'm new here. Any barebackers in Philly to meet up? )

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.

Just got back from a breakfast meeting. I excused myself during to use the restroom. Inside, one of the kitchen staff taking a piss. Hot, bearded, tatted little otter shaking off a massive piece. I winked when I stepped up to the urinal beside him. He started stroking himself stiff. I reached over, fingered a drop of piss off his head and licked my finger clean. He grabbed my neck and pushed me down on him. I wetted him up and he pushed me towards a cleaning closet. He found his keys unlocked it. With me straddling the mop bucket, he spat on my hole and forced himself in. He fucked the hell out of me, noisey, rough and brutal, just like I love a quick load catch. One of my co-workers walked into the bathroom right when he was about to cum. My top otter bit my back as he loaded me. I heard the door close as I felt his cock pulsing jets in me. We zipped up. He went to the kitchen and I back to my table. Less than 10 minutes and I was happier and dripping a thick load.

Been on vacation and knew it was time to go crazy.I've been putting out ads on BBRT and Craigslist. It's paying off. I took the biggest cock I've ever seen and his load matched his size.. I'm sor today but looking for more loads. So,I will probably(hopefully)have load stories nightly

Ah.....you just beat me to posting the Church Buddy vid :-) It's fucking hot!

Church Buddy Gets Tag Teamed My church buddy is back. He was on his way again and I was able to get my 2***********big picked buddy to help me with this tag team. Love this bottoms furry hole. He take cock and cum like a champion. My top buddy dumps a huge load in the bottom and I use it as lube. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=mDxCm-G407-

CHAPTER 7: Cod: I couldn't tell you what time it was or how long I had been asleep, but I woke as soon as I felt his cock probing my ass cheeks. As I was coming too, I realized that this morning it was my Dad who woke up horny and felt his body spooning mine, his hard cock desperately trying to enter his son’s warm, tight hole. I knew one of us would probably wake up horny, my ass still full of his cum, I lifted my leg slightly and permitted my Father to easily slip his hard fat cock into me. He pushed and the large mushroom head made a little pop and entered my hole. Once again my father’s bare cock penetrated my fuck hole. We both murmured lightly as his cock became completely emerged in my ass; slowly he began the motions of fucking me. As his hips moved back and forth against me, his cock slipped gently in and out of my ass. I reached back and pulled his ass tight to my body, wanting to feel every bit of his cock deep inside me. Dad wasn’t small by any means, and when we fucked, it made me feel so tight and full; it reminded me of Todd. Soon his rhythm began to hasten as we both became lost in our lust. My own cock was tight with blood as my right hand stroked beneath the sheets. I remember all those times Todd fucked me and I needed more, so I pushed firmly back on his cock sending it deep into my ass which made us both grunt with pleasure. And then it happened, my Father became like an animal, as he began to fuck with intent, like he was on a mission, Todd was like that too after he found out he was positive. He began pushing me so hard that I almost fell off the bed, but he grabbed me with his strong hands around the waist and pulled me into him sending his cock even further into my ass. "OH shit Dad, fuck me .... ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck ...... that feels fucking great. Yea fuck me fuck me come on shove that cock inside me harder,.... harder,...... HARDER......" I was lost in our sex as my Dad continued the assault on my ass. “Yeah baby boy… you’re gonna get it alright, I’m gonna breed you deep and give IT to you, uhhhh”, he groaned, stressing the word “IT” again. He pulled me up on all fours to fuck me like a dog, Dad seemed intent on giving me the fucking ride of my life. He was really fucking me wildly now, shoving his cock so deep inside my ass each time and pulling it out all the way. Then with perfect aim, ramming it back into my hole and then fucking me deep, his own body inhibiting him from going further. "Fuck me, fuck me ......Yea shove your bare cock inside me Dad, please..." I was not a quiet fuck by any means. Having Dad’s hard cock up my ass caused me to want his cum even more than normal. I still remember after Todd told me he was hiv+, he was so worried, he couldn’t believe I still wanted his cum. I didn’t care if he was positive, I loved his cock and his cum, he got over it quickly once he realized I was ok with him. My father's cock was expanding quickly in my ass and his rhythm quickly increased, I knew his cum was going to fill me again soon; he reached under my heaving body and grab a hold of my hard cock. It was wet with pre-cum that had been leaking out of me like a faucet. My body was being gratified in so many ways I knew my cock would go off at any second if he didn't stop soon. "Dad,… uhhhh… oh fuuck… oh that feels great, but I am going to cum if you don't stop that RIGHT NOW! He removed his hand, now covered in pre-cum and brought it to my lips. I licked my own wet secretion he offered with gusto, hungry for sex of any kind, and the fluids from a man. He kissed my neck and then moved back so he could focus on breeding me. My own father, fucking me, again he accelerated his pumping of my ass with his hips slamming into me. Then it happened, his groaning, I felt his cock surge with blood and cum as it quickly expanded in my ass. I knew he was filling me with another load of his cum, I couldn’t get enough. Dad: Once again, hot morning sex with my boy taking my bare cock and soon another big load of my spunk; I loved him so much. All I could think about though is how much I needed to breed him and how much I wanted to convert him. I wanted a positive result when we get tested tomorrow, and I want him to know how he got it. I was relaying all the details, of sex with son, to Sam as his bare poz cock was slowly going in and out of my hole. “That’s. So. Fucking. Hot. Mark,”, punctuating every word, “…it sounds like you’re really into it now, “Yeah, I am”, “Good. It’s very likely you’re hiv+ considering how much poz cum you’ve been taking”. Sam was right for the last 2 weeks he had fucked me nearly every day and once in a while I’d get two loads from him. He had been off meds for over a month, nearly two I thought, and we both knew the chances of me being infected with his strain was very likely. I love bare cock, I love cum, and the idea of risky bareback sex with an unmedicated hiv+ man makes me leak like a faucet. If being a cum slut means being hiv+ then I was going to face it head on, and Sam was my willing enabler. When Sam fucked me we were ironclad focused on him filling me up with his cum. The only time I was more focused and horny was when I was fucking and breeding my own flesh and blood; I was resolved, Cod, was going to be hiv+ and I was going to be the man who infects him. “Uhhhhhh … uhhhhh… fuck, gonna fucking load you up again Mark”, I could feel every vein, every inch of Sam’s cock and he was fucking in a nice, smooth rhythm, not the usual rough breeding he gives me, much like the one I gave Cod this morning, this was sex and not just a fuck. Sam wanted me poz but we cared about each other, too. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…. CUMMMMMMING, take my load Maa…. “ and he started to dump another poz load into me. It must have been a huge load, he leaned over onto my back, covered in sweat, and kept his cock inside me as he tried to catch his breathe. I don’t know what it was but when Sam breeds me, it so intense. “Fuck Sam, that was so hot… “, “..it always is”, he said between gasps. I was so fucking turned on, I might have to fuck Cod again as soon as I get home, but I really wanted his cock in me, hopefully Cod would help Sam’s cum do the trick if it hasn’t already. Cod: Dad had gone out for a bit and got back just as I had fixed dinner, he seemed different, it was obvious he was in a good mood (more so than normal), he grabbed me and kissed me deeply as he entered the house. “I made dinner, hope you’re hungry,”, “I am”, and he grabbed me and we starting making out. Before I could think Dad was stripping my clothes off, and I was his, we both naked quickly and he dropped to his knees and starting suck my cock. “uhhhhh…. Dad … oh yes,… suck me”, I loved being sucked, Todd used to suck me off sometimes when he wasn’t breeding me and I always loved it. “Dad you’re … ohhhh fuck that feels so good, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop doing that,”, Dad quickly stood up, kissed me again, and led me to our bedroom. Dad laid on the bed on his stomach, ass exposed, “You want you cock… ehhh Dad”, “Yes baby boy, I need another load of my son’s cum in me. He got on all fours like I was earlier and I grabbed at his ass, “Hang on let me get lube…”, “… you don’t need any,… get over here and fuck me!”, he barked. I had never heard this kind of urgency from my own father, my cock jumped a bit, “ok”, I thought and climbed on the bed. “So Daddy needs his boy’s cum does he?”, I said in a deeper tone trying to imitate him a bit, I was so horny right now I’d gladly give it to him. My cock slid in much easier than you might expect, he was right I didn’t need lube, he was already slick inside, “Did you plan this and pre-lube your ass?”, “You’re feeling Sam’s cum, babe”, “Huh?” Then I remembered Dad telling me about Sam, his running partner,… so now Sam was breeding my Dad huh? It was actually fucking hot as I thought about it, knowing I was sliding my cock in and feeling another guy’s warm sperm, it happened like that only once or twice in college; it felt pervy and hot all at the same time. I was very turned on and Dad’s cum filled ass was just egging me, I picked up the pace. “That’s right baby boy, breed your old man.. really fucking give it to me, push Sam’s cum deeper into me.”, “uhhhhh uhhhh… “ I groaned and really got into it, I could feel my balls smacking against my Dad’s ass as I imagined him on his back, legs up taking Sam’s bare cock and what seemed like a huge amount of his cum. I looked down and could see some of the cum on my cock and slammed back into my Dad harder, each time trying to do what he asked and force the cum deeper into his tight but well used ass. “Give it to me … add your cum to his, fuck me, breed me”, he really wanted it bad, I was so close. “Yes, Dad… gonna breed….” I could feel my nuts tightening up and I knew my Dad was about to get another very big load of sperm. My rhythm quickened and I pumped harder, using his ass, to get off. I felt my load rising up through my cock, I knew I was about to nut and, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk, Daddddd!” and my load came shooting out inside him.

