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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

I have a straight, black fuck buddy who I used to see once or twice a week. Met him on the street one night he came back and fucked me at my place, said it was ‘good pussy’, and has been giving me his loads for a few years now on a regular basis. Anyways, since we met he has asked me to pick him up some packs of cigarettes, or could he have a $20 here or there, and have been happy to oblige. In return – besides all the hot cum he has shot up my ass – at least two loads per visit – he has introduced me to some of his straight friends who on a Friday night wanted a hole to unload in when they were drunk, girl out of town, or whatever. He has a nice thick, 9-inch dick, but sadly none of his friends have been so lucky, so I kept asking him what about his big dicked friends? Those guys with a true Big Black Cock (BBC) with hot thick loads. He would always say, “Well when Bud or Thomas get out of jail, they got real big dicks, they’d fuck you.” I asked what they were like, and he said both guys were in and out of jail most of their lives, real rough types, but good guys, and when I asked how he knew what their dicks were like he said he had fucked girls with them before. One time he watched Thomas fuck some girl down the street and she screamed like hell when he stuck it in her ass, and another time he and Thomas hustled on a white guy and both fucked him, so he knew Thomas had a big dick. I was hooked. I finally gave up and believed Bud and Thomas were a figment of his imagination. But, this past Thanksgiving my friend called and said, “Hey man, Thomas is out, he’s here, you want to meet him?” Of course! Come on down, and in about 45 minutes they showed up. My friend and Thomas walked in, we introduced ourselves, my friend took me to the kitchen, asked for a $20, and then left. He said Thomas would take care of me. So I went into the living room, Thomas was sitting on the chair watching the straight porn I had going, with his coat still on. He was in his early 50s, nice looking, I asked if he wanted a drink, made him a rum and coke, went back in and he had stripped off his clothes, sitting in the chair naked smoking a cigarette. Damn! He had a huge, uncut cock that just flopped between his legs and rested on the front of the chair. The meat was a dark brown, soft, but looked heavy and used and I could only stare and drool a little as I felt my ass twitch. My friend came through on this one! I set my beer down, handed him the drink, and asked if I could suck it. He just nodded and looked back at the TV, so I got on my knees, lifted his dick, felt the weight of it fill my hand, slid the skin back on the head and bent over and started licking and sucking on it. Thomas did not say a word, just kept smoking and sipping on his drink, but his dick started to respond – filling out thick and fat and swelling to over 10 inches, really hard. I do not claim to be a great cock sucker – and prefer to have it up my ass – but was giving it my all. After about 10 minutes my jaw ached and knees hurt so I asked if he was close. “No, I only cum when I jerk off,” he said. Fuck – I wanted his load and asked, “Do you want to fuck?” He said, “OK”, so I got on my hands and knees in front of the TV, hit the poppers and waited. Thomas got up, did not even ask for a condom even though they were sitting on the chair, and worked his raw dick into my ass. He was not real hard anymore, but he stuffed it in, so while my ass felt full and it felt good, his dick just felt squishy – thick and squishy with not much movement. He was moaning though, and seemed to like it, so I hit the poppers and just knelt there and let him fuck. He moved and fucked for a good 20 minutes then pulled out and sat down. I asked if he had cum and he told me again he could only cum when he jerked off. I was pretty disappointed. The fuck was not all that for me and I did not even get his load. So he washed up and left. Several times over the last weeks Thomas has called and asked if he could come by. They let him out of the half-way house, moved him into his own place, and he started calling saying he was lonely and did not have any movies or anything, did I want some company? I said, “Sure, come over”, hoping the next time would be better. The next time he fucked me I got him hard by sucking him again, bent over the bed this time, he stuffed it in and was pretty hard at first, but then he reached around and squeezed my chest and went limp. “Sorry, I like titties,” he said. I told him, “No worries. If you are not into it I understand.” Then he would call again a few days later and ask to come back. When I asked him why when I did not think he was into me he said, “When you suck my dick I don’t recognize it. Gets so hard. Your ass is so warm too and feels good. I want to try again.” I asked him if he liked fucking guys and he said he always had a boy in jail he fucked, but he could never cum fucking him. It was just to get stuff, and he liked pussy, he was straight. OK – whatever. So, after trying cock rings, asking him to hold it all week, missionary style, and a few other things I had pretty much given up. When he called this week I said, “No, think we tried, thanks.” He said again, “I want to get back up in your ass.” I gave in and could not resist another