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This happened yesterday. I don't know what it is about PG's County in Maryland but damn, seems like each and every black guy is gay ... I've hooked up with a sexy black guy once before at Glorious but because of my crazy ass schedule, it's been months since. Well, last night I finally had some time, so I made the trek to College Park to play in his basement he is renting. We started out by talking about TV shows ... quickly followed by us making out and him kissing and sucking my neck, then his hard dick deep down my throat. I alternated between kissing him and sucking him; after making him moan and precum for a few minutes he started grabbing my ass. He found the lube I brought, lubed his dick and my ass ... then slowly sunk all 7 inches of his sweet, thick black dick in me ... making me moan like a slut. Once he was all the way in he told me that he has a roommate, and that he's in his own room (so my buddy rents the living room part of basement) ... dunno why that turned me on, but I relaxed even more, thrust my ass back, and began to moan even louder as I buried my face in his sheets. We alternated positions, each time the sounds of him pounding the shit out of my ass ... his thighs and balls slapping against my ass ... and my moans and pleas begging for more filling the air. Missionary then doggy then flat on my stomach then on my side with us finishing doggy style. He fucked me hard and rough for about 20 minutes before he bit hard on my neck, thrusted one last time, abs literally screamed out, "Yeah, slut wants my load?" I always just leave after a hookup, but this time he asked if I wanted to stay overnight. So we cuddled and slept together ... and of course I returned the favor by fucking him mercilessly until I flooded his hole with a month-plus old load. Then we fell asleep with me holding him ... naked.

B.R.A.T. (Bitch Ready And Turned-out) – Chapter 1, the Interview: The BRAT’s gaping ass winked and smiled at me as I took the latest pic with my new gold iPhone 6sPlus for the stash showing the slut’s shaved hole bruised, swollen, and dripping with my infected nutt. Seconds later the BRAT’s humiliation was secure in the cloud and being shared with a few select friends as the little shit whined and pleaded, “PLEASE MASTER SEARGENT, FUCK ME SOME MORE.” A quick backhand and the room grew still as the little shit had learned early on what happens when you disobey me. He may get away with his attitude and mouth with his Moms, but not with me – MASTER SEARGENT MAURICE LECLAIRE – UNITED STATES MARINE AND ALL AROUND TOP DAWG AND BITCH USER AND ABUSER. I love my country. I really do, and I served it well, but three tours helping people on another continent save their own asses meant my life back home went to shit. Oh I’m thankful I came home in one piece alright, lots of my buddies didn’t, yet I sacrificed years of my life, a fiancée who decided she’d prefer a different future than one with me, family who passed who I did not get to say goodbye to, and then I finally get back and the best fucking job offer I could get was a line cook at a God damn fast food joint. Not much need for a man who’s life work was learning how to protect, or kill, and ensuring others were operationally ready and able to take the enemy down. In the brigade I was honored, respected, and looked to for leadership by those above me and those below me. Those below me were allowed to call me “Top” – Corps nickname for Master Sergeants – but it fit me well, not least of all because for those grunts that needed an extra incentive to follow command, my dick of death provided the guidance required. I had plenty of confirmed kills during my time overseas. So back in the civilian world, here I was, alone, adrift, on my own with no blood family and no Corps. At 6”4, 262 pounds of racked and stacked muscle with a chiseled jaw, tight fade, and a fist that can crack walnuts, I stand out, but none of that seemed to matter much in the real world trying to find a ‘real’ job. Fuck I had a real job, now I just got my hustle, and right now my hustle is all about milking this BRAT for every penny, drug, gift, and use I can while plowing that tight hole into submission. I had been out 90 days – 90 fucking days of frustration, adrift in a strange world. I needed to blow off some steam without any complications, so I hopped in my truck, rolled a big blunt, and eased on out to the Adult Book Store (ABS) in Laurel. A good blow job, a few pieces of ass, some strong kush and all would be right with the world for a few hours at least. I liked the ABS as I knew the men there were looking for what I had to offer, were willing to pay to get it, and were not generally about putting their business out for the world to see like some of the internet hook up sites. I needed to fuck, not hear your life story or exchange a dozen emails for you to figure out what I’m looking for. The clerk at the ABS about fell over himself when I walked in. He was not my usual hustle, but you know what they say about making friends with the help and being good to the little people? Well all it took was one deep dicking and my fist wrecking his man cunt so he could barely stand for a week and he was my grunt for life. Little fuck could not contain himself as I ‘promised’ I would see him again soon while he loaded my hands up with tokens – all on the house. Once I entered the back with the video booths all the little queens flocked around me like a pen full of hens as the big cocked rooster entered the yard. I strutted to the back, a trail of kush smoke in my wake, as I eyed each hen up and down, dismissing them one by one. My eyes settled on a scrawny white man, wiry hair, glasses, nose too small for his face, but a fat ass Rolex on his right wrist and multiple rings on each hand with diamonds in various shapes and sizes. I cornered the little chick, gripped his Rolex in my left hand and raised his arm up for a better view. He about ready to shit himself right there when I then lowered his hand and made him stroke my growing dick. That’s the look – the look of a cock hungry motha-fucka who craves monster black dick. “My name’s Edmund,” the little hen squawked as I shoved him into a booth and locked the door. I shook my head in wonder and disgust – dumb ass – what the fuck makes him think I’m here to chat? “OWW OWW OWW you’re hurting me…” he cried out as I clamped my right hand onto his shoulder and pinched the nerves between the bones to shut him up and make him kneel. Once he was on the floor and had finished looking around at the filth and shit now sticking to his custom tailored pants, he was left speechless at the site of my now hard dick protruding out over my nutt sac. Fucking bottoms are all alike and genetically programmed I think to know what to do – faggot instinct – and after he gently tucked his glasses in his shirt pocket, Edmund opened his mouth and took a neck beating like he had never had before. I leaned back against the wall and lit a new blunt as the dick sucker fought to catch his breath and I prayed he wouldn’t fall out on me from some asthma attack or shit. “Do…do…you want to fuck me?” Edmund asked like a child begging for a cookie. What the fuck did he think I was here for? In response I pulled him back up to his feet and turned him around and waited as he dropped his drawers. A little 420 spit in my hand, some strategically lobbed at his crack, and the hen was shaking in need, fear, and anticipation. Suddenly his arm came back around and his hand held up a gold wrapped packet, “Please…please…here’s the condom.” I slapped his hand away, stepped back, took a big hit of kush, blew the smoke out, and kept the blunt between my lips as I zipped up. Edmund frantically spun around, “What…oh…no…I…OK, OK, but please don’t cum in me.” I squinted my eyes, held my smoke, and tilted my head to the right and waited. 5 – 4 – 3 – 2…and then the dick hungry hen bent back over, wagged his hungry pussy and showed me he needed my dick in him nice and raw the way men were meant to fuck. Time to test the waters. Some more 420 spit, one finger – now two – spit – yeah this hen has ass pussy, but still, he ain’t prepared for Master Sergeant. I tapped the blunt out on the crooked, metal folding chair. Stepped close and let the rich cock-sucker feel the weight of my dick as I tapped it lightly against his little cheeks. When I knew he was eager beyond stopping, I leaned forward, covered his chirpy little face with my big mitt, wrapped my right arm under torso, bent forward, and SKEWERED HIS RAW ASS LIKE A KABOB. GOD DAMN THERE’S NOTHING LIKE FEELING A BODY TREMBLE AND SHAKE AS I THRUST INSIDE THEM! That moment when they question what they have done, when they realize they are powerless to stop me, when they are fighting not me, but themselves as to what will happen next. Not like they have a say really. This is my time, my fuck, I’m in charge. The little fucker’s anal ring tried to squeeze and push and fight my invasion. No fucking way. My dick had landed and I was taking the enemy down, but I was in this to win the war, not just a shit battle. So, a minute of brutal fucking later I paused, the hen’s chest heaving under my weight, I jam fucked his guts a few more times and bottomed out balls deep on the last one and his entire body flutters. I then eased out of his hole, stepped back by the chair, picked up my blunt, and lit it. “What…I…are...” the fucking hen squawked and stammered, “How about…how about we go to the motel just down the road. You know the one with the green sign?” I took my time, weighed my options, he looked like he had the most hustle potential out of the fucks I saw when I walked in, so I nodded, zipped up my pants as he pulled himself together. Before he could finish tucking his shirt in I had pushed him out the door of the booth, past the brood of hens, and smiled at the clerk with a, ‘I’ll see you later for a dick down,’ wave of my hand. Once in the parking lot I strode to my truck as the hen dashed to his car – a fucking Maybach. A 2016 Mercedes Maybach S600 – easily topping $190,000. Fuck – looks like my little hen might just be the fucking goose that laid the motha-fucking golden egg. Time to adjust my plan. Five minutes later, my truck was idling in the motel parking lot as the hen – no my golden goose – got us a room. His Maybach stuck out like a fucking sore thumb to anyone who knew shit about cars, but that’s alright, if I can protect platoons of men I can protect this four wheel gem. My flustered goose scuttled back to his car and drove to the end of the motel and parked in front of the last room. I pulled my truck right in back of his Maybach and parked it about 6-inches from his back bumper. The little fucker freaked and was literally hopping side to side in fear, but when I stepped down out of my truck he said, “Good idea…good idea… that way no one can jack my car right?” Right. Sure. Whatever shut your mouth. My goose nervously pulled the vinyl drapes closed once we entered the room. I walked right behind him and opened them the fuck back up. If someone wanted to stand there and try to see our nasty puppet show through the filthy sheers, so be it. Plus, I liked to see the damage I do. I get a perverse and twisted sense of accomplishment seeing the red drip, seeing the skin purple and bruise, seeing the welts rise and grow. The goose did not question me – that was good – and without a word he undressed and bent over the end of the bed showing me he was ready for more dick. Good slut. Compliant, obedient, dick hungry, willing to serve. I unzipped my pants and stepped closer. My goose started to hold out the same fucking condom packet he had showed me in the ABS, then thought better of it and clenched it back into his fist. Fucker knew. They all know. Time to get bred. My kush spit hit square on his waiting hole and with a deathly gasp he accepted my raw dick as I plunged into him. This time there would be no mercy, no fucking surrender, no God damn stopping until I was done and nutted that silk hole up. All my frustration, all my need, all my desire, all my anger was released into that raw ass. Did he ask me to stop? Did he beg me to ease up? Did he try to run from the dick? Yeah, sure, but what the fuck did I care. Too late for all that pussy shit. Edmund screamed as I slammed his pink hole – shredding that white ass – making it my cunt. Too shocked to run, too much pain to focus, too turned the fuck on to move, the little fucker temporarily went comatose and mind numb as I dug his shit out. I slapped him a few times to get the blood flowing and when he started to struggle I turned the shit up a notch and deep dicked those guts. My golden goose became a blabbering idiot as I raped that white pussy rough, dark, red and got it ready for my Master Sergeant seed. Harder, deeper, no stopping now as my freight train dick pulled into the station and dropped all my AIDS coal in his chute. YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, FUCKING POZZED HIS ASS. ONCE YOU LET ME IN YOU GONNA GET THE BUG, GONNA GET CHARGED, GONNA GET LIT UP WITH MY SUPER JUICE! NOTHING BUT SUPERIOR ALPHA DICK – UNMEDICATED – SKIN TO SKIN – BREEDING AND SEEDING!! I was not done yet and the first load is like getting into my groove. My little goose tapped out, begged, tapped out again, and I kept right on trucking. First hole shredded, second hole wrecked, third hole destroyed! That’s how I role and when I was done, his lilly white ass was beat red from the blood inside and out. A couple slaps and Edmund was able to focus, his breathing got more regular and I was glad to know I would not have to add another body to my count. Once his faculties came back he could not stop blabbering about how fucking amazing that was, he had never been fucked like that before, thanking me, and begging for me. I’d give it to him, but there was business to take care of first like how much he was going to pay me for that dick down. Pay me for bugging him up. Pay me for making sure he knew who his AIDs Top DADDY was – ME! Edmund made a few lame excuses of how he didn’t know, he didn’t have any cash and some stupid shit, but quickly learned once I slapped him a few times I don’t broker no BS and that I had only given him a taste of the strafing fire I could lay down. He quickly started offering his cufflinks, this ring, that ring, and finally his Rolex. Fuck that’s right. I dicked that little faggot down right out of his gold time piece and he begged to give it to me. Once the prize was in my pocket I dropped it down and spit raped that fucker again just to show him my shit was worth anything he got and this time – much to my surprise – my little goose held his own and even began to push back and get into the bounce. Load number two was buried so deep he would be shitting my toxic babies out on Thursday! A few hours later and load number three was streaming out of that loose and floppy cunt and my golden goose was one happy little fuck! My balls felt good and relaxed now and after another blunt, so did I, then I settled back and chilled as my fleshlight stammered on about his rich bitch wife, problem child stepson, stress at work, and the challenges of being filthy rich. Poor thing. I didn’t really pay much mind to what he was saying until one comment caught my ears and I asked him to repeat what he had just said. Apparently he and his uber-MILF wife were trying to find someone to serve as a body guard/baby sitter and someone to be the all-around-keep-the-stupid-kid-out-of-trouble-authority figure. The kid – technically a man now having turned 18 a few months back - had graduated from high school only because the teachers couldn’t stand him anymore and wanted him gone. His life goal was to ‘find himself’ and my goose blamed it on the wife. She had been divorced 4 times, he was now husband #5, and the kid had always been spoiled. Her money, ex-husbands’ money, baby daddy money – it all added up to one fucked kid that had been in and out of rehab since the age of 12. He was out of control and for years the parents had just thrown up their arms and pretended he was not there or not their problem. That’s what the lawyers and help were for. My goose finished his damn sob story and then made his initial offer. Might I be available? Was I qualified? Would it interest me? While I mulled it over, he had gotten up and started to casually put his clothes back on. I figured the best way to negotiate was from a position of power so while he continued yammering, I set my blunt in the ashtray, stood up, eased in behind him for a stealth attack, pushed the fucker face first onto the bed, ripped his fancy slacks down and bang fucked his ass dry, double-time quick and deep, to make sure I had his attention. Once he was begging like an incoherent cunt, I slapped him, made him focus, and ordered him to tell me more. I liked what he had to say and now for the hard sell. As my goose’s tail feathers quivered underneath me, I slowly eased back out of his pooper, angled to my right and scraped his gut walls until I hit his organs. Shit like this had to be fed right – forced deep – like foie gras. My goose squawked, sighed, and begged for more. I eased back out slowly and stopped. Waited. Held my position right at the edge of his hole. He was flopping around under me trying to ride me but I held firm. Soon he got the idea and started throwing numbers up. As the numbers got higher, my dick got longer, wider, and deeper. Once he hit $3k per week plus expenses, plus the use of the Escalade, plus bonus tips for any extra curricular activities he and I may do, well I made sure my goose got basted deep and cooked through and through. Edmund was still wiping the dripping cum off his hole when I added one more caveat. I would deal with the kid my way – no questions asked from him or the wife. My rules. My limits. I’m the MASTER SEARGANT AND MY DICK IS CHARGED AND LOADED. Stay tuned for B.R.A.T. (Bitch Ready And Turned-out) – Chapter 2, Cry Wolf.

So this guy from Grindr and I have talked sometimes before but never did anything because he wanted raw dick and I was still hesitating about it. Today he hit me up and I went to his place, very good ass, dark skined, a little furry and a delicious hole. I rimmed his ass and then started to fuck him raw. While I was fucking him I pulled out and rimmed his ass and then put it back in. I came soon since I was so hot and shot a nice big load deep inside and he came as well. We laid naked on the bed for a while before I licked his just bred ass and my dick got hard again so I gave him another load deep in his hole.

A couple of nights ago met up with a guy I had hooked up with a time or two 3 years ago. Mid-50s with a medium height and build, his cock is just a bit longer and thicker than average. He recognized my file online and invited me over to play. I was very excited on the drive to his place because I remembered that he is the kind of in charge top who is not a freak or wannabe dom. Just very confident and skilled man. Once I got there we went straight to his room and he took the lead from the first kiss to stripping me and getting me into bed. The man was a wizard with his tongue and loves to rim. Generally I need some lube, but he got me so hot, loose and wet with his tongue when he finally got my ass in the air he could ease his dick in slowly. After he got it to the hilt he began slow but eventually he was pounding my face into the pillow. All the time I was moaning and whimpering and begging for more with my own cock leaking all over his sheets. Finally he let out a loud growl of his own and filled my ass with his load. We both collapsed after that into a panting, sweaty pile. A couple of minutes later he checked a text he got while we were fucking and sent a reply and then got another text back. He then got up to take a piss and when he came back handed me a cold bottle of water. "Hope you're ready for another round," he grinned. "I've got a buddy coming to fuck you." Before I could say anything the doorbell rang and my host went to answer it. When he came back in he was followed by a tall, broad chested guy who looked to be in his late 30's-early 40's. After quick introduction the guy stripped pulled off his jeans and briefs but left his t-shirt on. His cock was already hard, an average length but very thick, and he had big, low hanging balls. This was the kind of guy not interested in foreplay or formalities. Instead he grabbed my ankles, pulled me to the edge of the bed and put my legs on his shoulders. With a little spit he lubed his dick and then pushed it into my freshly fucked hole. He was so thick I thought he was going to split me on two, but then my hole opened for him to push it all in. After he was inside he just began pounding me from the first stroke. Without mercy he slammed into me so hard and fast I was alternately screaming for him to stop and to fuck me harder. I'm not sure how long we fucked before his breathing and his strokes both got faster and harder. Then his face got all screwed and twisted in that way some guys do when they are going to explode. Finally with a grunt he pushed it in to the hilt and dump load after load deep inside of me. Without ceremony he pulled out and told me to roll over onto my hands and knees. He stuck his cock back in and started to slowly fuck me again. In a surprising short amount of time he came again. He then got dressed and left with little ado. After that my my host got back into bed with me and we made out for awhile until he was rock hard. This time I was flat on my stomach as he laid on top of me. This last fuck was slow and gentle as he kissed my neck and shoulders, caressing me. After we both came he began kissing me from the back of my neck down my spine to my well used hole. He then kissed both my ass cheeks before playfully giving the right side a sizable hickey that I did not notice until I was at home showering the next morning. It was a long drive home that night with my ass pleasantly sore. I'm usually a one on one kind of guy, but I got to admit that the occasional doubles fills the spot quite nicely.