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

CHPT 16 - The Fair Begins: “FUCK ME DADDY. GIVE ME THAT CUM. FUCK MY WHITE HOLE. FUCK IT!!” I begged Teddy as I felt his hard dick push into my ass. “Yeah slut,” Teddy snarled, “Tell Daddy you want that black dick in dat pussy. Tell Daddy how the youngins gang raped that hole. Did they nutt in you? Fuck shore nuff, that pussy is dripping wet, sloppy and God damn it’s open! WHAT THE FUCK, WHY YOU RUNNING?” Even through my drug haze the skin around my hips, ass, stomach, and dick was real tender from where Carter – the gangbanger drug lord – had ripped the duct tape off me after his boys had spent the night gang raping me in their garage – the Pleasure Palace. Teddy grumbled, slid his dick out of my ass with a loud WHOOSH PLOP, edged me towards the door where he opened it just enough to let a blazing shaft of light in and let out a long whistle as he turned me so the light shown on my ass. “God damn. What did they do to you? You look like a fucking zebra. Hmmm… no…more like a bitch that probably got mouthy and paid for it huh?” I didn’t say a word as Teddy let the door slam shut, scooted me forward and as he slammed his dick back inside my ass said, “Well, don’t matter none now, cause Daddy’s turn to rape that shit.” My ass was making wet slurping sounds as I bent over as far as possible, trying to get Teddy’s dick deeper and deeper. Teddy paused, pulled me back with him a few steps, kicked a box forward, and I leaned a bit to the left and put my right foot up on the box giving Teddy a new angle to break my walls down as he slam fucked me. “PUSH THAT FUCKNG NUTT OUT, CREAM ON MY DICK, COME ON, CREAM ON THAT SHIT, GOD DAMN FUCK, FEEL YOUR PUSSY DRIPPING AND SQUIRTING. LIKE IT WHEN I BANG THOSE WALLS LIKE THAT? MAKING THAT PUSSY ORGASM DON’T IT? HERE COMES DADDY’S NUTT – OH SHIT – OH SHIT BITCH – FUCK – YEAH…OHHHH YEAH…..” I dropped my leg and my thighs cramped and shook as Teddy’s dick slid out of my torn up hole. He was breathing hard but when I asked the second time he said, “What? What do you….oh you’re a nasty slut. Yeah you can taste it, let me get a few fingers up in there and spread you open. Oh Jesus that hole is gaping. Here open your mouth, slurp this ass oyster up!” The smell of man musk, seed, dick, piss, and my own ass juice was overwhelming and the taste of the feeding so intense, but I licked Teddy’s hand clean and my ass twitched and I tried to back up on his dick. “No, get the fuck off now,” Teddy said. “I need to go take care of something. I’ll get back up in there but don’t you worry. Old Jenkins will take care of you and if you can still walk later well I’m out a dub or two and fuck not like I got the $20 to spare.” As if on cue, the door at the back opened, Teddy stepped away, mumbled voices rose and fell, then Teddy came back, slapped my ass and said, “Later,” and left. The light from outside hurt my eyes and while I rubbed them to get accustomed to the dark again I felt someone step up behind me, grab my hips, then sighed as his monster horse dick POPPED through my ass ring and slid inside my wet, sloppy hole. “PLEASE PULL IT OUT AND STICK IT BACK IN,” I begged, needing to feel that thrill of the sharp pain as my hole got wrecked. “PLEASE FUCK IT, THAT’S IT, PULL IT OUT – SLAM BACK IN – HOLY FUCK YES!!! GIVE ME YOUR CUM, GIVE ME YOUR PISS – PLEASE I NEED IT, I WANT IT!!” I cried out. Jenkins covered my mouth with his meaty paw and long dicked me stroke after stroke, deep and true to the hilt every time so that his balls slapped against my stretched skin. I was convinced his dick was longer and bigger than the gang bangers who had fucked me the night before, or they had just opened me up so much that I could offer no resistance at all. Jenkins had me bent forward, one hand clenched tight now around my face, covering my mouth and part of my nose. The other was digging into my right side as his left arm was wrapped around my lower torso and the fingers of his left hand dug into my flesh as he held me in a vise grip of fucking – his breath hot and steamy as he sounded like a big, black locomotive barreling down the tracks. I pushed back against his body as he pounded my ass, letting him know with my flesh I wanted it harder, rougher, deeper. Suddenly Jenkins released his grip, I staggered a step and got my balance, he gripped my hips and slammed me full force and I thought for sure he was spearing my intestines like a Medieval sword and I would surely not survive. Yet I did and with every thrust Jenkins stretched my guts, speared me deeper and then bellowed in lust as he pulled out and slammed back in for the final time, breeding me with a gallon of black cum. It was Jenkins’ turn to whimper and moan as his body shook and I kept moving my hips, tried to squeeze my ass, and pushed back to get more dick and more cum. Finally spent, he released his grip, his breath now harsh and ragged, and his dick slowly slid out of my ass. I was breathing hard too – fuck being a bottom is hard work! I turned to touch him, to thank him, but Jenkins had stepped back into the deep darkness and I only knew he was still in the room from the sound of him off to the side. How the fuck can he see so well? I couldn’t see shit. I jumped and yelped a little as Jenkins’ big hands found my naked body. He ran his hands and up down from my shoulders to my ass several times before pulling me against him. His body was thick, solid, and radiated heat like the Texas summer sun and in that moment of calmness I could smell his musk, his scent, and underneath cigarettes, liquor, and piss. I tried to turn around as I wanted to suck his dick so bad right then but before I could he wrapped my t-shirt in a band over my eyes, tied it tight behind my head, and began to push me to the side and forward. I started to ask what was gong but he clamped a hand over my mouth and softly whispered in my ear, “Shhhh.” A door opened, closed, and the cold tile of the hallway provided a touchstone as my head spun and I tried to focus on the echoes of our walk. This was the farthest I had been inside Cotton Bowl Stadium, only ever having made it as far as the maintenance room where I dropped the drugs and Jenkins fucked me, yet I still could not see a thing and had no idea where we were going or what we were doing. I then recalled Teddy making a deal with Jenkins and saying they had four hours, so thought maybe Jenkins was taking me to his room or something. Did he live here I wondered? No that was silly. What then? I turned my head tempted to ask, but thought better of it. I then suddenly was overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, not of what he might do or where he was taking but that I was walking around the Stadium buck ass naked, cum running down my thighs with each step – oh Jesus! Jenkins felt the goose bumps on my flesh and squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. We went through a couple more doors, Jenkins stepped away, I heard the sounds of metal, other unknown noises, then Jenkins opened my hands and placed my baggy of Tina in the left and my straw in the right. OK, he wants me fucked up, no problem. I snorted, snorted some more, snorted again, and then some more. I didn’t care, I couldn’t get enough of anything right then and knew the next two days would be busy so I had to be awake. One more snort and Jenkins roughly grabbed the baggy and straw and made a guttural sound in his throat. Displeasure or horniness? It didn’t matter because I was sure he was going to fuck me either way. This was affirmed as Jenkins corkscrewed a couple thick fingers in my hole and then the burn of a booty bump spread up to meet the high coming down. Now that’s what I was talking about! My body began to shake and quiver as the drugs coursed through my body and from the anticipation of what was to come. Jenkins pushed me back, laid me down on some sort of padded bench, leaned over my shivering body to grab my right arm and quickly wound two loops of thick metal chain around my wrist, grabbed my left arm and quickly wrapped two loops of chain around that wrist as well. A quick yank, the chain pulled tight, pinched my flesh as my wrists crossed and Jenkins walked behind my head, yanking my arms back and up. I yelped a little in surprise and Jenkins just chuckled as the sound of metal on metal and a loud SNAP echoed off the concrete block walls. Jenkins then grabbed one ankle, then the next, wrapping the cold chain around one then the other then pulled my legs back trussing me up like a Christmas ham. He must not have liked exactly how I was positioned as he easily lifted me off the bench a little, kicked it back, and plopped me back down so my ass was up and exposed and hanging off the end of the bench just a bit. As if to test out this arrangement I heard a zipper, then Jenkins sighed as he slide his dick in my ass, scraping my walls on the way. One thrust, two, he then reluctantly pulled out and walked away. The chains were biting into my flesh like a school of piranhas. I tried to twist my wrists, my ankles, but there was very little give. My efforts to get comfortable were interrupted by the sound of voices – several voices. Oh shit, who was that? I couldn’t be found like this. Jenkins would get in trouble, I could get arrested, I… “You sure he’s not jail bait?” someone asked. Huh? Jenkins just snorted and grunted, in reply. Someone else said, “God damn Jenkins. You was right. Bitch hole is ready and just glistening! You sure that ass can take us?” Someone else snickered and said, “Looks like the bitch don’t have a choice now does it so if you not up for this step out now, but otherwise I say we take bets on which homie makes that pussy get its period first!” Hoots, hollers, more laughing and dares filled the room and I could only lie there, silently begging for them to fill my ass up. At that point I wanted anything shoved up my hole they could find. A fist, a bat, fuck I was even thinking how great a four-legged horse dick would feel. I was mumbling, begging to be fucked when someone shoved a dirty rag in my mouth and said, “Pussy don’t speak, pussy just CLAPS.” I had no need to keep begging as a big dick slammed into my ass with the words, “FUCK THAT’S SMOOTH PUSSY! Gonna shoot my man milk up in there!” I mumbled into the rag, tasting dirt or something and did not care. The guy fucking me was not quite as big as Jenkins but fucking close and it felt amazing as every stroke angled into my gut walls before blasting through my second hole! “RAPE THAT SHIT – WHITE BITCH JUST BEGGING FOR IT – LOOK AT THAT HOLE WINKING – GOD DAMN SLOPPY PUSSY – WHO GOT THAT NASTY DICK – JIZZ IT UP - HOLY FUCK THAT PINK HOLE JUST SLURPING MY JOINT UP – SEE THAT BLACK SHIT DISAPPEAR UP IN THERE DEEP – THAT’S RIGH MAN FUCK THAT SHIT!!” My world was perfect right then. Nothing could ever be better. My ass was being offered up, sacrificed, used by superior black men – true alpha fuckers fucking my sissy ass! I wanted more, MORE, MORE!! “Come on Jenkins, can you get that shit up old man?” someone challenged. Jenkins’ long, thick fingers probed at my opened hole and for the guys watching, it must have just looked like he was teasing my ass while he jacked his dick hard, but I could feel what he doing. Jenkins used the nails on two of his fingers to scratch my gut walls. It didn’t hurt, my ass was sort of numb from the drugs and fucking, but the pressure was odd and like quick, sharp pinches. He then massaged my stomach, spooge and gas spilled out, he wiped my hole dry. “Yo man, that’s cheating,” someone said, they all laughed, then Jenkins slammed into me dry, my body jerked, arced, my muscles taut as his hands dug into the flesh of my thighs and pulled me into his thrusts. My body could not handle all of the sensations that cascaded through the tips of every nerve – the pain of the chains, the pain of Jenkins raping my ass dry, the ecstasy, the mind-fuck of having these men use me, fill me up, breed me raw. I was lost and tumbled over the edge of awareness and drifted off into someplace new. Sometime later I was able to focus my mind again and realized I was no longer chained, but was now laying on my stomach on the bench, my ass still being pummeled by a dick, mumbled voices, and hot liquid running down my leg. My assailant got off, I took a deep breath and then yelped into the dirty rag still in my mouth as someone took a belt to my ass and began spanking to the beat of raucous laughter. I was too tired, too high, and too fucked to run or move and just took it. The belt stopped and someone else fucked me. After a while the voices died down and I knew the man now on me and slowly filling me up again was Jenkins as he licked my ear and whispered, “Love me.” My guts stretched and gurgled as Jenkins now loaded me up with a fire hose of hot piss and with his black cork of a dick keeping it all in, began to push it deeper and fuck me once again, taking his time until his body shivered and quaked and he was once again spent inside of me. Jenkins helped me off the bench and my legs buckled, but he held me up, withdrew the dirty rag from my mouth and I gulped and heaved and tried to work my tongue and jaws. He led me a little bit then eased me down against a wall. I still had the t-shirt tied tight around my eyes and had no desire to take it off even when the cool water began to cascade down my shoulders. Jenkins lifted me back up, turned me round and round, his hands running up and down my body cleaning me off before he thrust four fingers pinched together inside my bruised and swollen sissy hole. I gasped and water filled my mouth making me choke a little and then I tried to squat onto his hand, forcing it deeper. Jenkins just moaned a little but did not proceed – not then anyways. I was quickly dried off and my still damp feet made little pitter patter sounds as Jenkins walked me back down a hallway and once inside the storeroom where I always bring the drug shipments he untied my blindfold and then disappeared back into the dark. I was startled by a small flash of light as Teddy lit a cigarette, exhaled sharply, then said, “Get your shit on and pull yourself together. Carter’s boys are scouring the fucking grounds for you. Asshole is one impatient fucka – damn! We gots to get you back on the road and hauling. You good? Yeah? Come on then. Here, drink this.” I was in a complete haze as Teddy turned on the light, helped me get dressed but not before admiring the welts on my ass and doing a quick inspection of my well-fucked ass. “You ever seen a pussy after its just had a baby? Probably not huh, well that’s what your ass looks like – like that pussy’s been stretched, snapped, sliced, diced, and its puffy and bruised as shit! God damn those fuckers worked it. Hell now look what you done. Feel my shit, see how you got my hard? Well no time to take care of that now but later Daddy’s going to climb deep up in there.” Even with my sunglasses on, my cap pulled down, and Teddy helping me, every step hurt and I felt wiped. Teddy kept forcing me to drink as I walked and each sip seemed to help a little and by the time we got to his trash shed I was feeling down right perky and ready for more. As I started to fidget and bounce on my feet Teddy laughed, stamped out his cigarette, lit another, shook his head and said, “Fucking slut. Well you can thank me later, had to get you right and the little ‘pick-me-up’ I slipped in your bottle there seems to have done the trick.” I eyed the bottle suspiciously, shrugged, and finished it off just as one of the fair works came around the corner, told Teddy his boss needed him real quick, and so I walked over to the picnic table by the Port-A-Potties and figured I could get some dick while I was waiting. I had barely sat down when two shadows loomed over me – Pa and Brett – and before I could say a word Pa was yelling, Brett was cursing, and between them I was being dragged back to the RV. “HOLD HIM DOWN!!” Pa screamed at Brett as I twisted and fought trying to get off the bed at the back of the camper. Pa was trying to jam one of the ‘vitamin’ shots into my arm and I knew I couldn’t let him, I wanted to remember! The RV was shaking, I was swearing at him with every cuss word I knew, but Pa and Brett together were too strong for me so I finally just went limp, felt the needle plunge into my veins, and then the world shifted to black. “Jesus fuck, what happened to you?” Pa asked as he slapped my face to get me to focus while holding my wrist up into the light, seeing the bruises and cut marks from the chains. I was too out of it right then to answer and could only grunt as he and Brett flipped me over, inspected my ass and started to argue about who was going to fuck me first – THEN ALL HELL BROKE LOSE! The RV started rocking like a cyclone had hit, there was a crowd of voices, someone fell over my outstretched legs, something hit the wall behind my head, more yelling, then everything became muffled. Big hands grabbed my shoulders, twisted my body, and flipped me over. My eyes rolled back, “What the hell, OH SHIT!” someone snarled. A couple fingers then started probing my mouth, forcing their way into the back of my throat making me gag as I was pulled up into a sitting position. “WHAT DID THOSE FUCKING REDNECKS GIVE YOU? WHAT DID YOU SWALLOW?” I was asked. I became more alert and started to fight to get his hand out of my mouth and with spit running down my face squinted at my Florence Nightingale – it was Master – the thug gangbanger who led last night’s debauchery. I coughed, squeaked out the word, “Water,” and as the other thug who was with him got me some, Master held my face between his hands and started opening one of my eyes wide, then the other, then shaking me a little until I focused and managed a faint smile. The water helped and I was able to say, “They, uh Pa and Brett, they…my shot,” and pointed to the leather case partially sticking out of a drawer. Master opened it, looked at the vial, sniffed one of the used needles, mumbled, dropped the vial on the floor and crushed it under his boot. “Is there more of whatever this is?” he asked. I shrugged, he dug around in his pocket, pulled out a baggy and had me do several big snorts. “This will help until I get you back to the house. Is that why you asked me to shoot you up again? Because of this shit?” Master asked. I nodded, he shook his head, said something low and menacing to the other thug who quickly walked out and slammed the door. Master knelt down in front of me, smiled, “Yeah you alright. Look better already. How you feelin?” My body was flush, everything was sharp and in focus and I said only one word, “Horny.” He laughed, stood up, unzipped his pants and set his big black dick free, grabbed the back of my head and said, “Good bitch.” Once his dick was spit up, Master had me stand up, finish stripping, then bent over the bed a little to the left so he could get a could stance. He dug his nails into my hips like an Eagle gripping a salmon, and ordered, “I wanna hear you yell bitch. Scream the fuck loud as you can so folks know how much you want this black dick.” I was not sure about that, I figured Pa and Brett must be close and God knows who else was in the parking lot and as I hesitated Master released his right hand, slapped my head hard and yelled, “FUCKING WHITE PUSSY – LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR THIS THUG DICK.” I wanted him so bad now I started to scream like he ordered and with my first words he spit onto my hole and then raped the shit out of me, “FUCK IT MASTER – GIVE ME THAT BLACK DICK – FUCK MY WHITE PUSSY – I WANT THOSE BLACK BABIES – NOBODY FUCKS BETTER THAN BLACK DICK – I WANT THAT MONSTER DICK – MAKE IT HURT MASTER – MAKE MY SISSY PUSSY HURT MASTER!!” A thick, creamy load of thug cum flooded my guts, Master let me lick him clean, told me to get dressed and get my shit, but he waited until we stepped out of the RV before he decided to fully tuck his dick back in his pants and zip up his fly. Pa and Brett were sitting in the lawn chairs beside the RV being watched over by three of the drug crew and none of them looked too happy. Master took his time when he zipped up and made sure everyone saw his dick. Pa’s eyes narrowed like a rattler before it strikes, but did not say a word. The tension was thick but I knew Pa and Brett would not fight, not with the two guns casually pointed at them, which two of thugs tucked into the waist of the pants and then under their shirts. Master put his arm around my shoulder and guided me towards the fair gate without a glance