chance to suck on his fat dick, and this time I had a new plan. I was determined to take his load this time no matter what. I had jerked off so many times thinking about that BBC cumming inside me it was driving me crazy. That ex-con dick and thick cum shooting in my ass – damn I wanted that. I told Thomas to call about 7:00, got home early from work and called my fuck buddy who had brought Thomas by the first time to swing through and give me a load about 5:30. I figured being a little open would make it easier for Thomas’s big cock later. Got two loads, my buddy bounced, and Thomas showed up at 7:00. This time I had a drink for him, two cock rings, and a Viagra. That dick was going to get hard! I helped him undress and took off his work boots, put his favorite gangbang flick in, made him a drink, handed him the blue pill and worked the two cock rings down around his balls. I got on my hands knees and tasted how salty and sweaty his dick was. God the weight of his dick – just big fucking piece of meat! Dicks like that are rare but feel and taste so good. The pill did its magic and after a bit his dick was swollen and fatter then ever, but I kept sucking and he started moaning. I stood up, told him to stand up, and moved the arm chair in front of the TV facing sideways and asked him to sit back down so he could see the video by turning his head slightly to the left. I moved a chair with the poppers, lube, and towels beside us, bent over and sucked on his dick some more. Thomas was rock hard and so I worked some lube into my ass with my left hand while I sucked on him and jerked his dick with my right. I then stood up, wiped my hand on a towel, took a big hit of poppers, turned around, and backed my ass down onto his dick. As my ass slid down his shaft Thomas moaned. I held my breath as his big head pushed my hole open and I pushed hard down onto his dick. I wanted to feel him all the way inside me with his dick as he could be no matter what and thank the fuck the poppers were a fresh bottle. That dick hurt! Fuck he filled me up! I took another hit of poppers, set the bottle on the side chair, put my hands on the arm of the chair for balance, pushed his legs wide apart with mine to give me space, and started riding his dick up and down – bouncing down to his balls then pulling up as far as I could without it popping out and plunging back down again all the while clamping hole tight and milking his shaft with every movement of my body. Thomas just put his head against the back of the chair as I rode his dick and started to make little moaning noises. I didn’t care what he was doing – that big black dick was fucking me deep and splitting my ass and I wanted more – wanted it deeper. I was practically on my tip toes to get high up on his dick before dropping back down, working his dick deeper and deeper into my ass as I rode him. The heat from the poppers made my head tight and dizzy and the heat from his dick in my ass was beyond incredible. I grabbed the arms of the chair harder and moved up and down his dick. I was a pig in heat with that awesome fat cock in me, and became a pushy bottom for sure. Thomas was not moving – just sitting there letting me bounce up and down on his dick however I wanted and I was riding him hard. I was not interested in a long session, I just wanted his cum and his dick as hard as I could get it, so I kept pushing myself up and dropping down onto his dick harder, faster, harder and faster. After a little while my legs and arms started to get tired, but Thomas started to make little “Ah Ah Ah” sounds every time I dropped back down onto his dick. That’s like farmer Joe saying, “Pig pig pig, time for dinner!” – I picked up the pace with a renewed burst of energy and was slam fucking him with my ass. “OH BITCH!” Thomas yelled in my ear. I could feel his muscles tighten up, his breathing got quicker, and his dick started to unload in my ass. Fuck yeah he was cumming in me! I had his prison dick in my ass and taking his ex-con cum! I bounced even harder on his dick, because I needed every little drop of sperm. It seemed like it took him a while to unload and soon he began to almost whimper, “Stop, oh OK stop, stop, ah ah, stop.” Damn. I stopped as I sat all the way back down on his dick, and felt his dick start to soften up inside me, as his breathing tried to get back to normal. In one stroke I lifted myself off his dick as it made a big plopping sound, which made him gasp a little. I turned and looked at him. Thomas’ eyes were closed, his head turned to the side and he was breathing heavy. His dick was glistening with thick globs of cum and juice, so I put my hands on the chair arms, bent over, licked the head a little which made him moan and quiver, then stood up and went to the bathroom to wash off. Thomas may have the big dick, but this bottom is in charge and that BBC is my bitch now!

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.”

Gettin tired of bottoms saying "unless you have 10 inches or more, don't waste my time". Ok, bottom boys, you have been watching way too much porn. I don't have a 10 cock and neither do a lot of my top buddies, but we are good fucks. I have a thick cock and I fuck real good. You may prefer to stay home and fuck yourself with a giant dildo but a dildo can't shoot a load up your ass.

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.