Duke pulled Bobby’s mouth up off his cock, leaned forward holding the kids head in his hands and thrust his tongue into the boys mouth giving him a good snog that was eagerly returned, Duke licked up the boys sweaty face before biting the lads neck leaving a nice angry looking love bite before leaning and leering over the boys shoulder “yeah the chicky’s in chem pig heaven”, I pulled my fingers out of the boys hole which were covered with lube and mucus from the boys twat and twisted the kid round looking at his dopey cute face with hugely dilated pupils and smiled “yeah our new boys high and horny as fuck ain’t ya boy?”, the kid grinned and whimpered as he ran his hands over his perfect pecs and abs “yeah so horny”, I held the boys head and pushed my fingers into his mouth as Bobby continued to feel himself up eagerly sucking and licking my fingers “that’s it boy, suck your cunt juices off my fingers” Duke reached down and squeezed the lads balls and his hard cock “nice I like a chicky who gets hard when he’s chemmed” and then ran his other hand over the kids buttocks and pushed a finger into the boys pussy “mmmmm that’s a hungry little boy hole you have don’t ya chicky?” the kid murmured and pushed his hole back on Dukes finger as I twisted bobby’s head round pushing my tongue into his willing eager mouth giving him a deep long slobbery snog that lasted a few minutes until pulling my mouth away and gobbing into his open mouth. I rose up on my haunches and then stood up, pulling a wobbly Bobby up along side me “lets get him into the bedroom” As we stood Duke pulled on the boys little patch of pubes, “I think these should go chicky, make you a real boy for your new daddies eh?”, the boy just giggled and nodded as we led him to the bedroom. Once in there I pushed Bobby onto the bed and he giggled as he bounced on it, I climbed onto the bed kneeling beside the kid and pulled his mouth onto my cock which he started sucking like a hungry baby on its mothers titty, but he could not help giggle again dropping my dick from his mouth as Duke smeared some shaving foam on his pubes and shaved them off his cute face smiling “tickles!”. Duke admired his handiwork “now ain’t that better and pretty chicky?” the kid looked down at his shaven pubes and whispered “oh wow yeah!” staring for a few moments before I steered his mouth back onto my cock coaxing him gently as he slobbered and sucked “that’s it baby you suck Daddy’s cock nicely”. Duke pushed the kids legs back at the knees giving him an excellent downwards look at Bobby’s hole “awww that’s so sweet chicky, your boi pussy is practically winking at me”, I had to grin and chuckle “yeah that right daddy Duke? It’s winking? hmmmm I think maybe that it needs some stretching?”, Duke was now up on the bed kneeling in between the lads spread open wide legs slapping his cock head against the kids hole slathering his poz precum over it and making the boys cunt quiver in eager anticipation “oh I think so Ted, you want that don’t you boy?”, I pulled my cock out of the boys mouth and slapped it across his face and lips coating them with my own noxious precum which he eagerly licked off “you want your pussy stretched a bit son? Want Daddy Duke to put his big black cock in your cunt and make you a good boy?” Bobby bobbed his head eagerly arching his neck and pointing his tongue frantically licking at my under shaft groaning eagerly “fuck yes I want it, give it to me please!!!” before he finally caught my cock head with his mouth and swallowing my dick into his eager little mouth making me moan as I winked at Duke “we may just have to keep this one”. Duke smirked “yeah” his eyes twinkling “shall we slam him?”

Greetings, I live in East Flatbush. I can't host but I can travel anywhere in the city with an MTA line. I've done both pure safe and pure bareback raw fucks but now I want to live out something I find super hot. I have a stealthing fantasy as a top and I would like to find a willing bottom to preform this on. You must be negative, undetectable or on PrEP. This can work one of two ways: 1) I can cum in, you ask if I have a condom, I put the condom on, fuck you for a bit, then without warning break/remove the condom and continue to fuck you until I nut in you. OR 2) I cum in, I put the condom on, I fuck you for a bit and then at one point when I'm on break (or even hotter while I'm fucking) you remove the condom and I stick it back in and fuck you until I nut. I hate to sound mean but please be under 40 unless you have a super hot hole. Any race is fine. Jockstraps/thongs are a huge turn on. Love slings too. Thanks and I hope I have someone willing for this hot experiment! =D

It was 2009 - I remember 'cause I was about to move to the countryside for a new job. I was 28 and am a tall good looking red-head, my hair was blonder from the summer sun and I had an Amish-type beard - shaven from the chin up, a defined slim body with a dusting of red hair on my chest and of course around my 9.5" cock. I was moving all my stuff from Dublin, but I had a problem - I had a huge stash of porn DVDs that was partly mine and that I'd partly inherited when an old fuckbud of mine had moved to Brussels. Most of it was twink-porn from my mate, and as twinks were not my cup of tea, I was eager to off-load it, so, rather than simply trashing the porn, I logged onto Gaydar to see if there were any takers. I was still a little hungover from the night before as I'd been out drinking with mates and the chatroom was full of people looking for a Sunday morning fuck. I messaged the chat room saying I had a stash of porn free for any takers and one guy quickly replied to my post. I checked his profile - just a body shot but a nice one - big pecs and toned sixpack and nice juicy cock. We chatted for a bit and he said he'd gladly pay my taxi fare to a suburb miles from the city centre. Fair enough I thought, get a taxi, dump my porn and head back to town for some brunch with mates who were now starting to surface. I got his number and address, packed-up the stash, popped out the door and hailed a taxi. Half an hour later the cabbie and I were in a sea of identical houses, but after some searching I found the right house, paid the taxi man, grabbed the box of porn and rang the doorbell. It was promptly answered by the guy, Derek, who was wearing a dressing gown. He was in his early forties, dark haired and hot with a kind of caesar look - strong nose and high cheekbones and, for an Irish guy, unnaturally tanned. I popped-in and he promptly said "Oh, here's your taxi fare", handing me 20 euro. Turning, however, I saw the taxi was half-way down the street. "Do you want to go tell him to wait?" asked Derek. "Nah" I replied, "I can call another one after I give you all of this." Derek replied "Fair enough" and gestured me into his kitchen. "My boyfriend's upstairs" he says "we just had a major group session last night - seven guys were here." My cock instantly twitched to attention. At this point I had had only one experience of group sex (outside of threesomes) about a month previous, and I was ready for more. We sat down and Derek asked me in I wanted a drink - I nodded thinking, as it was 10:00 AM, that he meant tea or coffee, but instead he made me a whiskey and coke. As he prepared it he asked "Do you want a line of coke, too?" I paused, thinking over his invitation. I had never done cocaine before and had just recently started trying heavier drugs than weed, though mostly Ecstasy and once or twice, speed. "Sure" I replied evenly " I haven't done it that much before though to be honest." "No problem" he replied smiling, "I'll keep you grounded." He brought the tray over with the drinks and the lines of coke - two for me and two for him, he passed me the rolled up five euro note and I snorted it back. "It'll take a little while to kick in" he mentioned. I was shuddering at this stage, which usually happens to me when I'm doing anything illicit and hot - I get jittery. He sat around the corner of the table facing me and we talk about the porn - some of it were DVDs that contained a selection of scenes from different Pornos that used to come with a magazine Porn-up - I tell him which are the hot scenes in the DVDs and I mention all the ones with rimming scenes - "Rimming's my favourite pastime" I say. At this stage I notice I'm talking a mile a minute and confess it's my first time with cocaine. He laughs and said "I guessed" and then he opens his legs a bit wider and starts to touch his bulge. "So I noticed on your profile you said your cock was extra large, how large is that?" I open up my legs a bit and say "about 9 and a half inches when hard". "Wow" he replies, milling and locking eyes with me, "I'd love to see that" I can really feel the effects of the cocaine at this stage, everything feels electric, I feel a little outside of myself as if I'm watching this scene from another room and directing it. I tell him confidently "well as I said, rimming is what really gets me hard" He goes "yeah?" and pushes himself forward on the seat, opening up his robe to show a nice thick juicy 7" cock and strong thick tanned legs. He pushes himself forward more and raises his legs up exposing his tight tan pucker. "Wanna have a taste?" I kneel down, his ass tastes musky, I can tell he's already been fucked and as I get more into it I start lapping up and down his hole like a dog. I get really focussed and start grinding my face into his tighthole working it open with my tongue, then grinding my jaw and tongue into it in strong biting motion - it drives him wild and he started assfucking my face. "Aw yeah, I knew I had to have you when I saw you step out of that taxi" he says, then sitting up he goes "come upstairs and meet my boyfriend" I stand up with him and take his hand...

So I took a sauna visit this afternoon, fairly small place in a local town. Ran into a guy I met there three years ago - I remembered him, but he didn't remember me. Hey I'm just a fuckhole for these top guys! I remembered him because back then he fucked me so hard and for so long I kinda tripped out. Definitely memorable. This time, he was more direct. Got straight to rimming me, filling my hole with spit so it was nice and slippy then to my delight just shoved his cock inside me. Now this sauna has condoms and lube in every private room, but neither of us even considered dipping into that! So I was particularly happy he chose to fuck me raw He fucks me good and hard for about ten minutes then abruptly pulls out. I turn around, thinking he's gonna ask me to change positions and I see he's cumming. What the fuck, man! I realised I hadn't said he could cum in me - I thought it was obvious - so he pulled out. I grabbed his still wet cock and got it back inside me and told him he definitely shoulda given me that cumshot.. Don't worry, he says, I'll be ready again in about half an hour. Sure enough he was and I got my cumshot! A bit later on, I get fucked by three other guys, sadly all safe - I protested each time but they insisted god dammit - but all I could think about was the fact they were fucking that cumshot (technically two cumshots - see below) deeper into my ass with every condom-wearing thrust! That was four, five hours ago and the cum hasn't cum back out yet. Think it's been fucked into me good and hard... I have heard it can get absorbed if in for long enough. If so, this is a first for me. It feels good, the deepest I've ever taken a man's seed ... Now here's the real skanky confession. After the first fuck with my bareback guy, when he shot his load onto the floor instead of deep in my ass.... well, I waited for him to leave the private room, and found the pool of cum, and scooped it up with my fingers and straight into my ass! Really made sure it was up there good. Got down on all fours and cleaned the rest off the floor with my tongue which got me so hard I almost autoshot my own cumload... What a skanky fucking cumslut I am!

For me as a total bottom my cock is not a part of the game. Usually I wear a chastity device under my jockstrap. Since I can get really heavy anal orgasms I don´t feel the need to touch my cock, get hard or to cum. I concentrate totally on my cunthole and make the top feel good in it.

as i type this, the cum of the 8th poz guy since last sunday....is just starting to ooze from me. additionally, one guy was here twice. so that means i have had 9 sessions that have given me 15 supposedly poz loads. i am amazed at how good the sex has been, how many poz guys are willing to help out.....and how I could go from hiding from the virus for years....to craving more opportunities to be exposed. really has been a wild week

Previously… “Yes!” I belted him anyways, and as he thrashed under me I got two more slaps in before I came. Falling onto his sweaty back I panted and thrust as I spunked into him. I kept thrusting and concentrating and after a while I think I pissed a bit into him as well. Once my post climax daze cleared, I gingerly pulled myself off the kid and scooting up the bed I got him to clean my cummy cock. Looking down at the kid lick the cum and lube and ass-juice off my cock, I whispered down to him sarcastically “yeah right, I fuckin bet they’d love to trade places with you right now, Timmy no-friends” and spat in his tear-stained face. Right so… Getting off the bed and leaving the room, I reflected that I may have been a bit harsh on poor wee Tim, but I’d met a few versions of that kid by this stage and I was tired of their self-loathing bullshit. A few weeks later I saw Tim was online and we chatted. I was about to apologise for being too harsh with him, when he started saying how much he loved me roleplaying his bullies and how he nearly came when I belted him a few times. This weirdly didn’t make me feel better… I’ve lots of friends now in the BDSM scene here in Germany, but I couldn’t shake the notion that the kid was using it as a way not to deal with some self-esteem issues. I dunno. I don’t want to judge. Maybe he was pretty sorted-out. Maybe I just was scared about how easily I slipped into the bully-role… I walked along the hall, away from the industrial rock in the bedroom to airy pop coming from the living room. I guessed Pedro was still in charge of the music. Kylie’s “Red-blooded woman” was belting out as I opened came in through the kitchen. “You’ll never get to heaven if you’re scared of getting high” – hah, another appropriate line! I looked up at the clock in the kitchen – a quarter past seven. Less than two hours left. I turned into the living room to see a view of pure hedonism. Two of the rest of the group were playing Mario cart while getting fucked by another two. Well, seemingly Andrew had challenged Kieran to a game, and JP had asked that they make it interesting by seeing who could last longest while being fucked. Michael was currently fucking Kieran and JP was fucking Andrew. They’d turned the main body of the couch around 180 degrees so the bottoms could kneel on the seats and rest their chests on the support, leaving their arms and asses free for play. I walked over to JP and Andrew. They were both on a chilled vibe and more focussed on getting Luigi over the finish line than the slowly pistoning cock in Andrew’s hole. “What is it with you boys and video games?” I commented, “…oh and by the way guys we all hat-tricked the bitch boy”. Andrew paused JP and said “what do you mean?” “I used your cum to fuck Tim till I came in him – I almost never cum on E! So all three of us have given Tim our DNA – Cum-dump buddy high five!” I raised my hand for a high-five and JP returned it smiling and added “wow that dude is a proper cum-dump – wait, what’s his name again?” Kieran piped up from the other side, panting as Michael energetically pounded his hole “I kept …trying to …cum in him, …but the E …has killed …my ability to. I’m dead …jealous …of you guys”. I looked over to see that Michael, obviously having recently snorted some coke or another upper, was punishing Kieran’s hole. He looked like he could use a break. “Hey Michael, mind if I cut in?” Michael turned to me, not wanting to stop fucking but still sober enough to be polite. His chest and stomach were a wall of whorled fuzz reaching down to his chemically rock-hard dick. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “um, well I’m kinda enjoying this for now…” I interrupted, “Michael, I’m not saying stop fucking, just let me get in between the two of you – Kieran looks like he could use a buffer between you and him”. With this Kieran looked back up at him with a pained half-smile. I pointed to the screen and continued, “I mean, look at how many times, um, Princess Peach has died (Peach - really Kieran? What is it with fuckin bisexuals?). I’ll just slip between you and take what you’re giving and give it to him in a gentler way”. Michael considered this, then reached over to the coffee table. “I’ll do it, if you do something for me” He brandished the Popstarz candy pacifier. It was coated in white powder. I guessed it wasn’t Sherbet. “Stick this in your gob Stu, you talk way too much!” What the fuck? I was outraged. But I also still wanted to get a go on Michael before we had to leave, so I threw my pride out the window and took the baby soother off of him. Popping it in my mouth I suppressed a gag at the artificial cherry taste and wondered what the powder was – oh fuck my mouth was going numb – I guess it was coke then. And sniffing the plastic holder, I got a distinct smell of ass. I pulled it out for a second and went to ask if it’d been in someone’s ass. It came out as “Hab dib bin in sobbumz ahz?” JP and Andrew lost their shit. Well not literally – Pedro’s couch was stained enough as it was – but the pair of them burst out laughing at me – like a right pair of fuckin hyenas. Andrew said something about where was Pedro’s camera phone when you needed it. Turning back to the others I saw Kieran grin at me as Michael pulled out. Moving down to his hot shaved hole I probed it with my increasingly-sluggish tongue – I guess rimming wasn’t an option, and as I pulled back I noticed a sticky patch on his muscular buttcheek – it tasted of cherry – “et tu Brutus?” Well… I thought that. What I actually said to Kieran was “ed du bubuh”. Kieran snickered at my accusation (or would have, if he wasn’t licking Michael’s seven inch dick clean) and so I did what came naturally to him. I shoved my dick into him all in one thrust. Payback’s a bitch Kieran! Needless to say Princess Peach didn’t win that lap either. I could feel Michael line up behind – his body hair brushing off of every inch of me. I turned back to him and took out the pacifier. “Kib me” I asked, and he smirked then bent down to cup my face in his hands and deeply kiss me. Michael’s big hairy body dwarfed mine. I felt tiny as with one hand he was holding my face in place for a crushingly deep snog and with the other was one-handedly squeezing lube from a Durex Play bottle (no mean feat!) and slicking up my hole. I shoved myself deep into Kieran, his muscular ass massaged my swollen cock. Meanwhile I spread my cheeks wide for Michael. “Fug meh” I called back and waited… …and waited some more …and turning around I saw Michael waiting and pointing to my right hand – the pacifier. …Oh fine! I popped it back in my mouth and went back to waiting. This time Michael was quick and locked his cock in with my hole relatively hassle-free. Giving a few experimental shoves, I took a few seconds to get used to his size – easily 6/7 inches in girth. Then when he saw we were both ready, he slowly started to push deeper and faster. I waited till he got a decent rhythm going and then synced up with him to start moving in and out of Kieran’s tight muscle hole. It took concentration, and every time Michael sped up a little I’d to quickly have to catch up and hope Kieran would adapt. There are a few schools of thought on the Lucky Pierre – some think that the LP should stay still and enjoy the attention from the bottom and top. Others feel that the LP should act as a conduit between the Top and bottom, and relay messages. Still others think the LP should be the only moving part in the sandwich as the others stay still. I’ve tried all three and like most sex positions it completely depends on the guys you’re fucking, and most importantly on their sense of rhythm. With swarthy Spanish Pedro – I’d be able to try a lot of different LP movements, but with tall Scottish Michael, he was a bit stiff, so I quickly settled for the third option – me doing all the work. Motioning Michael to slow down to a halt I built up my own rhythm and soon I had Kieran’s hole swallowing my shaft while impaling myself back onto Michael’s thick monster. He was chemically hard, so there was that slight difference in feeling as I shoved myself back on him – a little less give, less sponginess – more like a dildo than a dick. Not a major complaint, and believe me – I’m a huge supporter of Viagra and Cialis and the like, too many DFOs have been pretty much aborted early by a lack of hard dick – and I was happy to see this party to full term. Ok that’s a weird metaphor… I settled into a decent fuck rhythm - more of a canter than a gallop, and I know for a fact that Kieran appreciated it – Bisexuals can often be a little inexperienced with one sex, if they’re not 50/50 and Kieran was no exception. He didn’t know how to take charge as a bottom and slow Michael down. It wasn’t Michael’s fault, he was at the other side of his high – and eager to tap all the ass around him, especially since he knew we four would be leaving in a short while. Later, I’d be doing the same thing when I arrived halfway through a sex party (the same one in Amsterdam with the couple and the cocaine) to find a hot beardy Spanish stud who looked the spit of Peto Coast, who was in the process of dressing and was about to leave. He had his leather jacket and t-shirt on, and was pulling up some pants over his jockstrap. I copped the situation and excusing myself from the hosts for a short while, I guided the Spaniard into the front room and told him I needed to taste his ass before he left. The guy was pretty fucked-out at that point, but humoured me. He bent over a chair and let me eat out his hairy top ass for five minutes. I never even got his name. It’s all about being aware of more than yourself – which is hard considering the effects of most of the drugs you take. Let’s just say it wouldn’t be the last time someone told me I was talking too much. Or the last time someone told Andrew he was hogging all the hard dicks. Or the last time people complained that Don was too rough, or that Pedro’s music taste was …inappropriate for group-play, or that Richard was always on the computer. We all have our “ids” that come out in force and our superego shuts up for a while. It’s one of the fun things with drugs, but also one of the messier things. Michael reached around a massive hand and pulled back my chest to lean in and kiss me on the lips but the pacifier was in the way, so he settled on the nape of my neck. As I leant back I felt in perfect rhythm slotting between the two. After a while Michael, eyes even more dilated, pulled out and went behind JP. I looked over to see the Trekky take Michael for a short while before ducking out and offering Michael Andrew’s ass. JP wasn’t that experienced as a bottom and I knew Michael wouldn’t be patient enough for him. Interestingly Andrew was pretty focussed on the game and didn’t think much of JP pulling out, so when he turned back to see that it was now Michael instead of JP that had been thrusting into him for a while, his shocked expression was priceless. I laughed out loud and pulling out the pacifier, I said “that was a moment for Pedro’s phone”. Ah good, my speech was returning. JP slotted in behind me for a while and at this stage our buzz had dwindled to a sort of blissed out buzz. On the couch, the five of us shortly fell into mutual oral, daisy-chaining, licking and kissing and stroking. After a while Michael, still way more energetic than us, said that it had been fun, but he was going to check out the main bedroom. After a bit more swapping spit and grinding and gentle fingering, I remembered to look at the clock. It was 9.15. I told the lads, and we all got up and headed to the bathrooms. Kieran and I headed into the spare bedroom where Finn was being spit-roasted by Pedro and Tomasz. I explained we were going to head to Pedro and just needed to shower. He paused in fucking Finn – he looked really intense and nodded toward the bathroom. He grunted “you go in first” and grabbed Kieran by the back of his head “rim me chico!”, and guided Kieran to his hole. I left, a little sad to be ordered away so brusquely – and I thought chico was my name! As I walked into the en-suite I saw why Pedro had ordered me in first. On the toilet lid were some bloody syringes and a plastic tube and some drugs – Kieran would’ve freaked! I gingerly moved the needles to inside a cabinet and the drugs and tube I placed on top of them. After a quick shower and trying to douche as much as possible with an unscrewed shower hose, I waited for Kieran and told Pedro what I did with all the stash. He grinned at me and nodded over to the windowsill. “Have you taken your own bits and bobs?” I went over and found my stash of MDMA and pills. I nabbed one of the bottles of poppers we’d chipped in for earlier too, just in case we’d use them back at Andrew’s. Heading to the main bathroom Kieran and I found our clothes and JP and Andrew douching. When we all were ready, I popped into the kitchen and stole the makings of two Michael’s joints – I figured he owed me for the making me wear a pacifier. Then remembering that Pedro’s phone was in a pile of Finn’s clothes, I fished it out and left it where it would be found. Finally ready, we popped our heads into the main and spare bedrooms, soaked up one last time the squalid orgy scenes and said our goodbyes. At the exit of the apartment block we saw someone had egged Tim’s Edinburgh Pride jeep – fucking Glasgow! –though to be fair – they could’ve egged it because it said Edinburgh also! Still, the mood that weekend when I met Kieran and JP, who would become future fuckbuds as well as Andrew, as well as my future dealers Pedro and Don, was special, and wasn’t even dampened by our coming down, the PEP treatment or my embarrassing attempts at flirting with Elyas later that sleepless night (I eventually fucked him but that’s another story). Kieran and JP even helped me move my stuff after the clinic on the Monday – Andrew – the poor fucker, had to work that evening. That night we had an informal housewarming and the boys met Harry and his sister Artie who came over with wine. My other new housemates Sabine and Stefan showed their faces for a bit, though Sabine left early enough and made Stefan leave with her. Kieran showed us a few moves of the highland sword dance and flirted his hole off with both Artie and Harry before getting the last bus back to Carlisle. I even managed to save one of Michael’s joints for Bill and Harry’s expert opinion – they were fuckin baying for his number before the joint was even finished. It was the first of many parties in that house and the beginning of a fantastic if somewhat messy chapter in my life. All in all, a great fucking weekend in Glasgow!

