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Part 5 The pickup truck drove through the city toward my next unknown destination. My young, sheltered mind could barely fathom what had already happened to me, let alone what lay in store. Mr. Jackson threw a pair of shorts to me and told me to put them on. It felt good to have my nakedness covered, even if only slightly. The truck eventually came to a halt and Mr. Jackson got out and opened the passenger door, pulling me out by my leash. He led me down the sidewalk and into an unmarked door. I could hear the thumping of dance music as he led me down a short hallway to another door with a man behind a counter protected with a glass window. Mr. Jackson slid some money through a gap, and we were buzzed in. Mr. Jackson led me down dark hallways where I caught glimpses of many naked men. Some of them felt me as we passed them on our way to a room. It was small, with only a twin bed and a chair. He pushed me onto the bed and sat down in the chair, pulling out his little case from his coat. "Do you know where you are boy?" he asked me. I just shook my head, honestly having no idea what kind of place I was really in. "This is a bath house. Men come here for sex. Tonight you are going to be a special treat for them. New sluts are always popular!" I didn't have to guess what he meant, even though I couldn't anticipate what I was really in store for. But my ass tingled at the thought of getting fucked again and my dick got hard. "I see that appeals to you!" Mr. Jackson laughed at my arousal. "Drink this." he instructed me, handing me a bottle. I was thirsty as fuck and started to guzzle it down. I had taken a couple big swigs before I realized it was a bottle of piss. I gagged a bit and Mr. Jackson just glared at me. "Drink it all boy! It's got a nice dose of G to really get you ready!" I finished it all and started to feel warm and relaxed. Then he brought out the rubber band and the syringe. I knew not to try to resist, and actually looked forward to another shot. "This will be your biggest one so far. Then you should be ready for anything." I held out my arm as he poked a vein and pushed the plunger. The now familiar rush hit me, and as soon as I stopped coughing he opened the door and led me out. I followed him in a haze down some corridors and into a room that had mirrrors everywhere and what looked like a weird swing hanging in the middle. Mr. Jackson lifted me up and placed me in it, raising my legs and buckling them in. Then he buckled down my arms and leaned into my ear. "Enjoy the next few hours Jesus boy. I know these men will!" With that the first of what would be dozens of cocks slid into my cunt. I moaned at the pleasure of being penetrated. All kinds of men fucked me over the next few hours. Old, young, fat, ugly, it didn't matter, they all used the available cumdump. I floated in a fog as my ass was bred over, and over, and over. At one point a guy planted his lips onto my anus while another guy pushed on my stomach, squeezing the contents of my bowels into his mouth. The man then put his mouth over mine and let a huge mouthful of cum drip into me and down my throat. Time stood still as I was reduced to nothing more than a hole to take cum. And I wanted it all. After many hours Mr. Jackson released my bonds and let me down. I collapsed into his arms, unable to stand. "Do you know how many men fucked you slut?" he asked me. I looked at him with glassy eyes and shook my head no. "I counted 27. 27 different cocks. 27 different loads. All from men you don't even know. You are officially a true cumdump now boy!" I just collapsed as he carried me back to our room and laid me on the bed. "I have one more for you slut." he said as he slid his big, black cock into my wet, sloppy cunt. It made squishy noises as he pounded my cum filled hole. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him as he gave me my last fuck of the night, pumping one last load into my stretched, loose hole. "Oh yea boy. I LOVE a nice juicy cunt. All those strangers loads up in you, making you so wet and slick. Your going to love your new life, whore." With that he shot one final load deep in my bowels.

Part 4 The 4 men were spent. My throbbing hole oozed cum, and I just lay on the floor, my brain spinning in a million directions at once. I still felt shame at being raped by these 4 black men, but I also still craved more cock inside me, fucking me, pounding me, breeding me like a common bitch. I was so confused. Without a word Mr. Jackson approached me with something in his hand I had never seen. It was long like a big dick, and got wider near the end of it, really wide, then it suddenly narrowed and had a base on it. "Pull his legs up!" He told one of the men. My legs were quickly pulled over my head, exposing my dripping hole. Mr. Jackson started to push this thing into me, stretching my asslips further open until it reached a painful point, at which he stopped. Looking down, I could see some of it still sticking out of me. Mr. Jackson just stood up and lined his boot up with the end. Raising his leg, he kicked the end full force, ramming the rest of it all the way in me with one brutal thrust. "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGG" I screamed as I saw stars and almost passed out. Mr. Jackson just hit my shock collar and the men all laughed as I jerked around the floor, screaming and crying, pain engulphing my body from head to toe. Eventually it subsided a bit and the men grabbed me. One forced a ball into my mouth, buckeling it right around my head. Another grabbed my ankles, tightly wrapping rough rope around and around immobilizing my legs, and another grabbed my arms and did the same behind my back. Then I was picked up and placed into a leather body bag and zipped up tight. I could hear the men leaving as I was left bound in darkness. I have no idea how long I spent like this. I know it was hours. I had lost all sense of time. I tried not to think about the position I was in. Just yesterday I was happily at home with my family, and now I was literally a piece of fucked up property with no idea or even say about what was going to happen to me. My body ached. My jaw ached. And mostly my ass ached with what felt like a log jammed up there. My head spun, my heart raced, and I alternated between screaming and crying and praying into my gag, all while I sweated buckets. After who knows how many hours I spent like this, I suddenly felt myself being picked up and thrown over Mr. Jackson's shoulders. I was carried and dumped into the back of the truck, and felt it start to drive away from the cabin to God only knew where. We drove for what must have been a couple hours. I could tell we were back in the city by all the sounds around me, even though I was still in my dark cocoon. Eventually we stopped and Mr. Jackson got out of the cab and unzipped my sack. "Don't say a word slut!" He ordered me as he undid my gag and untied my arms and legs. "I told you I was your pimp now, and your about to make your first sale." I secretly wept a little inside as I realized I was really going to be made into a prostitute. Another step closer to the devil. He just attached a leash to my collar and pulled me off the truck. Thankfully it was dark, so no one could really see me as I was led naked to the front door of a run down house. Mr. Jackson rang the bell and we were admitted inside. It was dimly lit but I could see several people. On the couch was a woman passed out while a guy was fucking her. In the corner sat a young shirtless guy pushing a needle into his arm, his eyes rolling back into his head as he pushed the plunger. He was really skinny and sickley looking. Mr. Jackson just led me past these people into a back bedroom. There were two black men in there sitting on a dirty bed, passing a glass pipe between them. The larger of the two stood up and leered at me. "Dis the Jesus boy? Damn....mighty fine piece of white boy pussy!" He said handing Mr. Jackson a bag of powder. "His cunt nice and stretched?" "It needs a lot more stretching!" Mr. Jackson laughed pushing me face down onto the bed. "But it's got a good start!" With that he grabbed the huge plug in my ass and ripped it out hard. I howled as a new burning tore through my body yet I felt oddly empty. I wouldn't have to wait. Almost immediately a cock almost as huge as the plug slid deep up into me. My poor ass had no choice but to take him. The other guy held the pipe up to my mouth and told me to suck. Without hesitation I put my lips around it and inhaled my first ever hit. He made me hit it several times while the big guy kept fucking me. When the pipe was empty, he grabbed my thighs and started to pound me as hard as he could. His cock curved upward and relentlessly rammed a spot deep inside me that set me on fire. Soon I was moaning and grunting like a true whore, begging for it harder and harder. He gave me all he had, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, bending my body while he pummeled me. "Damn nice pussy! You found a good one here! It's almost a shame he's going to eventually be a worthless used up cumdump! Take it you little whore! You ain't nothin but a little meth whore! Take my cum you faggot!" He buried himself balls deep and unloaded his seed far into my guts. I just panted and moaned as I felt his cock throb. After he pulled out the other guy stuck his cock in me. He wasn't as big, but I didn't care. I just wanted him in me, fucking me, using my pussy as a cumdump. He rode me for a while before he too shot his load in my hungry pussy. When the men had finished, Mr. Jackson just pulled me off the bed and pushed me into the living room, past the boy in the corner and the passed out woman on the couch. The guy that had fucked her was long gone. "That will be you one day, Jesus boy. A fucked up, passed out hole for anyone to dump in." I shuddered a bit at the thought, as my dick got hard at the thought. Mr. Jackson just pushed me out the door and into the truck cab, pushing me onto the floor. I just lay there, my ass dripping fresh cum as we drove off to our next stop.

I was pozzed and introduced to chem sex in a similar way , 6 years ago . Though my owner was a white british guy who gave me .5 slam first time and got me barebacked by a group of guys for free. I was kept on high for 4 days with really strong doses of tina and was used by more than a dozen tops whose faces I didnt get to see as I was blindfolded . Just felt raw cocks sliding in n out of my holes all the time . I was hooked on to meth n cum after 4th day .

My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.

My last load came out of my roommates trash can yesterday. He fucks his girlfriend, afterward goes to the bathroom to clean up and throw his condom out, fortunately he doesn't flush. Just balls it up in some toilet paper and throws it in the waste bin. I come in shortly after and use a small kitchen funnel to let the whole load slide deep into my ass. I've been doing this for a couple years now. Dude has no idea I walk around with his nut in my ass all the time. Sometimes afterward I take the condom and roll it backward onto a dildo and fuck myself with the side that contained his jizz to work it in extra deep. Fuck, he'd probably flip shit and move if he ever found out.

Part 2 At dinner that night I sat there, ghostly pale, my stomach in knots. I could barely eat. I was sure the others could tell I had sinned so greatly. I was sure they could see the devil standing over me. "Are you not feeling well Jacob?" was all my mother asked. I just told her I wasn't and wanted to go to bed early. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth extra long, trying to wash away the lingering taste of Mr. Jackson's sperm. That night, as I lay in bed next to my brother, I couldn't sleep. My thoughts were filled with that big black dick, he had called it a dick, in my mouth, ejaculating down my throat. I had liked it, and secretly wanted more. And I had a feeling I would get that and lots more, like those pictures in the magazines. The next day, Mr. Jackson came over to talk to my parents. I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but my siblings made it impossible. After he left, my father came to tell me about the visit. "Jacob," he began, "Mr. Jackson needs some help for a few weeks on a cabin he's building in the mountains. He's offered to pay a nice sum for your services, and I think the work and time in God's nature will do you good." I secretly shivered when he said "services" because I could only imagine what those would entail. But I could not disagree with my father. So the next day I was packed with a few changes of clothes, my work boots, and a bible and hopped into Mr. Jackson's truck and off we went. I looked back at my family as they waved me off into a future none of them could imagine. "That was easier than I could have ever hoped!" Mr. Jackson laughed as we drove away into the unknown. We didn't talk much on the way, I just sat there trying to imagine what the next few weeks would bring. It was only a couple hours to the cabin, and we arrived mid-afternoon. As I reached for my bag in the back, Mr. Jackson said "leave it boy, you won't need nothing in there except your boots. Grab those other bags and follow me." I did as told and we went into the cabin, the door locking behind me. "Strip boy!" He commanded me. I stood there nervously, not moving. Mr. Jackson raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. "I SAID STRIP!" I quickly shed my clothes, trembeling as I realized there was no one around to help me. As I pulled my clothing off, Mr. Jackson was pulling items out of the bags. Various strange looking things, most of them in black leather. "Now stand at attention boy! I want to inspect my property." I stood there, arms at my side while Mr. Jackson looked me over. I stood 5'8", a little shorter than his 6ft. I had a pale, thin body from too much time indoors praying instead of playing. My legs were covered in dark hair, and I had a little on my chest which ran down my stomach into dense, bushy pubes. The crack of my buttocks was also quite hairy, as well as my armpits. "Not bad boy," Mr. Jackson sneered. I like my white bitches skinny. We'll take care of the smooth part next." With that he pulled out a bottle of something orange and told me to drink it. It tasted kind of funny, but I was thirsty and drank it all down. Soon I was feeling really warm and mellow. And my dick was rock hard. Mr. Jackson had pulled out some clippers and went to work shaving my body. Soon there was nothing but stubble covering me. He then took a bowl of hot water and a razor and shaved the rest of me totally smooth. The hair on my head was the only thing left. And I have to admit the feelings of his hands all over my body made me tingle everywhere, especially my rock hard penis that stood straight up the whole time. Mr. Jackson stepped back when he was done to look at me. "Very nice boy! Now you look like your about 13, naked and smooth with your little boy cock sticking up. What is it, about 5"? Certainly not a real man's cock." I blushed as he commented on my body, feeling shame at my nakedness. "But now the real fun can begin!" He put leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a collar around my neck. Then without warning I felt a body wracking jolt around my neck. I screamed and dropped to the floor as I jerked and spasmed. "That's a shock collar boy, to keep you in line. And just know, that was only half voltage! So don't even THINK of escape!" I softly whimpered and prayed to Jesus to save me from my plight. "I told you who you would pray to now boy!" Mr. Jackson said as he kicked me in my stomach. "Jesus can't help you now!" With that, he pulled out a small case and sat down on my chest, pinning me down. He wrapped a rubber tube around my arm and said "hold still boy if you don't want to get hurt! I've learned this is the quickest way to turn bitches like you into nasty chem sluts!" I had no idea what was about to happen when I felt a slight prick in my arm, then he released the band on my arm. WHAM!! A force flew through my body unlike anything I could ever imagine. It was like God himself had entered me. My lungs seized up and I started a coughing fit. Mr. Jackson just stood up and went out side, returning with my bible. As the coughing subsided, he pulled me up and over his knee and started to beat my buttocks as hard as he could with Gods words. Over and over he paddled me, an intense warm feeling increasing all over my body. Then he threw me over the arm of the sofa and moved back between my legs, tossing the bible into my hands. I could hear him spit several times then I felt something pushing against my anus. "I gonna rip you open bitch!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "I'm gonna make you my slut! Your cunt is gonna bleed for me!" With that, he pushed as hard as he could and his penis popped into me. I screamed like I've never screamed before. It was as if the devil himself was raping me. "Scream bitch! I love it! Scream, cry, pray to be saved! There is no one to hear you! Not even your god!" With that he slid his dick all the way into me and I howled as I clutched my bible. "PLEASE GOD! HELP YOUR POOR SERVANT!" I cried as Mr.Jackson started to plow in and out of me. Tears flowed from my eyes onto my bible as I prayed and prayed to be delivered from Sarah Palin. Mr. Jackson just laughed while he continued his rape. Slowly the pain started to subside, and a new feeling replace it. A good feeling. "That's right boy," he said, noticing the change in me."you know what God made you for. To please men. Your my property now boy. That's your cunt I'm fucking. Its going to learn to take lots of Cocks in it! Your going to be my little chem whore!" I just moaned and buried my face into the couch, accepting my fate. Mr. Jackson continued to debase me before finally yelling, "oh yea! Take it boy! I'm breeding you bitch! Take my cum now!" I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me, and I knew at that moment I would never be the same. God, or the devil, it didn't matter. I would serve Mr. Jackson. He pulled out of my throbbing hole and grabbed my hair. I could see a messy mix of blood, cum, and shit covering his half hard cock. I didn't care. He shoved it in my mouth and like a demented whore I sucked everything off. When it was clean, he pushed me onto the floor and stood over me. "Jerk off whore!" He ordered me as he let loose with a load of piss. I grabbed my cock and furiously beat it, quickly shooting my sperm all over me while he showered me in piss. "I baptize you Jacob. I baptize you into your new life as a piggy chem whore." I just opened my mouth and accepted my new gods gift.

Part 6 The Sun was already up when we exited the bath house, the large plug lodged deep in my ass. I guessed it had to be Sunday morning. My thoughts drifted to my family. I knew they would be heading to church soon, then probably having a BBQ in the backyard, as they did almost every Sunday. I almost wished I could join them, but I was too far down the devil's path to return. We drove back through the city, with me on the floor of the truck, and eventually into a garage. I immediately recognized it as being Mr. Jackson's garage. My heart raced as I started to panic. Why were we here? Was he going to send me back home already, high as a kite and full of strangers cum? My mind raced as he dragged me into his house and upstairs into a bed room. He threw me on a bed and locked my collar to a short chain so I couldn't go anywhere, then he left me. I don't know how long I was alone up there, time was fuzzy to me. After a while I could hear the voices of my family in the backyard as Dad got the BBQ going. I thought of yelling out to them, but didn't know if they would even hear me. Plus I was scared of angering Mr. Jackson. I had quickly learned he had ways to punish me if he wanted too. After a while I heard voices downstairs, several mens voices, and I quickly concluded I was going to be in for some more fucking. Mr. Jackson just came up the stairs and released the chain from my collar. He then guided me over to a window. This window happened to overlook my family's backyard. I could see everyone. He then took my wrists and attached the cuffs to hooks that had short chain's hanging down, forcing me to hang in the window, arms spread apart. Panic surged in me again. If I could see my family, all they had to do was look up into the window and see me hanging there naked. I started to object and Mr. Jackson just silenced me with the ball gag. I felt the now familiar band go around my arm as I was once again stuck with a needle and the familiar rush rocked my body. The plug was pulled out of me and another strange man pushed his cock into me. He held my hips and fucked me while I stared in horror out the window to my family below. "That's it Slut." Mr. Jackson said as I took a cock up my cunt. "Look at your family. Look, there's Daddy and Mommy, and all your brothers and sister's. Look at them enjoying themselves while their depraved faggot son is taking cock right next to them! What would happen if they looked up here and saw you?" I shook in fear as tears rolled down my cheeks again. The man just kept fucking me deep and hard. "Oh look slut, there's your pastor and his wife joining them. Should I call them and tell them to look up here?" I frantically shook my head no as the guy fucking me dumped his load in my guts, mingling with all the other loads already in me. He pulled out and another guy pushed in. "That's right slut, take that cock like you were born to do. Watch your family while you get bred. This may be the last time you ever see them!" I cried knowing this was probably true. I could never return to them now that the devil had claimed me for his own. I just hung there as two more men came in and fucked me, adding more and more cum into my guts while my family ate below, oblivious to the depravity going on over them. After the last guy pumped his cum up into me, Mr. Jackson held a rag over my nose and mouth and I inhaled a new smell. Instantly my head spun more and my ass begged for more cock. Mr. Jackson just started putting fingers up in me, working them in and out. Deeper and deeper he pushed his hand into my wet hole until he pushed really hard and his hand popped through. I screamed into the gag as I felt his hand slide up deep into my bowels. I watched my family through tears as his arm pumped up and down, ripping my cunt further apart. "Take it whore! Take your Masters fist in your slutty cunt! This is your destiny! You are forever a worthless fuckhole for anything I want to put in you. You will never return to your family. You are mine for as long as I want, until I've used you up so much you'll never be good for anything else!" He grabbed my cock with his other hand and jerked it while he milked my from the inside. Soon shot after shot flew out of my dick all over the window as I jerked on Mr. Jackson's arm. When I had finished, he pulled it out of me. I could feel hot liquid running out of my wrecked hole and down my legs. Mr. Jackson just laughed. "Your cunt is bleeding like a true pussy now!" He unhooked my wrists and I just fell to the floor in a heap, my mind trying to grasp all that had happened to me in the last couple of days. Trying to fully grasp the reality of my new existence. Later that afternoon, I was in the living room, strapped down to a fuck bench with Mr. Jackson's big cock buried in my cunt. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hello Zeke." he said as he ground his pubes into my tender, sore, inflamed ass lips. Oh my God! He was taking to my father! "Yes, Jacob is fine. More than fine!" My heart was in my throat! "Well I was just calling because I happen to be home, no, Jacob is still up at the cabin, but I was wondering if I might also be able to employ the services of Elijah as well." Oh shit! Elijah was my 19 year old brother! "Yes, well my back isn't what it used to be, and I could really use another boy to help out. Yes, I would be leaving again tonight if he could be ready to go right away. I don't have the cash on me to pay you upfront, but I can certainly do so after the work is done. Excellent, I'll see him very shortly." My blood ran cold as he hung up the phone. He continued to fuck me until about 15 minutes later the doorbell rang. One of the men went to answer it and I heard Elijah's voice. "Um, Mr. Jackson was expecting me?" "Right this way son." the man said. My brother walked into the living room and froze as he saw me, tied down with Mr. Jackson's cock buried in my ass. "What the....." he started to say as two men grabbed him, forcing a rag over his face. My brother struggled hard for a minute, but was no match physically for the two men holding him. He eventually went unconscious and fell to the floor as Mr. Jackson flooded my guts with another load. "This is working out better than I could have ever hoped."

Third post. This one a little more recent. It happened two years ago in May, just as the weather was getting nice and warm. Now, I've not exactly lived a sheltered life, but London is new to me, I still feel it's new after being here a while. I knew there were famous cruising grounds, but I didn't know anything about them and, living up north for so long, I'd no clue just as to how 'active' these spots were in the right conditions. I'd heard of Hampstead Heath, but I now know just how big London is and how long it can take to get to the other side. I was staying with a friend when, one Saturday night (I figured this would be the busiest time and from what I read on Squirt, I was right), I said I was off to meet colleagues for a drink. I left the house at about 9:30pm, jumped in the car and put my sat nav on. It took me through several boroughs and then central London until I eventually came out on to a large main road - the drive had taken about an hour. I'd never been here before and it took me a while to get my bearings. I was shaking I was so nervous - I'd never really been cruising properly before. I had only caught sight of some small pictures on Squirt as to what the location looked like. My marker was the Jack Straws Castle - I assume it's a pub, but as i've never been in, I'm not 100% - could have been turned in to flats like everywhere else by now - not sure. Parking in London can be a nightmare, permit zones etc. and the signs never make sense to me. It was about 10:45pm on a Saturday night now. I decided to take a risk and just park on the same road - there were no double yellow lines and it was fairly deserted. I figured this was my only chance and the road was empty. I'd showered and douched before hand, I brought mouthwash and chewing gum with me along wth baby wipes, poppers - my fuck kit, just in case. I left everything in the car though, save for the poppers. The wall on the road I'd parked on was high and it ran all the way from just after the pub until it disappeared in to darkness at the other end of the road. I had my phone out and had logged in to squirt. I followed the instructions. By the pub was a small car park - sealed off, walk down it and down the hill on to the path and you're in the heath. There were some vague instructions to find the busiest spot, but I knew what I was after - the fuck tree. I'd read about this - A large tree that appeared fallen, though I think it's still alive, which lies horizontally, or has grown so, and is perfect for bending over and waiting. As soon as I got on to the path, I saw guys everywhere, standing around, walking about, giving me a quick, subtle flick of their head as if to say 'wanna fuck?' I did. But I needed a look about first. I'm walking down the path and a fit black guy, seriously hot, approached me walking in the opposite direction. We stop and chat and then within seconds we're kissing and man, can he kiss. We have a grope, but he tells me he's had his fun and is heading home. I'm disappointed, but as he leaves and I look around I can see there's no reason to be. I continue down the path and it curves round to the left. i meet a guy about my age, backpack on, flirting and we start playing. He fucks me up against a tree on the path, he says he's in me raw, but I'm not convinced and every time I try and check he brushes my hand away. He takes quite a while to cum and it's not that much fun, but I let him because that's why I'm here. You have to see the bigger picture. When he leaves, another guy passes and I stop him and talk to him - I ask him if he knows where the mythological fuck tree is and he smiles. He points in to the woods and tells me to stay on the trail, look out for a bin on the right and then there's a small clearing to the right with another bin and that's where the tree is. I'm only half listening to his directions as he rambles on and I'm still nervous. I follow the trail down but it goes on for a bit and i haven't really seen any guys for a while - I begin to worry I'm lost and I know I have absolutely NO sense of direction - none at all. I stop a passing guy, first i've seen in a while, and he assures me I should keep going, so I do. I see the bin on the right of the path and there's a couple of guys by it, smoking. They ignore me, but I take a good look - muscle daddies, hot and I see that they're smoking cigars - even hotter. Behind them there's another rubbish bin and next to it a large fallen tree with about seven or eight guys stood around it, all groping themselves, but not interacting with each other - why does this always happen? Commit yourselves, for fuck's sake! I walk around the tree. They're watching me, which makes me even more nervous and, despite the warm night air, I feel cool and tremble a little. I've worn denim shorts, button-fly and I loosen them and drop them to the ground revealing my jocked arse. I lean over the tree, sniff my poppers and stare at the ground. I don't need to see. It's better if I don't. It's actually my preference. One by one they start to move closer and I feel hands on me. A cock slips in my mouth and I ravish it, another slides in to me, there's no questions or mentions of rubbers, just assumptions that it'll be raw - that's fine. That's really fine. I sniff my poppers, suck cock and just relax as the tree bears my weight and I take raw cock after raw cock. I lose count after eight, but I know i'm pushing in to double figures. They're queueing to use me and each one of them gets their turn. One of them, a biker guy in a jock and leather jacket comes back, his jock hidden beneath trackies, I know because I reach back to feel him. He's obviously taking a load or two too. Eventually I look at my watch and it's pushing towards 1:30am. I'm not working on the Sunday, so I'm in no hurry to get home, but I am conscious of the fact that it'll take me an hour to drive. As he cums inside me for a second time, at least, my hole is aching a little, not knowing whether to stay slack and open, gaping or whether to bother to tense back up and try to regain its normal shape. It doesn't get much time to move. A tall black guy, seriously dark skin, which I love, something about the contrast on my pale white skin, enters me - he's huge and although his cock is clearly hard, it's so thick that there's almost a layer of puppy fat around it, softening it's feel - does that make sense? fucking horny. Now, I'm not being racist, at least I hope I'm not, and this has not proven to be true for every black guy that's fucked me, and i've had a few, but something about some black guys seems to give them better hip movement, smoother, a more rounded motion that's pleasing to my cunt, not to mention there's that smell of black sweat, which turns me on no end. He spends some time working my cunt, when another bottom appears next to me on the tree. I'm not worried. He's cute enough, maybe a few years younger than me and his arse is hairless, cute though. I know some guys prefer smooth and it looks natural - I don't think he's shaved it. Still, I know I offer something that guys who love it, love - I figure there's enough to go round and the black guy pulls out and double dips in to the other bottom's cunt. He moves between the two of us, my cunt then his and back and forth - I make sure I get the load. And I turn around to see him. He's really tall with big, full lips, another feature on many black guys I just can't get enough of and we spend sometime just kissing, his cock growing hard again, before he fucks me one last time and then leaves. It's gone 2am now and I notice that the woods have grown much quieter. I get a little worried. There's no one around the fuck tree and I can only vaguely remember the directions back to the path. I start the route back, hoisting my shorts back up - my knees blackened and sore from pressing against the tree. My arse aches but in the best of ways and I'm literally dripping, but my fatigued muscles can't find the strength to contract and I can feel the spunk oozing out of me, dribbling down my legs and dampening my shorts. As I'm walking back up the path, I bump in to the other bottom and we compliment each other on our arses - we deserve it, we've worked hard tonight. He sees me safely back to the path and i walk back to the car with so many loads of stangers' jizz that half of London could have emptied their balls in to me and i still wouldn't recognise their faces or know who they were. I love that, walking down the street and not knowing if the guy passing me has cum inside me - so fucking hot. I get back in the car and begin the drive home. as I'm in Camden, North London, I'm slowing for a red light and an asian guy walking towards me stares at me and I stare back. I think he's cruising me, so as if it's an instant reflex, I hit my indicator and pull left in to a side street - I see him in my mirrors stop and watch me and as I park up, I hope he's coming to meet me. I don't know if my arse can take another cock but I'm sure as fuck going to try. Then it occurs to me - this is London - he could just as well be on his way to shoot or stab me, mug me even, let alone fuck me. But as he comes aorund the corner and smiles at me I know that's not the case. I lock the car and we walk down the street, further in to darkness until a back street opens up behind the main road i'd been driving down and we slip in to it together, kissing and groping. I turn my back to him and drop my shorts and he feels my arse, soaking. I hear him sniffing his fingers and then I hear him snort or laugh, I can't quite tell which. The streets seem empty, but it's Saturday night and neither of us wants attention. I'm sure i can feel him grinning behind me as he puts the head of his cock to my hole and wanks a little to get hard. He slides inside me, pushing my face in to the brick wall and fucks me roughly, pulling my hips out so i'm crouching a little. He fucks me hard and fast, his cock probably about 6" but he's circumcised, as so many asian guys are and his cock is thicker in the middle, which I love - nice for teasing and stretching your hole. He pounds my slick cunt, and i feel more cum dripping out of me. I almost want him to stop - I want to keep the cum, but i'm past that now and i want his fresh load and then before I know it I can feel his breath on my neck as he thrusts and bucks, jerking involuntarily as he unloads inside me, zips up and disappears without a word. I head back to the car and drive home. I fucking love London.