back. We go to their car, Master grabbed my shoulders, looked at me, and asked, “You good?” I replied, “Yes, thanks.” He shook his head, spat on the ground, “Those two better watch themselves, you understand? I’ll be having a chat with them once you head out, so don’t you worry. They won’t be interfering in our business anymore and they’re fucking lucky we don’t take care of them for good right here, right now. Them snagging you up like that lost us some precious time, so we got to make that up. Want another snort – yeah here you go. This run is to the main house, remember where Carter was? Right. Then same plan. Stay on the route, make the drop back here, then I’ll hook you up with some more powder and we’ll keep running all night. Once the last delivery is made, well, lets just say you won’t be sleeping again tonight either, or well I don’t give a fuck if you do but we won’t.” Master and all three thugs laughed at that and each of them were grabbing at their dicks, which made my ass leak a little and twitch. Damn! The day was hot and I was glad for the cap, and the Gatorade Master had given me. I also realized as I walked along that they thought Pa and Brett had held me up since that morning. They didn’t know about Teddy and his little side deal with Jenkins and the gang fuck I had in the stadium. Hmmm…that was interesting and could be useful. Jenkins and his crew got my ass for free this morning and that didn’t seem right so I needed to come up with a way to use that to my advantage. Well it seemed like I was going to have plenty of time walking back and forth on the dirty, hot, streets of Dallas today to think about it. Who said being a drug mule was glamorous? Yeah not so much, but BEING A DRUG MULE WHO WAS ALSO A SISSY THAT WAS BEING BANGED THE FUCK OUT BY THE BIGGEST, BLACKEST, DICK – NOW THAT IS A FUCKING BLAST! Master was right. I didn’t sleep at all that night or the next and frankly could not remember when I had slept last. I was too drugged up and fucking wired for sound and it felt like every cell in my body was vibrating and at any second I would take off like a super hero! OK, a sissy super hero for sure and that made me laugh and made Master look at me and ask, “What the FUCK are you babbling about?” Shit. He and the rest of the drug crew were as wired as I was though and had been up almost as long. The final two days before the fair was a constant shuffle of drugs, tons of fucking, more drugs, and more fucking. One of the thugs was actually running his hand down the crack of my ass wiping a stream of stale cum around before sliding his dick inside my gaping hole and pumping away. Master smiled, patted my cheek, chuckled and said, “I guess if that cunt ain’t broke by now, it ain’t going to be huh? Now open your mouth while my boy here finishes up and finish me off, I got to piss like a demon and while you swallow that chem stew up, listen up.” I was gulping and gagging and slurping up Master’s piss chem as he said, “OK, here’s the plan. The Texas State Fair starts today. We’re pretty set on supplies and me and the boys will be working the crowds and moving the shit out. While we do, we’ll be keeping an eye on you. Me and Carter and a couple of the boys paid another visit to your - well whatever the fuck he is cause he ain’t your Pa and you WILL tell me what the fuck is going on – but anyways, the deal is you will take care of business for him at the RV unless we need you. When we do, you’ll do a run or whatever the fuck else we say and he won’t stop you or say shit. I ain’t listening to his mouth, neither will you, understand?” I was licking my lips and wiping my hand across my chin to get the dribbles of chem piss and nodded my head yes, gently took Master’s dick and flicked my tongue out to get the fresh drops trying to get out, then nestled his dick back in my mouth as his thug boy bred me with a grunt. We got dressed, I grabbed my backpack, which seemed heavier than normal with drugs, my Polar Pop cup, and headed down the street with a car of gangbangers tailing me about a block back. By now I recognized all the guys on the corners and while I would have called out or waved hi, I had been ordered not to draw attention to them or myself, but that did not stop some of them from calling out to me. The traffic on the streets was nutts as I got closer to the Fair grounds. Wow! I went through the gate for employees, said, “Hi,” to one of the guards working who I thought looked like one of the thugs who had gang fucked me the night before, but maybe not, but he did smile awful big when he saw me. Either way I decided to be a prick tease and dropped my Polar Pop cup, swore loudly, and bent over and shifted my hips a little giving him a grand view of my ass and the wet spot by my hole made by sweat and cum. “Damn sissy,” the guard said half under his breath and I looked back to see him quickly adjust himself and turn away. Oh yeah, he was there, and I laughed and continued on. The day before I had been paranoid as fuck, but today even with the park jam full of people I didn’t care and purposefully strode towards the stadium, waited as the door opened, and stepped inside with Teddy. Teddy didn’t have time to fuck and Jenkins did not materialize from the dark, so, with great disappointment and a lot of apprehension I made my way to the RV. I had not been back to the RV or seen Pa and Brett since the last fight they had with the thugs a couple days before. There were a couple guys sitting in the lawn chairs acting all nervous, I just nodded, went inside, and was shocked when Brett grabbed me, gave a big hug and said, “You OK sissy? Fuck I was worried, so’s Pa you know. He didn’t mean, well you know that, we just, aw fuck come on. We’ll chat later. But you’re OK right? Guess you saw we got folks waiting? They both want to see you so go one back, I set out some good Tina for you and will send them back. The RV felt cramped and stuffy compared to the big old garage where Master and his gangbangers partied and fucked me – their Pleasure Palace. I got undressed, went into the bathroom real quick and sprayed some deodorant, grabbed the plate and snorted up a few lines, and noticed the lube and towels were out and ready. The two guys each barely lasted a few minutes before they cummed in me and quickly cleared out. As soon as they did Brett’s dick was up my ass pumping away. “Oh fuck sissy, you’re hole is so open. Jesus Christ. You’ve been fucked a lot huh? I told Pa that was a good thing. He could get more straight guys who just want pussy and this sure feels like it, but you know Pa. He likes it when you’re tight and he can stretch it open himself, plus I think it intimidates him you know, he’s fucking big but not as big as some black guys for sure.” I didn’t reply and just pushed my ass back and reached back with my right hand to try to pull Brett deeper. It felt OK, but nothing like being fucked by Master and the thugs and especially nothing like Jenkins and his horse dicked crew. Brett cummed, I snorted more Tina, sat down on the bed and remembered my box. I went into the bathroom, quietly found the cavity in the ceiling with my box, and breathed a sigh of relief when I confirmed my $1,000 from Carter, the extra cash I had squirreled, and the phone numbers I had was all still there. There was a quick rap on the door, Brett was now speaking with someone, I slid back out and onto the bed and three super drunk who guys wedged themselves in by the bed all wearing bright blue t-shirts with white letters that said BOYD FAMILY REUNION. I thought it was early to be drunk, but hey, I was high so whatever. Only one of them fucked me, the other two just jacked off. What a waste of time. The next few hours were a bust and I needed dick and to get the fuck out of that RV. Brett started to say something to stop me but I just sneered at him, slammed the door on my way out and stomped towards the trash shed and Port-A-Potties. As soon as I turned the corner around the back of the RV I noticed one of the Carter’s thugs casually leaning against a tree by the fence, smoking an unfiltered Capone, with a menacing look that made everyone give him a wide berth. I knew at least he had a big dick – they all fucking did – and I needed my hole stretched and filled so even though I was supposed to be all discrete I walked right up to him and asked, “Can I get something dark, and chocolate, with a creamy filling?” The dude cracked up and said, “You know you’re a crazy fucka?” I laughed, and said, “Follow me, it’s not far.” I didn’t bother turning around to check if he was following me or not. I knew he was. I knew he was a horn dog and would follow my ass trail. I made a beeline for the Port-A-Potties and as these were set off the beaten path behind some of the pavilions, the crowd immediately thinned out and I saw only one carney worker. I looked back to make sure the thug saw where I was, quickly sat at the picnic table, pulled out my baggy of Tina, turned to the side, snorted a few lines, stuffed it back just as the thug arrived, stood up and went to the Pottie on the end and held the door open. It was tight fit as he was a big boy, not fat, but big like a football player. I quickly dropped my shorts, bent forward, and said, “It’s already wet, give it to me man.” The thug laughed and said, “Oh you know I got that long and deep dick for you – UGH!” I egged him on and begged for that shaft and he happily gave it to me along with a load nice and deep. I sat on the toilet cover, licked his dick clean and hopingly asked, “Got some piss too?” He shook his head, but smiled and said, “Hmm… well give me a couple hours and some beer and I will fill you up. You’ll know where I’ll be.” Then he left. I hung out by the Port-A-Potties for a few hoping to find someone else, but with the Fair on now everybody was working. I even tried Teddy’s trash shed, the door to the stadium where I dropped the drugs and in a last, desperate attempt swung by the barn where the Hispanic guys who fucked me hung out and worked. Nothing. God damn. I was mumbling and swearing to myself the whole way back to the RV in frustration, causing some people to stop and stare at me but I didn’t give a shit. Back at the RV Brett was sitting at the table watching his shitty little TV when I came in, so I leaned over the table and said, “Come on man, fuck me, it’s good and cummy.” Brett just looked at me and said, “Too late. You weren’t here to take care of business and so I made a deal with the guy to swallow my nutt instead so my bone is dry.” UGHHH! I slunk back to the bed, plopped down, sat back up, did some more drugs and waited, and waited, and waited some fucking more. Damn I needed dick! I went back out to see if Brett was ready, but he had left. When did he go? I checked outside and there was not anyone waiting. I checked my watch, had it been a couple of hours yet? Close enough. I quick stepped across the hot tar of the parking lot and the thug who had fucked me in the Port-A-Pottie was at his post, under the tree and what little shade it now provided. There was a paper bag at his feet and a beer in hand and I waved trying to get his attention. Instead of running back in to put shoes on I yelled as loud as I could “YO! YO!” and jumped up and down waving. He lowered his beer, his eyebrows went up, he smiled, shook his head, grabbed the paper bag and as he walked over to me I could hear the jangle of the empty bottles inside. I stepped into the RV, dropped to my knees and the thug warily stepped inside the door and looked around. “Don’t worry. No one else is here,” I said. I reached out and fumbled with his fly as he turned to close the RV door but I grabbed his pants pocket and said, “No, wait. Leave it open.” He shrugged, said, “Aiight,” set the bag down, slapped my hand away, opened his fly and let his dick out. I quickly started sucking on it but he slapped my face and said, “STOP THAT. JUST OPEN THAT MOUTH AND SWALLOW THIS PISS.” He massaged the underside of his dick once or twice as I inhaled the rank funk odor of sweat, my ass, and just dirty unwashed skin and then I gulped as the first of the hot stream hit the back of my throat. This thug was not a drizzler, but a fucking fire hydrant and I slurped and swallowed and slurped as fast as I could to keep up with the flow. Jesus he could piss! He laughed at hearing me struggle and said, “Told you I would fill you up.” I felt like it was coming back up on me and tried to pull away a little, but he grabbed my head hard, dug his fingers into my scalp and held me in place so I puffed my cheek, some snot came out of my nose, but then my throat relaxed and I got it all. “OH HELL YEAH I NEEDED THAT,” the thug sighed and instantly his dick began to swell in my mouth. I almost purred as I felt it get thicker and longer and soon was slicking it up nice and good with my spit. “YOU WANT SOME MORE NUTT BITCH? WHERE YOU WANT IT? IN THAT ASS – BEND THE FUCK OVER!” the thug growled. I quickly glanced around his legs at the open door and saw the shadow of someone walking by but didn’t care. I stood up, dropped my shorts, and bent over the little table, pushing Brett’s TV and the other stuff to the back and side, causing most of it to fall on the bench seat and then the floor. The thug had dropped his pants, shuffled behind me, pushed my hips down lower just a bit and then worked his dick into my hole. My hole was dry yet still pretty open and with a few grunts, some power thrusts and me swearing, “FUCK THAT HURTS!” he got inside me and started to stroke my ass. “GOT ME SOME PAWG PUSSY RIDING MY MEAT, MILKING THOSE HOMIE BABIES OUT, PUSH THAT SHIT BACK, OPEN IT UP, I WANT TO SEE THAT CREAM, SHOW ME MY THUG NUTT, THAT’S IT – I CAN FEEL THAT PUSSY PUSHING BACK ON ME – FUCKING CUNT TAKE THIS DICK, TAKE THIS DICK, TAKE THIS MOTHA FUCKING DICK!” The edge of the table cut into my hips as he slammed me as hard as he could and unloaded another load into my ass. As soon as he backed out of my bruised hole I whirled around, dropped back to my knees and licked him clean. I would have started sucking him again but he kept backing away and I was afraid he would fall out the door. The thug reached down, pulled up his pants, shook his head a few times and I took a finger to wipe off the drops of sweat that hit my face and eagerly licked it, tasting his saltiness. I stood up, he looked at me, smiled, reached around and squeezed my ass, bent down and grabbed his bag and said, “Thanks little sissy. I’ll see you tonight and this shit’s between us aiight?” I nodded, and as he stepped out I was surprised to see Brett standing there, looking in the doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape, and one hand absently stroking his hard dick that was tenting his shorts. Brett watched the thug walk away who had not even glanced at him and had dismissed him like a roach. Brett turned, climbed into the RV and frantically pulled his shorts off, pushed me back against the table, flipped me up as I banged my head, got my legs over his arms and rammed his dick into my freshly fucked hole. My ass was right at dick level so it slid right in and Brett made a low, guttural sound, threw his head back and fucked me as hard and rough as he could. I held onto the sides of the table and smiled up at him enjoying the power that I realized I had over him – who said tops where in charge? Brett was piston fucking my hole, sweating like a demon, and growling like a wild boar. As his body tensed getting close to his climax the door to the RV opened, a dark shadow rose up behind Brett like a thunder cloud, and Brett yelped a little but did not miss a fuck beat as Pa drove his dick inside Brett’s ass and looked over his shoulder at me with an evil smirk on his face that told me I was next and I would pay. Brett barely lasted a couple more strokes before he cried out, “I’M CUMMING…I’M CUMMING...I’M CUMMING…” Brett was twitching and grimacing and still in mid-orgasm when Pa ripped his dick out of Brett’s ass, roughly pushed him to the side, making my body twist and both of us yell as Brett vacated my hole. Quicker than I thought possible, Pa lifted my legs, pulled me towards the end of the table, lifted my hips up and back then let my hole drop down onto his dick, which was slimed with Brett’s ass. Pa curled my body up like a caterpillar in a cocoon as he plunged his dick in as deep as it would go. He pinned my legs back as far as he could and I thought for sure my hips would break. Pa’s eyes were blood shot, his breath reeked of liquor, pot, and cigarettes, and his body dripped sweat like a horse that had just run the Derby. The evil smirk had not left his face and he bared his teeth with a little growl before shifting a little to beginning chewing my left nipple. I cried out as it hurt like shit, but Pa didn’t care and chewed harder and made a large circle of raw teeth marks around my nipple, each glistening in red droplets. He then shifted to the right nipple and I cried louder and this just made Pa fuck harder. Pa’s lips were smeared with red once he finished marking me, then leaned so close to my face all I could see was the dilated pupils of his eyes as he said, “YOU’RE MY SISSY – MINE! NOT THOSE N…. NOT THEIRS – NO NOT THEIRS…MINE YOU HEAR ME.” Pa continued to mumble that as a chant as he roughly fucked my ass and as his pace picked up he shifted his weight again and clamped his mouth down tight on my neck, encircling my jugular like a newborn vampire thirsting for his first drink. I grabbed the sides of Pa’s head and tried to tear out his hair, but he just bit me harder, making my arms go limp and I could only whimper as he chewed on my neck and I thought for sure he was killing me until he finally relaxed his jaw grip, leaned back and bellowed as he bred me deep, marking me on the insides as well. After a few moments, I could feel Pa’s dick begin to soften but he did not pull out. He turned to Brett, nodded, Brett went in the back and came out with a syringe and a vial of liquid that was darker and more sinister looking that what Pa has used on me before. “Do it now!” Pa ordered as he held me in place. Brett nervously filled the syringe, grabbed my right arm, and as I began to struggle Pa latched onto my shoulder with his teeth like an alpha wolf immediately making me go limp. The small prick of the needle was nothing but as I slid into darkness, Pa lifted off me and said once more, “YOU’RE MY SISSY,” before he left the RV. I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came awake with a start there was Master looming over me, his black face scrunched in concern? Worry? He slapped my left cheek again, smiled “Ahh there you are! Fuckin-A bitch! What the fuck? Did they shoot you up with that shit again? And what the fuck are all these marks?” I could only mumble, my throat dry and raspy so he handed me a beer, waited while I sipped it, then started to snarl as I told him what Pa had done. He shook his head, draped a sheet over my naked body, lifted me up in his arms, and as I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders and laid my head against his strong body, I felt safe, and horny! Master laughed as his thug dick twitched in response and without a glance to anyone around he calmly carried me out to the car parked at the end of RV. The gangbanger in back scooted over, Master laid me in the seat between them with my head in his lap, and I opened my mouth as he shoved two thick fingers into it, shoving a couple pills into my mouth then poured some water after them while stroking my throat. “There you go pussy. That shit will knock you out. You need to crash. You been up far too long and I need to figure out what to do about those red neck fuckers. In the meantime, rest – well you won’t really rest as I plan to fuck you and so will the boys while you’re out, but trust me – you WILL enjoy the shit.” As I swallowed and tried to speak, my world started to go dark, and I was not even able to mouth my last words, which rang in my head like the bells of Notre Dame, “PLEASE FUCK ME!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 17: The Great Escape and a New World Order (*Alternate Ending) **My Name is Mikey contains 17 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Got bred by a hot black daddy in his truck last night. Loved how he kept telling me he wanted to own my white ass with his big black dick. After we finished, the police showed up because we were trespassing. Luckily they let us go and told us to get a room next time. A couple hours later I got bred by another black top. He really pounded my hole before he flooded it.