I love a good cuddle. That said, I am not adverse to a good fuck and go either! Guess it all depends on the hookup itself.

I'm with you 100 percent.

I had a FB (before I moved), who loved open hole. He seemed to love opening a hole more than he liked to breed it. Actually, what he really liked was to breed a very opened hole. His favorite way to find me was blindfolded and face down on my bed, naked and ass up. He'd spend lots of time alternating between fucking, fingering, eating and using toys on my hole. He was so slow and purposeful about his technique that I often couldn't tell how far he had gotten me. One time he spent a lot of time eating me and using toys and his hand. Before he left, I heard a "click" and later on he sent me a picture of my hole rose budded. I didn't even realize he had done it he had me so worked and excited and relaxed at the same time. He told me that when he was eating my hole, he was actually sucking on it so he could make it a rosebud. once he got it like that, it was his favorite type of hole to breed, so he bred it then snapped a picture for his trophy case. the whole idea of him doing that was a huge turn on for me, I miss him.

on monday night i got a hot load inside my greedy hole

I'm white and get so turned on when a black guy asks me during sex to call him a nigger. He'll often start by saying, "Do you want my nigger dick?" And I'll say "Yes." Then he will tell me to say it over and over, "I want your nigger dick," "fuck me with that big nigger dick." I would never use it outside the bedroom, but if he likes it, and I sure do, then it's OK. I like it so much when tells me what he wants me to say..

Usually am a top, went to ABS for a quick blowjob or a quick fuck by a hispanic bottom. I got there and started playing with a chubby "straight' Mexican guy that had just gotten off work. Kissed ok and sucked good...had a nice cock and he wanted it so I let him fuck me a little....well a little turned into him loading my ass with his hot cum. He left and I saw a white guy that was bigger than me...not usually my type but we started playing around, I wanted to get sucked but he wasn't interested so I sucked him..since i had a load in me i turned around and put this THICK 7incher in me..encouraged him to load my hole. Finished him off so now I have 2 loads in me. I then see this guy about my age, thin and playing with his dick. We play a little and it's obvious he wants dick in his ass...so I FUCK him and we talk about me putting my poz load in his ass and how he loves poz dick. He says he has been poz 10 years and loves recharges. I jack him off at the same time I'm fucking him...we unload at the same time....too bad, another load would have been nice. I go home literally leaking cum from my ass and have to hurry and shower so my partner doesn't see it.

While I have not had a lot of group experience, I have really enjoyed the few times I have participated. And of course, I have really enjoyed one on one sex with guys for many years. And, while the general concept is the same (guys having sex), they are really two different activities. One on one sex seems to be able to satisfy both the need for actual sex and some need for intimacy (not always but more than what group stuff I have experienced. Group sex is much more social and may even include some desire to "show off". That being said, I am going to a Cumunion event for the first time this weekend. It will certainly be a new experience.

There's much cognitive dissonance involved in choosing a headline referring to anti-AIDS meds and then cavorting to "taking mediation to repress said hiv". I assume you meant medication, not mediation. However I don't know if you are using semantics to blur the line between HIV and AIDS. Just for the record, HIV is the virus. AIDS is the disease caused by the virus. You continued by asking us "do you want hiv or not?"...When you ask that question so facetiously on a website like this you must be trying to touch raw nerves. That you accomplished. You made your statement. Bravo! And for emphasis you mentioned repressing HIV and suppressing HIV. Based on your brief statements, you are uniquely unqualified to use the screen name "milkass". Unless your screen name is all part of your temerity to perpetuate your reckless disregard for any sense of decency or civility. Your lack of decency reached a crescendo when you mentioned reliance on health insurance and the funding of our deviant lifestyle. By definition you are the deviant spewing your venom among us. But we won't take your bait. We will rise above your pettiness and childish rant.

I'm tall so most guys who fuck me are shorter. If I don't spread my knees wide when we're doggy-style on the bed, my ass is usually too high for most tops. So I guess I spread my legs principally for practical reasons. (But you're right Tiger, it is more stable.) When I'm flat on my belly, some tops want my legs together; some want to get in between my legs, spread them and plow me deep that way. I'm happy to assume whatever position (those two or any other) the top wants me in. It helps that I'm very flexible.

Oh this is going to go well.

I do whatever the top telss me to do because I'm the bottom and that's why I'm there, to satisfy him. If I were more vers or into flip fucking I guess I'd have a preference but aas a bottom I'm just happy to be fucked any way at all.

Due to the length of time since Chapter 17 I decided to break out Chapter 18 early, so there will be at least another chapter or two depending on how the material works itself out. Thanks for all the great messages guys. CHAPTER 18: Mark / Dad: I was at home getting myself together for Sam’s conversion party when it really hit me: ' I was STILL HIV-negative. How was that possible?' Then I thought about the flu I had experienced, recalling it occurred during flu season, perhaps I had actually had the flu. I decided to visit Sam’s Immunologist that week and get a more definitive test result. I wanted to know, and I wanted to test again without Cod; when Cod tests positive for HIV I wanted the focus on him. I also wanted and needed for him to know I infected him and I want that strong bond with him – we’d have that conversation in private. I was sure I’d be getting a positive test result – and, in fact, when sitting in the Immunologist's waiting room later that week my cock was hard and leaking in my pants. One of the nurses asked me to step into the exam room, “This is it”, I thought as she said “The doctor will be right with you.” Dr. Burns did indeed enter the room a minute or so later, and asked about Sam. I considered responding 'Oh he’s fucking me and a ton of hot guys full of poz cum,' but went with a simple “He’s great.” I might like to bluster a little bit, I didn't want to come off too pervy or twisted. Then Dr. Bburns got down to the test results, and I really must have look like a deer in headlights when he explained to me that my tests were 'non-reactive', which was to say I had tested negative for all STDs including HIV. My mouth nearly hit the floor. Talk about a sobering result. Again, how could this be the case? Looking back, I think my reaction to his explanation of the results must have been similar to watching a balloon slowly deflate. Again I thought 'HOW THE FUCK CAN I BE NEGATIVE?! AM I IMMUNE? Sam has been fucking me full of unmedicated hiv-positive cum for two months or so now!' I keep all of my thoughts to myself, and did my best to smile and nod at the right points in Dr. Burns' remarks. When he offered advice on safer-sex practices I replied simply “No I’m good, but thank you.” After paying my co-pay I left and went home, utterly mystified. Once I got home I immediately got a shower, thinking it would help me center my thoughts, even so, when I stepped out to dry myself, I found myself staring in the mirror, my head nearly spinning in disbelief. Fortunately just then a message on my phone came through that distracted me. It was that hot fucker Chris from the testing center. I really want to get naked with him. Chris: “Hey sexy.” Me: “Hey sexy yourself ... What’s up?” Chris: “Horned as fuck, leaking … Want to get together? Breed my neg hole?” Me: “UGH … can’t tonight.” Chris: “Damn.” Me: “Hooking up with a friend.” Chris: “Lucky him. You and Cod still gonna come get tested?” Me: “Cod still needs to test. I was just tested.” Chris: “Ohhh you did? You okay?” Me: “Yeah fine.” Me: ”Neg.” Chris: “Really? … kinda thought you might test poz.” Me: “Me too.” Chris: “Your friend poz?” Me: “Haha … perv … yeah he is.” Me: “He’s not fucking me tonight though … fucking another guy.” Chris: “Oh fuck.” Chris: “Gang bang.” Me: “Ha.. of sorts. He invites one neg bottom, all the tops are supposed to be poz.” Chris: “Oh fuck! That’s hot, dude … I’d be up for that.” Me: “So hot you want it.” Me: “When we do hookup I will might not be neg, and I only fuck bb.” Chris: “Same.” Chris: “I mean I only get fucked bb, yet still neg last test.” Chris then texted a photograph of his ass spread wide, his hole ready for cock. He's so hot. I really wanted to breed his ass right now. So I texted him a pic of my cock, with the comment "Fuck, that's a hot hole you got there." Chris: “HOT cock. Hope we can hookup soon.” Me: “Me too.” I really wanted to breed Chris’ tight ass, but I decided to stay focused on Sam’s fuck party. I finish cleaning up and headed into the living room, gave Cod a kiss, and headed out the door. I needed to get a drink and think about how I tell Sam I was still HIV-negative; I decided I wouldn't tell him that night, however. I didn't want to put a damper on the evening’s fun. Sam: I know I need to handle this whole thing delicately, but also act quickly, Mark will show up at any moment and I want HIV+ blood from Jake in Cody’s body. Sergei, Jake and I walk into my bedroom. I make a motion for Sergei to move to the other side of the bed and I approach Cody, “I’m back sexy boy”, and I give him a few soft kisses. “Ahhh.. ahh… fuck yeah… your friends here yet?” “Yep, 2 of ‘em so far”, I nod at Sergei and he moves to Cod and grabs and lightly squeezes his bicep. I lean over to Jake, speaking very softly, tease his hole with your cock, but don’t fuck him yet, he nods. “We’re gonna help get you ready Cod.”, “Ohhhh… I’m ready”, I laugh lightly, “I’m gonna give you a little something to really get you horned up and going … ok?”, Cody moans, he’s blindfolded but he can feel Sergei and Jake giving his body attention, “uhh… yeah… whatever”. “Cody you’re about to be flying high … and you’re about to be poz”, the only thought going through my mind right now. I look at Sergei and he squeezes Cody’s bicep a little tighter, “Feeling ok baby?”, “Yeah… good”, “Make a fist for me … this’ll sting just a little … you might cough”, “ok”, Cody doesn’t seem phased. I hold the syringe up and take a quick look at the toxic blood and the dissolved T and then I look down at Cody, I think, “This is it boy. This is the moment you become an HIV+ man”. I slowly insert the used needle into one of Cody’s bulging veins. “You feeling ok?”, “Yeah … yeah … I’m good”, I can see Jake rubbing his poz precum all over Cody’s hole, “Oh yeah.. I’m good... I’m so horny, “Good. Gonna give you just what you need sexy”, “oh yea?”, “Yeah”, I pull back slightly on the plunger to make sure I’ve got a good vein and then gently push down sending all of the T and all of Jake’s HIV+ blood into Cody’s arm, “ahhhhh… ahhhh”, “That’s it sexy, almost done, you feel ok?”, “Yeah.. Yeah… ahhhh”. I can tell Cod is loving Jake’s cock teasing his hole, I ease the needle out of Cody’s arm and set it aside. I look up at Sergei, give him a nod, and he eases off of Cody’s bicep. Cody coughs a few times, “fuck” (more coughs), “You ok?”, “Yeah… yeah… fuck … I’m good … I’m good … oh fuck”, I know it’s hitting him in a rush and he’ll need a few minutes when I hear the back door open and shut, “Mark is here”, I think. I walk over to Sergei, whispering, “Get him restrained in the sling ... then get a little more of his blood in that syringe, please”, he nods. I kiss Cod, “Cod babe, another of my friends is here for fun”, I pull on his arm, “We’re gonna get you in the sling, sound good?” “Yeah sure”, I smile at Sergei and Jake; I know they will get Cody ready to fuck while I go get Mark. I slip by the living room again, grab the second unused syringe and the other blindfold and head to the kitchen; Mark is there naked and waiting. I smile, “Hey sexy”, we kiss, “Hey man … we doing this?”, “Hell yeah we’re doing this, but first two things”, Mark looks at me questioning. “First, I need a small amount of your blood”, “Wha… “, he gives me an odd look, “This boy said he’s ready to be convert, he wants to make sure it happens, so he’ll be getting a little sample from all of us”, “Oh fuck, that’s wild, … we’re still breeding him, right?”, “Fuck yea we’re still breeding him … he just asked how sure I was that he’d convert – told him its definitely gonna happen tonight”. I grab Mark’s arm and tie the blindfold around his bicep, “Ok.. relax and make a fist for me, this only takes a sec”, “k”, I line up the syringe and then slowly insert it into his strong arm veins, pulling back just a small amount of blood, “zit hurt?”, “Not at all”, I ease the syringe out of his arm and hold it up, “That all it takes?”, I look at him seriously, “Yeah blood is the quickest and most guaranteed way to convert him. He’ll definitely be HIV+ tonight.” “Ok now … Second thing … because of this”, glaring at the needle, “He wants it to keep it mostly anon, so no one gets weird later, you gotta wear this blindfold. Jake and Sergei are already here with our boy and I’ve already blindfolded them. The boy has seen only me once when he got here.”, “Haha… uhmmmm yea, … wild, sure, that’s kinda hot actually”, “Thought you’d think so”. I set the needle down and carefully touch Mark’s body, kissing him, as I put the blindfold on him. “This too tight?”, “No”, I turn on the kitchen light, “Can you see anything?”, “Nothing. Hope you’re gonna be leading us all around”. “Yeah It’s cool, I’ll guide you guys … just remember, like last time, you gotta be kinda quiet, and no names. Use your hands to touch and feel around for where you’re going and stay focused on fucking him until it’s time for us to give him that something special, got it?”, “Haha … Yep”. I grab the syringe and quickly push the plunger so the blood empties out in the sink and turn off the light. With the empty needle in one hand and Mark’s hand in the other, “Now… let’s go breed that hole”.

Oh...there's lots more to cum. I just took a break from story writing. Expect some more in the next few weeks.