I hooked up at STEAMWORKS with a scruffy bottom who had a sweet, tight ass and who was hungry for fuck seed. He left the door open when he came in my room, so I knew he din't mind being watched while being fucked, which is a turn on for me. Then he suggested I take him to the fuck bench and fuck him in front of other guys. What a fucking turn on. He sucked cock while I bred him. It was hot to have guys come up and feel my balls and bare cock. Anybody else hooked on giving a bareback sex show?

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

It was the annual Toga Party at my frat, Omega Chi, the sexiest party of the year. I belonged to the hottest frat on campus, the one that all the top jocks belonged to. And the Toga Party was the most sought after invite of the year for anyone who was anyone. It was tradition for everyone to wear nothing under their toga. This near nudity, combined with alcohol and young libidos generated an atmosphere of super charged, horny college boy's and girls. And PLENTY of fucking went on around the house, in every closet and corner. Some people even fucked right out in the open, only their togas hiding their naughty bits. My name is Cole, and I'm a Junior and Treasurer of Omega Chi. As such I get the rare priveledge of one of the small private rooms on the third floor. This is nice because I'm secretly gay and it gives me a private place to jerk off on a nightly basis, fantasizing about my brothers, all of whom I've seen naked many times. I also like to sneak their dirty jockstraps out of their laundry and inhale their musky odors while I finger my hole and shoot my load. I'm not a jock like the rest of them, I'm a straight up nerd. I'm in the frat to help keep the grade average up for the house, and to tutor the guys that need it. I'm 5'10" and skinny and couldn't throw a football if my life depended on it, so being in this environment with all these hot studs was a dream come true. My biggest crush was Mitch. He was a GOD! He was only a freshman, but he was already the starting quarterback, he was that good. He stood 6'3" with buzzed blond hair, dazzeling blue eyes, and a body built like the Nordic, Minnesota, cornfed, farmboy he was. And a cock to match! I had showered next to him many times in the house, which was always a challenge to not spring a raging hard on. Tonight he was drinking pretty heavy, something he didn't do often. As the night went on he got more and more sloshed, hitting on several girls, fingering them under their sheets. But he must have been TOO drunk for them to take him up on his offers to fuck. Sometime around 1:00 he disappeared and I figured he finally was getting laid. I was getting tired too and headed up to my room. As I opened my door my heart leaped into my throat. There, sprawled out on my bed was my every dream come true. My Nordic god was passed out, snoring away with his toga barely covering his naked body. I froze, not knowing what to do, my eyes scanning him from his beautiful size 13 feet, up his bare legs that were covered in dark blond hair to his torso also covered in a light smattering of blond hair. The toga exposed one of his luscious pink nips and the arm over his head exposed his hairy pit in all it's glory. My mouth went dry as I looked at him and shivered. I did the most logical thing I could and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and telling him to get up. He just responded with more snoring. I slapped him hard across the face a couple of times, and still he didn't wake up. The shaking had managed to open his toga more, exposing his uncut cock nestled in his big, furry balls. At this point my mind exploded. Here was my ultimate fantasy, passed out cold, nearly naked, and totally vulnerable on my bed. Before I even realized what I was doing, I locked my bedroom door, and stood over him, dropping my own toga so I was naked, my own 7 inch cock standing straight up. I breathed heavily. Do I dare act out what was running through my mind? What if he DID wake up? He'd beat the shit out of me! But my own half drunk horny brain took over the better part of reason. Carefully I undid the rope around his waist, opening his toga all the way, totally exposing every inch of his beautiful body. Leaning down, I kissed his mouth which was slightly open, slipping my tongue inside, licking his teeth and tongue, sucking on his lip, gently biting it while my hand crept down to his cock. Grabbing it firmly, I started to stroke it, my hand trembling at the excitement of finally touching what I had wanted for so long. His cock stirred and started to get hard as I manipulated it, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing his cockhead. He just continued to snore. I moved my mouth to his nipples, sucking first one big pink tit, then the other. I gently bit them as I sucked, nibbling on his nubs as his cock grew harder in my hand. I swear he slightly moaned. Getting more and more bolder, I then buried my face in his armpit, breathing deep his musky scent. I couldn't get enough of his smell as I sniffed and licked his dank hairy pit. His cock just got harder. I pulled out of his pit to look at the cock I had been dreaming about. It stood rock solid at this point, the big, pink mushroom head pushing out of it's sheath. It was a solid 9" at least, and a fat one at that. Throwing caution to the wind I dove down on it. Mitch let out an audible groan as my mouth engulfed his knob. I had to stretch my mouth wide and it was almost to fat, but I was too far gone to stop and I forced as much as I could down my throat. Then something surprising happened. Mitch started to piss. Without warning piss just started flowing into my mouth. I was shocked but just clamped on and swallowed all I could. There was NO way I was going to pass this once in a lifetime chance to drink the starting quarterbacks piss! There was so much it flowed out of my mouth all over his stomach and balls, soaking both us and the bed sheets. When he finally stopped I continued to nurse on his still rock hard cock until I started to taste his precum. He just continued to snore and breath deeper. Now I was at a crossroads. Do I keep sucking him, or do I go a step further. I realized as much as I wanted to suck the load out of him, I wanted something else far more. I wanted him to breed me. And this might be my only chance ever. I grabbed some Vaseline out of my drawer and spread a big glob on my asshole, working it in me. Then I spread another big glob on his cock, working it around, getting him slicked up. Then, my body trembling in fear and excitement, I straddled his stomach, pulling back his foreskin, and placed the top of his throbbing cock against my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and pushed his head into my hole, wincing as he popped through my ring. I paused for a moment as I adjusted to his size. I wondered to myself what the fuck was I doing? I'm insane! But I no longer cared. I had the quarterbacks studly cock in my hole and I started to slide down on it. Slowly I slid down his pole until I had all 9 inches buried in me and I could feel his hairy bush against my stretched hole. Now I started to ride it, up and down, pulling it out till just the head was in, then sliding back all the down, my hole squeezing and milking his cock as I went. Leaning over, I planted my lips on his while I rode him like a sorrority bitch. I sucked his tongue while my ass gave him the best fuck he had ever had, even if he didn't know it! I swear he started moaning and pushing his hips into my hot wet hole. He was probably dreaming he was fucking some hot pussy, and he was, just not the kind he thought! Even in his drunk, passed out state it didn't take him too long to cum. Such is the beauty of youth. Soon I felt his cock expand and start throbbing deep in me and I knew he was flooding my innards with his hot, jock cum. I sat all the way down on his dick and milked it as hard as I could with my ass muscles, draining him of every drop of his precious nectar. I finally had what I had wanted for so long. I was bred by the quarterback. When his cock started to shrink, I gently pulled him out of my ass. As much as I wanted to keep his load deep inside me, I had a better idea. In my drawer I had hidden one of his jockstraps. This one was nice and used when I snagged it, smelling deeply of his cock and ball sweat and urine. I held the pouch up to my ass and squeezed his load out and into it. This way I had another way to enjoy him later as I jerked off, remembering tonight. I just had one problem left. MY own rock hard cock begging for release! I thought of just jacking off while I stared at my naked god, but my perverted mind told me other ideas. Carefully, I rolled my snoring stud over onto his belly and spread his thighs apart. Taking the Vaseline, I lubed my cock and his hole. Quickly I lined myself up to his hairy hole and slid my head in. Stopping to make sure all was well, I then pushed the rest of my cock all the way in. OH MY GOD it was like nothing I had ever felt! Pure smooth velvet engulfed my dick as I buried myself to the hilt. As I ground my pubes against his hole I know I heard him grunt, then let out a small moan. That was all I needed to hear. I slowly fucked my frat bro deep and long, enjoying every moment of his luscious hot hole. But I was so worked up at this point, it didn't take long before I was pumping my own hot load into his sweet jock guts. I could hear him moan and mumble something as I pumped shot after shot of sperm as deep into his guts as I could. Finally, I had no more in me. I reluctantly pulled my spent cock out of what was pure heaven, and cum slowly trickled out of his slightly gaping hole. Without a thought, I buried my face between his cheeks and feasted on the hole I had just devirginized. Digging my tongue in and sucking my jism out made him moan some more. When I got all I could, I stood up, got dressed and left my room, leaving my sleeping Adonis alone on my bed. The next morning I was terrified about what I had done! The reality of raping the quarterback and all the consequences filled me with dread as I eventually went back to my room and slowly opened the door. Mitch was gone. I sat on my bed and pulled open my drawer that contained his dirty, cum soaked jockstrap. On it was a note that said...."I know what you did!" My heart pounded in my chest as I turned the note over. "It's our secret. To be continued...." All I can say is the rest of our college time together was pretty fucking hot.

This is the first time I've ever posted. This story is true and, if you like it, I'll post more. It dates back to 2006 when I still lived in Manchester, UK and had visited a gay bathhouse there for the first time. Enjoy. I remember my first visit. I hadn't meant to take it raw. I'd always wanted it, but had never given in, too scared of the consequences. I was nervous even just entering the sauna. Terrified someone would see me and recognize me. That was scarier than taking it raw, I don't know why. Basement in Manchester is hidden down a backstreet, Tariff Street, in the city's Northern Quarter. You enter the building down some stairs and come to a door with a buzzer. My fingers were trembling, but I pressed it. There's a camera, so staff can see who's there in case... well, I'm not sure what it's there for - I imagine they let anyone in, in fact my later visits would confirm this. The clientele are a mix of young muscle pups, skinny queens, ageing queers and everything in between. When I walk down the stairs there's a desk and the tall, muscled man, fit with an 'I could fuck you three ways from Sunday and not be out of breath' grin on his face asks me if I'm a member. I'm not. I have to pay extra, but it's a one off payment and I'm here now anyway. What freaks me out more is that they take my picture and they want details: my name, my birthday - they have my picture. Fuck! I notice the walls and desks are crudely painted black, the countertop red - whore-red. He passes me a towel and I ask for poppers too. I can get fucked quite happily without poppers if the top starts off slow, but who wants to start slow? And anyway, I like the high. He hands me my locker key. I've read stories about saunas in America, but it's different in Britain - you don't get your own cubicle. It's more of a wandering free-for-all. I enter the door into the locker room and a couple of guys are getting changed, nude, taking their time, no inhibitions. I strip as quickly as possible and throw my towel around myself. I feel like people are staring at me. I'm 23, 5'9", slim, toned, nice big arse and I'm hairy - I'm not ashamed to say it. I hate all of the prepubescent shaving shit. I'm hairy - fuck it. I've had guys ask me to shave my hole before. Fuck right off. Men are supposed to have hair - real men, that is. With my head down, I walk through the locker room, gripping my towel firmly around myself with one hand and my poppers in the other - I've already taken the plastic wrapper off - I don't want that to spoil a moment, should any occur. On my left there's a darkened passage leading to somewhere I can't see, on my right there's a Jacuzzi, showers and toilets and at the end of the corridor is a seated TV area where you can buy drinks etc. I wasn't here for that. I turned left. In the darkness I can only see shapes in white towels, forms passing me, stroking me, brushing against me, but I'm too nervous to stop and reciprocate. I keep walking. There's rows and rows of cubicles, doors hanging open, some closed, some empty, some with guys doing... Well, you know what they're doing. It's my first time in a sauna - I want to scout the place out first. See what it's all about, so I do a lap of the facilities, head still down. There's a sling, gloryholes, a cage, a darkroom, a porn room and loads more cubicles. I focus on the darkroom. I've never been bothered about looks. Yes, we all like attractive men, I myself am a good looking guy - boy next door type, no model, but I'd turn your head a little if I'd made an effort that day. I just like men. I don't care about age, colour, size, etc. For some reason I've always felt ashamed of that when with friends so I've never admitted it. I didn't need to admit to anything in the darkroom. I walk in and I'm blind. My eyes take forever to adjust and I can still only see towels hanging from silhouettes and hear anonymous moaning from the corners. I feel a swarm of hands feeling over me and I panic - it's too much. Fuck. What's a nice boy like me doing here anyway. I brush them away and leave the room. After a while I get cruised in the corridors and I accept an invitation from a guy, late thirties I guess, tall, dark hair, ok looking. We fuck and kiss, but it's a cold mechanical fuck and he can't kiss, one of those tongues that darts in and out really quickly - it's not good. He seems way more into it than me, but it gets me horned up and after a good sniff of poppers o just lay on my stomach and let him hammer away until he's done. He wears a condom throughout and he's careful when he pulls out to slide it off gently and put it in the bin, then he slaps my arse, kisses me and says thanks, before leaving. I'm less than satisfied. After a fumble in the gloryhole-cabins, I head back over to the darkroom, a bit more courage now that I've had a bit of cock and I'm seriously in need of more. I feel around, groping for he first cock I can find - nice and thick with a really bulbous bellend. It tastes of lube but that only occurs to me later. I feel hands from behind me, groping for my cock and arse and this time I don't stop them. I sniff my poppers as they continue to explore and I slide my mouth up and down on the thick meat in front of me, now oozing precum and dribbling with my spit. I hear spitting and feel wet fingers probing me but I let it happen, why wouldn't I? Eventually my towel drops from my waist and I fumble for it, throwing it over my shoulder. Fingers are deep inside me now and I can hear whoever is behind me sniffing poppers and groaning to himself. More fingers enter until there's 3, maybe 4 from two hands, the poppers are blurring it now and the guy on the end of the cock I'm eating is moaning louder and louder. I feel him swell and the fingers in my cunt slide more smoothly as one, in and out and I'm in ecstasy, when the meat in my mouth explodes and I lick, drink and suck every last drop like its my last meal. As he moves away, I lean forward, hands against the wall and I realise that it's not fingers now, it's cock. Raw cock. There's no condom, just skin on skin. My fingers stay at my hole feeling it slide in and out and hearing him moan and it's amazing, but I know I should stop it. I get worried he might cum. Inside me. Cum. Inside me. I panic and I lean forward so he falls out of me, but he continues to try and reenter and begins to grow forceful. I push him away and in a hurry, embarrassed and worried, I leave the room and head for the showers. I wander around for a while before trying the darkroom again. Within seconds I'm sucking another cock, pierced and it's all I can do to keep my teeth in tact as he plunges it in and out of my throat. And then suddenly I feel hands again at my hole and before I know it he's guiding his cock in. I'm still concentrating on making sure I keep all my teeth and the guys behind me is just forcing his way in - it's the same guy from earlier. I don't know how I know, I just do. Same cock. Same guy. And I can feel him in there raw. It stings as there's been no introduction, just whacked it straight up inside me. The guy I'm sucking grabs my shoulder and the back of my head and I can't move as he fucks my face aggressively and deeply. I hear the guy behind me shuffle forward as he enters me balls deep and begins to hammer away quickly. I know what he's doing. He's determined to cum inside me. I edge forward, as much as I can without choking, but he follows, slamming my cunt until my natural juices flow and I'm dripping. They're both groaning now and both getting faster and I'm stuck, bent over awkwardly, I want to stand up, but I can't. The guy behind me finishes first, thrusting himself as deep as possible and gripping my waist to pull me closer . He's making sure I've got it all. As he pulls out the guy in my mouth cums and I suck and drink up - it'd be rude not to. Fuck. I feel my arse, fingering it a little and sniffing my fingers, sticky and pungent. Cum. Fuck. Panic takes over again. Fuck. I don't even know who he is. I don't even know what he looks like. I literally don't know a thing about him. As I stumble out of the darkroom, a little unsteady on my feet from poppers and being bent over in the dark, several guys eye me as I come out - was it one of them? If so, they don't give themselves up. I head to the showers and clean myself up. It's done. I've got a stranger's raw load inside me. There's no going back. I dry myself off and walk through the corridors, my head still low. Do any of them know what I've just done? I throw my towel on to the plastic mattress in a cubicle and climb in and lay face down. Fuck it. It's not long before I hear my cabin door creak and then close, the bolt sliding it shit. Locked. I stay face down. It could be anyone. God only know what they want, but I wait face down and don't move, trying to stifle my breathing. I can feel myself tremble a little as a firm m, warm hand grips my buttocks and slides about my arse. I can tell that he's wanting with his other hand. He fingers my hole, still wet, ready lubed. He uses his thumb and forefinger to stretch it a little and rub it in all the right places. Then he stands up and moves forward. I don't want to see him. If I see him, it's real. Glue grips my hair and turns me to face him, sliding his cock straight into my mouth. It's semi hard. Shaven, cold like it's just been washed, but tastes fresh enough. I can't resists a glance up, but I can't make much out from the angle I'm at. I suck him until he's hard, relishing his cock like the good slut I'm becoming. He leans over while I continue, fingering me and pulling at my hole, before pulling away. He spits on my cunt and I can feel him dribbling more saliva on there too. He rubs his cock against my arse like he expects me to pull away, or tell him to put on a rubber. I should, but I don't. 'I'll let him play a little,' I think, 'then I'll tell him to put a condom on.' He takes my lack of reaction as the go ahead and slides himself in me bareback, groaning and relaxing as he moves every once deep into my cunt. I take a few big sniffs of poppers, lay my head on my towel, hands limp by my side and just lay there as he goes to work. He's hot and sweaty and I feel it dripping on me. It's disgusting, but it makes me hard and I want more. He leans with both hands on the small of my back as he works my arse. Sliding smoothly and rhythmically in and out, never quite withdrawing completely, he fucks me like he owns me and I let him. I don't move, save to take more poppers - I simply lay and groan. I feel him getting faster and faster and he presses harder on the small of my back, which makes me arch my back and lift my head. He's really pounding me now - he doesn't care what I feel. I hit the poppers again and he cums, panting, groaning, spurting his jizz in to my gut. He slows to a halt and stays there for a moment, before collapsing in me, for one me down, his sweat slick along my back and I feel for a moment like I can't breathe. As I start to push up his cock slips out and he climbs off me. I breathe deeply trying to clear my head from the poppers and he unlocks the door and leaves. I just lay there. My body is still, but I'm fraying on the inside. I'm coming apart. What have I done? I begin to rationalise. It's only two guys. You don't do it often. What are the chances of catching something? Questions flood my mind and I try to play them down but before I can address all of them another hand is crawling over me. I feel his towel, damp and heavy, drop across my feet and he climbs onto the mattress,'forcing my legs apart to make room. His fingers find my hole immediately and within seconds his short fat cock is in my and I can feel his beer gut leaning on my as he thrusts crudely, I gratefully into my sloppy hole. It doesn't take him long before he's done and he leaves. For some reason I'm hard again. I have the cum of three complete strangers, none of whom I've even seen, swimming around inside me and my 7" cock is solid, pressed hard against the now sweaty plastic wrapped foam mattress. 'I'll give it another minute,' I think, the. I'll go home. But it doesn't take that long for people to come in. I'm still lying flat, my head turned to face the wall. There are at least two of them. One immediately turns me to suck his cock. His body is tan, smooth and I can see tattoos and pierced nipples, a shaved head and a weathered face that doesn't give a shit. His cock is bound by a thick metal ring and I eat it like my life depends on it. The other guy(s) (I'm still not sure if it's one or two) play with my arse and I feel warm breath on my arse as a tongue begins to play me. I writhe in pleasure. My entire body feels electric. I don't know what they look like. I have no clue who they are. But in that moment I want both of them, all of each of them, on me, in me - I just want them. They swap places but the guy whose cock I've been sucking doesn't rim me. Instead he straddles me and pushes my legs together so he's either side of me. He pressed his bare cock to my hole and slides in slowly. The cum inside me is beginning to dry and my insides are a little tacky - he sort of kissers further inside me, letting out a relaxed grunt as his balls halt him from going further. I'm still going to town on his friends veiny meat, I shaved with pubes bouncing off my chin and tickling me, but I don't care, I want him pubes and all. After fucking me for a few minutes, he pulls out and slaps my arse with his cock and I feel his hands lift my hips so that I'm brought up on all fours, but carefully so as the cock I'm sucking doesn't spill out of my mouth. I feel the guy behind me sit up, levelling his cock to my cunt and then he begins. He thrusts inside me so deeply and with such rhythm that I can't tell if it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt or if it's hurting me but there's no time to think. The cock in my mouth is dripping precum and I lap it up, licking his balls and sack and the gap between his thighs and enjoying the fact that the cock couldn't possibly be any harder - it's solid. He mimics the other guy's earlier actions and takes it out of my mouth, slapping me on the cheek with it. The other guys pounds away until he ruts up high inside me, gripping the flesh around my buttocks so tightly that it hurts and he lurches forward making me feel as though I can taste his cock too. I have nowhere to go. While they swap places again, the guy who's just cum lets me clean him off - less lets me, more makes me, but I do it - it seems like I have to. It's not long before his friend cums and the pair of them leave, thanking me and laughing to themselves. I took many loads that day. I've been back many times since too. Let me know if you like and I'll post some more