8 loads and counting. He's been crying off and on from his shame of doing this and accepting his need to be used. Every time I offer to lock the door, he says, "no, I need this." Here cums 9 and 10

Some ten years ago I met Jon through a m4m sex website. At that time he was in his mid 40's, rather short (at about 5'5"), perhaps 160 pounds, handsome, masculine, lean, muscular and, over much of his body, quite hairy. Even though he is now in his mid 50's, he is still an avid runner, swimmer, hiker and mountain bicyclist. Naturally his level of physical activity keeps him in terrific physical condition, so he still has a rock hard body. He's been totally straight his entire life, but his sexless marriage was taking a toll on him. His wife had never really enjoyed sex, and had finally cut him off, which, of course, drove him insane as he had always had a very high sex drive, and needed sex if not every day, at least three or four times a week. What he loved best was to be sucked off. Shortly before I met Jon, he had discovered how easy it was to find gay guys online to suck him off. It was quick and easy, with no strings attached. He was finding out that to find women to blow him on a regular basis was very difficult. Though he still considered himself to be totally straight, he, like many straight men, had turned to other men to get off. So the long and short of it was that Jon became a 'regular suck buddy' of mine. He's an emergency room nurse at a hospital not far from my home, and for several years has routinely called me at least once a week, sometimes more, asking if he could come over for a bj on his way home from work. Naturally, if I was available, I was more than happy to oblige, especially since I've always taken a perverse pleasure in servicing straight men, even more so when the men are has hot as Jon. Our routine has always been pretty consistent. Jon comes over when he gets off his shift. He takes off his clothing, climbs onto my bed, I climb between his legs and suck until he fills my mouth with his load. I always have some straight porn on the TV for him to watch. He normally had his face glued to the TV, only occasionally looking down to watch me sucking him. He'd never touch me back. And as soon as he'd cum, he'd be up and dressed and out my door in under a minute. But, over the 10 years I've been servicing him, I've seen him loosen up and explore more man on man activities. It's been a long, slow process. But Jon's uncut cock is so beautiful, he always feeds me a huge, sweet load and he's so much fun to make cum, that I've enjoyed being patient and letting him loosen up at his own slow speed. I've asked Jon on many occasions if he'd fuck me, but, he usually declined, saying he just wanted a quick and easy blow job, so he could head home to the wife. But, on rare occasions he has fucked me, and seemed to have enjoyed tapping my ass, but, all-in-all he seems to really prefer just to get blown. Sadly, on the few occasions he has fucked me, he has insisted on using a condom. About the second year that I was sucking off Jon on a regular basis, he informed me that his youngest child had just gotten married, and that he had decided to leave his wife. As I said, his marriage had been sexless for many years. And he wanted the freedom to find a woman who shared his high sex drive. Although over the next couple of years he had several girl friends, apparently none of them measured-up to his sex drive, because he still kept coming to me to drain his balls. In addition he routinely complained how demanding and emotionally draining the women could be - which was music to my ears since it meant I would still get to blow him, his girlfriends notwithstanding. Eventually he commented he decided he just didn't want to complicate his life with anymore bitches as they were almost always more trouble than they were worth for what little fucking they were giving him. As I said, as the years have gone by, Jon has loosened up a great deal. He was fucking me more often. But, most of the time he still just wanted a blow job. And unfortunately, always using a condom, when he did fuck me. One night I got a text from Jon in which he explained he was working late, and asking if he could come over to my place at 11:00 PM for a blow job. He also mentioned he had a straight buddy, who like Jon, was also in a sexless marriage, and when Jon described the blow jobs I provided, his buddy said he was curious to try it out. With this introduction Jon asked if it would be okay if his buddy accompanied Jon? I replied by text saying I was cool with the suggestion, asking only that Jon call me when he gets off shift. Sure enough, at 11:00 PM Jon telephoned, saying he and his buddy were on the way over. I put some straight porn in the DVD, dimmed the lights in the bedroom, and placed my poppers on the night stand. I also put some lube and condoms on the night stand - just in case. But, like I said, most of the time, Jon just wanted oral. Soon Jon and his buddy Bill were at my door, and when they stepped inside and the door was closed, I had the chance to give Bill a 'once-over'. He was close to 50 years old, nice looking, but with a little belly on him. We shook hands, and as I sensed Bill was quite uncomfortable, I tried to break the ice saying "I'm glad you're joining us." He replied "I'm probably just going to watch. I'm not sure I'll be able to even get hard," adding "I'm not gay or bi. Just curious, I guess." "No problem", I responded, "Just do whatever you're comfortable with. I don't want to push you." I offered both a drink, hoping that would help Bill to relax a bit. Jon likes scotch on the rocks, so I poured one for him, and as Bill said he'd have the same, I made a double for each of us, suggesting "Let's step into the bedroom." Jon led the way into my bedroom. I have a large master suite that has a small sitting area where there is a small sofa and a matching, if oversized ottoman. The straight porn was already playing, so I gestured to the sofa and I took a seat on the ottoman - so I was directly in front of them. While we sipped our drinks we chatted casually, mostly about football, since I knew that football was one of Jon's obsessions. During the conversation I could see Bill was fixated on the porn on the TV, which struck me as a step in the right direction. Finally, when Jon had finished his drink placed the glass down, stood up and unzipped his pants. I leaned forward, and helped him to pull his cock from inside his boxers. He was partially hard, and I immediately took his cock into my mouth, although I did my best to observe Bill, who sure enough, was watching acutely as I sucked Jon's cock. Soon Jon was fully hard and removing his shirt, kicking off his shoes as I pulled his pants down to the floor. He stepped out of his pants as I continued to suck. Jon was now fully naked and I was on my knees sucking his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bill occasionally rubbing his cock through his pants. His eyes kept going back and forth between the TV porn and watching me suck his buddy. "Bill, you need to see how good Dave sucks dick. Give him your cock. He'll suck you." "No," Bill replied, "I'm just enjoying watching." While I was slightly disappointed Bill wasn't ready for me to suck him, I thought 'all in good time'. After all, Bill was a good looking guy, and was definitely worth waiting for. Besides, while I really was looking forward to going down on him, both Jon and I knew better than to pressure Bill. I had been on my knees, sucking Jon's cock and licking his balls for about ten minutes when when I noticed Bill had unzipped his pants, had taken his hard cock into his hands, and was slowly stroking his cock as he watched me service Jon, who, upon noticing as much, asked, "Bill, seriously, are you sure you don't want to try Dave's mouth?" "Okay," I heard him reply, even if somewhat hesitantly. I raised up off of Jon's cock and turned towards Bill, scooted over the foot or so to Bill and leaned down to take his cock in my mouth. Bill had about seven inches of cut cock. He was rock hard and I could taste the drops of pre-cum that were already on the tip of his cock. I sucked him for just a minute, when he pushed me away and said, "Stop! I don't want to cum yet". He was obviously turned on and was close to cumming. I came up off his dick and thought I'd give him a break to calm down a bit. I stood and removed my clothes and told Bill to take off his clothes. I grabbed my bottle of poppers from the night stand and took a deep hit. Then I went to the ottoman that had been pushed away from the sofa and knelt on it. The ottoman is extra large, so I could quite comfortably kneel lengthwise. Once in position, Jon stepped to my face and I resumed sucking him again. Bill remained on the sofa a scant couple of feet from us, gently stroking his dick. "Come on, Bill. Try this mouth again," Jon suggested, withdrawing from my mouth. Bill stood, took Jon's position, and presented himself. Naturally I went all the way down on him. Then I felt Jon's fingers tentatively exploring my ass. As I've already remarked, he has rarely wanted to fuck me, but if this was to be one such occasion I was certainly game. Jon retrieved the lube I had placed on the nightstand, massaged some cold lube into my ass and pushed his finger into my hole. Then I felt another squirt of lube and his second finger slipped into me. I groaned in pleasure as I continued to suck Bill. Finally I felt Jon press his hard cock head against my hole. I knew he hadn't put a condom on which was even better than I had ever hoped to enjoy as I really had been hoping to take him raw. Sure enough, in one quick thrust, Jon had pushed his bare cock deep into my hole. It hurt quite a bit, so I came off of Bill's cock long enough to sniff some more poppers, and my ass relaxed sufficiently to accept Jon's cock. And with that Jon began to fuck me. After a couple of minutes, I heard Bill softly say, almost under his breath, "Holy shit," just as not only did Bill let out a low groan, his cock swelling even harder, as he thrust harder and deeper, muttering "Oh, FUCK ...!" as his throbbing cock filled my gut with its ball juices. Jack pot. My ass milked Jon's cock for every drop I could get as my mouth did the same for Bill. Each man's body shook in orgasm as he shot load after load into me. Finally Jon pulled out of me and collapsed onto the sofa. I could see cum still dripping from his cockhead. I climbed off the ottoman and back on my knees, on the floor, in front of him. I both wanted to taste every last drop of his load, and also didn't want a cum stain on the fabric of my sofa. When I finished cleaning off Jon's cock with my mouth. I got up and looked at Bill. Bill was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed watching us. "Are you okay, Bill?" I asked. He gave a unsettled laugh and replied "Yeah. I'm good. That was weird. But also kind of hot." All three of us burst into gales of laughter. "Well, you know where I live. Jon has my cell number. Let me know if you ever want to come over. With or without Jon." "Thanks," Bill answered, adding "I'm not sure I'll do this again. But, thanks. It was definitely interesting." Jon and I of course have continued to hook up. I occasionally ask about Bill. and Jon has explained he has given Bill my cell number, but he didn't have any sense of whether or not Bill will ever call. A few months went by when one evening I finally received a phone call from Bill who asked "Do you remember me? I'm Jon's buddy from the hospital." "Yes, of course I remember you. What's up?" I asked. "Well, if you're available, I'd like to come over." I sucked off Bill that evening. I even rimmed his ass. He said that was the first time he'd ever had his ass licked, and loved it. Bill has become at least a 'semi-regular' suck bud of mine. Bill's also on that slow road from totally straight to exploring more and more man to man sexual possibilities. I think I'm going to get him to fuck me soon. But, I'm being patient. He's loosening up nicely. He'll get there. I'll have him in my ass in no time.

Oh to get a Golden Yellow Load is heaven! I can say this proudly now but long ago I would've balked at the idea of it ever happening to me. I wasn't properly introduced!! Years ago I met a guy at a bar in San Francisco and I ended up going home with him. He stripped me naked and layed me on the bed and soon enough we were fucking. In Spoon position, he rails into me and whispers in my ear "you're gonna be sweet and take my load and not spill a drop, ok?". I replied, "yes", thinking he was talking about his cum but surprise! I felt streaming warmth and fullness inside me and I was shocked that he was pissing inside me! I was so turned on and flabbergasted at the same time. He pulled out full stop and some piss streamed out onto the bed. He said, "well, now you're gonna have to sleep in the wet spot! Don't spill anymore if you don't want to sleep in a bigger spot!" I wanted to get up and sit on the toilet and let it out but he held me there spooning his beefy body over my little one, and fell asleep. I really had no choice but to obey. My ass twiched and strained to keep it in. I eventually fell asleep. A few hours later, I feel his big cock pushing into my hole and waking me up with a good rough fuck. My ass full of piss, I just laid there and took the fuck like a good kid, piss escaping while he fucked his morning load into me. He kept his cock inside and pissed in me again, holding me tight. I was beyond full and painfully in need of expelling all that piss and his loads. He just held me for a good long while after, then told me to get up and empty myself. So much came out of me! When I came out of the bathroom, he had my clothes balled up and on top of the wet spot on the bed. He told me to dress and leave and that he'll call me later to fuck. I got dressed--my clothes smelling of sex and wet with piss. I remember walking down the hill to Market St in that morning light and gettting on a streetcar back to my hotel and the scent wafting all around me, eyes looking shamefully at me, me not caring and being completely proud of my slutfuckery! I got back to the hotel and just fell exhausted into bed. I began to see him on subsequent visits to San Francisco but he never repeated the events of that first night together (we did other piggy things on these other visits--other stories for another time lol). Speaking of--one this guy's friends (we were introduced at a gang bang held in my honour) also piss fucked me one night on a different visit in my hotel room--we were fucking on the counter top of the sink and he slowed down and paused for a moment and there it was, that spreading warmth and fullness. He emptied into me and then got hard again and told me to push it out and let it run down his and my legs. I pushed and let it stream down. He just fucked more and harder, and I soon caught on and started to let small gushes out while he fucked. It turned me on to stream and spray the piss all over us until I emptied it all out (the floor was a soppy mess for sure lol)! I currently have a Lover who does this every time we fuck--he breeds cum load #1 in me and very soon after empties his bladder into me. I can't ever hold it long enough so out it'll run. Turned on by the extra wetness and the scent of his urine, he then will breed me with a few more cum loads until he's spent his balls of all cum, me laying there, fluids just oozing out of me. So HOT! Now, if only I can be initiated into drinking from the tap...

