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The first time we connected, we agreed to meet in a park where we made our transaction. Several times after that, he would meet me at my house, an hour late, or two hours late, or he wouldn’t show up at all. It drove me crazy, but dealers are hard to come by, and I knew that if I pissed him off, I’d probably have a tough time finding another connection. After we’d met up maybe half a dozen times, I guess he decided that he could trust me, and he started having me meet him at his apartment. That worked out great, no more having to wait around, hour after hour, for him to show up. He would answer the door, we’d make the transaction, and I was on my way. One Saturday afternoon, after the usual frustration of trying to connect with my dealer, I finally got him to answer his phone, and he told me to meet him at his apartment. Fine. At least I wouldn’t waste an entire afternoon waiting for him to show up at my house. No matter how many times I met up with my dealer, I was always extremely nervous, so I got in the habit of taking a couple of big hits on my bubbler, before I left the house. That always made the tension and nervousness roll right off of me. I pulled on a pair of 501’s, my boots, and my black leather motorcycle jacket (no shirt), and headed out. Traffic was good, and parking was easy, so it didn’t take me more than 15 minutes to get to his apartment. Apparently the leather motorcycle jacket look gave him the idea that I was in the mood for some action, because, for the first time, he invited me in. As soon as I was inside, he offered me his pipe, and, of course, I accepted. I took a good hit, then handed it back to him. After we each had taken a few hits, he asked me if I did G. I said, “Sure,” so he went out into the kitchen to mix it up with some Gatorade. He handed it to me, and I drank it right down, as usual. But, man, this was some strong assed stuff ! It made me feel extremely dizzy, and just before I passed out, my eyes closed, and I could feel him unzipping my jacket and tearing open my 501’s. The last thing I remember, I was sitting on the couch, feeling his mouth on my cock. When I came to, I was all put back together, but I was still feeling kind of dizzy. I couldn’t help but notice that, now, there were 2 more men in the apartment. It turned out that one guy was another customer, and the other guy was my dealer’s supplier. The customer was a hot young guy who looked like he was barely of age, if that. He and my dealer were passing the pipe back and forth, and my dealer asked him what he liked. He said that he liked sucking big dicks. My dealer said, “I’ve got a pretty big dick,” and he proceeded to haul it out. He wasn’t kidding. It must have been about 8” long, and quite thick, and cut, with a big helmet head on it. The kid wasted no time dropping to his knees, enthusiastically sucking my dealer’s hard cock. Soon, the kid stripped down, and he resumed sucking. I asked the kid if he wanted to have his cock sucked, too, and he said, “Yeh !” So, I went right to work on him. I’m one of those guys who gets Tina-dick, as soon as I start partying. Not these guys. I was surprised that, even though they’d both been hitting the pipe, over and over, their cocks stayed rock hard. While I happily sucked the entire length of the kid’s cock in and out of my mouth, my dealer placed his hands on the back of the kid’s head, and repeatedly forced his down into the kid’s throat, and held it there until he had to come up for air. It was fuckin’ hot to watch, and I wished that it was my throat that was getting fucked. Several times, the 4th guy in the apartment (my dealer’s supplier) mentioned that he needed a ride back to his house. After a while, the kid had to take off, so I volunteered to drive the supplier back to his house. Every time I think of that afternoon, I could kick myself for not hanging around. Maybe I could have had a nice long session partying with my dealer and sucking and riding his big cock. It was about a 30 minute drive to the supplier’s house, and we exchanged small talk, then he suddenly blurted out, “Have you ever thought about becoming a dealer ?” I admitted that I hadn’t, and he proceeded to give me kind of a soft sell proposition. “You want some real quality shit, not that stuff he’s dealing you, that’s been cut so many times that you can hardly raise a decent cloud.” Well, he was certainly right about that. I told him I’d give it some serious thought, and I’d let him know. When we got to his house, he said, “Come on in. I’ll show you some real quality shit.” No way was I going to refuse THAT offer. I parked the car, and we went inside. Having never been in a supplier’s house, I didn’t know what to expect, but it looked pretty much like any other average house. He quickly gave me the ten-cent-tour, casually mentioning the sling that was hanging from a couple of beams in the ceiling of one of the bedrooms. Of course, my eyes lit up when I saw that. Back in the living room, he told me to have a seat, while he went out to the kitchen to get a couple bottles of water. When he returned, he also had what I was pretty sure was his “stash” kit. Smart guy, I thought. Being a supplier, he must have had a fairly large quantity of Tina, well hidden, somewhere in the house, and he kept a small “stash kit,” just for regular use. “Have you ever done hot rails,” he asked me ? I said that I had done, a couple times. “Wait’ll you try this shit,” he said. “This shit will knock you on your ass ! But, in a good way.” And, he laughed. I was surprised that the only thing in his “stash kit” was one small baggie, about half filled with very finely crushed Tina. Again, he was being smart, not keeping everything in one place. From one room, and then another, he retrieved a large mirror, a long glass rod, and a lighter. After placing the mirror on the coffee table, in front of me, he layed out a couple of fat lines of the Tina, then he proceeded to move a steady blue flame up and down the tip of the glass rod. When he determined that the glass rod was blistering hot, he handed it to me, and said, “There you go. Do that one,” pointing to one of the lines on the mirror. I put the glass rod to my nose, and very quickly sucked up the entire line of finely crushed Tina, holding the smoke in my lungs for a second, before blowing out a huge white cloud. “You feel that,” he asked ? He already knew the answer. He could see my bulging eyes and dilating pupils,as the rush intensified and i gasped for breath, my head and chest feeling hot, and my heart beating a mile a minute. Again, he laughed. Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to get out of my clothes, which I did. I could feel my hole twitching, and I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock as I watched him reheating the glass rod. Then, he handed the rod to me, and told me to continue heating it. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When he returned, he was minus all of his clothes, and wearing nothing but a steel cock ring and a pair of black leather chaps, with his big black cock hanging down, very thick and heavy. Showing a big grin, all I could say was, “Whoa !” “I thought you might like that,” he said, as he took the glass rod from me, and heated it a little more, before he bent down and snorted the second line. Immediately, he grabbed the back of my head, and pressed his lips to mine, and shotgunned the cloud into me, completely filling my lungs. Now, I really was reeling. “Chug down that bottle of water, then follow me,” he said. I was more than happy to do as I was told. He handed me a black jock strap, and said, “Here; try this on.” I pulled it on, glad to cover my ever shrinking Tina-dick, and turned back and forth to see if he approved. He smiled and nodded. “Go ahead and hop in the sling,” he told me, which I was more than happy to do.

I was back in town for my 10 year high school reunion. It was the first time I had been back since I helped my parents move almost seven years earlier. That occasion was also the last time I saw and got fucked by Gary. I have been keeping in touch with him every since we graduated. He was outted to his mother just before graduation, she kicked him out, he moved into an apartment and got on with his life. A few days after he got kicked out I stopped by his apartment to see how he was doing, one thing lead to another, Gary popped my cherry. But that is a story for another day. Gary was a cute nerdy guy, 5’6” 115 pounds, sandy hair with killer green eyes and a nice thick, cut 6.5” cock. I was an still am a runner, 5’11” 145 pounds blond with blue eyes and a cut 6” cock but not as thick as Gary’s. He was elated when I told him I was coming to town for the reunion and begged for me to stay with him. Yeah, he just wanted to save me some money for a hotel. Right. LOL I rang the doorbell, Gary answered wearing dark green nylon shorts and a white t-shirt and looking exactly like he did in HS although a little gaunt. I entered kicked off my flip flops, we hugged, I bent down, we kissed with Gary pushing his tongue in my mouth which I sucked on. Not sure how long we sucked face but we did break the kiss and Gary’s bulge under his shorts showed he was happy to see me. That or he was just horny to fuck my ass. We sat on the couch, started chit chat but I couldn’t keep my eyes of his bulge. He was rubbing his cock through his shorts, I was transfixed by it, that bulge of his took me back to when I first saw his cock, back to when Gary took my virginity. Thinking back on how perfect his cock was, how it hurt at first, then felt great as he pounded my ass and exploded inside me. I licked my lips, I felt someone shaking me, I came back to reality. Gary was laughing at me saying “You must have taken a vacation 'cause you stopped talking, and have had a vacant look all the time you've been licking your lips. What were you thinking about? My dick? Were you thinking about the first time I fucked you?” I looked at him, gave a sheepish smile and answered "Yeah, that was exactly what I was thinking.” He rubbed his cock some more then pulled the waist band down and his cock popped out. “Why don’t you get down there and get reacquainted with my dick?" I took my shirt off, got on my knees, pulled his shorts all the way off, he spread his legs, I got between them and licked the head of his cock. A little precum formed on the tip, I licked it up and started sucking on his dick. I was enjoying the feeling of his dick slipping between my lips, sliding across my tongue, burying my nose in his pubes. Gary grabbed my head and started face fucking me for a short time, he stopped I buried his cock in my throat, vacuum sucking his cock. He slid his hands down my back, stopping at my ass, grabbing each cheek and squeezing. Quietly he ordered me to unbutton my shorts. I pulled off his cock, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts then resumed sucking his dick. His hands slid under my shorts caressing my butt, his fingers deftly playing with my crack causing a long moan to escape me. "It's time for your ass to welcome my cock," Gary commented. With that he pulled me off his cock and gestured for me to stand, drop my shorts, and follow him into the bedroom. Once there I turned to kiss him, made a grab for his shirt to take it off, he slapped my hand away and chuckled saying “That’s for later.” Weird, but then he pushed me back on the bed and we started making out again so I forgot it. His hard cock pressed against me, he started a rhythmic rocking motion, I spread my legs and bent my knees up, causing his cock to start sliding up my crack giving him access to my ass. Gary looked into my eyes and asked "You ready for me to fuck you, to slide my bare hard cock into your body, to share my special gift, to make you part of me forever?” "Oh, fuck yeah, Gary. I want you in my ass. I want you to fuck me.” He grabbed the insides of my knees, pushed them back toward my head, I reached up and held them for him as he smeared some lube on his cock and my hole. He lined his hard, bare cock with my hole and pushed in causing both of us to moan, he feed me half his cock, pulled out then slid back in, deeper, repeated until he was balls deep in my ass. “My precum is coating your guts, making it slippery for the ass pounding I am going to give you. I'll keep thrusting until my cock explodes in you, spreading my DNA to you, giving you that special gift.” He was fucking me all the while, his cock sliding in and out of my guts. He put my legs on his shoulders and really started fucking me, changing his speed from short rabbit thrusts to long slow deep penetration to an all out assault on my hole. We were both cover in sweat his shirt sticking to him, said he was getting really close, then he growled and started rabbit fucking again, I felt his cock swell, he made several quick thrusts followed by a hard lunge, more quick thrusts and hard lunge as his cock was exploding deep in my guts. He laid on top of me, I could feel his heart beating, his spent cock still inside me, stayed hard. He smiled, kissed me remarking "That's round one. I can definitely keep fucking," and with that he resumed fucking me, his cock making squishing noise as he slid in on the first load he had deposited in my ass. He pulled out, grabbed my hips and twisted, I rolled over on all fours, assumed the position head down, ass up. Gary slid back in, fucking his first load deep into my guts, reading my mind he said “I am forcing my DNA babies into your guts with every thrust of my cock, my gift will find a home in you; you will carry me with you forever.” He began pounding my ass harder than the first time, he didn’t vary his tempo this time, he just kept at it. He started slowing down, pulled out and told me to get on my back, I flipped over, spread my legs pulling them up, he grabbed my ankles and started thrusting again, more urgent, more intense like he was on a mission. He asked if I wanted his load again, I said yes. With that he pulled off his sweat soaked shirt, resumed fucking, that is when I noticed a biohazard symbol on his left pec and a scorpion on his right. The scorpion had a red drop coming from the stinger. I knew what those represented, Gary saw my look, smiled and said I told you I wanted to give you my gift, you spread your legs giving me access to your ass, letting me bare fuck you, besides it is too late. With the first fuck I tore you up. I saw blood on my cock, so I know my DNA is already invading your body." I just stared at him, many emotions flashed past in an instant but I was feeling his cock sliding in and out my ass, his handsome face glistening with sweat, I gave in to the fuck, accepted what had happened and let Gary make me one with him. A few minutes later he dropped his second charged load in my ass.

Life is all about choices. Some are good, some bad. There is no blueprint. What works for one can be another's downfall. I don't judge and could care less what others think of the choices I make. This is my story as of now. First a little about me. My name is Max. I am a fit 43 year old man. Taller than most, not overly muscular but well defined at 175 pounds. I have brown hair with a bit of grey at the temples. Light dusting of hair on my chest with a treasure trail leading down to an 8 inch dick. Truly versatile but I go through phases where I lean more top or bottom. Depends on the man/men and the situation. Did I forget to mention that I am poz? 25 years now. Truth is at the time I converted at 18 I was one horny teenager but I wasn't half the slut I am now. Hardly ever fucked, spent most of my time sucking cock and when I did fuck I could count on one hand the times I bottomed. But it only takes one right? Choices. After testing poz I met a guy at university and we were together for 15 years. We did the safe sex bit adding a few drugs to the mix every once in a while and settled into a predictable sexual routine. Over the years we become better friends than lovers and decided to part amicably. I moved to another coast and even though we don't see each other as often as we would like we remain good friends. After moving I went through a bit of a difficult time dating wise. Had a few rejections due to my status and retreated into myself and entered a celibate phase for a few years. I was in a bad head space and thought I was too toxic to have a fulfilling sex life. Might have done things differently knowing then what I know now but that rough period led me to being the man I am today. Again choices. One night I decided that enough was enough. I knew from the gay rags there was a bathouse in town and decided to try it. Got there about 10 pm on a Sat night and the place was packed. Got a room, quickly stripped down, grabbed my towel and headed out to see who was there. Nervously I walked around checking things out and getting more hot and bothered by the sounds and smell of sex everywhere. On the second floor I looked into a room that was larger than mine with a sling next to the bed. On the bed was two very hot men. They looked up at me, smiled and asked if I would like to come inside. With my dick pointing the way I said yes and made my way over to them.The first guy introduced himself as Brandon (mid 30's, black hair, scruff and built a bit larger than me) and he then introduced his boyfriend Liam (late 20's,thin and smooth, very preppy looking with a very fuckable ass). Both had very impressive cocks. Brandon said "Relax bro you look a bit tense we won't bite unless you ask us to" Brandon began to kiss me as Liam knelt down and took my cock in his mouth. It felt great but I pulled him off for a second and told them both that I was poz. Liam looked up at me with a big smile and said "No worries dude so are we and about 99% of the men in here." He then went back to my cock while Brandon postioned himself so that I could suck him as well. After awhile Brandon looked at me and asked if I partied. I told him that I had done X and coke in the past but had not done any drugs in a long time. Liam laughed and said by the looks of how hard your dick just got with the question I guess we can assume the answer will be yes. What the fuck I thought to myself. Since this was going to be my coming out party so to speak I might as well go in all guns blazing. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a large bag of crystals. "This is Tina...crystal meth...a little more hardcore than what you have done in the past but trust us it will bring out your inner whore like nothing you have done before." Brandon loaded a glass pipe and said to me "Follow my lead" He took a lighter and held it under the glass bowl until the crystals began to melt. He then told me to inhale once the smoke began to swirl in the bowl. I did as I was told, held it and then let out a huge white cloud. "Excellent" Liam said "now do a couple more and shotgun the smoke into our mouths." I did 4 more hits, trading the white clouds back and forth with them until they dissapated. Liam and Brandon then began to run their hands up and down my body. I felt electrified. "How do you feel big guy?" "Fucking fantastic". At this point I bent Liam over the bed and began to eat his hole like I was suffocating and it was my only source of oxgen in the room. He began to moan like a bitch in heat. Brandon then positioned himself in front of Liam and put his dick in his mouth. "Nothing hotter than watching a hot man fuck my slutty husband. Stick that cock in his hole and give him a recharge with your load." No one had to ask me twice. In two seconds I was balls deep and ramming my first hole in years.I couldn't believe how good it felt to plow a hot ass again. I rough fucked him for what seemed like forever, "Can't fucking hold back...here it comes...fuck fuck fuck Ugggggh." At that point Brandon unloaded into Liam's mouth and like the hungry boy he was he grabbed Brandon around the waist and pulled him further down his throat so that he wouldn't miss a drop. Liam was in bliss. "That was fucking hot! Brandon said. Then he asked me "Do you ever get fucked?" "Not for a very long time" "We are both vers, me leaning more top and Liam leaning more bottom and we would like nothing better than to flip fuck with you for a long time." Liam then said "Besides I haven't come yet and turnabouts fair play. With that he winked at me and licked his lips." "Fucking hot....I have to confess that I have literally had no sex for a long time before this and that sounds fucking fantastic" I said. Brandon handed me the pipe again. " After a few more hits I never felt better. Brandon then said "How would you like to get even higher hot man?" If you like the pipe you are going to love slamming." I then turned to them and said "If I wasn't this high I probably would never admit this to anyone but I feel a connection with you guys so here goes. Lately I have been going on Tumblr and I stumbled on some posts showing guys shooting up. At first I thought that was sick but then it became like a train wreck where you can't look away and then at some point I realized that every time I saw the needles go in and watch the rush I was becoming more and more turned on". There is this one in particular that I saw that almost made me cum hands free. There is this clean cut guy sitting on a couch. The kind of man who looks like he would never consider doing anything like this. Really preppy like a certain man I just finished fucking." With that they both laughed. "Go on" they said. When you look closer you can see that he has pumped up his nipples and is stroking a very nice dick. He also has a tourniquet on his arm.He looks to be in his late 20's. Another man leans in and very quickly and expertly delivers the hit. You can't really see him but in my mind he is slightly older and is the one to have corrupted him in the past. Within seconds of getting slammed he coughs and you see the rush take over him. His dick remains rock hard the whole time. As you see it hit him harder he begins to say "Fuck... Fuck yeah" and keeps stroking his cock. He then looks off camera to the guy who slammed him and says "David come fuck me". Then the clip ends. " I have watched that on a loop over and over. Sometimes I imagine I am the kid and sometimes I imagine I am the man about to rape his ass. Either way that was the clip that made me realize I would try this if the situation ever presented itself but really thought it was going to stay a fantasy." Brandon then told me to get into the sling. He gave me back the pipe so that I could take a few more hits which he told me later was to make sure that I didn't change my mind. Liam went back into their black playkit and pulled out 6 syringes. "Let's kick this needle fetish of yours into high gear" he said with a nasty grin on his face. "Slamming can affect your dick one of two ways. It either makes you harder than you have ever been in your life or you can get tina dick and go soft for hours. We have some Viagra but we prefer to use that more as a booster. The best way to a lasting party hard on is something called Trimix that gets injected directly into your dick and in a few minutes it will turn to steel. Then we are going to slam you into the stratosphere. Watch Brandon first." I watched as he wiped his dick with an alcohol wipe and then uncapped a syringe with a very small needle. I winced as I watched him inject his cock. It was over in a second. He then took a tourniquet and placed it on his arm. He walked over closer to the sling so that I could get a better look. "Keep your eyes on this. If you listen closely you can hear a small pop as the needle penetrates the vein." While he was doing that Liam very quickly and expertly injected the Trimix into my cock. I was too distracted and high to think about it. He then walked around behind Brandon so that I would be able to watch him inject his dick at the same time Brandon shot up. "Here goes...you next big boy" I watched as the needle was inserted into his vein and watched him pull back blood into the chamber. "That's the flash...look how hard your dick is getting....here I go" With that he pushed the liquid back into his arm. "Holy shit...." His entire body started to shudder. His eyes became wide as he coughed and rushed. "Damnnnnnnnnnn" With that he knelt down in front of the sling an began to eat out my ass. Liam came back around now sporting his own impressive hardon and said "Our turn". With that he tied tourniquets on both of our arms. Expertly he inserted a needle into his own vein but did nothing until he got me ready. As I felt the needle go into my arm I swear I could have come right then and there. He pulled back on the plunger first me then him. "Are you ready to unleash your inner whore hot man?" With that he pushed the plunger in, me first, then him and. released both of our tourniquets at the same time. "Holy fuck....holy fuck....FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!" We both started coughing and I felt like I was on fire. My ears started ringing and all of the heat started going towards my hole which was still being expertly licked by Brandon. Now I new exactly how that man in the Tumblr clip felt. "Someone fuck me pleaseeeee!!! Liam stepped around and began to kiss me as Brandon stood up, lubed my hole and shoved in balls deep in one thrust. "Can't wait for you to unload in him so that I can fuck that cummy ass" Liam said. With that Brandon and I locked eyes as he began to power fuck me. Dark eyes, black eyes without irises.Nothing but black pupils."Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me" He continued to ram fuck my ass. Time stopped can't say how long he fucked me. Then that magic moment. I felt his dick begin to stiffen and throb. His eyes rolled back into his head. "Can't hold back....going to load you up NOWWWWWW!!!!" Pulse after pulse of warm sperm filled my hungry hole until he collapsed on top of me. When he pulled out I didn't think I could feel more empty but not for long. "Feed him some" I heard. With that Brandon went back to my hole and feltched out some of the cum. He then walked around to the head of the sling. "Open your mouth" Liam said. With that Brandon spit his cum flavored by my ass into my mouth and began to kiss me. Then I began to feel fingers opening up my hole. As Brandon moved down to my nipples I looked up and saw Liam looking at me with an absolutey evil grin. "Your ass is so fucking cummy already. Can't wait to get more loads in there. With that he removed his fingers and replaced them with his rock hard cock. "I am going to enjoy this". He began to slowly pump my ass and I could feel Brandon's cum getting pushed in deeper, some of it leaking out around Liam's dick as he fucked me. "You told us your dark fantasy and now that you are living it I feel I should share mine. Let me tell you how Brandon and I met. I was a circuit boy and discovered that I loved the drugs and the sex parties better than the dancing. Soon that wasn't enough for me and my twisted mind began to think of new ways to get off. Don't be too sure that the older guy corrupted the younger guy in that Tumblr clip you told us about.I have always looked like a clean cut boy. Nothing dangerous. Good boyfriend material. The kind of man you would bring home to meet the family. I decided to use that to my advantage. Like I said I loved my drugs. My dealer told me that if I was able to bring him more clients I could get product for free. He kept fucking as he talked. Sometimes slowly, sometimes hard. Fuck that felt good. Brandon was watching from the bed jerking his cock with his fingers up his hole. "Damn Liam you know how listening to this gets me off" Brandon said. Liam continued..."I decided that I could use my preppy look to my advantage. I would dress up in my button down shirts and my khakis and go out looking to corrupt men to being slampigs. Nothing got me off more then or now. Looking at me no one would supect that was my intention or that I was dangerous in any way. I had met Brandon at this point and there was something about him that made me feel I had found a filthy, dirty minded kindred spirit. I decided to share with him my plan. For my first convert I had met this jock boy who had just come out and was very inexperienced. I took him back to my place where Brandon "my roommate" was waiting in another room. When we got to the apt he saw the tina pipe on the sidetable and asked what that was. I told him I would show him as I loaded the pipe, lit it and shotgunned the smoke into his mouth. After a few hits the kid was like putty in my hands. I kept getting him higher and more horny by teasing his dick and nipples through his clothes. I then got up and turned on the TV which was connected to my laptop. First I put on some bareback porn as we both got naked. As he was mesmerized by what was on the screen I took advantage and put a couple of tina shards up his ass as his dick was in my mouth. His ass practically devoured my fingers. Time for phase two. I switched the TV over to a file I had created with various slamming vids on a loop. Gave him the pipe again and made him take 3 big hits. His eyes were glazed over as he watched man after man on screen giving in to the needle. I whispered in his ear "Do you want to try it?" My roommate is a paramedic and can give the shots. Before he could answer I stuck my cock in his hole and started to fuck him slowly. Like I am doing to you now. Of course he said yes. Once he hit on the pipe for the first time I knew it would only be a matter of time. Brandon had changed into medical scrubs to make it look more authentic. I called to him and asked if he could do us a favor and administer the shots. He slammed us both and then we took turns spit roasting the jock. Since then Brandon and I have introduced many more Tina whores into the world." He began to fuck me harder as I felt Brandon's cock going into my mouth. "Slamwhores.....just....like....you.......FUCKKKKKKKKKKK.....He began to piston fuck me, pulling his cock all the way out and then ramming it back in...GONNA.....LOAD....YOU...UP.....UUUUGGGHHHHHHHH.....NOW!!!!!" With that I felt volley after volley of juice loading up my hungry hole. Brandon said "CAN'T...HOLD....OFF.... and began to shoot in my mouth which I swallowed hungrily. After awhile Liam prepared more shots and went off in search of new prey. We on the other hand waited in the hall until the moment came after the newbie was corrupted and we could walk in through the unlocked door to use and charge up his hungry hole. Fast forward a few years. Brandon and Liam have become my best friends and fuck buds. Liam continues to corrupt men to the world of slamming. Brandon and I are more than happy to assist him in any way possible. Changing the world. One slamwhore at a time. As I said earlier. Choices.