Sam and Jake have known each other all their lives since both their parents were best friends with one another. Jake was a year younger but he always acted like he was older than Sam since he was taller and stronger. When Jake was 10 and Sam was 11, both of Jake’s parents and Sam’s dad passed away in a bad car accident leaving both boys in the hands of Sam’s mom alone. They had to move into a smaller apartment in the poor section of the city. Jake had darker hair and darker complexion that made him look passable as a latino however Sam’s blonde hair and pale white skin stood out among the other kids in their new neighborhood who were mostly black and latinos. At first Sam was often the favorite victim of the neighborhood kids and Jake had gotten into many fights as he tried to protect Sam from them. One of the worst bullies were Kwame and Samba, twin brothers who were same age as Jake they were both taller and they loved to tease Sam’s pale white skin which was extremely different from their dark black african complexion. Samba and Kwame lived with his dad in the apartment next to Sam and Jake so they couldn’t avoid running into each other. At first they got into fights almost everyday and twin boys’ dad and Sam’s mom had to try to mediate among them and urged them to be good friends with one another. However Sam’s mom and the twin’s dad started to take interest in each other after dealing with their boys day after day. One Saturday morning, Samba and Kwame woke up to the sound of Sam’s mom and their dad having a wild sex in their dad’s room with the door open and saw them in action. The twins were aroused by the vision of Sam’s mom’s white pussy clinging onto their dad’s massive dark black cock. After that day, the twins stopped picking on Sam and all four boys became good friends. Four boys often hung out in one apartment while their parents used the other one to fuck. However their parents’ sexual relationship ended when the twin’s mother moved to US from Senegal to be united with the family when they were 14 y.o. Twins’ dad kept on fucking both women which kept their relationship awkward but the four boys continue to grow closer to one another. Sam was 15 y.o. and yet his body still looked boyish while the younger 3 boys’ bodies were already growing into young manhood. Both Kwame and Samba loved to hang naked around the house and after years of being friends, Jake and Sam didn’t shy away from being naked together. And being the teenagers with boiling hormones made their cocks hard often. Although both Kwame and Samba’s black cocks looked impressive 8/9” in length with a thick shaft, Jake’s dark olive colored cock was as big and thick as twins’ black cocks. However Sam’s white cock was only 5” when fully erect. Twins teased Sam that he should use his ass like a pussy since his small penis is barely bigger than a clitoris. Four boys grew up more like brothers to one another than friends by the time they grew up to be young men of 18 and 19. Kwame started his training to be a police officer after high school while his brother Samba and Jake joined the Navy together. Sam commuted to Columbia University from their apartment. Sam came home one late night after studying late in the library but as he opened the front door, he was greeted by his mom getting fucked by the twin’s dad, Jamal deep and hard in their living room. Sam took a brief second to enjoy the sight secretly before he dashed to his room pretending to ignore the whole scene. However the hard pounding of their bodies and his mom’s loud moans kept on bothering Sam making Sam’s cock hard as a rock. Sam started to take off his clothes as he place one hand around his penis almost automatically while he imagined Jamal’s cock fucking his ass instead of his mom’s pussy. Sam’s other hand started to finger fuck his own ass for few minutes until he realized it and pulled the fingers out of his tight hole. He bent forward in front of his mirror and spread his butt cheeks apart until he saw his own pink hole opening twitching with hunger. He thought his hole looked pretty as he slowly stood up and pulled on a boxer over his hard penis before he head over to the bathroom to pee. As he walked past Jamal and his mom fucking to get to the bathroom, he froze when Jamal pulled out of his mom’s pussy completely and stood up in the middle of living room staring at Sam. Sam’s mom’s body collapsed onto the floor and Jamal’s cum flowed out of her wide open pussy. Jamal’s cock looked more gigantic and intimidating as the whole 13” shaft glistened with combined juices of his cock and her pussy. “Hey Sam. It’s been a while.” Sam stared down at the man’s magnificent cock intensively as his mouth started to water for it. Jamal brought a glass pipe to his lips and lit it up while he watched the young while man stare at his cock with hunger and need. As he inhaled deeply, he saw Sam slowly walking closer to him while lowering his body til he was on all four at his feet before he had to blow out the white smoke. Jamal pulled Sam’s head back by the handful of his blonde hair and blew it into his open mouth. He then pushed his cock into the open mouth before the smoke escaped the pink lips making the white smoke flow around his thick cock shaft. He fucked Sam’s face and throat for a while before he fed the pipe to his lips for big hits 10 times in a row until young Sam’s lung was filled with smoke and his breathing became shallow. Young Sam’s eyes were out of focus and as Jamal fed his cock to his soft lips, Sam swallowed it to the base choking his own throat. Jamal pushed Sam’s head down into his cock while he reached behind him for his boy pussy. He used few fingers to pry it open wider and slapped white cheeks hard before he turned Sam around. He saw his own big hand prints of redness on the white skin of his pussy boy and gave him another one on each cheek as he slammed into his hole with one push. After years of taking his massive black cock, Sam had almost no problem taking it to balls. He pounded the boy pussy as deep and hard as he could while he took another hit from the pipe. Jamal continued to pound Sam’s young man pussy til he shot his cum deep into him followed by the hot streams of his Tina piss. Jamal was enjoying the sweet release of his piss into his boy pussy when the apartment door opened and Kwame stood in the doorframe and behind him stood his Senegalese wife. They were both shocked at what they saw and froze for few seconds and watched Jamal piss into his boy pussy while his cock was buried balls deep in the boy’s hole. Jamal’s wife ran back to their apartment while crying but Kwame entered the apartment closing the door behind him. As Jamal resumed his fucking, Sam’s body started to absorb Tina piss into his blood streams and got more into piggy fucking as he started to move back and forth fucking himself on Jamal’s black cock…. Kwame was quick to get naked and stood in front of Sam and Sam was ecstatic to swallow it to the balls and make himself choke on it while he pounded his own piss filled pussy as hard as he could. Both Kwame and Jamal were interested in their own cock’s pleasure as they sandwiched smaller white boy and squashed his body between their muscular bodies. Sam loved how they used his body and did his best to fuck back both cocks as much as he could while his own cock sprayed cum all over the floor under his belly. Kwame reached for his police stick and started to push it into the boy’s already stretched hole rubbing right against his father’s cock. Jamal helped his son Kwame and held Sam’s body still as they stretched Sam’s pussy further with both his cock and the police stick. Kwame kept on holding the popper bottle under Sam’s nose while he continued his effort in intruding Sam’s ass with his stick. Finally Sam’s hole broke open to the consistent assault and both cock and the hard stick reached deep into the second hole of the boy’s ass. Jamal release another stream of his tina piss behind the second wall of the boy’s pussy and Sam’s body shook with the thrill of being used and filled by an older black man. At the same time, Kwame released his piss stream down Sam’s throat and watched his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he busily drank it down. Before his bladder got empty, Kwame pulled it out and sprayed some piss all over Sam’s face and his body. Unlike Jamal’s tina piss, Kwame’s piss had only a little bit of alcohol and Sam loved the taste of it. Kwame pulled his stick out and pushed his hard cock where the stick was right along side of his dad’s cock inside their boy Sam. Jamal held up Sam’s body upside down to give a better angle for Kwame to fuck hard down into it. Jamal held Sam up while Kwame pounded down into Sam’s pussy over and over til he shot his loads deep inside of it. Jamal piss a little more into Sam’s second hole before both the son and dad pulled out of Sam’s stretched hole with a pop and tossed the white boy’s body on the floor next to his white mother. Jamal wrapped a towel around his waist and went back to his apartment to talk to his upset wife while Kwame stayed with the mother and son black cock whore duos.

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Part 3 I laid on the cabin floor in a pool of piss. I curled up in the fetal position, full of shame at what had just happened. Shame at having been raped by another man. But mostly shame because I had to admit I liked it. My cunt, as Mr. Jackson had called it, burned and throbbed, yet felt strangely empty. I found myself wishing there was still something up there. Gingerly, I reached back and felt how wet it was. I put a finger up in me, enjoying the feeling. ZAP!!! My body jerked and twitched as a powerful jolt shot through me. "I didn't tell you to touch yourself boy!" Mr. Jackson yelled at me. "Keep your hands away from your hole! And lick up that piss!" I layed there not sure if he was serious When, ZAP! Another jolt told me he was. I got on my hands and knees and started to lap up the now cold piss, doing my best to avoid another jolt. I licked and sucked the wooden floor until I had cleaned up all I could. Mr. Jackson smiled down at me. "That's a good slut, training you is going to be a cinch. Just think what your parents would say if they could see their son licking up piss from the dirty floor." My cheeks flushed with shame as I finished this humiliating task. When I had finished, Mr. Jackson told me to kneel in the corner until further instructions. I did as told and remained there on my knees for almost an hour, the pain increasing, but somehow also arousing me. My cunt continued to ache, still wanting more in it. Eventually I heard a vehicle pull up outside, and Mr. Jackson opened the door. I knew enough not to dare turn and look, but I could hear three new voices. My heart started racing from embarrassment at these strangers seeing me like this. Mr. Jackson just grabbed my collar and dragged me to the middle of the room. "Here he is boy's! Our fresh little Jesus bitch, ready to become the whore he should be!" The men, all black, laughed as they looked down on my pathetic being. "How much did you give him?" one guy asked. "Just .3 to start. I've got a .5 ready to go." "We'll no use in waiting!" Another guy said as he knelt behind me, wrapping his arm around my neck, holding me tight. Mr. Jackson grabbed my arm and tied it off again. "Please no," I whimpered. "Shut up boy!" Mr. Jackson ordered while the other man silenced me with his hand over my mouth. "I told you I own you now! I am your Master, your pimp, your new god. You will do as I want!" With that he stuck the needle in my arm and pushed the plunger, releasing the band. My body went rigid as I coughed and coughed and the devil's fire rocked through my soul. I hadn't even noticed the men had stripped, all I knew was the guy behind me grabbed my ankles, forcing them behind my head. Another guy spit on his cock and placed the tip at my opening. Without a warning he slammed his big cock all the way up my burning cunt in one hard thrust. I screamed as he buried himself as deep as he could. Fresh tears streamed down my face as he plowed in and out of my hole, pounding me as hard as he could. "Fuck yea!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "Bust that cunt up! Fuck that Jesus boy hard! Make him pay for his sins!" I just continued to cry as the assault on my ass continued. "We'll make a good whore out of him!" The man fucked me in that position for 15 minutes before he bellowed and filled my guts with the second load of my life, burying his cock as deep as he could. Pulling out, he flipped me over onto my belly as the next guy slammed his cock deep in me. My mouth opened as I gasped and the first guy grabbed my hair and shoved his dirty cock in my mouth to clean off. The rest of the evening was a blur. I was brutally fucked over and over by the 4 men. At some point I started to enjoy it and was begging for a cock in me whenever one pulled out. Mr. Jackson just laughed at me. "See, I told you that you were a whore!" "Yes Sir." I answered as another load of cum was pumped deep in me.

Brandon plans to meet Sam - As told by Brandon When I got back into my room I was still on a high from all the sex. After taking another shower and doing some thinking I lay down and texted Ben. He was still awake. “Hiya. Missed you today. Really busy. Just got back to my room.” “Me too. I was also busy. Had some friends over for pizza.” Some fuck buddies I thought. “Oh. Sam and Matt and Josh.” Yeah, I was right. Of course, I had just taken ten loads so could not be judgmental. “Sam? We need to stop talking about us getting together with him and do it.” “Yeah. It seems like he may be interested.” “Is Sam top or bottom?” “Versatile if I remember from college days.” Or from earlier tonight I assumed. “If we fuck it must be safe sex only, with condoms.” “Yeah, of course.” I imagined the smirk he must have had on his face as he typed that. I am pretty sure no condoms were harmed during that fuck session. “We can fuck each other bare when we are with Sam but where he is involved we must rubber up.” “I would not want it any other way.” Lying little cheat. He wanted it bare but probably did not think I knew. Of course I wanted it bare as well but I was prepared to play this game a little longer. I wanted to see him give himself away. Then we could be a load sharing cum loving bareback slut couple. “I’ll be back Thursday lunchtime. Anytime after that is OK.” “A weekday night?” “Sure. Whenever you can arrange for us to get together.” “What should I say to him? I cannot say lets get together to fuck.” Why not, I thought, that’s what you guys have been doing lately. “Oh, tell him I have heard so much about him and would like to meet him.” I had certainly heard a lot about Sam, and a lot of what I had heard I learned at the sex party. Like how he kept a list of everyone who he had sex with since starting barebacking, and how he never ever used condoms unless he was trying to stealth someone. This was going to be interesting. Based on how Zach and Sam seemed to be close friends, I suspected that Zach might say something about me. We would see. “We could meet at Sam’s place for drinks. He has a hot tub and that would be a good way to start.” “Ok. I’ll speak to him and make some plans.” “Cool. Look forward to that. I’m beat. Going to bed.” “Me too. Love you.” “Love you too.” This was an interesting text to send when my ass was still loaded with stranger’s cum