Recently started taking loads bb and fucking loved it. You guys are right. Once you start bb and taking your first load, there's no turning back. Recently hooked up with a guy who loved 600m away from me on Grindr. Great looking guy hard 7" thick cock. Around 27 years old, same age as me. I got to his place thinking it was gonna be a quick fuck and a load in my mouth. I got there and he opened the door naked rock hard. He ordered me to strip immediately and to start servicing his cock with my mouth. He then started fumbling around in search of what I thought it was a condom. I popped the question and asked him when he was last tested. "Three weeks ago." "Me too" I answered. Not even 10 mins in he got me up and shoved his spit slicked dick into my hole. Now I'm not that tight but he was thick. He pumped my tight arse hard and fast. Said my hole was really tight all the way along his shaft. He told me he was about to cum and that got me even more hard than what I already was. I made sure to milk that first 3 day load out and took it like a champ. He whispered in my ear "let me help get that load deeper into you" and continued fucking me. The man was a champ. Didn't get soft at all. Less than 5 mins later I could tell he was pumping his second load into me. Fucking moaned like a bitch and while whispering "yeah fucking take my load. Feels so fucking good". He pulled out and I was damp. Now I've not taken many loads in my ass but I was horned up by this. Shot in his mouth almost immediately while he was playing with my cummy hole. He told me he wanted to cum once more and made me hop on to his dick once more with me driving the action. Fucking milked that last bit of cum out of him after 10 mins. I was on a fucking high. Sent a picture of my cummy hole to my ex after and he came over to finger it out, eat it and cum in my hole. I was on a fucking high last sat. Hopefully I'll take a few more loads from different guys this weekend. Can't fucking wait to get filled.

Extended story from earier, I met an older guy off of craigslist, low 60s, said he wanted to breed me multiple time. I get to his house, and we quickly undressed. I sort of laying on the bed sucking his cock, about 7in with huge low hanging balls. I'm completely into sucking his dick, trying to do my best. He reaches down and grabs my rock hard cock and starts jacking of off while I'm blowing him. After awhile he moves to my ass and starts fingering my hole, then goes back to jacking me off. I shoot my load while hes jacking me off, my cock stays rock hard and I tell him I need him to fuck me now. He lines his cock up my my hole and slowly pushes in. Once I got used to his cock I tell he that I need to fucked hard. After about ten min I get my first load. After he finishes cumming he spins me around and I suck his cock. getting him ready for round two. Once he is hard again I turn around on my hands and knees and me starts plowing my ass. I love it and cum at least one more time. After he loads me up We decide that I sould say hello to his room mates. So I go up stairs buck naked, rock hard, with a cum filled ass to say hello. They were taken aback to say the least. Was hoping that one of them would fuck me that night but didn't happen. When back downstairs and got another load on my hands a knees, loving every second of it. That was all he could give me so after that I left and rode the subway back home while on bbrt, squirt, and craigslist, hoping to find another person to breed me. Didn't happen but am going back to my fb house today and one of his room mates is going to fuck me as well. Can't wait!

Love getting fucked by older men, they always seem to know how to hit all my spots real good & there's something so hot about giving up all control of my body to an older man who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it from me. On the flip side, when I top I prefer guys younger than me, I guess it's the reversal of roles, but it's hot taking control of a younger guy & just using him to milk my dick. And for the record neither of those are absolutes, just general rules/preferences, I've fucked plenty of older guys & been fucked by younger guys too haha

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.

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.

Met up with an older guy off craigslist today. Got three loaded in my ass and I came two or three times myself, cock staying rock hard throughout.