Well, I just got back from the most intense day I’ve had in a very long time. I can’t even begin to describe how fulfilling; yet naughty this experience has been. If I could take all the feelings and put them into one word or sound, it would be the sounds of a boy getting fucked, not being able to touch his own member – and cumming from the giant dick in his ass. This is how my day has gone, and it was amazing. Let’s start at the beginning – I was born into a . . . just kidding! Unless you’re into that whole “breeder” thing. No, no . . . it all started with a craigslist post that I put up yesterday morning. I usually don’t find much for hot sex on craigslist, but sometimes I get lucky. After posting the ad, I got a few hits from guys – you know, the usual crowd. But after a while, I received an email from a guy that said “Yo, my place is free right now. Come get fucked up that smooth ass. I’m 22, 5’11”, 150lbs. and 8 inches uncut.” (Damn!!) Attached to this email were two pictures. One was of his beautiful black uncut dick. The veins in his cock stuck out like they were yelling “this fucking cock is going to squirt so much black seed inside your tight little hole, you’ll be pregnant by the time I slip back out of your hole!” The only thing the picture left out was just how thick this cock was – it seems thicker and longer when it’s perched against your hole, waiting to penetrate your tight black-cock-virgin ass. The other picture that was attached to the email is one of those pictures that blocks out the persons face with the flash of the camera. However, you can clearly see his tight abs, long black dreadlocks, and a bulge coming out of his shorts that makes other shorts tent. Just looking at those abs, I could tell that they would be strong when pushing that fat cock up inside my body. After seeing the stats and pics that he laid in front of me, I emailed him back with my phone number immediately. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I was only thinking about taking that black cock in me as far as it would go. He texted me, and we traded more pictures, a few words, and by the time morning came of the next day, I was ready. I was ready to meet this black man with the giant cock, and we were going to fuck like rabbits until we couldn’t take it anymore. He texted me that morning and said “I’m not alone till ten am, but I’ll fuck you in my garage, the park nearby, the closet in the attic, anywhere you’ll take it.” My reply to this was “I have jungle fever, and you’re keeping my cure captive – I’m coming over for that cure!” He gave me his address, and I headed for my car! He texted me and asked if I was into a rape scenario, and I replied “yes.” At the time, I didn’t realize exactly what that set into motion for me that day. When I showed up at his house, he opened the door for me with his shirt off – his muscles were showing from underneath his thick dreaded hair, and I instantly realized that this was going to be a very important fuck in my career of fucking. He walked into his bedroom without saying a word, and I was unsure what to do. Without even taking my shoes off, I followed him to his bedroom. I noticed there was a movie playing on the television that had a few guys sitting around on couches smoking a bong. “You smoke 420?” he asked me. I shook my head to signal yes, because I was still staring at his rippling muscles and trying to figure out if the movie on the television was going to turn into a porn any minute. I saw that he had pulled out a little pipe and was now packing some green plant into the bowl. He handed it to me, and I took a long deep hit. I felt it fill my lungs, and I immediately started to relax. On the second pass of the pipe, the actors in the movie had started drinking out of bottles of vodka that guys held up to mimic their penises. Not long after, cocks were out of their pants and the “drinkers” were turning quickly into cock suckers. As I was spacing out from the pipe we had just smoked, he had gotten out of his chair and was walking towards me. “Didn’t you know it’s customary when a brother smokes you up, you have to suck his dick?” For a brief second, I was able to see the thickness and length of this mammoth cock. The pictures did absolutely no justice for this stallion of a dick that was presented before me. He thrust his dick near me, and I instinctively opened my mouth, because I intended to pleasure this man’s cock for all it was worth. He was rough inside my throat. I could feel his cock head brushing up against the deepest crevices of my throat, and it felt amazing. I was his slut for the day nobody would be pleasuring him that day, because I was going to make it so fucking good, that he wouldn’t have to think about sex for at least a few days. There was a smell about him that told me he worked hard – he was a man that worked hard for those muscles, and he gave off these pheromones that make you melt when you realize what he has been planning to do to you for the past 24 hours. I was engulfed in a cloud of weed and the wonderful scent of this black man. I tried sucking his dick so deep that I could put my nostrils near his pubes, and I could deeply smell his presence. He held onto the back of my head, pushing my mouth around his cock. He was making me his bitch, and we both could feel it – it’s not something you can control, it just happens. I pulled away from his cock, and he hit me across the face with it. “Put it back in your mouth.” I attempted to suck it as deep as I could, but couldn’t go for too long because it was such a mammoth member. I pulled away again, and this time was thankful to hear him say “lay down on your back!” I wasn’t really expecting him to be so forceful, but it was making us both so hot. “Spit on this dick, because that’s all you’re getting.” I assumed that meant he had no lube, and was going to fuck me only using the spit that I could slather on his cock. I tried my best to get it nice and wet, because I knew how much this cock could hurt me. Usually when I fuck, I like to put my hands on his hips to make sure that he doesn’t hurt me too much. However, this big black man had other plans for my hands. “Get your hands off me, bitch!” I didn’t know what to do at this point. His huge black cock was perched outside my hole and I could feel it pushing at my entrance just waiting to break the seal and push open my tight pucker allowing his entire cock shaft to bury itself inside of me and release its black seed. “Put your hands behind your head. Now.” I had decided that this was getting to be a little too much submission for me, and tried to push his hands away from me. He slammed his cock against my hole until it got stuck because there wasn’t enough spit, grabbed my hands, and shoved them behind my head. He told me to keep my hands there, or he was going to fuck my hole up worse than he already had. I laid there for a minute as he pulled out, mercifully put more spit on his cock, and penetrated my hole right away again. I could feel the penetrating cock pushing deep inside of me, and it was still a bit painful because it was so huge. As I laid here on my back, my legs spread over my head, and my ankles near my ears . . . I thought about the huge cock that was entering me, and how the bond that we were sharing was so erotic and intimate. As he pushed himself deep inside of me, it was like our souls were bonding and creating this relationship that you can only have with someone that you have known for years; yet, we had only known each other for a day. As I was thinking about all of this, another wave of the weed slapped me in the face, and I really started to enjoy what he was dishing out. A slow back and forth movement was really feeling good. “Are you ready for more?” he asked, and I thought that he had been all the way inside already. It turns out that he was only halfway inside, and he wanted to take me all the way down his throbbing rod of love. He pulled out for a second, and I asked him if we could change positions—my leg had started to fall asleep from being over my head. ;-) I turned around and laid on my belly on his bed. I felt him climbing up my body, running his fingers along my skin as he went; but, he didn’t linger, because I felt his cock perch against my puckered ass once again. I tensed up a bit, and realized that he hadn’t put more spit on his cock. It was almost nearly dry – he pushed inside, and it felt like he was pushing inside me with sandpaper on his dick. He spit a bit more down there when I yelped, but not much. As he continued to fuck me despite my pleas, I remembered that I just needed to put my hands behind my head, and it’ll make me relax more. I tried this trick that this hung black man had taught me, and it seemed to work. He kept thrusting in and out of me, and it was really starting to feel good. “Are you ready for more?” I was unaware that he wasn’t balls deep yet, because it felt like he had gone so much deeper. He pushed his hips against my ass, and I could feel that he was as close to me as could get. I was thankful that it wouldn’t be getting any bigger, and took a deep breath to adjust to his sheer size inside my tiny body. “I’ve still got more, are you ready for it?” I couldn’t understand what he was saying, because I felt his hips against my ass, and he was pushing pretty hard. How could I get more if he was already pushing inside me so deep? And then he changed his angle, and pushed his cockhead out of its foreskin while deep inside my body, and penetrated me even farther than I thought I could ever be had. The feeling was so deep inside me, I could hardly tell where my body ended and his began. We were melded together tighter than soldered metal, and there was no way he was letting me escape. As he pushed the entire length of his uncut dick inside my hole, I was lost for words. It felt as though his dick was precumming all over inside my hole, and making it nice and slippery to get some real fucking done. “I want you to cum inside my hole” I felt my words fall from my mouth before I even realized what I was saying. “I know” was his reply, in this smug tone that made me think I shouldn’t want this. However, I was like a piece of meat slammed on a shish kabob, and there was no way I was getting out of here before I was completely grilled to a “very well done”. “We’re going to have to pick up the pace if you want me to cum inside you.” I didn’t reply, and apparently he decided that I was ready to take his cock at faster speeds. I brushed my hands along his sides, and he yelled “don’t fucking touch me!” and slammed my hands back above my head. I tried to keep them there, and relax while he slammed in and out of my body from behind, as I lay there defenseless. I could tell that I was precumming all over the bed underneath me, with all this hot cock penetrating my hole. As he fucked away, it started to feel so great for me, I started moaning. The fucking was so good, the moaning only got louder. “Shut the fuck up, bitch” he hissed at me, and I tried to be quiet. When I started getting loud again, he took his pillow and smothered me with it. He kept right on fucking through this entire thing, and I could feel him slamming inside of me so deeply. All the while, with this pillow over my head, it was getting hot, and I was feeling like a used little bitch who was only there for a big cock. He fucked away like a mad man, and then I felt it. The thickness of this giant cock inside me had started to increase, and push against the outer walls of my insides. Every part of my insides felt like it was being pushed away by this hard cock that was deep inside me. As his cock swelled up, I knew what was cumming. I attempted to move, and he held me still – pushing up deep iniside my hole, and I could feel he was at his maximum size. And then his orgasm hit. It was like someone had turned on a garden hose deep inside my ass, and this cock was gushing out the entire city’s worth of water. With every flex of his cock muscles, I could feel another hot volley of cum splash deep inside my hole. This man had pushed so far deep inside of me, and was now spurting his cum all over my insides, and there was no protection between us at all. The only thing we had between us at that point was complete lust and satisfaction from the tremendous fucking. He laid on top of me with his cock still hard, pushing his cum around deep in my hole. As we lay there fairly motionless, I could feel his cock still twitching a bit. I responded with a little squeeze in my hole, and he made a sweet noise. I assumed he liked it, so I gave him another, and another, and before I knew it, he was gaining length again. “How are we going to get you off?” he asked me, but I said that “I don’t have to get off with a fucking like that – that was good enough for me!” He turned me around onto my back again, and pushed his cock back inside my tight hole. At this point, it was really starting to hurt, so I asked him to go slow. He pushed all the way inside of me, and laid down on my chest and stomach, as though we were stuck like this. And then, he kissed me. I hadn’t realize that he had skipped out on the kissing the entire time we had been playing, and I hadn’t noticed. I was too infatuated with his huge cock, that it didn’t matter until then. But when he kissed me, and his huge black lips met mine, and I could feel his wet mouth against mine, I knew that he really enjoyed our time spent together. We kissed some more, while he pushed his cum around deep inside my hole – just to ensure full breeding had been done. “Do you think I’m pregnant yet?” I asked him, and he replied “not for sure, I think we should do it again just to be safe”. . . TO BE CONTINUED

Sometimes I just can't help myself. Last night I had some wine, was feeling tipsy and loose, and horny as hell. I needed to get fucked. I was on one of the hook-up sites and it wasn't looking good. Most of the time when I feel like that, I just want a guy to use my hole, pump his load into me, and then be done with it. Last night it seemed like there were a lot of guys on, but looking for long and leisurely sessions, getting to know you better and all of that. As luck would have it, a Latino daddy hit me up. He was just looking for a quick fuck, so after a couple of messages he gave me his address. The fresh air help to clear my head a little, and the walk wasn't long. And as I approached his building, I was asking myself, "Am I really going to do this? Totally anonymous bareback sex?" That idea always gets me hotter, so I kept going. He buzzed me in and I climbed the stairs to the second floor. He opened the door, pulled me inside, slammed the door behind me, and led me to the bedroom. Standing next to the bed, my head still swimming a little, he came up behind me and yanked my nylon track pants down to my ankles, revealing my totally naked butt (I wasn't wearing any underwear or even a jock). Then he pushed my shoulders forward so that I was bent at the waist, grabbed my hips, teased my hole for a couple of seconds with his big Latino cock head, and then jammed it into me. I admit that I wasn't really prepared for that. It hurt. My hole tried to tighten and clamp down to refuse entry by this huge and rough intruder. He wasn't having it, though. His dick was still buried inside me, so he just held my hips and began to pump. There was a lot of moaning on my part, and he made some very sexy grunts as he enjoyed my hole. The only lube making things go more smoothly was his precum so I was grateful that he seemed to ooze a lot of the stuff, and pretty soon my ass was feeling better. I felt stretched wide open, which I love, and my hole no longer felt like it was on fire. I started to bounce back to meet his thrusts, taking as much of his meat into me each time. He was thick and going very deep in my ass. What a feeling to be so stuffed and filled! This was a frenzied fuck, though, so there really wasn't time to sit back and memorize the feeling and shape of his beautiful cock. I was just here for the ride. He pounded me good and hard for probably about ten minutes, gripped my hips really hard (I'm sure I'll have hand-mark bruises for a week!) and buried himself balls deep into me. He growled as I felt his thick cock expanding and contracting as he pumped his load deep into my ass. "Take it you fucking slut!" he yelled at me. Once his dick finished emptying his seed into me, he slowly let his meat slip out of my hole. I used all of my ass muscles to clamp my hole shut and keep all of his load in me. I didn't lose a drop. He yanked my trackies back up, slapped my ass, and said, "Get out, slut,". I staggered to the door and quickly walked home. I did feel like a totally used slut. My hard dick bobbing around inside my nylon pants told me that I love playing that role. When I got home I raced to the bedroom, grabbed a butt plug, and stuffed it into my hole. I wanted to sleep with his load in me. I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, thinking about how I was behaving like a whore, letting random anonymous guys fuck and seed me. After all, I didn't know this guy's name. And the two lines he had spoken to me consisted of him calling me a slut. I didn't even know if that was a toxic load he'd pumped into me. That final thought pushed me over the edge, and my dick exploded, spraying my chest and stomach with cum. I howled, gasped, and panted through the orgasm, and when it was done I wiped the cum up with my hand and licked it clean. And then I fell asleep, content, fucked, and filled.

...different from asking "Why don't more total tops sometimes get fucked?" / A thousand lashes to you!! Suggesting even in passing one of the few true tops still around should discover anal sex !!! What were you thinking?? As a 110% bottom in a town that Rand MC Nally maps has officially changed the name of from Ft Lauderdale to Ft Bottomdale on their newest printings, where Google maps auto suggests Ft Bottomdale-- WHY would you even plant a seed in the few remaining tops heads?? So , any true tops reading this forum, PLEASE know anal sex is terrible- you DEFINTELY do not want to go there. You cock will get smaller each time you take cock in the ass, and soon Saturdays will be spent at IKEA looking at fabric covered chairs aisle after aisle-- so just don't bend over and take it !! Keep on plugging bottoms and reinforcing your masculinity- but just say NO to taking it up the poop chute

It looked like it was going to be another one of those Christmases. Family too far away to travel to with my busy schedule and even having to work on Christmas Eve. They did send me several packages though and I had sent theirs out also. Work was slow all day too as very few other places were actually doing much so my load was pretty small but had to be done. I was on several hookup sites, so at breaks, I was checking to see if there was any possibility of some play at all. I noticed 3 or 4 is all that looked promising. Checked them closer and found one that really seemed like what I wanted. He was listed as 28, 5'9" and about 165 pounds. Pics showed a decent looking guy and his cock listed at 7" cut looked really nice with a much larger head than shaft which was a turn on for me too. I sent off a message to see if he was actually available. He soon sent me back a message saying he lived out of town but was on the way here and was getting a motel room. I quickly sent him back a message telling him that if he wanted to, he could stay at my place and save the money. He went back saying it sounded good to him. We agreed to meet at a place we both knew of. After work I headed there fast. I wanted him for sure as it had been, because of work, quite some time since I had been fucked and wanted it badly. The place we met at was a little bar. I got there first and ordered a drink. Wasn't long till he showed up and we both had a drink before heading to my place. Once in the door we were all over each other. Kissing and making out and soon taking off clothes. As we disrobed, we kind of just left clothes where they fell as we stumbled down the hall to the bedroom. We tumbled onto the bed and were really all over each other then. Groping and rubbing and both moaning in the pleasure we were bringing each other. As I moved my kisses down his body, he spun around and as my mouth reached his cock, his mouth was finding mine as we were 69ing. I found that he had a lot of precum but loved the taste of it and slurped it down like I had found nectar. We kept sucking each other for what seemed like hours but was really about 10 minutes. Then he let go of my cock with his mouth and gently pulled his cock from my mouth and spinning me around on my back, threw my legs in the air and dropped his mouth onto my hole. His tongue was soon trying to pry my hole open and with a little bit more of his spit and tongue driving at me was soon getting my hole opened and his tongue into me. He kept that up for a while and then I could feel his hand there and soon a finger entering me. He pushed it in and out and all around and soon he had two and then three fingers in me as he opened my hole up good and was driving me wild. After several minutes of this, he pulled his fingers out of me and I felt the head of his cock against my hole and before I knew it the knob of his cock was in me. I loved a big mushroom head and as he sunk his cock into me I could feel the head hitting my prostate and my own cock throbbed even more than it had been doing. His entire cock was in me deep in no time it seemed and I was really enjoying the feeling. He just kind of ground his cock in me for a while and then started to pull out slowly and back in and did it just slow and easy and about drove me wild as the head of his cock was so much larger that is rubbed my prostate with every movement. I was arching my back and thrusting my ass at him on every stroke. He then started to get faster and faster and very quickly he was pounding my ass like a jackhammer. I was in ecstasy for sure. He kept fucking me hard and fast and deep and every stroke was a pure delight. It went on and on and on. My own cock could not take the sensations and after about 15 minutes of his pounding it erupted on its own without being touched. He felt it and slowed down for just a few stroked to look between us at my load which was all over both of our stomachs and smiled and told me he loved to see that happen when he fucked someone. He then picked back up the pace. He kept up a mad pace till I thought I could take it no more and my ass was drying up a little even. It still felt pretty good but the friction could not be doing the inside of my ass much good. He kept at it for another 20 minutes after I had cum before he told me to get ready and he drove into me a few more strokes like a mad man and then ground his cock in as deep as he could get and I felt it throb and could feel the heat and wetness deep in my hole as he was cumming. Fuck, I had not had that good of a fuck in a long time and told him so and he told me there was more where that came from. We rested then for a while and then he was in me again and pounding, it seemed, like even harder than before and again it went on for quite a while. He told me again, here it comes and again I could feel his cock erupt. He ended up fucking me three more times even that night before we dozed off. When I finally woke up, quite late, the next morning he was already gone. I could not believe I had slept when he got up to leave either, but then he had about fucked me silly most of the night. As I stretched and started to get up, I noticed my bed had a wet spot. Looking down I could see that a lot of cum had leaked out of me as I slept. It even had tint of pink to it. I thought, wow, he really fucked me if there is a little blood in that, which is what it looked like. I got up and headed to the bathroom with a feeling of having to sit down and did on the stool. As I sat my ass seemed to open up and I could tell something that felt like liquid running out and as I looked down to see what it was I could tell it was some of his cum and it definitely had a pink tint to it. I cleaned up and didn't think any more of it then. I went out to the living room to open my gifts as it was a fine Christmas morning and after being fucked royally all night is seemed to be a very good start to the day. I opened my presents and enjoyed every minute of it as I thought about my family and hoped they were enjoying my presents to them as well. I then headed to the kitchen to make some coffee and also decided to have a couple of pieces of toast. I got them ready and headed back to the other room to sit and relax and just enjoy looking at the tree and thinking about friends and family. I had just finished my toast and was drinking the last drops of coffee from my mug when as I was tilting my head back I noticed a piece of paper in the tree. I got up to see what the heck that was. It was folded and on the outside was the name of the guy I had spent the night with. I opened it up. He had left the note to tell me how much he had enjoyed the night before and thanked me for having him over. Then I was floored as he had written that he had just been diagnosed HIV positive about a week before and had a very high viral load. He wished me a very Merry Christmas and hoped I liked his gift to me.

Just got fucked hard up the arse by a late 20s Polish guy who messaged me on line. He said he would be out jogging between 8am and 9am and could he come round and fuck me. He asked if he could do it without a condom and I said no problem. He called round soon after - his pictures didn't do him justice. He was dark, bit chubby, dressed in trackie bottoms and a sweatshirt and he had a cock that just seemed to keep growing bigger as I sucked it. I sucked him for a while and licked his big hairy balls and then he indicated he wanted to fuck. I dropped my pants and bent over the settee and he pushed up me. He started fucking me slowly and then built up and soon he was banging my arse hard and fast. He fucked for ages and then he grunted and pushed hard up me a few times and I knew he was depositing his load right up me. Just what I needed. He finished coming and pulled out and I licked his cock clean. It was the best fuck I've had in ages and I'm pretty sure he dumped a big load up my arse.

Part 5 The pain was almost indescribable, the feeling of a knife both stabbing in and stretching out at the same instant. My body below my waist felt like it was on fire and my asshole, once so tight, felt like a log covered in acid was being shoved into it. I could hear silence in my mind as the agony took control. The silence was gone as quickly as it came. Soon my head was filled with the horrible screams of agony of the pain my ass was sending through every nerve cell in my body. All that was coming out of my mouth were muffled whimpers of pure agony. “Good thing that gag is working because you are a loud little slut. Does that hurt boy?” I nodded my head lightly, not out of deference to him, but because my body could barely function any movement. I was struggling to keep my footing, afraid of what this sadistic fucker would do if I slipped. “Most sluts are able to take the whole thing when I do that. Your something else. You only got half my deathstick up your ass this time.” My eyes bulged when I understood that all the pain I was in and only half of his dick was in me? “I guess we should give it the old college try for me to bottom out in that tight little cunt of yours.” I shook my head more vigorously this time, knowing it would not help me. Suddenly, I felt his cock pull backwards and almost out of me. “Damn, wait until you see your cunt from my view. Your lips are stretched out like a true cunt, trying to hold my deathstick in you. You ready boy? I’m going all in on this trip, pubes to pubes, whether your ass wants it or not.” I felt another glob of spit drop down, and a finger smearing some of it all around my wrecked hole and the rest on the cock that was partially in me. “One…two…” and the pain returned, slightly less than before at first, but much worse at the end when he kept pushing in, kept ripping my ass open. “Remember? It’s bigger near the base.” I think I blacked out when I felt his balls hit my ass. The next thing I remember is my nose being shoved in the wall and force being continued, with the words, “Wake up cunt, you don’t want to miss out on feeling your first of many loads being dumped into your pussy. They say you never forget your first time. And you’re going to have several things to remember me by. I was the first man you gave your cunt to. You let me take that sweet cherry of yours, and by the little bit of blood I’m fucking out of you, I know you weren’t lying.” The thought of the blood, combined with a deep thrust into my hole, almost made me gag. “I’ll also be the first man to pump a hot load of cum into your sweet pussy. I know I won’t be the last, because this ass is going to be very busy, very popular, and is going to be bringing me some very good money. How much will guys pay to breed your ass, have you suck them off. And we haven’t even started thinking about the darker things that guys will pay me to use you for.” I just cried more and more as he told me all this. “But you know what is the hottest thing about all this? The hottest of everything I’m going to be the first of for you? I’m gonna be your first dirty load. Your first poz load. I’m the first load on your road to HIV and being nothing more than a poz bottom pig.” I started lashing about, trying to get away from him, to no avail. There is no way that I wanted this. I never wanted to get fucked, not by a poz guy, and I definitely didn’t want his dirty cum in me. “Look at me boy. LOOK. AT. ME. YOU POZ WHORE.” With each word, he emphasized his command with another deep thrust. “Look into the eyes of your bug daddy, your Poz Master, the man who owns you and controls every aspect of your life from now until the day I let you die.” I slowly turned my head, seeing now the face of the man who would destroy my life. I could barely make out his face, through the tears and the pain. Something in his face seemed familiar. “Look at me Joey. I’m gonna shoot in your cunt and it’s gonna swallow my load just as eagerly as your throat did.” With that, he shoved my head into the wall again and kept me pinned there, with my only being able to switch between his face and the camera. I closed my eyes to the agony of the hard and fast fucking he was giving me, sometimes pulling all the way out and slamming back in all the way. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes. Open them. See the man who is destroying…your… worthless…faggot…cunt…” With the last word, he slammed all the way in and began to shoot his load in me. “Yeah, cunt, take that dirty poz load. TAKE…IT…ALLLLL!!!!” He finally stopped spasming and stood there, cock still buried in my ass. “Fuck boy, that was so worth it. Tighten that hole as I pull out. If I see you waste a drop of my load, I’m gonna make you regret it.”

PART 7 – DALTON SMILES I opened the front door. Dalton and I stood on either side of the threshold, towels wrapped around our waists. I motioned for him to come inside, but he stood completely still for a good 10 seconds. Then, without another word, he entered. The door closed behind him. I cocked my head toward the kitchen, and he followed me in silence. Once I reached the kitchen counter, I grabbed a water bong sitting next to the sink, then turned around to face him. Dalton's expression was neutral—impassive. He clearly didn’t understand what he was doing in our house. He just knew, somehow, that he needed to be there. I’d seen that look before, seen it in other boys who’d kept their deepest hunger a secret even to themselves. He was following some nameless, wordless urge as he followed my footsteps—all his good taste and better judgment giving way to a dark impulse pulsing just beneath the surface of his skin. I placed the bong up to his lips. He dutifully sealed one end with his mouth, his eyes locked on mine. I lit a fire under the glass bowl—no explanation offered, no permission granted. He began to inhale before the smoke was ready, and I gave him a quick shake of my head. He stopped. Then, as the white smoke began to trickle out of the bowl, I nodded, and he slowly began to inhale his first lungful of Tina. I kept nodding as he sucked in that smoke, making sure he took a thick, potent hit nice and deep—then a little deeper—then deeper still. Satisfied that his first hit was up to my standards, I pulled the pipe away and gave him another nod. He hesitated, his eyes still locked on mine. Realizing he needed some guidance, I demonstrated what I wanted him to do: I shaped my mouth into an “O,” then let him hear the breath leave my lungs as I exhaled loud and long. His eyes brightened: he understood now. He opened his mouth in a round “O” just like mine, then released a long, fat snake of white smoke that slid from his lips into the air between us. I nodded approval, and he blushed. Once again, his lips wrapped around the mouthpiece. Once again, I applied heat to the bowl. Inhale, then exhale. Repeat. As one hit melted into another, he started to understand the rhythm of blowing thick clouds of chem-smoke. Three hits, four hits, five: I could see his pupils go dark as the T in the glass bowl made its way into his lungs, his brain, his skin, his sweat. Finally, I set the pipe back down on the counter, taking a good look at our freshly chemmed-up Neighbor Boy. He was smiling at me. And that’s when I realized something: I’d never seen this kid flash an easy, friendly, honest grin. He was always guarded somehow, always fearful of revealing too much. But now his whole face radiated with unchecked joy; his eyes flickered with a playfulness—maybe even a devilishness—that I hadn’t quite anticipated. Those clouds of chem-smoke had unlocked something, like they always do. Like so many boys before him, like so many repressed little bros just aching for something real, he was finally free. We grinned at each other for a minute or two before I broke the silence between us. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said, reaching over to muss his hair. His smile grew even wider as he took a step closer to me, his towel falling to the floor. I let me own towel drop, and Dalton’s giant smile turned into a mischievous half-grin. Blushing again, he pointed sheepishly at the pipe. “Would it be cool if I smoked a little more?”

As Todd rode the rush of his first slam his father stepped closer as his 35 year old cock was rock hard. Todd's father asked him if he'd like to suck a real man's cock as he prepared to administer his own slam. Todd didn't need much coaxing as he quickly opened his mouth allowing his father's 8" cock to slip into his mouth. Todd eagerly began to work his father's pole as he could see out of the corner of his eye his father slip the point into his vein, register a flash of blood before he administer his own slam. As his father coughed out a little bit of cum shot from his dick into Todd's mouth. Although Todd had sucked cock before this was his first taste of cum and he liked it the taste. As he continued to suck his father's dick his dad reached over and pushed his basketball shorts down revealing his son's nice, semi-hard cock. Todd was then asked how much me had done with another man, his father wanted to know he'd ever been fucked or had only done the fucking. Todd let his father's cock fall from his mouth as he let his father know that he had only fucked David a couple times and had never been fucked. Todd's father let him know he was about to be fucked for the fist time. Todd was positioned on his back as his dad began to eat his ass. Todd began to moan very loud as his father used his tongue to apply spit as lube for his eventual penetration. Once Todd's hole was nice and slick it was time to take his cherry. As his father's cock was positioned at his hole Todd was not aware of everything his father was about to give him. He asked Todd as his cock began to penetrate him if he always fucked David bareback. Todd had a puzzled look in his face as his father figured that he didn't know what 'bareback' meant and clarified asking if he never used a condom when be fucked David. Todd nodded yes as he felt himself being filled for the fist time. Although his father never met David in person, he had heard about him and knew him to be poz. After that night, so would his son. Todd got his first kiss from his father as he bottomed out bald deep. Todd then was on the receiving of his first fucking and he was loving it. What Todd didn't know was that when his father partied he was a cum machine. Once he started fucking be would begin a steady stream of cum. He knew that Todd's hole would be flooded with enough cum that he should convert him. As the night progressed the two shared another slam and his father made sure to reuse the same point he had used for his first slam to give Todd his second slam. Once his son was as poz as he was he knew that they'd be a formidable pair at the baths.