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

In my mind I was constantly vigilant, making sure not to say or do anything that might give me away, but sometimes my eyes couldn’t help themselves when some dude bent over to warm up or when somebody was changing in the dressing room and had nothing more than a dance belt on. Usually I caught myself before anyone noticed me gawking, but not last Sunday. We had just finished a long dance rehearsal at the rehearsal space and were all being called in to the dressing rooms in pairs for our final fittings, and finally I was called in with Neal, the leading man who I was glad to say I had become friends with, despite him being the star and me only a lowly chorus boy. I was relieved that he and I were called in together because, while he was a very attractive guy, he was at least 20 years older than me and I had no interest in him other than as a buddy. Some of you are probably offended by this, but it had nothing to do with his looks or age. In any other group of men, he would shine as the most attractive, but in the theatre, surrounded by college guys and dancers in their early 20’s, he was only average in comparison. The costumer handed us some pants to try on and stepped out of the room so we could change which would usually have been my cue to run off to one of the dark corners or even into a bathroom stall to avoid changing with another guy. This wasn’t because I was that shy, but actually due to my fear of getting hard seeing the rock hard abs, bulging biceps and toned thighs of the other guys. Since it was just Neal and I, and he was engaging me in conversation, I stayed put and stripped to my tighty-whiteys while he tried getting a knot out of his shoelace. “No dance belt like the other boys huh?” he asked when he glanced up at me after finally giving up, and pulling the shoe off. “Nah, I don’t even own one,” I responded while pulling on my first pair of slacks. “I know I’ll need one for dress rehearsal next week but since this is my first professional show I’ve never bought one before and I’m stalling until the last possible day. “I understand,” he continued to undress, peeling off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly cut chest for a guy in his mid-30’s. “I still don’t own a dance belt and I’ve been doing this for almost 20 years.” “How do you get away with that?”I asked him while slipping on my next pair. “With this,” He said, motioning to his mid-section while undoing his drawstring and letting his sweats drop in a puddle at his feet. Unaware of what he was doing I turned and looked at the very moment his pants slid down, and my jaw dropped almost to my feet. “Jockstraps are just as good for me most of the time, and they don’t ride up into a super wedgie like dance belts do.” Neal should have been the one safe person for me to be in here with, but standing only 4 feet away from him now, unable to peel my eyes away from his giant bulge held back by a white athletic supporter, I was suddenly aware of just how naïve I’d been. Here I’d been treating him like an asexual mentor, and he was secretly concealing a fuzzy, muscled, horse-hung, sex god under his track pants and cotton pullovers. “Pete? Peter? Yo earth to Pete!” He snapped his fingers bringing me back to reality so quickly I caught my foot in my pants and fell forward into his naked chest. “Whoa boy, I thought you were more coordinated than the average teen. Or has this suave dancer façade been nothing but an act?” “Sorry,” My mouth was dry and I couldn’t push away and turn around to try on the last pair of pants fast enough. “Just wasn’t expecting…” “What?” His voice sounded too close for my comfort, and send a shock down my spine that began stiffening my cock. “Oh, I get it. Grossed out by my flabby ass and fur.” “you forgot your bare ass in that jock,” my quip caused us both to laugh. “That’s more crack than even Lindsey Lohan could handle!” “Hurrying to finish, I dashed out before he stopped laughing and ran almost straight into the costumer. “How’d it fit?” Big enough for you?” She asked. “Big enough? You mean the pants! Yeah plenty big. All of them were just perfect.” I said trying to sound nonchalant while begging my hard on to go down. “Well you are not getting off that easy,” she said, pushing me back towards the dressing room. “go put the number one pick back on and lets see it so I can mark any alterations I need to make.” “But” “Go! And send Neal out in the grey suit if it fits okay!” and with that she opened the door and pushed me back in, right past Neal who was passing me in the very grey suit she had mentioned. “So what do you think? Too tight in the inseam?” She asked as the door shut behind me. Quick before they finished I ducked around the wall with every pair of pants she’d given me and into the rest room part of the dressing area. Tossing the pants on the counter, I dropped my shorts whipped out my cock and began stroking. Just as I was about to cum I heard the door open and Neal re-enter, with instructions to try on the tweed and come back out. Shoving my cock back in my briefs, I picked up a random pair of slacks and slid them on, fastening them with the head of my dick trapped between my abs and the waist band. “There you are!” Neal announced as he rounded the wall, the costumer close behind. “Pam was wondering if you got lost so we came looking for you. Looks like a good fit Pam, so how bout letting me and the kid change into option two?” “The waist is pulling weird,” pam said as she began towards me. “Do we need to take it out a little?” “NO!” I shouted with such gusto it stopped Pam in her tracks. “No, sorry, just wearing the wrong underwear today. It is perfect.” “Wrong underwear?” Pam turned to Neal with a puzzled look. “Yeah, kid forgot to wear a dance belt,” Neal explained while trying on another suit coat over his bare chest. “Can you please step out so I can put on the suit you keep claiming you need to see me in?” “Fine.” Pam turned the corner and went to the door. “Buncha babies can’t get dressed with a girl in the room, I’ll step outside.” “Finally,” My voice revealed a little too much of my desperation for her to leave. “She can be such a knit-picker, even after 3 fittings!” “Seriously Pete,” Neal agreed with my excuse. “Spends hours trying to make my inseam fit just right and can’t make it so my zipper will work. Can you help me out with this?” “With your zipper?” My eyes came to rest on the bulge I previously ignored, wondering if he had to wear loose slacks or sweats all the time to keep it from looking obscene. “Yeah, it is stuck half way down and I can’t get it to keep going,” He added, oblivious to my depraved gaze. “Can you get down there and see if it is caught on my shirt or something?” With a nod I took two steps and lowered myself to the ground. Hands trembling I reached out and took hold of the metal zip, tugging a few times with no luck. “Maybe if I unbutton them,” and he did just that. “Now give it a good tug.” And I did, causing the jeans to slip and pull the jockstrap down with them. Without a thought I kept pulling down but Neal caught his waist just in time to stop the impending nudity, giving me a glimpse of his dark brown straight pubes leading right up to where they meet his cock, but not quite revealing it. “Whoa there buddy,” He said as he pulled his pants back on. “I guess I know what they got caught on! Better let me fix these bad boys. Mind stepping back into the changing section so I can take these off and see what’s wrong?” “Sure,” my cock throbbed as I turned to go around the wall, catching a glimpse of his fuzz-covered ass in the mirror right before cleared the partition and found myself alone again. Listening to him curse at the zipper I walked over to his discarded sweats and lifted them to my face while my other hand undid my trousers and fished out my cock. One deep inhale and suddenly I was exploding. Streams of cum escaping my dickhead while an image of Neal in his jock filled my head. Tossing a few paper towel on the cum spots I used my feet to wipe up while slipping into the second pair of pants. Just in time, Pam burst in and Neal rounded the corner, neither one any wiser about my illicit jerk session. As I packed up to leave after final dress rehearsal a dozen or so days later, Pam spotted me and pulled me aside. Some notes had already been passed along, but she wanted to ask me privately to make sure I went out and got a dance belt before the show opened the next night. Sensing my discomfort, she recommended a specialty men’s clothing store not too far from the theatre and told me to tell them what I needed when I arrived. I explained that I didn’t have my own car these days, and she got a smile on her face. “No problem!” She began walking me towards the dressing rooms. “One of the other guys needs one too and I’m sure he could give you a ride if you need.” Unfamiliar with who was in which dressing room since moving from the rehearsal space into the actual theatre, I didn’t realize who’s door she was knocking at until it opened. “Hey Pam, Pete, what can I do for you?” My heart sank as Pam explained to Neal that I was also needing a dance belt for the show and would he mind giving me a ride there the next morning before call. “No problem, just text me your address and I’ll pick you up around 9.” I considered not texting him the address to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing where I lived. Not because it was some dump, because it was actually a beautiful house in the suburbs. No I didn’t want him to see it because as soon as he did he’d know that no teenage could afford living there unless it was his parent’s house. Finally I decided I’d meet him in front of the apartment complex a few blocks away, when the house phone rang and my mom picked it up. Just as I was about to press send, I heard her say “The blue house on the corner, thanks Neal, we’ll see you at 9.” “Who was that?” I shouted down to her from my room. “That was a guy from the show looking for you,” She called back, nonchalantly. “He said you both need to pick up some dance equipment before the show today and offered you a ride. Turns out he had no idea you live at home. You must be acting pretty mature at rehearsals because when I answered he asked if I was your girlfriend. Isn’t that sweet?” “What did you tell him?” I begged of her as I flew down the stairs, two at a time, screeching to a stop in front of her. “Nothing embarrassing,” she smiled and handed me my coat. “I just explained that I’m your mom and we really appreciate the ride since I have work and your dad is taking your sister to a piano lesson.” I cringed and slunk back to my room to finish getting dressed. Bad enough he now knew I am still stuck at home with my folks, but now he would probably think of me as some sort of baby-faced, mama’s boy who has to get rides from his parents and be home before curfew or something. I wondered if opening night was too late to call and quit my first professional acting gig. Just in case I could avoid him being asked in to meet everyone, I texted Neal my cell number so he could tell me when he was close. When my phone buzzed at 9, I threw on my coat, grabbed my bag and ran out the door before my parents could see me. Rushing down the drive I ducked under some bushes to avoid having to open the gate and ran up along side Neal’s car. “Hey bud,” He reached across and opened the door for me, patting me on the back as I slid into his ride. “Got everything you need?” “Yeah let’s go,” I smiled a fake smile and began making small talk to avoid any questions he might have about just how old I was. Pulling off the highway and into downtown was still new to me, having grown up in the suburbs, but Neal slid from lane to lane with no problems, finally parallel parking like he did it all the time (which he probably did since he worked down here full time as an actor). Hopping out, he led the way to the front door of a small, unassuming shop, tucked between a large bar and an upscale clothing boutique. My eyes took a second to adjust when he ushered me into the dimly-lit entryway. Now indoors, I was shocked to see men’s undergarments from floor to ceiling, adorning mannequins and featured on buff models in photo spreads. Neal took point again, walk past me up to the counter and hitting the bell. Almost immediately a handsome man around My Dad’s age appeared from behind a curtain and asked what he could do for us. “My friend and I are in the show opening tonight across the street,” he said with no ego. “and we both need underwear with the necessary support for us to dance in, without creating any pantylines under our costumes.” “Certainly,” The man seemed to know exactly what we meant and called into the back room for someone named David. “Let me take you to those items and then David and I will help with the fitting.” Gesturing to follow, he stepped around the desk and briskly made his way down a flight of stairs into a much bigger room, with more varieties of undies on every surface. As we passed some truly bizarre pairs, Neal grabbed one from the wall and wrapped it around his neck and feigned choking. We both laughed for a second until the clerk cleared his throat and pointed out two dressing rooms, one for each of us. “If you wouldn’t mind stepping inside and disrobing, David will be along to take some measurements in a moment and I’ll be back with some choices of styles, colors and materials.” The man turned to go before pausing and turning back. “By the way, I am Edward if you need anything.” “I guess we should get undressed,” Neal said, pulling back the curtain to his dressing area and stepping inside. I followed suit and began to slowly peel away my coat and shirt, when I realized there was something missing from this dressing room. “Hey Pete does your dressing room have any-” “Mirrors?” I completed his thought. “Not one, guess we’re supposed to use the big one out in the main area.” David appeared moments later and walked right into my dressing room. He was obviously annoyed that I still had my pants on and dropped to his knees to pull them and my briefs off. Even with the handsome 20ish muscle guy running a measuring tape around my waist, thighs, hips and up my groin, I was too nervous to get hard, thanking God that it wasn’t too cold though. After writing a few things down, David stepped back into the main area and left my curtain open, pointing to something on his clipboard and nodding when Edward pointed to something else. With that he pulled back the curtain to Neal’s area and I wished to heck they weren’t right next to each other so I could have seen if he’d stripped all the way down or only to his undies. For the next twenty minutes or so, Edward brought me pair after pair of dance belts, but much nicer than any I’d ever seen. Finally I had worn it down to two choices, a flesh tone style with high sides and a nice soft pouch, and a black silky pair with an elastic band around the cock and wider waist band to help keep it in place. “Step out and take a look.” Edward said when he slid the flesh tone pair up my legs. My nerves were diminishing and Edward’s forceful tone had me thinking of baseball and fat chicks to keep myself flaccid. Opening the curtain, I was surprised to see Neal on the platform in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but a royal blue dance belt with a drawstring around the pouch to help keep things inside. If anything, his bulge looked bigger today than it had before. “Oh shit, Pete,” Neal turned red and spun around, dashing into his dressing room. “Didn’t realize you were stepping out so soon.” “No problem Neal,” I responded laughing at his reaction. “It’s only slightly less than you were wearing the first time we changed together.” We laughed and I stepped onto the platform and marveled at how manly I looked. My muscle mass had increased quite a bit since I’d begun training for this show, and the baby fat I used to carry around my love handles and pecs was all but gone since I’d been dancing so much. I thought I looked hot, but the faces of the two clerks said otherwise. “Try the black and I will go find on more I think you should see,” Edward said as David shooed me back into the dressing room. Expecting him to leave, I was shocked as he whipped the flesh pair down to my feet and held out the black for me to slip into. This time when he got it to my groin, my nerves were forgotten and my cock began to harden, aided when he grasped the base firmly, ran his fingers under my balls and tucked the whole thing into the black pouch. Running his fingers along the sides to make sure the sides lay right, he stopped as they met, right by my sensitive butt hole. Hearing the other curtain pull aside, I could just see a glimpse of Neal’s back as David stepped out to take a look at the other customer’s choice. Unaware that he’d left the curtain open an inch, I snuck forward and peeked out to see what Neal was wearing. My cock went from tentatively hardening, to full on hard-on when I saw Neal’s massive meat encased in white cotton so thin I could see the ridge of his cock head and a vein working its way down the shaft. David gave Neal a thumb’s up and Neal returned to his room. Absent mindedly stroking my own dick in the black pair, I forgot about Edward’s return until my curtain was thrust open once more and Edward led me up onto the platform. “Not bad,” He said with no hint of disgust or intrigue. My dick was fully hard and causing the black material to poke out obscenely, even creating a wet spot where the tip was leaking precum. “But I think these will work better.” Pulling me back into the dressing room, Edward reached into my pouch and grasped my hard cock firmly, while pulling off the black belt. Not letting go until I stepped free of the black one, Edward finally held open a new pair with a wide black belt, attached to a red pouch, which was attached to two red elastic bands that each made a small loop. Looking confused, Edward showed me to put my leg into the belt first then a loop for each on until they reached the top. Once there he grasped my hard cock once more and slid it and my balls through a small hole in the first layer of fabric in the pouch, giving me tons of extra support around my crotch with nothing touching my ass. He explained that this pair had a built in c-ring for added support, but the tiny leg straps were practically invisible under clothes. Now harder than ever, he tucked my dick back up under the waist band, leaving my bulge quite full but not so obviously stiff. I felt so naked I grabbed my shirt off the floor and tucked it around me and not a moment too soon. Ripping back the curtain, Edward was pushing me out to the mirror. I was surprised to see Neal standing on the platform in a red pair that looked like briefs at the front and a thong in back. Both of stammered for something to say as I took a spot next to him, before he finally spit it out. “Seems only fair I see you bare ass,” he said slapping my butt, “since you’ve seen me that way!” I dropped my shirt a little bit giving him a glimpse at mylily white cheeks, we laughed and the clerks ushered us back to our separate rooms. Once inside I agreed with Edward that this was the best pair for me, but asked if there was one with a fly incase I needed to pee and didn’t have time to release myself from the ring in the pair I had on. Reaching out, he took the top of the pair I had on and peeled back a Velcro piece, allowing the entire front section to roll down and reattach at the bottom, leaving my cock hanging free while still through the ring. “Would you like to see anything else today?” He inquired, before unzipping his own slacks and letting them fall open to reveal a similar pair on him, but made of leather and without any cloth to cover his thick uncut 8 inches. I nodded yes and reached for his thick cock, stroking it as he returned the favor. Pressing my body against the wall by the curtain he peeled away the closest edge so I could see Neal now wearing a crisp white jockstyle belt while David stood back and judged. Looking past them I caught a reflection of my face, chest and cock, being stroked by a meaty older man’s hand and felt a thick finger pierce my ass hole and force itself in two knuckles deep and I lost control. I stifled my cry of pleasure by throwing my head into Edward’s chest and began to cum, stream after stream soaking his cotton oxford shirt and soft wool and silk pants. Simultaneously I could feel Edward’s load shoot out over my dick and thighs. Pulling his chest away, he leaned in and kissed my lips before telling me to get dressed. He looked outside the tiny room and once he was sure the coast was clear he ran off, while I got dressed and waited for Neal. We left about 5 minutes later, making our way to the main floor to pay for our purchases. When Neal asked me where mine was, I told him I decided to wear it to the show. In actuality I had been unable to find my briefs anywhere and, assuming Edward took them to wipe up with, I decided to wear them so any rogue cum drop wouldn’t leave a mark on my pants. Neal was holding his in his hand, and from what I could tell it was one of the white pairs I had seen before, but I couldn’t see which. At the desk, I paid for mine using a credit card I had no idea how I was going to pay off, but luckily Edward (now with a jacket over his shirt and tie) gave me a big discount. Neal paid next and seemed unfazed by the price, whatever it was. As we left I made sure to accidentally leave my ball cap behind, and ran back to get it, sliding my number to Edward before leaving. Opening night was a rousing success and due to some very quick changes I had to make, I was given a private dressing room right off the stage so no one ever saw my new dance belt. By the curtain call, the whole cast ready to get out of there, which meant drinks for most and calling for a ride home for me. “Gonna come out with us for a drink?” I turned at the sound of Neal’s voice. “It should be fun.” “Wish I could,” I said, walking with him toward the parking lot. Rather than further embarrass myself I figured I’d be ambiguous. “Sadly I have to get home and get some stuff done tonight, otherwise I would.” “What is so important you have to skip out on your first professional opening night?” He asked, clapping a hand around my shoulder and pulling me in to his side. The heat coming off of him was almost as intoxicating as the smell of his cologne and sweat, causing me to falter before I could come up with another excuse. “Just come out and have a couple drinks and you can still be home in time for Matlock, okay Grandma?” “Sounds fun but I am not old enough to drink,” I hated admitting it, but it might give me an out. “Sorry, forgot about that.” Neal loosened his arm hold as we walked, but kept it around my shoulders, and it felt nice. “But you can still have a couple tonight if you want. We got a full bar and buffet set up at Jim’s (the director) house, and I live only a few houses down from him so you can crash at my place if you’re too drunk to drive home.” “I dunno Neal,” I wanted to go but was nervous about spending time with everyone and having nothing in common. “I really do have things to get done tonight.” “If you really need to get home tonight then you can come for an hour and then you can drive my car home,” he said, defeating my defenses. “Chances are I will walk back to my place anyway once I decide I’ve had enough. Then tomorrow you can give me a ride to the show and bring my car back.” “Really?” My mind was searching for another excuse but this way I could hang out for a little while, then get home without any one worrying, and check out where Neal and Jim lived. “Okay, but I can’t stay too long.” “I know, I know,” he smiled and walked us over to his car. “You have things to do.” Pulling up outside the house I tried my hardest to seem nonchalant, but inside I was going nuts. Here we were in one of the snootiest neighborhoods in town, pulling up to the cast party for the biggest show of the year so far, and not only was I in it, but I was walking in with the star. It never occurred to me that the party would have more than just cast, but everywhere I looked I saw the local elite. Some famous, most rich, all classy. Lucky for me, Neal was pulled away as soon as we entered, so he could schmooze some big wig producers. Meanwhile the other chorus members grabbed me and pulled me out on the patio where there was a dance floor set up and lots of waiters walking around with champagne. After a few glasses and a few dances, we all decided to check out the digs, and snuck off to see the rest of the house. The ensemble guys and girls were all older than I was, some by a few years, some by a decade, but I was having a great time, especially when one of them absconded with a bottle of expensive vodka and we all snuck into Jim’s screening room to do shots. I’d forgotten all about going home when some of the others decided to go back out and dance some more. A few of the chorus boys who were fresh out of college wanted to see the bedrooms, and asked me along so I joined them. Turns out they were only looking for dirt about Neal and why we’d been hanging out so much. I laughed it off and explained that we were carpool buddies, which put it to rest, until we came upon Neal in Jim’s study and he asked to join us. The other guys were pretty drunk (although I was not far behind) and couldn’t help themselves when they noticed Neal joking with me. “So what’s all this?” One of the guys asked us. “Pete says you’re just carpool buddies, but I heard you two went shopping together and shit.” “yeah we did,” Neal said. “So? Is it too far-fetched to think we could be friends?” “But are you only friends,” the guy slurred. “Or maybe something more?” “Yeah we’ve all heard the rumors about you,” another guy added. “and you can date as many singers and ingénues as you want, but lots of your friends seem to be young guys like us.” “Well, not to fret Gents,” Neal smiled. “I promise not to make any of you my friends. Wouldn’t want any nasty rumors floating around, now would we?” “Besides,” I jumped in, feeling defensive. “If I was sleeping with the star don’t you think I’d have a bigger part?” Everyone laughed at that, even though I was being serious. “Truth is I don’t have a car and he was nice enough to gimme a ride. End of story.” With that, they dropped the subject although I am sure they had some doubts. Truth is, I had some too. Doubts about my ability to control myself around Neal, especially after hearing he might like young dudes like me. A few hours of hanging out and dancing and suddenly the party was ending. I went to get my coat when one of the actresses who had a supporting role, Lisa, grabbed me and told me to follow her. Up some stairs and past a set of glass doors and suddenly we were on a gorgeous veranda. Seated on some comfy couches around a low, glass table were the director Jim, choreographer Steele, the leading lady Rebecca , one of the chorus guys Mark, Neal and now Lisa and me. Taking a seat by Mark, I asked him what was going on, but he just shrugged and told me to “go with the flow.” Pretending like I wasn’t totally out of my league, I listened to the conversation and sipped on a cocktail handed to me by Jim before he went to retrieve something he referred to as “party favors.” Immediately I recognized the smell coming from his pipe as weed, having grown up with a hippy grandma. I’d only tried it once before, but when the pipe was passed to me I took a bigger hit than I should have and almost choked to death. Everyone got a kick out of it, but I wasn’t embarrassed since Lisa and Steele both did the same thing. Pretty soon we’d finished a couple bowls and I was melting into the sofa. Lost in thoughts of how hot Neal and Mark and Steele were, I didn’t hear when Jim asked me a question. “I said: what do you think of your first show?” He asked again. “Seems good to me.” I said, causing another round of laughs. “Got nothing to compare it to.” “Good point,” Mark said, moving in closer and patting me on the knee, before leaving his hard there to rub from my knee up and down my thigh. “Maybe I should ask you what YOU think of MY first show?” I said, feeling very deep. “I’d say you are doing an amazing job,” Steele interjected. Tall tan and ripped I found Steele to be hotter than hot and was flattered by his statement. “You’re keeping up with dudes who’ve been doing this for years and you’re only in high school.” “No shit!” Lisa piped in. “You’re in high school? I knew you looked young but damn man that’s impressive.” “I’m not in high school, I graduated early.” I tried to argue the point but it was futile. “It’s not like I’m 12 or anything.” “No one is saying that,” Rebecca, always the mature voice, chimed in. “We are just impressed at what you can do at this age. Just think about all the things you will accomplish before you’re 21.” “Yeah plus he is fucking ripped,” Neal’s comment made my dick jump despite the booze and pot flowing through me. “Dude’s got killer abs and a butt that makes sales clerks get hard ons.” “Please,” My mouth responded before my brain could catch up. “if anyone made that guy hard, it was you!” Realizing what I said, I turned bright red and tried to morph into the same color as the couch. The crowd took no notice of it and continued chatting about my looks and Neal’s, expanding from there into the rest of the cast. 20 minutes passed when Rebecca decided to call it a night and Steele, Mark and Lisa were heatedly discussing who was the hottest guy in the show. Jim walked Rebecca out while Lisa made her argument for the guy playing her love interest. “Sure he is cute,” Steele interjected. “But he is nowhere near as ripped as either of the two boys sitting on the couch.” “Thank you Steele!” Mark responded. “I’d argue that it comes down to either me, Greg (the dance captain) or Peter here. Who do you think is hottest?” “You,” I said, my eyes locking with Neal’s. Mark didn’t see that and assumed I meant him, and leaned over and kissed me before I could stop him. As stoned as I was I just giggled and covered my face with my hands, all while Mark’s hand had moved to my inner thigh and up closer to my crotch. “If you’re so hot,” Jim said, reappearing through the glass doors with another pipe in his hands. “then prove it Mark. Give us a show.” This was met with applause from Lisa, Steele, Neal and eventually, me. Once I joined in, he agreed, but told us he needed some place with better lighting. So the party moved inside to the upstairs tv room. While Mark went through Jim’s giant collection of mp4s on the house stereo system, Jim loaded a different looking bowl and took a hit before handing it to Steele and Lisa. When it got to me, I looked at it with no idea what it was before giving in and asking. “It’s tina.” Jim replied, still not making any sense to me. “Ya know, crystal?” I still wasn’t 100% sure and decided I was too fucked up as it was and passed it along to Mark who was once again seated next to me. Mark took a big hit from the pipe and then stood up and took off his shirt, revealing tight abs, firm pecs and an entirely unblemished torso except for an eagle tattoo on his right shoulder blade. He moved to the stereo to continue selecting while Lisa and Steele teased him about his tattoo. Before I realized it, the pipe had come back around but now Neal was sitting beside me, smiling and holding the pipe. “Give it a try Pete,” He whispered while the others paid no attention. “It feels really good.” “I am too fucked up already,” I argued, but leaned in closer to share in the whispering. “if I get any higher I’ll forget myself entirely.” “You talk like that’s a bad thing. Sometimes forgetting yourself is the only way to find what you really need.” He said while coming so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Just let me light it for you and take a hit. I promise it won’t make you feel bad, it might even make you feel better.” Looking at his strong chiseled face, I lost control. Clicking and sparking, the lighter burst into a small flame which Neal held to the bottom of the bowl. Clouds of white mist formed and swirled in the round end of the pipe. Neal nodded and I leaned forward and began to suck in the sour, white smoke. “Blow it in my mouth,” Neal instructed. We both leaned in and my lips grazed his as they opened, blowing the smoke into his mouth until I ran out, then pressing into his for a kiss. Pulling away I felt my world get brighter, and my mind get less foggy. While Neal took a hit, I started to remember where we were and what was happening. Suddenly his lips were on mine again and I was taking a shot gun from him, followed by a longer kiss, including a teasing with our tongues. Standing, he walked the pipe to Jim, who seemed to be torn between watching us and the other three. Looking over to see what they were up to, I wondered when I missed mark stripping down to his yellow and green bikini briefs, and when had Lisa and Steele both become topless. I laughed when Lisa made a joke about Mark’s dancing, which suddenly reminded him I was there. Bringing me the pipe, he straddled my legs and took my hand and placed it on his abs. Hitting it himself while I felt his ripped stomach, he took his time before tentatively trying to hand it to me. Neal was back next to me now, and told me to hold it to my lips while Mark lit it. I did what he asked and got an even bigger hit this time, which Mark tried to bend over and suck from my lips, but lost his balance and had to slide off of me onto the couch cushion instead. “Show us what you got Mark!” Lisa called out, now sitting on Steele’s lap, with Jim behind them, taking turns feeling her breasts and his chest. Never one to give up on a challenge, Mark pulled Neal and I over onto the loveseat next to the other three and turned on some music. Unfamiliar with the song, all I could tell you is it consisted of some pop star begging for someone to do things to her, with a very repetitive beat and overpowering baseline. He had some impressive moves, but he seemed to be trying really hard to turn me on by acting feminine, and all it did was turn me off. After a few minutes, Steele pushed Lisa off his lap and wanted to show Mark “how it’s done.” Switching over to the first techno-ish house music he could find he proved what an amazing athlete he is with all sorts of gymnastic moves, while stripping down to a black and gold pair of thong style undies. Even more cut than Mark, Steele was also much manlier and had no problem getting me hard in my pants. Steele tried passing it on to Jim, but he was too busy with his hand down Lisa’s skirt and Marks tongue playing with Jim’s dick through the material of his baggy boxer shorts. “Peter,” Jim said. “Show us what you got.” “Yeah Pete,” Neal said quietly. “I want to see what you got without a shirt in the way.” Taking a hit from the pipe, I felt bold, so I stood up, walked to the stereo and hunted for something to dance to. Originally thinking of something modern I stopped when “feelin’ good” by Sinatra popped up. As the opening strains began I turned around and slowly undid my shirt until it fell at my feet. Sliding in on and around the others on the loveseats, I somehow had them all watching me, frozen and focused entirely on my pants as I stepped onto the coffee table and worked them down my thighs, pulling a blanket off an armchair and using that to slowly uncover more and more of me until the climactic key change where I dropped the blanket. Left only in my special new undies, I twisted and turned and worked my way over to Neal, letting him reach out and brush fingers over my firm smooth butt and around over my cloth covered cock and balls. Just when I could tell all five were buzzing for me to finish I undid the Velcro and rolled down my pouch, until my hard 7 and a half inch dick popped against my abs, drooling precum down onto the floor. “Definitely the hottest,” Mark said before Jim shoved his mouth back down onto his now exposed dick. “Fuck yeah school boy,” Steele added while sliding his dick out of his thong and rubbing it over Lisa’s pussy. “I’m gonna get some of that ass tonight!” “Jim, where is the tina I brought over earlier?” Neal stopped me as I moved to join them on the couch. “In my room in the bedside table,” Jim said between moans as he face fucked Mark and felt up Steele’s ass as it slammed into Lisa’s cunt. “Pete and I are gonna go get it.” Pulling me behind him, Neal dragged me out of the tv room, down the hall and into a large bedroom, adorned with dark wood walls and a huge bed. Sitting me on the bed, Neal pulled open the bedside drawer and brought out another pipe, a bag full of crystals and a small torch. He loaded it, handed it to me and explained how to melt it, then started to hurriedly strip. When I finally got it melted and took a hit, I looked back at him just as he slid his jeans off. All he was wearing now was my briefs from that morning, and they were stretched to the maximum. Handing him the pipe, I worked to get his cock and balls through the fly while he smoked. Finally freed, his cock stood at least two inches longer than mine and was thicker than a peppermill. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” I wanted to lie as I always had and say no when he asked, but instead I just nodded yes. “I can tell. Only a virgin could see that cock and still be laying there.” “Your only job right now is to hit this,” he said, indicating the pipe he was handing me, then dropping to his knees, spreading my legs and munching my ass cheeks. I moaned and took a big hit and moaned and took another hit, and moaned and went on until I was writhing in ecstacy. Once I could take no more, Neal pounced on top of me and told me to get my hands on his cock. While I stroked it, he reached behind me and worked a shard of tina up inside me. “That burns,” I whined and wriggled as he worked some lube into my ass with it. “Good,” Neal smiled and pumped his meat into my fists. “I want to be sure you know that my dick is not meant for little boys like you. You need to feel some pain so you can understand that is nothing compared to what is going to happen. This is your last chance to say no, back down, and go back in there and try one of those average size dicks. Once you agree to stay, I will take that cherry and there will be no going back, understand me?” For a second I stopped and wondered if I was really able to do this? All I could see when I looked at my hands was a dick that I could just barely get my fingers around, long enough to fit through both and still leave a few inches uncovered, and it scared me. But then I glanced up and my eyes caught Neal’s gaze and I remembered how it felt being with him, what he was risking by being with me, and what it felt like with his hand on my shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere.” With that declaration, he tucked my legs back behind my shoulders and poured some lube on his cock. Pulling a small bottle off the side table, he unscrewed the cap and held it to his nose and inhaled. Moving it to my nose, I followed his lead and held it in. My head started swimming and I saw stars as his cock head moved in and pushed against my tight sphincter. In only seconds, but what felt like hours, it breached the hole and sunk inch by inch until slowly, and surely he worked it balls deep. I was in horrible pain, but I had nowhere to run. Hanging on for dear life, he began pulling out and pushing back in, fucking me in ernest, until we were up to a good clip. My eyes were screwed shut until I felt him lean in and kiss me, awakening me to his presence. Suddenly I relaxed a little and his cock managed to go deeper, pressing something so deep inside me that I felt orgasms exploding from every finger tip, eyelash and arm hair. Each sensation was 1000 stronger than my best jerk off session, and I forgot all about the pain just as he reached full speed. “Fuck Pete you’re so….tight…fuck!” Neal growled to me while working himself into a frenzy. I could feel my own balls contracting and knew he was getting close to. Pulling him down against me, his hairy abs stroked my smooth cock and almost hairless cock until I couldn’t hold back and screamed out. “You’re making me cum!!!” My dick exploded, coating us in teen semen, which pushed Neal over the edge. “I’m making you a man! Here it is boy, your last innocent moment. Now you are nothing but a sow to be bred by every bull that can seed you. I’m cumming!” His dick swelled so big that it somehow passed its previous record and unloaded a gallon of cum past my body and into my spirit. As high as I was, I still felt the exact moment his man seed spilled into my soul and made me crave cum for ever after. We laid on the bed, locked together for awhile after that, until my ass began to seek more cum and started to milk his dick again. That was only the first part of a night of surrendering to seeking seed, of a year of discovering my desire for deep deposits, and a lifetime of accepting my addition for any and all anal.