It was Josh's second week home from college for summer vacation, his parents had left for a long weekend, leaving Josh at home on his own, as he had already started his summer job. Most of his friends were not home yet so Josh was wondering around the house naked. It was kind of hot being naked at home, he had gotten used to hanging out naked in his dorm room at college, but wondering around naked at home was kind of kinky and made him hornier than normal. He had found beer in the fridge so he was working on his second one and absentmindedly stroking his cock. He had discovered (well actually finally admitted to himself) that he was gay his freshman year thanks to his roommate (but that is s different story). Unfortunately his roommate had transferred to a different college after freshman year. As Josh went to a small college in a small town he had not been able to find any other guys on campus willing to fool around. It had clearly been pure luck that he and Zach had been paired up as roommates that first year. So he was horny for most of his sophomore year jerking off by himself to online porn. Until he found an ad for phone sex lines. Not as good as sex with his roommate, but he found it hotter to talk with guys on the phone than watching porn. Porn was the same every time you watched it while the phone line was different every time, different guys, into different things, most importantly it was interactive. He and Zach had been pretty vanilla, just your basic horny 18 year olds, sucking and fucking. Although there had been a LOT of sucking and fucking. But you could explore a lot different activities on the phone. Josh had started off just talking about sucking and fucking, but soon with the safety of it just being on the phone - not "real" he was soon talking about anonymous sex, groups, barebacking, even a little bondage... and once in awhile he talked with older guys who were into younger. Every call was different, and that excited him. So there he was a little buzzed, naked, horny, and home alone. So he went to his room to get his phone. It would be hot to spread out naked on the living room rug and jerk off while talking dirty with someone. But damn, when he found his phone he realized that he had forgotten to recharge it last night and it was down to 10% of the battery. He plugged it in, and with the the cord he could almost reach the bed, but he had been turned on by the thought of jerking off in the formal living room. Then he remembered that the phone line was "free with only regular long distance charges" and as his parents had an unlimited national plan it would not show up on the phone bill so he could use his parents phone and they would never know. He went downstairs, his cock rock hard jutting straight out of his pubes, and grabbed the cordless phone and went into the living room. There were two different lines that Josh called, and he had both numbers memorized, and just instinctively dialed one. He ended up calling the one that that saved your outgoing message. He was thinking about what type of message he would record when he got to the portion of the menu when he got the recording "press 1 to reuse your existing outgoing message, press 2 to hear your existing outgoing message, or press 3 to record a new message". He was about to press three when he stopped. What prerecorded message? He had never called the line from this phone before.... Did the phone company somehow know that his cell phone was tied to his parents land line somehow? That would just be way to creepy, So, curious, he pressed 2. He was stunned when he heard his father's voice: " Hey guys. Married dad here. Wife is out and I am home alone. I've been" Josh's thumb just automatically hit the disconnect button. He stared at the phone, and then not really realizing what he was doing redialed and hit the 2 again " Hey guys. Married dad here. Wife is out and I am home alone. I've been happily married and "straight" for a long time until last summer when suddenly I remembered how much I liked fucking around with guys when I was younger. It's my son, that got me thinking about it. He's in college now and has developed this smoking hot body - I noticed it when he was home last summer when he would be out by the pool. Damn--- he has a sweet smooth tight body and if anything over the last year he has gotten hotter. He gets home for the summer next week and I can't wait to see him getting out of the pool dripping wet again. He wears kind of baggy swim trunks, and you should see how his wet suit clings to his perfect round ass and fuck.... in the front the suit just clings to his cock and balls - I mean even coming out of the pool he looks like he has a huge cock. Fuck, He just drove me crazy last summer.... I started to wonder what his cock tastes like? .... What his cum tastes like?... What his ass would taste like? .... What his ass would feel like on my cock?..... Do you think his ass would feel as good on my raw cock as his mother's pussy did when she was that age? And I've been thinking about what would it be like to see him on his knees sucking my cock, swallowing the same cum that made him. Any of you other guys feel that way about your son? Any of you young guys think that way about your dad? How do you feel about it? How the fuck do you deal with those urges? ....... Damn you should see how hard my big dick is right now just talking about this. Hit me up with a message guys - I really need to blow a load" FUCK!!!!! Josh's cock was rock hard. He hadn't realized that he had been stroking his cock while listening to his dad's