Thanks Neg4PozPittsburgh for this old BBX posting.. --- I was tired of studying the other day. Logged onto Manhunt. Started jerking off. Got an email from a hot guy in his late 30s. Not normally my type but he had a fuckin banging body. Huge pecs, sleeve tattoo on his arm. Great bulging biceps. Thick uncut dick. He had a tidy trimmed black beard, brown eyes, a thick, manly forehead and black hair. His hairline was receding some which turned me on. Our dialogue follows. "U horny?" he asked. "Yeah." "Hot pics." "thanks. u 2." "U live alone?" "Have a dorm room but its a single." "Want me 2 cum over?" "Yeah." "I don't have condoms." "I don't either. If u want 2 fuck better pick sum up on way here." Twenty minutes later my room phone rang. He had arrived. I let him in. He was taller than I and power flowed from him. We made chit chat for a while and sat on my bed drinking Coronas. His jeans sported a hefty bulge in the crotch. His hands were calloused from hard work and his skin was tanned. He told me he was a builder. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was long deep and passionate. He pushed me onto my back, pulled my shirt off. In no time we were naked and I was on my knees sucking his big floppy dick which stood hard as a rock about eight inches in front of him. He had a great furry chest and legs. Even his hard abs had a black furry coat. Then he pushed me back on my back and sucked me off for a long time. He sucked my balls, licked my piss slit, licked my ass. His tongue got real deep and felt real good. Then he fed me his dick some more and filled my throat. I could barely take it and tried to pull off but he insistently kept his big uncut manrod lodged in my gullet. "You can do it" he said gently. "Take it. Make me feel good." He was gentle but I knew I had no choice. He fucked in and out, in and out. Then I felt his thick, rough fingers probing my hole. He got out some lube and started sliding more fingers in. It was like sandpaper in my ass and I tightened up. He scraped away. Next I noticed him lubing his cock. "Did you stop to get condoms?" I asked. "No" he replied. "That sucks" I said. "We can't fuck then." "Shhh" he said gently. "Just let me poke the head in for a second." He poked in. "See not so bad" he said. I reached up and touched his huge muscular chest and stroked the hair. My hand touched his face. His beard was soft but prickly under my fingers. His dick kept poking deeper and deeper. I pulled him by the neck down to kiss me. He made out with me frantically. I could feel my heart beating like crazy. His raw dick pushed deeper and deeper into my ass and I closed my eyes to picture his precum coating my insides. I moaned. "Ok we should stop" I said. "Yeah, we should" he answered. His chocolate brown eyes connected with mine. He didn't even pause. His dick kept on pushing on in. That's when I felt his balls against my ass. "Oops all the way in" he said. He kept eye contact. "It feels real good." "Are you negative?" I asked. "Yeah, completely" he replied. He started fucking in and out. "Wait stop" I said. "Shhhhhh" he said gently. "It's great. You feel so good. Let me make you feel good." "We should have a condom" I said. "Its ok I trust you" he said, fucking harder and harder. The piston fuck was the most intense feeling of my life. "No, stop" I said. "I'll pull out in time to cum, I promise" he said. He grunted, fucking up a good sweat. My worries slowly melted and I gave over to the sensations I was feeling. Something huge was invading my guts. Pummeling in and out. "Fuck yeah" I finally said "Bareback me." His eyes lit up. "Yeah, you like that fuckin' raw dick in you?" "Fuck yeah" I said. "Give it to me raw man." "Fuck yeah, pussy boy" he hissed. "Take it. I'm gonna give it to you good." "FUCK yeah!" I said. I got more and more into it. Eventually he bent me over the bed and rammed me from behind. Then on all fours on the floor. Then he laid on his back and I slammed myself with all my might, up and down on his unprotected fuckpole. Then he got me back on my back, put my calves on his shoulders, and fucked me till he was red in the face. A big vein started to bulge in his head and he started to breath deeper. "I'm gettin' close!" he said. "Don't cum inside" I begged. I grabbed my own cock and started jerking for dear life. He gave me a few more frantic dick plunges then pulled out with a cry, "FUUUUUUUUCK!!!" He pointed his dick DIRECTLY at my hole and let loose what felt like a firehose blast of hot cum right on and in the gaping orifice. Then he plunged back in, balls deep and growled like a hungry angry predator, "SHIT!! SHITT!!!! YEA! FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!!! OH, YEAH!!!!" He looked me in the eyes panting. "Oh that felt so good" he commented. My own dick was still hard in my hand. "Told you I'd pull out in time" he said. "But you just" "Shhhh" he cut in. "It feels really good. Enjoy it." I could feel tons of liquid dripping down my asscrack onto the sheets. "I'm still hard" he remarked, adding "I'm going to cum again, but this time inside you." He plugged my protests with his tongue and his bearded mouth enveloped mine. It hurt when it scratched against me. He started fucking in and out with his cock which was still rock hard. My ass was slick with cum. I kissed him back. It felt so fucking good. I gave over to it and let myself become his cumhole. He made love to me but also made me his object. "Fuck yeah" I groaned. "Yeah, you like that?" he asked. "Yeah" I answered. "You want my cum?" "Yeah, fuckin' cum in me." I was jerking off now. He piston fucked for about 30 seconds then started grunting. "Here it comes. Here it comes. HERE IT COMES!!!" Then his face contorted like crazy and he let out another animal, angry, vicious growl. "FUCK yea! TAKE my fuckin' load! TAKE IT!" My dick started shooting squirt after squirt of jizz all over. His cum kept dribbling down my ass as he held his dick in me for a long time. After several seconds he remarked "That was hot." "Yeah, it was" I admitted. He stood and started getting dressed. On the small of his back I noticed a little biohazard tattoo. "What's that?" I asked. "Souvenir tattoo from Miami" he said with a laugh. He kissed me. "That was a great time." I kissed him back. I felt his cum smeared dick getting hard again. "One more" he said. He shoved me face first onto the bed before I could reply and he rammed in balls deep. "AWWWWWW!" he groaned. "FUCK yeah. FUCK!" One stroke, and he shot and just came as deep as he could. "FUCK that's hot. I'm cumming in you." He dressed and left. Now I'm sitting here online looking up what the biohazard tattoo means and I'm getting worried. But it was the fucking hottest time ever. He came over again yesterday. Maybe I'll tell you about that later.

the rest stop is real, everything else is... I’m a senior in college, play baseball and am deeply closeted. For a few years, I’ve stopped at a rest stop near the airport for some under the stall fun, knowing I’m far away from anyone who’ll recognize me. On a few occasions, I’ve even gone to a truck with a trucker to suck him off in privacy. I’ve never gone further then sucking, even when some of the truckers have wanted my ass. Some have even offered me money, but I’ve been too scared. One Sunday afternoon, I was fooling around on a cruising/hook-up app when a message popped up. I looked at the picture and the guy had no face pic, but the body picture was nice. I opened the message and was kind of shocked by what it said. “That was a really hot blow job you gave me a couple nights ago.” I looked and reread the message again, shocked that a message this direct and revealing was coming to me. I responded back, “Think you got me mixed up with someone else.” Few minutes went by with no response, and I was thinking the guy had been too ashamed to respond. Finally, just as I had put the message aside, I got another notice of a message, from the same guy. Thinking it’d be a simple, “My bad” response I opened the message. The words in the message chilled me to the bone. “No, you stupid punk. You sucked my cock, in my truck at the rest stop on I-5, near the airport. We started under the stall, you in the middle one, me in the handicap stall.” I again read and reread the message, thinking to myself that I had sucked a guy off in his truck the other night, and it had started in the restroom. I had never had a public/anonymous hook-up find me online. I tried to play it off and replied back that he might have mistaken me for someone else. Few minutes later, another reply. “No boy, it was you. Gray sweater, Cal Bear logo front, hoody. Jeans and green running shoes. We went to my truck where you sucked my cock. You begged me to let you swallow my load. When I touched your ass, you shoved my hand away and said you don’t get fucked. Sound familiar yet? Or do you need to see your lips wrapped around my cock?” The fear jumped from a six to about 12 when he described exactly what had happened, down to the color of my shoes. What terrified me most was that he implied there was a picture of me sucking him. I responded back, “What the hell is going on?” Ten minutes of silence and I was in a panic. Finally he responded, “What’s going on is I want a piece of that hot boy ass you got or the video of you sucking me, begging for my load and swallowing it like it was the last drink you’d ever get accidentally pops on Xtube.” Immediately after the message came an image alert. I accepted the picture and I see my face, very clearly, with my lips wrapped around the cock. A second file comes through, this one of an audio file. My stomach turns to rock as I hear myself begging, “Give me your load. Let me swallow it.” I’m almost in tears, terrified of what this means. I respond back, “What do you want?” He replies, “I told you I want that ass of yours. I want those tight ass lips stretched around my cock. It’s your choice boy, your ass is mine either way.” I looked at his response and tried to figure out what I could do. After realizing there was no way out, I responded back. “When?” The response was immediate, like he knew he had me. “You’ll be at the rest stop tonight, 9:30 sharp. Wear a jockstrap. Go in the handicap stall. There will be a bag with a couple of items and instructions. Follow the instructions and wait for the next step. Remember, if you’re not there at 9:30, the video goes to Xtube and maybe your coach will get a copy of it also?" End part 1. let me know if you want part 2.

Moving in with Dad Todd never knew his Father when he was growing up. His Dad, Jeff, had knocked-up Todd's Mom back when the two of them were in high school and since they lived in a small, ultra church-going town, she was not going to have an abortion. Todd's mother raised him on her own until she suddenly died midway through his senior year of high school. His maternal grand parents wanted to take him in, but state law gave Jeff primary responsibility for Todd's care, so once Jeff was apprised of the situation, he gladly took Todd in to live with him in a town in the adjoining county. The first few days for Todd in his Father's were, quite naturally, somewhat awkward, but the two found a comfortable routine. Todd was particularly pleased when he realized his Father was far less controlling than his Mother had been, so Todd found himself enjoying a sense of freedom which he never experienced with his Mother, especially when Jeff guided Todd through the process of getting a driver's license and in providing a car which Todd could use to drive to and from school, as well use as around town. Todd even felt the freedom to explore more of himself. From an early age Todd had sensed he was gay, but given the ultra-conservative character of his Mother's family and the town in which he and she had lived, he suppressed any exploration of his sexuality. Living with his Father, on the other hand, was a different story, and Todd quickly found a himself a friend at school, David, with whom he could let his guard down and be himself. Quickly David and Todd were spending a fair amount of time together, and, given Jeff was often out on weekend evenings, Todd was able to host. The first night they hung out Todd received and gave his first blow job, in the process swallowing David's load, which was Todd's first experience in tasting cum. The following week David got Todd to fuck him, and as David never used condoms, the fuck session was bareback. Naturally David bred Todd's hole, maintaining condoms ruined a good sexual experience for both the top and bottom. On Todd's 18th birthday came around, Jeff took him out for a nice dinner, and the following Friday night, when Jeff was on the road, David introduced Todd to a strange glass pipe, showing Todd how to take a hit off of it. Now, Todd had never explored any recreational substances, but having enjoyed everything David had suggested they explore up to date, it wasn't a stretch to get him to try smoking a bowl or two. That night, however, somewhat unexpected, Jeff came home early, entering the house quietly to avoid awakening his son. Moving soundlessly down the hallway, Jeff passed Todd's door, which was slightly ajar, the glow of a television providing the only light in the vicinity. However, before Jeff had completely passed the doorway, he registered a slight hint of movement which arrested Jeff, compelling him to pause to understand what he was seeing. Then, through the gap between the door and the door frame, Jeff registered Todd was 'entertaining' David, and that David on Todd's bed, on all fours, and that Todd was behind him and that both boys were naked. Standing discretely in the shadows, Jeff smiled and thought to himself, "Like father, like son," and, this same reaction extended to seeing Todd light up and heat the bowl. At this exact moment, David chanced to glance back at Todd, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of Jeff. The two briefly locked eyes, and then Jeff discretely and quietly moved down the hall, heading for his own bedroom. David, however, was not as sang froid as Jeff, and slid off of Todd's cock saying "Todd, your Dad just walked down the hallway and saw us!" "You sure?" Todd asked, even as David dressed. "Yeah, absolutely. Sorry, guy, but I'm out of here. We'll talk later." After David left Todd thew on some mesh basketball shorts and, taking a deep breath, walked down the hallway to see his father, whose bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a light was burning. Before Todd could knock his father called out in an even voice, "Come on in, Todd." Not knowing what to expect, Todd complied, finding his Father in the bathroom doing something with the water running. "Todd, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out," Jeff called. A few seconds later Jeff walked into the bedroom, shocking Todd in the process: Jeff was butt ass naked. Todd was not so shocked, however, not to think 'Man, Dad has a great body, and I guess I have Dad's cock'. In fact, Todd couldn't help but stare at his Father. Although 35 Jeff's body was quite muscular, and his cock was a full eight inches, even soft. Moving his line of sight up to his Father's face, Todd relaxed somewhat. Clearly his Father wasn't outraged or distraught, in fact he looked quite cool. 'He's probably going to give me a safe sex talk', Todd thought. What he didn't expect was Jeff's opening question "So, how do you like fucking David?" Although a bit startled at the opening question, Todd had presence of mind to answer honestly "It's great, Dad, I love fucking David." "And what about the pipe?" Todd wasn't on uncertain ground how to best answer, but Jeff made it easy when he set the stage saying "I sure like smoking sand glass pipe. Don't you?" The Jeff really blew Todd away when he asked "Todd, would you like to get high with me? The stuff I have will blow you away." Todd didn't have to actually answer his Father. Rather Jeff approached with a rubber strap, a syringe loaded with some liquid, and an alcohol wipe. Jeff put the rubber strap on Todd's left bicep, and then used the alcohol wipe to wipe-down Todd's inner elbow, and then, still not having said a word, Jeff took the syringe in hand, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then sinking the needle in a fat vein in Todd's inner elbow, withdrew the plunger, drawing forth a drop of blood before emptying the content of the syringe into Todd. Just before Jeff removed the rubber strap was "Todd you'll probably feel a surge of warmth, followed by a chemical taste in the back of your throat and then you'll probably cough a couple times, then you'll feel your heart race and your breath will also increase. Just ride the rush, relax and enjoy the experience."

This is being posted in the 'Fiction' section as it is fiction. More of my fantasy, really. Well one of my many, being the greedy cumslut that I am. Here goes . . . The party had been a total bust. My friend had promised me that I'd meet someone. Had to with so many guys there. But tonight just wasn't my night. I decided to walk home, horny and a little pissed off, and only slightly drunk but not wasted. The fresh air might better my mood. There was a lot of commotion up ahead -looks like a fender bender- so I thought it might be quicker to cut through a few alleys. I always know where I'm going when I walk, but for some reason I felt a little lost and many of the lights in the alley were out. Burned out? Or broken so that shadows could conceal some kind of nefarious activity? I was just getting past one of the blacked-out sections of the alley when two huge, frighteningly strong hands grabbed my shoulders and literally heaved be back into the darkness, face first against a brick wall. Fuck, I'm getting mugged, I thought. It only took seconds to figure out that it wasn't my wallet he was after. The big man -he had to be 6'4" or taller, and beefy, solid muscle- pressed his entire front to my back, and I felt the enormous bulge from his denim covered crotch pressing into my ass. I know I was horny, but this was just downright scary. I tried to push myself back from the wall, hoping I could wiggle free and make a run for it. He was just too big and strong, I literally could not budge. He ground his big bulge in me, and I heard him sniffing around my neck, and then growled really low like some kind of predatory animal before it strikes it's prey. The party I had been to was just a house party, nothing fancy at all, so I had only worn a pair of nylon trackies and a tee. The big man reached down and yanked my pants down and chuckled when he saw that I was only wearing a jock strap underneath. "Fucking pig," he hissed in my ear. I heard him fumbling with the buttons on his jeans, and I felt his gigantic club of a dick flop out of them and slap into my back. Hell, this guy is hung like an elephant trunk, I thought. I'm in serious trouble. I wanted to get fucked tonight, but not like this. Not here. Somewhere with at least lube! He pinned me against the wall by holding firmly to the back of my neck, and eased himself away so that he could grab his cock with his free hand. I heard him spit, the splat must have hit is cock, then I heard the wet sticky sound as he jacked it and spread his saliva over it. He spit again and it landed directly between my butt cheeks. With his huge cock head, he smeared the spit on my hole, and began to push. I moaned -and not in a good way- and tried to tell him there was no way he was going to fit inside me. He made some kind of sound, mostly to say that he'd heard me and didn't care what I thought. He wanted in and he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. I guess by some miracle I could feel his excited cock throbbing at my hole, and apparently this monster leaks impressive amounts of precum. My hole was feeling really slick now. But that didn't change the fact that he was hung like a beast, not a man. Suddenly and quickly he removed his hand from the back of my neck and clamped it tightly over my mouth, pulling me hard back against him. With that he slammed me hard into the brick wall again, this time driving a good 4 or 5 of his thick hard inches into my ass. My hole was on fire, and my eyes stung from the tears that filled them. He was holding me so tight there was absolutely no escape. I didn't know what to focus on. The fear that he might kill me when he was done raping me? Or the rape alone might be enough to kill me with a tool like that. Do I focus on the immense, mind-searing pain radiating from my tortured butt and concentrate of blocking it out? It took two more very hard ruts of his mighty hips to feel his pubes scratching my ass and his monster balls slapping up against me. He was now fully in, and I've never even dreamed of feeling so full in my entire life. It was like being fisted -if I'd ever been fisted- and taking the whole goddamned arm! He leaned his forehead on the back of my head and laughed softly to himself. Then he leaned in closer and blew on my ear, momentarily distracting me from the pain that was overwhelming my ass. Then he licked the outside of my ear, and growled, "You're gonna love this you little fucking faggot,". I'd been given a minute to adjust to his enormous size in me -not that it was nearly enough. He suddenly pulled his hips back, his cock temporarily vacating my devastated hole, and then slammed back in. Hard. Really hard. And that's how it went for what felt like forever, but what was probably about 15 minutes. He pulled nearly all the way out of me, then slammed back in, full length, balls deep, over and over again. He gave panting, grunting sounds of encouragement while I, at first, whimpered and groaned in pain, but by some other miracle managed to start to feel good down there. "You fucking whore," he growled. "I told you that you'd enjoy my big cock, fucking faggot,". Although I knew that my ass would feel completely destroyed for weeks after this encounter, he was right. His monster cock felt amazing as it pumped me. He filled me fuller than I ever could have imagined. It was as if something had been missing inside me, and every time his huge meat filled me, I was complete. And my hungry pig hole felt very empty when he wasn't slamming into me. So after about 15 or so minutes of him raping my hole, he clenched his teeth and growled, "Take my fucking cum, take it pig, you want my cum you fucking whore!". And wow did I feel it when he unloaded in me. There was so much cum blasting my insides that I thought for a second that he was taking a piss in me, not cumming. But the throbs of his mighty cock told me that it was certainly grade A stud juice, pumping deep into my body. It went on for a couple of minutes, I couldn't believe it. But I guess with big balls like his, he would blow an extra big load. Plus everything was huge about this guy, so why wouldn't his orgasm be, too? As soon as his dick stopped throbbing, he leaned in and blew on the outside of my ear again, and then whispered, "Welcome to the club, you fucking pig,". And then he yanked his hard cock out of me so abruptly that I doubled over. I didn't hurt so much as it took the wind out of me. I took a second to catch my breath, then stood and turned around to face him. No one there. He had just disappeared. I leaned back against the cool brick, panting and my mind spinning. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had been scared as hell, and then more turned on than I can ever remember my whole life. But what did he mean by that -Welcome to the club? Suddenly I felt this rush inside me, this wave of excitement. And I don't know why I was excited -I had never wanted to be infected. So why did the thought turn me on so much -I was still standing there with my pants around my ankles, my hard dick bobbing in the wind, and this strangers toxic load seeping out of my trashed hole. I put my fingers to my gaping hole, and smeared some of the cum around it, then lifted them to my lips. The smell alone of this stud's cum was enough to make me want more! I licked my fingers clean and my dick was throbbing. I mean really throbbing -one taste of cum always gets me crazy horny! But this was poz cum. Toxic seed. Viral baby juice. I quickly pulled my pants up, stuffing my hard dick in as best I could, and decided I needed to race home to stick a plug up my ass to keep his load in me while I jacked of the biggest load of my life. I ran down the alley, made a couple more turns, and ran face first into one of the toughest and meanest looking men I've ever laid eyes on. He didn't budge, but I literally bounced off of his big frame and landed in a pile of black trash bags. His eyes burned into mine as he stared down at me. He was seriously pissed off that I bumped into him. "You'd better watch where you're going . . . faggot," he hissed. If you enjoyed it, let me know and I'll post Part 2.

My boyfriend and I are very loving, but our sex life has gotten somewhat stale. We both just work too many long hours and that kills things especially when our schedules don't overlap very much. We still fuck, and when we do it is very good as he has an amazing cock. At about seven inches it's not all that long, but it's very, very thick, almost as if a beer can was sliding in my ass, and when he's going at it, he readily hits those spots that drive me wild. However, even if I love him very deeply, we just don't fuck as often as we did in the past, sometimes with a long time between sessions. As my ass needs much more attention than he is able to provide, I have several dildos and vibrators to help me out when we aren't fucking but they're definitely not as good as the real thing, so I went on-line and signed up for several sites, if only to look at some fresh cock that I could pretend were in my ass, instead of the dildo which I was actually using. The visual stimulation worked well, really getting me going, so I also signed up with several sites which over IM, just so I could cam and talk to other guys. Sometimes I would get to see the guys jacking themselves, while they got to see me ramming my ass with my dildo, ramming it in and out of my hole, all the while leading the guy du jour on by telling him how great his cock feels in my hole. It might not have been perfect, but the arrangement kept me sane, if only as I absolutely loved seeing the variety of cocks out in the market. Not to mention some of the fantasies in which we indulged were also rather good. Occasionally our sex play would get very wild and sometimes pretty vanilla but always good enough to get me through to the next time with my boyfriend and then our sex would soar. After about a year of this arrangement I found myself on-line, looking to find some cyber gratification as, once again, my boyfriend and I hadn't had sex in a month or so. When on-line I connected with a guy I hadn't seen before. His profile definitely caught my eye, he was 30, 6', 170, brown hair and blue eyes, and listed his cock as eleven inches, thick and cut. His advertisement also said he was Top only. He hadn't uploaded any photographs of his cock, but there were several of his torso, and it looked like a ripped god. Well muscled and a pic of his ass which was very nicely rounded. His face picture was also enticing. I felt I had to see this cock somehow and hit on him for an IM webcam session. At first there was no answer, even though it showed him online, but just as I was getting ready to check for someone else he answered back. A couple of click later our cams were synced and ready. I was already nude but was somewhat disappointed that he seemed to be fully clothed. He opened the conversation first by asking to see my ass and when I showed I to him, I got a nice whistle and he said that is sure looked great to him. He went on to tell me that it looked like I could handle him ok and he would love to be the one in me all the time. I asked to see his cock, but he kind of sidestepped it by continuing to talk about my ass. He was kind of turning me on with his talk so I grabbed a dildo and started to run it around my hole and then got my lube and started lubing my hole and the dildo. Then he started telling me what to do. Had me fingering my hole first and then two and then three fingers in me and ramming them in and out of my ass and he wanted me to do it hard. It felt good and I was really getting into him telling me what to do. His voice was very compelling. Then he had me inserting the dildo a little at a time. Then he asked me if I had a bigger one. I told him I did and he wanted me to get it. I wasted no time getting it for sure. Seldom used this one because of its size but he wanted it and I obeyed for some reason. I started to get more lube and he told me to not use anymore, as he wanted to see if I could take it without anymore. I was a little apprehensive but did it anyway. I started to rub it around and around my hole but he told me to get on with it and start getting it in. I complied quickly and soon had about half of it in me. He got a little impatient and growled at me to ram that fucker in. I did it too. Damn it hurt but felt so good at the same time. My dildo was about as big around as my boy but about as long as the one this guy had posted, so it was much more than my usual. I held still for a bit but he again growled to get busy and ram than thing now. I jumped but could not help but do what he wanted. I started to pull it out and then back in and he said not near fast nor hard enough go to it. I started going faster and faster and harder and harder. It hurt but soon the rubbing against my prostate was fantastic and I wanted more and hard as I could ram it in me. About 15 minutes later and I was groaning back at him that I was cumming and without touching my own cock it started to spurt and spurt and spurt. More cum than I think I had ever had come out of me before. As I was starting to settle down, I noticed that he had seemed to be jacking and his camera was now showing a huge puddle of cum on his table. I thought I had cum a lot but he had shot about five times as much as had I, and had definately shot more than my boyfriend's normal load. I hadn't, however, gotten even a glimpse of his huge cock. I asked to see it but he had signed off before I sent clicked 'send'. WOW What an experience! It had been much, much hotter than I had expected.

[Disclaimer: this will read like a personal diary] It's December now. I know seasonal depression is a common problem that can affect anyone; not just poz. But as a gay guy, living with HIV largely in private, selectively out / partially closeted, somewhat of a bb sex addict and single, the holidays are a lonely, difficult time for me. Last year was particularly bad. First holidays after being poz. On Christmas day, I remember being alone, everything in the city was closed, and everyone I knew was away or had other plans. I actually spent most of New Year's Eve on BBRT, trying to find tops to hook up with, thinking it would make me feel better and forget my troubles. But that was all wrong. I was an emotional wreck. I'm lucky that I wasn't around drugs. It's now a year later and not much has changed. I'm still single and poz. My family doesn't know. I still struggle with loneliness. I don't have a close circle of friends who know exactly what I'm going through. But what I can change this year is my approach. Despite what I don't have, the holidays can be an opportunity to focus on myself and appreciate what I do have. In this spirit, I say to anyone out there who feels alone, left out or anxious about this time of year: please be good to yourself first, don't put all your attention on what others are doing during Christmas. Spend this time the way you want to. Filter out the noise. Eat well and sleep when it's time. Treat yourself every day (for me, my holiday ritual became a simple hot chocolate every evening). Go for a walk or see a movie. If you're going to a Christmas or NYE party, don't put all your energy into this one day. Pace yourself. Volunteer for an organization or help people who are less fortunate than you. Reach out and connect in new ways. Turn off Facebook. Stay in touch with those around you, but don't compare your life with posts and Instagram pictures you see online. Accept the fact that some days will feel worse than others. Take care of yourself. Also, if you think you have signs of depression heading into the winter, consider talking to your doctor. He/she can actually help and make a difference. tl/dr : Be good to yourself.

Hey AIDS Bro's in Los Angeles !! Taking it all into my body man...getting as diseased possible and craving another AIDS toxic buddy !! Off meds for 3 + years and have lots of STD's to share and swap with other TOXIC Bro's. Total Darkside pig with a good body and lots of wannabe's here craving taking my cum and blood but few TOXIC AIDS buds like us!!! WOOOF Dale

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Asking why a total bottom never fucks may sound like a contradiction but it's not. I've met several guys who describe themselves as a "total bottom" but they still occasionally would not only top but really enjoy fucking and dumping their load deep in some wet hole. It's clear from watching porn that fucking a hole and then shooting inside feels really good. This is different from asking "Why don't more total tops sometimes get fucked?" because wanting a cock up your ass is sometimes hard to accept and it does not come natutral. So it's not the same thing. After all most bottoms either jerk off or use a fleshlight or like getting sucked. So why then more bottoms never fuck? I've been fucked by total bottoms and in my experience it feels no different than being fucked by a total top. The enjoyment is the same, they both talk dirty in the same way ("You like my cock up your hole?"), and they both react similar when they shoot their loads. The only difference I've noticed in a sauna is that "total bottoms" shoot their loads quickly. I consider myself a total bottom, I've fucked a couple of times and don't enjoy. From videos I can see how hot it is to dump a load. But why don't I fuck? One reason is that I'm afraid of finding shit. As a bottom I always clean myself and I know my hole is clean. Another reason is that my cock gets very sensitive when I cum and the few times I've fucked mots bottoms like to strangle the cock and I've hated that. A third reason are infections in the urinary track. If I'm getting any infection I prefer to getting it by bottoming. Any reason why some of you bottoms NEVER breed a hole? Or those bottoms who do occasionally breed a hole, do you fully enjoy it once in a while?