The phone rang and I looked down to see it was my friend Jacob calling. Answering the call, Jacob said he had found me a date. Now, as I hadn't been on many dates recently I was somewhat reserved about the idea, but Jacob didn't give me much of a choice, saying I was to meet him at a local restaurant, the Black Oven that night at 8:00. I was shocked and tried to weasel out, but Jacob wouldn't have it, saying he thought my blind date and I would be great together and even if not perfect, we would at least have a fun evening. So 7:45 that night I was seated at a table waiting for my date, nervous and expecting nothing. The waiter Shawn came by the table to take my drink order. Now Shawn is a handsome 6’ black man with a bulge that is almost obscene, and which he likes to present right at table level. I couldn't help but admire it as I ordered a whiskey sour, mentioning I was waiting on someone. Nick finally shows up and I'm a bit awestruck. 5’6” broad shoulders, chiseled face, body that is muscle but not lean, like a corn fed farm worker. His blonde hair is messy but on purpose. Wearing jeans, a t shirt, and a sports coat. “Nate?” he asked. "Yes. Are you Nick?” He nodded as he took off his sports coat. Immediately I noted three points. First is the t shirt is a baseball t, one of my weaknesses. He looks super hot in it and I wonder if Jacob told him my affinity for them. Second as he stretched to take the jacket off I could see he had at least one nipple pierced, another turn on. And third he seemed to have some sort of tank top on under his shirt because I could just barely make out the straps over his shoulders. I was turned on and super interested for surenow. I hoped he would be interesting or at least find me attractive enough for a roll in the hay later. We started off with the usual topics, about the day, what we did, and had either of us been to the Black Oven before. About then Shawn returned with my drink. Shawn seemed to be surprised that Nick was my date, I chucked it up to the waiter wasn't used to gay dates. But then Shawn asked Nick if he would like his usual. Nick said a white Russian would be fine. After Shawn left I asked Nick if he came here a lot. He got a nervous smirk on his face and said sometimes, the people just liked him here. It was the first real smile I had seen from him. He had been polite up to that point but just polite. I then asked how he knew Jacob, he smiled again and said they met at a party and shared a love of hiking. I laughed a bit because I couldn't see Jacob hiking. Nick responded they went hiking about once a week. When Shawn brought Nick his drink he was smiling, “Jared whipped this up for you, he added ur favorite ingredient from the bar” Nick smiled, and thanked hawn. We told Shawn we weren't ready to order yet and he left us but watched Nicks glass as he walked away from the table. When I asked nick about the ingredient in the drink he said it was a protein drink he had found and loved but could find on the shelves of any store he looked in. I asked him what it is called and he said he couldn't remember. I asked if I could have a taste. He acted a little worried but said sure. It was a typical white Russian btw there was a tangy aftertaste that seemed familiar but buried in the cream. I told Nick it was delicious. He grinned. We talked more about our hobbies, jobs, and interests until Shawn showed back up to take our order. As Shawn was leaving I made the comment that Shawn seemed to be flirting and mentioned the hard to miss bulge. Nick laughed, and said he knew it well. I asked if they had messed around, nick said Shawn has always had a bf that Shawn wouldn't cheat on. Without thinking I asked nick “Have u tried asking the bf for permission?” He looked at me in a strange way for a minute and then said no. I blushed. Just then Shawn brought us our second round of drinks, “Saul made your drink this time and the chef told me to tell you that you have a phone call in the back office.” Nick looked at the drinks and then me. “Do you mind if I shoot your drink and u sip on mine? I don't wanna shoot that much cream right now.” Shawn seemed to stifle a giggle. But I agreed. Nick followed Shawn to the kitchen. My phone buzzed and I looked down to see a message from Jacob, “Balls deep yet?” I responded “no lol.” He told me to make sure I ask to see his overall collection. That's the bad part of your best friend knowing all your kinks and hang ups lol. Then I got a message from an unknown number, “Hey it's Nick, please enjoy my drink this is gonna take a minute, Shawn is bringing me a drink back here” I responded with “Okay, everything okay?” His response “Yeah, just some hard up friends I am having to help down off the ledge.” “ok, let me know if I can do anything” I got no response from Nick. Then a message from Jacob, “so is he perfect?” “He is very attractive, interesting personality, but not sure he is interested.” “why do u say that?” “he just doesn't seem to want to be on a date”. “oh yeah he usually avoids them, I had to beg and promise” “what did you promise him” “several payments if u didn't live up to the expectation” “oh thanks, so ur paying my dates now?” “not in money, just in hikes and drinks, calm yourself, I have no worries this will work out, u would make a perfect couple” “fine” Then I got a message from nick “Just don't be mad at me for being “helpful” with my friends” I responded “no worries” as I was drinking the white russian. That protein drink added some weird globs to the drink. It wasn't until I bit down on one on an ice cube that I started to guess what it was. I knew that funky flavor even if it had been a while since I had tasted it. I swallowed the remaining liquid in the glass. Then I start looking on the ice and glass and found a thick streak of the “protein shake”. I licked it up and let it sit on my tongue, and then I knew positively it was cum as it sat and funked up my tongue. God I love cum. Then I realized what I had done in public. And I was hard as a rock under the table. Then I realized that drink was made for Nick, suddenly I was jealous that he got cum drinks and I didn't. I laughed. I should be jealous that he is getting things from other men but I don't care about that I just want him to share. At that moment Nick returned to the table. I blushed from my evil thoughts and then realized Nicks hair was matted and he was happy on the inside but I could tell he was heading back to something he didn't totally want to do. “Everything okay?” I asked. “Yes” he said, “I was just part worried and part hoping you would be gone when I got back.” “oh” “Look Nate, I really like you, more than most guys I meet but there are some things u need to know” At that moment our dinners arrived, my chicken and rice, his a steak and green beans. Shawn set the plates down, “here you guys go, compliments of the chef” as Shawn stood back up I noticed his zipper was down and his shirt tail poking through was moist. As he walked away I heard Shawn laughing. I looked at Nick's plate and saw his steak covered in a congealed sauce that could only be more cum. He started to get embarrassed because he could tell by the look on my face I had an idea what it was. I played it off, “Yours looks so much better than mine, wanna switch?” He looked nervously at me, “Um, mine is made special for me here. I'm not sure you would like it.” “We'll we won't know if you don't let me try it” He then smiled a little. “I'll give you a taste” he cut me a piece with just a little bit of sauce, and fed me over the table. I chewed enthusiastically and then swallowed. “someone in the kitchen must really like u to add their personal sauce” “Look Nate, there really is something you shoukd know.” “If its about the protien drink you love, no worries, i love it too.” With a smile Nick started again “We'll it's not just that. I'm kind of like the town bicycle, I'll let anyone ride, and without a helmet. So I don't date guys because no one can handle all that, they don’t seem to understand I need the cum” “would you tell me about them?” “Huh?” “if we dated, would u tell me about the loads u collected if I asked?” “I guess yes, but I don't want to have to list everything everyday.” “I said if asked” “We'll okay then” “would u let me taste them in and out of u?” Nick started to smile “yes” “Do u wanna date the guys or just collect their cum and go?” “I'll take cum from any guy that wants to give it to me, but my dream is to go home to my bf to cuddle, be held, and have a relationship with” “ok” “ok?” “no reason we can't date” “seriously?” “yeah do u get cum in your meals at all restaurants or just here?” “Just here, the chef gets a kick out of it, that's why I was surprised Jacob set our date here” “he knew what would happen.” Then I hesitated. “what?” Nick asked. “Did u just get fucked back there?” Nick smiled sheepishly. “Yes” “Can I have a taste?” “How? I'm not gonna have u rim me on the table.” “A finger tasting would suffice” He slipped his finger down his pants zipper fingered himself as his eyes rolled in his head and presented me with a finger covered in snail slime I slowly sucked off his finger like it was the rarest caviar in the joint. He smiled and said,” this could be fun.”

1. Clint Of course, I woke up early. Far too early; when I looked at my phone, it said 4:30 in the morning. I had tried to stay up as late as I could the night before, but finally crashed around nine. I hated jet lag. Being in a new and unfamiliar setting didn't help it at all. I turned on the light by my bed, and looked around my dorm room. It was very spartan; I hadn't been able to bring much more than the essentials on the long flight here. And, of course, in my case, the essentials had to include an entire bag of photography equipment. That was my carry-on. I had enough experience with jet lag to know that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after waking up like this. I had expected that. Last night I had looked at the campus gym's schedule. It would be open in thirty minutes, so I put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I also packed some regular clothes and some shampoo. Even early, the California morning was warm enough that I didn't need a jacket on the short walk to the gym. I got there right as it opened. I was the first person on the treadmill, but as I did my sprints, more people started to filter in. They all looked like faculty and staff, doing their work out before they started their workday. It was far too early for students to be here. Right around six, I finished my workout right, and went back to the locker room. It was still deserted. I stripped off my clothes, and found the steam room. I wanted to relax after the hard run. I sat down on the top bench and then let my eyes adjust to the dim light and thick steam. It took me several seconds to realize that there was another person in the steam room. He was sitting in the far corner on the lower bench. "Morning," he said. What little I could see through the dense steam was that he was a big man with a deep voice. "Morning," I replied. "Good workout?" "Yeah, man. Like to get here before it's too busy. Of course, all the students will get here today and tomorrow. Then it'll be packed" "Yeah, I got here yesterday afternoon." "You're a student?" he asked. "Yeah, freshman." "Damn. Don't usually see you guys here this early. Specially the freshmen." I inched a bit closer, trying to get a better view of the mystery man. Then, I realized that he was black. Although big, he looked like he was solid muscle. "I live in the Middle East," I said. "Still dealing with jet lag." "Must have been a long trip," he said. "24 hours, in total." "Fuck man, that's not long, that's endless. I'm Eli," he said. He stood up to shake my hand. He was naked. He had taken off his towel and had been sitting on it. "Clint," I said. I got off the bench and took his hand. I barely came up to his head, and seemingly no part of him was small: his hand engulfed mine. The rough skin of his palm spoke of a life of real work, not typing at a desk. Closer to him, I could see the dreadlocks hanging down his back, and how very muscular his body was. He spent plenty of time taking care of his body. My eyes drifted downward, across his broad chest and his washboard abs. There was a bit of hair on his abs, some of it grey. He was older than I had first thought. The trail of hair pulled my gaze down further, where I was almost afraid to look. I nearly gasped when I saw the size of his cock. I knew that black men were supposed to be well endowed, but he had the biggest dick I had ever seen, in real life or even in my forays with online porn. Fat, long, and thick, it hung like a sleeping python between his legs. He noticed me staring. "Like what you see?" he asked. I swallowed, and then realized I was no longer in Kuwait. I was in California. What I had fought to suppress for so many years suddenly no longer mattered. "It's impressive," I said, not knowing what else to say. He still had my hand in his, and he guided it down to his cock. My stomach did a flip: it was equal measures of excitement and fear. "Go ahead," he said. I let go of his hand, and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had touched another man's cock only a few times before, childish explorations over brief trips back to the US. I knew enough never to let on what had happened when I got back to the Middle East. But now, in college, in the US, everything was different. His thick shaft more than filled my hand and it was heavy, warm, and alive. As I ran my hand along it, his cock twitched, getting harder. My own dick was rapidly hardening as well, already straining against the towel I had wrapped around my waist. I returned to the head of his dick; it was now swollen and hard. "First time?" Eli asked. "Uh, yeah. Sort of," I said. "Don't worry, it's alright. You have to start somewhere." He put his arm around me, drawing me closer to him. His arm was muscular and heavy on my shoulder, and even in the heat of the steam room, I could feel the warmth of his body. "Of course, mine's not an easy one to start with. But I'm sure you'll do fine." With his other arm, Eli reached down and undid the knot on my towel. It dropped to the floor, leaving me naked and painfully erect. "Don't worry. No one will disturb us here," he continued. "Or, if they do, we'll be giving them quite the show, huh?" He tossed his head, getting a stray dread back over his shoulder. He had a closely trimmed goatee, black hair, also with a few strands of grey. It was hard for me to tell how old he was; when I first saw him, I thought he might be in his twenties, but now I realized he was at least in his late thirties, maybe even older. The age only enhanced his masculinity. He had experienced the world, and of course knew what he liked and what he wanted. He pulled me ever closer to him, and grabbed my cock. "You've got a nice one yourself," he said. Eli was being generous. In comparison to his penis, mine barely even registered. It was a little over seven inches, and right now, it was harder than it had ever been before. Any more stimulation, and I was going to shoot a pent-up load of sperm, all over his body. "Thanks," I managed to moan. He leaned in, and gave me a peck on the lips. I hadn't expected this; it seemed totally out of character for a stud like him to kiss another man. I was shaking in a combination of fear and excitement. "Relax," Eli said. "It's going to be ok." I wanted a closer look at his cock. Trembling, I knelt down, getting my head right on level with his dick. It was a monster, almost as fat as a soda can. It seemed like it was a foot long, although I knew it was probably only eight or nine inches. To think that men had taken it in their mouths, or even up their asses seemed impossible to me. But, at the same time, I wanted to do exactly that, to know what it felt like inside me, to have some connection with this stud. I ran my hand down his sculpted abs, feeling his trimmed hair and pubes. His black pubic hair was flecked with grey. Suppressing all fear, I leaned in and kissed him right at the base of his cock, my tongue flicking as much as I dared against his skin. He tasted exactly like I dreamed a man would taste, a mix of sweat, condensation from the steam room, and an indescribable other. I had never tasted it before, but even after just the first taste, I immediately wanted more of it. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to be able to get enough of it. When he put his hand on the back of my head, I was momentarily terrified that I had gone too far. But rather than shoving me away, he held me in place. "You like that?" he asked. I could only nod. "It feels good," he continued. "Like the taste of my pre-cum?" That was what I had tasted. It was another man's fluid. And I had loved it. I nodded again. "There's plenty more where it came from," he said, as he pushed my head back, the rest of his massive cock coming into view. At the tip, right along his piss-slit, there was another milky bead forming. I abandoned any shame or fear, and leaned in to lick it up eagerly. "Fuck yeah boy. That's what I need this morning." The pre-cum had tasted good when I licked it off of Eli's skin. Now, it tasted amazing when I drank it right from the tap. I opened up wider, taking more of his cockhead into my mouth. I had never done this before, sucking on another man's cock, much less a stranger's cock in an anonymous locker room. But it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was what I was always meant to do. I looked up at him; he was staring down at me, watching me. "Don't stop boy. It feels fucking awesome," he said, smiling. "Just watch your teeth, and you'll do fine." I didn't want to stop. My own cock was throbbing, and I fought the urge to reach down and stroke it. If I did touch it, I would shoot in seconds, and I needed Eli to cum first. I needed to see another man, a real man, cum thanks to my efforts. I stretched my mouth wide, and was able to fit his cockhead and a tiny bit of his shaft in my mouth. "You're doing well," he said. His hand was still resting on my head. He had one finger gently stroking my ear as he guided me up and down on his cock. Eli's voice was deep and masculine, but there was no edge, no anger or roughness to his tone. We were both getting something we wanted: Eli, his massive black cock was getting serviced; me, I was getting trained in sucking dick. "Don't worry," he continued. "It's big and you're a beginner. You don't have to take it all the first time." Then, he stopped talking; the only sounds was the occasional hiss of the steam and the wet smacking of my lips as his cock went in and out of my mouth. He continued to drip pre-cum, and I continued to lick it up. I could have done this all morning, even all day. But, after a few minutes, his breathing got faster and deeper. "I'm gonna cum soon, boy. You want it?" I had known abstractly that sooner or later he was going to cum, but I hadn't thought about the details of his orgasm. Especially the crucial details like where he would shoot his load. I was about to ask him to pull out, but it seemed wrong to waste his seed like that. I wanted to taste it, and I wanted to go all in on my first time. I nodded in agreement, trying my best to say, "yes," even with his cock stuffed in my mouth. "Nice. It's going to be a big load," he said. He picked up his pace a bit, thrusting in and out faster than before. He kept his hand on the back of my head, making sure that he always went in just deep enough, but never too deep. "Oh fuck," he moaned, as his cock suddenly got very hard in my mouth. There was another thrust and then a spurt of hot fluid right into my throat. He had just cum, and I had just swallowed his load. He pulled out so his cockhead was just in my mouth, and the next spurt landed right on my tongue. It was bitter and salty but also sweet. As he had said, there was a lot of it. The third spurt had filled my mouth; some of it even dribbled out the sides of my mouth before I had a chance to swallow. "Oh yeah, drink it up," he moaned, as I got a fourth spurt filling my mouth again. Again, I swallowed his mouthful of cum and then ran my tongue over his cockhead. I got a good taste of his fresh semen. My stimulation prompted a fifth spurt; this was slower, and his cum was thinner and had less flavor. But I still licked all of it up eagerly, and continued to suckle on his cock. "Oh fuck," he almost yelped, pushing me off his cock. "Super fucking sensitive after I cum," he said by way of explanation. I shuffled back, giving him and his still massive tool a bit of room. "Thanks, Clint," he said, leaning over and giving me a quick kiss on the head. "Gotta get to work now," he said and walked out of the steam room. It had all happened so fast: I had just met him, then sucked him off, swallowed his cum, and now he was gone. I wondered if this was what gay life was really like: fleeting encounters with just first names, if even that much. It may have been unfulfilling to my heart, but my cock knew what it liked. I let myself stroke my throbbing cock. As I did, my tongue searched out the last few drops of Eli's cum and I savored the last few drops. It only took a few quick jerks, and my own shaft was soon spurting cum. It was a massive load, squirt after squirt draining from my balls, through my hard shaft and landing right onto the tile floor. When I had finally drained my balls, I stayed on my knees long enough to catch my breath. Even in the dim light of the steam room, I could see the large puddles of sperm on the floor. It felt like I had just shot the largest load of my life. In a moment of wild abandon, I stood up. I walked out of the steam room and left my load behind. I wondered who would discover it, and whom he would speculate had shot it. I rinsed off quickly before getting dressed. The locker room was still quiet and only one or two people were wandering around. There was no trace of Eli. I wondered how he had disappeared so quickly. I checked my phone for the time. It was only 6:45. My roommate, Greg, said he would be arriving in the morning, but I didn't expect him for at least several more hours. Walking back towards the dorm, people around campus were preparing for move-in day. Barricades and signs were scattered around the streets, and the first of the volunteers were getting to their assigned posts. The dorm was empty when I got back. Only a single person was at the check-in desk. I went up to my room, and began to unpack my things. I had brought only two suitcases with me; besides the carry-on with my cameras and a laptop, the rest were clothes and a few pictures to hang up. I would have to go shopping soon; on the long flights, I had already started to make a list of the things I needed or had forgotten. It was barely 8:30am when I was done with the first round of unpacking. Again, I left the sparse room, this time to seek out some breakfast. The cafeteria was also empty; I ate slowly, catching up on Facebook. My friends from school had scattered around the globe for college, many of them were moving in and getting adjusted, like me. After breakfast, I wandered around campus, getting my bearings, and watching the first of my fellow freshmen to arrive. Finally, an hour later, I got a text from Greg. "We're on our way. You settled in yet?" I texted him back, then headed back to the dorm. I wanted to be there when he arrived. At the dorm, there was already a line of cars in the driveway, each one packed full of stuff. I wondered if I had packed too lightly for the year, but remembered that there was always the Internet if I really needed to buy something. I read a bit while waiting for Greg to arrive. We had talked a bit online, and I knew he had been driving cross-country with his uncle. Also he had a car here at college; I hoped we got along because, aside from the whole roommate thing, the vehicle would be helpful. I also hoped that he was going to be cool about me. I hadn't hinted about being gay. In fact, I hadn't told anyone else; my world back in Kuwait was far too small for me to risk it. It seemed like I had been waiting all my life for the freedom of college. And now it was here. Lost in my thoughts, I just barely heard the key in the door. I put down the iPad, and got up just in time for the door to open. I immediately recognized Greg from the pictures. He had been hot in the pictures; in person, he was even better: thick dark hair, clean-shaven face, a trim, and fit body. I tried to act casual. "I'm Clint," I said, extending my hand. "Greg," he said. "Nice to finally meet in person. How was the trip here?" "Definitely good," I said. "The trip was long. Very long. Still jet-lagged. I woke up at four this morning." "Damn. That's not good. My Uncle Nate is dealing with parking," he said. "Want to come down and meet him?" He was smiling, his dark brown eyes examining every inch of my body. "Sure," I said. Even though we had exchanged barely fifty words, there was an immediate familiarity between us. "Looking forward to the year?" I asked. "Hell yeah," he said. "College!" "Right on," I said. He lead the way out the door, and I double-checked once more that I had my keys on me. "What about you? How was your trip here? Took almost a week, didn't it?" "Fucking amazing. But need a few beers before I can tell you all the stories from road." We took the elevator down. The entry way was now stuffed full with parents, volunteers, and the other students, all trying to check in, get their bags to the room, and meet everyone else. Greg immediately headed towards a hot middle-aged daddy type, thinning hair, with a defined, carefully trimmed beard. He was standing in a corner, smiling. He was clearly enjoying the parade of people and the bustle around him. "Clint, this is my Uncle, Nathan Telemann." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Telemann," I said. We shook hands. I could barely keep from just wordlessly staring at his beautiful green eyes. Standing next to him, I could also see that he had a great body; he was wearing a white t-shirt just tight enough to show off his pecs and with a v-neck just deep enough to expose his thick chest hair. He clearly took care of his body; his clothes showed it off, without being too flashy. I wondered if he was gay, but then I noticed a heavy silver band on his ring finger. I was momentarily flushed with embarrassment, to have those thoughts about my roommate's uncle. "Please, just call me Nathan. Or Nate," he said. "You get here alright? Greg said you had some long flights." "Yeah, got in late last night. And woke up far too early today." "Jet lag is a pain, definitely." He turned towards Greg. "The SUV is right out front." Then back to me. "I can buy you lunch if you help us drag all of Greg's stuff up to the room." "You don't have to get lunch, really. I have nothing better to do right now." "Wait until you see how much stuff he has before you turn down lunch," Nathan said to me. I followed the two of them out to the front driveway. Going down the stairs, I took the opportunity to carefully check out Nate's ass. He was wearing a well-fitted pair of shorts, and his ass was tight and muscular. Next to him, Greg was also in shorts, a hair taller than his uncle with an even nicer ass. At 6'0", I was taller than both of them, but around Nate, I felt like the short, awkward fat boy again. I wanted both of them to like me. I wasn't sure about first impressions I had made. They headed to a black Range Rover. I could see that the back was full of boxes. Nathan turned back to me, and I was pretty sure he had noticed me checking out his ass. "Yeah, as I said, Greg has not yet mastered light packing," he said. He was smiling, so if he had seen me staring, he didn't appear mind it. Greg opened one of the side doors, and grabbed a single box. It was obvious that it was heavy. "Why don't Clint and I carry stuff up, and you can try to organize all your stuff." Nathan said. "Good idea," Greg said. "I'll take this up to start?" "Sure, it's at least a start" he said, with a laugh. "Want to take these up?" Nathan asked me, handing me a two boxes. They were lighter than I had expected. I guessed clothes. Greg had already disappeared back into the building. "Yeah. You can follow me. I can show you where the room is." "I'd like that," he said. It almost sounded like he wanted to check me out as well. But it was all mixed signals: he looked like he was gay, I wanted him to be gay, yet he had the wedding ring on. "You live near here?" I asked, as he locked up the Range Rover and hefted two more boxes into his hands. "Yeah, about twenty minutes away. In good traffic. My husband and I have a house near the beach." He had effortlessly gotten all of the uncertainty out of the way. He had explained his wedding ring and answered many of my unaskable questions, all at the same time. "This way," I said. "We're on the fourth floor." He followed me, and we squeezed into the smaller of the elevators. He was shorter and more compact than me, but he was so confident and so masculine that he effortlessly dominated the tiny space. "Looking forward to college?" he asked me. "Yeah, I'm really excited. "How do you like Greg so far? Don't worry, you can be honest." "He seems like a good guy. I hope we'll get along well." "He's my nephew, so I'm biased. But yeah, I think the two of you will get along very well, once you get to know each other." The elevator stopped, and we got off. He followed me down the hall, where we dropped off the boxes for Greg to start unpacking. "Back down for more?" he asked me. "Yep," I said. There were several more trips to the Rover and back. As we went to and fro, Nathan and I talked about our respective trips to Southern California. After dropping off the boxes on our third run, we headed back to the elevator; this time it stopped on the third floor and a family entered, mother, father, and two college age girls. Nathan and I were quiet, while the women talked loudly about their decorating plans. It was clear the girl with the loud laugh was the new student. She eyed me a bit, checking out my chest looking at my ass in the elevator's mirrored walls. She obviously wanted to flirt more. But I was already in a very different world; Nathan had started to sweat from carrying the boxes and his masculine scent was intoxicating. I was struggling not to lean in to him just to inhale deeply. Only the other people kept me from doing it. "Greg said your family is all in Kuwait?" he asked me, once the loud family had gotten off, and we were back in a circle of calmness. "Yeah. My mom is American. Dad is German. I have an aunt in Boston, but we're not a very close family. I haven't even seen her in a few years. As I said, our family doesn't talk much." "So, really on your own out here?" "Yeah," I said. We had reached the SUV, and he put more boxes in my arms. He took a few more. "Wow. That was a lot faster than I expected. It looks like maybe only one more load. Couldn't have done it this quickly without you." "Happy to do it." We got back on the small elevator, this time we were alone. "You know what you want to major in?" he asked me. "Sorry. You're probably sick of answering that by now," he added. "It's alright. I want to be a photographer," I said. The smell of Nathan permeated the small space. It was hard for me to think clearly; I wondered how his goatee would feel against my beard. I tried not to wonder what his cock would taste like. "Really?" he asked. "I'm a photographer as well. We'll have to talk more sometime." The elevator opened. We dropped the boxes off at the room, and then we went back to the SUV. As Nathan predicted, it was the last load. By the time we got back to the room, Greg had put some boxes in the main room, and others in the free bedroom. "It's a little after eleven," Nathan said. "Want to do a quick shopping run, before it gets too crowded?" he asked. He turned to me, "Clint, you want to come with us? Found anything you've forgotten yet?" "Yeah, I'd love to. And I already have a list," I said. I went into my bedroom, and found the scrap of paper I had scribbled my shopping list on. I found my phone and wallet, and the three of us headed out. Nathan took us to a shopping center not far away. "Why don't you guys get what you need? I'll meet you here in twenty minutes?" He indicated where the shopping carts had been lined up. "Sounds good, Uncle," Greg said. Nathan headed back out the front doors. "Where's he going?" I asked. "He said he needed to make a quick client call. Probably just doing that." "He seems like a cool guy," I said. "Must have been fun to hang out with him the past week." "Yeah, I like him a lot. And his husband, Jason, is really nice as well. You'll have to meet him one day. And the trip was an amazing experience." I suddenly noticed that both Greg and Nathan had been curiously short on any of details about their week together. We each unfolded our list; surprisingly, mine was still much shorter than his. So far, I only needed a desk lamp, some paper and pencils, and a fan. Greg ended up loading his cart with food, supplies, and other things I hadn't even thought to need yet. We continued to talk, learning about each other. He had been a swimmer in high school, but wasn't sure about continuing in college. I told him about playing soccer; my first practice was going to be on Sunday. By the time Greg had announced he was done, his cart was nearly overflowing. "Nate is right; I'm not a light packer or quick shopper," he said. I had barely filled my cart. "We can share some of this, then the next trip we'll square it up." We went back to the front, where Nathan was waiting for us. "God, Greg, leave something for the other shoppers," he said, examining Greg's haul. We checked out then went back to the SUV. In the back, there were a few brown paper bags. "What's that?" Greg asked. "Some beer for the two of you. Be responsible, and I'll do your buying." "Sweet!" Greg exclaimed. "Wow," I said. "Thanks so much, Nathan." I hadn't expected such generosity or coolness from him. I was starting to envy Greg's luck in having such a hip uncle, or even family nearby. I suddenly realized how far I was from my family: parents and younger brother. If I had needed to call them at any point during the day, I'd be waking them up. With them thousands of miles, and many hours ahead of me, I was more alone than I had ever been before. We loaded up the bags of stuff, and then Greg jumped into the front of the SUV. Nathan lagged behind him. "You ok?" he asked me quietly. "You got suddenly quiet there." "Yeah, I'm fine," I said. I hardly knew the man; it was far too early to reveal a weakness, even one as simple and as expected as homesickness. "Good. Ready for lunch?" he asked me. "Sure," I answered. I climbed into the back seat, behind Greg. "There's a good sushi place near by," Nathan said. "Want to go there?" "Good for me," Greg said, and I nodded in agreement. It was only a five-minute drive away; on the way and while waiting for a seat, Greg and I talked about college, what classes we wanted to take and the activities we wanted to try. "Back in a second," Greg said right after we were seated. He headed to the bathroom. Nathan and I were alone again. "You're gay?" I asked. "You have a husband?" It was a little awkward coming out, but of all the things running through my mind, this was the one I most needed to talk about. I was still trying to understand what had happened this morning, and now, Nathan was bringing up all sorts of other emotions. "Yeah. We slipped in right in time, while we still could. You ok with that?" He still had a friendly tone, but it was clear I really didn't have the option to say no. "Oh yeah," I said. I stumbled a bit. "Me too," I said. "I mean, I'm gay as well." "I was wondering about that," he said, smiling. "Don't worry. Greg isn't going to have a problem with it. And do it at your own pace. I'm not going to tell him." He pulled out his wallet and found a slim card. He handed it to me, and then continued to talk. "Here's my info. Give me a call or text. You've got a lot big changes going on, and your family is far away." He had been staring me right in the eyes. I was unable to look away from his mesmerizing green eyes, but suddenly he looked up over my shoulder. "And especially call me if Greg's giving you trouble. I'll whip him into shape." I looked behind me. Greg was right there. "Yeah, right," Greg said, laughing. "I think Clint can take the two of us." He punched me lightly on the arm. His hands were warm, and even punching me, there was surprising gentleness to his touch. "What do you boys want to eat?" Nathan asked us. "I'm not sure. There is a lot back home, but it's all fish from the gulf." "I'll just order an assortment, and we can all share," Nathan said. The waitress came up. She obviously recognized Nathan. The two of them started a spirited discussion about was good that day. Finally, they managed to come up with what seemed like a very long list. Once the tea was served, Nathan held up his cup in a toast. "To your college adventures," he said. "Definitely," Greg said. "I'm sure Clint and I are going to have a lot of adventures together." I was still discretely staring at Nathan, trying to understand how he worked: between his body, his eyes, his smile, I couldn't quite comprehend it all. In my distraction, I almost missed Greg automatically including me; it was a kind and unexpected gesture this early in our acquaintance. "Agreed," I said, right as the first platter arrived. "So, Greg," Nathan said. "You know that you're not going to escape the camera yet? Clint wants to be a photography major." "Yeah, he told me. I think I'm totally used to it by now, especially after the trip here." Nathan gave him a wry smile, and we ate, continuing to talk about our plans for the year. Nathan had been more than generous with the food; by the time the last roll arrived I was stuffed. "Thanks, that was great," I said. "My pleasure," he said, as he tried to hide the details of the bill from us. He wasn't quite fast enough; and I was surprised by how much it was. Nathan had gone way above the call of hospitality in paying for the meal. "Back to the dorm so you guys can unload. Maybe even get unpacked a bit, Greg?" We got back into the SUV, once more with Greg and Nathan in the front, and I in back. As they talked a bit about plans, I pulled out Nathan's card. It was a narrow card, not a style I had ever seen before. One side was a picture, and the other side were his contact details. The picture was of Nathan, shirtless, smiling. His chest was muscular and furry, and the picture was cropped just slightly below his waist. I studied it carefully, but couldn't tell if he was naked or not. In addition to trying to figure out if he had anything at all on, I was also trying to figure out how old he was. But he was in those timeless decades of a man's life: for all I knew, he could have been a mature 30, or a young sixty. I sent him a quick message. "Clint. Just getting your number in my phone." Back at the dorm, we all pitched in to carry the all the bags up to the room. Once everything was in the room and the door was closed, we put some of the beer in the small dorm fridge to chill. Again, Nathan admonished us to be responsible drinkers; he might have been a very cool dad, but he was still very much a dad. I surveyed the room; there were boxes and shopping bags strewn around, all waiting to be unpacked and put away. "Looks like you boys have your afternoon plans already," Nathan said. He checked his phone, and then continued. "Jason will be here in a few to get me." "I'll go down with you," Greg said. He turned to me, "You want to join us? You can meet Jason, even if it just for a second." "Sure," I said. Already, I was a bit jealous of Jason. He got to go home with Nathan and he was going to spend the night with him. I realized it was irrational, but it was hard to deny the emotions. We locked the room, and headed back down to the street. We hung out by the corner, waiting for Jason to arrive. It wasn't long before a blue Element pulled up. Jason stepped out from the driver's seat. He looked extremely familiar, but with sunglasses on, I couldn't place him; he was just about Nathan's height, but had a bigger frame, more muscular, and with military-style high-and-tight haircut. Jason took off his mirrored sunglasses, and I suddenly knew who he was. He was a model and I had seen him in some photo sets online. There was one in particular, him undressing and jerking off in by a backyard pool, which I had stroked to innumerable times. "Clint, this is my husband, Jason," Nathan said, introducing us. "Jason, Clint." I held out my hand. Jason grabbed it, but pulled me into a hug instead. I wondered how much Nathan had already texted him about me. "Pleased to meet you," he said. "Keep Greg out of trouble, please?" "Of course," I said. I was trying not to pop a boner. I had just met one of my all-time wank fantasy men. Even worse, he was the husband of my new roommate's uncle; I was going to see him many more times over the course of the year. "Great to meet you," I stammered. Luckily it seemed like none of them noticed my embarrassment. Nathan reached into the car, and pulled out a small black CD case. "These are for you," he said to Greg. "Some pictures from the trip and other things." Greg took the case. "I'll take a look tonight." "Well, unfortunately, we should go," Jason said. "Traffic is only going to get worse." "Thanks again, for everything," I said, giving Nathan a quick hug good-bye. "Of course," he said. Whispering into my ear, he continued, "Let me know if you need anything. Or just want to talk." He hugged Greg good-bye as well, and then Greg hugged Jason. Nathan got in, and the two men drove off together. Now, It was just Greg and myself.