message. Josh looked down at his hand stroking his dick. Fuck!! what was he doing?..... he took his hand off his dick and clicked off the phone and and dropped it on the sofa as it were a hot burning lump of coal. He fled the living room, He tried to forget it...... Went to get another beer.... No - this was more of a scotch problem. So he went into his dad's study and poured a stiff shot of single malt .... It didn't help. His cock was still sticking straight out from the tangle of blond pubes and there was a long line of precum leaking out of his piss slit. He absentmindedly started stroking his cock using all that precum for lube, fuck that felt good. SHIT, what the FUCK was he doing?!?!? He took his hand off of his dick. He went to put the cordless phone back in its charger, but the second he picked it up he just instinctually dialed the number again, hit 2 and listed to his fathers voice leaving that outgoing message again, stroking his cock. As he listened, he looked down, "ya dad, I guess I do have a big dick don't I?" As soon as the message was over he hung up. Went back into the study and poured himself another scotch, a bit stronger this time, wandering around his dad's study, he sat down in the big desk chair, damn the black leather did feel good on his naked skin. He picked up a framed photo on his dads desk. Just one of those candid shots his mom liked to take. It was from last summer, while his dad had been out was cooking at the grill. His dad was wearing a t-shirt and shorts - Josh was in his wet swim suit showing off the beginning of tan on his lean, smooth, hairless chest, with just a hint of a treasure tail poking out of the waistband. They both had their arms on each others shoulders and they both had big happy grins. His dad did have a good build for a guy his age. Fuck! Josh had thought it just a nice photo before now.... now?... why? ... what?.....Why was this the photo his dad had on his desk where he would see it every day. He left the room. He found himself back in the living room staring at the phone and he noticed he still had that photo in his hand. He finished the scotch and then reached down and picked up the phone again and dialed, and started stoking his cock, looking at the photo as he again hit "2." This time when the message was over he didn't hang up, he just hit 2 again and kept stroking his cock, looking at the picture of him and his dad. "You should see how his wet suit clings to his perfect round ass and fuck.... in the front the suit just clings to his cock" His free flowing precum was making his cock really slippery. "Do you think his ass would feel as good on my raw cock as his mother's pussy did when she was that age?" Not realizing what he was doing his started to finger his ass. Damn that felt good.... he hadn't had a cock in his ass for a year, not since his roommate had fucked him their last night together freshman year. He hit 2 again..."I started to wonder what his cock tastes like?" He stuck two fingers in his mouth getting them wet.... "What his cum tastes like?" He hit two again, he has his two spit coated fingers all the way up his ass now, milking his prostate "Do you think his ass would feel as good on my raw cock as his mother's pussy did when she was that age?" He blew a huge load of cum all over himself. He hung up and looked at the pool of cum on his flat smooth stomach. Then he took his finger and scooped some of it up and ate it. He had never tasted his own cum before - had never been curious about it before, but after listening to his fathers message he wanted to know, what did his cum taste like? Nice! He liked it. He slowly scooped up the rest, enjoying the sensation of eating his own cum. Fuck, he wondered, "what would his fathers cum would taste like?" he thought as he slowly pulled his fingers out of his ass.

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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.

56 - i need help!

Your PReP should take care of any hiv provided you are taking it daily. However there are lots of other nasties that are easily caught from multiple loaded guys.. I picked up a dose of hep c last year in Germany.

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 !

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 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!!

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Sam was half-asleep when he bumped his head against the wall and woke up to find his body being crushed between a wall and another body behind him. Sam looked over his shoulder and met Kwame’s eyes with a smile. Kwame smiled back while continuing his deep hard pumping of cock in and out of Sam’s hole. Sam’s whole body kept on getting pushed hard against the wall in front of them and Sam placed both of his palms flat on the wall and pushed back as hard as he could to stop his head bumping on the wall. Kwame continued to slam his big black cock into Sam’s open boy pussy forcefully and their bodies crashed into each others making loud body slapping noise accompanied by both of their pleasure groans. After Jamal left, Kwame woke up Sam’s mother who tried to swallow Kwame’s big black cock while he helped her into her room. Kwame tried to wake up Sam as well but Sam was so high from drugs that even when when he opened his eyes, he wasn’t fully conscious. However Sam’s body obeyed his drug induced sexual desire and tried to guide Kwame’s big black cock into his hole constantly as Kwame picked him up and carried him to his room. Sam’s open boy pussy was filled to the max with Jamal’s cum and tina