This is my first story. I am trying to narrate this part in view of a Daddy. An old lady, who lived in the opposite apartment of me, moved out and rented her apartment to a young jock in his mid 20's. He wore sweat pants and sleeveless t-shirt on the first day. He was clean shaven with short brown hair and green eyes. A couple days later, I drummed up the courage to go over and introduce myself. His name was AJ and he was a nice jovial guy, but a bit arrogant with his looks. He wore a very tight sleeveless t-shirt that depicted his muscular chest and flat abs. His nipples were peering through his sweat drenched t-shirt. I introduced myself and we made small talk for a few minutes. Upon my leaving I turned around and he was bent at the waist working on cleaning the floor of the house, the sight of his bulbous butt, made my dick harden in the very instance. As I stood there mesmerized by this vision of twin mountains, separated by a long and very deep valley, I could not help but fantasize about what it would be like to drill my 10 inch tool in that oversized bubble booty. A couple days later AJ was outside moving his furnitures, dressed in nothing but a small short. The weather was very hot that day, made his muscled athletic torso glistening with sweat, and when he turned around, you could see his sweat following the line of his back all the way down the back of his shorts, creating a long inviting river of sweat, entrenched deep between his basketball size melon butts, which were bouncing up and down with each step. I went over with a couple bottles of cold beer, and said "You need to take a break, kind of hot to be mowing the furniture this time of the day", He accepted the beer with a smile and we started chit chatting about the weather. He invited me to sit on his black sofa in his room in the back of the house which was totally enclosed. He grabbed a towel from a chair and wiped the sweat from his face, neck and chiseled torso, he then took off his shoes and wiped his feet and discarded the towel to the ground. He sat back on the chair and proceeded to unbuttoned his shorts, There he says, "that's better now, and thanks to you this beer hits the spot", "Glad to hear it" I said. We continued to talk about random things, then all of a sudden, he dropped his sweat drenched shorts to the ground, and there he was standing in front of me in his white briefs, which by now have become transparent from the sweat. He then asked me to help him with another chore he had to do, which was to fix a light in the ceiling and he needed me to hold the ladder, since it was an old one and weak. My eyes could not look away from those overstuffed cushions wrapped in a see through white briefs riding up his crack, exposing a part of his lower gluts, not that the rest wasn't covered, not much left to the imagination and I was not complaining. He set up the ladder and stepped up to the sixth step with his tools.I stepped on the last step of the ladder looking up this magnificent view of my neighbor's voluminous melon ass, spread like a work of art just inches away from my face. On a dare I stepped up the ladder closer, by now he stepped down a notch and my face was just 2 inches away from his melon ass, I could smell the musk of his sweat and gigantic bubbles. He must have felt my breath on his ass cheeks, since he bent over, expanding the size of his already over inflated mammoth ass. By then my dick was rock hard and peeking out of my shorts, fascinated with the sight of such a beefy ass and the musk it produced, I pressed my nose in his crack very gently, sniffing the man scent which sent chills down my spine and my dick was oozing pre-cum. At that moment, I felt a pressure that enveloped my entire face, by then he had stepped further down and his basketball size melons were pressed firmly on my face, my nose deep in his butt crack. Without hesitation, I reached with both hands and pulled down his underwear below his massive basketball size buns, there they were in all its glory, then I squeezed my hands around his gigantic bulbous ass, and licked his entire posterior, I then separated his mammoth ass cheeks and exposed his pink manhole. He quivered and moaned, "Come on, Fuck my ass !", "That's what you wanted? Huh faggot?", I said with a hard slap on his bulbous ass with my right hand leaving bright red spot on his cheek and then he replied, "OUCH!!! Yes, Plow my big fat ass without mercy", to which i shouted "Fuck Yeah! You are my bitch now, and that big melon ass is mine to use not yours from this time", then I pulled his firm bubble butts further apart then started to spit and finger fuck him, which drove him wild. He arched his bubble booty back even more then squirmed all the while perched on the ladder, "Yeah, Yeaahhh! drill my fuckin ass, slap it! slap it! yeaaahhh!! Come on, fuck my ass!". "Ohhh, motherfucker! you gonna make me fuck you, Motherfucking Faggot!", i replied, at that point my dick couldn't take more, but i said "If you want this 10 inch dick in your meaty ass, do as i say, it is not that easy to get this cock in your holes". I showed him my tool for the first time, his mouth was wide open with surprise, "OMG!!! 10 inch, Please shove it deep in my ass". The bitch immediately started licking my cock, then i slapped him vey hard in the face, making half of his face cheek bright red. He cried a little but without taking his eyes off my cock. I told him, Ït is a privelege for you to see my cock and take it in your open dirty mouth and that big melony shitty ass. Dont ever touch it without my permission. You are not deserved for this.". He cried out, "Take me as your slave bitch! I've never seen a cock of this size. Please accept this slut, i'll do anything as per your wish". I went near to his face and asked him to open his mouth, he opened it very widely expecting a big juicy 10 incher in his mouth with eagerness in his eyes, then i opened my zipper, took my cock out and pissed in his mouth. I expected a shock and crying from this bitch boy but he drank all the piss without missing a drop and even licked his lips after with a slight satisfied smile. I realised then this arrogant jock was a slutty whore who cannot resist a 10 inch snake. He still didnt took his eyes off my cock, i slapped him again in the face and zipped the trousers and proceeded to move out of the house. He ran to me like a dog in all fours with his tongues out looking at my cock in the trouser, i spit on his tongue and kicked his extra large bubble butt with my foot leaving a bright red adidas foot mark in his right ass cheek, "Not so fast, You slutty whore! Your meaty melon butt is not a match for my 10 inch cock, do as i say and wait for your turn. Now go inside you faggot!". I slammed the door hard and left for my apartment thinking how slutty he is and how to devour his ass. I also patte myself for reducing this arrogant jock to a slutty whore which is actually his true place. ... to be continued

Personally I would not get a PA. The idea of piercing my cock makes me shiver. Did get fucked by one once though. Guy plowed me for five hours (posted that story some place else here). Could hardly sit down for about a week after that. Love cock rings, PA's? Hot but not my thing (on me, that is).

My fantasy is like most here. I would love to be positioned face down on a padded bench in a club or bath house and take as many cocks in my ass that are there. I want to feel the cocks cumming in me and the cum running down my thighs. Finally after they are done with fucking me. (this may go beyond what others have interest on this site) I feel someone pulling on my sack and a sharpe pain then a funny feeling of release. Then a fellow shows me as I look up from the bench two pink orbs hanging from his hand and I realize they are my balls. They have gangbanged me and I loved it, but then they castrated me.

I had the same issue with mine. I could get my balls in but the ball dividing straps could have done with being maybe 1/4" longer to make it more comfortable.

I have many best stories but one I remember clearly is when I was 17 and moved to a big city for study, just giving into my search for sex, and also in a cruising park. I had been cruising for half an hour or so and had seen 5 guys in their 20s or something cruising who I thought were hot. They however did not make a move and I didn't either. Finally saw a guy in his 30s or so (#1) who motioned me to follow him to a spot off the track to a clear spot between the trees. He didn't waste any time and was in my tight young ass within minutes. After a few minutes he was fucking me I noticed 3 of the 5 hot guys I saw before were there too. One (#2) unzipped and forced his cock in my mouth. Only took a few minutes until he unloaded his balls down my throat. Zipped up and left. My first spitroast. When he left #1 grunted and shot his load in my hole. He left too. #3 took over and fucked me too. Shot his spunk on my ass and left. #4 took over and dumped his load IN my ass. I was horny as fuck after that, hadn't cum yet and walked around with a boner and took a few more loads that night, regardless of what the guys looked like (it was dark anyway so couldn't see much). One made me cum. He fucked so hard and deep I couldn't help myself and came. Guess they all liked a young small 17yo butt. I still remember that night today. Probably because it was my first time to take a lot of loads in a row. One of the best experiences I had.

Small cock, quite lazy and takes ages for me to cum. Those are my reasons. And then - astonishingly - having to say no the whole time coz they want the whole lukewarm thing repeated. Flavours aside, turning straight again might even be up there as an option. Occasional fucking of top guy before he shows how its done properly is in different category and quite hot. Especially if they cant coz of pain but want it really.

I've never been disappointed with a quick breeding, when the guy fucking starts shooting after a few strokes. I know that the top usually apologizes but I don't care. On the contrary I find those quick dump really hot especially when the leaves without saying a word and the only thing left is his load. Hot, hot, hot! @NLbear: don't feel bad the next time you shoot too quickly. @AlwaysOpen: In the post I'm asking why more bottoms don't fuck more and not for tops to start bottoming.

I want more of this story. It just keeps me wishing I was the boy getting fucked more and more

Well, in the vein of this Grindr thread- how many of you guys get a hit from a 21 year old guy, generally about 1700 miles away, that goes along this line- Him) You have a hot look Me) yes, thanks for the msg- you are a long ways from me, my profile says local only Him) I just got back fro working out and I am horny Ha Ha Me) Of course, are you a robot or do you not read the profiles or the msgs being sent to you Him) Do you have any pics to share?? Me ) open his profile and block him. Without much variation in distance or msg body, I get about 4 or 5 of these a week when I have the app going-- and damned near zero local hits

Part 4 “Damn, a virgin cunt for me to break in. Good thing you’re gagged, because you’re going to be in a world of pain.” I did everything I could, in my powerless state, to try and get this guy to stop. I heard myself begging, but all that came out were whimpers. I tried moving forward to the wall which only got me a harder smack on my ass. “Do that again bitch and my boot and your balls get to know each other REALLY intimately.” I moved back to the original position. I heard a dull rasp that I recognized as a zipper and realized he was getting his cock out. I tried to picture it again, hoping it wasn’t too large. I heard him clear his throat a couple of times before a wet glob fell onto the top of my ass crack. I felt a huge, hard, blunt object smear the spit on my hole and realized it was his cock head. The head felt like the size of a lemon and I could feel him pushing a little on my hole, which caused me to instinctively clench it. I heard a depraved laugh and he said, “Oh, bitch, are you trying to keep my cock out of your cunt? That’s so sweet. You saving yourself for your special man, giving him your innocence?” I shook my head, but confused, I also nodded. “That’s so sweet. But sadly, you aren’t good enough to be someone’s special gift. You’re nothing but a fine piece of ass, a cunt for any man to fuck and dump his load in. As a matter of fact, I think that pussy is going to be getting some very special treatment very soon.” I heard a slippery noise, which I recognized from many years of jerking off with only spit to lube up. I felt his finger at my hole again, and again I flinched. Soon enough, his cock head was at my hole again. I felt hot breath at my ear and him whispering, “I know you don’t want this. I know you are only here because you’re afraid of what I could do. But nobody but you and me know that. Everyone else knows what I told them; that you begged me to set this up. That you wanted to get fucked, in a toilet. You begged for a raw cock as your first fuck. Oh you stupid little punk, I own you, from your cocksucking mouth, down to your cumdump little pussy. And now, I’m busting your cherry.” With that said, he removed the blindfold and shoved my head into the wall, turning it to the left, where I could now see the full truth, a video camera staring down at me. I tried to look back at the guy and all he said was, “Your balls don’t want you to do that. Look at the camera bitch.” I did and my eyes exploded in agony as his cock was shoved into my ass.

Tonight just got back from dumping 2 big toxic loads in a tight young chaser. Met the slutty cunt on BBRTS last night he sent the usual hi, what you into crap. I can tell a chaser a mile off so just messaged back are you chasing? If you are meet me tomorrow Ill fuck you and breed you and hopfully make you complete. Met him at a sauna. Fucked his face for a few minutes, turned him around spit on his cunt lubed my cock a little then fucked him as hard as I could until I unloaded bollock deep, then I aggressively played with his arse until I was hard again then fucked him again using my toxic cum as lube then shot another load. I'm going to fuck him again this weekend then every few days until he is like me.

Part 2 I sent back a response begging for another way out, but only received one response, “This account has been deleted.” I sat there starting at the message, thinking this was just some really disgusting joke, or that I was having a nightmare. But it seemed to be too real for it to be a joke. I saw the picture again, and the audio file. I tried negotiating with myself, trying to figure out any other way out of this. I couldn’t think of anything that would work, that would prevent the video from getting out. I also knew that if my coach found out, I’d be kicked off the team and lose my scholarship. The coach was a real right-wing freak and he’d drum me out faster than I could beg for a chance. As the minutes dragged by, I came to the realization that my only option was going to be to show up at the rest stop and beg the guy face to face to not do this. I had no desire to get fucked, to lose my virginity to some random guy in a smelly restroom at a freeway rest stop. I looked at the clock and it was almost 6:00pm. I knew that, from reading stories, I needed to clean my ass out, so I went and got an enema kit, and spent the next hour cleaning my ass out until my guts hurt, but the water was clear. Putting on my jockstrap, I dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants and slowly trudged to the car. The thoughts going through my head were words to use to beg the guy or to think of how much money I could scrounge up to try and buy my way out. Neither of those seemed to be a viable option. Without really noticing the drive, I was pulling into the rest stop at 9:25 and parking in the last available spot. There seemed to be more cars tonight then I had ever noticed before and all the truck spots were filled as well. At 9:30, I walked in to the restroom and found two urinals occupied, and one stall open. The guys at the urinals looked at me as I walked in, then looked back down. I walked to the handicap stall and saw a brown paper bag in the corner. I closed and locked the door, and leaned back against it. I had not seen the guy from the other night, so knew there was no way out. It seemed like an hour, but in two seconds I had picked up and opened the bag. On the top was a slip of paper, which I took out. Typed and printed on the paper was the following message: “Hello you little fucking prude. I see that my earlier message was something you chose to follow directions on. Did you like the picture and the audio? Trust me when I say that the audio is even better when it’s on screen cumming out of your mouth. Now, I hope you followed my instruction and wore a jockstrap, because it will really make getting into that fine hairy pussy of yours a little easier. In the bag you will find three things, which you will be wearing for the next few minutes: a blindfold, a ball gag, and a pair of handcuffs. All three will be so that you don’t do anything stupid while you’re earning your way out of this. First, you’re going to strip down to your shoes and jockstrap and put the clothes in the bag. Next, you will insert the ball gag into your cocksucking mouth which I’ve already learned is very talented. Next, you will attach one of the cuffs to the wrist of your choice. You’ll then unlock and open the stall door all the way. Finally you will put the blindfold on and face the wall with the hand rail, so that hot ass is facing the doorway. Once that is all done, you will stand like that and wait for further instruction.” I heard guys come in, piss and leave while I was reading this. For a moment, I thought about putting the bag down and leaving, willing to take my chances. But something kept me from leaving. Fear? Or excitement? I set the bag down and stripped out of the sweats and t-shirt. I took the items out of the bag and put the clothes in. I looked at the ball gag and was disgusted by the site of teeth marks in it. Apparently this sick fuck has used it on other guys, guys who probably were into this kind of shit. I opened my mouth, put the ball in and strapped it behind my head. I looked at the cuffs and they looked like real police cuffs. I put one on my right wrist, fastening it at the first click I heard, leaving it loose. I slipped the blindfold on, placing it on my forehead for the time being. Deep in my head, I heard a voice screaming at me to stop this and get the hell out of there. I wish I had listened…

I ordered a cock ring with ball divider last week from the US. Should arrive in a few days this week. Supposedly makes my cock even harder. I love to squirt handsfree when getting fucked and this is supposed to help with that :-)

You need to move in to a city & not stay in the suburbs, being gay or bi is not looked down upon in cities, the smaller the suberb the smaller minded people you get. I've lived in major cities my whole life & so glad that i do. gives you total freedom to do as you want, you need to live your life for yourself & not for your family.

I try to be attentive with each bottom I fuck, if their hole is nice and tight, I like to eat their hole good first, moist it up, finger it a bit, get it nice & ready & relaxed for my cock. I want the bottom to enjoy it as much as me! I don't ever just ram it in initially, I get the hole nice and wet if it's not already, & ease it in, little by little, testing him out, just have to kind of feel it out. Usually after a bit, I go all the way in with no issue, & work up to deeper & deeper & then it's all good from there It's kind of an intuitive thing, I just try to be as aware of a cumpig bottom as I am of myself so we both have fun!

Part XI Well, what a conflict. Just wanted to see a really huge cock and had but had also ended up sucking it to full hardness and then let him dominate me into letting him fuck me with that huge pole. Then he tells me he is poz on top of that. What the hell was I thinking about. That is what comes from thinking with my small head. Now, either I have to explain to my boyfriend what I had done or trick him somehow into coming with me on that trail and fool around and let the guy fuck my boy too. I had never seen him bottom before. How was I going to do that. He doesn't like hiking that much either. Oh, worry, worry. I decided to try and tease my boy into going with me. First, I got my big cock poz guy to take a few pics of his cock, but not showing all of it, just enough to draw interest and curiosity. Then I plied by boy by teasing him with my ass. Then telling him there sure were a lot of guys walking the trails where I went and some had some really nice looking butts and cocks. Then I, accidently on purpose, left my puter on with one of the tease pics from my poz guy. It showed nothing but the huge head of his cock with a caption about how long and bid around it was. I then left my laptop sitting on desk leading to bathroom where my boy was sure to see it on the way to there. I know he saw it as when he came back to bed he was hard as a rock and fucked the hell out me. I then left another one on that showed my poz guy's balls and a note about how big they were and how much cum they could hold to spurt out when needed. After each time I left a pic out my boy would come back to bed and just plain plow my hole for all he was worth and fill me full of his cream. I was loving it, but had to keep track of what was going on, too, as when my boy wasn't plowing my hole all I could do was think about that huge cock plowing me really good and deep and thinking about that poz cum made me wild for some reason, too. My boy was also asking questions about that cock I seemed to be always looking at, wink, wink. I told him it was one of the guys who hiked the trails I went to. I told him we had taken a break at about the same place once and had talked a bit and exchanged emails. I told him that ever since he had sent me some pics of his cock for fun to tease me with. I just thought they were fun. My boy said he would love to see if it really was as big as he was telling me. After a couple of weeks of this my boy finally asked if he could come with me on my next hike. I smiled and told him I would love for him to come as I loved doing everything with him. I told him we should go the next morning for sure and he agreed saying he sure hoped that guy would be around so he could get a look at that huge cock once. This really made me smile as it seemed like he had more interest than just wanting to see it. When my boy went to the bathroom, I quickly sent a message to the poz guy telling him that my boy was coming with me in the morning for a hike and he might want to be around to see what would happen. I got a message back quickly saying he would try to be there but wasn't completely sure of his schedule yet. I was a little disappointed but sent him back that I sure hoped he could make it. My boyfriend and I arrived and it was a really nice warm day for a hike. We both decided to just wear our shoes and socks and jocks and shorts only as we thought that while hiking we would get too warm with a shirt of any kind on. We started out and then turned off on the route most guys used and most of them nude or with just their shoes and socks on. We had hiked a short distance when we encountered the first person we had seen and very naked but in good shape guy with what looked to be a very nice uncut cock walking along the opposite direction. We exchanged hellos and kept on going, caught my boy looking over his shoulder at the guy walking away, so I looked also and he did seem to have a nice ass too. We ran into about 5 or 6 guys like this over the next approx. 2 miles we hiked but none were my poz guy at all. We decided to return then and took another route that would take us by where the poz guy had fucked me before. As we got close to that spot I veered off the trail and had my boy follow me and took him right to where the deed had been done. I then dropped to my knees and started to play with my boy's cock through his shorts and then tugged them and his jock down and soon had my mouth wrapped around his cock and sucking him good. I was really horny being where I had last been fucked by someone other than my guy and a poz one to boot. I sucked for a while and then stood up and we were then kissing and running our hands all over each other while getting rid of our clothes completely. Then my boy pushed me down and onto my back and was soon burying his tongue in my hole and then running a couple of fingers in me too to loosen me up some. This went on for about 10 minutes and then he pulled his fingers out and rammed his cock in me deep as it would go on one thrust. I pushed my hips up and into him to make sure every bit of his cock got in all the way. He then proceeded to pound the hell out of my hole. He got a good rhythm going and I was really enjoying it when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and there about 25 feet away was my poz guy in all his glory. Stark naked and his cock pointing straight into the sky hard and beautiful. I barely was able to whisper to my boy that he was here watching I was so caught up in the excitement. My boy turned his head to looke and the poz guy let him see him for just a second and turned and walked away into the trees. My boy yelled hey, come back here a minute, but there was no answer and by the time we got untangled and ran up there, the guy was nowhere to be seen. My boy told me he barely got a glimpse of that cock before it was gone. Damn, he didn't see enough to tell exactly what he had seen. We didn't even finish our sex we had started but just hiked back to the car and went home. We were both somewhat discouraged by the day's events.

A while back I had this grunt chasing after my dick constantly, and even though he had a big ole bouncy butt and the sweetest lil pink eye, getting up in his kunt was too damn much work. Finally I told him next time you come over to my house lookin to get you hole banged out, I better be able to just bone your hole in one long even stroke, or you're hittin the bricks. So now he stops at an a ABS on his way over and get thrown a fuck by a stranger, and I get some nice wet marine pussy to fuck the shape of my dick into

Last night. Got a text around 11pm. Was already in bed reading when I got a text from the two French businessmen I am seeing on an irregular basis. They were in town again for meetings next week, horny and looking to fuck. Got up, cleaned and went over to their hotel (which is luckily around the corner) within an hour. Got home by 2am with 4 loads. These guys are incredible and I love it when they call me "putain" , drill my hole and plant a load in me.