Don't worry Paul. My score is only 95......I am not the slut I thought I was!

I had a neighborhood regular who liked to message me with public/semi-public places to go to, strip and wait for him to come breed me. It was usually quite hot and I took plenty of seed on the streets of NY as taxis slowly drove by. But this night he wanted me to go to his building and wait in the building gym. Asked me to wear my butt plug so I was good and ready for his big fat cock to just slam on in to me. I made my way over and, for the first time ever, was stopped by his doorman. My bud lived there with his BF so I couldn't say his name and as I was trying to convince the doorman to just let me up to the gym, my butt plug audibly popped out of my well-lubed ass. I froze and reached back to try to stop it but, after a moment bulging in the seat of my shorts, it fell out of the back of the mesh basketball shorts I was wearing (with just a jock.) and hit the floor with a wet thud. I was as red as a tomato as i fumbled to pick up the slippery, lube-covered butt plug which was suddenly like a greased pig at the county fair. The doorman tried to be discreet but his ear to ear smile made it clear he enjoyed watching me fumbling around, chasing the plug across the floor. It felt great walking through Chelsea with the plug in my Cumhole but I now leave it home.

I can imagine it with that description... but I agree it's not a likely scenario for a study. lmao

You're always welcome :-) The interesting thing about HIV is that it's a very fragile virus outside of the human body, and typically starts to die within hours of the infected guy's sperm being ejaculated (outside of the human body I mean). From what I understand the longest it can survive is up till a few days in dry blood at room temperature. I remember being lectured about HIV being still "alive" in used syringes (but I don't slam so it doesn't concern me) and also on dried blood on the neck of poppers bottles (due to possible micro-abrasions in the nose when sharing poppers, but that's very unlikely anyway). I also know that when they take your blood for HIV screening they store the blood in specific fridges, without the virus diminishing its activity, so that gives you a clue about HIV surviving extreme cold. HIV doesn't tolerate anything acid either, that's why it's killed fast in saliva and possibly by a woman's vaginal secretions. I think the bottom line here is that environmental transmission of HIV is very low, since HIV cannot multiply outside of a "host" that has cells it can infect (unlike fungi or bacteria) and needs very specific conditions to survive, namely controlled temperature and an airtight space like a sealed box. I'm not a doctor though, so if anybody knows anything more please chime in !

We have evidence from the only randomised controlled trial of intermittent PrEP so far conducted, Ipergay, that this way of taking PrEP can be highly effective. In Ipergay, a two-pills-before-sex-plus-two-pills-after regimen of intermittent PrEP http://www.aidsmap.com/Intermittent-PrEP-may-be-a-robust-strategy-for-anal-sex-vaginal-much-less-certain/page/2986809/

A sexy, and hung, black guy I hooked up with on Sunday texted me on both grindr and my phone, saying he needs to bust a load in my mouth. I initially said no cuz of intoxication (I was in DC for a reason ...) but changed my mind after my dick started dripping from seeing pics of his ass again. Made it to his place in under 30 minutes, and we got to work right away ... I needed to taste that ass and I did ... for a good hour! First I sucked him til he got hard, sucked his balls ... then flipped him on his stomach and just buried my face in that hot ass. Tightest ass I've ever rimmed. After a half hour of rimming him, which ended with him sitting on my face ... I flipped him back on his stomach and started fucking him raw; I didn't ask, nor did I care to lol I was taking that ass. I assume he wanted it, only moans and thrusts back on my dick. Only spit for lube and holy shit I'm a bottom but I could fuck his ass all day it's so good. Dunno why I'm only in a top mood for black ass. I only last a few minutes, so I'm fucking hard and deep ... bust a huge load in his ass. I pull out and eat my load from his ass, a first for me. Tasted so good, my cum and his natural juices. I suck real hard on his hole, getting as much out as possible, and continue rimming for another half hour. After that, I flipped him over, and sucked and deep throated him like my life depended on it ... he busted his nut in my mouth. Damn, so much I ran out of room in my mouth, so I swallowed. Haha his orgasm was so intense that he was short of breath and had teeth jitters for the next 5 minutes lol. Definitely going to be a regular.

:)I wonder what id happening now with Greg and Clint. Hopefully the project was a success!

I received a call from the first one we breed and he is now POZ. It took 5 week for seed to do it’s work.

I was feeling pretty fucking slutty this afternoon so I went to Fantasy Video in Newcross. I undressed down to a jock and t shirt. I was the only one undressed. Everyone was late 50s upwards. I didn't care. All I want was cock and cum. I sucked and swallowed 3 but was getting pissed that no one wanted to fuck. Then this guy I've seen around takes his dick out. Boy it was fucking huge!! Like a beer can. He pushed me down to deep throat it so I did but it was just to big. So he spins me around and tries ramming it in. Fuck it hurt. I asked him to stop so I could take s big sniff of poppers. That did the trick. Up to his bollox in my guts. Fuck it was big. He popped both rings. By this time a crowd had gathered because I wasn't being quiet, moaning loudly and demanding he fuck his seed in me. After about 5 mins there's a grunt and I can feel his dick spasm and he dumps his load. As he pulled out I felt empty, but he was quickly replaced by another guy. I then hit fucked by 4 other guys. All but one over 60. But I enjoyed being used as a dirty cumslut for any dick that was offered!!

I've been hooking up with a guy on a fairly regular basis, maybe once or twice a week. Always uses condoms. Told him a month ago that when he was ready, he could go bare if he wanted. Finally got my wish last week when I went to his place and noticed for the first time that he hadn't put out a condom next to the lube and poppers. Sure enough, I took 2 loads from him that day. I was a happy boy leaving his place. So when we got together last night, I was hoping for a repeat - and I was not disappointed! He shot his big load deep into my guts, then collapsed onto the couch. We chatted for a few minutes and then I started licking and teasing his cock, tasting my ass mixed with his cum. Before long I was deep throating him again and had him rock hard, then get got behind me again and pumped another load into me. What he didn't know was, I had posted on CL for guys to come take advantage of 'sloppy seconds', and boy did they! I had 2 guys in my inbox who were about 10 minutes from me. I quickly verified that each was cool with another guy present, then sent them my address. I told each of them that I had lube but no condoms, and got no complaints - nor did I get an offer from either of them to bring one! They both showed up within about 5 minutes of each other. We got right down to business, one guy going straight for my ass and the other spit-roasting me with his cock in my mouth. The guy who went for my ass never even grabbed lube. One finger in my hole told him I was slick, and he was inside in a second, using nothing but the first guy's cum as lube. Before long he let out a moan and pumped his load into my guts, then pulled away. The third guy slipped right in behind him and in about 5 thrusts he was done. Four loads, and when I looked at the clock it had been less than 90 minutes since the first guy arrived. Next to see if I can break that record.

Great replay of your first time in a gay sauna. Post more! Reminds me of mine. Scared as hell, don't know what to expect and being early 20s bait for about anyone present. Exploring hands everywhere. Sweaty bodies pressing and brushing me in the dark. Waiting for Mr. Perfect with the perfect dick, who of course stayed at home that night. After the first fuck I don't really care anymore and just wanted more and more and more.....Felt like a total slut. Stayed until the very last minute and remember sitting at the railway station at 6am with cum leaking out waiting for the first train home. I am certain everyone there on the platform can just see what I have done. ;-)

I'm a total cum whore in SE London. i can't accom often because of bf but I do frequenly take loads while he's asleep. Guys walk in through teh backdoor, fuck me bent over in the kitchen and then leave. I can also travel. Get in touch if you're looking to unload

Paul – As told by Ben Brandon was away for two nights for his conference. I had been fucked silly by Matt and Josh and Sam the first night, the night that he had texted me and suggested that we make plans for a get together. But the second night was even more fruitful in a way, as I was able to fuck someone that I had been lusting after for a while. Jeremy was not the only gay guy in the complex besides Brandon and me; there was also a very hot couple Paul and Jesse. Both Paul and Jesse were gym bunnies, and took pride in showing their bodies off at the pool wearing swimsuits as small as they could get away with. As hot as they were, it did not appear that they ever shared their bodies with anyone else but each other. Shortly after they moved in we had them around socially for a drink and to get to know them a little better. As usual in our place there were some porn DVDs lying around. Jesse saw one called “Threesome Boyfriends”. He picked it up and read the description without saying a word. It was about couples that would pick up a third for some no-strings-attached fun. I could see Paul visibly wince as he obviously knew what was coming next. Jesse launched into a tirade about how threesomes destroy perfectly good relationships and how he and Paul would never consent to one as they would only ever have sex with each other and never cheat. He was so worked up about the whole idea that he never commented that it was a bareback movie and had the subtitle: “When your boyfriend’s load isn’t enough.” The rest of the evening went off pleasantly after that blew over, but I realized that my dreams of fucking one or both of them wasn’t going to happen. Until that night that is. We had both gone to take out trash. He was wearing a tight tank top and sky blue bike shorts that showed his physique to perfection. I was wearing my normal tight low cut jeans and had arranged my cock to make a nice bulge in my crotch. I could see me eying it with greed. As we walked back towards our condos he surprised me by commenting on it. “Fuck Ben, how big is that thing you are hiding in there.” I’m more of a shower, not a grower so I just laughed. “Not as big as Brandon’s by a long shot. But do you want to see it?” “Fuck yeah. I’ve been watching you for a while. I like your butt too. Brandon is away for a few days, right?” I liked his tight bubble butt too, showed off to perfection by the tight spandex. “Yeah, he gets back tomorrow.” “Jesse is working late so we could go to our place but he’d kill me if he saw me looking at your naked cock. Can we go to your place? No sex. I just want to see your cock.” “Sure, I said with a grin. And I want to see yours.” As we got to the door of our condo Paul seemed to be having second thoughts. “Um, maybe this isn’t a good idea. Maybe I should go.” I looked at him straight in the eye. “Nonsense, all we’re going to do is look at each other’s dicks, right.” The way his dick was rapidly swelling in his tight spandex shorts and leaving a large sticky pre-cum patch told me otherwise. I opened the front door and led him inside. We stood facing each other in the living room and I slowly undid the fly of my jeans and slipped them down my hips, revealing the yellow mesh jock strap barely holding my hardening dick. Paul must have liked what he saw as he was now fully erect and leaking pre-cum so profusely that there was a clear bead on the outside of the slick wet patch outlining his uncut dickhead. Fuck! I LOVE pre-cum and his dick looked pretty big as well. He seemed uncertain about what to do next so I went on my knees and started sucking on the sticky bulge. He muttered “We shouldn’t be doing this” and then uttered a sigh of pleasure. He put his hands on my head and held my mouth on his bulge. His resolve obviously faded fast as it was only a minute or so before his removed his hands from my head and started to pull down his shorts, revealing his beautiful dick; a good seven inches uncut, fat with a nice foreskin. I knew I wanted that in my ass. I took him back in my mouth and started working my tongue over his cockhead and under the foreskin. I heard him groan with pleasure. “Oh fuck yeah. Maybe just a blowjob.” I placed my hands on his butt cheeks and drew his crotch into my face. He groaned again. “Ben, let’s go to your bedroom if that’s ok. I want to suck your cock while you suck mine. Great, I thought, No sex turned into blowjob and is going to end up in fucking. I like to mislead boys like that! We both stripped off our clothes on the way to the bedroom and before we got to the bed he was down on his knees swallowing my dick with raw hunger. Damn, he needed a dick in his mouth badly. I gently lifted him up and guided him onto the bed. Once we were both on I swung him around so we were laying face to crotch. We both started slurping on each other’s dicks. As I did my best to swallow all of his length. I placed my right hand between his ass cheeks and started feeling his anus with a finger. I felt no resistance as my fingertip probed his hole. To the contrary, he started sucking even more enthusiastically. This was looking good and I eased the whole finger in without resistance. It was time to pick up the pace. I pulled away from him and he rolled onto his back; the sure sign of a bottom. I had often wondered where the term came from. In my experience if you are rolling around in bed and one guy ends up generally on his back, he is going to get fucked. I was going to prove that theory with Paul. I turned around and lay on top of him, grinding my dick against him and deep kissing him passionately. For a guy who was not planning on having sex he was certainly co-operating. While we were kissing I sat back and pulled him up so that he was sitting on my lap with my raging erection pushing at his back door. He started grinding his ass against my dick as he went wild thrusting his tongue into my mouth and sucking my lips. I slowly lowered him back onto the bed and as our lips broke contact he looked pleadingly at me. “Please fuck me. Jesse doesn’t fuck me as much as I want. We haven’t had sex for a week.” I lifted his legs and positioned myself behind him. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and squirted lube on my hand and started to work it into his hole. His breathing got heavier so I quickly spread the rest of the lube on my cock and pressed my dickhead against his anus. I started to ease myself in past the outer sphincter. “Stop. Stop.” I thought he was going to ask me to take it slower but no. “Condom, you need a condom?” “Don’t have any. We don’t use them.” As I eased my dick deeper in his chute. I sensed a note of panic in his voice. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Pull out. Please!” I slid in past the second sphincter until I had bottomed in his ass. Now that my raw dick was all the way in the pleasure obviously overcame the concern. I saw him relax and accept his first bareback fuck. “Fuck that feels good. Ok. Just for a few strokes. Then you can pull out and we can jerk off.” I had no intention of doing that. My plan was to breed him and plant my seed so deep that Jesse would not be able to find it. And that he would hopefully return the favor. I was kneeling behind him and I stretched forward and pulled his body upward to that he sat facing me impaled on my cock. I started deep kissing him sucking his tongue and lips and he reciprocated with enthusiasm. He was now grinding his ass on my hips trying to get my meat as deep in his cunt as possible and then sliding his ass up and down my chute to get the maximum sensation of my bare dick in his rectum. The forbidden penetration was almost too much for me and I started to get close. I did not say anything but he must have known I was close as I started grunting with pleasure and he must have felt my cock start to swell and twitch. I knew he wanted my load but as I started cumming and had squireted the first shot I pulled back from his lips long enough to mutter “Where do you want my load?” He did not answer but started kissing me hungrily as I fired volley after volley of scalding hot cum into his bowels. After a few moments he pulled back to say “Up my ass. Fucking incredible!” He paused for a moment to appreciate what he had received then continued. “Jesse always wears a condom and then pulls out and takes the condom off and jerks off over my chest.” I just grinned at him. “So I assume you’ve never been barebacked before?” He looked at me for a while. “No. Never. Does it feel as good for a top as for a bottom?” I laughed at him. “Fuck yeah dude, what do you think? If bare is better for a bottom it is ten times better for a top!” He lifted himself of my dick which slipped out of his freshly fucked ass with a cummy plop and he pushed me onto my back. “I haven’t cum yet and I want to feel what it’s like.” He lifted my ass off the bed to get access to my hole. He wasted no time, he slicked up his rock hard dick and slid into my willing hole with one thrust. His dick may not have been particularly big, but he certainly knew how to fuck. I could sense he was getting close. “Pull out!” I commanded. He looked at me with surprise, considering that I had shot a massive load in his bareback virgin cunt a few minutes earlier. But he did as I asked and as he did so I continued. “Ok, now roll on a condom and fuck me again and confirm for yourself what you have been missing.” He looked at me questioningly. I laughed. “We keep them in the night stand for special occasion.” Without saying anything he opened the drawer, grabbed a condo, tore open the wrapper and rolled it over his dick. Once he was ready to insert it into my anus he spoke. “It felt so good bare. You are going to let me cum inside you aren’t you?” “Of course. When you’re ready.” I replied. He slowly slid all the way in. “I can barely feel anything!” I just grinned, “Fuck me harder. Maybe you’ll feel something.” He did, when the condom burst. The sudden release of his cock from its latex prison took him to an almost immediate climax as he loaded me up with his seven day load. He had barely come off his orgasmic high when the guilt set in. He could barely look at me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. We shouldn’t have done that. I cheated on Jesse and got barebacked and you cheated on Brandon. I’d better go now.” I did not tell him that Brandon and I had an “arrangement”. He rapidly dressed and made for the door. As he walked out I put some of the condoms in his hand. “Maybe you need to use some of these with Jesse.” He must have been really conflicted because as he got to the door he kissed me deep, turned around and left, with my load still in his gut.

Well, the easy part is that being raw makes the feel of sex more enjoyable. I felt for many years that even the act of a many having "suit up" for sex seemed artificial and detracted from the entire act of enjoying sex (not just the actually "pumping my ass" part). But, most guys know the risk of disease and understand that condoms are a simple means of avoiding a significant disease. Still, I was drawn to bareback sex by some force that I am only now starting to understand. Reading some of the posts on this site indicates there are others who understand that. In my situation, I have been openly gay since high school and am old enough to have been out in an era that included frequent gay bashing events. That happened to me more than once. But, i never fit in with the mainstream gay population. I was equally drawn to things like BDSM (very heavily) cross dressing and other fetish activities. Barebacking is just one more part of my experience in living a very queer life. If I have/will become infected, that again will be another part of what is my story. Embracing the story that is me seems to be a more realistic life than hiding for what is honest.