piss and as his hole opened up to swallow Kwame’s big black cock into his gut, it flowed out of him down his leg onto the floor making a big mess. Kwame carried Sam to the bathroom instead and put him in the tub under hot water. Sam kept on begging Kwame to fuck him more as he used his fingers to pry open and stretch his hole in front of Kwame. Kwame put one of his foot on Sam’s ass and pushed to keep Sam under the shower. Sam’s hungry body opened up and started to fuck himself on Kwame’s big toe. Kwame kicked Sam lightly as more of his toes went into Sam’s used up fuck hole. When Kwame pulled his foot out, nasty Tina piss gushed out of Sam’s hole but nothing dirty from Sam. Kwame got in the tub as well and slammed his cock into Sam with one push and pulled out fast and more piss escaped Sam’s hole. After few times, Sam’s tummy was flat and Kwame didn’t see any more dark yellow tina piss flow from Sam’s hole. Kwame turned the water off and lifted up Sam’s body and wrapped a big towel around both their bodies. Sam positioned himself to be impaled down on Kwame’s big black cock as they walked into Sam’s room. Kwame walked over to the desk first and sat down by the computer. Sam started to ride Kwame’s cock deep and slowly while Kwame contacted Jake for a video chat. Luckily Jake answered and Kwame moved the web cam around to show Jake the close up of Sam’s boy pussy taking his big black cock. [/size] K: I am breeding your brother’s sweet boy pussy…. J: Man, I thought he might be gay and now I know for sure. I wanted to wait til he was ready to tell me and I guess he was ready to do more than tell you. hah hah… K: Well, Jamal was the first one to find out. I don’t now how long they’ve been fucking around but I am sure it wasn’t their first time tonight. J: Damn… Jamal gets all the pussies even the boy ones… K: The man loves to fuck especially popping cherries. Sam, tell Jake when he popped your cherry. Sam continued his deep slow riding of Kwame while he started to speak in a dreamy tone about his first time with Jamal when he was 14 y.o. S: It was a hot summer night and we were all sleeping in our apartment naked as usual but I couldn’t fall asleep long after you guys did. I watched all your sexy god-like bodies and your huge man cocks and I wanted to taste, smell and feel them but I was too embarrassed about this gay desires to actually go for it. So instead I pulled on shorts and a jersey and decided to take a walk. I decided to take the stairs instead of elevator but when I opened the door to the stair well, I saw Jamal standing right in front of me with a towel around his waist which failed to cover his magnificent man cock as it stood semi-hard at 45 degree angle from his groin. He was smoking something and offered it to me but I was mesmerized by his black sex god-like cock. I said “Yes” to whatever he was offering it to me and immediately got on my knees at his feet and stuck my tongue out to lick the head of his cock. After first taste, I started to lick and suck more and more and Jamal grabbed the back of my head with one huge hand and he forced me to take more of his cock into my throat whenever he felt the need to until he fed me his entire cock down to the base and his huge low hanging ball sac hit me on the chin and down my neck as I buried my nose in his thick dark coarse curly pubic hair and filled my lung full of his man scent and a bit of smell from my mom’s pussy juice. Jamal started to fuck my face harder once he had me take the whole thing in my mouth. His balls hit my chin and my neck hard as he pulled my head on and off of the entire length of his cock. The sound of our bodies smashing into each other, wet slushing suction noise emitting from my throat, Jamal’s grunting and dirty talking and my own moans of pleasure from serving Jamal’s cock echoed and filled the staircase completely. Jamal shot a little bit of cum without slowing down his face fucking but once I got a taste of his cum as it streamed out of my open pussy mouth, I sucked him in harder and deeper in attempt to prolong the pleasure of my first taste of a cock. Jamal told me he liked how hungry I was for his black cock and continued to fuck my face for a while. We heard some kids on other floors hanging out smoking in the stairwell and commented on our hardcore sex noise. Some young boys cheered Jamal on to fuck the bitch harder as they got stoned listening to us. Few minutes later, a couple of young black boys appeared at the bottom of the stairs and saw Jamal fucking my face brutally. They were surprised to see that I wasn’t a woman and announced it loud to everyone. I heard them scream out their comments and more boys appeared on the stairs and some of them held their phone at us while they cursed me, a fucking faggot. Jamal started to slap me hard and wrapped his fingers around my neck and squeezed my throat shut around his cock. Our entourage started to get louder and eventually my black cock slut mom’s voice reached us as she yelled for Jamal and begged him to return and fuck her more. Jamal yanked my hair real hard and pushed me away to rush back to my mom. I sat on the cold cement floor while I tried to grasp what just happened as the spectators started to leave. Some of the boys talked nasty shit to me as they walked by and couple of them even spat on me. I ran back to my apartment and went straight to the bathroom and took a long hot shower before I joined you guys on bed naked to get some rest before the morning.

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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.