CHPT 17 - The Great Escape and a New World Order (*NEW/alternate ending): I slowly began to come awake, my mind and body both numb and non-responsive as I struggled to the surface of consciousness. Whatever those pills were that Master had shoved into my throat in the car had done what he promised – they had knocked me the fuck out. Some minutes later I was finally able to roll onto my back, wipe the crust and funk from my eyes and squinted as I looked around. I was laying on a dirty old mattress on the floor in the corner of one of the far back rooms of the garage the thugs and gangbangers called their Pleasure Palace and from the wetness underneath and smell, was pretty sure they had fucked me, pissed on me, and more while I was out. Damn I hate it when I miss good dick! There was an old, rusted metal file cabinet on its side against the wall and on top, near the end, a large plate of white powder. After snorting the breakfast of champions I managed to sit fully upright, leaned against the wall, and allowed the hot rush to work its way from my nose to my toes. I managed to get myself standing and realized how much my body ached and my nipples hurt from where Pa had bit and chewed them. Damn, my whole chest looked black and blue! I then rubbed my neck and that was tender too, shit. I grabbed the plate, snorted some more, licked my index finger and when that was nice and coated bent forward a little and probed my ass. My ring was swollen and tender, confirming they had rough fucked me, but I was perpetually horny and wanted more. Part of my mind said I should eat something or drink something, but I could only think about finding some dick and so – still naked – headed towards the front rooms where I found my piss buddy thug and another dude playing cards. I yawned and stretched like a cat just waking up from a nap as they laughed at me, made jokes about my pink pussy, and bragged about who stretched my guts out the farthest. “So you two just going to talk or do I need to go down the street and find a man who can actually get his shit hard and fuck?” I teased. I had barely finished speaking before one thug had his dick down my throat filling my gut up with hot chem piss and the other was banging the Tina around in my ass. A couple kidneys of piss and almost two loads later Master walked in with Carter, the leader of the drug gang. “Jesus Christ,” Carter said. “I thought you said our little drug mule bitch was knocked out? Looks like he’s bright eyed and bushy tailed.” Master just chuckled, lit a joint, tossed a couple large plastic bags on the floor and said, “I told you this sissy can get down like no pussy I ever seen. OK boys, wrap this shit up. Time to get to business.” I begged and pleaded for more and my mouth and ass were left empty of dick, and tried to get Carter to take me right then and there, but he just walked out, trailed by the two thugs who at least had the manners to slap my ass in thanks as they left. I was alone with Master who pushed my hands away when I tried to undo his pants, told me to go snort some more lines, and when I returned said, “Follow me.” We walked to one of the side doors, he stepped out and I paused. “You know no body fucking sees shit around here, now get that ass out here before I beat it,” Master snarled. I smiled and said, “You promise?” He just chuckled, shook his head, and headed towards the back of the old house in front of the garage. I waited on the step below him, one hand trying to hide my ass, the other my dick, as he opened the large lock on the plywood covered back door. I followed him into the dark, he closed the door, slid a few deadbolts, then flipped a light switch. Holy fuck the house was awesome! I stood in the middle of a modern kitchen, looking around, not quite believing what I was seeing. “Nobody fucks with a place they think is rotten and empty,” Master said. “But looks can be deceiving. Some old plywood on the windows, weeds in the yard, and we gots us a crib on the down low and your fucking new home.” It took a minute for that last bit to sink in. “Wait, what did you say?” I asked. Master paused, set the bags down, ran his rough, calloused fingers over the bite marks from Pa on my chest and neck and said, “Carter wants us to keep a closer eye on you after…well this shit. So, we paid a little visit to your Pa and the boy and let me tell you them motha fuckas are mouthy, but they learned. During the day you will continue our drug runs and we will allow you to stop by the RV to deal with customers only when you are done, and only with one of my homies in tow. Probably Gator – seems you two get along.” I asked, “Gator? Who the fuck is that?” It took Master a few to respond as he held a big hit, then he blew the smoke in my face and said, “The banger whose piss you been swallowing like you just crawled off the fuckin desert. Nasty fucks. As I was saying, Gator’ll have your back and when its time to roll up at night, he’ll bring you back to garage because trust, I plan to have the boys rape that shit hole every fucking night til your twat is loose and gaping. But, when it’s time to eat, clean up, crash a bit, you’ll come in here – with me – and me only. Now come on. You smell like dog shit.” I followed Master into a fucking huge bathroom that had an open walk-in shower. He dropped the bags, left me standing in the middle of the floor and went out, came back a minute later with a plate full of line and two joints in his hand in an ashtray. He set everything on the counter and motioned for me to take the rolled up $20 and snort away as he hit his smoke. “You want to try this?” Master asked. I shook my head, he squeezed his eyes and whispered, “Damn good sticky shit! Got it mixed with some extra stuff, look at my fucking dick – BRICK! Set that down and get over here, take your time, undress me.” I gently lifted the t-shirt Master was wearing to expose his taught, dark stomach and gently kissed his side, middle, and skin near the top of his pants. I then pushed the shirt higher, which he held down with one hand as he continued smoking the joint with the other and I flicked my tongue over his nipples making him moan. Master exhaled, set his joint in the ashtray, pulled his t-shirt off, and let me continue bathing him with my tongue, front, back, and I worked my way up to his arm pits and inhaled the man musk as he did not wear deodorant. I then got on my knees and unzipped his pants, and closed my eyes as I relished the smell of his big black dick, sweaty balls, and wet skin. Master pushed his pants down a little, rubbed his finger in the plate of Tina, ran his coated finger up and down his ass crack then said, “Get in there. Clean that out.” I balked. Ass was not my thing. Dick yes – ass no. He cuffed my head, bent forward and continued to smoke as I parted his muscled cheeks and slowly licked at the Tina trail coating his thick layer of fur. The Tina, the smell, his moaning and my horniness all got to me and I spread his ass with both hands and started to tongue his clenched up hole. Holy shit he liked that! What is it with tops who like their ass licked? I was either then brave or stupid as I set back on my heels and poked my right index finger at his now wet outer hole. I’m not sure what I expected, not like I could fuck him with my little white dick, but I did not expect him to turn around, his eyes ablaze in anger as he started to slap the shit out of me. “WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU DOING YOU GOD DAMN LITTLE BITCH! I AIN’T NO FUCKING QUEER. FUCKING BITCH.” Master then dropped his joint in the ashtray, twisted me around and slammed me face down on the cool tile floor and with his pants bunched around his ankles used his body weight to hold me in place as he found my hole and forced his dick in me dry – raping me like the queer boy that I was. “FUCK ME MASTER!” I begged. “FUCK IT, FUCK MY PUSSY, BUST MY CUNT OPEN MASTER, BUST IT OPEN.” Master obliged and reached around and began digging and twisting at my bitten-up nipples and I cried out, which made his dick swell and push deeper. He then shifted his weight and edged up so he could bite me on the neck where Pa had and the harder he fucked my dry ass the harder he bit down until the only noise I could make was a high pitched squeak like a hamster being prepared for lunch by a python. Master shot his load in my torn ass, got off me, and still seeming like he was angry, finished getting undressed and stepped in the shower. I was not sure what to do, but cautiously got in with him and gently began to soap him up. His body relaxed and his temper eased and Master then began to soap me up and when he reached my ass and lathered it up, his dick was hard as shit again and he took his time fucking me against the shower wall, the water cascading over our bodies as my ass opened and gaped for him to use. Some time later, Master’s balls were drained, we toweled off, I got dressed in the new clothes he had bought me, we went to the kitchen and I forced a little food down although I was not really hungry, and then the work day began. Fuck I hated the heat. The following days passed pretty much one like the other. I would do my drug mule runs for Carter and the gang, would meet Teddy at the stadium, Jenkins would rough fuck me in the dark and every couple of days he and Teddy would ‘hide me out’ for a quick gang fuck while I was chained up in the bowels of the stadium by Jenkins’ friends. Still have no idea who they were as never once saw them. Then I would stumble to the RV with Gator as my shadow. He no longer waited over by the trees, but sat right outside the door and was usually joined by two or three other thugs who drank, smoked, hung out, and kept me safe from Pa’s wrath. Their presence may explain why the fuck business nose-dived to nothing, much to Pa’s frustration, but every time he started to raise his voice to me, Gator was in the door, and without saying a word Pa would back down. The longer this set up went out, the more Pa drank and the more upset Brett became. One day when I was at the RV Brett caught me in the bathroom. “Do you know what he does now? He fucks me. I’m not the fucking sissy, you are! Not me! Not any more! What you’re doing…….” Brett’s voice trailed off as Gator stepped into the RV. I waved Gator out, tried to sooth Brett and even offered him my ass, but he stomped out, so I shrugged, double checked that my stash of cash and stuff was safe in the ceiling and waited. Part of the deal was I still got my shots from Pa, but more and more it was Brett who gave them to me as Pa did not like being around the thugs. The week leading up to the Texas and Oklahoma football game was God damn crazy! My legs ached from walking back and forth running drugs, the gangbangers were more hyped and on edge than usual and my ass was being used most of each night as one after another took turns fucking me while they partied. Christ some of us worked during the day, but my protests went unheeded and so I stayed fueled up on Tina, took Master’s pills to put me out when I needed to rest, and then when it was time to sleep and clean up, Master was there to keep me safe, warm, and filled in what I started to think of as our house. All the thugs stayed in the garage, only Master and I went into the house. He fucked me rough, fucked me gently, kissed me, whispered soothing words, belted my ass hard, and held me close as I drifted off. I still saw Curtis now and then when I picked up drugs from his place, but it was Master I saw most and of course Gator. Damn, Gator made me laugh and was a fucking freak who always had a beer in hand so his tap was full anytime I was able to get on my knees and swallow his piss. I was a drugged up slut, a sissy, and a whore for dick and it was fucking amazing! I never wanted it to end and did not think about what would happen at the end of the Fair – or what sinister plans Pa had in store, but I soon found out. The day of the Texas and Oklahoma football game arrived. Unlike every other day, when I dropped my load of drugs off at the stadium Jenkins did not fuck me and so I left right back out with Teddy. Teddy took advantage of this and led me to the shack where the trash was kept and bred me with a load before he said he had to go and get back to work. I was smoothing down my t-shirt when one of the Hispanic guys who worked at the animal barn found me and showed me a $20. He had fucked me before in the Port-A-Potties as well as at the barn with his friends, so I headed to the Port-A-Potties assuming he wanted a quick nutt. “No, no, no,” he said and waved his hand frantically. It took me a minute and I asked, “You want to got the RV?” He nodded, his eyes wide, “Si, Si, RV, yes, yes, fuck there.” I shrugged. Looked around for Gator who I assumed had followed Teddy and I, didn’t see him, and started out for the RV. Pa and Brett were sitting at the table when I stepped into the RV, both smoking, and Pa also had beer in his hand. He smiled, “Hey, hey. Come on in. We umm… we… well…” I just nodded, headed to the back as Pa and the Hispanic guy exchanged a few words, which I thought was about payment. I got naked, bent over the bed, and waited. I closed my eyes and sighed, heard a zipper, felt a finger edge my hole, and as I began to turn got pinned to the bed by Pa as he forced his dick into me while he grabbed my wrists hard and twisted making me yelp. “I TOLD YOU YOU’RE MY SISSY. MINE. I’LL TEACH YOU. I’LL FUCKING TEACH YOU. NOW BOY – DO IT NOW!!!” I cried out, Pa let go of my left wrist and covered my mouth as Brett now leaned over on my right side, grabbed my right arm, and while his eyes said, “I’m sorry,” he jabbed me with a needle and my world went dark. The rumbling of tires on the concrete interstate and the swaying of the RV let me know I was alive. Everything was so foggy, fuzzy, where was I? Who was I? What was going on? Why was I naked? Why did my ass hurt? Why were there bite marks all over my chest? I stood up, my legs wobbled, I grabbed the wall to steady myself and pulled the curtain to the side. The young guy driving the RV quickly turned and looked back then slapped the man in the passenger’s seat who must have been asleep as he started awake and he turned to look at me. I cocked my head, who is this man? He steadied himself against the movement of the road as he walked back to me. His mustache hair was wild and unruly, his long hair uncombed, his hairy chest glistened in a sheen of sweat. “There’s my boy!” the man said with great exaltation, “We were worried sissy. You had a wicked bad spell there, but looks like you alright now. Want a beer? Here, how about this, I got some Tina ready for you. Snort it up. Will make you feel shits better.” I was confused, not sure of anything right then, but I took the plate and instinctively snorted several lines before he grabbed it away, “Whoa whoa there. Easy does it,” the man said, “Just give it a sec to kick in. So tell me. You know where you are? Who I am?” I just shook my head. Trying to think as it felt like an Army tank parked on my head, so I stopped thinking and just listened and nodded. He was Pa, Brett was driving, I was sissy, and that’s all I needed to know. Oh, and my ass was theirs to fuck and fuck it they did. First Pa took me back to the bed, brought back some beers, smoked a cigarette while he had me suck him, then he fucked me for a long time, all the while talking shit I didn’t understand. The RV stopped, Brett came back, and same thing. I barely said a word, and just let them do what they wanted. When it was time for bed, Pa gave me a shot, told me I had bad spells, this was my medicine, and I went to sleep with his dick in my ass as Brett lay on the other side of me jacking his load onto my stomach. The next day the other men started to show up. Pa had left in the morning and soon men were knocking on the door and Brett explained to me they were there to fuck me. OK. I guess. Between the beer, plates of Tina, and my shots, I frankly didn’t give a rat’s ass. I just did what I was told, when they told me, and can’t say I enjoyed it all as I was numb – body, mind and soul – all numb. Each day was like the one before. They would drive, sometimes Pa or Brett would fuck me. We would stop, then strange men would come to the RV and breed me. Raw dicks big and small, skinny and fat men, old and young, I took them all and played my part like I was told. Then my memories started to come back, bit by bit. For a long time, my first clear memory was being in the back of the RV while some truck driver drooled tobacco spit out of his mouth, down his beard and onto my chest as he shot his cum in my ass. He climbed off me, shuffled toward to the front of the RV while he pulled up his pants as another man came through the curtain, dropped his pants, shoved his uncut dick in me and started to fuck using the other guy’s cum for lube. That’s the way it had been as Pa drove around the South, then hit the Midwest and beyond where we stopped at truck stops, camp grounds, mall parking lots, anyplace with a free spot to park and horny men looking to fuck. In between these pit stops, Pa and Brett would keep my ass and mouth full of their big raw dicks, hot cum, chemmed up piss, and my special vitamin shots. Pa said they have to keep my ass trained, keep them happy, and take my shots no matter how much I hate the needles. They always called me Sis, which is short for sissy or sister. It was still winter when we ended up in North Dakota at some of the new oil fields up there and it was a constant stream of men coming to the RV, which Pa had found a spot for at the edge of a trailer park just beside the highway outside of town. I begged for them to fuck me because that’s what I knew they liked to hear. “Fuck my pussy, cum in my cunt, breed me daddy,” were my standard lines. Pa really liked fucking me hard when my ass was full of cum. He said he liked it wet and sloppy. Brett fucked me any chance he could. I didn’t care about that or anything else except now getting away from them both. The longer I was with them the worse things got in my head. The nightmares never made any sense to me at the time. It wasn’t monsters or anything, but people I had never seen, places I had never been, things I had never felt all coming at me at once. I would wake up shaking, breathing hard and sweating like I had just outrun the cops after Brett and I had swiped something from a store. I know those aren’t really nightmares now, but memories of who I used to be and my life before – my life before I became Sis. Maybe my shots didn’t work anymore, or maybe whatever it was Pa had done to me had worn off somehow. I didn’t know. Either way, I remembered and I knew, my real name was Mikey. The longer we were in North Dakota, the more freedom I had. After scoping out my options I decided on a plan, or at least a way to try to get away from my Pa and Brett who even though I said the words they wanted to hear, my mind screamed, “KIDNAPPERS!” I borrowed Brett’s winter coat and underneath it had put on a couple t-shirts one over the other, my pants as well as a pair of Pa’s, and snuck into the bathroom and took out my cash and the phone numbers there. If I could just call those numbers, I knew I could be rescued. But JD was in Texas and Billy was in California and who knew if they even remembered me? I didn’t have a way to call Curtis or his thugs in Dallas. Pa was out and Brett was watching his shitty little TV. “Do you want some cigarettes? I’m going to walk over to the truck stop, forgot to get some for Pa,” I asked him. He just shook his head and ignored me. I almost forgot, I walked back to the bed, lifted the mattress up, and tucked a map that I had bought during my last trip to the truck stop under it with the corner sticking out just enough to it could be seen. On the map I had used a pen to draw a line to New York, via Chicago. Hopefully they would find it and think that is where I headed. The cold wind hit my face like a hammer as I stepped out of the RV. I trudged through the snow to the truck stop, worried that Brett or Pa would be behind me, but they weren’t. During my previous trips there I had made friends – ok well fuck buddies – with a guy who worked the register at the gas pumps. I had let him fuck me in the back and told him I would pay him $500 if he could hook me up with a truck going south. It was a risk, but one I had to take. I had been by a few hours before and he told me about a truck that had just pulled in and the guy had told him he was heading to Mobile, Alabama. Now the rest was up to me. I got to the truck stop, got the details on the rig, and wandered through the parking lot until I found the truck. The idling truck cast a wave of fumes into the cold, frigid air from its exhaust. I didn’t see the driver, but got up the nerve and knocked on his door. Nothing. I knocked some more. I was almost ready to walk away when a bald head peaked out of the back and looked down at me, frowned, then grumpily waved me around to the other side. The door unlocked, I climbed up, offered him my hand, “Hi, I’m Mikey. My friend said I could get a ride with you – maybe – please?” The trucker was about 50, paunch belly, and looked none too happy that I had woken him up. He reached back into the sleeper, got a cigarette, lit it, and said, “Yeah. He asked. I didn’t say yes. Why should I?” I fished into my pants pocket, pulled out $200 and said, “I can pay, please? I’m just…just…trying to get home.” He snatched the money quick as shit and said, “You a cock sucker too huh? Get back here and swallow my load. Then we’ll see.” I had taken a lot of dick and cum, yet his was the nastiest ever. Something about that man was wrong, so wrong, but he was driving the way I needed to go so I swallowed his nutt and hid in the sleeper as his truck rumbled out of the truck stop and headed south. We took Interstate 94 over to 55 South. It was an uncomfortable trip as after shooting that first load in my mouth and taking my money the trucker wanted nothing to do with me and would not even speak to me. Fine. Then outside of Indianapolis I went into the truck stop to use the bathroom – had to take a shit as had been pissing just beside the truck – and when I came out the asshole was gone. GONE! Fuck what would I do now. So I hustled. I knew how to be a slut and a whore and lots of truckers like little boy sissies and that was me. Truck by truck I made my way down Interstate 55 to Interstate 10 and there my luck ran out. I could not find a trucker to pick me up and I actually had to run into some woods to get away from the State Highway Patrol who tried to catch me because I was hitchhiking on the interstate. So I walked. And I walked. And I walked some more, but mostly at night and off on the side of the road. About my third night this guy in a pickup did stop, offered me a ride, I offered to let him fuck me, he pulled off on a feeder road, pulled to the side and fucked me raw and rough as cars whizzed by on the interstate. He then stole what money I had left and my coat and took off, leaving me alone, in the dark, with nothing but his jizz soaking my guts and what clothes I had on my back. I slunk back to the interstate and continued walking through the night. I could not believe how fucking cold Louisiana was – oh shit! I did manage a couple rides and finally that night I saw signs for Baton Rouge. I was riding with an old married couple and the lady was like a sweet grandma who could not get enough of me and spoke a mile a minute, mostly about her concern for how awful I looked and how a hot meal, a good shower, and a day at church would set me right. Little did she know. I was glued to the window, watching for my destination and then I saw it – the truck stop- and practically screamed – “LET ME OUT, STOP STOP, STOP HERE, RIGHT HERE, LET ME OUT!” I nearly gave them heart failure, but the old man slowed, pulled over, I hopped out, slammed the door, then opened it and said, “Thank you, oh sorry, thank you. Thank you,” and proceeded to climb up the embankment. Once at the top of the embankment I stood on the curb, breathing hard with excitement and nervousness. Did I make the right decision? There, just down the feeder road was a neon sign - ROXIES ADULT VIDOES – my destination. I knew that’s where Pa had taken me to be trained, or brainwashed, or whatever the fuck Curtis did to me, but Harold was there too. I really had no place else to go. I guess I could have gone back to Dallas, or called JD, or called Billy, but every time my heart and mind went back to Harold. He was the one person who seemed to truly care for me. I made my way down the side of the feeder road, it was late, the parking lot was empty, and when I arrived I waited before nervously knocking on the front door – nothing. I walked around back and knocked on the back door. Nothing. So I went back out front, sat down on the curb, rested my head on my arms across my knees and cried. I sobbed in fear, relief, and the flood of memories of who I had been – Mikey. My old life was gone. My family, my parents, my church, everything. I could never go back. I had to move on and frankly had to admit to myself I loved dick, being fucked raw, and being a slut. Oh I liked the drugs too. Maybe Pa and Brett would come after me, or maybe not. Either way, I would start here and if this did not work out, well fuck, I made it this far I could walk to fucking Dallas if I had to and be a drug mule again. The air felt even chillier so I backed against the wall by the front door, wrapped my arms around me and dozed in a fitful sleep. I should have heard him, but I didn’t and would have screamed bloody murder if not for the large, black hand over my mouth. I still struggled though before I realized who it was and listened to his words. Harold knelt in front of me, a wild range of emotions showing on his face as the sun broke through the clouds of the eastern sky. I couldn’t breathe and reached up to lift his hand away. Harold didn’t move. He just looked at me. Now I was not sure coming back was a good idea until he said, “Aww, my beautiful baby.” Harold then smiled and crushed me against the wall as he hugged me tight. I felt so self-conscious. I knew I was dirty, smelly, and a mess, but he didn’t care. Tears of relief streamed down my face and Harold took his thumb and gently wiped them away. He then got on his knees, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a plastic baggy, reached in, and then held up a diamond earring stud. I turned my head and yelped as he repierced my ear, this time with no prep. He kissed it, then pulled out the second stud and did the right ear. “I knew you would come back to me so I save these for you after you left,” he said. “Thanks T2,” I said in between sobs of pain and joy. Harold laughed too. That was his nickname, T2, like Mr. T the second. Harold stood up, unlocked the door, and I followed him inside. He just smiled at me as he locked the door, walked behind the counter and flipped on the power switches. Immediately the arcade and theater came alive with the sound of porn flicks and people fucking. Harold gently took my hand and I followed him to the theater, noticing how he still wore the same black boots, the right one untied and laces dragging. His green coveralls/jumpsuit seemed one size too small, had some holes in it, the zipper looked broken half way up, and the American flag patch on his right chest was frayed and coming off. Once inside the theater, in the glow of the light of a white chick being banged out on the theater screen, Harold stood at attention, waiting for me to do my duty. I slowly unzipped his zipper and his monster dick popped free. I knelt, lovingly licked the funk from his dick head, ripe and sweaty as always. I spit on my hand, slicked his dick, stood in front of him and asked, “Do you want to fuck me?” Harold laughed, encircled my body in his arms and squeezed tight as he could, knocking the breath out of me. I tried to cry out as he then rammed his dick into my ass, more out of frustration as it would not go in. I had not been fucked by a big black dick in well – fuck quite a while. Harold eased his right arm off my body, “What do you want beautiful?” he asked. “MAKE IT HURT DADDY FUCK ME PLEASE!!!,” I begged. Harold spit twice into his palm, slicked his dick, spit again, fingered my hold, wrapped his arm back around me and pushed in, splitting my ass open and making me take his raw meat. A few strokes and my ass ring opened up, welcoming his monster dick in and my ass pussy became instantly wet, begging for that black dick. “Fuck damn I missed that boy pussy. It’s OK sissy cunt. Let Daddy know how good that big black dick feels up there. Tell your Daddy sissy. No one can hear. Louder, I fucking said LOUDER!” Harold barked. I screamed as loud as I could, “RAPE ME DADDY, PLEASE RAPE ME. RIP MY PUSSY OPEN, FILL ME WITH YOUR BLACK DICK! MAKE ME YOUR SLUT AND SISSY DADDY. WANT MY PINK PUSSY HOLE? WANT IT DADDY? JUMP UP IN THERE – DEEPER – JUMP UP IN THERE – OH SHIT YEAH!!” Two loads later and Harold had me on my back in the middle of the theater floor. I was laying on a dirty couch cushion as he rocked our bodies back and forth, churning his nutt into a froth that spilled down my crack. The theater door opened, two shadows approached, “Well God damn, look at what the cat dragged in – or should I say what pussy came back sniffing for that good dick!” Curtis said. Harold stayed as he was with me clutched tight under him, but both Curtis and AJ – the young boy who worked there – were getting naked, apparently planning to get inside me too. I arched my back and turned my head and said to Curtis, “I…Pa…they might come…” Curtis shushed me, slapped Harold’s ass, and said, “Naw, they won’t come back here. Don’t you worry none. Let’s just say he and I parted ways. Now my man, you slide out that hole. Time for me to make up for some lost time. You ready sissy?” A New World Order (new ending) Over the following weeks, I still worried that Pa and Brett would show up and try to take me again, but as I settled back into a routine of being the bookstore/theater slut, anything outside the world of dick, drugs, and dick, faded away. While I loved being with Harold, sleeping with him at night, having him hold me, fuck me, share all his body and fluids with me, the other part of me really enjoy all the other men too. Harold started to get more and jealous and possessive and while I could tell he was upset, he never told me exactly what was wrong and I was frankly a bit clueless. One day I went into our room and most of his shit was gone. I found Curtis to ask him what was going on but he refused to answer until I bent over his desk. Once his long, black, raw dick was snuggled nice and deep in my ass, Curtis said, “Don’t worry about him now. He’s got some things to work out and knows he can’t have what he wants here, so time for him to move on a bit – now push back on this dick and work that fucking hole! A few weeks later I was in the stock room unpacking a shipment of vides when AJ popped his head in and said, “Hey, Curtis says you need to go to the theater. Got some business. Told me to bring you this and that you should hit it good before you go in. I nodded and said, “Thanks,” as I took the baggy of powder, the straw, and then snorted good and hard. Fuck I love that burn! I made a quick pit stop, adjusted my shorts and tank top, opened to the theater door and as it slowly closed I focused through the thick haze of smoke to notice that the movie playing was one I had never seen before. The black dick fucking the girl’s ass was gigantic! She looked like she was in real pain but the dude was not letting up. Without thinking I unbuttoned my shorts, let them drop, and started jacking my dick watching that monster missile defile her pink hole and my own ass twitched and quivered seeing her pink ring stretch to the max. I was lost in my own personal fantasy world when a big hand wrapped itself around my throat from the back and a sinister voice growled in my ear, “That’s what I plan to do to you – you nasty white pussy.” My hand dropped from my dick as he forcible turned me around – it was Billy! He smiled, dropped his hand from my neck and I then startled him as I jumped up, hugged him, and practically tried to climb up in his arms. Billy laughed, set me down, “So you’re happy to see me huh?” he said with a big old smile. He then waved at the screen, “What do you think of my new movie? It’s not officially out yet, but I always give the folks back here at a home a little taste. Get their feedback you know. Plus Curtis told me you had shown back up and I had to come back to climb up inside you again. What do you think about that?” I dropped to my knees, unzipped his fly, fished out his elephant dick, and began spitting it up. Billy chuckled, pulled his shirt off, shimmied his hips a little as I pulled his pants down, and with my mouth still on his dick, stepped out of his pants and then put his hands on his hips like a super hero – a big pussy fucking super hero! I let his dick go long enough to grab my baggy, hit real hard knowing I would need it, then stood up and begged for him to spit fuck me. Billy pushed me away and said, “Naw boo, we got to wait just a minute. Business first. Remember that video Curtis made of me raping your shit last time? Well he made a lot of cash off that pink hole being tore up, so time for the next episode, I think we’ll call it ‘Mr. Mandingo – Crack Addict’.” Sounded like a plan to me so I snorted some more Tina as Billy said, “That’s it. Get fucking spinning. This will be all about how Mr. Mandingo rape fucks a tweaker slut – making that white crack gape the fuck out for this dark nutt as I work that pussy over.” The theater door opened, Curtis strode in, closed and locked the door, and said, “Time to get this fucking show on the road. Everyone fucking loved the shit last time. Now I want it more extreme. True fucking rape, no holding back now, extreme dick fuck, you hear me? I got fucking freaks willing to pay triple for something real, and I know you both can give it.” A few hours later I lay in the middle of the theater floor bruised, bloody, cum drenched, and ass gaping for dick like a gold fish who jumped out of its bowl. Billy was taking a piss in the middle of the floor, shook off the last few drops and laughed as he said, “Just a little something else for you to clean up, now crawl over and let me see that pussy tongue taste it.” I groaned as I rolled over, got up on my hands and knees, and winced as the concrete floor bit into my scuffed knee caps. Billy spit on his dick and started stroking it as he watched me delicately bend forward until my face was almost touching the floor and then flick out my tongue like a Persian cat drinking my a silver bowl full of buttery cream. Billy moaned as he squatted over my ass and slid his dick back up my sloppy man cunt. I arched my back, Billy dropped his full weight on me, pressing me into the pool of his piss as he rode up on my ass, and started to pound another load deep in my guts. When he finished, Billy helped me stand up, and I asked, “Was that OK? Did I do good for you? Did you like it?” Billy smiled at me, slapped his still half-hard dick and said, “What do you think? You got one hell of a hungry ass there and God damn I enjoy balling it out. I think today’s work is cause for a celebration. You up for a little trip?” Given my past I eyed him suspiciously, but he walked over, held me close to his body and soothingly said, “Don’t worry. I think you should come with me to New Orleans. You ever been? There’s a house there a friend of mine owns and well….I…think we should, um, need to go on down. Tonight. So go wash up, can’t have you dripping spooge on the leather seats of my rental and I’ll settle up with Curtis. Later that evening, in one of the largest houses in the Garden District of New Orleans, I was impaled on Billy’s monster dick. He was sitting on this antique, upholstered bench that was at the end of a big, fancy four-poster bed in a bedroom larger than some apartments. The moment we entered the house he told me to strip naked and he had kept me stuffed and wet since. I had my feet up on the bench to either side of him as he had his hands clamped behind my back holding me close, making sure I did not fall backwards. This was a total trust fuck for sure. I was grinding his dick side to side inside me, slowly rising up and settling back in, making Billy sigh and gasp and his head roll back and forth in sublime ecstasy. I had started to ride him faster, moaning as he got even deeper inside me if that was possible when the lights in the room flickered off – then on – then back off. A loud THUMP sounded from down the hall, followed by another, then another – it was footsteps! I panicked, Billy clenched his arms tight, holding me closer against his hot body, “It’s OK,” he said, “It’s OK.” Fuck if it was OK why was he shaking? THUMP – THUMP – THUMP – THUMP echoed off the exotic wooden floors, closer and closer and closer. “Don’t look,” Billy said as he squeezed all the air out of me, “Just listen.” THUMP – THUMP – THUMP – pause – whoever it was, they were right behind me now and the room got even darker like all light had fled in fear. Billy had put his head down, closed his eyes, and nestled into my shoulder. The entire room shook, the windows rattled, a booming voice felt like it busted my eardrums and split my head, “I AM THE DEACON.” I could not breathe, all air in the room had gone with the light. My insides clenched in knowing, fearing, something was not right, HE was not right. The booming voice continued, this time resonating to my bones, “I HAVE SEEN YOU. WATCHED YOU OFFER YOURSELF AS A SCARIFICE. YOU HAVE SERVED ME WELL SO FAR. YOU ARE MANY OF THE THINGS I NEED AND REQUIRE, BUT I AM STILL SEARCHING FOR THE ONE. THAT WILL BE YOUR TASK. TO TAKE ALL YOU HAVE LEARNED, KNOW, AND WILL UNDERSTAND IN THE YEARS TO COME TO FIND ME THE ONE – THE PRINCE DU SANG – HE OF MY BLOOD. THE ONE WHO WILL BE WHAT OTHERS CANNOT. WHO CAN TAKE WHAT OTHERS CANNOT. WHO WILL BECOME THE FOUNDATION OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER, THE GENESIS OF MY BLOOD’S STRAIN UPON THE POPULATION.” “YOU WILL SERVE ME IN THIS. HE WILL SERVE ME. I WILL FORGE YOU INTO WHO YOU MUST BE TO DO MY WORK AND ALL YOU NEED YOU SHALL HAVE.” I shifted my eyes to the right as a deeper darkness came into view, slightly back lit by the window on the wall. Where Billy was a monster of man – this man or whatever he was beside me – was a Titan. A god. Something unreal. Unnatural. I tried to scream as I felt his unworldly touch against my forehead and everything went bright white. Some hours later I opened my eyes to find Billy sitting on the side of the bed, a wet cloth in his hand, which he gently laid on my forehead. I tried to speak, but was so exhausted, and fell to sleep with Billy’s soft touch caressing me. Billy and I stayed at the house in New Orleans for several more weeks and I never returned to ROXIES. We did not talk about THE DEACON, or what happened, because we both knew, we both understood, we both served HIM. I noticed changes to my body from DEACON’S power and touch as I changed into the man he needed to me to be. The changes were small at first, but as summer approached, the speed of the changes seemed to increase and I always felt like my mind was buzzing with a thousand voices and my body felt like a teenager going into puberty with all the growth pains and awkwardness. My time with Billy was blissful, full of wild amazing sex with gangbangs, thug dick, homeless dick, and more. Billy still did his porno films in LA, but that only ever took a day or so where he would fly out can be back the next night. That August, we left the hot and humid hazy days of the New Orleans summer and flew to London – first class. I had been given a posh house, and because Billy had to return home, he hired a butler who was originally from Nigeria and had a dick almost as big as his and a houseboy/maid who was a short, skinny, Dutch guy who I quickly learned I enjoyed fucking the hell out of with my new, and improved, DEACON-granted dick that was much bigger than what I started with. House rules – I was the only one who got dick or ass. But London was not all about fun. The real reason I was there was for medical school. I had easily tested out all the undergraduate requirements and thanks to DEACON, would have my degree in record time. The changes DEACON made in me were not just physical, they were mental too. I also had all the money I could ever need and while DEACON did not speak to me again in person for some years, HE was always in my mind, guiding me. In time, my mornings began with the chorus of “Dr. Mike’s office, how may I help you?” I finished medical school, moved to Washington, DC, and quickly set up my own private practice. While I could have easily afforded the nicest office suite in the city, my work for DEACON required that I be accessible to the vulnerable populations so I could find – THE ONE. And so it began. 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I'd love a spit roast with Damien Crosse and Franceso D'Macho. Love the way Damien grunts.