CHPT 14 - BBC Roulette: The Texas State Fair would start in three days so I only had two days to get my routine as a drug mule down. Pa and Brett had forgotten to give me my shots the day before and while I felt like I slept hard, I woke up remembering bits and pieces of my dreams. Names. Faces. Places. They were like pieces to a puzzle scattered on the floor, no two exactly fit together, but I knew they should. Pa had been drunk and high as shit when he got to the RV the night before so we did not do our usual ‘good night’ fuck. However, when the alarm went off at 5:00 a.m., his dick was wide awake too and before I could even roll out of bed Pa was on my back, digging around in my ass, saying, “Oh sissy. I could stay inside you all God damn day. I just love how that sweet hole of yours just tightens right back up no matter how much its been used.” Pa blew his cum up my ass, padded out to the little kitchen, put on the coffee maker, lit a smoke, and was sitting at the table scratching his sweaty, dirty balls when I came out to get some breakfast. It was slim pickings so I nibbled on a Pop Tart and watched Pa, wondering why I didn’t feel something more for him. Brett had stayed in bed and I was quiet and made sure not to wake him as I went back, grabbed some clothes, my fair ID that had the name “Thomas Michaels” under my picture, tucked it inside my t-shirt, opened the cabinet where I had put the Polar Pop cup from Carter, and then having no luck finding something to snort in the drawers by the bed, went back out to ask Pa for some. Pa smiled, “Damn. I love it when you’re fucked up. You’re such a sissy slut – you know that? You still got my load up there? Let me taste.” I sighed, I had just gotten dressed, but pulled my shorts down and leaned over and cleared a few lines over as Pa knelt behind me and started slurping at my hole, getting his morning protein. It was almost 5:30 a.m. and Teddy would be arriving any minute, so when there was a soft knock at the door I thought it was him. I opened the door and was surprised to see one of the carneys who was a regular. He smiled, stepped up into the RV and said to Pa, “Saw your light was on. Figured I could use a little ass before I get to fixing the fuses on the Texas Star. That big ass Ferris wheel is just a big old pain in my neck that’s what it is. Maybe if you get free later you can swing by and give me a hand? I could use the extra help.” Pa and the carney were discussing what the problem might be when RAP RAP RAP, someone else banged on the RV door. I opened the door and there was Teddy, dressed as always in his cap, basketball shorts, no shirt on, which this morning was slung over his left shoulder, and a partially filled black trash bag in one hand. Pa went to the door, “Hey, can we get like 5 minutes? Just need to wrap up things here and he’ll be right out. Want a beer or something? I promise, 5 minutes tops.” Teddy just shrugged and stepped away from the door as it closed. Pa turned to the carney, “Can you do it quick? He’s got to go, and I mean quick.” The carney shook his head, I dropped my shorts, and literally 30 seconds later he was cumming in my ass. He put his dick back in pants and left and as I pulled myself together Pa pulled out his leather case, held up the bottle full of dark yellow liquid, filled the syringe, then looked at me. I held out my arm, Pa found my vein, emptied the syringe, then gave my arm a quick pat and said, “OK, you’re good to go. You know what to do?” I shook my head yes, grabbed my Polar Pop cup, and left the RV to find Teddy sitting in one of the chairs looking at his watch. “Damn little man,” he said in a whisper in my ear, “Did that ass hoover that fucking dick or what? I can tell by the look on your face he just fucked you. Jesus H. Christ.” Teddy then forced his right hand down the back of my shorts and wiggled two fingers into my wet hole and he sighed and we walked like that to the next row of vehicles when he ordered, “Feel my dick.” I reached over, ran my hand up and down the bulge poking the front of his shorts and gave Teddy a little evil smile. Teddy snarled, pushed me several feet forward to a line of shadows cast by one of the trailers, yanked his fingers out of my hole, pulled my shorts down, pushed me against the trailer and held my shoulders as he forced his dick up my sissy cunt. I dropped my Polar Pop cup, turned my head and laid my face against the warm metal of the trailer as Teddy grunted and thrust his dick inside me with no lube except the cum that was already up there and the precum dripping out of his piss hole. Teddy was thrusting harder and faster when I noticed someone walk by the end of the trailer, pause, look our way and watch for a minute enjoying the view as Teddy fucked me like a common street whore. Teddy’s fingers gripped my shoulders tight as he let out one final moan and bred me, his body shook, little tremors of joy and release, before he eased out of my hole. I turned around, knelt on the parking lot, sucked him clean, stood up, hiked up my shorts and smiled. “Feel better?” I asked. Teddy just shook his head and chuckled. I picked up my cup, we made our way to the gate, said good morning to the guards, and headed up the street to Carter’s house. As we walked, Teddy kept quizzing me, making sure I paid attention to certain houses, street names, and the men on the corners, all markers for my route each morning and back. Teddy then told me, “Don’t worry about the cars that slow roll by when you’re walking, they’re looking to score and Carter’s guys all know to keep an eye on you. You’ll be good, but if for some reason you don’t feel something’s right, get to the corner and they will protect you.” “Protect me?” I exclaimed, “From what? Will people shoot at me and shit? What are you talking about? The cops? I don’t want to get arrested!” Teddy shook his head, “Too late to be thinking about all that little man, you’re in this now. You’ll be fine, and the cops won’t bother you. The ones who cruise through here leave the business alone unless folks get stupid and start shooting each other, which does not happen any more. Carter keeps things calm in his area and the cops like that, so they give him room.” While I was not nervous before, I was now, and Teddy stopped at the next corner so I could step close to one of the buildings and snort some more from my baggy. AAHH, much better. Loved that burn! There were five guys at this corner and one of them whistled as we got ready to leave and hollered after, “Yo. We’ll see you in a bit on your way back little pig and these big bad wolves got a little somethin somethin for you.” They all laughed, whooped, and the sound of shattering glass against a wall as one of them busted a bottle announced our progress through the hood. In the next block, with the freeway looming nearby, Teddy pointed to an off-green house and said, “Tomorrow, you do the pick up there. Day after, back to the first place. Every other day you switch, got it?” I nodded, we kept walking and soon were back at the house from yesterday. The same two guys let us in, Teddy dropped his trash bag onto the ever growing pile of shit he had stolen, then he led me past the outer two rooms towards the back, knocked twice on a door, and we entered a den of deviance. Carter was sitting with his legs spread wide, his dick wet and slick as he jacked it, watching some naked chick dance around in front of him. He turned and looked at me and opened his mouth, letting the smoke roll out of his lungs like a fog bank. The smoke was in slow motion, and left his open mouth in little swirls and wisps that hung suspended in the air. Even from where I stood I could see his eyes were totally blood shot, but he was still sexy as fuck as he let go of his dick, clicked a remote, the music died, and I laughed as the naked girl just kept dancing. “Bitch – hey bitch! Show time’s over. Get your shit and get out.” She shook her head in a daze and one of the guys from out front stepped in, grabbed her by the arm, left the room and shut the door behind him. I then took a minute to look around. The room was painted the same cobalt blue as his car, there was a gigantic flat screen TV, a stereo system that seemed to take up an entire wall, another wall was covered by an aquarium that had no fish in it that I could see and the only furniture in the room was the chair Carter was sitting in, along with a table beside it that had some bottles on it, an ashtray, a few papers, and a couple remotes. Carter stood up, his dick stiff and throbbing like a volcano ready to erupt. He nodded at Teddy, then at me, and said, “So, our white pussy drug mule decided to give it a go. How’d you like old Jenkins?” Jenkins? I was not sure what he was talking about when Teddy looked at me and said, “Jenkins – he’s the head super at Cotton Bowl Stadium, or maintenance tech, or whatever the fuck they call him. Christ he’s just a janitor with extra keys, the guy in the room, only Carter and I know about that little part. He gives us places to keep our stash, bypass security on game days, sets up our guys as temp hires to allow full access to sell what we need and we can move more shit in one game than most crews do on the street all fucking year.” I nodded, reached back and rubbed at my hole, “He’s a big boy that’s for sure.” Carter and Teddy laughed, Carter sat back down in his chair, hit his smoke, while Teddy stepped out of the room and came back with another chair. I looked around for a place to sit and was going to sit on the floor when Teddy said, “No. Assume the position.” What? Teddy pointed at the chair as Carter reached down onto the floor beside his chair and came back up dangling handcuffs. Oh hell. Teddy set the chair in front of Carter, I quickly dug out my baggy and snorted as much as I could. My head spun, the world leveled, I stripped, walked over, bent forward and Teddy cuffed me as before. I was facing Carter this time who was leaned back in his chair, smoking a new joint that smelled really strong and different. Teddy got behind me, pulled his shorts down, fingered my hole, then eased his dick in. I arched my back and closed my eyes relishing how good his raw dick felt when Carter said, “That pussy wet? Must be the way he just eased up in there. Tell me how that pussy got wet, who nutted up in there, how’d they fuck you?” Teddy was thrusting strong and steady as I told Carter about Pa fucking me first thing, then licking out his load and that made Carter stroke his dick faster. I then told him about the carney and he asked, “Was it a black dick? I know you like that black dick.” I told him no, then started to say, “And then out in the parking lot Ted…” SLAP – Teddy cuffed me upside the head, I craned my neck and looked at him and got the message. He did not want Carter to know he had already fucked me. So I changed the story up, “And then out in the parking lot Teddy saw this trucker guy he knew who was eager to fuck me right there, right against a truck trailer where anyone could walk by and see.” Carter had set his smoke down, had his balls held in a vise grip with his left hand and was stroking hard with his right, “Oh shit yeah, that’s freaky shit. Did he fuck you hard? Fuck you raw? Made that pussy wet?” Then I told him about his gangbangers who called me a little pig and said they were wolves and had a surprise for me when I came back through. Carter was staring intently at Teddy as he said, “Dam right slut. A BBC knows how to treat a white pussy.” His stroking slowed, his dick shivered as Carter released his grip, “Whew, was getting fucking close there.” Carter then adjusted himself in his seat, grabbed his smoke, and watched as Teddy continued to fuck me. I couldn’t help but lick my lips and stare hungrily at Carter’s dick, hoping I would get it soon. Carter then said, “Plan to have that pussy open every morning when you come through. If I’m around, I’ll use it right and I like a wet sloppy hole. Can’t stand a tight cunt.” I was then trying to figure out in my head how I was going to do that when Teddy gripped my hips, grunted, and the head of his dick drove into my guts and spilled another load. He let out a big “PHEW!” as he exited my ass, pulled up his shorts, and left the room. Carter stood up, grabbed the remote, music started playing in the background. He grabbed another and the big TV behind us came on. Carter pulled my baggy out for me, held up the straw to my nose so I could snort a couple times, wiped my nose for me, then he stood in front of the chair and started shifting it sideways. I sidestepped with it until I was no longer facing his chair, but was parallel to the TV and could see it was not a movie playing, but me! I looked around to Carter who was smiling, looking at himself as he stepped into the screen shot, wagging his monster BBC back and forth like a conductor setting the beat for his orchestra. Carter ran his right hand over his chest, tweaked a nipple, licked his lips, and seemed entranced with his own image on the TV. He then paid attention to me, running his hands up and down my back, my ass, my legs, like he owned me – just another shiny new possession in his collection. “Turn your ass a little, look at that white hole, glistening from that black cum. This is the before shot, when I am done we’ll do the after – show that hole gaping just how I like.” Carter then lined me back up with the chair, positioned himself behind, checked the view on the TV screen, and when he was satisfied, smiled, then broke into my hole. His thick BBC busted me open as Carter drove his hips forward, smacking my ass, pulling back, and slamming back in. I whimpered and moaned, cried out and pushed my ass back. “That’s it. Push that pussy back, push it back, let me gape that shit open, bruise those lips up, turn that pink hole black and blue on the outside and black on the inside!” Carter exclaimed. “I’VE BEEN FUCKING EDGING FOR HOURS, JUST ANTICIPATING CLIMBING BACK UP IN THOSE GUTZ, STRETCHING THAT STOMACH, FILLING YOU UP WITH MY NUTT – YOU WANT THAT? YOU WANT MY NUTT?” I begged and pleaded, “Give me that black nutt, fuck me with that BBC, make my pussy GAPE!” I turned my head and watched the TV as Carter angled my ass towards the screen again, then set one foot up on the chair, lifting his leg so he could angle his dick deep, hard, and to the right. I was begging louder now, “MAKE MY ASS GAPE FOR THAT BBC. MAKE IT A CUNT FOR YOU. FUCK MY WHITE PUSSY. PLEASE!!! FUCK IT HARDER. DON’T STOP!!! FUCK IT HARDER!!” Carter dropped his leg, shifted me back even with the TV, yanked his dick out and stroked it once sending a huge volley of cum over my back and right into my hair just above my left ear. Before any more could come out, he slammed back inside me balls deep and finished releasing his load. As his orgasm subsided, Carter took his time, worked his dick around my hole, then slowly pulled out. I tried to turn around so I could lick his dick clean, but the cuffs and the chair stopped me short. Carter just laughed, stroked both hands up and down his slimy shaft and then wiped the mess on my back. “My wolves will pick up that scent sure as shit,” he chuckled, “Now for that money shot.” Carter turned me around so my hole was facing the TV. He leaned down, spread my cheeks wide with both hands, looked at the TV and announced, “That’s a fucked pussy. See how it’s puffy now? Swollen? And you can tell it’s been cooked through and through when you poke the middle it with your fingers and – AAAHHHHH - YEESSS – look at that juice run out!” I wanted more dick and was fidgeting and bouncing in my need. Carter lit a joint, exhaled, came over and unlocked the cuffs, then rubbed my head and said, “I like that you’re a hungry slut. What’s the most dick you ever taken in day? Not sure? Hmmm…. I know several guys like Jenkins all way bigger than me and ain’t ashamed to admit it. My shit’s tight, but like I said, I like a sloppy pussy and those mother fuckas would loosen you up fine! Do a good job and maybe I’ll set that that shit up and play some serious BBC roulette. Now, get dressed. We got a schedule to get back on. Anyways, when you do the walk of shame back, my nutt rolling out those cheeks, my thug homeboys will be hopping on that and will be doing a little roulette of their own on your mule ass. It always comes up black, always black. Just don’t forget what the shit’s about – getting my package to the stadium by 8:00 a.m.” Carter then walked to the back of the room, opened a door to what appeared to be a small closet with a couple shirts hanging in it, did something with his hands and gripped the paneling on the back wall, which slid to the side exposing a huge fucking safe like you see in old western movies with bank robbers. Carter turned some dials, spun the handle, the safe door slid open and my mouth gaped just like my well fucked ass as I saw stacks of cash and even bigger stacks of white powder, and bags of other shit – drugs I assumed. As Carter stuffed a few bags into a backpack I said, “Umm...I…we never discussed what I would get paid for doing this.” I didn’t think he heard me so I took a step closer and repeated myself. Carter paused, zipped up the backpack, and said, “Paid? Damn bitch you got paid in the best BBC and nutt in the county – what else you want? Or think you got a right to ask for?” I was a bit startled by his tone, but I guess the drugs made me mouthy and said, “I have the right to ask to get paid for the work. I’m taking the risk and while – yeah – its fucking great dick, I’m tired of eating Pop Tarts for breakfast and peanut butter for dinner.” Carter chuckled, “So you trying to hustle me now? I can’t believe this, being hustled by a white pussy. DAMN! So what’s your risk worth? Come on, tell me. If you are going to play the game you got to learn how it works. You’re young, I can teach you, but let me see what you got.” I thought a second, and threw out the first number that came to mind, “$1,000 should do it. Like Teddy told me, you make more in one day at the game than most folks in a year on the streets so based on that, the stack of cash you have piled up there and all the drugs I can see – and am sure you got more I can’t – I think that’s fair.” Carter eyed me up and down and I could not tell from his expression if he was pissed or what, but he turned, reached into the safe, grabbed a small stack of bills with a brown band around them, slammed his safe shut, closed up his closet and walked over to me. “Well? Looks like we have a deal,” Carter said. “You were right on all counts. Not bad. But you better think twice before renegotiating our deal as this job comes with some fucking FINE benefits.” I looked at the stack of $50’s in my hand. Nodded. Muttered a weak, “Thank you,” as my heart fluttered, then said, “I do want to learn from you.” I got dressed, Carter sat back in his chair, lit a smoke, grabbed the remote, and as our fuck fest spun backwards on the TV I left with the backpack full of drugs slung over my shoulder and my stack of money stuffed inside my plastic Polar Pop cup figuring no one would find it there. Teddy was sitting on the front porch, waiting, and I asked, “Ready?” He shook his head, “No little man. You’re on your own now. If things go sideways I can’t be around what you carrying – no one can – but you’ll be alright. I’ll meet you at the stadium by 8:00 a.m.” With that, he got up, went over to a car that was parked on the street, hopped in, motioned for the driver to go, and they drove away. OK, I guess it was time to earn my money as a drug mule. Fucking backpack weighed more than I expected and I suddenly felt sympathy for mules everywhere. The next two blocks I kept my head down, my Polar Pop cup in one hand and used my other to fidget with my backpack. I finally got my stride, nodded to Carter’s men on the first few blocks and was suddenly scared as shit. At the next block I stepped close to the building and one of the guys stood in front of me so I could snort some more Tina and no one would see. Fucking better! I then turned to keep walking and he blocked my way, nodded to the side, so I followed around the corner of the house, set the backpack down, and as one of the other guys stood guard, got raw fucked on someone’s back lawn. The sun was up now and anyone looking out their window beside us or in the house behind us would have seen my bright white ass being dicked down, but after what Teddy told me I guessed folks knew to mind their own business and so I focused on my business – working my sissy hole on that BBC. Another load later I continued on, passed under the freeway, the roar of commuter traffic echoing off the concrete and then passed the house where I was to do tomorrow’s pick up. I looked up and three of Carter’s guys were waiting for me on the next block – the wolves – and fuck Red Riding Hood, bitch did not know what she was missing. I was the pig and happy for it. I paused to let a car pass me, crossed the street, stepped up on the curb and got grabbed by one of the gangbangers. “Easy fuck man, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I said. For some reason that pissed me off a bit and I felt ready to say something smart, but I held my tongue as three of them opened a dirty glass door on the front of the building and led me inside, while the other two stood outside and continued business as usual and watched our backs. I scanned the dim interior and it looked like it was a convenience store at one time, as I could see shelves, and coolers towards the back where they would keep soda and drinks. One of the wolves pulled my backpack off, I stepped away, carefully set my Polar Pop cup by the window, and said, “Hey fellas, what’s up? How’s it hanging?” I laughed – they didn’t. OK, I guess white sissy humor did not translate. So, I reached into my shorts, pulled out my baggy, “Do you mind?” I asked. They just mumbled so I snorted long and deep and maybe a bit too much as I felt really light headed. No, it was the Pop Tarts. I needed a better breakfast. I stepped out of my shorts, looked at the three mandingo gangbangers and was like damn, for thugs they sure seem like timid pussies. “What the fuck did you say?” one of them spat at me. Shit, did I say that out loud? I was more fucked up than I thought. I apologized, “That Tina man, shit will make you say crazy stuff, you know?” Again, they didn’t. Damn. “So what do I call you? Mr. Goodbar, Hersheys and Twixx? Or Thee Musketeer’s?” Hell I was on a roll and funny as shit, well I thought so anyways, again – nothing from the gangbangers. Tough crowd. So while I was standing there with my ass exposed, I decided and said, “OK, I’ll call you the BBGB – the Booty-Bandit-Gang-Bangers. That doesn’t sound like a girl band does it?” At that one of them sighed and said, “Bitch, shut the fuck up. We ain’t here to listen to that mouth, now get on your knees and suck my fucking dick!” The three gangbangers guided me over towards the old checkout counter until my back was against it then reached into various pockets, pulled out pipes, lighters, their own baggies, and went through a synchronized routine before each was torching their pipe and inhaling a thick, acrid smoke. I was on my knees on the filthy floor that was littered with needles, used baggies, trash and other shit, working to get the first black dick hard in my mouth. My mouth felt dry, I need to remember to bring a water bottle with me next time. One of the BBGB knelt down beside me, blew his smoke in my face, then said, “You smoke rock?” I had no idea what he was talking about. “Crack bitch. You smoke crack? Want some? Just hit it like this aight – oh fuck yeah!” I shook my head, “Maybe next time? I just did my own stuff and well….” That was good enough for them and soon the other two had their pants down and I had three nice black dicks to choose from. I was in slut heaven, stroking a nice thick black dick with each hand while the third banged my throat. Spit flew and I gasped for air as the dick I was sucking pulled out of my mouth, he reached over me and set his pipe on the counter then said, “Get up and turn that ass around.” I put my hands on the counter and spread my legs like I was being