Part II. After some clumsy stumbling and making out, we got dressed. My assistant and his twink date put their clothes back on, over very sexy jockstraps. My boy and I changed into gym shorts, our jocks, and some tank tops. My assistant and I piled into the front seat, and my boy and the twink made out in the back seat. Before we were halfway there, my boy’s shorts were at his ankles, and his ass was full of raw POZ twink cock. The twink bred my boy as we pulled up to the club. My boy bent over with his ass hanging out of the car door and my assistant was happy to fuck and breed him right there in the parking lot. I was sort of hoping we’d see more action in the parking lot, but someone from the club came out and told us they had seen the action on their security camera. He thought it was hot, but told us to bring the action inside where it would be ‘safer.’ We couldn’t help but smirk as he said that. We paid the admission, stripped down to our jocks, left our clothes in the lockers, and headed into the darkened passageways of the bathhouse. It didn’t take long for me to be on my knees as my assistant skull-fucked me. He had just cum inside my boy, and while he had no problem getting hard, he wasn’t ready to blow his wad yet. Plus, he told me, he wanted to loose his load up my hungry asshole, not down my throat. I pulled off and wound up blowing about six guys, most of whom came down my throat or all over my face. My assistant licked the seed off of my mouth, and spat it onto my hole, working it in with his fingers. On my knees, he plowed into me, pulling my jockstrap for leverage. One of the guys I had blown leaded forward and chewed on my ear. ‘I’m POZ, you know… That’s what I came on your face… Hope you’re ok with my load lubing your ass for that guy’s cock…’ I just moaned. My assistant lost his load deep in my guts, and pulled out. The POZ guy I had blown cleaned my assistant’s cock off for me and dribbled everything in his mouth into mine. Simply delicious. We went looking for our dates, and found them in a big sweaty pile, my boy bouncing up and down on a stranger’s dick, with another one down his throat. The twink was raw-topping two heavy-set guys, on their knees side by side, making out with each other. He’d plow one hole for a few strokes before pulling out and sliding into the other one. He started to loose his load in one guy, and pulled out to shoot the rest on the other. My assistant knelt down and worked his boy’s load into both open holes. The twink’s toxic load, and my assistant’s load, in my hole got pushed deeper by another two burly tops who both had their way with me as I watched the sweaty scene unfold. My assistant got fucked by a few guys, some of whom were clearly POZ, either from tattoos or wasting, but the twink put us all to shame. He took over six loads that night, working his expert slutty ass on cocks of all sizes, shapes, and colors. We left after a few hours of fun, sweaty and cum-drenched. In the car ride home, my assistant told us that he met the twink online in a chasers forum and that he’d started taking all loads only recently, and was finally actively chasing. We told them that we weren’t actively looking for it, but swapped cum with a bunch of guys and almost never asked about status. The twink held my boy’s hand and told him that he’d be happy to line up POZ cocks for him anytime. We kissed each other goodbye, lingering long enough to swipe a few fingers into cummy asses and get a goodnight taste before parting ways. We were both exhausted, and fell into bed covered in sweat and leaking seed. Saturday next morning we woke up, lingered in bed for a while, and fucked each other slowly, retelling our cum-swapping escapades. When we were both sated, we lay next to each other and talked honestly an openly about our mutual desire for cum. He confessed that he got hard just thinking about ‘the bug,’ and I vowed to support him and not stand in his way. I told him that I was going to keep taking loads, but not especially seeking out toxic cum. We fell back asleep and woke a few hours later to a text from the twink to my boy: PLANS FOR NEXT WEDNESDAY? CAN LINE UP SOME POZ COCK 4 U BY THEN. My boy handed me his phone, grinning, I texted back and hit SEND before asking him: BRING IT. OUR PLACE? The twink responded: YES. U HOST. I’LL B THERE WITH FRIENDS. B READY AT 7. C U THEN. To be continued…

still seeking the one to poz me up. sub bear cub here in van needs it. hit me up men

Many of the muscles that support erection are also in the same area as the rectal sphincter. Relaxing to take a dick often means not getting hard, as in my case. Am I enjoying bottoming? Hell yes. For me, a cock sliding in me is rubbing against my prostate on top of the wonderful sensation of being stretched open. If all goes well, I can get full body goosebumps, I moan and whimper uncontrollably, and get anal orgasms- all of the inner muscles start throbbing as if to ejaculate without actual ejaculation, erection, etc. The only time I might be interested in jacking is while sitting on a cock- "cowgirl" position. Even if I ejaculate, I cannot and will not make the top stop. That's just rude.

Part II. When I got to the counter to get a room and a towel, my boy was already inside. The attendant smirked at me. ‘You here for that ‘safe sex’ orgy?’ I nodded. ‘Be careful, boy. There are some known stealthers here tonight.’ He winked at me. I’d taken his load before and was pretty sure he was POZ. ‘I’d breed you again, but I only play raw…’ He buzzed me in, and I went to my booth. I figured I would get settled and out of my clothes, then maybe go cruise and see who I could trick into wearing a condom to fuck me. I wondered where my boy was, but it didn’t take me long to find him. He was in a darkened room on his back, legs in the air, with some muscle stud fucking him and a pot-bellied guy stuffing a stubby cock into his mouth. The stout man had a full condom in his hand and grunted, ‘Yeah, slut boy. Clean off that cock…’ I realized that my boy had quickly taken his first cock of the night. He slapped his cock on my boy’s face and tossed the used rubber onto my boy’s heaving chest. My boy grabbed it and tied a knot in the end and winked at me. The muscle guy roared as he came inside my boy. My heart sank when I saw him pull out. His dick was huge, and it kept sliding further and further out until I saw that the top half of it was sheathed in latex, bulging with fresh seed. He pulled the condom off and tossed it at my boy. He saw me and told me to kneel. I suckled his softening cock, tasting the artificial chemical latex residue and savoring a few droplets of fresh cum. He pulled out of my mouth and slapped me gently. ‘Shame this boy doesn’t take loads. I would have given him a gift or two…’ He strode away chuckling to himself. My boy looked up at me as a hulking ‘roided out guy lined up his cock with my boy’s ass. My boy grinned, tore off a fresh condom from the strip and handed it to him. The guy pouted, but he put it on. I eased down beside my boy and held my legs high, exposing my ass. The hulk slid into my boy and he winced. I distantly remembered how unpleasant it felt getting fucked with a rubber, and knew I would soon be feeling the same condom burn. The hulk came inside my boy’s ass and pulled out. I knew my boy would have rather had his seed soaking into his guts, so I could not understand why wanted to get fuck with wrapped cocks tonight. The hulk snapped the full rubber off his cock and tossed it in my boy’s face. My boy grinned as he tied it shut. He then stuffed it into his jockstrap’s waist, next to two other used condoms. I knew he was planning on saving that seed for some devious purpose, but I couldn’t ask him because a huge cock was shoved into my mouth. I worked my lips over this meaty shaft, tracing plump veins down to the balls. He had an intense cockring around the base of his cock and around his balls, and a thick piercing. I slobbered all over it and he pulled out, moving to my exposed ass, lubed with my boy’s cum, and slapping his dick against me. I handed him a wrapped condom, and he scoffed. He fingered my ass and knew I had a load in me already. ‘You take loads, just not mine!?! Well, fuck you!’ He started to walk away, but I stopped him by wrapping my legs around him. Only then did I see the biohazard tattoo above his groin. He glared at me. ‘Look, man. I don’t have time for bullshit.’ I looked over at my boy who was now getting fucked by a skinny black guy, and pointed to him. The guy between my legs rolled his eyes. I sat up and pulled him towards me, chewing on his ear and whispering. ‘That’s my boyfriend. We usually only fuck raw, but he’s got some kinky plan…’ He grunted approval. ‘He wants me to take 18 cocks and do something with 18 cumloads…’ The guy grunted again, slapping his cock against me. ‘Besides,’ I whispered, ‘That rubber might break, and you might get to breed me.’ He pushed me down, took the condom, and grimaced as he ripped it open and rolled over his beautiful meaty cock. He rubbed it on my ass and jammed in all the way. He pulled all the way out, and repeated. I knew he was trying to break it. And I didn’t stop him. He pulled out again, looked down, and smiled. I’m sure he saw a ripped rubber around his dick. He slapped my hole with it, and dove in whispering, ‘You know you want my load, boy.’ I nodded as he slammed into me again. He held my ankles, pumping away. I shuddered knowing I was getting rawfucked just the way I like. My POZ stud jackhammered my ass and held still, firing off inside me, adding his seed to my boyfriend’s load. He pulled out and slapped my ass, sauntering away as he shook his head. The skinny black guy came in his condom and pulled out, tossing it onto my boy’s chest. Some cum dribbled out and he scooped it up, fingering his ass a little before tying that condom closed. To be continued...

Got with a buddy that loves to have his ass played with, we are both bottoms so not really prepared for anything more than just ass play and some hot verbal. The verbal and ass play got him so turned on he decided he wanted to fuck me; i turned my ass around and let him start working me over. gave me some poppers and got his dick in there and eventually bred me. Then he gave me a piss enema. Oh did I forget to mention he is poz? oh so did he. On one site he says neg but on bbrt he says ask me. Turns out he is poz. So turned on right now, can't wait to get with him again.

My eyes were bulging, not just from the potent hot rail I had just snorted, but also from staring at this guy’s super thick cock, and wondering if I’d be able to handle that monster fucking my hole. He must have noticed that I was checking out his big cock because he said, “Wait’ll you see it fully hard.” I just said, “Oh, my god !” And, he laughed. “Don’t worry. In a few minutes you’ll be begging for it. By the way,” he said, “My name’s Trex, you know, like, ’T-Rex ?” “Glad to meet you. I’m Daniel.” Trex walked over to the closet, and unlocked two padlocks, then slid open the door. Inside, there were a couple of steel filing cabinets that were placed side by side, both of them padlocked, as well. After unlocking one of them, he slid open the top drawer and took out a bubbler, a torch, and a very large baggie. Damn ! Was that two 8-balls, or three, or more ! He carefully loaded the pipe, then handed the torch, a lighter, and the pipe to me, telling me, “Here. Work on this for a minute while I get some other things ready. We need to get your hole stretched out a little before I go in there.” I flicked the lighter and lit the torch, then placed the lighter on one of the shelves that was conveniently built into the wall, within easy reach from the sling. As I applied the torch to the bowl, I watched the shards quickly melt into a puddle. Then, I pulled the torch away, and rolled the bowl back and forth, letting the liquid Tina coat most of the inside surface of the bowl. All the while, I tried to keep one eye on Trex, curious to see what was going to happen next. I moved the torch under the bowl, and watched the Tina quickly start to swirl as I continuously rolled the bowl back and forth and moved the torch away, then back under it again, while slowly sucking the clouds down into the bong water, then up the short glass rod, and deep into my lungs, before cutting off the torch and blowing out a huge white cloud. Holy fuck ! I could easily tell that there was a world of difference between this high powered Tina and the stuff I was used to doing. Just this one hit (along with the hot rail I had done) had my heart pounding, and I felt like I was ready for anything. While I leaned over and placed the bubbler and the torch onto the shelf, Trex was unlocking another file cabinet drawer. He rummaged around for a minute, then pulled out what looked like an average size black dildo. He also had a bottle of poppers and a bottle of lube. “Let’s get you opened up a little before I fuck you,” he said. Man, that sounded good to me, considering the girth of that BBC that was slapping against his leather chaps with each step he took. What I thought was a dildo, turned out to be an inflatable butt plug, in its deflated state. As Trex gave the rubber bulb numerous squeezes, he informed me that the butt plug was 8” long by 6” around, and that it would inflate to a maximum of 9” long and 10” around. He must have seen the doubtful look on my face as I stared at the butt plug, which was now fully inflated. “Calm down,” he said. “We won’t be going that big………….unless you want to.” With that, he hit the release valve, and the butt plug quickly returned to its original size. “Okay, Danny boy; let’s try this out,” Trex said. “But, first, let’s get you flying a little higher.” He fired up the torch and handed it to me, along with the bubbler. In just a few seconds, Trex had the butt plug lubed up, and he was working two, then three, lubed fingers in and out of my hole. When he nodded his head, I started sucking the potent clouds into my lungs, as the bong bubbled wildly. At the exact same moment that I blew out a huge cloud, Trex steadily shoved the 8 by 6 butt plug all the way into my hole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was all I could say, as the Tina rushed into my brain, and my hole spasmed, from the incredible sensation of the butt plug that Trex had just jammed into me. “Just go with it,” he told me. I closed my eyes, and repeatedly let my head loll over to one side, then back again. When I opened my eyes, Trex had a big grin on his face. “Good boy,” he said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I kept moaning, as I flew ever higher. Handing the bottle of poppers to me, Trex told me to take a couple of big hits. After the first hit, I could hear a whoosh, whooshing sound, and realized that he had started squeezing the rubber bulb, inflating the butt plug that was already filling my hole. In my ears, I could feel my heart beating even more rapidly , and my chest and head flushed, feeling the hit of poppers making my head swim. “Again,” he said. “Take another hit. That’s it. Good boy.” Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Took a load this afternoon from a married buddy. He texted me after we got our meeting set up and told me he couldn't wait to kiss me. He also asked if I wanted him to breed me. Of course I said yes. When he gets here the front door closes and we kiss passionately for a few minutes and then head off to the bedroom and get naked and fall onto the bed together. Make out and rub on each other, kissing and sharing saliva. He spits into my mouth and that gets me turned on. I go down on him and then after a few minutes he wants me to rim his ass. he moans and groans and says how much he loves it. I precum a lot so i spread my precum on his ass and just inside. then he wants to feel my dick against his hole. I don't get fully hard but man i think he would let me fuck him if i was. then he wants to fuck me. he uses a little spit and finally gets in there and it's dry and i know it's causing some damage. he gives a little more spit and then the real fun starts. to my surprise he starts asking me if i like his bare cock in my ass. he wants to hear me say it. so we get very verbal and i talk like a whore and had to concentrate not to say something like poz my hole. I know that would most likely freak him out, but who knows maybe for another time. so he fucks for a few minutes and just has he is going to cum he whispers in my ear, "I love you". Aw how sweet. he kept pounding my ass for a few minutes after he came and got it nice and sloppy. On to the next breeding.