Just bought my ticket for the Biohazardmen Easter XXL party. As it is the BFL weekend, does anyone know what one should wear to the party? Naked or in gear? I was thinking of a jock and a harness

PART 3 When I had choked out these words and as I stood there in the dark shaking slightly in angst and excitement, my winning opponent stepped closer to me. I felt his arms wrap around my body as I felt a hard solid object push roughly against the crack of my ass sliding upwards until a chest met my back. My opponent had removed his own underwear and was now going to claim his prize for winning the game. We stood there for a few moments and then I felt his hard cock sliding up and down in the crack of my ass. I reached up and held onto his arms tilting my head backward. I felt a tongue licking my ear finally manoeuvring my head so that my ear was invaded by a wet hard tongue. The arms wrapped around me squeezed and relaxed multiple times as more and more of the dry humping took place. The tongue left my ear as the right arm unwrapped itself from around me. A firm hand pushed my shoulders forward and down until I was bent into an L shape. I felt a hand on my left hip grasping me as the hard cock belonging to my opponent was slipped between my spread ass cheeks. A wetness immediately was felt as his pre-cum was smeared on, over, and below my hole. I shivered again in anticipation and excitement. Pressure was applied at my hole which was met with resistance. More pressure was applied and still resistance. I felt my opponent lean over me moving both hands to my shoulders where he clasped them firmly. I braced myself and said, "All the way." As soon as I had uttered those words, I relaxed as much as I possibly could. Seconds passed before a reaction was made. My opponent relaxed his pressure on my hole for a split second before driving full brutal force forward into my hole splitting it open wide stretching the sphincter muscle in a painful expansion. Involuntarily, I began to rise up but was met with hands gripping my shoulders holding me in my bent over position. My teeth were tightly clamped together like a vise. My lips opened to let loose the scream of agony and ecstasy. Pubic hair smashed into my butt cheeks as what I now knew had to be one of the biggest cocks invading my ass. Several minutes passed as my opponent let my body adjust to his invasion. He whispered words of encouragement to me as he revelled in his conquest. My body had broken out into a sweat like a mist. I was impaled and knew this was not going to be an easy loss but one that I would long remember. Then, when my sounds of agony dissipated, he began a slow almost equally as agonizing withdrawal from my ass leaving me feeling empty and abandoned. When he had withdrawn his cock so that just the head was inside me, once more an invasion began again with some pain accompanying the effort. My teeth I thought were going to be nothing but cracked remnants as I was determined to bear up under this wonderful fuck. He made a half dozen or so in and out invasions and withdrawals before he began to fuck me in earnest. By this time, I was begging him to fuck me--hard. He did. We were joined together with his now drooling hardened cock that was hitting my prostate with almost each entry. I could tell I was leaking pre-cum like I was pissing. More and more my ass was pounded and filled with this leviathan of a cock. Harder and harder he smashed into me pushing my body forward as his mighty hands pulled me back onto his cock. His tempo increased as did his violent hard delivery. My prostate could no longer stand it and sent out signals that it was time for me to cum. My body shook and trembled as it was racked with salvo after salvo of my own cum flying through my cock and exiting out the piss slit splattering on the floor and me. My ass began its usual contracting and releasing with each salvo of release for me tightening and loosening my grip on the Sequoia pumping itself in and out of my ass. This is what he had been working for and began to groan his own eruption. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" he moaned aloud as his fucking intensified unbelievably more. His hands gripped my shoulders harder still. With a few more warp speed fuck motions, he finally shoves his cock fully into my ass and held there unleashing glob after glob of sticky off white goop filling my ass. I could feel his discharges as they passed through his cock and into my body. A dozen or more blasts of his swimmers filled me. We stood there coupled as we sweat. Slowly, I rose upwards as he pushed me toward the wall stopping when we were there. We held still relishing what we had done and how we had done it. It was clear we both had enjoyed ourselves. Only when we both were breathing normally did he pull away from me pulling his now deflated cock from my ass. I turned immediately dropping to my knees and cleaning him. When he was satisfied, he pulled me to my feet, and we hugged. I went to the door and opened it allowing the light from the basement to enter. Neither of us said anything but simply dressed and left the room. Back upstairs in the living room, I found out his name was Alec, and I told him my name, Bill. I gave him my home address and phone number and invited him to give me a call and to stop by if he wanted. He did come back to my flip house every week and twice brought a buddy with him. It's a wonderful memory of that little house. I still drive by on occasion and smile.

I only started getting fucked by men when I got into my late 50s. I'd always been totally straight until then. I'm still attracted only to women, but am now also addicted to BB anal from guys. I'd always hated using latex condoms when I fucked women, but the natural skins were almost as good as their bare vaginas. From what I've read, natural skins won't work on blocking the virus. Anyway, right from my first times taking cock from men, I took their loads BB. I simply love knowing that my stud's load is deep inside me. I have always felt that cum was intended to be pumped into body holes, not into rubbers. That's why I BB. So, I never transitioned from covered to raw. As a top (just to women) I know it feels lousy to wear a rubber. As a an anal bottom, to be honest with you, perhaps because I am always so well lubed, my hole can't feel the difference. If indeed there is more friction to my hole, then that's actually a plus to me because I like a good, rough pounding. The sorer my hole feels afterward, the better. I've gotten fucked mostly by bi guys, most of whom are married or in a fulltime relationship with a woman, but there have been more than a few exclusively gay cocks up my ass too. One gay guy always used condoms when he did me. If I had to guess, out of the 4 dozen or so partners I've had, about 80% of them barebacked me. About half of them pumped in a second load. I honestly think that most guys playing around out there, who are not gay or almost exclusively gay, are neg. I've been reading a lot here about chasing and getting stealthed. Though there are definitely some married chasers (or men whose primary partner is a woman), I most of the chasers are gay - virtually none of them mention sex with women. Stealthers also seem to be primary gay and very into spreading their bug, especially to non-suspecting neg guys, who the stealther seems to believe have "it" (getting pozzed without knowing he's getting a highly toxic load( simply because the bottom "is stupid enough to be taking it bareback in the first place." Some stealthers seem like to tell their bottom about the toxic load they just took (or are taking as the load is being pumped in) while others seem to be content with letting the bottom discover he's been infected once the fuck flu sets in. I found this site a little over a week ago after being referred to it by a chaser I encountered on CL. He responded to an ad I placed looking for a poz top to fuck me. I suppose that makes me a chaser now too. I posted the ad because I find the risk of taking a poz load is exhilarating. I've done a lot of reading here since last week and have become fascinated with bug chasing. I do not want to get infected, if indeed I am still neg (I had what may have been the fuck flu 2-1/2 years ago - thought it was 1-1/2 yrs, but it was back in 2013), I know that by continuing to bareback, sooner or later I'll get seeded with a toxic load. I don't want to deal with the consequences of converting, both health and otherwise. But, I know statistically, my time is coming (there's that 1:70 figure from one study). One guy I've chatted with got pozzed after only 6 loads and then went on to poz another guy with only 2 loads in one night. Yet, other guys have BBed for years, having taken hundreds of loads, and are still neg. Now that I have progressed to placing ads for getting seeded with hot loads, I know I may get targeted by a stealther packing a load with a high VL. Quite frankly, that's pretty scary. Taking a raw load from someone who is undetectable is okay with me because I know my risk of getting pozzed is lower than it is for a recently pozzed guy who doesn't know he's poz yet. Regardless, I can't wait to get my next load and may even post another ad in an hour or so.

I'd love being filmed when fucked, but no cameras in darkrooms/dungeons in clubs, and the people I've been with in hotel rooms have not been up to it. But no photos showing faces, though. Just a few people except those I've had sex with knows about the tattoo on my ass.

It pays to advertise! Local ABS is not really great for public fucking. Small, too bright, no door and no hidden type areas. As a result most guys just want sucked off. That is ok, but I like getting fucked too. Two weekends ago, I ran across a sliver daddy who had no problem fucking in public and we were quick stripped down and he had is cock buried in my ass. We quickly drew a crowd (well the other 3 guys in the place. Once the dude finished up with by driving his load deep, I was ready for more. None of the other dudes wanted to fuck, but I sucked them all off.....while the others watched. A couple more guys came in and got in line. I sucked 5 guys back to back....but the poor last guy only got about halfway in my mouth before he exploded.....he was so horned up from watching. Last weekend I got to repeat the situation. Same dude, same time.....same nice cock and another good load. This time there were only three other guys. I got loads from the first two...but the last one was a bit skittish and kept pulling out. So yes, I enjoy being watched and it usually ends up with more cock for me. It is kind of like a grocery store with free samples.....you gotta let folks know how good it is.....then they are gonna want some.

So I sat in the front row of the theater for almost an hour watching the porn on screen. There were some hot scenes but they were all covered. Actually, what I had had done to me earlier was hotter. I leaned back in the seat, still naked, and thought about getting fucked earlier. I fingered my wet hole. The smell of semen filled the air. I started getting hard again and thought I would get dressed and go over to the arcade. I reached down to get my clothes from under the seat when a guy came down the aisle and sat a couple of seats away from me. He was a tall black guy in his early forties with a close cropped goatee. I figured I would wait to see what he would do before I went to the arcade. From the corner of my eye I could tell he was watching me. He started rubbing the front of his pants so I began to stroke my now hard cock. It wasn't long before I heard him unzip and out came his cock. He was watching me intently now while he stroked his dick. I looked over at him directly and smiled, letting him know I was interested. He got up and moved to the seat next to mine so we could touch each other's cocks. I couldn't believe how thick he was. I couldn't get my entire grip around him. He was at least seven inches, maybe more, but it was the girth that had me wanting him. I had to have a taste. I slipped on to the floor in front of him, lowering my mouth over his massive dick, first swirling my tongue over the piss slit to get the precum, then licking up and down the shaft before taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I nearly gagged because he was so huge but I was intent on making sure he was satisfied so I just kept going, bouncing my head on his lap. As I did this he unbuttoned his pants. It seemed like his cock got even bigger as he raised his hips slightly so he could pull his pants down. I rubbed his belly and chest underneath his shirt while I gave him head. He had a rock hard torso. I had to get a better look so as I sucked I found the buttons on his shirt and one by one I worked my way up his shirt until his entire torso was revealed. I licked his abs and navel. I licked up his stomach to his nipples, never taking my hand from his boner. I stroked him while I nibbled at his nipples, then moved up to his neck, kissing it and licking it. I blew gently in to one ear and then the other as he slid down his seat a little. I took the sign and stood over him, then I lowered my ass slowly on to his cock. I rode him for a short while but I could tell the position wasn't comfortable for him. I got off him then got in to the seat next to us, facing the back of the theater. My naked butt was lit by the movie screen. He got up behind me and climbed on top of me, pressing his cock against my hole. He grabbed me around my waist and burrowed his face in to my neck. I reached under me and found his cock. I guided him back in to me and he began pumping my cunt. He put his hands on my shoulders and really began to fuck me hard. I looked up and I could see guys in the theater stroking their cocks, not at what was going on up on the screen but what was going on in the front row. He was now piston fucking me, balls slapping against my ass, the sound drowning out the bad porn music. He pumped and pumped and finally rewarded me with a big load shot deep inside me. He held his cock in me for a little bit then pulled his semi hard cock out of me. He fell in to the seat next to me and started to button his shirt back up, then pulled his pants back up, zipping up, buttoning up. I just shut up as he got up and walked out the theater door. He never said a word. His cum was dripping down my leg. I was so fucking horny I needed at least one more load before calling it a night. The guys in the theater didn't appear to be interested so I knew it was time for some arcade action. I slipped back in to my clothes so I could make the move to the arcade with my ass so cummed up I was making a mess in my pants. I didn't care as I moved up the aisle, feeling the wetness in my ass. The old guy was still at the front. I know I smelled like cum as I walked past him towards the arcade but I didn't care. I showed him the tokens I had purchased earlier and he waved me in. I went right to the booths with the glory holes but they were occupied. There were five guys walking around or standing around. I was ready to take on anyone so I went to an empty booth and left the door wide open, feeding tokens in to the slot to get the movies going. Guys were walking by checking me out so I took off my shirt. I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock to the bareback channel I had found. My pants were slowly dropping down over my ass as I stroked. "I saw you in the theater." I looked over my shoulder and there stood a guy in his late twenties with long brown hair. He was smooth shaved but had a gorgeous face. "Did you? How was it?" "Hot." His hand began to caress my ass, rubbing me gently, then more firmly. "Can I come in?" "Of course." He started to shut the door. "No, leave it open. Hope you're not shy." "Take off your fucking pants and show me that used hole." I kicked my pants off and bent over for him. "Spread your cheeks." I did as I was told and he dropped to his knees and he began to lap at my hole. His tongue was soon digging deep, getting a taste of the cum I had inside me. Guys were now gathering around the door watching us. I put my hands against the wall and pushed my ass out, spreading my legs to give him better access to my hole. "Come on baby, fuck me. I need you to replace that cum you've sucked out of me." "Fuck yeah. Fuck his ass." I heard the guys urging him on. He stood up and began rubbing his cock head on my hole. "Is this what you want?" he asked. Another guy came in the booth with us, a tall hairy guy who had already pulled his cock out. "Stick your dick in him," said the long haired guy. The hairy guy came up right behind me and slid in with one motion. It was a good thing I had a loose hole from being fucked so many times earlier. "You can breed him," said the long haired guy. The hairy guy began pumping me hard and fast. I knew he wasn't going to last too long. The long haired guy was now taking off all his clothes. I knew he was going to give me a night to remember. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" The guys watching urged him on. He pulled out and shot his load all over my hole, cum dripping down my ass and legs. The long haired guy was now naked. He sat in the one chair in the booth, his hard cock pointing straight up. "Get that wet pussy over here." I went over to him and straddled his legs. I rubbed myself over his cock, cum from the hairy guy still all over my hole. He took his cock in one hand and found my hole. As I lowered myself on to his hard cock he took his other hand and pulled my face down to his. I thought he wanted to kiss but he hissed, "Now show these guys what a fucking slut you are." I began to ride his cock, sliding up and down, gyrating my hips over it. I knew I was putting on a show and I wanted to give these guys something they could jerk off to for months to come. "You guys are welcome to use this whore any way you want," said the long haired guy. Soon I felt hands on my ass, a few fingers sliding in to my ass as I got fucked and then a few hot splashes on my back. Guys were cumming on me and they're cum was dripping down my back, down my ass crack as the long haired guy fucked me. "Turn around so they can see my cock going in from a different angle." I slowly turned on his cock, never letting it fall out of me and was now riding him while I faced a group of guys at the door and in the room. Two guys got on either side of me and each on lifted my legs. I was spread eagle in the air as the long hair guy filled my hole. I leaned back to kiss him while he fucked me but he said, "I don't kiss whores." I gyrated my hips as I got fucked and cried out, "Fuck your whore. Fuck him. Give me cum!" A couple guys came in the booth and stroked their cocks, ejaculating huge loads on my cock. I used it as lube and stroked harder. I had one guy shoot all over my hole as it was getting fucked, giving the long haired guy some fresh lube. Finally the two guys holding up my legs let them down and as I rode the long haired guys cock they both came on my back, their loads dripping down my ass crack, making a mess on the long haired Guy's pubes. He covered his fingers with their cum and made me suck it from him, all the while fucking me. "Get up," he said. I stood up and he pushed me in to the hall past the guys in the doorway. He pushed me down to my knees and made me suck his cock, cum from the day and my ass juices filling my mouth. "You really are a fucking whore. Get up and take my load. I have to get going." I stood up and turned around, taking his hard cock in my hand, impaling myself on it. I pumped hard now, oblivious to all of the guys around me, oblivious to the hands and cocks that were using me. I worked hard but he was working hard too and soon I knew he was ready to fill my ass with fresh cum. "That's it. Take it. Take my cock while these guys watch your slutty hole get filled again. I'm cumming! I'm shooting inside you! Take these babies you bitch." Then he was pulling out of me. No thank you. No see you again sometime. He went back to the booth and breezed past me fully dressed. Guys were still pawing at me when suddenly the lights came on. "Jesus! We gotta close up! You been letting everybody use you? What kind of fucking perv are you?" It was the old guy from the front desk. I stood there naked, covered with cum, inside and out. "Just having some fun, sir." I went to the booth and rapidly found my clothes, putting them on without cleaning up. The old man let me out of the store with a disgusted look on his face but I had a smile on mine.

I kept calling to see if James was working. I finally got in touch with him on a Saturday afternoon but he said he was leaving soon and wouldn't be back until the following Wednesday. I told him how much fun I had had with him and that I wanted his cock again. "Sorry, man, can't do it today. But if you want I could arrange something for Wednesday." Fuck, my pussy was itching for cock now, not four days from now. I told him I would try to make it Wednesday but I would probably make the drive today anyway. I cleaned my ass out and hopped in to the shower. I was squeaky clean inside and out. I slipped in to a pair of jeans and a form fitting tshirt that showed off my pecs. I put the lube in my pocket and started out the door but then I thought, why not be ready for dick when I get there, so I pulled my jeans down over my ass and took a big glob of lube and worked a couple fingers up my ass. Now I was ready. When I got to the theater there was an older guy taking money. I wasn't sure how long I would be there so I bought admission to both the main theater and the arcade. I could feel the older clerk's eyes on my ass as I went in to the theater. As before, it was so dark in the theater I could hardly see. I inched my way along the back wall and realized that they actually had gay porn showing, not the straight porn like the last time I was there. As I watched two impossibly hot guys fuck on screen my eyes adjusted to the theater light. "Hot scene, huh?" said a guy next to me. I should have known there would be someone on the back wall. Actually, I could see quite a few guys were in the theater. A few of them had hooked up in the seats, heads bobbing on laps. "Yeah," I said. "Very hot." I moved right next to him to get a better look and he wasn't bad looking. He was about 40, with dark hair and a close cropped beard. He had a medium build from what I could see. He looked like a married guy out for some dl fun. I figured I would check out the package so I reached over and rubbed the outside of his pants. He was already hard and I could tell he wasn't wearing underwear. I found his zipper and slowly pulled it down. I reached inside his pants, releasing a solid 6 incher. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. I was so fucking horny for cock! I unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled them down over his hips. His cock head hit the back of my throat and I held it there so I could feel his pubes against my lips and smell his mustiness. I bounced up and down on him, giving him the best head I knew how. "Fuck! You can really suck!" I looked up at him as I sucked but I doubt he could see me as it was dark behind the seats. I felt a hand on my back and realized there was a guy in front of us, sitting in the back row seats. He massaged my back and then got more bold and pulled my shirt out of my pants. His hands were rubbing my bare back, pushing my shirt up almost to my shoulders. I couldn't take it anymore so I pulled my shirt off, just missing one stroke on the cock I was sucking. "Suck that cock, boy." said the guy behind me. I did as I was told but I was ready for cock up my ass. I stood up and tried to kiss the guy I had been sucking but he wasn't up for it. Yep, must be married. I reached under his shirt and rubbed his hairy chest and reached down and released the button on my pants. He definitely wanted that and unzipped me, reaching in and taking my precum covered cock in his hand. I pulled my pants down over my hips and the guy behind me massaged my ass, slipping a finger in my lubed ass. "This guy is ready, dude," said the guy in the seat. "Turn around and show him." I turned around and the guy whose mouth had been in my mouth caressed my chest with one hand and my ass with the other. The guy in the seat turned around so he was completely facing me. I moved forward a little so he could suck my cock. He took my cock and started giving me a great bj. The guy behind me moved with me and I felt his hard six inches against my butt. We were now drawing attention from other guys in the theater. Two more came up and sat next to the guy in the back row. Then I had one more on either side of me so there were three in front of me in the seats and three in the back against the wall. The guy right behind me reached in his pocket and I could tell he was getting a condom out. Fuck, I wanted a load so I was disappointed. Definitely married. He rolled the rubber on and as he did so I reached in my pocket for my lube. I needed more if he was going to fuck me. I lubed up some more, putting the extra on his cock, guiding his pole to my puckered hole. He pushed in and slowly fucked me, letting my cunt get used to him. Then he grabbed my hips and really started pumping. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me like a slut." "Oh, you're a slut alright. You're a whore and you're going to get fucked by every guy in here." He grabbed my shoulders and piston fucked me while the other five guys watched and stroked their dicks. "I'm cumming," he cried. "Pull out and take the rubber off. I want you to,cum on my hole." "Oh, fuck!" He pulled out, pulled the condom off and I felt a big load drip down the crack of my ass. I reached back and rubbed it on my hole then tasted the cum on my fingers. He rubbed his cum on my hole with his cock head, inching just a bit inside me. Once he softened a little I turned around, bending over to take his cock in my mouth, cleaning cum off his dick. I didn't get a load deep but I did get a cummy hole. One of the guys next to me pulled my ass cheeks apart and another guy fingered my hole. The guy who had fucked me zipped up and left so it was now two against the wall and three in the seats. One of those guys must have been the one fingering me as it felt like he was reaching. I put both hands against the wall and said, "Somebody needs to put their dick in me." One of the guys next to me took a position behind and soon I had a dick in me. I reached under my balls to feel him going in and as he pulled all the way out I knew he had not rubbered up. I finally had a bare cock fucking my cunt and he was doing a great job. He pumped hard and I could tell he was getting close. "Go ahead." I said, letting him take that for how he wanted. "Breed his ass," said one of the guys behind me. He was soon grunting and fucked fast and hard, finally releasing a load of cum in my gut. He pulled out but I clenched my hole so nothing leaked out. I wanted that natural lube in me. Now there was just one guy with me in the back. I took a good look at him and was surprised to see a young guy, barely old enough to be in an adult theater. He had blonde hair, was about six feet tall and had his shorts down over his hips, revealing at least eight inches of hard meat. "Take off your pants," he said, in a tone that belied his age. He was going to be a dominant daddy some day. I was the lucky one to get him young and full of cum. I kicked my shoes off then peeled my pants off, letting them drop to the cum covered floor. I was now naked, one load up my ass and one load on my hole. "Okay, I did what you told me," I said. "What do I get?" "Get down on the floor and you'll see." I wasn't excited about getting on the floor but I was so horny. I got on my hands and knees, feeling the sticky floor. I turned my head and saw the blonde guy taking his pants off. He didn't seem to mind the dirty floor as he got behind me and pushed his full staff deep inside with one stroke. Fuck, it hurt! "Take that big dick bitch! You're going to get whored out when I'm done with you." He pulled all the way out and drove all the way back deep inside. He was rough, but it felt so fucking good. He started pumping faster so I figured he was going to cum soon but then he pulled out and told me to get up. I got off the floor and there were now five guys in the seats watching us. He pulled his shirt off so we were both naked. He came behind me standing and slipped his huge boner back in to my hole. "I think these guys all want a taste of your ass," he said as he kept pumping. "I'll do anything you want as long as I get your cum in me." "We'll see about that. Boys, you want him?" There were lots of yeses so he told me to go sit on a lap. I walked to the row of seats and saw five old men with dicks out. I wasn't excited but I had to do what I was told. I went to the first guy with a big belly and a tiny penis. I rubbed my wet hole on him, barely getting him inside me. I rode him for a little while, stroking the cock in the next seat which was much bigger. I got off Number One and went to Number Two, lowering myself on him. He felt pretty good as I bounced my hole over his cock. "Cum in him," said the kid. The guy was pumping me so I held still over him as his rod pumped and released a load up my ass. I laughed as I pulled off him and cum plopped out of my hole on to his lap. I just went right over to Number Three, pushing down my cummed up hole on to his stiff dick. I was loose and he wasn't huge so it glided easily in and out. I looked over to the next cock and was surprised to see a monster. I needed that one right away. I let Number Three fuck me but I soon pulled off him and filled my hole with Number Four. He really felt good as I rode him. I knew cum was leaking out of me now but I didn't care. I pumped up and down and he started getting in to it. He had me stand up and lean over the seat in front of me. He pushed back in and really fucked me hard. He then pushed all the way in, held me against the seat and I felt his cock throb against my hole, filling my gut with cum. "Fuck. That was incredible," he said. But I still had one more to go before I was going to get another crack at the kid, who was standing against the wall watching me take load after load. Number Five was sitting in his seat so I went over and lowered my used cunt on his cock. His wasn't small but seemed like it after the monster. "Come on baby. Give me that load," I said as I bounced up and down on his cock. I worked it hard and then the kid came around to the seats. "My turn bitch. Get over here." I pulled off Number Five and took my used hole over to the end of the row. "Get back on the floor." I thought he meant in the back again but when I went there he said,"No bitch. Right here. On your back." He wanted me in the main aisle on my back. Anyone coming in would have to walk over us. I did as I was told, getting on my back. He reached under me and lifted my legs, raising them up in the air. Then his cock started rubbing on my hole, slipping slowly inside. His eight inches were deep inside me as he pumped slowly, then quicker. I was getting close to cumming and told him I was close. "Are you now?" He said. "Well, then you better get up." He pulled me up and he sat on the armrest of the seat on the end. He stroked his cock as I stroked mine. "Cum on my cock," he said. I stroked faster with one hand and reached down and put a finger in my ass with the other. I was so fucking close and had a three day load saved up which gushed out on to the kid's cock, covering all eight inches. "Sit on my cock," he said. I lowered my hole on to his eight inches, fucking my own cum in to me. "You nasty slut." he said. I rode him for a minute then he stood me up and pumped my cunt hard and fast. "That's it. Take your cum on my cock." "Breed me baby. I need your cum inside me." He fucked me very fast, his cock sliding against my prostate. Soon he was filling my pussy with his white load. He pulled out and made me get on my knees in the aisle and clean his cock and balls as they were also covered with his cum, my cum and the cum from the other guys who had shot their loads in me. "Wow. That was ridiculous," he said. Guys patted my ass as they walked past me and thanked me for the show. The kid went to the back wall and came back with an armful of clothes, some his, some mine. "Sorry, I don't have anything for you to clean up with," he said. "That's okay. I'm going to the arcade in a while anyway. Might as well stay covered in cum," l laughed. I took my pants and shirt and headed to the front row naked to rest up for round two.