OMG What Did I Do? Part IX I was finally getting that close up look at this guys huge cock. It was in my face and then I had the head of it in my mouth before I knew what I was doing. He was sucking my cock and ramming my big dildo in and out of my ass. He was pounding my hole hard and fast with that dildo and had me just floating away with the fantastic feelings he was causing. I tried to get more of his cock in my mouth but it was just so huge I could barely get a couple of inches past the head of it in me. I could feel myself getting harder and harder and was very close to cumming, when he all at once stopped sucking and grabbed the base of my cock with his free hand hard. It completely stopped the sensation and he just held on tight for a bit. I groaned around his cock and he then told me he didn't want me to cum yet, just keep edging a while and then make it a really good orgasm for me. I just wriggled around as he had not quit ramming my hole with his other hand with the dildo. I was going into overdrive more wanting to get off but loving the sensation also. After a few minutes, he started to lick my cock up and down. Then he eased it into his mouth a little at a time. He was driving me wild and I was sucking his cock and then would take it out of my mouth and lick all of it I could get to. This huge cock was magnificent. I had never seen nor felt anything like it before and was doing my best to just worship it. As I got it back in my mouth he suddenly pushed it in hard and basically gagged me hard. I was gasping but he was on top of me and I could do nothing and then he let up and I was able to get a gasp of air and then he did it again. He kept this up, alternating between almost choking my air off completely and then letting me have just a gasp of air. I was loving his attention to my cock and ass but was getting so little air I was getting a little dizzy from it. Then just when I didn't think I could take it much more he pulled his cock out of my mouth and at the same time pulled the dildo out of my ass. I arched my back involuntarily from the sensation of being empty and not wanting to be. As he tossed the dildo aside he then let go of my cock with his mouth, grabbed my legs and lifted them up and pulled my ass up from the blanket and then his mouth was clamped to my hole and his tongue went to work. He use his tongue to rub around and around my open hole and then would drive it into me. I was almost able to dump him off of me when he did that from jerking my entire body as he caused such a wild sensation of pleasure. Lucky for us both he was bigger than me and was able to hang on and kept on rimming me driving his tongue as deep as he could push it into me. As he did this he eased up off of me then and turned around and without getting his mouth off of my hole put my legs up over his shoulders and was then looking up at me. He lifted my ass up just enough that as I lifted my head up to look down there I was looking him right in the eyes as he kept rimming me. He was really driving me more and more crazy and then one of his hands took ahold of my cock and started to pump it. I don't think I had ever been this wild before and was basically driving my ass and cock at him for more. Then he broke off rimming me and his lips started up across my balls, stopping to suck each of them into his hot mouth for a bit. Then higher and took just the head of my cock into his heated mouth as he continued to pump my cock with his hand. Then he started kissing his way up my stomach to my chest and then back and forth kissing and nipping at my nipples for a while. I was getting close to cumming again as these sensations were just too much for me to handle. Then, as his kisses came up across my throat and then to my mouth I felt his cock hit my ass. I froze up some then. Wait, was I wanting to go all the way like this. The only cock that had been in me for a long time was my boyfriend's. Did I want to completely cheat on him. I was way over the line now, but this was too much, wasn't it? He must have felt me tense up though as his hand stroked me faster then and his tongue went deep into my mouth then in a very hot passionate kiss. He just rubbed his cock around my crack a little as I relaxed some thinking that was all he was going to do. His hand on my cock felt so good stroking away. I know I had never felt this much pleasure before and I could think of nothing else but my approaching orgasm. He broke the kiss off and looked me in the eyes as he told me I was fantastic and he loved the feelings of my body against his. His almost hypnotic voice had me just falling deeper and deeper into his eyes. I could tell I was about to cum when, again, he quit stroking my cock and grabbed the base of it hard. Again I groaned my frustration but he quickly started to stroke me again. My groan turned into moan of pleasure then and I felt a new pressure also. It then came to me that he had started pushing his cock into my hole. The head was already in. I had never felt so full and his cock just kept slipping further and further into my hot open ass. My eyes got very big but he just kept looking into them deeply and his voice kept telling me to relax and enjoy. I could not move. After, what seemed like an eternity, his cock stopped moving into me. I was finally able to move a little and reached down and felt my ass and his huge cock was buried completely in my hole. I could not believe it. That huge monster cock completely in me. I almost freaked out then, but his mouth came down on mine again and his tongue went deep into mine. He then started to pull back out with his cock until just the head of it was all that was left in me. He then pushed back in slowly and in and out like that oh so easy and slow. I was just moaning continually now from the intense feelings. I could feel that cock stretching me like nothing before had including my large dildo. It was more fantastic than anything ever before. In about 10 minutes of this he started to pick up the pace, faster and faster and harder and harder. He was driving every inch of his cock into me as deeply as he could. He pushed my legs up higher and higher until I was on my shoulders and my hole pointing straight up. He was pile driving my ass fast, hard and deep as it could go. My own cock was pointing straight into my face and only about 3 inches above it. He kept it going for a good 15 minutes more and then I could tell a difference in his breathing and knew he was getting close. My own cock was throbbing from his pummeling of my protate. I knew I was close to cumming again too. Then he leaned down a little and told me he was cumming and my own cock exploded right into my own mouth. As I felt his huge cum filling me up he then grinned and told me it was great to be able to fill my hole with his very high viral load of cum.

OMG What Did I Do? Part VIII Have to do a lot of thinking about what to do now. I definitely want to see, up close, and maybe even touch my online guy's huge cock, but to suck him? I am not sure I want to go that far. I love my boyfriend and we have never cheated on each other at all. This would be a big thing. I just can't seem to get that huge cock out of my mind though. What to do, what to do? I finally went to bed early as I was completely worn out from today and my mind going a million miles per hour. I barely felt my boy climb in bed when he got home from work. I did manage to roll over and give him a big hug and kiss, though, before my eyes closed again and I was out. That night I think I was dreaming all night long about huge cocks and gallons of cum flowing all over me. Woke up the next morning, a Saturday, with my love playing with my cock and ass. It felt wonderful. I turned to him with a huge smile and kissed him deeply and lovingly. We made love until past 10 AM. My hole was really feeling used and yet wonderful. I loved having it used and filled full of cum and my love always filled my hole good. We finally got out of bed and grabbed a snack as it was so late and we didn't feel like breakfast. My boyfriend headed to the den then as he had a lot of paperwork to catch up on from his busy week at work. I puttered around for a while and then got dressed in a jock strap, shorts and Tshirt and decided to go for a long walk and maybe a little running too. I grabbed my bag and out the door I went after planting a huge deep kiss on my boys lips. He told me to have fun and wished he could go to get some more exercise in, maybe tomorrow we could go together. I was half way to the trails when I remembered that THE guy might be there and then decided that he probably wasn't this late as yesterday had been fairly early in the morning. It was the only walking/running trail in town, so I didn't have much for options for my walk/run. I parked and grabbed my bag to put my shirt in as it was already getting pretty warm out. I opened the bag and found I had not emptied it from the day before and there was my huge dildo and my cock almost immediately got hard and my ass was twitching thinking about what had happened. I put my stuff in the bag and strapped it on and turned up the trail at a slow trot. As I approached the trail split I could not help but look up where I had been yesterday watching. I thought I saw a movement there and stopped to look. I was sure there was someone up there and now I even heard something from that direction. Curiosity got me then and I proceeded to sneak up the trail to see if I could see who was there. I moved a little to one side and soon could look into the little area there and almost fell over. There HE was, lying on a blanket, nude, but on his stomach so I could not see his cock again. I stayed still as possible, watching him and hoping he would turn over so I could see his huge dick and finally get over wanting to see it. I told myself that is all I really wanted is just to, one time see that magnificent monster, and I would be gone and not worry about it again. I stood there waiting and waiting. I was starting to get a little tired of the same position but was almost afraid to move for fear of making a noise and alerting him someone was watching. His head was turned away from me and he was almost but not quite full sideways to me. Then he moved and I held my breath. I was disappointed again as he turned onto his side now, but facing away from me and I still couldn't see. I was almost ready to scream. I decided it was time to try to back out of there as I didn't think I would ever get a look. I had just started to turn when a couple of guys came along the trail. I froze in place so they would not see me and watched them until they were out of sight. I was just getting ready to take a step when I heard THAT voice and it was right behind me. He was asking me why I didn't come and join him as he had been waiting most of the day now. I almost fell over from fright. I slowly turned and there he was about 2 feet from me but he had on jogging pants now so he was still covered although his cock seemed to be at least a little hard as there was starting to be a tenting in them almost down by his knee and a small wet spot there that had to be from his precum. I looked him up and down almost drooling and then looked him in the eyes as it dawned on me I was staring like a virgin or something. He then took a step and put his arm around me and started to escort me towards his blanket. My knees were almost like rubber and I could hardly look up as I kept looking at his cock under those sweats bouncing as we walked. My own cock was hard as it could possibly get. As we got to the blanket, he grabbed and helped me off with my bag, tossing it to the edge of the blanket. He then gently pushed me down saying to have a seat and get comfortable. I sat down and my eye level was pretty much looking directly at where the head of his cock was and it was very obvious now that it was getting harder and the wet spot was now a good 5" around from precum. I could do nothing but sit and stare. He then knelt down and asked if I wanted anything to drink. He told me he had tea or Cokes in his cooler. I opted for a can of Coke. He handed me one and grabbed one for himself also. We opened them and I took a quick sip to try and calm down. I finally was able to look up and he was smiling. He told me he just knew I would be back for that bj today. I stammered that I had thought he would be gone by now and was just taking a jog and walk for exercise. He smiled more and told me it was probably in the back of my mind and that is why I came up there. I decided it would do no good to argue the point, besides, maybe I had subconsciously thought he might still be waiting. He reached out and started to rub my leg, telling me he loved the taste of my cock and cum from yesterday and really wanted more of it. His hand went higher up my thigh and then into my crotch and grabbed my hard cock which also was leaving a huge wet spot on the front of my shorts from precum. He pulled my shorts away from my body and ran his other hand over my stomach and down and into my short rubbing my hardon through the jock material. I was almost ready to blow my load right then. He let go then and pushed me over onto my back and started to pull my shorts off of me. I lifted my ass up and then he all at once grabbed my jock strap and pulled it down and off too with my shorts. He then pushed my shirt up and I lifted up and helped pull it off over my head and then kicked off my shoes and socks and was then naked laying there. He sorted of whistled and then his head came down onto one of my nipples and started to nibble and lick it and then across to the other one. While he was doing that one of his hands was caressing my neck and head and the other one was rubbing my legs from my knees to my crotch but not touching my cock. He was driving me wild again. Then he looked up at me and asked if I had my dildo with me. I nodded and looked at my bag. He reached over me and got it and unzipped it and took out my huge dildo and then found my lube also and brought them over and laid them beside me. He then continued to lick my nipples some more and then very gently started to kiss his way up till he got to my mouth and then kissed me and I returned the kiss and then his tongue was in my mouth and I was sucking on it and our kisses got hotter and hotter. I felt like I was burning up we were getting so hot. Then he broke off the kiss and started kissing downward, lower and lower again, stopping to kiss and suck each nipple again and then downward again to by stomach and then down lower until I felt his nose bump into the head of my cock. It twitched then and again I thought I was going to blow my load but he moved away a bit then. He continued downward clear to one knee and then kissed his way back upwards on my other leg till he was again at my cock. I was almost delirious. The pleasures going through my body were out of control. I had no idea of anything by his lips burning and caressing my body. Then he opened his mouth and took in the head of my cock. He kind of just stayed like that for a bit, driving me crazier wanting him to take the whole thing in and devour my meat. An eternity went by then and finally I felt my cock slowly entering deeper into his mouth until the whole thing was in and his chin was bumping my balls. He held still again and the ever so easy he let my cock loose until only the head was still inside his mouth and then down went his head again and back up and down. My cock was throbbing and I had no idea what was keeping it from erupting but I did not want it to yet as I wanted this fantastic feeling to never end at all. The heat of his mouth was almost unbearable and was driving me on and on and on into a place I had no idea about before, only that it was marvelous and I never wanted it to end. Then he all at once let my cock rest with just the head in his mouth and was moving about some. He then turned around and FINALLY I got to see his huge cock and it was right in my face. It was very definitely a good 11" long for sure. I was in a daze as I reached out for it and then found out how truly big around it was too. My hands came to within about an inch of getting around a beer can but I was a good three inches short of reaching around this monster. I was shaking so badly I thought I would fall apart at any moment. I gently ran my hand up and down that magnificent beauty of a cock. I faintly heard a groan come from him and then his mouth was back on my cock again. I almost jumped into the air when his lips engulfed my dick. I regained a little composure and started to examine this huge monster I had my hands on. As he was sucking my cock so good again, I felt his hands on my ass then. He had grabbed the lube and my dildo and was lubing me up too. He then pushed my dildo into me until it was buried in my hole deep as it could go. He then started to ram it in and out of me like he had the day before while sucking me with renewed vigor. I could not help myself then and opened my mouth up and all I could get in was just the head of his huge cock. The taste of his cock and his precum were fantastic and I started to suck for all I was worth. I was beyond caring at this point and did not even think of my boy as I was in another world completely.

Part VI I arrived at the park quite early and didn't seem to be anyone around the area at all yet. It was already a nice day out. I walked up the trail a bit looking for a good hideout and watch spot. Needed to be well hidden but also have a clear view of the trail and yet not a long ways off either as I did not think to bring binoculars until I got there. I thought of that and it would have been a lot safer even as I could really get a ways away and still watch good. It took me about a half an hour of looking to find what I thought was a good spot. Only about 10 yards off of the trail but well concealed by bushes and brush but also open enough to see well and it was where the main trail split into two so if he turned off I would still see him. I thought this is an ideal spot. I settled in and put my bag down and laid out a blanket I had brought with me and sprayed the area for bugs too. Would hate to be flailing at bugs when he came by and caught me like that. LOL I brought along a book and settled down to read and watch the trail and see who would come by and hoped this was a good day for him and I would finally get to see that huge 11" cock even if it would probably not be hard while walking along. I was sure hoping he stayed fairly well hung while limp as many would be 'growers' and look smaller so hope he was a 'shower' as well has huge. Soon I could hear someone coming and a guy came around the slight bend in the trail, but I was somewhat disappointed it was not THE guy. I took a look anyway and was pleasantly surprised a little as this guy had a pretty damn nice cock of his own. Wasn't hard but seemed to be up at least a little and looked like when up it could probably be a good 7" or a little over. Very nice I thought. He went on up the trail and it was only just a few minutes until I heard another guy coming. I was definitely surprised this time as he wasn't hard but seemed to be up some also and looked to be a bit larger than the first guy that came by. I thought, this could be a good day, at least for looking. It was starting to warm up too, so I thought, what the heck, I am well hidden, and took off my shorts and shirt and just sat back down in my jock. I had barely sat down when another guy was coming along. This guy seemed to be stroking his cock as he walked along. Very cool is all I could think of and wow, his cock definitely looked to be a good 9" long. This was really getting good I thought. That guy barely got out of sight when another one came along and this time my mouth dropped open for sure. Crazy day or what? This guy definitely was hard and looked as long as the last guy but huge around like a beer can. My mouth dropped open and all I could do was stare. As he got out of sight, I found that without thinking I had three fingers up my own butt. I was really turned on by this. This was even better in some ways than my computer where all I could see were cocks a long ways away from me. I grabbed my dildo and decided I just had to play some as I was really getting turned on by this display of cocks and my ass needed more play for sure. As I started to play by rubbing my dildo on my hole. I grabbed my lube and then rubbed a lot on the dildo and just as I was rubbing lube on and in my hole I heard another someone coming. It dawned on me that it was coming from the other direction though. I turned my head to look and the last two guys came walking down the trail together and stroking each others cocks as they walked slowly along. They got basically right in front of me and stopped for a bit and were really making out hot and heavy for a bit and I thought for sure they were going to fuck right there. Then they finally broke apart a little and walked on down the trail again. I found that again, without thinking, had my entire huge dildo buried completely in my hole and hadn't even known I had done. My hole was on fire and needing attention badly after that display. I laid down on my blanket on my back then and raised my legs up and grabbed my dildo with both hands and started ramming it in and out of my ass. God, those two guys were hot. I thought of both of those cocks doing me and then thought, what the hell, all 4 of the guys that had gone by, one after the other after the other. My cock was standing at attention for sure as I rammed my dildo into my ass faster and faster with both hands. I was so hot I could have lit a campfire, I think, with the heat I was generating. My cock was tingling and I could tell I was getting close to cumming without touching it. I had my eyes closed and then I thought of THE guy and his huge cock and hoped he didn't come by for a little bit yet as I would miss him for sure as I could not stop now. Then I felt it, not my orgasm, but a hand touching my cock and both of mine were still on my dildo. Before I could open my eyes another hand gently covered my eyes and THE voice told me to just lay still for a bit. I almost shot my load when I heard this voice. Then I felt what had to be his lips cover the head of my cock and ever so slowly my cock slipped deeper and deeper into his mouth until I felt his chin resting on my stomach. It was exquisite and all I could do to not shoot my load immediately and he seemed to sense it and eased up a little and then his hand squeezed the base of my cock to slow the feelings down a ways. Then he took it all in again and then let my cock out until just the head was encased in him and I could feel his lips so soft against the underside of the head of my cock. Fantastic. Again his head went down slowly engulfing my cock anew. Torture but oh so fine. I reached my hand out trying to get ahold of his cock but he pushed my hand up until I felt a nipple. I stroked it and pinched it and pulled on it and he was moaning in pleasure, or maybe it was me. Oh what feelings. Then I felt him take ahold of my dildo which I had almost forgotten about and started to stroke it in me in time to his mouth on my cock, in and out and in and out, oh so slowly and tantalizing. The he got faster and harder with the dildo, ramming me even faster and harder than I could do myself and his mouth sucking furiously on my cock. Then it was happening, my ass started to twitch and my cock erupted in a huge orgasm and splash after splash of cum was going down his throat. It was so intense I almost passed out and then, no more. As I came down from my high, I opened my eyes and he was just going out of sight over the hill. He stopped just for a moment and turned and waved and finally I got to see his cock and even from a distance of about 50 ft. I could tell how really huge it was. WOW I started to get up and yell for him to stop, but was just too slow and weak from my own orgasm and he was gone again. DAMN, I wanted to at least touch that cock now that I had seen it. Just too far away. Damn, damn, damn. What a tease.

OMG What Did I Do? Part IV My ass is still tingling from the abuse I gave it last night while online with a guy that is supposed to have a huge cock. I have not seen it yet, but last night I finally got a glimpse of the head of it. Seemed to be much bigger around than my boys and his is as big around as my wrist. I just want to see it once and I am sure I will cum on the spot. The guy has an extremely sexy muscled body and face and his voice has just the right inflection to make his every word my command. I am basically his to command when he talks and find myself just obeying him and losing concentration on trying to get a look at his cock. He had me so worked up last night that my own cock spurted like a cannon clear over my head, but some landed on my face and into my eyes. When I was blinking and trying to clear my sight is when he apparently lowered his camera to his cock but by the time I could see he raised it back up and I only caught the glimmer of it. My boyfriend has a large cock but this guy claims to have one 11" and from the quick look I got it has to be bigger around than by boys too. I want to see it badly. My ass just tingles thinking about it as it may be bigger yet than my dildo I have which is bigger than normal also. I sent him a message this morning before work telling him I really want to see his cock. I told him it is about all I think about now and especially when playing with my ass with that dildo. I am hoping he will let me see it next time online. Well, work finally over for the day. I have not had a productive day as I could not stop thinking about that little peek I got of my online guy's cock last night. I am hoping he is online again tonight and will let me see it this time. I get home and there is a message from him. My fingers are shaking as I click into my site to read it. He says, "Hi, got your message and am glad I am driving you nuts with want. LOL I love to tease guys wanting to see my cock. I guarantee you it is every bit as large as I say it is. I love stroking it as I tell you what to do to yourself in my name and pretending it is my cock pounding your hole like you want it. What you don't know, because I don't post it, is that I only live about a mile from you. Know that little park on the south side of town, The Lion Park. I live right by it and go walking in it almost every day when it is nice out. When I get to some of the back trails in there I also strip naked and walk in the fresh air. You should try it sometime. You need a little more fresh air and some sun. Oh, I know exactly where you live too. LOL Your boyfriend looks hot too and can see why you are together. Make a great looking couple. " That was all there was and he was not online now. Would he come on later? I sure hoped so. Now I had a bunch of questions to ask. Seems he knows us and I cannot for the life of me remember seeing him before until online. I knew the park he was talking about too, kind of mostly used by guys only to meet up. Maybe I should get over there and find a hiding place and hope he walks by nude to get a look at his cock. I will have to think about that. My boy just texted that he is off early again finally and I am going to rape the hell out of him when he gets here for sure. I am just all excited about a big cock pounding my hole and need my boy quick.

After we came up from the dark basement I asked from my Norwegian friend his permission to go to the bathroom where I emptied my ass from the chem piss and the cum Then cleaned myself a bit. I was still buzzing from the earlier slam… in a good way… He was waiting for me at the same spot where we first met with two bottles of beer. He had bought the drinks… How nice of him. “Drink… it is not water but it is good enough” he said. “Beer is just fine….Thank you ” “Your name?” he asked. I told him. He didn’t say his… “You will call me Sir”. “Yes sir” it is all that I said. “You live here?” “No Sir, I am here for three days… I am a sex tourist… I travel for only one reason… to get fucked…” “So was it any worth spending your money in hotels and plane tickets so far?” “No major complaints Sir… in fact you were my first for tonight and the best…” “You want more cocks?” “I am a cumdump Sir, I want cum… From you, from others… from anyone… But I really like your company… In fact I like everything on you Sir… And I guess I am too bold to say this but I guess it is the Tina that talks … and the beer”. I felt my face blushing… “You are too smart for a cumdump….” he said and drank some more of his beer… “Is that a problem Sir?” I started feel uneasy… “No, it is good, as long as you know your place, you show me respect… and you talk less… Are you still thirsty?” he saw my empty now bottle… “Yes, Sir… I know my place and yes, Sir I am still thirsty…” “Kneel!” I looked him in the eye… Blue and grey eyes… Devils’ eyes… Mephistopheles’s kind of eyes… That was a test or what… The time has stopped… I knew my place… I kneeled… My mouth on the height of his zipper… He took his heavy thick uncut cock out and put in my mouth… I tasted my ass juices and piss… and some soap somewhere behind the foreskin… My mouth was full… I felt his piss down my throat… Damn I was thirsty indeed…. Didn’t care about the men watching me… My whole “me” was in the right spot… I wouldn’t change it for anything. Kneeling in front this Viking giant, drinking his nectar, submitting my will to his needs. What a view… Him standing above me…. I felt the envy of the other patrons… In fact I felt proud. Proud to be his whore… I felt the last of his drops. I was ready to stand up when I felt his hand on my shoulder… Two more pair of feet in front of me… Another cock… A black one this time… A 60 year old leather man… Big bush of mustache… and a cock in hand… Soft… but at least an 8 incher… “Drink” My Viking ordered… And I did… I drank and drank… until he was done… I felt a tap on my head…. He said something that it had to be close to the “Good boy”… and before having time to re-adjust my knees… another cock was in front of my lips… Another man… another cock… 45 chubby black hair… hairy and with the thickest cock I ever saw…. I took my man’s silent permission… He nodded his head encouraging me drink… this time the taste of the piss was bitter… I was not to complain… I was in piss fag’s heaven… And once again I didn’t let any drop get wasted… Yes… Sir, was proud of me… He helped me get up… And then he kissed…. I felt his tongue entering my mouth… He tasted the other men’s piss … and kissing me he was telling me in his own way that it is Ok to be a piss fag… a whore… and a slam cumdump… because that was exactly what he wanted me to be… “Thank you Sir” I said…. He looked at me … these Blue and Grey eyes again… and somehow the whole energy changed… my eyes became watery… tears watery… Not many times I find someone to allow me to see the real depth of his eyes… He did… and then I knew that I was so transparent… I could see my loneliness, my strength, my Erebus…. the deepest dark in me… so deep that it was almost comfortable… Nothing better to embrace the darkness and find a pair of Blue and Grey eyes to say to you that sometimes there is tenderness in the shadows… “It is time for your second slam… Go down to the sling.. make your self comfortable… I am going to fix the point and I will be down in a few minutes… Spread your legs and take this…” He gave me his blue handkerchief. “This time I want you blindfolded… Now go… “ And I went… Shadows of men wandering back and forth back and forth… My kind of men… My tribe… I took my jeans off… Kept my leather vest… Took my poppers out from my sock and I laid on the sling.. Put the blindfold like I was told to… and I waited…. When you do not see… when you feel exposed and offering your hole to men that you do not see or care how they look like… when you are becoming the whore your are destined to be… a cum hole … a nothing… a true cumdump… then and only then you feel the real strength… the reason behind all this hunger… then and only then you become invincible… I heard footsteps they stopped… someone felt my hole… there was some lube spread… and then a finger… It burnt…. A booty bump… and then a cock head… not my Viking’s cockhead… It was a slow fucking… More steps… Another cock… this time a cut cock… placed in my mouth… two cocks in two holes…. No faces… no talk… Sound of poppers… the man I was sucking gave me some… and then continued fucking my throat…. I was start losing my self… Nice… and then more steps… I recognized his walk… Next to me… he took my arm… a tourniquet around … he found the vein easily.. a wet cotton… and then a prick… How smooth his push of Tina in my bloodstream… took the tourniquet off and then bam…. The cough came… it was stronger this time…. I started to float… “Thank you “ it is all I said…. And I went back to the cock sucking… The man who was fucking me started to speed up…. And he gave it to me… with a howling…. And stayed till he found his breath… and then went… My Viking put his finger in my cummy hole and gave it to me to taste it… the man I was sucking took his place… More poppers… for him and for me… It didn’t last long… He came hard… and then came back to my mouth to clean him… I did… What a tasty cock… and then left… I heard the sound of the tourniquet… My Vikkng was ready to slam himself…. I heard all of his preparations. I felt his concentration in the dark… He put his cock in me… and then he pushed the point… took it off and coughed… How nice to feel your man in your ass the moment he is losing himself… He started to fuck… yes… That was a real fuck… sliding in my already cummy ass… I was his slam whore… That was all what I was… I was a cumdump the last level of a whore… But at that very moment I knew I was the strongest of all…. I was the chosen one… He was fucking me for at least an hour… he came in me twice… and pissed in me once more… I was hearing steps coming and go… some of them put their cocks in my ass… a couple of them pissed on me… But the never claimed my ass from him…. They knew that something specially was happening between me and Him… And the hunters know to respect when something extraordinary happens…. When we went back to the bar we were both with the smile… One more round of beers… I bought them this time… Not much talk… Just happy and comfortable… his finger in my cummy hole while he was drinking his beer… I knew things were coming to an end… The dawn was close… He read my mind…. “You are not going anywhere” he said… “You are coming with me… “ “To Where?” I asked… My place to fix some more points and then to the sauna…. “Yes Sir”… “Mephistopheles is still horny” he said and smiled… Damn … these Blue and Grey eyes… how I could resist…. I went to take my coat and off the Bar we went… Almost morning…

LOVE putting on a show at the bath house... I love when a group of guys take turns on me on the fuck bench or the public sling at steamworks.