CHPT 12 – Carney Whore: The carney cum flowed in and out of my ass as I was the first ride to open at the annual Texas State Fair. The lime green sign in the window of the RV that said, ‘BUMPER CARS’ was the beacon for all the lonely or just horny workers. It should have said ‘BUMPIN PUSSY’ as much as I was getting fucked and for the other few that got fucked by Brett. At times there was literally a little line outside the RV under the shade of the canvas canopy as men sat in the chairs, smoking, drinking, waiting their turn to breed my sissy cunt. It took only two days for word to get around, between Pa selling tickets and pushing drugs, and Mr. Gleason’s men learning that a free nutt could be had – raw ass from a slut bottom – as not one man asked about wearing a condom after the first day. Not only that, they could also get a great high. For some reason, to me anyways, encouraging your workers who were setting up and then planning to run mechanical rides and other stuff did not seem like the smartest move, but it was shit awful hard work, so I guess he figured he had to do what he could to keep folks around, and what a motley mix of folks they were too. Older, younger, skinny and sick looking, fat, and everything in between, except most of them had an edge to them, a look of living hard and from my own experience could attest they played hard too. On our second day there I went looking for the black muscle guy again and found him as before, ambling along, paying no mind to anyone around, listening to his music and picking up trash with his pointed stick and dropping it in his bag. As it was still only the workers on the fair grounds there was not a lot of trash laying around, so it seemed liked he had a lot of free time. Unlike me, I didn’t have much free time at all, but followed him as long as I could and just like the first day he wound his way back to the picnic tables every hour or so to sit a bit, smoke, and chill. He also had a plastic bottle I didn’t notice the first time that he had sitting underneath the table behind one of the legs with some foul looking orange drink in it. I wondered why no one threw it away as it looked like trash and must be warm as shit, but I guess since he was the trash guy, no one cared. Day three I had literally been high and fucked almost all day and it was late before I had a chance to break away from the RV. I even had to stop and grab some napkins from a box at one of the food booths and sort of stick them in my ass crack as I was leaking spooge with every step I walked. I practically did a quick run around the fair grounds and did not see the black guy at all, so headed back to the picnic table. It was empty. Fuck. Between my sweat and the carney cum, the napkins were soaked, so I fished my hand down the back of my shorts, pulled them out in pieces, opened one of the Port-A-Potties, and tossed them in. Just as I closed the door and turned I was cornered by two of the workers that had fucked me before. They looked alike in their face and build, just a few years apart, so maybe brothers, or cousins or something, and if I recalled, they both shot really thick loads. “Hey remember us?” the older one asked. “What brings you back here? A bit far away from where you ought to be ain’t it?” I leaned a little against the door, my wet asshole quivering knowing there were two raw dicks in smelling distance, and said, “Just making a pit stop. Wanted to see how some of the rides were constructed and had to go.” The two guys smiled, and again the older one spoke, “How about a quickie? $10?” I didn’t know how much Pa was charging and replied, “Umm, I don’t have any tickets on me. Pa has those.” They both laughed, and this time the younger of the two chimed in, “No, come on. We’ll be real quick. Swear, and who needs tickets. Here, take this $20, and let’s get this done. My balls are itching and we have to be back on the line soon.” I didn’t know what the line was, but shrugged, looked around wondering where we could go that was nearby when the older one opened the Port-A-Pottie door, stepped in, and held it open for me. The sounds of him fucking me was wicked loud in that little plastic toilet, and the smell was intense. He was true to his word, shot pretty quick, and before I could bend down and pull my shorts back up he had flung the door open, stepped out, and his cohort stepped in, latched it, and slid his already hard dick right in. A minute later and two more loads up my ass, I wiped the excess cum off my hole, made sure the $20 was still in my pocket, and stepped out of the toilet to come face to face with the black guy. Oh shit! He was on the picnic table as before, but this time he was facing the line of Port-A-Potties, sitting up, a cloud of smoke hanging around his head, tapping his feet and bopping his head to the music. When I looked at him in a bit of a panic, he didn’t even react. My mind raced. Had he heard me getting fucked? Did he know? What if he told Pa? I was like a deer caught in headlights. He casually pulled his headphones off, his sweaty shoulders glistening, took another drag, squinted, and extended his hand offering me a hit. I got my faculties back inline enough to now realize he was not smoking a cigarette, but a joint, and while he had not uttered a word, I guessed this was his way of saying things were cool, so I took it, inhaled and coughed most of it back out in my nervousness, then inhaled again. He laughed and said, “Ain’t you a bit young to be smoking?” I shrugged, “Probably, I don’t really know.” The black guy looked at me quizzically and how could I explain I had no real memories of who I was, how old I was or anything – I just knew I was a sissy for Pa. Seeing him up close I realized he was older than I first thought, maybe Pa’s age, although I was not sure I was a good judge of that sort of thing. He was wearing the same clothes as before and even through the smell of the joint I could smell him and my hole winked, and cum dribbled out of my hole and down the back of my thigh. I must have been staring longer than I thought as I admired his body as he laughed, held out his hand, and I handed back the joint that had now gone out. He fished a book of matches out his pocket and on the second try got one to light, hit the joint, took a long drag, then handed it to me and said, “Here little man. Finish this up for me.” I stammered a thanks and so wanted to ask him to fuck me, but I was not sure at all if he was into it, so just watched as he stood up, put his headphones back on, grabbed his stick and bag, and turned to go. He paused, held out his hand and said, “Theodore Roosevelt, but you can call me Teddy. I’ll see you around little man.” He then took a step towards me, reached out his hand and flipped over the lanyard and plastic ID I had hanging around my neck, peered at it, and said, “Thomas Michaels. So Tom or Tommy?” Huh? What was he talking about? I looked down and realized he was looking at my picture and the name underneath on the fair ID from Mr. Gleason. No one called me anything but sissy, or cunt, or pussy, and my mind fought to come up with an answer, but Teddy just let go of the ID and as it flapped back against my chest said, “OK little man. Catch you later,” and ambled off. Teddy? Teddy Roosevelt? He couldn’t be serious. Anyways I was just finishing up the joint when another worker came to use the toilet. I had not seen him before, but he knew who I was I guess as he went into the one on the far end and left the door cracked open so I could see him standing in the shadow, stroking his dick. I glanced around, went to the door, stepped in, and he said, “Suck it.” After seeing Teddy I needed more than that so I just shook my head, dropped my shorts, bent over, and said, “Give me your load. No charge. Just fuck me.” The guy hesitated, but then fingered my wet ass, moaned a little, positioned himself and slid right in. While he fucked me I pictured Teddy in my mind, wishing it was him and far too soon the guy shot then just stood there. I guess he had to go, so I wiped off, closed the door behind me, adjusted my hard dick in my shorts, and headed back to the RV. Brett was inside, so I quietly opened up the back panel, fished around, found my box, and went to put the cash I had just made in it. No. Wait. I could not keep getting the box out here, had to be a better place where no one would see me. I closed the hatch, grabbed a dirty t-shirt that was draped over one of the chairs beside the RV, wrapped the box, then went inside and straight to the bathroom, ignoring Brett who was sitting at the table watching some show on a little black and white TV he had stolen some place. I quickly looked around, trying to find a place I could hide the box and looked up – yes that may work. In the roof of the RV bathroom was a fan with a metal casing. On the inside of the casing there were no screws, it just slid to the side on two little metal tracks. I slid the fan cover back, stuck my hand around in the space between the ceiling and roof of the RV, and even though it was a tight fit I found a little niche and was able to jam my box into the hole. I slid the cover back, wiped the sweat off my forehead from being so scared, but sighed in relief feeling my box, with its numbers and now stash of cash, was safe. The rest of the evening was fairly quiet. Pa, Brett, and I ate some pasta for dinner that Brett cooked on the little stove in the RV. It was awful, and I was not really hungry, but ate some anyways. About 9:30 a drunk carney came by to fuck and Pa told him to come back tomorrow, but then a few minutes later we heard him and another guy having a fight in the parking lot, so we all went out to watch. After that little show, the day ended like every other - with Pa and Brett unloading me in me before we laid down to sleep although I tended to just nap a bit here and didn’t really sleep anymore. I figured between my shots in the mornings and the drugs, I was just too wired and my mind raced all night thinking about Teddy, wondering how his black dick would feel nutting in me, and who would fuck me tomorrow. The next morning, day four at the fair, was humid, with clouds hanging low and menacing over the city, and I was awoken by someone banging on the door signaling time for me to get back to work being a sissy cunt. The guy only wanted to get sucked off, which to me was a waste, but I swallowed his load and then to Brett’s frustration pushed his hard dick away and said I needed a walk. Before I left, I grabbed a paper bag from under the sink, then headed out for a short circuit around the parking lot. The lot where we were parked and one other over by the animal barns was where most of the carney campers, RVs, and tractor trailers were parked. Most everyone was already on the grounds, so I took advantage and decided what I needed to do was help Teddy out. The first RV I checked out I found nothing, but the second – jackpot! There were some t-shirts hanging on a little clothesline strung on the side of the camper and I snagged two of the white ones and stuffed them in the paper bag figuring no one could identify a plain white shirt. By one of the semis I found a lighter setting by a beer can that had been cut in half for an ashtray. I was tempted to try looking in one of the RVs that I saw a guy just leave out of, but thought better of it, and cautiously wound my way towards the picnic tables trying to avoid being seen or noticed. Teddy was not there, but I figured he would be soon, so I set the paper bag with the stuff I had stolen on the ground by his plastic bottle of drink, pulled a little baggy out of my pocket and a straw and snorted some Tina, and waited. I was sweating, horny, and anxious and about ready to leave when a Hispanic guy came by. He smiled when he saw me, “Hola puta!” he said, and grabbed a handful of dick through his jeans and shook it a little as he continued smiling. I smiled back, he licked his lips, and I asked, “Do you want to fuck? Got any cash?” He just kept smiling and grabbing at his dick even though I was sure he understood what I said, so I held up both hands, “$10 dollars?” as I wiggled my fingers to try to make the point. He frowned, “No no no,” so I shook my head as to say ‘whatever’, stood up, went to the last Port-A-Pottie, stepped in, dropped my shorts and waited. His dick was average and a little spit and rough thrust and he was inside me in an instant. Once he was in as far as he could go, I clamped my ass, he reached around and grabbed my nipples and started pinching them as he kissed my neck and pounded me. He fucked me fast and furious and when his dick jumped, I knew he was unloading in me. One last hard pinch of my nipples and he pulled out, pulled up his pants and left. I was so fucking frustrated and felt like while I did want to please the guys who fucked me, shouldn’t I enjoy it to? Yeah I liked being fucked, but hell, just as it feels like my ass is opening up, getting nice and wet, and I start feeling good they are done. My shorts were still around my ankles as I reached down, grabbed my baggy, snorted some more, and then looked up as the plunk plunk plunk echoing off the plastic roof let me know it had started to rain. Shit. I was standing there confused about what to do for some reason when I was startled by the toilet door opening and almost fell over sideways tripping on my shorts and my own feet trying to turn back around. All I could do was stare open mouthed, my hard dick giving myself away as Teddy stepped into the toilet, his wet chest brushing against my arms forcing me to lean back a little to make room. Teddy shook himself, drops of water running down his face before he took his left hand, wiped what he could off his face then pulled his dirty t-shirt out of his back pocket and finished the job. Teddy slung his now wet shirt over his shoulder, fished around in his pocket and pulled out the lighter I had stolen, and lit the joint that he was holding in his mouth. He squinted his eyes, held the smoke, then blew it out before asking me, “This yours?” as he held the lighter out. “Umm…no...I mean yes...I…I brought it for you, the shirts too. Thought maybe you might want them.” Teddy took another hit of the joint and the rain was coming down harder now sounding like an army on the march to war. With the smoke filling the tiny space, Teddy set the joint between his teeth again, spun me around, and rammed two gingers up my cum filled ass. I yelped, leaned forward having to brace myself against the back of the toilet, and tried to wiggle away from the invaders as his fingers dug at my insides. “Stop. I don’t like that,” I said. The pressure from the fingers in my ass only increased as they explored my hole. Teddy took the joint from his lips with his right hand and set it causally, yet firmly, on my right shoulder as he growled, “Tough shit. I don’t care what you like little man.” I was moaning loudly now in pain and pleasure as Teddy fingered my cummy ass. I wanted him to fuck me so bad and started begging, pleading, but Teddy did not respond. He just kept digging at my hole while he finished his joint. Once his smoke was down to nothing but a nub, he tossed it into the open toilet hole, yanked his fingers out of my hole, kicked the door open, and pulled me out of the Port-A-Pottie backwards by the back of shirt. I was scared shitless as I was almost bare ass naked in public while Teddy roughly pushed me against the end of the picnic table and pressed his body hard against mine, the pouring rain now soaking us both and blurring everything around me as the water cascaded over my eyes. “FUCKING SPLINTERS!!” I yelled as I shifted a little and tried to reach around to feel my ass. “Let me look,” Teddy said, so I turned around, offering my hole up, which was slick now from the rain. Teddy hauled off and slapped my ass hard – WHACK! My body jerked, he slapped me again – WHACK – leaving a matching handprint on the other cheek. The heavens really opened up now and lighting flashed and thunder boomed, causing Teddy to pause. I started to turn around to say we should get inside, but before I could Teddy grabbed my hips and I felt a massive, fleshy knot push into my hole. “TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE STOP. OUCH THAT HURTS!” I cried. Teddy did not say a word as he thrust harder, splitting my ass open and using the rainstorm to slick up my hole and his dick. I braced myself on the table wishing I was higher. This had been what I wanted. What I thought about the past few days and it hurt like fucking hell! His dick was far bigger than any other I had taken so far at the fair, yet mixed in with that pain was a pleasure that radiated out of my ass and swelled through me like his dick was swelling inside my guts. Teddy then pushed my chest flat onto the picnic table, dug his nails and fingers hard into my sides, and continued to spear me with his raw dick. Any tears of pain were washed away quickly and any fear I had of being caught was lost in the torrent of pleasure and pain I was now feeling. Just as my body relaxed a little and my hole seemed to open wider for the black monster, Teddy stopped, slowly eased his dick out, slapped my ass hard a couple more times – WHACK! – then said, “Pull your shorts up.” Shaking with need I stood up, pulled my shorts up and watched as Teddy grabbed the paper bag with the t-shirts I had brought, his drink bottle, tried to adjust his mammoth hard dick in his basketball shorts before giving up, then stepped back over to me, shoved his right hand down the back of my shorts and jammed three fingers into my hole before snarling, “We ain’t done yet. Come on.” I felt like a fucking puppet as Teddy led me towards the shed where he took the trash with his fingers up my ass guiding each step. We only passed one other person and he had his head down, the rain like a waterfall off his cowboy hat, so he did not even notice I was being finger raped in front of him. When we got to the shed Teddy handed me the keys with his left hand and told me which one to use to unlock it, all the while keeping his fingers up my ass, dancing around, keeping my hole open and primed. The wind had picked up and the door flew back with a bang as I released the lock and latch. Teddy finger-fuck-walked me in, reached out, pulled the door shut, then with his fingers still up my ass, pulled his shorts down over his sneakers and stepped out of them. By turning my head to the left, I could see his glistening, wet body and his throbbing dick bouncing, waiting, ready and set to jump back inside me and my guts clenched and I trembled. Teddy laughed and wiggled his fingers, “You’re a nasty hoe aren’t you. A desperate little man cunt huh? I seen you following me. Checking me out. First couldn’t figure it, but then I eyed you working the folks, bending over like a whore in the toilets. You want this dick? Huh?” I moaned yes, but instead of giving me what I needed, Teddy pulled his fingers out of my ass, licked them one at a time savoring the taste of my hole, then told me, “Shit ain’t free – you hear me? How much cash you got on you?” Cash? He wanted me to pay him? I was the one who got paid. My hungry ass squashed further argument in my head as I dug into my pockets and realized I had no cash, but held up my bag of Tina instead. Teddy shook his head, “You need that. Not me. I got my 420 and that shit will give you Tina dick you know? Alright, here’s the deal, you got 10 minutes to get back here with $40, that is if you think you can take a real fucking.” I gaped and stammered – what? Teddy just smiled, smacked his dick a couple times making it bounce like an Olympic gymnast, then walked over and sat down in a rusty folding chair against one wall, took off his cap, pulled another joint out of a baggy he had tucked at the front, lit it, and smiled. I stood there for a second then said, “OK, I’ll be right back.” Teddy just smiled through the haze of smoke now circling his head as I stepped back out into the rain, closed the door, and ran to beat hell to the RV. Luckily Pa and Brett were both out and the RV was locked. I had tried to think of some excuse to tell them if they were there of why I had to go back out in the storm and had come up with nothing, so felt lucky. My luck then ran out as I dug out my metal box from the ceiling and realized I only had a $20 from the two guys who fucked me yesterday. Fuck. Where was the money Brett gave me? I hid my box, went into the bedroom, rifled through the various shorts and pants on the floor with no luck. Shit. Was my time up? I did grab another baggy full of powder, took two huge hits, shook the burn off, and remembered Pa’s stash. I ran to the front of the RV, pulled up the carpet under the driver’s seat, found Pa’s stack of bills, counted out two $5s and ten $1s, and dashed back outside. I stopped, turned back around, locked the RV back up, and ran as fast as I could back to the trash building. I was afraid I was late, but Teddy was sitting in the same chair smiling like he had won the fucking lottery when I stumbled through the door, soaked beyond wet as the storm had only intensified. His body looked dry now, just a little damp, and as I looked at him, my ass started twitching again and I asked, “Want to fuck me again?” Teddy put out the joint on the floor, stood up, walked over to me, turned me around, yanked my shorts down and drove his fingers back up my ass. “You got my money?” he asked. I just nodded and moaned and then sighed as he pulled his fingers out, reached down into my shorts and found the money in my front pocket. He also found my bag of powder, which he handed to me and said, “You better hit this hard, cause I’m going to hit that hole hard. I don’t like a bitch that tries to run, you understand? If you want this dick, you let me fuck how I want. You try to run and I’m done.” I swallowed hard, nodded, took the baggie, did four long snorts back to back, two in each nostril, and swayed a little bit from the rush and burn in my head. My eyes watered, my vision trembled, and it sounded like bells were ringing in my head. I looked at Teddy suddenly a little afraid, he smiled while causally stroking his dick, “Those are tornado warning sirens. The storm must have spit out a twister somewhere in the county. Unusual for a storm to do that so early in the day, but don’t worry. They never hit this part of town.” I took little comfort in his words. “Grab those ankles,” Teddy growled. I was not sure what he meant and sort of stood there until he roughly grabbed the back of my head, bent me forward, “GRAB THOSE FUCKING ANKLES I SAID.” Teddy then stepped behind me, I watched him adjust his footing, making his stance a little wider, a slight bend in his knees, and then his black horse dick started to nuzzle at my hole, eager for my sugar walls. While my body was still wet from the rain, his dick was dry, “Can you spit on it?” I asked. Teddy did not reply as he slowly folded his hands and fingers around the curve of my hipbones then pushed his body forward, piercing my hole with his dick. I gasped in pain, let go of my ankles and started to stand up when Teddy said, “Remember what I said?” My legs shook as I grabbed my ankles again and Teddy restarted his invasion of my ass. Every millimeter of raw dick felt like a thousand needles, while at the same time I was being held over an open flame. Teddy pushed harder, my hole resisted, he gripped my flesh, eased his dick out a little and slammed as hard as he could. I cried out but did not let go of my ankles. Several more times Teddy repeated the process of pulling back, then slamming in a little further, stretching me open, making my poor ass take him like he wanted. “RELAX THAT FUCKING PUSSY! DON’T FUCKING CLAMP UP! RELAX THAT PUSSY!” Teddy ordered me. I tried, I really did. My mind said I was trying anyways, but I guess my ass was not cooperating enough for Teddy. Slowly Teddy eased his dick back the length of my guts until just the head was inside my hole. I could feel his dick pulse, twitch and jump as my flesh was straining to contain him. I thought he had decided to take it easy on me and let a sigh of relief and relaxed a little, thankful for the pause in the war on my hole. I was wrong. Teddy was lulling me into submission for as soon as he felt the tension release from my body he slammed his dick into me as hard as he could. I could not help it – I screamed – jerked – flailed – and saw stars from the shock of it. Teddy paused again and started to count, “One…..Two….” I got the hint, and though I felt like I could not breathe and that I had been drawn and quartered like some Middle Age criminal, I bent back over and grabbed my ankles. This time I saw the whole fucking Milky Way and if Teddy had not been holding me in a death grip and if I had not been impaled on his dick, I know I would have fallen over. As I moaned and ached and took his fuck, I had a blinding flashback of another time – another rape – another black dick using me – Curtis. Yes Curtis. For a second my memory of the past took over the present and they were one and the same and then it was gone. What had been so vivid and clear like a flash of lightening was now clouded over again by the storms in my mind. With the storm raging outside, Teddy deep dicked me all the while telling me what a good pussy I was for Daddy. Who the fuck was Daddy? Did he mean Pa? Then Teddy started saying, “Tell Daddy you like that black dick. Tell Daddy you want that black dick in that pussy. Tell Daddy…” OK, I got it now. He was Daddy. “FUCK ME DADDY. GIVE ME THAT CUM. FUCK MY WHITE HOLE. YOU LIKE THAT WHITE PUSSY DADDY? FUCK IT HARDER DADDY. FUCK IT!!” I was lost in lust and the need to feel his black dick deeper and deeper. Teddy grunted when he let his cum fly and I pushed back on his dick eager for every drop. He then yanked his dick out of my ass, pushed me forward hard into the pile of trash bags stacked against the wall, and as I fought to create a breathing space Teddy adjusted the trash bags under me so that they elevated my hips and exposed my hole, which he jumped right back into. “FUCK BITCH, THAT PUSSY CREAMING ON MY DICK. EATING UP THAT DADDY DICK. TAKING THOSE BABIES DEEP. WANT SOME MORE BABIES? FUCK YEAH BITCH – PUSH BACK ON IT, PUSH BACK, RIDE THAT BLACK DICK, RIDE IT!” The mix of the smell of trash, the storm raging outside, the echo of my memories and his monster shredding my hole and filling me with his Texas Baby Batter was almost too much. The harder he fucked me, the harder I pushed back, and realized why I had been frustrated earlier. I need to be fucked by a real man and used right like a sissy cunt should be used – not like somebody’s church wife. Round two ended with Teddy laying on top of me, my only air coming from the small hole I created by laying my face in the crook of my arm. Teddy took his time sliding out of my ass this time and worked his two loads in nice and deep. Like a good bottom I immediately turned around, got on my knees and licked his dick clean, tasting the tang of the mix of loads, and more. Teddy went over and sat in the metal chair, fished another joint out, hit it, then offered it to me. I felt no shame standing there naked, my dick hard as shit and my ass aching for more. Teddy said, “Turn around. Let me inspect that pussy as I don’t need to be seeing your little man parts and how you keep that shit hard snorting I’ll never know.” I dutifully turned around and moaned in pleasure as Teddy fingered my cum filled hole and pushed back on his fingers wanting more. “No little man, I’m drained for now. If you want some more, come find me. And you better have those pockets lined. Nothing is free.” Five minutes later I was standing alone in the rain, my hole was throbbing from the fuck down. Before I left the trash shed Teddy had given me a list of shit he wanted me to bring him in addition to cash – sneakers, a new baseball cap, some food, a bottle of peach schnapps, and some more t-shirts. When I asked how the fuck I was supposed to get that stuff he just laughed, slapped my ass and said, “Like I give a shit bitch. You do what Daddy asks. End of discussion. You need to pay tribute to your Daddy.” So while mulling that over, as well as my hunger for more dick, I made my way towards the animal arenas and barns. The first building I ducked into and wandered around I found a couple old guys – like grandpa old – sitting in an office waiting out the storm. However, the next building I had better luck when I had no more than opened the door when I heard a boisterous “PUTA!!” followed by several men laughing. The Hispanic guy who had fucked me earlier was with several other guys, all sitting on bales of hay and embroiled in some serious card playing from the looks of the pile of cash in the middle of them. They were all smoking, drinking, and have a grand time waiting out the storm and as the party crasher, I guess they figured I had to chip something in to the party and it was my ass. After taking a few big snorts of powder and then quickly losing my powder to some grabby hands, I was naked, on my back on a bale of hay with my legs up and a thick, uncut dick fucking my cum filled ass. I was high as shit and they were just speaking Spanish, so it was a bit surreal, and all I kept thinking about was how I wished they were Teddy pounding my hole. Next thing I know, our revelry was interrupted by the sound of Brett’s voice. “What the fuck sissy? We’ve been worried sick. Pa and I have been looking for you from one side of this God damn fair ground to the other.” I glanced at Brett, the euphoria of being fucked silly all over my face as I reached down and spread my hole open with my hands so he could see the fresh cum. All I heard was Brett exclaim, “SHIT!” and next thing I knew he was buck ass naked and his dick was buried to the hilt, pounding my wet hole to beat Jesus as the Hispanic guys all hooted and hollered and egged him on. Once he got his nutt, Brett was all serious again, got me dressed, put his clothes on, and then walked me back to the RV. The rain had let up to an annoying drizzle at this point and we were met at the RV by a ferocious Pa who ranted and raved and sounded like a fucking mad man. I ignored him and stumbled to the back and dropped onto the bed. With my eyes closed everything soon faded away as I reached down and started fingering my ass, outlining my shredded hole and reveling in the copious cum that flowed out. Hmmm…. Yes, it was good being a carney whore. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 13: Drug Mule **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