Super horny yesterday as the bottom I was planning to fuck & breed canceled on me. I was pissed. I had been edging all day and my nuts were swollen with fuck seed. I went to the local bath house, hornier than hell, got a locker, stripped down buck naked {I never wear a towel] then checked out the fuck bench in the orgy room. A cute young bottom was lying there, ass up, so without lube, I shoved my thick cock in and unloaded in about a minute. When a top needs to breed, he needs to breed.

Part 2 I didn't have long to ponder my fate as a blindfold was placed over my eye's and a mouth spreader was forced in my mouth, stretching my jaws far apart. I felt someone messing with my cock and balls, forcing my cock into some kind of tube. I instantly felt sharp pins digging into my flesh and realized it was a studded chastity cage, one that would cause great pain if I tried to get hard. I tried to protest, but couldn't get words out through the gag. The next thing I felt was someone tying a band around my bicep. This was followed by a slight prick in my arm. After a few seconds the band was released and HOLY FUCK!! Waves like I never felt before rushed through my entire body, seizing my lungs in a death grip. I coughed violently for about a minute, then dissapeared into pure euphoria. I vaguely felt my head being released, being left to dangle. A rag was tied around my nose and I recognized the smell of poppers, sending my brain into outer space, and my asshole craving anything to be shoved in it. I didn't have to wait. A hard cock slammed into my guts as another one plunged down my helpless throat. I was brutally fucked from both ends, unable to do a thing to stop it. I could hear the voices of the men as they cheered the two rapists on. "Fuck that jock cunt" they yelled. "Bust that whore open! Teach him his new position in life as a worthless cumdump!" Over and over the cocks pillaged my holes, finally dumping their loads deep in me. They were quickly replaced by two more cocks, slamming me deep with no mercy. I just hung there and took my assault, moaning at the pleasure of having my holes ravaged. After they pumped their seed into my body, the mouth stretcher was removed. "How do you feel pig?" my new Master asked. "More please Sir!" I barely croaked out of my battered throat. "I need more cock Sir!" I begged. Master just laughed."I told you you'd become my whore! You thought you were such hot shit, now you're just a cumdump!" With that something new was shoved into my mouth and buckeled behind my head. My head was raised up and secured into place as a new cock entered my ass. The next thing I knew, warm piss was flowing into my mouth. I swallowed it down to keep from drowning while I was fucked by unseen cock. Over the next several hours I took cock after cock after cock. I have no idea many loads of cum were pumped into my perfect teen ass, or how much piss I had drunk. All I know is by the time the sun started to rise, I was a forever changed slut. My cunt was a stretched out sloppy mess, and I still wanted more! After the last stranger bred me, a large butt plug was shoved in my overflowing jock pussy and I was finally let out of the sling. Master guided me over to a cage and shoved me inside, locking it. "Try and get some rest slave." he instructed me. "I have more plans for you later." I couldn't wait to find out....

CHAPTER 5 - A COLD BEER The next day was a scorcher, and Dalton did everyone in the neighborhood a favor by stepping outside in a few scraps of clothing to mow his parents’ lawn. In keeping with tradition, Brian and I stood at our kitchen window watching Neighbor Boy put on a show. Within 10 minutes, the kid’s tank top was soaked through with sweat, so he stopped to peel it off—leaving him in nothing but basketball shorts and tennis shoes. A few minutes after that, his waistband glistened wetly in the sun as it slowly slid down his lower abdomen to reveal a patch of dark fur sprouting up between his bellybutton and his cock. While Brian fingered my hole and I jacked my dripping poz cock, I told him we should invite the kid over for a cold drink—and maybe put on a little show of our own. My husband flashed a wolfish smile in response. And without saying another word, he stepped out toward the pool while I made my way toward the front door. * * * “Hey, bud—it’s fucking hot out here today. Can I offer you a beer?” I stood on the front porch wearing nothing but a pair of soccer shorts, waving a can of beer in Dalton’s direction. He looked a little surprised—I don’t think he expected us to be supplying him with alcohol—and responded with a friendly nod. I headed back inside, leaving the door cracked open. Moments later, he walked through the door, still shirtless. “I took off my shoes,” he said. “Is it cool for me to be in here? I don’t want to drip sweat everywhere.” “Sure, bud,” I replied, handing him the beer. “Drink up. Lots more where that came from.” He tilted his head back to chug the beer. As he did so, he inadvertently thrust his hips forward to reveal the clear outline of his fleshy cock. He killed the can in a single giant gulp. “You obviously need another one,” I said, tossing him a second can. Just as he opened it, I heard a door slide open behind me. It was Brian returning from the pool. I kept my gaze on Dalton—and just as I expected, the kid’s eyes suddenly went wide. I feigned curiosity and turned around to see what Dalton was staring at. And there was my husband, stark naked, dripping wet, his fat hole-wrecker of a cock fully erect, its thick dorsal vein pointed directly toward the taut, sweaty abs of Neighbor Boy. “Jesus, Brian!” I said, doing my best to appear mortified. “Put some fucking clothes on. We’ve got a guest.” “My God, Dalton—I’m so sorry,” he said, grabbing a towel from the guest bathroom and wrapping it around his waist. “No worries, dude,” Dalton replied quietly, his eyes locked on his beer can as his face flushed red. My gaze traveled down toward his crotch. Just as I’d hoped—and though he was trying to hide it with his free hand—the bulge in his shorts had grown noticeably thicker, causing that sweat-soaked waistband to slide a little lower. All three of us stood there in silence for a moment. Then Dalton shot a quick, guilty glance in my direction, gulped down the rest of his beer, and gave me a stiff nod. “Better get back to work,” he said, his voice shaking just the tiniest bit. “Thanks for the cold beers.”

It is at The Hoist in Vauxhall, London. SBN stands for 'Stark Bollock Naked' and is a sex club that runs from 2pm to 1am on a Sunday. Check out The Hoist London website for details. Everyone is naked apart from footwear through the afternoon.

The Problem of Justin The next afternoon, Wednesday, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. I opened it and it was from Justin. “Hey Tom, Hope I am not interrupting anything. Justin here from last night.” “Nope, just left my last class of the day, and have a bit of time to kill before practice.” “Cool, I really got hard with our discussion last night. I was wondering if you could tell me more about how it feels to have a cock without a condom on inside you.” I smiled as I re-read the second text. I think I had him almost willing to take bare cock now, the hard part was going to be convincing him to take Poz bare cock. “Sure, what did you want to know exactly? Kinda hard to describe in texts.” “Well, does it feel different than with a condom? That’s all I really know.” “Oh yea, so much better! And my roommate tells me that he loves the feel of my uncut cock sliding into his ass without a condom on. When I top, I know it feels SOOO much better, I can really feel the heat of the guy’s ass on my cock.” “Cool. Guess I need to find someone I trust to try it with then. J” “Yea, trust is important with bare sex. Hey, you got time this weekend to meet up? Can be near you or up here near me.” “Can I let you know later this week? Gotta see what classwork I have.” “Sure, not much going on for me. We are still months out from meets, so Practices are only Monday thru Thursday.” “Cool. Well, thanks for responding and will talk to you later.” “Later Justin.” I now knew I had him on the bareback sex, the next step would be to convince him that taking Poz loads would be ok. That was going to be the harder hurdle. Well, I would ask Rob if he had any ideas and see what we could come up with. I really wanted to make Dad proud of me for getting him another Boy to knock up. Even though I knew he was having sex with other guys, and that there had been guys before me, I think that I hold a very special place with him since I am not only his Poz son, but also his biological son. Friday morning I got a text from Justin as Rob and I were relaxing in bed trying to get the energy to get up for Friday classes. Chris has come over after practice the night before and we had both given him two more poz loads as well as both getting a load from him each. If he didn’t watch it, he would soon be joining us in the Poz Wrestlers club. “Hey Tom” Justin said “Hey buddy, gonna have time to meet this weekend?” “Yea, looks like it. Want to come hang around in Georgetown?" “Sure. I’ll text you when I wake up and we can figure where to meet then. Sounds good?” “Great! Look forward to meeting you.” “Same here.” “So,” Rob asked, “Who’s texting so early on a Friday morning?” “This guy Justin who my Daddies want to fuck. He was safe only, and I think I got him to the point where he’ll take a cock bare, but he is afraid he might catch something. I need to try to convince him that it would just be better to poz up and then he can be the cumdump he was meant to be.” “Hmm, sounds like a tough nut to crack. Is he into younger guys, or just older guys?” “I think mostly older guys, though I think he is so horny right now that he’d take any cock that would fuck him. I told him about us, and he said he wished he could get his roommate to fuck him.” “Well, we do have a special arrangement don’t we” Rob said with a smile and a quick peck on the lips. “Speaking of Special arrangements, my cock could really use some relief right now in your ass.” “Only if I get some relief in yours after.” I replied with a smile. Rob moved on top of me and we began to kiss as our cocks grew between us. Soon he slid his cock into my ass, and pounded away for about 5 minutes and then shoved all the way in as he sprayed my insides with his morning load. Once his cock began to soften, he pulled out and straddled me, sliding my rock hard cock into his ass. I let him adjust, then flipped us over and pounded his hole viciously till I felt my load rising. Just before I shot, I pushed all the way in and let my cum shoot into the deepest parts of Rob’s ass. I shot for about a minute till I knew that I had completely unloaded in him. I slowly pulled out as we kissed again. “Ok, We should go get breakfast and think more on your little cumwhore in the making.” Rob said as he rolled off the bed. We grabbed sweats and tees, forgoing underwear as usual. Slipping on flip flops, we headed out to the dining hall. We chatted about various ideas on getting Justin to willingly take poz loads, and came up with a couple of directions for me to direct him towards; the big thing would come when I met with him and would see how he responded to some of them. After Breakfast, we headed back to the room, got ready for the day, and went our separate ways.

Rob & Tom’s First Conquest Here it was, a little less than two months since I had left home and started college. Now, not only had I met and been knocked up by my dream daddy, and my real daddy, but I also had helped knock up my new best friend and fuck buddy. Early October, Rob and I went to the local free clinic and got tested to confirm that we were both poz. Our test results came back just as we hoped, poz. They wanted to put us on meds, but we asked for time to think it over; and so we’d be more potent to knock up the other guys on the wrestling team. With our confirmed status, it was now time to start passing on our bug to the other guys on the team, but the question was, who first? Rob wanted to start big, and get Jon and Seth pozzed up so that they could share it with their other hookups. I thought we should start with one or two of the guys in our own class. We decided that we’d kinda feel out who we wanted the most and see which one bit first on taking our poz loads. With that agreed, the next day, Rob hung out with Jon to see if he could set up a group session with all four of us. I hung out with Chris after practice, and tried my moves to get the bi boy to take my raw cock bare in his ass. I really wanted to poz him up, since it would mean not only guys getting our virus, but also possibly some girls getting knocked up with my family DNA. After chatting about wrestling, and how it often makes me horny, I had Chris on the hook. He was boned up to find a place for us to fuck. I texted Rob and asked him to let me have the room for a few hours so I could get Chris back, and hopefully knocked up. But I also secretly told him to come back 'early' so he could possibly also add his toxic cum to Chris. Chris and I headed back to my room, subtly groping each other as we made our way across campus from the gym. Once back in the room, we both fell on each other and began to kiss and strip each other. As I pushed his jeans and boxers down, I dropped to my knees and began to suck on Chris’ cut cock. It quickly grew in my mouth to its full seven inches. Chris stood me up, and pushed my jeans down and my half hard uncut cock sprang out at him as I had not worn my boxers after practice. He was quickly gobbling my foreskin and sucking my cock down to the root with my head hitting the back of his throat. Chris definitely knew how to suck cock. We fell onto the bed and quickly were in a 69 position, each sucking on the other’s cock. I popped his cock out of my mouth and began to work my way towards his tight pucker. Chris moaned around my cock as I began to work my tongue into his hole. It tasted sweet, his sweat and shower gel making a great taste in my mouth. Soon, Chris pulled me up for a kiss and I slid between his legs. As we kissed, I rubbed my cock on his ass, occasionally catching the head on his hole. Each time my cock would catch, he would let out a slight moan of pleasure. I decided to go for it, and the next time my cock was at his hole, I began to push in. Chris grabbed my hips, and helped me slide raw into his ass. He broke the kiss and told me to fuck him hard, as he liked it rough. With just my spit and his as lube, I knew it was going to be a rough fuck and probably have more than he expected from it. I bent Chris in half and pounded his hole as hard as I could while we kissed. He continually groaned in pleasure from the rough fuck I was giving him, and before either of us knew it, his cock began to shoot a load of his neg jizz all over our stomachs and chests. As his hole clenched with each pulse of his balls unloading, it brought me that closer to unloading my toxic cum into his roughed up hole. I wanted to make it last a bit longer to make sure I roughed him up enough that my toxic seed would take root in him; so I slowed down and began to long dick him. This got him going again, and even though he had just cum, his cock did not deflate. After about ten more minutes, I felt my load starting to rise. “I’m going to cum!” I told Chris. “Yea, give me your seed!” “Ok buddy, here it comes, going to knock you up!” With one more shove, I sank into his hole till my balls were on his ass and I began to shoot my toxic load deep into his raw ass. As my seed shot into him, I leaned down and kissed Chris deeply. Once I was done shooting into his unprotected ass, I stayed in him and slowly fucked him till I felt my cock losing its hardness. I slowly pulled out, and seeing as how Chris’s cock was still rock hard, I grabbed his first load of cum and smeared it on his cock then, straddling him, sank down onto his cock. Both of us moaned as his cock sank into my cunt which was hungry for his hopefully last load of neg cum. I rode him for a good twenty minutes till he said he was going to cum again. “Give it to me like I gave it to you! Plant that seed in my cunt!” “Here it comes buddy!” And with that, Chris slammed his cock into me and I felt it enlarge and began to shoot his jizz into my hole. I leaned over and kissed him as his cock slowly softened and popped out of my now seeded cunt. Just as we were coming down from our session, I heard the key in the door and it opened as Rob came in. “MMMM, I just love to see two team mates bonding like that. Can I join in?” Rob said as he closed the door. I looked at Chris, and he nodded slightly. “Sure, get that clothing off, and join us over here on the bed buddy," I invited. Rob quickly shucked his clothes off and climbed on the bed with us. All three of us kissed and groped each other as Rob’s cock grew to its full size. “Who’s going to let me fuck them?” Rob asked. “I got an idea,” I said, “why don’t you take turns fucking both of us side by side.” “Damn, that would be hot!” Chris said Chris and I got up on our hands and knees on the side of the bed as Rob stood behind us. “Now, let’s see who end up up with my load.” Rob said And with that, he slid his cock into my ass and pumped away a few times, then he switched over to Chris’ cunt and fucked it for a while. He kept switching back and forth between the two of us, and both of us got hard again from the pleasure Rob was giving our holes. After I was rock hard again, I flipped onto my back and motioned Chris to climb on top of me. Rob pulled out, and Chris quickly straddled me and sank down onto my cock. As soon as my bone was buried in his hole, Rob lined up his rod and slowly pushed it in with mine. Chris moaned as his hole was stretched by the two cocks he was taking. Soon Rob and I had a rhythm going and as I looked over Chris’ shoulder at Rob I knew it would not be long till he was adding his DNA to mix with mine in Chris. “Yeah, buddy,” Rob said “Gonna add my jizz to this cummy hole and make sure to knock you up good!” “Do it. Flood me with your cum," Chris replied. A few more thrusts and Rob shoved his cock deep into Chris. “Here it comes Buddy, Take my seed; Gonna get you pregnant with our Baby!” I felt Rob’s cock pulse as he shot his toxic load deep into Chris’ stretched-out hole. The sensation of Rob breeding Chris made my second load rush up and I shoved my cock as far as it would go and shot my second load into Chris. “Here is my second load, Chris. You are really going to be knocked up with our baby!” After Rob and I had finished injecting Chris and our softening cocks slid out of his cummy hole, we all collapsed on the bed, with Chris nestled between the two of us. Rob and I each wrapped a hand around Chris’ cock and jacked it till he moaned and shot his seed all over his chest, belly and our hands. Now with all of us sated, at least for the moment, we cuddled up and started some pillow talk. “Guys,” Chris began “you both said you were getting me pregnant or knocked-up. Did you both give me poz loads?” “Yep, we both gave you injections of our high viral load poz cum.” I told him. “Hope you are okay with that.” “Well, I wasn’t exactly planning on becoming poz, but this has been the hottest session I have ever had with any guy. If I become poz from it, then so be it. But I will say, that I hope before the night is out that I have a few more loads from you boys in me.” With that, we all shared a passionate kiss and began the next round of fucking. Chris fucked each of us over the course of the night, and Rob and I each gave him two more loads before we all got dressed and headed to the dining hall for breakfast and then back to our rooms to start the next day of classes. Time will tell if Chris converts, but when he before he left for his room, he asked when we could hook up again and swap some more loads. I told him that Rob and I were working on spreading our poz seed around the team. He said that if he converts, he will help us spread it to the team and around campus. I hope he does convert soon, we could use another brother to spread the family line.

At our former DC Bareback Club we had about a 10 foot long padded fuck table. I assume it was custom-made, just at the correct height to bend over and take cock. If you wanted to be fucked you went over and bent over the table. When you were tired of taking loads, you stood up and went to the shower and rinsed off the cum running down your legs. I still prefer a sling fuck, as the top can dig deeper easily, but this was a great way to signal when you wanted to be fucked.

This is the version I have always jacked off to... When I was 18 I went to a Halloween party with a bunch of other gay freshmen. The Halloween party was hosted by an older man who got off on all us college kids. There were other older guys all aroud too. I went as a lifeguard in red trunks and flipflops. I was real tan then and I've always had washboard abs and real nice body. I could feel the eyes of everyone burning into me when we walked through the door. I looked at the other hot guys around the party. There was a Roman gladiator. There was a priest. But the best was this older muscle guy who was some kind of demon or devil. He had huge pecs and was painted completely red. He had a shaved head and long horns. All he was wearing was a leather thong and heavy leather boots. I noticed him following me with his eyes. They were bright blue. My dick stirred, but then a drink was in my hand and my friends distracted me. I danced with my friends for a long time. We drank a lot and started getting horny. The whole room was getting horny. My friends and me did some tequila shots. We started feeling it. Then some of them started making out. That got the room started. People started disappearing. I went to piss and in the hallway found the first fucking going on. A kid from my econ class was dressed like a lifeguard like me and some hot dark haired guy from a different school was fucking him. He was dressed up as a mechanic with his overalls open down the front to expose his dick. I stopped and looked. The guy wasn't wearing a condom. I was shocked but started to get hard. I went on to the bathroom door. Someone was in the bathroom so I got stuck waiting. The kid from econ was moaning real loud. The guy behind him was fucking him so hard you could hear his hips slapping against my buddy's ass. My buddy reached out and jerked me off through my shorts and we looked at each other. Completely amazed at what was going on. The mechanic guy fucking my buddy started grunting and said "I'm fucking cumming!" My buddy tried to pull off but the mechanic dude held his shoulders in place and unloaded inside him. My buddy looked panicked. And the guy pulled out, smiled and walked out to piss out the side door. I was about to follow when the bathroom door opened. "Can I push it out?" my buddy asked. I told him sure. I was jealous and glad I wan't him at the same time. We went in together to discover another kid from our school getting barebacked in the shower. I knew what bareback was but hadn't done it before. I was too hard to piss so I left my buddy to push out the cum and deal with everything by himself. Walking through the house I saw it had evolved into a full on orgy. The 'priest' was getting fucked by a 'doctor' in the kitchen by the vodka. A fairy with a real great ass was barebacking the shit out of a construction worker on the floor by the 'fridge. In the dining room, Peter Pan from my college was on his back on the table with the Roman gladiator's huge bare dick up in him. I watched as a quiet guy from my school who was dressed up like a ghost was coaxed to his knees by a slightly older dude dressed like a cop. I was starting to feel kind of left out and went back to the living room. Peopel were still dancing there, even though it was definitely more sexual than before. The hot red demon dude was still there, and he followed me with his eyes. I could tell he was claiming me. He walked confidently to me and we exchanged greetings. The red skin looked so real. I asked if I could touch it. "Sure" he said. His chest was hard. His abs were firm. His arms were big and muscular. Next I knew he was kissing me. His lips were powerful. His tongue took control. His strong hand enclosed mine and pulled me behind him away from the living room. There was no point in resisting. And I didn't want to. In the dining room, the Roman gladiator came vocally in Peter Pan's ass and my shy ghost buddy was taking the bare dick of the cop like a champ. The scene in the kitchen revealed a new set of men fucking each other. The bathroom door was half open and my buddy from econ class was bent over taking more bare cock. I heard him ask for a load from the 'sailor' who was barebacking him. The sailor grunted and seemed to be unloading as my demon-hunk shoved me against a wall and started making out with me again. Soon my dick was in his mouth and I glanced over to see my buddy getting yet another bare dick up his hole. While the beautiful demon man ate my dick, I saw him release his dick from the leather thong he was wearing. He unbuttoned it and fell to the ground. His dick was probably eight inches, uncut and was also painted red. He had gone all out. I leaned agaist the wall and moaned it felt so good. Then before long I felt his manly fingers probing my ass. I knew where this was going. I was going to be his boy. He was going to fuck me. I opened my ass to his fingers. He turned me around and pulled my red shorts the rest of the way off. I was completely naked. He ate out my hole while another kid from our school unloaded in my buddy's ass. I didn't feel bad for him anymore. I wanted to be him. I wanted to feel that red cock in my ass. Suddenly the demon man behnd me picked me up in his arms. He laid me on the center island in the kitchen. I looked into his blue eyes. He positioned my feet on his shoulders. I thought of asking for a condom, but I already knew there were no condoms here. And I didn't want him to put one on me. I wanted his seed. He spit on the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock. I felt the head pressing in. It hurt. I relaxed and coaxed him in. He kept pushing until he bottomed out. "Fuck yeah" he said. "You like my demon cock, kid?" "Fuck yeah" I said. "Give it to me." "Oh I will" he said with a deep laugh. He started fucking me. His dick felt hot. His muscle flesh strained to get it all in me. My buddy took a break from the orgy to come watch me get barebacked for the first time. "Fuck that's hot" I heard him say as the eight inches ramrodded in and out of me. I just threw my head back and let the demon stud take over. His raw dick plowed me and his hands held me down, pulling at my flesh. He was owning me. "You're mine" he hissed. "Fuck yeah" I said. "Take me." He picked up the pace and started grunting. I thought that meant he was going to cum and I started squirming. I wasn't really ready. "Cum in his ass!" someone said. It was my buddy. I looked at him. He was jerking off and the mechanic from earlier was behind him about to enter him again. "Fuck yeah" the muscular red demon man said. "Here it cums." I paniced but was really turned on and started panting "yes" over and over. The beautiful muscular demon man growled and then let out an animal roar as he bucked into me. I could feel his cock growing and pulsing as he shot inside me. He shot for a long time like he hadn't cum in a long time. "Fuck yeah" he said. "Take my demon seed faggot! You like that? Ung!" He slowly pulled out and I saw the red make up had all come off his dick and it was coated in cum. I hadn't cum yet and stood erect leaking precum. "Hot" said the man dressed like a demon. "No turning back now, cumslut. Go get some more." And he left. Egged on by my buddy I took the mechanic's third load of the night right there on the kitchen floor, and then my buddy unloaded in me. Finally, I found the shy kid in the dining room again. The demonic stud was finishing up inside him. "No, don't cum in-" he didn't get it out when that animal roar happened again. I quickly took my place there and didn't last three strokes before I dumped a white hot load deep in his paniced guts. When it was starting to wind down and my friends were pairing off or calling taxis, the demon stud found me again. "You're mine tonight" he said. I looked into those piercng blue eyes. "Youre getting more" he said. I willingly held out my hand and felt his strong hand wrap around mine again. That was how it started.