The Party Continues – As told by Brandon I looked at Zach and he grinned and came to stand in front of me. He slipped off his leather shorts revealing that he was wearing a tight pair of black latex jock-briefs that displayed his tight buns to perfection. He leaned forward giving me a good look at his asshole. He relaxed his muscles allowing his hole to open up and a dribble of something trickled out. I had never seen anything like it. Well used would be the best description of the loose hole surrounded by puffy ass lips. “I guess you noticed that I’m not a virgin anymore” he joked “and that’s Chris’s cum leaking out. He fucked me a few minutes ago and got me all lubed up for all these hot guys. And with a bit of luck your and Dino’s holes will look like this by the end of the evening.” He looked around the room. “Guys, I want everyone to leave at least one load each up Brandon’s and Dino’s holes.” “No problem” said a cute college aged guy. “Ryan and I will breed him next. And make sure that he and the other new guy gets a load from each of us. We’ve all loaded each other up before at these parties so we need to make sure to share what we have.” I looked at them. A pair of gorgeous athletic guys in their early twenties, wearing matching black jock-briefs. I barely had time to think before they walked over. Ryan put his arms around Brent and pulled him backward so his cock slid out of my hole. “Make place for me.” At the same time his friend put his arms around Brad and pulled him forward. “I’m Jon, and I need to clean your dick.” He immediately went down on his knees and started swallowing my cum slick cock. My hole had been opened wide by Brent’s fat 9 inch dick and well lubed with his cum so Ryan’s dick slid in easily. He immediately started power fucking me and talking dirty. “Love fucking a cummy hole. Especially one that Brad or Brent have bred.” Jon stopped deep throating my dick just long enough to add. ”Fuck yeah. They’ve loaded us up many times with their potent seed.” And he went back to sucking. Since they had been taking loads from Brent and Brad I could only assume that were also poz. The fact that I was going to get another toxic load got me really hard again, and Jon’s expert sucking certainly added to my pleasure. Ryan certainly knew how to hit my prostate in the best way to intensify the sensations of his bare cock sliding in and out of my chute. I looked up and saw that Dino was getting fucked by Brent. For someone who was cheating on his boyfriend he certainly had no problem taking Brent’s massive poz cock and was encouraging him to fuck harder and Brent was responding. “Fuck yeah. Love your fat bare cock in my hole. Fuck me harder. I want your load up my ass.” “You fucking right dude. My loads only go up asses. No wasted seed. You’ve got such a sweet tight ass that it is going to be a big one.” With the size of Brent’s cock almost any hole was going to be tight for him. I was on my hands and knees getting fucked doggy style. I looked to my right and Zach was bent over next to me with Brad’s arms alternately sliding elbow-deep in his hole. I had never seen anyone being fisted before in real life but Zach was obviously enjoying it immensely. Brad was obviously also into it as his massive curved dick was rock hard and drooling copious pre-cum. He could see that I was somewhat surprised so that he cleared up the confusion for me. “The baker boys can cum a couple of times a night, but sometimes they take a break from fucking to give my ass some special treatment.” Brent obviously did not need a break yet as he was getting close to cumming up Dino’s ass so soon after he had fucked me. Zach encouraged Brent. “Fuck yeah stud. Seed his cunt. Then take a break and fist my ass for a while so that you can be sure to load up Brandon again later.” I certainly was not going to say no to having Brent’s magnificent meat up my ass for a second time that evening. Chris the waiter was in a train getting fucked by a guy who was getting fucked by Ricky, Chris’s boyfriend. The room was filled with the sounds of thighs slapping against butts and the wet sounds of raw dicks pounding sloppy holes. Ryan was now aggressively fucking my ass and came within seconds, adding to the load that Brent had left. Almost as soon as he came Ryan pulled out of my ass and Brad thrust into me in one slick move with his right arm still engulfed in Zach’s bowels “I saved my first load tonight for you. I’m gonna breed you good.” Brad started deep fucking slamming all the way home and then slowly withdrawing while simultaneously punch fisting Zach’s ass. After a few minutes he slid his arm out of Zach and placed both hands on my waist. “I have to get a good grip on you because I need my load to go real deep in your gut”. He stopped moving his hips and instead started pulling me back and pushing me forward sliding my chute up and down on his cock. Every time he pulled me backward he made sure my ass cheeks slammed hard against his abdomen and his fat curved cock reached deep places no cock had ever done before. My involuntary grunts of pain as he bottomed in my colon stimulated him. “Fuck yeah. Little cumslut likes a good banging. Needs my load.” By now he was obviously very close as after slamming me back a few times he bust his nut and flooded my abused rectum with a massive load. Load number three I thought. Brad looked around the room. “Who’s next? This slut needs more cum in his chute. If he gets enough he is sure to become one of us.” Jon was no longer sucking my dick and was fucking Zach. “Fuck yeah. Me next.” Brad withdrew and went