This all happened about eighteen months ago and I found it all very horny. I've changed the names though as I wouldn't want to give anyone away.... About once a month I have to spend a couple of days up in the West Midlands for work and it was while I was up there that I met Adrian. His company was doing some work with mine and we got on well from the start. He was small and blond, early to mid thirties and a bit geeky looking, especially when he was wearing his glasses. We flirted with each other quite a bit but I knew he had a partner so I didn't really think anything would come of it. Towards the end of his work with us, Adrian suggested going out for something to eat and then going for a few drinks after work. We went for a meal and then onto a bar nearby. After a few drinks the talk turned to relationships and then onto sex. As the talk grew more explicit, Adrian wasn't troubling to hide his hard on and neither was I. Soon we were in a toilet cubicle and Adrian's trousers and pants were down at his ankles. I sucked his cock and a couple of times he bent over the toilet and I rimmed him, licking his hole while he wanked. This pushed him over the edge and I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of cum. We had a few more drinks and Adrian asked me if I was up for a threesome. He explained that his boyfriend, Darren, was a total top. This suited him most of the time but now and then he liked to fuck and usually only got the chance when they had a threesome. He said they normally only played together and also stressed that they always played safe. I would have preferred bareback, but I did fancy Adrian and when he showed me a picture of his partner the deal was clinched. Darren was a tall ginger lad, just my type. We arranged that we would meet for drinks the next time I was up and take it from there. A few weeks later we met in a bar after work and I discovered that Darren was even better looking than his pictures suggested. I was well up for being fucked by both him and Adrian. I am more of a top than a bottom but every now and then I love to be fucked and this was definitely one of those times. After a meal and some more drinks we went back to their place where they had invited me to spend the night and within minutes Adrian and Darren's pants were down and I was on my knees sucking first one then the other. Darren had a long, thick cock and I couldn't wait to get it up my arse even if it had to be with a condom. We sucked, licked and rimmed for a while - at one point they were kneeling side by side on the bed and I was rimming them - moving from Adrian's smooth arse hole to Darren's hairy ginger one - it was very horny. It was time to fuck and Adrian produced the condoms and the lube and I bent over the bed. Adrian put on a condom and began to fuck me. He fucked me well and I sucked on Darren's cock as he shafted me. Then he moved me on to my back and lifted my legs up. He pushed his cock back up me and began to fuck as Darren squatted over me and pushed his hairy arse hole into my face and I rimmed him as Adrian fucked me harder. When Adrian had shot his load he pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom. Darren pulled me up and bent me over the bed. I could hear Adrian noisily taking a piss in the toilet as Darren stood behind me and I could feel his cock pushing against me. He was rubbing his cock head over my hole and then he began to push it up me. I Knew he wasn't wearing a condom and he whispered "you like this, don't you?" as he pushed it right up me and began to fuck me slowly. Then we heard Adrian coming back and he pulled out. When Adrian came back in to the room Darren was carefully rolling a condom over his cock ready to fuck me. This fuck with Darren was a bit disappointing - he lost his hard-on a couple of times and in the end he didn't come. I had been well fucked by Adrian though and I enjoyed the whole experience. During the night something woke me and I couldn't get back to sleep. They had told me to make myself at home so I pulled on my pants and went downstairs in search of a cold drink. A few minutes later I heard someone coming quietly down the stairs. It was Darren, wearing just a pair of black Armani pants which did nothing to hide his hard on. He grinned and came towards me. He pulled me into a little recess area near the back door and soon we were kissing. I was wanking him and he had his hand down the back of my pants and his finger was up my hole. I was still lubed from earlier and he just turned me round, pulled my pants down and pushed his cock against my hole. I pulled my cheeks apart and he pushed right up me and began to fuck. I was now getting the hard, horny fuck I had hoped for earlier from Darren, pants down in a corner of the kitchen while his boyfriend was sleeping upstairs. He fucked me hard and fast and soon his breathing got heavier and he started fucking me harder as he began to come right up me. When he pulled out I licked his cock clean and he laughed and asked "You're a dirty cunt, aren't you?" The next morning Darren had to go to work and when he had gone Adrian made me some breakfast. He asked if I was in any hurry to get away and I said I wasn't. He said he was horny again and asked if I was up for another session. He was wearing jogging bottoms and a T shirt and as he said this he leant back, showing me that his cock was hard. He got his cock out and I began to suck him again. We went upstairs and he led me in to what was obviously a spare bedroom. I sucked and rimmed him some more and then he said he would love to fuck me again. His voice changed and he sounded a bit nervous as he said "the only thing is I...err... I don't think we've got any more condoms". I didn't think for a minute that he really didn't have any condoms but I didn't want to appear to eager, so pretended to hesitate and said I never really did it bareback. He said neither did he and after a while I let him "talk me into it." His eyes lit up and soon I was kneeling on the bed and Adrian was pushing his bare cock up my arse. He had fucked me well the night before but this time he was much more into it and also more vocal, telling me how good it felt to fuck me bareback and how he was going to come right up my arse. He started fucking faster and when he started coming he wrapped his arms round me and pushed his cock right up me, telling me to take his fucking load. It was very horny - especially as he had no idea his boyfriend had dumped a load up me just a few hours earlier. It was a great fuck but there was more to come as Adrian turned me over and went down on my cock. I thought he was going to suck me off and I was close to coming but to my surprise he took the lube and rubbed some on his arse and then climbed on top of me, took hold of my cock and guided it towards his arse hole. He pushed down and my cock went right up him. He groaned "oh fuck, yeah" and started to ride me. After a while he climbed off me and bent over the bed. I stood behind him and pushed my cock up him again. I was soon close to coming and I told him so "Do it," he moaned "fucking do it. Come up my arse." I moaned and started to shoot what I knew was a big load of spunk right up his arse. I had now seen a totally different side to Adrian. I never saw Darren again but I met up with Adrian the next couple of times I was in the area. The first time we went for a few drinks after work and he ended up back at my hotel on his back with his legs in the air as I fucked him bareback and he begged me to fuck him harder and spunk up his cunt. The second time was a quickie when he came by my hotel on his way to work. He was already lubed up and he just dropped his pants and bent over, telling me to fuck him and load him up. When I had shot my load up him he pulled his pants up and went of to work. I found the whole experience really horny and also quite funny. They were both so obviously into bareback sex. I have since wondered if they have been honest with each other or if they are still carefully using condoms in front of each other and barebacking behind each other's backs.

Uncle Jim Alex was a budding drug user that was will initiated to meth use by being thrown in the deep end with generous slams. That first night Alex was well fucked that first night and he loved every second, inch and cc of what he got that night. Sure it was most likely the drugs, but Alex was already experimenting with pot, the leap to crystal was easy for Uncle Jim to get him to make. Alex was receptive to the drugs, what he wasn't aware of was the fact that Uncle Jim was HIV positive and the points his uncle used to slam him with were needles that his uncle had used before to slam himself. Uncle Jim wasn't taking any chances, Alex was going to be his HIV son. Alex crashed for the next couple of days after his first night partying. It didn't take long before Alex began to feel 'under the weather'. Uncle Jim cared for his nephew as he kept Alex in bed although he wanted to see his friend Nick. He had learned a lot from his uncle and wanted to share his good friend. While Alex was recovering from the fuck flu, unaware that he was becoming toxic himself, he asked his uncle to teach him how to slam himself. Uncle Jim let his nephew know hat there are several ways to do Tina and he will teach him every way as long as he could join him when he got Nick high. Uncle Jim had a plan and Alex was interested. A couple days after Alex was feeling better he invited Nick over to smoke some primo weed. Right before Nick arrived he took a couple bite pills his uncle gave him that would help him get (and stay) hard. They lit up the joint with Alex urging Nick to take large hits as he took small hits. This gave Nick more of the joint that had an ample supply of Tina. As the two got high, Nick higher than Alex, Alex had his moment to ask how Nick was enjoying the pot. Nick was loving the pot as he smoked the last of the joint. Alex moved in so that he could make his move I his friend. Nick was receptive to his friend's advancements. When Alex put his mouth on his friend's 6 1/2" cock hit gave him access to Nick's virgin ass. Alex knew what he had to do to get his friend higher and more receptive to the advancements he was making. This distraction made it easy for Alex to slip a couple small shards into Nick's hole. Nick felt the sight burn As Alex played with his hole. Despite the burn Nick was feeling he was starting to enjoy the attention his ass was getting. This allowed Alex to slip more of his finger (and more Tina) further into his hungry hole. While the drugs and stimulation were working his mind Alex moved on to the next step in the plan, planting the seed to get higher. Nick was very open to going hover just as Alex had done the night of his birthday. A little more Tina in his hole and Alex's suction in his cock had Nick practically begging to go higher. Uncle Jim had a plan Alex didn't know about which was to use a point that he used in when he taught Alex how to slam a couple days before knowing that this dirty point would bring Nick into their new family. The points were already prepared when Alex pulled them out from where he had them stashed along with a tourniquet. Nick watched with fascination as Alex fixed the rubber tourniquet on his left, muscular bicep. Without saying a word he used an alcohol prep on a prominent vein and quickly stuck the point in before Nick could say anything. There was the brief flash of blood before the large slam was emptied. When the tourniquet was pulled off Nick felt the drug move up his arm and into his chest causing him to cough as he rode his first rush. Nick never noticed that his 7" hard on had disappeared as Uncle Jim appeared and stated to rim Nick's hungry hole. This gave Alex an opportunity to give Nick his cock to suck as he prepared his own slam. Nick want and to watch as Alex administered his own slam. He fixed his tourniquet, swabbed a his vein then did his point home. With Uncle Jim's teaching, Alex made that this slam a lot milder compared to the his first slam and the one Nick had just received. Alex coughed out as he began to ride his own rush while Uncle Jim prepared Nick's hole fit Alex to fuck. Alex and Uncle Jim traded places allowing Alex to position his death stick at Nick's neg hole. Alex paused a moment as he began to reflect on the consequences of what he was wait to do, fuck a poz load inside his hunk of a friend. The thought of knocking his friend up just as his uncle had done to him. A reflected on the news when his uncle told him that he had pozzed his ass. This actually brought Alex and his Uncle Jim close. Alex fucked his friend with a passion and dropped a good size load into his friend. After he had drained his cock Uncle Jim took his place ass fucked Alex's toxic sperm deeper into Nick's formerly virgin (and soon to be poz) ass. They all had more slams as the afternoon progressed into night into the next day. Nick had been away from home longer than he had planned. This caused his parents to worry. When he finally returned home his parents wanted to ground the 19 year old. Nick wouldn't hear any of what his parents were telling him. He had been pondering this moment ever sine he admitted to himself at the age of 10 that he was gay. He went to his room, packed his things, went to his parents and told then he was gay and walked out the door.