Carrying Bobby back to the room I was amazed at how light the little guy is. I still can’t believe that he is 22 but as he is willing to be my little brother or my little boy I don’t really care how old he is as long as he doesn’t mind staying a boy. I have always been attracted to younger guys but wouldn’t go near a minor and that first day I met Bobby I knew he was the boy for me. He looks so peaceful in my arms yet just minutes ago he got the most brutal fuck I ever gave anyone and he went from being the hole I was destroying to his innocent self so quickly almost like he never stopped being innocent even while I was knocking him up. Wow, I hope he never loses that ability. I plan on doing everything I’ve dreamed about to him and he so far has shown that he is willing but soon we will see what he thinks of me letting other men use his little body. I set him down in order to open the door and as I was opening it one of the guys that held him down on the picnic table walked up to him and asked if we wanted company. As the guy spoke Bobby was staring at the guys erect and dripping nine inch boywrecker and said, “It’s up to my Daddy” and then looked up and smiled at me so I knew he wanted it and I told the guy that we had some party prep needs first and the guy said he’d grab his kit and I told him to give us a couple of minutes then to join us. We went in the room and I said to Bobby, “Looks like you have decided already you want other guys to use your body” “I never thought about it before but when you told me I would need more cock I believed you and once I saw his cock I wanted it so bad and since he was nice enough to hold me while you took me I thought maybe you’d hold me while he does me.” I pulled Bobby into my chest and kissed him as I stuck in a finger in his pussy which caused him to moan into my mouth and got me to kiss him rougher and I started shoving two fingers and he just moaned even more. The rougher I got the more he moaned so I asked, “Bobby, do you want this guy to be really rough on your body?” “Oh yes Daddy, I don’t want him to make love to me as I only want that from you, I want him to just take me, rape me, hurt me and I want to try to fight him off so you could hold me while he hurts me more. The ministers were right, men will hurt me, and I’ve dreamed about this day for most of my life and I want men to just use me as they want to.” “Well, I am sure he is very willing to rape your new boypussy until you are screaming. Are you ready to get higher now too? “Yeah I want everything from you but I want to be able to remember this first guy who uses me” “I will give you enough to make you want everything and more but not enough that you’ll blank out” The guy knocked and when I opened the door I saw he had more than just his kit as he had a big gym bag. He entered and I closed the door behind him as he held up his bag and said I brought some toys if you feel like using them on the boy. This perked Bobby right up and he said “I love playing with toys” which caused me and the guy to laugh. I put my arm around Bobby and said to the guy this here is my boy Bobby and I’m Stephen, and then Jim introduced himself and commented that it didn’t look like we partied yet and he was wondering if there may have been mis-communication. I told him that today was not only the first fuck for Bobby but also he took his first booty bump but now he is going to feel a rush and I thought it best to wait for you so that you didn’t knock while I was slamming him. Hearing that, Jim pulled out his kit and unzippered it showing four points ready to go. “Let’s get him tweaked then!” “Thanks but I want to start easy with him” I told Jim, and he replied “That's good as I don’t do it often and my points are all only .3”. That is more than I thought about giving Bobby but not so much as to make his memory cloudy so I told Bobby “This will be strong enough for you to feel awesome but you’ll remember this night for a long time.” Although I hoped Jim was honest about the dose. Jim then reached into his bag and pulled out a little league baseball cap and put it on Bobby’s head and said “Perfect” and turned to me and asked if I wanted to do the boy while he enjoyed the rush and I said no I want you to rim Bobby first as I make sure he’s ok and then when he tells us he is ready you can take him and then I’ll slam myself as I watch you two. I had Bobby sit up on the bed as I put the tourniquet on him and told him what to expect and not to be scared. “Daddy, I don’t think I will ever be scared again, at least not when I am with you” “Good boy, now hold still", as Jim handed me an alcohol wipe and he cleaned his arm as I did Bobby’s and then Jim handed me a point. Finding a vein on Bobby's pure white flawless arms was easy and within a moment I got the flash and as I loosened the tourniquet a little, I told Bobby, “Time to fly” as I started slowly pushing the plunger in and then Bobby whispered “Daddy, I love you”. I removed the point and tourniquet and held Bobby’s arm up as I held a cotton pad over the injection site. Bobby’s face went from a confused look to a surprised/worried look then he coughed twice and the calm peaceful smile came back and he started to lean back so I let down his arm and he laid down and smiled at me. We heard Jim cough also and a moment later he got on the bed and asked if everything was good and Bobby looked at him and said “It will be good once you start using me” which got me to laugh again but Jim said nothing just lifted Bobby legs and actually bent him almost in half as he started to lick all around Bobby’s hole. Bobby gasped with the feelings going through him and told me that he felt so fucking good, and I told him to enjoy it and let me slam myself so I could join him. Jim started to get his tongue inside and Bobby’s mouth was wide open as if he was trying to gasp or moan in pleasure. I slammed myself and then laid down next to Bobby and made out with him for a couple of minutes until Bobby said “Daddy this feels so good but shouldn't my boypussy be hurt too”. Jim hearing that stopped eating Bobby’s hole and looked at me and I told him “Jim, I think you should rape Bobby and make his boypussy sore.” Jim told Bobby “I will rape and punish your boypussy and you can scream all you want but I will not stop even when you beg. Your Daddy will tell me when you had enough and I am not stopping until then.” Then Jim asked me “should I pull out and shoot all over him?” and again Bobby beat me to the reply and said “I do not waste cum so you must shoot it in my bum, I mean my boypussy, or my mouth”. Jim then looked at me as he tapped his highly stylized biohazard tattoo that I hadn’t even recognized and when I nodded ok to him he exclaimed, “Boy your pussy is getting wrecked tonight but first it needs a warm up” as he lifted Bobby’s legs high and started to spank his perfectly smooth white ass and it didn’t take long before he had it red and Bobby started to tear up a little which satisfied Jim and he lowered Bobby’s legs onto his shoulders and without saying anything plunged into Bobby completely and much rougher than I would have and as Bobby screamed I covered his mouth with mine and made out with him as he continued to scream into my mouth.

Part 4 I yanked the plug out of Bobby’s ass and squirted some lube into him and since he pushed back on to my fingers I knew the fun was about to begin. As we walked towards the sauna room I noticed he didn’t look shy and nervous walking around in just the jockstrap and when I lowered my arm to his ass and pushed a finger inside he leaned into me and purred telling me he liked it, wanted it and didn’t care who knew. We entered the sauna room and I held his hand and led him to a bench as the steam was thick enough at first to make seeing difficult. Within a minute the steam either lessened or we got adjusted to it and could now see other men in the room. Bobby was staring at another young guy that was on his knees blowing a much older man and as we watched the boy then moved to the next guy and started sucking him. I told Bobby he should get on his knees and suck me too and without a word he got up and dropped to his knees and started his new life. The older guy that the other kid was first blowing got up and sat next to me and I knew immediately that he wanted to try my boy’s mouth and I wasn’t about to disappoint him so I told grabbed Bobby’s head and guided it to the guys thin but long cock and pulled Bobby onto it. The guy leaned back and moaned and mumbled something about how good his mouth felt. I let him enjoy Bobby’s mouth for a few minutes but then moved Bobby’s head back to my cock. The guy got up and left and I leaned back and enjoyed Bobby discovering his cocksucking talent but it wasn’t really his mouth I was interested in tonight and soon I pulled him up onto my lap facing me so we could kiss and I could finger his cherry hole. He moaned into my mouth as I slid my finger in and wiggled it around inside him. This went on for a about ten minutes as I moved up to three fingers and the hunger in his ass was starting to overwhelm him and he was quietly begging me saying, “please, please, Daddy, please”. I removed my fingers and said it was time to walk around. I wanted the first time to be in front of a larger audience and I knew this place had a great room with slings, benches, and even a picnic table for guys to get fucked on and I wanted the table as that was the most visible spot. And as usual it wasn’t being used because most bottoms wanted the more comfortable slings or the padded fucking/spanking benches. I picked Bobby up and sat him down on the edge of the table and told him that now and here he was going to lose his cherry. Several of the guys heard me and moved over towards the picnic table. I laid Bobby down and lifted his legs and as I lined up my cock I saw at least a dozen guys watching as I entered Bobby. “Bobby”, I said as I firmly pushed into his very tight and extremely hot ass, “with all of these horny men watching you are no longer a scared little virgin boy but instead you are a hungry pussyboy”. As I said that I pushed fully inside him and just as when we were in the room his hard little cock shot forth its load as he screamed out, “Yes, Yes, Daddy, Yes” over and over again at least twenty times he repeated it and as he finished I told him “Bobby, these men just saw you shoot your little balls off when I called you a pussyboy and they all know that without any doubt that you are a true pussyboy and need man cock in your boypussy as much as possible and now you know it too” and Bobby said “Yes, Yes, Daddy, I am your pussyboy!” “Good boy, Bobby, now in front of these men I want you to tell me if you want me to make love to you or do you need me to fuck your boypussy so hard that you’ll cry in pain and then fill you with my seed and make you my boy forever.” “Daddy, please fuck me as hard as you can and make me feel it in every cell of my body and then change those cells by filling me with your seed so that I will be your boy forever” At that I leaned down and kissed Bobby and told him I loved him very much and that I was going to fuck him and he would never forget it and that my seed was going to forever change him and he is mine forever. Then I pulled out and plunged in and brutally fucked him like I have never done to any boy before. He started screaming and I had a couple of the guys hold him down as I rammed him over and over again. One of the guys told him that he should let go and feel the pain and let it take him over because as a pussyboy this was what it was about, giving yourself to a man and letting him use you as hard as he can because this is what you want and need. I didn’t think Bobby could actually hear let alone comprehend what the guy said but then Bobby told the guy that it hurt so much but he would take everything his Daddy could give him and that sent me over the top and I yelled to Bobby and the entire world that I will cumming in him and that he is now mine forever. Then I collapsed on top of Bobby and he wrapped his arms around me and cried how much he loved me. We staying like that for just a minute and then I got up and thanked the guys for watching Bobby lose his fears and become my boy. Then I carried Bobby back to the room with the plan of resting a bit before I sent him flying and watched him take loads from men the rest of the night.

Staying a Boy Part 2 Holding my hand he led me back to my bedroom and took a tank top out of one of the Macy’s bags and put it on me. It was a bit small and while not tight on my chest was quite short and stopped about an inch above my jeans which was not something I would ever have worn and then he put a baseball cap on me and he stepped back and smiled and said I looked perfect. I smiled and felt happier than I ever have before and he saw my smile and asked if this felt right and I told him “I have never been so happy before, Stephen”, he frowned and I quickly said “I mean, Daddy, I am so happy Daddy”. He told me I should leave my stuff here but for the rest of the trip I would be staying in his room, hearing that sent a shiver through me that felt almost like I was going to orgasm and my legs started to collapse and he grabbed me as I was falling and looking right into my eyes and told me that he was so happy too and that he was going to keep me a very happy little boy and kissed me gently on the lips. As we were leaving the room I saw myself in the mirror and was shocked to see the same little boy I was when I was in sixth grade, the tank top and cap made me look even younger which is why I never would wear them but now I liked how I looked and wondered what else was in store for me but instead of my normal fear and nervousness I only felt the wonder that I did when I was little and was going to experience something new. As we walked down the street I could feel guys staring at me and worried that they thought I looked silly but when Stephen/Daddy leaned over and told me he better get me off the street soon as every guy was drooling and if I was alone I’d probably be raped in minutes which made me giggle, wait did I just giggle, I haven’t giggled since I was a little kid but then Daddy tickled my side making me giggle again and I no longer cared who saw. He pointed to the bathhouse when we were across the street but said we were going to grab a snack first and entered a quiet coffee shop where he ordered a coffee and biscotti for himself and told the waitress that his little boy would have a bottle of apple juice and a donut covered in sprinkles. When she walked away he asked how it felt to be called his little boy in public and I said I sort of liked it. He slid his hand across my jeans and as he felt my hard boy cock he said I think you more than liked it, didn’t you? I moaned as I nodded and then said a bit too loud, “Yes, Daddy I liked it a lot” and he pulled me into his chest and hugged me. As the waitress approached with our order I started to move but he held me tight and as she walked away he told me that I should never be ashamed that I was his little boy and that he wanted everyone to know that I was his which again made me shiver. As we ate our snack he told me that before we went across the street we needed to discuss a few things. He said that the booty bump he gave me lowered my inhibitions and made my ass hungry but I was still in full control of my thoughts and he asked if I wanted to go with him to the bathhouse and I said Yes and he asked if I knew what would happen and I said that he would inject me with more of those crystals and he would fuck me. He asked if I expected anything else and I told him I didn’t know. This is why we need to talk first and he continued by telling me that if I went with him that he would get a private room and then yes he would slam more chems into me and he would fuck me and breed me while we were in the room, he asked if that was ok so far and I quietly said Yes, Daddy and he then said that next he would take me out to the pool area and fuck and breed me again but this time in front of people and would that be ok and I again said Yes Daddy, he said then we could relax some but that next he would slam be even higher and I may not even remember what happens so I needed to agree first that I wanted him to bring me to the sling room and there in front of more men he would fuck and breed me and that once he came in me for the third time he would let all the other men fuck and breed me too. That shocked me and I asked why he wanted other men to fuck me and he said that since I was a virgin little boy I didn’t know it yet but once I was slammed and my ass was bred by him it would need to be bred a lot and he wouldn’t deny what his little boy needed so he would have every man there fuck me if he could get them too. I realized I had so much to learn and thought how foolish I was thinking he wanted men to fuck me but that instead he knew I needed it and therefore he would let them so I again said Yes, Daddy I wanted that too. He had told me that when the trip was over I could decide then to continue to be his little boy or not but now he said that if we went to the bathhouse together that I needed to decide now what I wanted. He said that if I wanted to be his little boy that I would move into his house and that he would forever be my Daddy and I was forever going to be his little boy and that I would be giving up being an adult who could make decisions for myself and would instead be his little boy and he could do anything and everything he wanted to me and I should expect him to do many things to me. He said to think about it for a minute as he went to the bathroom. When he returned he picked me up and put me on his lap and held me for a minute and asked if I thought about what he said and I nodded and he said there is a little more I want you to know first and then told me that he was HIV positive and some of the other men that would fuck me would be too and if I was his boy that I would eventually become pozzed and did I know what that meant and I nodded yes and started to get scared again and shook but he held me tighter. He then finished by telling me that he would have all hair on my body (what little there was) permanently removed and that if I said yes that I was saying yes to staying a boy forever but not just a boy I would be his little boy and then he said it was time to decide and it was quiet for a few seconds until I started crying and he held me tight and said it’s ok Bobby we can wait until later to do this. I wiped my face and said, “No Daddy, I’m not crying because I am scared but because I am no longer scared. I am your little boy and you are my Daddy and I finally have found what is right and I want you to do everything you said”. Just then the waitress came over and asked if everything was alright and I stood up and held my Daddy’s hand and told her that everything was perfect and then turned to Daddy and said “Daddy can we go get started now” and he smiled as he got up and we walked out the door together and crossed the street.