to fuck Dino. Jon turned me around and pushed me onto my back on one of the benches. “I want to see your face when I shoot my load in your guts.” My legs were over the edge of the bench and Jon stood between them. His cock slid easily into my loaded hole. As he fucked me he leaned over and started to kiss me sucking my tongue and lips as he power fucked me. I could feel him slowly picking up the pace as he got closer. He stopped kissing and whispered in my ear. “We don’t have tattoos yet.” And looked at me for a response. I just smiled. “Gonna give you what Brad and Ryan and Brent gave you.” I pretended to not understand what he was saying. Of course I knew he meant poz cum. “Fuck yeah, Hot stud cum. Give me yours. Breed me. Fill me with your seed.” That pushed him over the edge. Maybe he thought that I was going to get pozzed at the party, and that perhaps it would be his load that did it. I felt his dick thicken and then jerk as he started squirting his scalding hot cum into my already coated insides. Load number four. That meant with Jeremy’s load on the weekend I had equaled Ben’s score of the number of guys who had loaded his ass since we got married. I hoped to at least double that number before the night was over. Jon’s dick had barely started to soften before he pulled out to be replaced by the next guy. It was the guy who had been in the middle between Chris and Ricky. He was one hot muscled fucker with a fat 11 inch uncut dick, and an unmistakable biohazard tattoo around his left nipple. As he saw me looking at the tattoo he grinned. “I’m Justin, and really more of a bottom, but I know you need my load tonight. You obviously know what you are getting.” He turned me around so that I was on my hands and knees so that he could fuck me doggy style. For a bottom he certainly knew how to fuck. Fast and furious, ramming his massive dick in deep and then withdrawing until just the head of his dick was inside my anus. The wet squelching sounds of him fucking lubricated by three loads was intense. After a few minutes of him battering my abused and stretched chute he came, flooding me with another charged load. Load five. Five guys. I was now ahead of Ben - Well, at least based on what I had overheard between him and Jeremy. While Justin was cumming Brad and Brent had come to stand on either side of my face. They had zipped up their latex suits and I noticed that their bodies were now drenched with perspiration. They pulled up my swimsuit, lifted me up, placed me on one of the exercise mats on the floor and flipped me onto my back again. Brent spoke. “My brother and I really like you and your sweet ass and we want you at the same time.” I certainly had no problems with them wanting me again, but maybe not at the same time. I had never had two cocks in my hole before and Brent and Brad were both massively endowed. Brad spoke next. “Yeah Bro, I know he’s married but lets mark him as ours.” I had no idea what they planned next. Brad and Brent grinned at each other. I heard Justin and Zach chuckle. They obviously knew. Brent stood astride me facing me over my chest, Brad stood behind me in line with my crotch. Brad put his arms about Brent and started nibbling his ear. Brent spoke. “I love my little brother so much. He is such a dirty fucker.” Brad shot back. “No, Brent is dirtier than me. Show him Brent.” I heard a hissing sound and I noticed that Brent’s tight latex suit was filling up with liquid. He grinned at me. “You want this, don’t you?” and without waiting for answer both Brent and Brad unzipped their latex suits releasing a flood of piss onto me and their pissing cocks were directed to completely cover my body with their pungent stream. As soon as the pissing stopped they stripped off their latex and came to lie on the mat along side me. Brent was on my lefty and Brad on my right and they immediately started giving me a tongue bath, licking all the sweat and piss off my body. I was almost overwhelmed by the musky sweaty smell of their hairy armpits. Brent placed his hairy armpit over my face and I immediately started reciprocating, swirling my tongue through the funky salty hair blond hair of his pit. I lost track of what everyone else was doing in the incredible sensations of two greedy tongues in my pits, in my navel, my nips, my earlobes on my ass crack. My dream was interrupted by the pressure of Brent’s cock against my anus. They did not double fuck me, instead they took turns each fucking for a few strokes before swapping. As Brad got close and started to cum Brent whispered in my ear. “Brad is going to load you up with another load of toxic cum. You want that don’t you? Most of the guys here tonight are poz.” As Brad started to squirt Brent moved around and in a slick move Brad slid out, Brent slid in and after two or three thrusts started to add his load to his brother’s. Chris had laid down on the mat alongside us. “Ricky and I have a treat for you. Sit on my dick facing me.” Brent pulled out of me and maneuvered me over Chris’s rock hard dick and guided his cock into my ass. I sat all the way down until my ass cheeks were hard against his pubic hair. I felt someone lifting me up. It was Ricky. He had moved in between Chris’s legs and I soon felt his dick probing my ass alongside his boyfriends. It was very painful as he started to force his way in but it was a fantasy come true. Two hot boyfriends were going to double fuck my ass. Something I had only ever dreamed of. Chris and Ricky took turns in thrusting up my overstretched chute. A large puddle of cum leaked out and made a slick patch on