Double Shot on The Rocks – The wind was rattling the windows as the Arctic air forced its way through the very walls of the apartment. The whole building seemed to be shaking and trembling as the remnants of last night’s storm passed over the city. My hopes for finding a hot dick to keep me warm were dashed as everyone online seemed huddled up and content to stay inside, but then the phone rang. “Hey B,” Victor said. He called everyone ‘B’, no matter what their name was. It was hard to hear him on his worthless cell phone, but I could tell he was outside and even harder to hear when he lowered his voice and said, “I got someone for you. Can we come through? He’s got a big one.” I paused before replying. I was horny, but sometimes Victor was too much. He was mostly straight, but liked to fuck ass raw when he was high and I enjoyed taking his nice 9-inch, big black cock. Victor was also a total freak into role play, verbal, and watching me get nutted up by his street friends. The problem came when he smoked too much and then he became a mess. That Victor I did not like. “Come on B, its bitch ass cold out and we need some place to lay up a few and chill, you hear me? Come on man.” My hungry ass decided for me for me, “OK, come on. About how long?” I replied. I spent the next 10 minutes getting things set up – straight gangbang porn vid playing, a big bottle of lube and some towels discreetly set by the living room chairs, an ashtray and pack Newport 100s out as Victor smoked those too. I also moved my padded storage bench around for extra seating and a handy place to get fucked on, and set a couple of incense burning by the front door so the neighbors would not smell whatever Victor planned to smoke. The phone rang, I buzzed them into the apartment building, and anxiously waited by the front door peaking through the peep hole and watching the elevator. I saw two men get off and come my way so I opened the door and let Victor in, followed by his friend. I closed the door, locked it, and Victor was already soothing his friend like one would a nervous horse at the races, “See man, told you my man B was cool. Look at that? Damn bitch taking that dick! This’ll be good man. Told you we could hang out. Got some smokes too, and plenty to drink.” I went into the living room as Victor and his friend were shaking off the cold and staring at the gangbang flick. The white girl was being pummeled in all three holes and Victor and his friend were both staring at the scene, hunger written all over the faces. “I can hang your coats up if you like,” I offered. Victor and the other guy took off their hats, coats, gloves, and even a couple of sweat shirts and sweaters and piled them up on my arms. While I made space in the closet Victor came down the hall and whispered, “Hey B, I told him you’d help us a out a little aiight? I promise man, it’ll be worth it.” I nodded, familiar with Victor’s old trick of waiting until he got inside my place before mentioning he would want a little cash for his trouble and patted my pocket where I had already counted out some $20s. Victor went on to the bathroom and I went to the living room to ask his friend what he’d like to drink. The guy just stood staring at the TV and I could tell he had already been smoking. After a moment he replied, “Rum,” so I went to the kitchen, mixed him a rum and coke, a vodka for Victor and grabbed myself a beer, which I slammed half of before delivering their drinks, slammed the rest of my beer and grabbed another. They settled into the easy chairs as I perched on the bench like a kid outside the principals’ office not sure if I was going to be punished or rewarded as Victor rambled on about the cold, the porn, and nonsense stuff, while I scoped out his friend. Victor’s friend was a bit older than me, taller, with a beard that was fairly thick and which stuck out giving him a wild look. Up close, he was a bit dusty and had a pretty strong odor like stale piss mixed with sweat, so likely a street dude. I didn’t mind and my ass twitched in anticipation. I downed the rest of my second beer, grabbed another, and quickly finished that one too. I was feeling a buzz now and when I refilled their drinks and grabbed my fourth, Victor emptied his pockets, ready to get the show on the road. I had set out a large, navy blue dinner plate I kept just for his visits. I had learned the hard way that Victor was messy and he did not pay much mind to where he set his hot pipe or ashes. Victor’s drug of choice is crack and while he smokes weed most days, it’s when he smokes crack that he most often wants my raw ass. His friend had still barely said a word since he arrived and Victor was doing enough talking for both of them. I watched their drug dance as they set out their supplies, divided up their little baggies, handed a lighter back and forth, both frantic to get to the smoke. I kept extra lighters on hand and his friend nodded in appreciation when I handed it to him and said in a deep, raspy voice, “Thanks.” Almost like a synchronized dance routine, Victor and his friend moved in unison now as they carefully put the rock in their glass pipes, flicked their lighters, and inhaled the smoke deep while turning their pipes back and forth between their finger and thumb as a smell like burning plastic filled the apartment. Victor finished his rock first, set his pipe on the plate, unzipped his jeans, fished out his dick, and started whacking hard as he talked a mile a minute, saying how wet that white girl’s pussy being fucked on TV looked, how those guys were stretching her good, how he wanted to see the close up of them fucking her in the ass. Victor then got quiet for a minute, his eyes glazed and fixed on the TV as he continued to jack his dick, his mouth silently working, but no words came out. He then stood up, his pants fells around his ankles and he looked at me and said, “Give me a $20 and you can suck my dick for me.” I looked from Victor to his friend, and his friend just continued slowly smoking, closing his eyes as he held the smoke, seemingly oblivious to all else. I reached into my pocket, pulled out a $20, set it on the table by the plate, got on my knees, opened my bottle of poppers and sniffed deep, then slowly slid my mouth down Victor’s drooling dick as he moved his hand up his body and started tweaking his left nipple. Victor was mumbling now, “Suck that cock, suck that cock,” as he pushed his hips forward, his dick sliding in and out of my lips. I would pause now and then to hit my poppers and each hit helped relax my throat, letting me take more and more of him until his balls were resting on my chin and my throat was stuffed with his 9-inch shaft. I was ready to get fucked, so I pulled back, reached around the side of the chair and grabbed the lube, squirted some on my fingers, wet my hole, hit the poppers, shifted the padded storage bench a little, then got up on it on my hands and knees with my raw hole pointed at Victor and waited. I hung my head a little and looked back as Victor inched closer, jacking his dick now, and when I felt the heat from the head close to my ass I angled my chest down, ass up, and pushed back a little. That was all the encouragement he needed as Victor pushed against my ass ring, with only what spit may have been left on his dick from me sucking him and the lube I had fingered into my hole to pave the way. I grunted, opened the poppers, and closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of his black dick starting to open me up. It didn’t take Victor long to get into a steady fuck rhythm and when the scene changed to the girl getting her ass split, he was ready and started bang my ass hard like through me, he was fucking her. “Fuck that pussy with that crack head dick,” I said, “Shoot that cum, shoot it.” Victor liked it when I talked dirty like that, but I did hold back, not knowing what his friend was really into. “UNGH..UNGH..OHH…” Victor grunted as he bred me with his first load. I arched my back, pushed my ass back, and clenched my hole to get every drop. He didn’t stop, and slowly worked his load in, pushing it deeper. I tried to turn a bit to see what his friend was doing but Victor set his hand on my lower back and said, “No, leave it in. I’m gonna cum again, damn that feels good.” I hit the poppers and Victor set to work fucking my ass and giving me load number two and his entire body stiffened and pulsed this time as he drew that load of cum from deep in his balls. Victor pulled out, grabbed the hand towel off the floor, wiped himself off and plopped back into the chair. I turned and his friend was just staring at the movie, his pants were still zipped up, and he appeared to not have noticed at all that I just took some raw dick. Victor fished around in the pile of supplies on the plate, came up empty, anxiously dug back into every pocket, then said, “Hey B, give me another $20 – that was a double shot – I need to run out a minute – and um… give me two more so I can make sure my man here is set up too. I’ll be right be back, OK?” The last part he had directed at his friend who still didn’t really react, and so Victor took that as an affirmative, took the other $20s I gave him, went to the closet, put on just his coat and stuff and stood as I unlocked the door. He paused as I asked, “Is he OK?” Victor gave me a toothy smile and nodded like a bobble head as he said, “Yeah, yeah B, he’s good. He’ll take care of you.” I locked the door, went back to the living room and shyly walked between the TV and Victor’s friend, my naked ass feeling wet with Victor’s load. I sat in the chair, asked if he wanted another drink, he shook his head no so I downed the rest of my beer and went to the kitchen to grab another and when I came back noticed he was watching me. His eyes were focused on me now like they had been the porn. I still didn’t even know his name, and as his stare became more intense and serious looking I suddenly thought, “Great, a dude who goes crazy when he gets fucked up.” He reached into his shirt pocket, dug out a baggy and dumped a few rocks onto the plate – man was holding out on his buddy Victor. As I watched, he smiled a little, filled his pipe, adjusted his position in the chair and leaned back and just as he set the pipe to his lips said in his gravely voice, “Suck my dick.” I grabbed my poppers, took a hit, and was surprised as the guy gave me a look of disapproval. Really? The man with the crack pipe is being judgmental? The poppers’ rush hit so I dismissed it, got on my knees, and fought with his zipper, which to my frustration realized would do me no good as the clasp was broken and there was no way to unzip his pants to get to the growing bulge I was seeing before my eyes. When the guy exhaled he blew the smoke at my face and I tried to breathe it in, my dick getting hard from the nastiness of the scene. The bulge in his pants was now straining the denim as I rubbed it, and he continued to smoke, this time when he exhaled he chuckled a little as I was clearly frustrated I could not suck his dick. A few minutes later, he set the hot pipe on the plate, I sat back on my haunches and hit the poppers again as I eyed him. He grabbed the Newport 100s, tapped one out, lit it, then focused his dark eyes back on me and asked, “So you like dirty dick?” I just nodded, he smiled, “You like big dick?” I nodded harder, hit the poppers, and he smiled. “Are you a hoe?” I nodded again as he placed the cigarette between his teeth, the ashes getting ready to fall off onto his shirt, which they did as he stood up, but he paid them no mind. He unbuckled the belt on his pants, let them fall to the floor and stepped closer to me to let the shadow of dick now straining against his long johns fall over my upturned face. He looked down, more ashes fell off the tip of his cigarette as he pulled the two sets of long johns he was wearing part way down his thighs and let his monster dick pop up over the waistbands. Jesus Christ his dick was huge! Victor was just over 9 and average thickness, this guy was probably 11 and real thick with a slight curve to the left and a head that looked black and blue, not pink like most dicks, and a pile of foreskin that bunched up in rows like a set of collars, making his dick even wider. It was also freaky veiny. Some dicks have one or two big veins running down the top or sides that you notice, not his, he had dozens – big and small - all of them engorged giving his dick a somewhat inhuman or unreal look. The smell is what I noticed next, strong man musk, sweaty balls, unwashed dick, stale chem piss and I reached forward to guide this tasty treat to my mouth. “So what you got for me?” he said. I bent over and spread my cheeks, showing him my glistening, just fucked hole. Nothing. “So what you got for me?” he said again. Oh, I turned, grabbed my pants off the floor, fished out a $20 and laid it on the table beside him. His dick slapped his thigh as he turned a little to look at it, a look of disgust and dissatisfaction on his face. I took out two more $20s and set those on the table too, and he said, “I got that double shot on the rocks for you, now show me that fucking hole.” I leaned forward, bent my knees a little, hoping to give him a nice view. I then stood back up so I could hit the poppers again but he snatched them out of my hand and tossed them across the floor saying, “You don’t need those.” Fuck, I did. He then grabbed my hips with his hands and with his hard dick pressed into my ass crack hobble walked me a couple steps to the left and forward to the bench. The bench shifted a bit as I bumped into it and I tried to edge toward the end so I could get up on my hands and knees with my feet dangling over the end to give him a direct view to the TV like the way Victor had fucked me. He was having none of that and just shoved me forward so my hands slide off the far side and I landed across the bench, arms hanging off the far side, my legs off the front, and ass poking up. I tried to get my hands back up on the edge of the bench and started to push myself up, but the guy used the weight of his body to push me back down, and as he did, a stream of ash fell off the cigarette in his mouth and cascaded down onto the carpet below my head, the embers quickly dying. With his pants still on, the crack head shuffled between my splayed legs, squatted until his dick was hovering near my open hole, then in one move dropped down onto my back with his body, leveraging his feet out a little and thrusting his dick inside me. I yelled “OW OW OW - OH FUCK THAT HURTS!” and my body tensed as I squirmed and twisted, which just let him push in deeper and made him laugh as he grabbed my shoulders to ensure he had me locked in place at both ends and started grinding his dick around, opening me up more. “White hoes get fucked rough and dirty by big black dick. Only way, the only way,” he said, his gravelly voice sounding hoarser and more raspy from the smoke of the crack pipe. He continued digging around in my ass as I moaned and squirmed, the weight of his body pressing me against the bench making it harder to breathe. Now, I do like it when I find top that can really make my hole throb, and few can, so as soon as the initial shock wore off I started to talk dirty, “Please give me that crack head dick. Open me up, fuck it rougher, come on rougher. Make me a dirty hoe for you. Make that pussy ass talk, make it wet, use Victor’s cum. Go deeper – UGHHH – fuck yeah – deeper, Jesus Christ, DON’T STOP!” This time when he laughed the half smoked cigarette fell out of his mouth onto the carpet and began to leave a burn mark, but pinned as I was I could not reach it and all thoughts that I should stop and ask him to get it and put it out were overcome by being stuffed and stretched and used. He continued to fuck me like that for a couple of minutes, then he leveraged himself up on his arms on the bench, lifting his weight off me and angling his dick up and in. Several balls-deep thrusts and I was panting like a greyhound from the force of the fuck, yet my ass was opening up for him, letting his thick dick head pierce me deeper as his rolls of foreskin sent ripples of ecstasy through my guts. His arms must have gotten tired as he did not last long in that position and eased himself back and off my body and I cried out as his dick left me vacant and needing more. “Show me you want my dirty dick,” he said, so I got my knees settled underneath me as best I could and pushed my ass back, silently begging to be filled up again and I sighed as he slid inside me once again, inch after inch of thick beef. He got on his knees behind me and started jabbing my ass ring with tight, hard thrusts, in and out of my hole and then on every 3rd or 4th one he would jam it as deep as he could, piercing me against the bench with his dick, making my gut walls stretch like Silly Putty. I was a slutty, babbling mess needing to be used and fucked and was trying to figure out how to get him deeper inside me when he stopped, “Fucking carpet’s killing my knees. God damn rug burn. Get up.” I turned as he backed away from me, kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his jeans and long johns, rubbed his balls a couple times to readjust them, and picked up his crack pipe. While he set out his supplies and got the pipe ready I picked up what was left of his now extinguished cigarette, squirted a spot of lube on the small burn mark on the carpet, set the cigarette in the ashtray and was practically jumping around needing to get his dick again. I had an idea and quickly scrambled past him, got into the easy chair he had been sitting in with my knees up on the edge, my hands on the high back, and my ass poked out. He was taller than me so the height seemed right and with the chair against the wall there was plenty of leverage, and there was one more thing. “Fuck my ass while you smoke your pipe,” I said. I turned my head to look at him and his eyes narrowed a bit, he tilted his head a little considering and asked, “So you trying to be a crack hoe huh? You think you ready? You think you can handle it?” I just braced myself in response and waited, the CLICK of the lighter, the hiss of the rock as it started to melt and his ragged breath sucking in the plastic smoke told me I would get what I wanted. He exhaled, the cloud descended around me and then he stepped behind me, his still slick dick pressed near my hole. His hands were busy, so I reached around with my right and guided his thick head to my hole and breathed out to relax my ring. As soon as he felt the warmth of my skin wrap around the tip, he flicked his lighter, inhaled, held his smoke then the crack head thrust hard into my waiting ass. That was our rhythm for the next few minutes. He would pull his dick all the way out of my sloppy guts, I would line it up to my pulsing ass ring, he would flick his lighter and heat his pipe and fills his lungs with crack smoke, then when he exhaled he would thrust as hard and deep as he could, busting my ring wide, splitting me open like a walnut. Once his rock was done, he moved his hips a little burrowing deeper, then eased back out. “Wipe it off,” he said in a smoke filled whisper. I felt around on the chair for the hand towel stuffed on the side, reached back and with one hand wiped his dick dry best I could, as well as my hole, then lined him back up on target. “Show me that crack hoe pussy, show it to me,” he ordered so I leaned my face and shoulders into the chair back, reached around with both hands and pulled my cheeks apart so he could see my hole. “Stretch it open, far as you can, time to bruise that shit up,” he now demanded. I obeyed, the feeling of my throbbing ass overriding any logic my mind wanted to put forward. His rock hard dick now shook with hunger as it nestled against my dry hole and with a nudge, firm push, and another nudge he lodged the head of his dick into my ass ring and paused. I heard the flick of the lighter again, but he did not inhale as he shifted his body pressing forward even more, half leaning over me and just as I let out the breath I was holding in anticipation I felt a searing, sharp pain on my lower back just above my ass crack and tried to scream, “WHAT THE FUCK?” A new smell hit my nose, the glass pipe clanged onto the plate as he leaned his full weight into me and said, “Now you’s marked as a true crack hoe.” The fucker had branded me with the tip of his hot, glass pipe – which I would see later left me with a droopy looking mark almost like a half circle or smile. The pain was quickly gone though as he forced his dry dick into me as far as he could and began to bang fuck me without mercy. My hole stretched, pulled, twisted, and split as he picked up the pace, his high driving him into a sexual frenzy of need and want. I could feel his dick swell and started to beg for it, “FUCK MY HOLE, TEAR IT UP, GIVE ME THAT CRACK HEAD CUM, USE THAT PUSSY, FUCK ME LIKE A HOE, FUCK IT, HARDER, DEEPER MAN, DEEPER, COME ON FUCK IT!” Just then the phone rang and I quickly realized it must be Victor coming back, but I made no move to stop his friend and his friend made no move to stop what he was doing as he was determined to get his nutt. Faster and faster he fucked me, his crack high driving him on, pounding me into submission. His breathing got more ragged, his breathe raspy, the sound of spit catching in his dry throat, then someone was pounding on my front door – crack laced cum started to explode from the black dick buried deep inside me, pushing the first two loads deeper as the third was added – the pounding on my front door got louder, more insistent and Victor began to holler, “Come on B, open up. Come on B, hey B, come on B, hey B,” bang, bang, bang. The banging continued like a high school drum line as the crack head finished shooting up my ass. His fucking slowly eased, but he did not pull out. I finally spoke up, “I better get that before the neighbors call the fucking cops,” and started to push back. He placed his hands on my hips, locked me tight against his body and with his dick still hard and deep inside me stepped back as I pushed back off the chair. I was standing up now, slightly bent, and he turned me and slut-fuck walked me towards the front door, his fingernails digging deep into my hips to ensure my steps kept time with his. Well this was new. I slid the chain back and let it drop with a clang against the frame, turned the deadbolt, and opened the door just a crack in case anyone else was in the hall as I sure as hell did not want folks seeing me like this. Victor made a move to push the door open and step in, but my fucker quickly stopped that with his left hand while with his right still gripping my hip tight, turned me to the side so I was facing the big mirror over the bathroom sink. He leaned to the left and said in a voice low and edged with more than words, “Give me the shit.” Victor started to protest, “Aw come on man, let me in, that’s not right man, I….” My fucker said again, “Give me the shit. All of it. You can come back another day and settle up however you want, but I ain’t got what I came for yet or do you want me to come out there and settle my shit with you now?” Victor’s voice got softer as he mumbled in futile protest, his jacket russled, a zipper opened, more mumbling, the sounds of plastic and more. The door closed and I could still hear Victor fussing to himself as he walked towards the elevator. The crack head slid the chain into place, the deadbolt snapped, he then looked and saw our reflection in the big sink over the mirror and slut-fuck walked me forward until I could rest my hands on the bathroom counter. He dropped a pile of stuff onto the toilet – several bags of dirty rock, some metal mesh, some other stuff I was not sure what it was, then asked, “Ready to get marked again as a crack hoe? You best be because I think tonight, you’re going to get more than a double shot.”

I'm with seaguy on this. I would cuddle with a regular FB or BF. Otherwise it's just fuck & go.

Hey I'm 25 and met Tina about two years ago. Everytime I use meth I become a total cumwhore. The last time I smoked some I was with this guy from work. I met him a few months back on grindr. HE was close by, he said he'd fuck me bareback and we met at a gas station bathroom next to the office when he unloaded on me. I hadn't seen his face until after he had already seeded me... He looks like he's a total HIV poz guy. I loved it. So this time we met at his house, and smoked... His dick got way bigger than at the gas station, he fucked me hard and then I insisted we invited another guy. We went on grindr and finally found one that would seed. It's really hard to find barebackers here in Guadalajara. He came over, he was tall, white, nice body, beard, and huge cock. They both fucked me in turns and then they did a roman II. The blonde guy came inside me and my buddy came jacking off while he watched how I was fucked. That was a bit of a bummer since I wanted hiz poz load. After that I left since my buddy had been partying for a couple days and wanted to sleep. I stayed in the car for hours, on grindr looking for other dicks but couldn't find any that would fuck me bareback. And I hate condoms... I don't let any condom inside my whole. When I smoke, it gets all sloppy and wet and nice... I can rosebud... A condom doesn't deserve that whole. So I waited until the next morning and went to a bath house. I was there until 6 pm and got 14 loads. One guy was very memorable. He's like 55, his dick must be 9in long, and like 7 wide. He fucked me hard... Seeded me and then kept going. He wanted to seed me again (of course with everyone watching) but I couldn't take it anymore. It had been like 8 hours since I smoked and I couldn't do it. I felt so bad... But I went home happy knowing I had 14 loads inside me.

MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE!

That kind of age difference seems to be personal preference apparently. The only thing that irks me is seeing ads where the guys set arbitrary age limit such as "18 to 24" or "nobody over 40", as if sex ends at whatever age specified. I understand that who you're attracted to or why is personal, but I fail to understand why some guys willingly limit themselves and miss out on what might likely be a mind-blowing experience based on some number. As for myself I'm definitely older but I've made some younger dudes that took a chance on meeting "the old guy" curl their toes with my oral skills.

Me too Kieran is sooo hot would do anything to play with him

It's been months since my last load, i woke up on monday and decided today is the day. I contacted a top guy that bred me before and we worked out the details. he's a hot daddy, married and aggressive. i started out sucking him and i thought that's how i would get his load, but he had other plans. he was standing and and i was laying on my back sucking him, deep throating and he got physically aggressive and started beating my nut sack, it was painful and i cried out and he told me to shut up. this went on for what felt like 15 min. he then turned me around and raped my ass, literally. i've never experienced such pain in that way and felt such anger and aggression. all i could do was let go and please him and wait for him to finish. he bred me with a nice load that i carried around all afternoon. i can't wait to see him again.

i love hairy ripe armpits! all my regular fb know not to use cologne or deo. i nuzzle up in that pit and sniff and get that stink all over my face.

I led my kid to the bedroom and kissed him “I have to go help Duke, you did good today boy”, Bobby looked at me smiling broadly “I did Daddy?”, I grinned “oh course you did son, you got Ryan here for Duke”, even though the boy was smiling he looked a bit sheepish “yes I did Daddy”, I laughed as I gave bobby some juice to drink “yes you did little lad you brought your friend to be a good boy just like you”, the chems in the juice worked quickly and he literally went out like a light. I tucked my boy into bed knowing I could leave him to sleep as I stripped and went to join Duke. As I walked across to Dukes room I could hear a series of loud thwacks and muffled whimpers, upon entering the room I was greeted with the sight of Ryan on the bed, ball gagged, hands cuffed behind his knees and his arse raised high as Duke was spanking his big butt bright red, Duke paused when he saw me enter the room, dipped his finger into the pot of tina laced lube and fingered it roughly into the boys hole “oh yes chicky you love it”, I looked at the kids face, tears and snot smeared all over it but his eyes did say it all, he loved it. “giving him more already eh?”, Duke grinned wildly “yeah only a little so far, chicky said he wanted to try it”, I laughed “nice!” as I grabbed the kids hair pulling his face up and slapped my cock on it adding my precum to the mess already there “so the boy’s an eager whore?”, Duke removed his fingers from the kids hole showing me the mucus dripping off them “fuck yeah he anal orgasmed as soon as I shoved my finger in his cunt!”, I grunted as I pushed my finger into the ginger boys eager twat enjoying the tight but sloppy wet hole, I exhaled “beautiful he’ll be loving dick in him then”. Duke climbed off the bed and opened his goody bag “yeah and he will be getting plenty, once Carlos gets him”, I raised my eyebrows “so the kids going to be a whore?”, as Duke prepared the slam’s he laughed “yeah the boy wants it”, now that did take me by surprise and I pulled the gag out of gingers mouth “that right boy? You wanna be a whore?” the kid blinked as spit dribbled out of the corner of his mouth “fuck yeah Sir!” A few minutes later Duke and I stood enjoying the rush of our slams as ginger knelt on the floors doing his best to suck both of us, Duke sighed “fuck the kid is definitely a cockhound!” I grinned laughing "yeah and he ain't been slammed yet!"

That night Bobby sleep curled up with me spooning him, my arms wrapped protectively round him like a good Daddy should and when I woke up late the next morning I looked down to see his head resting on my chest and those pretty eyes gazing up at me, he grinned “morning”, I stroked his head “morning son you feeling ok?”, he purred at my touch “I’m good Daddy” and buried his face in my chest hair whispering “I want to thank you for what you did”, I smiled down at the boy “for what boy?” he looked up at me his face reddened “for chemming me, seeding me and making me your son, I wanted it you know”, I stroked his face “I know you wanted it and needed it son, you just needed me to bring it out of you”, he grinned up at me “Yes I did Daddy”. I laid on my beck rested up against pillows and inhaled on my cigarette, filthy habit I know but then I’m filthy, I growled as the kid climbed on top of me and slid his cunt down on my rock hard dick “good boy”, Bobby sighed as his cunt took the last few inches of my dick “thank you daddy”, as the boy bounced up and down he was feeling his tits making me ponder “ever thought about getting your tits pierced son?”, he groaned as flexed my cock “oh god no daddy”, I raised my hips to give his pussy as few good pumps “well we will get them pierced”, the lad pinched his nipples “fuck yes Daddy”. “well good morning” Duke grinned as he stepped into the room and climbed onto the bed behind Bobby, “you loving Daddy’s dick in your shute boy?”, the lad made a ‘mmm’ing’ noise as Duke pulled his head to the side and shoved his tongue in the boys mouth, Duke kissed the boy for a few minutes before getting off the bed “coffee?”, I grunted “yeah” as I pumped yet another load into Bobby’s cunt. I sipped my coffee scrolling through my new property’s phone as Bobby knelt on the floor sucking off Duke “I’m going to get the kids nips pierced”, Duke grinned holding the boys hair as he pumped the lads head up and down on his dick, “fuck nice, I can see if Carlos is in town?”, I blew out some smoke “sweet call him” as Duke picked up the phone winking at me “pay or trade?”, I looked at Bobby’s muscle butt bobbing as he sucked “trade”. I paused on a picture on Bobby’s phone and let out a whistle, “who is this boy?”, the kid pulled his mouth away from Dukes dick “that’s Ryan”, I grinned Ryan was a hot very short compact ginger haired muscle boy, “is he a faggot like you son?”, Bobby blushed and nodded, “good call him and tell him to fly over today”, the kid frowned “why?” I burst out laughing, my boy was jealous! “Not for me my little love, he’s for Duke!” the look of relief on Bobby’s face was a pure picture to behold. Duke pulled the boys mouth back onto his cock “your not calling anyone till I’ve spunked your mouth chicky”, the kid went back to sucking as Duke raised his eyebrows quizzically at me, I passed him the phone to Duke and his eyes almost popped out of his head as he grunted and shot his wad into the boys throat “me want!”