frisked by the cops while the crack-smoking thugs took turns fingering my open hole and commenting on how wet and ready it was. “Fuck yeah – homeboy turned that shit inside out. Look at it! And just dripping,” one of them said in between coughs of crack smoke out of his lungs. Another chimed in, “If that pussy feels half as good as it looks and smells you know I’ll be handling business here every fucking morning!” Finally the one I had sucked forced three thick fingers up in my ass as far as they would go, twisted his hand, dug at my walls with his nails, and snarled, “Yeah got us some sweet little pig right here. The other white meat, good for your heart and shit.” I was ready to be fucked so turned my head as far as I could and said, “You dudes fucking wolves or chatty old grandmothers? Sounds like an old woman’s tea party in here with all the talking and no fucking! I got a schedule to keep!” The two thugs standing to each side busted out laughing, choking hard on their smoke, while the one with his fingers still diddling my ass growled, yanked his fingers out and with no other warning slammed his dick in as far as it would go. I knew from gagging on his meat that he was a big one – they all were – but I still yelped more from surprise than any pain. Yet they didn’t know that and my cries and whimpers set the wolf pack loose. “FUCKING WHITE ASS TAKE THAT DICK – TAKE MY MOTHA FUCKING DICK,” the gangbanger bellowed. His pack cohorts chimed in, “RUN IT DOWN NICCA, BANG THAT BACK OUT – YOU GOT IT YO – THAT’S IT NICCA – RAPE THAT SHIT OUT!” Thug load #1 soon followed and even though my ass was wet that nutt felt like it burned my guts. Maybe it was from his fingers digging around, or the crack, but something made me feel it for sure and he was not easy coming out either for as soon as he felt like he had pounded his load, the guy fucking me just pushed off my hips, stepped back, and yanked my insides out with him. “SHIT DAMN, SHIT DAMN…” he just kept saying over and over as he caught his breath and walked it off. Time for #2 but before he could slide in, #3 wedged himself between me and the counter so that when #2 plowed into my waiting hole, my mouth found another long BBC eager and waiting to be slicked up. “FUCK YO GOT US A HOOD HO RIGHT HERE – CHRIST – LOOK AT THOSE CHEEKS BOUNCIN – I JUST WANT TO TAKE MY TIME UP IN THERE, EXPLORIN WHAT YOU GOT! TAKE MY FUCKING CUM, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS AND SUCK MY SHIT OUT – HEAR THAT PUSSY TALKING NOW, TALK TO ME, WHO’S YOUR NICCA? WHO’S YOUR NICCA? TALK TO …..Oh oh oh….” Thug load #2 in the hole. After he yanked out I made a grab for my baggy to snort some more, but #3 was having none of that. He was the biggest of the three – taller, thicker, and his dick was longer and wider! While the other two got themselves together and hit their pipes and talked shit in between their rock coughs, #3 was doing a final inspection. He gently wiped the snot and spit off my face with hands that could palm a basketball, although his crack jitters were pretty intense. His big fingers then twisted my nipples hard causing a white flash of pain that made me shake and when I looked up into in his eyes I noticed the color first – the white’s were basically all red and bloodshot and his pupils were so dilated and the color of a black abyss. Thug #3 continued to inspect my body, pinching, stroking, poking, all the while I held his pulsing shaft in my right hand. Every jolt in my body’s reflexes was met in kind with a jolt of electricity arcing out of his dick. Once he was done, he paused, then said in a raspy, deep voice, “Get yo ass up the counter.” I cocked my head, looked behind me, then back at him not quite sure what he meant and then was surprised when he turned me to face him, reached down, grabbed me under the arms and lifted me up and set me on the counter like I was a toddler. He then pulled me forward and I tried to grab hold to something as he was pulling me off the counter with my legs draped over his arms by the elbows, and I was spread open and wide. “I won’t let you fall,” the thug said as he leaned forward, his crack breath filling the air between our faces. I could feel his dick urgently nudging at my hole and I was not sure I could take him this way, at that angle. I struggled a little, his grip tightened, and then the thug smiled, bounced me a little in his arms, then began to slowly slide inch after inch of black beast dick into my cum filled ass. “IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? THAT GHETTO DICK FILLING YOU UP? CAN YOU TAKE IT FOR ME? THAT’ IT, I GOTCH-YOU, I CAN FEEL YOU OPENING UP FOR ME, HERE IT COMES, DAMN YO – TAKING MY DICK DEEP!” As the thug finished hitting home, I could only roll my head side to side, lost in ecstasy, bliss, and desire. He leaned over me, my body bent like a pretzel and asked, “You feel that?” as he gently kissed my neck. I nodded, reached up, grabbed his head so I could look in his eyes and pleaded, “Own my pussy. Please fuck it.” He smiled, straightened up, reached back down and wrapped his arms under my lower back, then stood back up, lifting me off the counter and into the air. With his black dick still buried in my ass, I flung my arms around his broad neck and pressed my body against his, he shifted my weight, leaned forward a little then back, then looked me in the eyes as he cried out, “MY FUCKING PUSSY. I OWN THAT SHIT NOW! SERVE YOUR MASTER’S DICK. WORSHIP ME AND BEG FOR IT! THAT’S RIGHT, LET ME HEAR YOU BEG YOUR SUPERIOR BLACK MASTER TO BREED YOU WITH HIS SEED – WANT THAT WHITE PUSSY RAPED BY THIS NICCA DICK? WANT TO LEARN HOW TO SERVE YOUR BLACK MASTER RIGHT? BOUNCE ON THAT SHIT – BOUNCE ON IT – HARDER BITCH! I SAID FUCKING BOUNCE ON IT HARDER!” I felt like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby as I bounced up and down, squealing like a stuck pig as my new, black Master unleashed a torrent of thug juice deep inside my sissy cunt. Once he started to cum, he held me tight, bouncing me as hard as he could while still staying inside me. I grabbed his head, licked his ear, darted my tongue in and out and then whispered over and over, “Thank you Master, thank you Master, thank you Master.” It took us a minute to uncouple our sweaty bodies and begin to pull ourselves together. I looked around and saw we were alone and briefly wondered where the others had gone when the thug grabbed my chin with his left hand, peered down at me and said, “When you see me, you will call me Sir. Nothing else. You can call them whatever the fuck you want, but me, I am your Sir, your Master, and you should only be concerned about pleasing me. Now lick my dick clean like a good white sissy should.” I obediently got on my knees and was grateful for every drop of man slime I found on his dick and balls. I must have pleased him as he smiled when I stood up, helped me dress, and I said, “Thank you Sir. I enjoyed that.” He frowned and said just before lighting his crack pipe, “Good job for remembering to address me right, but I don’t care what you enjoy – or not – you’re job is to serve me. Don’t worry or apologize now. You have not been trained, I can see that. Well, that’ll be taken care of.” I was not sure what he meant, but grabbed the backpack, my Polar Pop cup with my money in it, and followed him out the door. The two guys who had been on guard duty tried to push me back inside wanting theirs, but I told them no, I had a schedule to keep for their boss, but I would make them a deal. Each morning on my way for the run, I would stop on my way, take a couple if they wanted, then stop again on my way back if anyone else wanted some too but only if they promised to throw a fuck down like that one! They all laughed, heartily agreed, and as I walked down the broken sidewalk back towards the fair park I realized a couple of things. First, I LOVED it rough and hard and the bigger the black dick the better. Second, I LOVED the shit talk, nastier and dirtier the better. Third – and more important – I LOVED LOVED LOVED serving a thug master. All of the black dicks were great, but there was something about the last one who said he was my MASTER that just clicked, made my insides flip flop, my mind scream YES, and my ass open up and offer myself like never before – well that I could remember anyways. A couple more of Carter’s guys tried to get me to stop, but I did not want to be late and told them another time. I picked up my pace, got the fair park, made my way to the stadium and there was Teddy, leaning against the metal door smoking a joint. He eyed me suspiciously when I walked up then just shook his head. “What?” I asked, “I’m not late!” Teddy laughed, reached down and roughly ran his hand up between my thighs, held it in front of my face, sniffed, and said, “You look like a street hooker after a long night at the truck stop. Your thighs are wet and sweat don’t smell like that. Pack yourself some paper towels or something, and while I don’t care and will fuck you like the drug whore you are, the whole goal is to NOT attract attention. Also get some sun glasses, you look high as shit too.” I just nodded, Teddy knocked on the door, it opened, welcoming me into the dark interior for the biggest dick of the morning yet – Jenkins the janitor. The door closed, I was in total darkness waiting to be fucked by a man I had not yet seen and something about it being quick, dirty, and totally anonymous made my ass ring pulse and twitch. Jenkins stepped up behind me, took the backpack from me, tossed it to the side scattering cans or something in its wake, anxiously tugged at my shorts, and moaned and groaned as he felt my well used hole, all prelubed and ready for him. I kicked my shorts to the side, Jenkins covered my mouth just like before, but this time did not say a word as he thrust into me. My body was pressed close to his as he rough fucked me, holding me in place – not like I could run with his dick so deep. Jenkins’ first load was fast and no sooner had he finished cumming in me that I felt like my guts were being scalded, and his hand clamped tighter over my face. I then realized what he was doing – Jenkins was pissing inside me! I squirmed, wiggled, and tried to get away with no success as I got filled by his black hose. How could someone piss and still stay so hard? The next thought was how could he want to fuck again. Yes, Jenkins was now fucking me again after dumping a load and his piss inside me. My guts gurgled, burped, gurgled, cramped, and in between thrusts as Jenkins worked his dick around my water filled ass little streams of rank piss ran down my legs, feeling far too hot for having come from a man. Jenkins did not care and continued to slosh around in my pussy ass, working his piss and all that thug cum into a frothy latte that only a BBC could give and now was time for the steamed milk. More and more piss ran out of my hole as Jenkins deep dicked me now. He was banging my gut walls and the pain was more intense and I was softly crying into his hand, yet held on as I did not want him to stop. One more thrust and Jenkins tensed, squeezed my face tight, and I knew he was coming again. WHOOSH – SPLAT – echoed through the room as Jenkins pulled out. My ass and stomach hurt so bad and I tried to reach out to grab his dick then asked, “Can you fuck me more?” The only response was the sound of a door closing as Jenkins left me in the dark room, full of his piss and cum. I fumbled around trying to find something in the dark to wipe off with. Shit, I need to pack a flashlight too. God damn being a drug mule took more planning than I thought. Fuck it, I edged over to the door, slowly eased it open and peaked through the crack to see if Teddy was there. No, he had gone. Fuck fuck. So I grabbed a cardboard box that was sitting by the door, ripped off one of the end pieces, folded it over a couple times, and set it down between the door and the jamb allowing a gap large enough to let some decent light in. In the dimness I found some rags, wiped my ass and legs off best I could, found my shorts and my Polar Pop cup with my money in it and left. I walked as fast as I could back to the RV. I was paranoid as hell, knew I smelled, was sure I looked worse, and could tell everyone was watching me. Every step I took though made my insides cramp even more, damn I had to get to the RV. I burst through the RV door and started stripping before I had closed the door. Brett had been watching the little stolen TV at the table and jumped up, “What the Christ? What’s wrong?” I quickly told him I was full of piss and nutt and could not hold it anymore. “Oh hell yeah!” Brett said as he jumped up and out of his shorts in one motion and was right behind me as I stumbled into the little bathroom. I went to squat on the toilet when Brett screamed, “NO, LET ME STICK IT IN!” and grabbed me, shoved me face first into the tiny shower and slammed his dick into my ass like a finger in a dike. It hurt so bad now as the cramps were like contractions coming quicker, and more intense and as Brett pulled back to thrust in again my ass blew and piss and cum and gut juice exploded over both us. Brett paused, lifted his hands up, looked around and said, “You’re clean. Fucking hell how do you do that?” and then proceed to fuck my drenched ass until he cummed. A long shower later, Brett offered to run over to one of the food stands that was making breakfast tacos for the workers and grab us some. I realized I was starving and told him to grab extra. While he was gone I opened my Polar Pop cup, went back into the bathroom, removed the fan and then my secret box, and stashed the stack of money inside. I then decided I would pack my bag for the morning and started to look around for the supplies I would need. Water – check. Sunglasses – check. Papertowels – check (along with back up shorts in case they were needed). Flashlight – fuck no. So I took a lighter instead. I also pulled the carpet back and stole some more of Pa’s money and hid that in the extra shorts. Why should I spend my money from Carter? If I needed it, I could take some of his, just a little here and there. Then I realized I didn’t have anything to put the stuff in and it did not seem like we had a backpack, so I found a couple Circle K plastic bags and figured I would just carry that. Perfect. Brett returned with our breakfast tacos and as we ate he played 21 questions about the run, who fucked me, how I got pissed in and more. I didn’t tell Brett shit and just told him to drop it and tomorrow he could eat my ass out again and slurp out any cum I got on the way. That perked the nasty little fucker right up and we laughed as we called each other slut. I still was not quite tired and no one had shown up, so decided to do a quick run around the parking lot and see if there was anything I could snag as I actually enjoyed stealing shit. Nope, nothing. Damn. I got back to the RV, still no dick, which was OK as I was starting to feel like crashing, guess it was the food, so I got naked, climbed onto the bed, pulled a t-shirt over my eyes to block out the light and passed out. A few hours later Brett woke me up – not with coffee or lunch, but a plate full of lines and said, “Wakey wakey, sissy need to get bakey bakey?” What the fuck? I took the plate, my eyes watered as I snorted as deep as I could, swallowed the runnage that drained down my throat and said, “What sort of shit is that? Wakey wakey? This is not fucking preschool.” Brett laughed, stroked his dick through his shorts and said, “Get your ass up and at-em. Is that better? Want my dick? I know you do. You love my dick. Come on sissy. You got someone waiting.” I moaned, snorted some more, and got up, shook the sleep off, and got to work. It was a little dicked carney fucker, in and out quite literally before he shot in my ass and acted like he had just won the lotto. I checked my watch, shit – had to get ready to meet Dennis, the trucker from yesterday who was going to meet me at the warehouse for Centennial Hall. He agreed to get me the stuff for Teddy that I could not steal and in return, I promised to get ‘freaky’ for him for no charge. I made my way to the other side of the fair park, had to practically walk all the way around the Hall to find the warehouse section, but once there found Dennis easy enough as he was leaning against the front of a rig, looking back and forth up the parking lot, puffing on his cigar like a big old steam engine getting ready to go up a hill. “So,” Dennis said then spat a wad of tobacco funk onto the pavement, “You ready to get knocked up again?” After the morning I had gone through I was sure I could handle anything Dennis had lined up and shrugged and followed him up into the warehouse. He led me down the line of loading dock doors, past several trucks, to the last one in the line and motioned for me to step inside where I was greeted by the sound of voices from the far end and dark shapes lit by a camp lantern. Dennis stepped in behind me, pulled the trailer door down with a BANG, then guided me towards the front. At the front were two other guys sitting on crates, smoking, drinking, and talking. The both turned and looked at me and I had to bite my tongue not to laugh. One of them had a Lone Ranger type mask over his eyes made out of fucking Duck Tape! While I guess it was a ‘mask’, it did nothing to hide his wicked long, red haired beard – a feature I could pick out on him a mile away. The other had a bandana that was ready to slip off the end of his nose that he had to lift each time he took a drink or smoke and turn his head at the same time to keep his face hidden. Dennis patted me on the back and said, “OK, here’s the deal. My buddies here want to spank you a bit, slap you a little, get nasty and freaky and we’re all going to fuck you like a truck stop whore and send you home with a little gift – ok a few gifts but let’s not quibble. Come on men, time to get fucking!” Well, the next hour was frankly nothing to write home about, quite literally. Dennis’ idea of a freaky time was like a bad porno and I was ashamed to be the ‘starlet’ in that show, although I did get three loads up my ass and they all raved about what a good whore I was. We wrapped up, Dennis handed me a box of stuff on my way out as payment along with $10 as a tip, and I made my way over to the trash shed to find Teddy. It was locked, so I went around the back, hid the box under a blue tarp, and wandered back to the RV feeling empty, unfulfilled, frustrated. My dick did not even get hard when Dennis fucked me. What was wrong? I swung by the food stall area, found someone who was still cooking for the workers, bought a couple burgers and some fries figuring I would have one of the burgers when I got up. The RV was empty when I got back and I was really in no mood to get high – for what? I finished the fries, a burger, drank a Coke and was watching the little TV that Brett had stolen when he and Pa came in. Brett laughed, rubbed my head like I was a puppy and Pa said, “Alright sissy. Report. Tell me what happened today and how’d it go.” I shrugged and said, “Nothing to tell. I did the job. That’s it.” Pa slammed both hands on the table in front of me and spit flew from his mouth as he said, “I FUCKING KNOW THERE IS MORE, SO TELL ME RIGHT NOW.” I looked at Brett, the accusation clear on my face that he was reporting back to Pa, then calmly looked at Pa and said, “No.” Pa’s face got red, he clenched his fists and I looked at him with a ‘I dare you fucker’ look. The moment passed, Pa shook his head, wiped his face with his right hand and said, “I’m sorry sissy. I didn’t mean to be – well to be angry about it. Fuck. You’re helping the family out here and I just, well, I just want to make sure you’re safe. I was worried that’s all.” I looked at him quizzically and thought that was a fucked up way of showing but instead said, “Thanks, but I’m good,” and went back to watching my show. It was about 9:30 p.m. and the rest of the evening had been dead. No carney dick, do drama with Pa, no good TV. I was jonesing for some Tina and was battling between that and my desire to sleep when there was a ruckus outside, swearing, lawn chairs tossed against the RV and then someone banging on the door. Pa opened the door and began to yell then stepped back as the three gangbangers who fucked me in the old convenience store that morning pushed their way in and closed the door. The RV suddenly felt really tiny and the tension was thick. Pa raised his hands up a little, “Look, we don’t want any trouble. We’re just poor carney folks here, look around? See the shitty place we got. Nothing here to steal fellas, nothing at all.” The three of them looked at each other, looked at me then Pa and busted out laughing, then the youngest one said, “Step the fuck off man. Jesus. We came to make a delivery – Snickers bars, extra nuts YO!” Once again they all started laughing and Pa and Brett looked at each other in utter confusion and then looked at me as I chuckled too, so they did get the joke after all! The gangbangers then got serious, one of them lit a joint and blew the smoke at Pa while #3, my Master, said in his raspy crack smoking voice, “He’s coming with us. Roulette’s the house game tonight and it always comes up black.” Pa and Brett were totally confused now but Master looked at me, I nodded and said, “Yes Sir,” and Master smiled. Pa suddenly found a spine, or some balls, and said, “No, he’s not going anywhere’s unless I say so.” Thug #2 hiked up his shirt, patted the gun sticking out of his waistband and said, “THIS right here asshole says YES.” Pa stepped back, looked at me, and I smiled and said with as much disdain as I could muster, “Fuck - it’s business. Don’t worry.” I hopped up, ran to the back of the RV, put on my sneakers, a T-shirt, and headed back out. The standoff was still going on between the three thugs and Pa and Brett who was now rolling his shoulders like he wanted to punch somebody. Oh please, they would drop his ass in a heartbeat. I nodded at Master, he turned to go and then I remembered, “Shit, my bag. Will I be back before the pick up?” He shook his head with a firm NO, so I went to the back again, grabbed my Circle K bag of supplies, my Polar Pop cup, and rejoined my BBC escort for the night. My heart was racing as we stepped out of the RV and my ass was spasming in proximity to thug dick. We started walking out of the parking lot towards the gate when I stopped and asked, “How did you guys find me?” Thug #1 wrapped his arm around my neck and shoulders pulled me closer to him as we walked, shook his head and said, “Took us a while. All you white folks look alike!” All three of them laughed like that was the best joke ever, yet I didn’t get it. “OK,” I said, “So who is plain Snickers and who is extra nuts?” They got it that time. We started up the sidewalk, me in the middle of the wolf pack of thugs with Master’s hand protectively on my back. No better safety for a white sissy than some rough gangbangers especially if their boss is in charge of that hood. We headed up my route towards the freeway but then turned right, went a couple blocks, took a few more turns and walked up to a house that looked abandoned. No lights, part of the porch was falling off, and not an occupied house, car, or person in sight. We walked around to the back and Master pulled on the barn style door of the garage. I cautiously followed them inside, the door closed, the lights came on and I was in other world – a whole other fucking, scary, leather world. “Welcome to the Pleasure Palace,” Master said as he walked to the middle of the room and lovingly stroked the welded steel frame that was the centerpiece. “Ever been fucked in a sling?” he asked. I swallowed hard, shook my head, and the other two thugs gave a little wolf 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?” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 15: Thug Gangbang **My Name is Mikey contains 17 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Lol us married whores know our place. I have a guy like this. I know to stay clear if another married guy is there. At least til he leaves then it is my turn.