4. Jason I lay in waiting for the fourth and last guy, in the dim room. The other three had been almost back-to-back, coming in as soon as the earlier one had left. This pause was unexpected, but not unwelcome. I was lying on my stomach, trying my best to keep all of the sperm donations inside of me. In the dark and lonely room, each drop of spooge felt like a precious gift and I wanted all of them to stay inside me. The door cracked open slightly, and I thought it was the last man entering. But the door didn't open any further. "It's me," Nathan said, through the mostly closed door. "Are you ok in there?" Nathan asked me. "Yeah, I'm good. Very good," I said. I was warm and happy, the drugs had put me in a good mood, and the long, intimate fucks had put me in an even better mood. "Just need a cock in my hole again," I said. He laughed. "Well, if you need it, there should is a toy or two in the night stand. Michael is a bit late; I'll let you rest while we wait. Or you can play, if you want." He closed the door; I hadn't even gotten to see Nathan's face. I lay there, trying not to think about anything in particular. But Nathan had put the idea in my mind, and before long, all I could think about was having a toy up my ass. I scrambled to the side of the bed, staying on my stomach in order to not to lose any of the cum. I opened the drawer. Like Nathan had said, there were a few dildos and butt plugs in the drawer. I pulled out one of the smaller, thinner vibrators. Before I realized what I was doing, I had it on, and was reaching back to rub the tip along my well-used hole. It didn't take much effort for it to slide in. I was already well lubricated, and the vibration of the toy easily cut through any remaining resistance. Nor did it take long for me to find the perfect spot for it. That spot was deep enough to help massage the semen into my ass, but also positioned just right to target my prostate. Despite all of the drugs I had done, under the stimulation, my cock started to stir once more beneath me. I was enjoying the sensation of the jizz getting worked into me so much that I knew if I continued the play I'd be shooting my load far sooner than I had planned. But, after a few minutes of working that vibrator in and out of my hole, I was rescued by the sound of the doorbell. It would be the last man of the afternoon. I eased the toy out of my hole, clenching my ass around it so as not to loose a single drop of the many men's sperm donations. Just as I was getting the last bit out, there was a knock on the door. "Ready?" Nathan asked. "Of course," I said, rolling over onto my back. Before the door fully opened, I noticed a wet spot on the bed where my cock had been dripping pre-cum. But, before I could do anything about it, the last man of the day walked in. He was a little older than the other three guys, probably in his late forties. He was taller, about 6'2, and thin. He had short-cropped hair, with a goatee as well. Both of them were dark, flecked with grey. He had a white t-shirt on and jeans; his hairy arms showed a few tattoos. When he walked in, I quickly read his t-shirt. It said, "If it's not rape, it's not fun." On someone else, it might have been funny, but on him, it was menacing, almost scary. I knew instinctively that he believed it. My cock twitched in unknowing excitement and anticipation. "This the faggot?" he sneered. "Yeah. He's Jason," Nathan answered. "He's new at this. Go easy on him." "You know how I roll," he answered. "Yeah, I do," Nathan said. "That's why I'm telling you to go easy on him. And that's why I'm worried." He slowly shut the door and then it was just the two of us, alone. I said, "I'm Jason," as he walked to the bed. "Yeah, faggot, I heard." He dropped a small backpack next to the bed. "I'm Michael. But you can call me Sir." "Yes Sir," I answered. With him closer to me, I could smell the aggression and masculinity pouring off his body. It was just one more drug for me, and even against some instinct for self-preservation, I still couldn't get enough of it. "So, faggot. You want to die?" The bluntness of the question shocked me. Before I could figure out exactly what he really meant, I was terrified about what I had gotten myself into. Finally, I realized he meant the virus and getting infected. Or at least I hoped he did. "Yeah, I am." "Yeah, what, Faggot?" He was standing over the bed, staring down at me relentlessly with steel-grey eyes. "Yes, Sir," I said, learning how he wanted me to address him. "Good faggot. You learn quickly." I was already breathing hard, scared at what I was imagining this man could do to me. But, at the same time, my cock was twitching and trying to get hard from the excitement. "Get on your knees, faggot. Suck my cock." I got off the bed, onto the floor and onto my knees. I must have hesitated or been too slow, because Michael said, "Now, bitch. There's other boys literally dying for my sperm." As fast as I could, I got on my knees right in front of him. He undid his jeans and a thick, semi-hard cock flopped out. There was the glint of a heavy cockring wrapped around his balls. I looked up at him, his expressionless face staring down at me. "Please? Sir?" I asked, my mouth open and ready. "Do it, faggot," he said. I took his cockhead in my mouth and started to lick on his piss slit. As soon as my tongue touched his head, he dribbled a slow stream of pre-cum. I was surprised at how bitter it was, compared to the other men from the afternoon. Still, I knew that not swallowing it wasn't an option. "Swallow it all, queer," he said, letting me know my guess was right. He put one hand on the back of my head and forced me further down, swallowing more of his cock. He worked fast. When his cockhead hit the back of my throat, I needed a break or at least a pause in his relentless penetration. I pushed my head back, against his hand, but he wasn't having any of it. "If you have to, choke on it, bitch," he said, and continued to force his cock into my throat. I struggled to relax, but as his shaft pressed against my tonsils and cut off my air, I couldn't stop myself from gagging. At least Michael let go of my head for a moment and let me catch my breath. "Gonna have to do better next time, cocksucker." "Just let me catch my breath, Sir," I gasped. Even though his cock was a lot smaller than Eli's, I found it far harder to take in my mouth. It was the attitude. With Eli, we both wanted it to work, to get his cock in my throat. But with Michael, this wasn't oral sex; it was already a straight up face-fuck. Our entire encounter was going to be about power, Michael exerting his power over me and me giving any power I had left to him. "Fuck cocksucker, you're here for my pleasure. I'm getting a lot of pleasure out of seeing you choke on my tool," Michael said, re-enforcing what I had just realized. It didn't make me feel any better to have my instincts confirmed; I wondered what other instincts about Michael would be later confirmed. I opened my mouth to get some air but immediately, his cock found its way back in. "Just work on the head, bitch. Get it nice and wet and hard." As I sucked on the head, his cock hardened. He was about seven inches and a decent thickness. Nothing like Eli, but more than enough to make me uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's it bitch. Take more of it," he said, forcing more of his tool into my mouth. This time it was a little easier for me to accommodate. "You know you need it." Keeping his cock in my mouth, I looked up at him. He was staring down at me with an evil grin. I knew the face-fucking was only beginning of what he wanted to do to me. He pulled off his shirt, exposing a chest covered with thick, dark hair and two pierced nipples. His chest was untrimmed, except for a patch right above his pubes. The hair there was thin enough to expose a brilliant red biohazard tattoo. I was staring at it. "Like that, faggot?" he asked. It was right in front of me, reminding me exactly what I was getting myself into. "Yes, Sir," I managed to say even with my mouth still full of his cock. "Don't worry. You'll be ready to get one in no time. Marking you as biohazardous waste for the rest of your life." He pushed his cock further in and his cockhead was now nestled against the back of my throat. "Ready to choke, bitch?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question, but I still shook my head no, hoping for the best. I still needed to recover. "Too bad," he said, as his cockhead popped into my throat. He had gone too fast again, and almost immediately, I was back to gagging. "Fuck, cocksucker. Can't you get this right?" he said, pulling his cock all the way out. "How many guys have you sucked off today, faggot?" His cock stayed hard, glistening with my spit, taunting me with my inability to deep-throat it. I paused trying to remember again how many there had been. "If you have to stop and think, it's too many," Michael said laughing. "Total slut. Must be dripping with all sorts of bugs now. Gonna be a diseased leper if you keep the whoring up." He stepped back and kicked off his jeans. His legs were just as hairy as the rest of his body and there was a tattoo wrapped around his left leg. From what I could see it was a simple tribal pattern. "I think I need some protection against you and all those diseases you're picking up," he said. He reached into his bag, and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. He put them on, snapping them forcefully before returning his attention to me. "Much better. I gotta be careful handling medical-grade waste like you, faggot." With one hand, he opened my mouth, and used his other hand to guide his cock into it. The rubber taste was harsh and clinical in my mouth; I knew it would make my gagging even worse. This time, Michael didn't take his time or even give me any chance to adjust. His cock went straight to the back of my mouth. It pressed into my throat before I could even get comfortable. Michael grabbed the poppers off the bed table, and held them under my nose. I did a short hit. I nodded my head that I was good. "Come on, cocksucker. Let's do this right the first time. No gagging." he said. He kept the bottle in place under my nose, giving me no choice but to keep on breathing it in the vapors. As the drug diffused into my body, and relaxed me, I instinctively held my mouth open and let my throat slacken. My world had narrowed down to just his cock and I wanted it deep in me. I no longer cared how he was treating me, what he was thinking about me, or anything else. I just wanted to worship him and let him know his cock was my world. "Good faggot," he said. That was the highest praise I could ever expect from him. I let him slide his cock into my throat, feeling it choke me. I didn't care. I even started to enjoy the feeling of his cock cutting off my ability to breathe. I took a chance and looked up at him. He was finally smiling. "Right on, bitch. You know what a man needs." His cock was now balls-deep in my mouth and I could feel my throat straining to accommodate its width. He cleared his throat and I thought he was about to say something. I was staring up at him, amazed at how he had turned into my personal cock-god. I knew full well it was the poppers driving my worship of him, not any sort of reality. Suddenly, he spat right in my face, the miasma of snot, phlegm, and saliva landing across my cheeks and nose. "Faggot doesn't even mind when he's spit on," he said. He reached down, and with one of his gloved hands, rubbed the spit all over my face. Then he wiped off what had been left on his glove across my shoulder and chest. "You're getting the first bit of my DNA, cocksucker, and you have no reaction?" In the popper haze, I couldn't tell how to react. My depraved cum-hungry self loved the display of power and cockiness of his action. I wanted him to wash my face with his spit. On the other hand, the still coherent, not tweaked-out part of me knew it was degrading and not something I should take. But, drugs and poppers won, and as best I could, with his cock buried in my throat, I croaked out "More, Sir." "Right on, faggot!" he answered. "Cocksucker, you know you love this humiliation." He didn't do anything immediately but just continued to fuck my throat. I was still flying on the poppers and enjoyed every degrading moment of the throat-fuck. Being able to suck on a man's cock was simply my world; that he was forcing it into my throat was heaven. It was just the tina, assisted by the poppers, but I didn't care. Unfortunately, the poppers wore off, and I was back in the crystal-mediated sordid reality: I had a thick cock lodged in my throat, I was right on the edge of gagging, and my face was smeared with another man's spit. "Oh yeah, faggot," Michael said, "Can't stop now." He knew I was coming down from the popper high, but he didn't care. "Feels so good." He cleared his throat again, and spit. It landed right in my eyes, stinging. I started to wipe it off, but he batted back my hand. "Wear it with pride, bitch." He reached down with his gloved hand and once more rubbed his sputum all over my face. I did my best to take the degradation, but between the poppers wearing off, and the impersonal feel of the latex on my face, I started to gag again. I accidentally bit down slightly on his cock while I was trying to get some relief. He slapped my face hard, saying "No teeth, cocksucker," but he also pulled his cock out. "Lick my balls, faggot," he said. I welcomed the chance to no longer have his cock forced down my throat, to try to catch my breath and to focus on something other than his cock invading my body. His balls were hairy and they hung low, heavy with their deadly fluid. Sooner or later, that poz cum was going to be injected into me, and I would be begging for it. For now though, I focused on sucking first on one of those warm eggs and then the other one. As I calmed down from the agony of the throat fuck, one of my hands dropped down to my cock. I started to play with myself. However, the crystal was doing its work and despite being turned on by the scene, my cock was only barely erect. Michael noticed my move. "Playing with yourself, cocksucker?" he asked. I nodded and focused all of my attention on his balls. "You been partying, cocksucker?" "Yes, Sir," I said, taking a brief break from his nutsack. "Kinda guessed, by how hungry you were for a real man's cock." He grabbed the back of my head. His hands were still gloved. He held me in place, right against his balls. I opened wide and managed to get both of them in my mouth. "Damn, that feels good, faggot." He made no move to let me go, and I realized in my current position, I could barely breathe. Finally, as I was on the verge of passing out, he let me go. "Want some more tina bitch?" I was feeling satisfied and well-tweaked, but Michael decided he had a better answer to the question than me. "Of course you want more. Your mouth is just too full to answer politely, right?" He pushed his cockhead into my open mouth, shoving it against the back of my throat. Luckily, he didn't try to force it any deeper. I did what I had to do and started to suck on his shaft. "Right on, cocksucker. Show me how much you love my cock." After a bit of intense cockworship, he pulled me off his cock. "Stay there," he said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pipe and a lighter. "Let's get me high and you tweaked the fuck out, faggot," he said, handing me the pipe. "Do the first hit, bitch." I didn't want to over-do it and I knew what I had already done with Sean and Eli. But there was no harm in just one more small hit from the pipe, so I took the stem of the pipe in my mouth. Michael lit the torch under the bowl. It didn't take long for the drug to melt and I inhaled deeply a few times, before I pulled the pipe away. "Hold it, tweaker," he said, and I did. The bowl was still smoking slightly when I exhaled the small cloud. "Fuck, cocksucker, that's not even a warm-up hit. Do it again, and do it properly," Michael said. I was a bit hesitant, but I convinced myself it would be just one more hit. I hoped that I could still control myself and keep my composure, even around someone as aggressive as Michael. "Do it, faggot," Michael said, reminding me of just how controlling he wanted to be. I put the pipe back in my mouth, and again Michael lit the torch. "Real hit this time, cocksucker." I did as I was told. In deep gasps, I inhaled as much of the drug as I could. I stared up at Michael's grey eyes, watching them carefully for a sign that I had done enough. Finally, he gave me the faintest hint of a nod, and I knew he was satisfied with my efforts. "Hold that," he said. He pulled the pipe from my mouth and put it in his mouth. He sucked down on it, taking a bigger hit than I did. He held it for what seemed like hours. "You can breath out now," he said, finally. I had nearly passed out trying to hold it. I exhaled quickly and gasped for air. The thick white cloud from the huge hit I had just done nearly enveloped my head. I wanted that to be enough to satisfy Michael, because I was already feeling a little light-headed and tweaked out from it. "Nice," he said, trying not to let any of his own hit escape. "Now, shotgun, faggot." He leaned over and forced his mouth against mine. I didn't have a chance to react, and before I knew it, I had inhaled most of his hit. "Right on," Michael said. "Got a good tweak starting here, faggot. Raping your bitch ass is gonna be fucking sweet." I held the hit as long as I could, before finally exhaling. "I think I'm good, Sir." I said. It would be a few more minutes before those hits of tina finally got to me in full. My mind was already only thinking about sex, raw, bareback, man-to-man sex. I had to pace myself. I wanted a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass, and most of all, I wanted sperm deep in my hole. Any more crystal and I couldn't control my base urges. Michael sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide. "I'm not good yet, faggot," Michael said. "Which means you're certainly not good yet." He put the pipe back in his mouth, but before he started to smoke it, he paused. "Show my dick some mouth-love, cocksucker, while I do another hit." I was still kneeling down so I leaned into his groin and took his dickhead into my mouth. The torch flared and the crystal sizzled in the pipe while Michael did a hit. My role was clear. I licked off his accumulated pre-cum and worked my way down his shaft. Michael took a long hit and then he held it. His free hand dropped down to the back of my head and pressed me down on his cock. The gloves were still on, and the latex was an unfamiliar sensation against my scalp. I felt more like a sex toy than a sexual partner for Michael. But the meth was starting to power my actions, and I let his hard cock slip into my throat with hardly a protest. Surprisingly though, my throat readily opened up to let his shaft enter me. "Right on cocksucker, let me slide into that cocktube of yours," he said, as he exhaled his hit. "Feels fucking good. Let's get you another good hit, and see what you'll do after that takes effect." With his cock buried in my throat, I did my best to shake my head "no." I had done more than enough crystal for the afternoon, and was still waiting for the full effects of these most recent hits to kick in. "Come on faggot, that wasn't a question. It was an order." He pulled my head off of his cock and quickly stuck the pipe back in my mouth. I was almost at face level with him, staring into his cold, grey eyes. "No pussy hit like earlier. Got it cocksucker?" I nodded in stunned agreement as he lit the torch. It didn't take long for the still-warm bowl to fill with smoke and I sucked on it as he wanted. Michael kept the torch up close against the pipe, making sure that every puff I took was thick with the drug. After what seemed like at least ten minutes, he finally pulled the torch back. The bowl slowly cooled down, crackling the entire time. "Get back on my cock," he ordered me, as he took the pipe out of my mouth. I did as I was told. I knew not to even dare to exhale my latest hit. I was starting to shake from the crystal and this hit was going to push me further than I had ever gone before. But, already cautious of Michael's temper, I couldn't dare exhale. I wrapped my lips around his cock, and let it invade my body once more. When it hit the back of my throat, I didn't hesitate, and kept right on swallowing it. "Right on, faggot. Worship that cock like you were born to." Michael flicked the torch again and sucked on the pipe. I wondered how he responded to crystal and what he had in store for me. I focused on his cock, now a hard shaft deep in my throat and dominating my thoughts. He sucked down on the pipe seemingly forever, but was only an average-sized hit. As he finished his hit, I also reached the point where I needed to breathe, and couldn't hold my hit any longer. I exhaled, and hoped that the size of the cloud would satisfy Michael. I kept my eyes tightly shut. I was terrified of seeing another thin wisp of weak smoke, because Michael would make me do another hit. That would be one hit too many for me. As I exhaled Michael said, "Finally, a real hit." I relaxed, glad that he was finally satisfied. He grabbed my head, pulling me off his cock, and on level with his mouth. He motioned for me to shotgun his hit: my optimism that he was done with me getting high dashed. I had no choice, and let him force his hit into me. It was another thick cloud, bigger than mine. When he released his lip-lock on me, there was still enough smoke to engulf both of us. As the smoke cleared, I saw he was still staring at me, his grey eyes scanning my face. I was immediately self-conscious. I was smacking my lips involuntarily from the drug, and I knew my cock had shrunk under the crystal's influence. "Fuck faggot, you're tweaked up," Michael said. "Now, let's see if you can get hard for me." He pushed me back on my knees. I waited, not sure what he wanted me to do. "Go ahead, play with yourself," he said. I reached down to my cock. As I suspected, the crystal had hit me hard and my cock was a soft and unresponsive lump. It felt good to be playing with it, but it remained limp and soft. "What's the matter, faggot? Scared by me?" Michael laughed. He ran his hand over his cock, taunting me with how hard and erect he was. "Get on the bed. Time for you to get fucked," he said. "Don't worry, cocksucker, you can still play with that tiny boy-clit of yours." When I got on the bed, I looked down. Under the influence of the tina, my cock had shrunk down, and was now just a flaccid, short stub of a man's cock. Michael calling it a boy-clit wasn't far from the truth. But, Under the influence of the tina, I was only worried about my hole and getting another load up there. "On you back, bitch," Michael ordered. "Legs up in the air for me." I did as I was told, lifting my legs up in the air, and exposing my already well-used hole to Michael. "Spread your cheeks for me." I did as I was told and reached down to pull my ass cheeks apart. I was totally exposed to Michael. I had given up any pretense of modesty and masculinity. If Michael had any doubts about his superior role and dominance over me, they were erased by my abject submission in showing him my wet and cummy hole. "Please, Sir, use my hole," I begged. "Fuck it hard." "Your hole?" Michael said, laughing. "No, faggot, that's my personal cunt now." He stuck a finger into his new toy. It slid in easily. Earlier it had been lubricated by some lube, but now it was primarily slicked up by the thick loads left behind by Sean, Jake and Eli. "Fuck, that's a scum-filled hole. How many loads up there, homo?" "Three, sir." I was surprised I was able to remember the number so quickly. I could hardly focus on more than just holding my butt cheeks apart. My mind was racing; I wanted to ride a cock; I wanted to stroke my flaccid little dick; I wanted to be a purely sexual being; and I wanted to satisfy all of my desires. "Dirty slut," he said. He pulled his finger out of my hole, and gave me a hard slap. He kneelt down, looked in his bag, and rummaged around for something. Finally, he found what he had been searching for, and stood back up. He had a small square package. "Gonna need this, I think." He held it up and in the light I could see it was a condom. "You don't need to use that, Sir," I said. "I don't care if you bareback me. And you can definitely cum in me, if you want, Sir." I couldn't believe that he was going to wear a rubber. He would be denying me the pleasure of his raw cock, not to mention wasting his precious toxic seed. "I want you to fuck me raw." "Oh, don't worry, cumbucket. This is about protecting me from you, not you from me." He held the small packet in front of me. Up close, I could see that the wrapper was riddled with small holes. He had repeatedly stuck a thumbtack or something through it. "Keeps my cock safe from all your filthy assjuices, but don't worry. You'll still get every drop of my rare and toxic dicksnot." He opened up the packet and pulled out the rubber. I couldn't see the holes in the thin sheath, but they were there. When Michael shot his load, it would flow out of the condom and into my hole. I wondered if he knew something I didn't: Jake, Sean, Eli, and certainly Nathan had all seemed very clean and healthy. But maybe they had something else? I had come to peace with the virus, maybe even needed it now. However, I hadn't thought about all the other germs out there. I twisted my head just enough to see him unroll the useless protection over his erect shaft. "Ready, faggot?" he asked, as he poured a few drops of lube on his now rubberized cock and rubbed it over the full length of his shaft. "Do you have to, Sir?" I asked. "I mean, with the rubber?" I didn't want to deal with a rubber-covered cock in my hole now. I had gotten so used to the intimacy and masculinity of raw fucking that going back would be difficult and almost wrong. Also in my mind was that if Michael couldn't feel how warm, wet, and human my hole was, he would never be able to see me as more than just a hole to fuck. "You like my cock, cocksucker?" he asked, grabbing it and shaking it a bit. "Yes, Sir. I do. I want to feel it in me. I want to make you feel good and get you off. I want your cock. I want every raw inch of it, Sir. I really want to feel it in me, nothing between us." "Right on, homo. And I like my cock as well. It gets me what I want: a bunch of pussy bottoms begging me to fuck them. I'm not going to risk something happening to it. Especially when I am sticking it in a dirty, hole like yours." He knelt back on the bed and lined his cockhead up with my hole, ready to penetrate me. As the taut rubber touched me, I tried my best not to recoil. "No, no, bitch," he said, as he grabbed my waist and held me in place. "You're going to take my cock like Nathan promised me you would." I fumbled about the bed with one hand, and found the bottle of poppers. I held it under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm tingle saturated my body, I was able to relax, and let Michael do whatever he wanted. It was not my place to demand anything from him. Possibly, even to make a request of him. It was my place to do what he wanted, and if he wanted to protect himself from the dangers of my unsafe sex practices, it was his right. I would be happy to get a load from him however he wanted to give it to me. Realizing what I was here for and helped by the waves of tina and poppers, I stopped trying to fight it and relaxed. Michael felt the change, and took the opportunity to insert his rubber-covered cock into my hole. I was happy to have something, anything, back in my hole. Even though I wanted the closeness of a raw cock, the rubberized shaft still helped scratch my itch. Although, I was starting to wonder about Michael. Did I really want to be closer to him? He seemed conflicted and troubled, from his t-shirt that read, "If it's not rape, it's not fun," to his obvious fear of skin-to-skin contact and what that could mean. If he had been inside me raw, I'd find out things about his sexuality and how he expressed it that I would prefer not to know. "There you go, cocktube. You've got a real man's cock inside you now." His cock wasn't nearly as big as Eli's, so it was easy for me to take him sliding the entire thing into me. When he hit the base, he paused for a second. "Take another hit of those poppers," he said. I did so, even before the first hit had taken full effect. The two hits re-enforced each other and together with the crystal, I stopped even caring about the rubber. I had finally found a comfortable headspace where I was happy that a man was fucking my ass, that he would eventually get off on my hole, and I would get his cum. I no longer cared that he thought of me as a little more than a receptacle for his wastes or that he barely touched me with his own skin. He just preferred to keep me isolated by layers of rubber and protection, and that was ok for me. Now that his cock had gotten all the way in, Michael leaned into me and pressed the full weight of his body against mine. He was pumping my hole hard and with each stroke forced the accumulated spooge ever deeper into my body. "Not a half bad ass, faggot. You might just be able to get me off," he said. I was doing my best to let his cock sink into me, but my body was rebelling against it. Suddenly, I hated the feel of the rubber against my hole. I still wasn't even sure if I wanted Michael inside of me, but if he was going to be fucking me, I didn't want his cock swathed and covered. Unlike the other three men this afternoon, it was impossible to create a connection with Michael. To him, I was just a hole and not even a human. This was just about him and his cock. It was about what would get him off and an important part of him getting off was to make me feel as small as possible. "Play with your clit for me, homo. I want to hear you moan," he said. As he spoke, my cock shrank even more. "Please sir, don't call it a clit," I asked. "It's my cock, Sir." Of all the things he had done so far, that was the most demeaning to me. Michael stopped fucking suddenly. He roughly pulled his cock out of my hole. "This, faggot, is a cock," he said, wielding it like a sword, ready to do battle with my ass. "It's long, it's hard, and it's thick. It's dripping pre-cum, and it's going to knock you up good." With his gloved hand, he grabbed my small, soft shaft, and pulled on it uselessly. "This, well, this is a boy-clit. Tiny, pink, soft, and useless. Like a little girl's clitoris. You know how a girl masturbates, homo?" I shook my head no. I was sorry I had asked him; feeling the rubber glove on my cock had only made everything far worse. "They just put a vibrator against their clit. Let's see if that works for you, faggot." The dildo from earlier was still on the bed. Michael grabbed it and, turning it on, pressed it against my soft and flaccid shaft. Simultaneously, he sank his hard cock back into my used hole. The two sensations shot through my body and I moaned uncontrollably. "See? Just like a girl." He pressed the buzzing dildo hard against my cock and continued to pound my hole just as hard. "It's your boy-clit. Maybe one day you'll get a real cock like mine. That is, if you're not dead from some disease first." I gave up, defeated. I couldn't tell Michael but the dildo against my cock felt amazing. Despite my soft state I was going to start to drip pre-cum soon if he kept it up. "You do it faggot," he said, handing me the toy. "I'm here to get off and maybe get you knocked up, not to rub your clit." I took the toy, and pressed it against my cock. As I rubbed it against my shaft and my balls, I was leaking pre-cum. "Yeah, faggot. You're getting all wet, aren't you? I can feel your dirty little cunt getting all moist. You wanna get knocked up, don't you?" "Please, Sir, I want it. Please, seed my cunt, Sir." I was thinking exactly the way that Michael wanted me to think. I was playing with my boy-clit while he was deep-fucking my cunt. I knew it wasn't what I wanted but he had gotten me into the headspace. "Fucking nasty faggot. Begging me to kill him," Michael said. "Your little boyfriend tell you all about my toxic seed?" "No Sir, he didn't." Nathan had told me nothing about the men, other than all of them were poz and some of them would want to party. With my free hand, I grabbed the poppers and did another hit. Michael smiled and waited for the poppers to hit me. "Fucking full-blown AIDS, faggot. I'm fucking AIDS cum into your dirty little cunt." As he said it, he slammed his cock into me particularly hard. I yelped a bit, not expecting the sudden forcefulness. "Right on, homo. When you start to hurt, that's when I start to have fun." He slammed into me again, the rubber tearing against my tender skin. I winced and took another hit from the bottle. "Are you on meds, Sir?" I asked, as I put the bottle back down. "Hell no. I'm not going to kill my beautiful virus. I want to pass it on, to good little fags like you." "How did you get it, Sir?" I continued. I wasn't sure if it was an appropriate question for Michael. He was guarded about certain parts of his life, even if it was masked by his arrogance. Before I could think about it much more, he slapped my face hard. The gloved hand was harsh against my skin. "Uppity cunt," he said. "But, to answer your question, fucking too many filthy faggot holes. Holes just like yours, cesspools of disease and depravity." He slammed his cock in again, hard, and I let go another with yelp of pain. He rubbed a gloved hand against my face where he had just slapped me. "Too much, homo?" he asked me. I was surprised he'd even ask me. It was out of character for him to offer me this kind of attention. "A bit, yes Sir." "Ahh. That's too bad. At least for you. Because it's hardly enough for me. And I need to get off." He grabbed my legs, and even though I was impaled on his cock, he managed to flip me over onto my knees. "Much better. I don't have to look at your face anymore, cocksucker. And I can fuck you even harder." He grabbed my hips with both hands, and pulled me back onto his cock. I grunted, and pressed the vibrator harder against my cock. "You're gonna get my virus, faggot. And you're going to beg for it, like the cockholster you are." "Please, Sir. Give it to me." If I begged like he asked, maybe he'd cum faster. "Fuck yeah, fuckhole. That's all that you're good for. Pleasuring a real man's cock. Taking my dirty dicksnot. Only reason you're here, faggot, and nothing else." Michael took a hand off my waist and rested it on my shoulder. He pressed down, forcing my face into the bed. "Take it, fuckhole. Take my hard, infected cock deep in your filthy hole." I hated that he was treating me like this; I was just a receptacle for his cock and his sperm. Before I could dwell on it too much, he thrust hard into my hole again, and I had to do my best to stifle the grunt of pain. "Quiet, faggot," he said. "Good cum buckets take what they are given. And you're a good cum bucket, aren't you?" "Yes Sir," I said, forced to speak into the bed. "Right on, faggot," he said. "You want to be just another cum bucket, don't you? Just like all your faggot friends?" "Yes Sir," I said again. I wanted another load of sperm fucked into my hole. If it required being just a tube for Michael, well, I was trying to convince myself that I wanted what Michael was telling me I should want. "Please, make me your cum hole." "Right on, faggot. Took you a while, but you're finally learning what you are," he said. He gave me another hard thrust and again, I yelped in pain. I had never bottomed for a top with a condom. Until now, the few times I had been a bottom, it had been for raw tops. I hadn't realized how much a condom could hurt the bottom. No matter what happened next, I made a silent vow that I'd never make a bottom take a covered cock again. "You ready for my load, hole?" "Of course Sir, I am. It's what I am here for." My ass had been rubbed raw from his pounding. I was needy, already craving another round of lubrication, even from a man like Michael. "Of course you are. Come on hole. What's your name again?” "Jason, Sir." Was I so unimportant to him that he had already forgotten my name? "No, Hole, that's not your name. Tell me your name, Hole." He emphasized "hole," and I knew what was expected of me. "Hole, Sir. I'm just here for your pleasure, just a cum hole for your pleasure. Something for you to fuck your load into." "Fucking right, cum hole. Going to blast a load of full-blown AIDS cum into you, slap a hazardous waste sticker on your ass, and forget you ever existed. At least until I'm horny again and need another dirty cumhole to unload in." He was pounding my ass hard now. Even though he was the smallest cock I had taken that afternoon, the rubber made it the most intense and painful fuck. I must have been grunting in pain, because Michael picked up on my discomfort. "Hurts, doesn't it, hole? And the rubber isn't even protecting you one bit. At least it protects me from what ever else you've picked up. But you know the irony of all this, Hole?" "No Sir," I said. His cock was still pistoning in and out of me, the rubber still tearing at my guts. "No matter how much cum you take from me, you won't ever be more than just a faggot cum dump for us real men. Toss me the poppers, faggot." I handed him the small brown bottle. "Time to inject you with something real. Get you filled with AIDS, hole. You ready to die?" "Please, Sir, Fill your hole with your poz cum," I moaned. Michael pulled all the way out. "No hole, it's not poz cum you're gonna get. What is it?" Suddenly empty, I realized how much succor I had derived from his cock, even as painful and unpleasant as it had been. I needed it back in me. I didn't know what he wanted me to say, either, which meant I wasn't going to get his tool either. "What am I going to give you, hole?" "AIDS, Sir," I said. "Fill me up with your AIDS jizz." It was the right answer; he forced his cock back into my ass, the rubber tearing up my ass even more. It felt like I was bleeding, it hurt so badly. This would feel so much better, be so much easier to take if there was just some additional lubrication. If the only alternative for me was his toxic AIDS cum, well, the entire point of this evening was to get as many different guys' sperm into my body as I could. "Of course I am, hole. That's all you're here for. To take a true man's sperm up your faggot cunt." He slapped me hard on the ass and slammed his cock deep inside me. "Too bad the best holes become contaminated. They all seem to die so quickly." "You like my hole, Sir?" I asked. I barely thought before I said it and immediately regretted it. I had been fighting to keep my identity as a person, not just something little more than a hole for his pleasure. My short utterance made it that much harder for me to think of myself as human. "It's just ok. A bit loose and sloppy, but still fuckable." Michael paused for a moment and inhaled from the bottle of poppers. "It's not a bad hole. You'll probably get a few guys wanting to fuck you. I'd probably fuck you again" He exhaled the hit, and paused while it took effect. "Getting close, here, hole. Ready for the kill shot?" "Yes, Sir. I want your seed." He handed me the poppers. He didn't need to tell me to do a hit. I held the bottle under my nose and inhaled. As the warm feeling of the popper high suffused my body, I expected my mind to start flying, chasing fleeting thoughts in a confused jumble of sex. Instead, I was totally focused on the hard cock sliding in and out of my abused hole. It was getting hard and was ready to shoot. I wondered if Michael's load would feel different. He had said several times that he wasn't just HIV-positive, but had full-blown AIDS. Michael didn't look particularly sick, but I had never seen him in good light. As his deadly cock pressed into me, getting ever closer to injecting its toxic payload, I wondered again if getting infected was really what I wanted. "Fuck yeah, hole. Gonna breed that faggot hole good. Get my hole all knocked up, watch this cum dump get all sick," Michael was muttering. I got scared. Now, for the first time, I didn't want to go through with the inevitable breeding. With Nathan, the sex was great and sharing his sperm at the end was a way to say how much I cared for him, and how much he cared for me. But with Michael, breeding was a way for him to get out his last bits of anger and establish his dominance. I tried to convince myself that it was his fear that was destroying his body, not the virus, but it was a difficult truth to believe. Maybe, hopefully, it was not the disease that was causing his anger; it sometimes affected the brain. "You ready hole?" he said, his cock hard and thick, deep in my hole. "Ready for my AIDS juice?" "Please, Sir, I'm not sure anymore." He shoved his cock hard into my hole. Tears came to my eyes from the intensity of the pounding. Finally, everything was too much: the fucking was too hard, the scene was too dehumanizing, and I no longer knew what I wanted. I gave up, losing all control over my emotions, and started to cry. He showed no mercy at all, not even indicating that he noticing the tears streaming down my face or my sobs. He continued to fuck my hole without slowing down; he may have even sped up when the tears started. "Please, Sir?" "Too late for you, cumhole," he said through clenched teeth. His cock thrust into me again and again, and it pulsed deep inside my body. He was cumming. Each drop of his deadly cock fluid spurted from his dick, flowing through the broken rubber, and straight into my body. Nothing was protecting me from him. "You're getting totally fucked now." My choices were final and there was no turning back. I had no idea of any other way to cope, so I took another hit from the poppers. The vapors went straight to my head; I was grateful for that. It made it easier to withstand Michael's assault on my ass and his injection of his deadly cum. "Please, Sir. Please," I murmured, through my tears. I was no longer sure if I was begging him to stop, to put me out of my misery, or to fuck me harder like a true cumhole deserved. It didn't matter; I was too confused and too beaten down to know or even care. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and cry. I wanted to run far away from here, before Nathan could see me like this, just a little faggot boy, in over his head and having second thoughts far too late to make any difference at all. "Fuck, that was good, cumhole. I needed that. Get to flush out all the virus from my balls and shoot right into your warm, raw, filthy fuckhole." He gave a few more thrusts into my hole and made sure that every drop of his seed was deep in me. Then he pulled out, the condom rubbing once more painfully against my tender flesh. "One last thing to make it complete, fucktoy," he said, giving me another hard slap on the ass with his gloved hand. I was still silently sobbing into the bed. The fuck session wasn't over yet, but I no longer cared. Michael reached into his bag, and pulled something out. "This might be a be icy. But your hot little hole should melt it soon enough. One last gift for you: a devil's dick made from my AIDS spooge. And maybe a special little something hidden in the middle for you." He paused for a moment. "Or maybe a big something. Had forgotten about this one." I had never heard of a Devil's Dick before. Before I could ask, there was a cold pressure against my hole and then an ice cube pressed into me. I gasped, but didn't, or couldn't, protest. Michael pushed it deeper in my hole. He then ran his gloved finger around my ass, getting it to close up around the icy thing that was now slowly melting within me. "There you go, cum bucket. Most of that's my spooge. But I think I've mixed a contribution from a few random guys in there as well. Not to mention that big chunk of tina right in the middle." The violation of my body was now complete. He had put his cock in my mouth and in my ass, gotten me high off the glass pipe, and was now leaving my hole filled with strangers' sperm and some more tina. I choked a bit on my tears and said what I knew I had to say. "Thank you, Sir." "Right on, faggot. Stay healthy," he said, laughing. "Well, try to stay healthy." He pulled on his clothes quickly as I stayed on the bed. Before he left, he slapped my ass one last time and stuck a sticker on it. He slammed the door behind him, finally leaving me alone, a huge load of his sperm in my ass and another hunk of crystal slowly seeping into my body. Once I heard him walk out the door and down the hallway, I got up far enough to peel the sticker off of my butt. Even in the dim light, it was easy to read. In the center was a big biohazard symbol and around the outside, text that read "WARNING: Medical Waste. Handle with Care." I wadded it up and threw it into a corner. Back on the bed, I grabbed a pillow and curled up. I thought the pillow might comfort me, but it was only a piece of fabric. I lay there, my tears still flowing, the silence of the room only interrupted by my sobs.