I looked down at the boy, his mouth stretched round my fat cock with dribbles of spit and my poz precum oozing at the sides of him mouth, one of his hands feeling his tits and cock the other wrapped round the base of my cock pulling it into his mouth like a possessive child with its favourite toy, shifting my gaze back to Duke I grinned “do it”, Dukes literally whooped with joy, apart from fucking and pozzing boy arse one of his favourite things to do was initiate them into slam sex, as Duke got the point ready I reached down and slid a finger into Bobby’s pussy making the kid moan and writhe. Duke got back onto the bed and pulled Bobby’s hand from his tits stretching his arm out to the side, Bobby groaned prompting Duke soothe him as the rubber tourniquet was wrapped round his arm “shhh boy don’t worry you’ll be able to feel yourself up soon, right after we have blasted you straight into pig boy heaven” Bobby murmured and flinched as the needle went in but I held his mouth on my cock while Duke pressed the plunger, I let go of the boys head as Duke pulled of the tourniquet and Bobby’s eyes bulged my cock falling out of his mouth as his face and body flushed, he wheezed and then his big chest heaved with a series of hacking coughs his whole body spazmed as he went flying into his new favourite place to be. The coughing stopped and the kid laid there for a moment looking up at my his innocent blue eyes bugging out of their sockets in wonder but also almost wild with desire as he started to run his hands over his body letting out cute cooing noise before one of his hands reached up to started feeling our bodies while the other went down past his cock and he started rubbing his hot hole letting out sweet little animalistic growls like a bitch in heat. Duke and I traded winks and I ran my fingers down over the kids chest, over his abs and in between his legs which he dutifully pulled back at the knees giving me easier access to his hole which was puckering and pulsing, I stared right into the boys eyes grinning “I think its time for you to get fucked Bobby don’t you?”, the kid sighed “oh yes please Daddy”, I leaned down deep kissing the boy before pulling up “Daddy Dukes going to go first okay boy?”, the lad nodded making me grin widely “and don’t you worry son, after Daddy Dukes fucked you and cum in your pussy, I’ll fuck you and cum in you too”, the kid groaned as Duke climbed of the bed grabbing the lads legs spreading them wide and started to rub his cock head over the boys sweet little pussy “you ever had cum in your pussy before son?” , the kid actually looked a bit embarrassed whimpering “no”, Duke chuckled at the forlorn look on the boys face, “well don’t worry son, your about to get a lot”. As Duke pressed his cock up against the boys hole smearing it with his poz precum I shivered with excitement and a touch of jealousy as to me there is nothing like a bareback virgin taking his first raw cock, Duke grinned at me and pulled his cock away “as its your birthday coming up Ted, you should go first”, I was a bit stunned I have to say but could not help but grin back at Duke, “if your sure?”, Duke laughed “oh I am sure plus I think the chicky really wants you to be first, look at the way his puppy dog eyes look at you”, I looked down at the kid, his eyes were indeed wide like a puppy dogs so I just had to smile “you really want me to go first son?”, Bobby nodded and his voice crackled “Yes Daddy Ted I want you to go first, please”, I leaned down and kissed the kids forehead “thank you boy, I will love to be your first seeder and then you’ll be my good boy for always”, Bobby literally trilled with pleasure and Duke laughed “looks like you have a new boy in your life Ted, happy birthday!!” As I took my place in between bobby’s legs grabbed them and pushing them back firmly spreading them wide Duke got up onto the bed and tweaked the boys nipple “though Daddy Ted is going first I am going to fuck you afterwards chicky, fill your white pussy with my black man seed”, I grinned at the boy “that’s right son, my boy gets fucked by who I say and no one else understand?”, the boy looked at me with those puppy dog eyes sighing “oh yes Daddy” as he hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled them back showing off his eager little cunt to me. I placed my cockhead up against Bobby’s sweet little hole I knew I wanted to make sure his first seeding and pozzing was as lovely as his tweaked up little mind was going to remember, I rubbed my helmet over his wet little pucker, adding my plentiful precum to Dukes making the boys pussy lips literally glisten in the evening sun. I looked right into the kids eyes as I pushed and they widened and then closed as he emitted a deep sigh of pleasure as my fat cockhead began to force his ring to open to let me in, Duke was watching intensely as my mushroom head audibly popped through the kids little sphincter making the boy groan and Duke whistle “fucking beautiful”, I rested for a moment pulsing my dick to drip deposit some of my toxic precum into the boys innocent fuck canal. Never taking my eyes away from Bobby’s I slowly but determinedly sank the length of my dick into his eager little cunt, his tightness was really a joy to feel wrapped round my fuckstick, until my pubes rested against his smooth arse, I grinned “that’s a good boy, you have all of Daddy’s cock in you now”, the kid just moaned “I love it Daddy, its so big”, Duke laughed “hell yeah now fuck that slut and seed him good and proper”, I rotated my hips and then pulled a little out pushing in a little quicker, suitably training the kids hole how to accept his new daddy’s fuckpole. Bobby whimpered and cooed in pleasure as my withdrawals and re-penetrations became quicker and more forceful, I rested back on my haunches for a moment pulling about halfway out and just flexed my dick in the kids cunt, Duke leaned in to have a look “fuck yeah Ted your reaming that chickys pussy out so good!!”. I pushed back in again leaning over him, having to control myself as the kids anal muscles went into overdrive milking my cock inside him as more and more of my dirty precum coated the insides of his little cunt, I fucked harder and harder slamming my dick into him my big full balls slapped against his arse. The boy was crying out in sheer pleasure as he felt my broad hairy chest and pulled my nig nipples, my balls well now simmering with heat and I knew I would not last much longer and the pure thought in my mind that I was going to be the first to seed the kid and keep his holes filled with daddy spunk from many men in the future sent me into over the edge, I fucked like a man possessed but then I stopped and I pulled back so my cockhead was just in the kids cunt relishing the sight the Bobby’s now red puffy boy pussy ring stretched obscenely round my mans cock, I just had to see that hole one last time before I bred it. I slammed back into him, knocking the wind out of the kid and he howled as I resumed pumping my dick in and out of his twat, Duke held the kids head and gobbed straight into the boys mouth “yeah chicky your Daddy’s about to breed you, knock your boy body up good with his spunk!!”, those words sent me over the edge and I grunted and growled as I push my dick as far as it would go into Bobby and fired shot after shot of my poz spunk deep into the kids guts, my orgasm was so intense that I actually felt a searing pain in my head that I had to close my eyes, I heard the boy groan and his hole flex round my cock milking more spunk out of my piss slit, Duke gasped and said “wowey fuck look at that!!” making me open my eyes and look down at my hairy gut and his abs that were covered with the cum the boy had shot without touching his cock, I growled “you fucking beautiful boy” as I leaned down crushing Bobby under me “your mine now”, he just pulled my face to his and just before he shoved his tongue into mine sighed “yes I am Daddy”. Duke laughed “hey you two can make out later I need to screw this chicky now”, I smiled “of course mate” as I pulled my cock out of my boys sweet cunt, Duke flipped the boy onto his belly as I moved to the head of the bed and pulled the kids mouth onto my cock, I loved the way Bobby looked up my adoringly as he licked and sucked the cum and his arse juices off my cock, Duke got onto the bed between the lads spread legs and slapped his arse “raise your butt up chicky” which the kid did without question and Duke grinned “atta boy” as he pumped his dick a few times “your leaking some of your daddy’s seed, lets put it back inside where it belongs”, the kid groaned as Duke rubbed my spunk onto his cock head before he then slid it effortlessly into Bobby’s eager fuckchute.

Chapter 9: Entertainment … and four men walked into the room. The first man was one who I recognized. David Johnson is a member of the Board of Directors of the company. The tall black man was an occasional visitor to the office. As always, his suit was impeccably pressed and perfectly tailored to his athletic frame. I had never actually spoken to him, but he had a reputation for his brilliant business sense (he had sold his first tech company five years ago when he was 24)… and for his ruthlessness when anyone got in his way. The next two men were strangers to me. One was short and stocky. He wore a suit as well but it was stretched He watched Calvin and I, both with our pants still pushed down, with barely concealed contempt. The third man was thin. His suit hung limply around him. His face was gaunt with the wasted look that every gay man recognized. If the stocky man looked at us with contempt, this man appeased us with what can only be described as hunger. The fourth man didn’t look familiar but there was something in the way that he looked at me that made me think he knew me somehow. He was about 40, his hair gray around the temples, and he had his suit jacket tossed over his shoulder. “Well…” Mr. Johnson said. “This is a pretty picture.” I felt Calvin scramble beneath me and try to pull his pants up. I took a step back. “Stay where you are!” We both stopped and Mr. Johnson nodded. “Dan has outdone himself this time.” We must have looked confused because a couple of the men began to laugh. “Oh yes.” Mr. Johnson said with a hint of a smile. “Dan and I go way back… we were kids together. We even became POZ around the same time. These days we have a little arrangement. I use my connections to make sure his company gets construction projects and he makes sure I get… let’s just say he makes sure I get entertained.” Mentally the pieces began falling in place. A construction foreman willing to take so many risks, doors left open for strangers to come in, cameras placed in this room… I had forgotten all about those cameras when I saw Calvin earlier. This room had been set up specifically to provide “entertainment” as Mr. Johnson called it. Had I not stumbled into it, someone else would have been steered here. Maybe that was how Calvin had ended up involved. “These gentlemen are… associates… of mine. We’ve had a busy morning and now it’s time to relax a bit. You are going to provide that relaxation. Do you understand.” “Yes, sir.” I replied. Calvin nodded. “Good. Get out of those clothes. Now.” The four men watched as Calvin and I quickly stripped down until we were standing naked in front of them. The four men were still fully dressed and watched us from their position near the door. “Turn around and bend over the sink counter.” Mr. Johnson ordered. “You are both very familiar with the position.” Calvin looked a little scared and glanced my way. i gave him a small reassuring nod and we turned around and bent over next to each other using the sink to support us. Our asses were raised and on display. The gaunt man moved first. He ran his hands appraisingly over me but then moved to Calvin. “I’ll start with this one.” His hands ran down Calvin’s back, then caressed his ass. His palm split my assistant’s crack then he easily pushed two fingers inside him. Calvin grunted at the invasion. The gaunt man turned and faced the others. “Nicely opened up.” He laughed. He pulled his fingers out and put them in front of Calvin’s face. “Open your mouth, boy.” Calvin obeyed and the gaunt man inserted the fingers, with traces of the two loads Calvin had taken, into his mouth. The fourth man was standing next to me now. He unzipped and pulled out his dick. Even though I didn’t recognize the man, I recognized the dick… this long but thin dick had fucked me on Wednesday. He bend over and whispered into my ear. “I’ve been wanting to drop another POZ load into your ass for two days, make sure my Gift takes.” I took his dick into my mouth without being asked and he quickly started to get hard. The gaunt man had removed his pants, saying something about not wanting to get cum all over them, and was rubbing his dick up and down Calvin’s crack. As always, I found myself appraising the dick: not quite 7 inches, reasonably thick, and cut. His hands were gripping Calvin’s hips, pulling him back slightly, positioning his cockhead at Calvin’s hole. Calvin’s eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. I doubt he had expected the day to go like this when he came to work this morning. The gaunt man pushed forward and sank his entire shaft deep into Calvin’s ass. I could see Calvin’s face clench in pain but the gaunt man let out a sigh of contentment. “Yeah, boy.” He said. “Grip that cock. Squeeze your pretty little hole for me.” He began thrusting vigorously. This seemed to get my man excited and he pulled out of my mouth and he walked behind me. I was not lubed, and hadn’t been fucked today, so it was a bit harder for him to slip into me this time. He was determined, however, and his narrow shaft was able to pry me open. I moaned as he worked in and out of my hole, pushing deeper and deeper. I could see Mr. Johnson still near the door. He was watching and rubbing his crotch. The bulge forming there was already… impressive. Meanwhile the stocky man had taken the place near my face. He pulled out his dick and pushed his uncut cock into my mouth. His shaft was short… maybe 4 1/2 inches or a bit less… but very thick. His dick head tasted salty like piss. I’ve never been into waterspouts, but I was so turned on I swirled my tongue around his head and under his foreskin to ensure I cleaned every drop. The gaunt man was pulling his dick entirely out of Calvin’s hole and then slamming the full length mercilessly back until his balls slapped against Calvin’s ass cheeks. The impact was enough to move Calvin’s entire body. Calvin’s mouth was open and a low moan of ecstasy escaped from somewhere deep inside him. I could see his dick was hard and red. He was close to blowing another load although his hands were on the counter to keep himself balanced. My own top was sawing in and out of my hole. “God.” He said. “Look at these two pussyboys! Two little whores taking any dick they get offered.” His hand slapped hard against my ass. “You like that boy? You love getting filled with cum don’t you.” I could only moan in response as the stocky man’s dick was filling my mouth. “Yeah. Just a cheap slut, aren’t you?” He glanced over at his neighbor and noticed Calvin’s hard dick. “Hey, Jim.” he said to the gaunt man. “Looks like your boy is loving your dick. He’s about to blow.” The gaunt man only grunted. The stocky man, however, pulled out of my mouth and moved over next to Calvin. He gave Calvin a little kiss on the lips, which Calvin returned, allowing the man’s tongue into his mouth. The stocky man then scrambled under Calvin and took his dick into his mouth. I could see Calvin tense up. The stocky man reached back and slid a thick finger in next to the gaunt man’s thrusting dick. Calvin’s eyes snapped open wide and his whole body shook. The stocky man’s throat began pulsing as my assistant lost control and shot his load into his mouth. At last his body sagged with release. The gaunt man grabbed his hips and held him in place. “I’m not done yet, bitch.” he continued to thrust fiercely in and out. Calvin was clearly feeling sensitive now, but didn’t complain and met each thrust. I could feel my own top, however, swelling inside me. “Ugh! Here comes a toxic load for you, you dirty slut.” As he had on our previous encounter, he pushed deep inside me and I felt his thin shaft convulse deep in my guts. “Oh, yeah, you motherfucker. Take my seed.” “Thank you, sir. Thank you for your cum.” My man took a moment to catch his breath then slid out, pulling a trail of his cum out to slide down my ballsack. He had barely stepped back when the stocky man took his place. While the dick was short, his girth was so much bigger than the previous one that he still had to struggle to stretch my rosebud enough to get inside. He was already hard and I knew he wouldn’t last long. The man who had just pulled out brought his dick to my mouth and I quickly took it into my mouth. A little cum was still dripping from the head and I lapped it up. He pushed into my throat and held it there although he was softening. The gaunt man was getting close now. His fingers were digging into Calvin’s hips. His face contorted as his thrusts became erratic. “I’m going to cum! cumming!” The man with his dick in my throat laughed. “Yeah! Fuck him up. Give him the bug! The fucking little slut wants it.” “Yes!” Calvin moaned. “Please give it to me. I want it! Give me part of you to keep forever!” “Take it, boy. Take it.” The gaunt man said. His voice barely a whisper. His thrusts began to slow. This was too much for my second top. The stocky man’s dick pushed a final time into my hole and I felt him pulse inside me. “Here is another positive load for you.” He came quickly and pulled out. My ass felt empty without his thick shaft inside me. I felt him push two fingers deep inside me, scooping up some of the cum. I turned and saw he also had a couple fingers on his other hand deep inside Calvin. Then he pulled out of both of us. He pushed the fingers with the cum from Calvin’s ass into mine and the cum from my ass into Calvin, working us both deep. “There you go. A little cum from each of us for both of you.” Mr. Johnson finally moved closer from his position by the door. “Ok. That’s that’s the warmup act done. Now it’s time for the main event."

nice...i'm always turned on by subs that service guys twice their age

Part 3. White boy got around to Asian slave's face and presented his still semi hard cock covered with piss and cum. Asian slave automatically swallowed the whole thing deep down til he was rubbing his nose on the white boy's pubic hair. He was moaning with pleasure as he choked himself on a white cock and used his throat to clean it off. White boy laughed and pushed the head down after slapping him across the face few times. As the Asian slave started to run out if air and tried to pull back, I helped the white twink to keep down my Asian slave's head by pushing his head down from behind as I slammed my cock into his hole. Even after getting used for hours, his hole still remained somewhat tight and I felt it gripping onto my cock as I pounded his hole. Asian slave must have lost consciousness for a while as we didn't let him breath as we used both his holes. The moaning stopped and his hole relaxed all of sudden. I looked at the white boy as he slapped Asian bitch slave face really hard but never stopped pounding his hole with my cock. After couple of slaps, Asian slave started to moan again as he moved back and forth on our white cocks. The first thing on his mind after his little passing out we're our cocks, what a good fucking Asian slave. Everyone saw this and started to laugh at my slave. White twink pulled his cock out which made my slave to chase after him and whimper when he couldn't reach white cock as I pulled him in to meet my fucking. A blk man placed him in front of my slave and he started to go crazy excited at the sight of a big blk cock. He started to beg for it. "Please let me worship that cock. Please feed my throat. Please use my hole. Please please please!! " He was so desperately hungry that he started to cry. When he was permitted to deep throat and choke himself with the blk man cock deep down his throat and bury his nose on the man's pubic hair, my slave started to mumble words that sounded like "thank you" but basically inaudible since he kept the man cock deep down his throat and refused to let it go. The blk man found this amusing and took out his phone to tape my slave choking and gagging himself on his big blk man cock. As my slave continued his focus on worshipping the cock in front of him, I continued to fuck and use his hole til I came. After a while, my Asian slave's hole was bred by everyone except the blk man cock that the Asian slave worshipped for hours. We pulled him off the cock and he still looked hungry for more sex even though his knees were bleeding and ass bruised from slapping. I ordered him to get dressed and leave. He looked at me with pleaful look but I didn't budge. And after few minutes, he was gone. We talked about how nasty he was and laughed at how he might be reaking and leaking of piss and cum out of his hole and laughed. Before I left, I gave my number to the blk man and the white twink to call me if they need my Asian slaves service again.

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I got mine 2 wks ago. My first load in me cause I usually top. But met this hot guy off CL , he couldn't host se we used the mens bathroom at my clubhouse. He didn't rim me, just spit finger me and pushed inside. I got used to it since I'm VERY tight and he pumped away and asked if I wanted his load I said fuck yeah I want your load. Give it to me and he did. Now I'm cum crazy, always home alone and really wanna host orgies or gangbangs but no such luck in michigan. Can't wait to get loaded and load guys back in nyc