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

Just as I started to catch my breath, he leaned in and kissed me gently at first but then more aggressively—forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hands up over my head and pinned them down. With every action he was reinforcing his control over me—complete control. I was still pretty fuzzy from the overdose of g he had given me, so it was a lot for me to take in and process. But as he kissed me and held me down—his body heavy on top of me—I felt myself let go and give in to him. I started to kiss him back just as deeply. And I started to grind my hips up toward his cock. “That’s a good boy. You are starting to learn what you are and what you need. And daddy can give you what you need and help you become your true self. Do you understand boy?” I nodded my head slowly as he stroked by face and licked my ear. He pushed himself off of me and looked down “You are one hot fucking piece of ass, boy.” With no warning he grabbed my torso and lifted it up off the bed and over his shoulder—just as he had done with my boyfriend earlier—and started to carry me across the penthouse playroom. As he walked, he slapped my ass a few times, telling me how hot it was to fuck. “You have no idea how great that ass is. I’m not going to ever let you leave, boy. I’m just going to keep you up here fucked up getting fucked all the time. You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to change your life forever.” We finally reached wherever he was going, and he very gently set me down so that I was standing in front of him. Before I could look around he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure I’m going to bring to your life. Are you ready?” I looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I want to hear you say you’re ready. Tell daddy you want to be his boy.” “Yes, daddy. I want to be your boy.” He leaned in close and cupped my chin with his hand. “Say it again, boy.” “I want to be your boy, daddy.” He started to shift his weight away from me and shake his head. “I don’t know, boy. You don’t seem like you really want it…” I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hairy pecs, “Please, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want. Please! I need to be your boy.” I was completely overcome with terror as I thought about never being held or kissed or fucked by him again—this man who had drugged and raped me. I knew that part of it was the lingering effects of the g. But it was more than that. “I think you are ready, boy.” He walked me a few steps backward and leaned me back into a sling that was in a semiprivate alcove at the opposite end of the penthouse from the oversized bed. “This is my own little private play area—my husband can only come here when he’s invited. It’s where I like to break in my new fuck boys.” He gently lifted my legs into the sling and fastened them into cuffs and then pulled me all the way back into the sling and did the same for my right arm. The left arm he left free and pushed a rolling cart with a padded rest underneath. He stepped behind me and grabbed something from a shelf, which I realized was a blindfold as he slipped it over me eyes. “Just relax—daddy’s going to take good care of you. The only way to be my boy is to trust me completely and absolutely. There’s nothing you can do and no way to turn back now, little boy, so you need to make the choice to give yourself to me unconditionally.” I nodded as the words “Yes daddy, anything you want.” tumbled out of my mouth. “Good boy.” I could hear him doing something behind me, but my brain couldn’t make sense of what it was he could be doing. I heard and felt a chair being pulled up beside me on the side where my arm was not restrained. “Hold your arm completely still.” I felt him wipe my arm with something cold and wet—and it only then dawned on my that he was about to use a needle to inject me with something. I must have tensed up a bit because he whispered to me, “Don’t you worry boy. Daddy was a fireman for over thirty years—so he’s had extensive medical training. Just relax and learn to love being my chem boy.” As he said the last few words, let out a deep breath and tried to let go of my anxiety. I felt the smallest prick and a few seconds later I started to cough intensely and suddenly I was alive like I’ve never been before. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I started to pant and moan. And that’s when daddy slipped his hard cock back inside of me. The second he buried his thick cock all the way to the hilt I shot a load. “Fuck, yeah, boy. You like getting slammed and having daddy’s cock all the way inside you??” “YES! Please! Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please!”

I crave dirty loads. Poz seed, especially high viral loads, make my hole twitch. The Craigslist ad was posted and the wait began. I had been tearing up my hole with a extra wide dildo so the strains would take as I wondered 'Where the fuck were the men?'. My ad was specific: "No poz cock or load refused." I'm in damn good shape for a 42 year old piece of ass. The pic I posted of my inked chest and cum-dripping ass proved as much. I just needed donors. The first responder was a foul mouthed older guy. He had no pic, which wasn't no problem. I didn't give a fuck what the top looks like, or, for that matter, his cock size. All I wanted was his strain. Well, he dumped his toxic load in less than two minutes, start to finish. He began to apologize, but I stopped him, saying "No worries. I got what I wanted." The second donor was a black kid. I wasn't sure he was actually poz. He may simply have wanted a white cunt to use and in which to blow his nut. Which was fine with me. He was hung and rough so at least he scrapped-up my insides. And, if I was lucky, he also gifted me. I drove across town for the third sperm donor, meeting him at xxx arcade in North Beach. He turned-out to be a business guy wearing a suit. He made me beg for his poz load as he fucked me through a glory hole. Donor number four wanted wanted to meet at the rest room in the public library in the Civic Center. It turned-out he was homeless, and he used the library public internet access to connect with guys. He told me he had a very dirty load for me. We used the handicapped stall, his big uncut cock was stuck to his filthy briefs. I couldn't fuckin' believe I was going to take his rank cock into my mouth. I knelt down to clean his piss slit out with my tongue and, goddam. He was dripping greenish puss. Of course I didn't hesitate. Fuckin' cumdump that I am! Then we moved onto the main event. Now, the first rule for any cumdump is simply: Bend over and spread 'em, which I did as soon as I had cleaned-up his cock, thinking to myself 'With his pus and the three earlier loads, I should be able to take his cock quite easily'. The angle, however, was wrong. The only way this would work was if I lay face down on the sticky tile and let the homeless guy climb on my back. Once in position, my face was jammed between the wall and the toilet, so I found myself licking the piss off the floor while he road me. After a few minutes of bucking, grunting, and finally screaming, he dumped his load deep in my cunt. Our fucking had, of course, attracted a crowd, so I underwent the all-too-familiar 'walk of shame'. Back in my car, I scanned my emails. Nothing. I needed more, so I headed over to the arcades in Folsom where I connected with a very clean-cut ,kid with the look of a Mormon. 'Damn' I thought, as he smiled at me. I was determined to reel him in, especially since I had long since discovered some of the nastiest pigs are the innocent looking ones. This kid didn't disappoint: he was a multi-cummer and, in short order, gave me three loads. As he was fixing his belt and zipping-up, I noticed the gold ring on his finger. 'Sweet', I thought. I checked my phone and one of my regulars had responded to my ad. This guy is in his early 20's, he calls me his AIDS Daddy. The more toxic the loads in my hole the more excited he would get. When I tell him I had been knocked-up by a homeless guy with gono, he spewed in his pants. 'Damn it', I thought, 'I should've told him the story while he was using me'. Anyhow, I swung by his place and, the miracle of youth, he was ready again in scarcely 15 minutes. He slow fucked me, and talked about pimping-out my ass out at Steamworks that night. 'Now, how could I refuse that sweet face?' I thought as he groaned, adding his DNA to the mix.

I've already posted this elsewhere but one Friday night of a Labor Day weekend in New Orleans, I sucked cocks all night in a bar called Rawhide. I was wearing nothing but cowboy boots, jeans. Bar was PACKED w/shirtless men. 100 degrees. Around 2 am, crowd changed from gay accountants on vacation to local New Orleans ghetto thugs. I didn't stop. I kept going till 5 am. I lost count in the upper 20s. I begged men "Cum on my face and my tits!" And they did. My beard got saturated; it slid down my neck, between my tits, down my happy trail, puddled in my belly button, stopped when the trail of cocksnot hit the top of my pubes. I walked around bar showing off, little ropes dangling off my beard as I stood in line to piss or order a beer. Had to walk 10 blocks back to hotel, thru hotel lobby. That was Friday night. Went back Sat. afternoon... Sat. night... Sun. afternoon... Sun. night... Did a few less each time but must've done 60 that weekend. Crack hos can't do that many cocks. And yes, I bent over and got fucked a few times that weekend too ... without turning around to see what they looked like.

Invited two fuck bud friends round last night, said they could bring others. Told them I just wanted to be loaded up and my hole filled with cum. They brought two others with them. So there was my fuck buds, one is 35 slim with nice fat cock, the other 22 with an 8" cut cock, both really handsome and fit. They brought a guy I'd had before - he's in his 40's hairy and a good top and his mate who is in the army, amazing body, he is bisexual apparently. Anyway I got on all fours, my arse in the air and one by one they fucked me and came right up deep inside. Army guy went first, by the time the other three had unloaded, he was ready to fuck and cum again. My hole was absolutely dripping with cum, it was lush. The older guy smacked me hard as cum was leaking out, as he was pushing it back in he asked if I had a plug. Of course I have, I pointed to where and he got it and rammed it in. I slept with it in and the cum in me. Just let go a couple of hours ago.

I've had a busy 6 months since I last posted on here. I haven't been counting but I've probably taken about 40+ cum loads up my hole. I'm not fussy as long as I get the cum, guys from 18 to 55. In fact the 55 year old guy had the biggest cock I've ever taken and he fucked me so hard I was 'off' for days. He dumped 3 loads in me in about 2.5 hours. It was bliss. He made me push it all out and we both admired his handiwork. There was a lot!! I went to a local gangbang and ended up being the only bottom with 6 loads. I've dumped in only 2 guys. A 17 year old twink and a 28 year old cum slut. I had 4 loads of random cum inside me when I came in the 28 yr old cum slut, he didn't even know. Haha. I've always been more bottom than top. And still neg although not actively chasing but there you go.

Well, I tried out Bunker last Tuesday night on a friend's recommendation. It was naked night. I arrived at about 8pm, it was easy to find, 7 mins walk from Republique. Pay at the door, they give you a locker key. I got changed and then went downstairs to see the cruise areas. The place was very clean, a few slings, cubicles with glory holes, prison bars, etc and a large and very dark darkroom. I had a lot of fun there. About 50 or 60 guys, all ages from 20 to about 50 although most were 30's and 40's. No obese guys. Apart from me, all were French, but everyone was very friendly. Most of the action takes place in the darkroom. Everyone was either fucking or sucking. I also had fun 1-2-1 in the cubicles. Never saw a single condom being used. The tops were moving from one hole to the next. I think I got fucked by 10 or 12 guys. Planning my next trip

Looks don't matter to me when my ass is just in the air or I'm blind folded in a sling. I've had guys I saw after they've fucked me that are total trolls that have used me and I think it's kinda hot

Posted an ad on cl this morning, and in 5 minutes had a response. ...4 emails later a 6'4, 200# well hung married silverdaddy walked in and pump and dumped a hot raw load in me. He was hard when he walked in. ...unzipped, squirted some lube on the head of his cock and slammed it home....5 minutes and he had dumped a load in me and was backing out of the driveway. I'm still leaking his load out....hoping for another load quick!

I've had some awesome sex at sun city. The dark room upstairs is usually a total bb fuckfest--cocks sliding into you and holes backing onto you. Had a really beautiful spanish stud the last time. Going again tomorrow, hoping Sunday aft is crowded.

best place are : depot but a lot of young, turn a lot, bb possible in darkroom and cabin atlas a cinéma in pigalle very dirty but a lot of blacks and arabish guy who want some tansvestite but fuck bare a lot in the top dark toilets be carefull some pickpocket too le tilt sauna rue ste anne open the night a big smoking room with full of bb action my favourite place