Chris’s crotch. Both of them had already cum once that night, loading up Dino, so it took some serious thrusting before they came simultaneously in my ravaged rectum. That was loads eight and nine and guys six and seven. I had barely lifted myself off their slimy dicks before Ricky spoke. “Uh oh. He leaked and lost a lot of cum. He needs a refill. Someone who hasn’t cum yet tonight.” I thought that would be a tough request to fill after all the loads that had been given but it seems Zach had been waiting for the opportunity. He was standing close by fisting his rock hard dick with his right hand. As Zach moved towards me he looked at the clock on the wall. “Ok guys. It 11:30 . your ninety minutes is up. The TeamBB party is officially over.” I looked at him with dismay as I was hoping to take a few more loads that night. He laughed. “Don’t panic, the party is officially over, but the fucking doesn’t need to stop. You just don’t need to play by the rules anymore. Except of course no cum should be wasted as it belongs in an asshole.” He gave me a long sensuous wet kiss before turning back to the others. “Brandon here did not bareback and take loads from strangers until very recently. Do you think he needs a raw poz cock in his ass?” Dino responded immediately. “Fuck yeah. That would be hot. I want to see a poz cock sliding in his cunt. Then I want to see his face when his gut gets flooded by a poz load. And while he is getting fucked I want a fat poz cock fucking and filling me.” Justin took care of Dino’s needs while I finally got to feel Zach’s meat in my hole. It is kind of ironic really, as I had been lusting after his ass for months, but now he was fucking me. I wondered what his abused ass would be like to fuck, but I knew that after tonight there would surely be another chance to try. Zach’s dick may have looked big on his small frame, but after all the cocks I had had up my ass that evening it did not feel that special. However he certainly knew how to use it and within minutes he blew a massive load up my chute. As I felt seven or eight potent squirts of toxic man cream fill my rectum I realized that what he may had lacked in dick size he made up for in the size of his loads. Zach made eight guys and ten loads. The only guy who I had not fucked or been fucked by was Dino. He had taken quite a few loads by the time we got together, probably as many as I had. It was a toss up who got to fuck who. I did not get to make the decision as Dino spun me around and easily slid his bare pole into my cum slick hole. “Fuck yeah. Nothing better than fucking a cum filled man cunt. Unless someone is fucking a third or fourth load up mine.” It was a new experience for me but I had to agree. Dino was fucking me with long deep strokes. “My boyfriend doesn’t know what he’s missing.” For a moment I forgot what Dino had told me earlier so I asked him. “He doesn’t take loads?” “Only mine. We used condoms together until about a year ago. Then we got tested and started barebacking. He insisted on monogamy.” He picked up the pace of his fucking, slamming his crotch hard against my ass. I felt his dick twitch and then thicken as he started firing his load deep in my gut. He had barely cum when he continued his story. “But we only had sex once or twice a month. I needed more. So I started looking online and I met Sam when my boyfriend was away. He convinced me to lose the condoms.” Sam. Probably the same Sam. That and the way Dino was taking loads he was probably also poz and his boyfriend had no idea. Seemed like a familiar story. Dino withdrew from my ass and I swung him around and moved in behind him. “Now its my turn to bareback your slutty cheating cunt. You just took at least one poz load tonight, would you take another?” “Fuck yeah. Oh Fuck. Yeah. You Poz?” Was all he said as I slid my dick into his sloppy chute bottom-deep in one thrust. I grinned and pretended innocence. “I don’t know. I haven’t been to the lab for testing. But I’ve had a lot of poz cock lately. Probably poz”. I started fucking him fast and hard. “Fuck yeah. I want that. I’ve been fucked bareback by about 100 guys since I met Sam. Most of them poz or don’t know.” That was all I needed to take me over the edge and add another poz load to those he had already received that evening. That was pretty much the end of the party. We all showered and got dressed and left the gym. As we walked back to our rooms Zach asked me “What made you change your mind? A few days ago you were the condom queen and tonight you were taking and giving loads like a champ.” I looked him straight in the eye. “Last week you said things to me that made me think. On the way home I stopped at a pharmacy and bought a home test kit. I was not really surprised at the result.” He grinned. “Are you going to tell Ben?” I laughed. “Hell no. Since it is almost a dead cert I got it from him I’ll let him find out for himself. On the other hand we are now free to fuck as we please. You need to invite us to one of your parties.” “I will most definitely do so. Both you and Ben will be stars.”

Well today i have ordered my own tourniquet, got a session planned with a nurse who can hopefully show me how to do my own slams! Its true what they say, once you slam you never go back, smoking and slamming just dont compare! My experience of my 1st slam was rather frightening, when the tourniquet was released i found myself unable to breath as the rush hit, but i did finally. Only downside was leaving a cock ring on too long and trying to double fuck a tight guy with a bigger guy, ended up bruising my dick. Also my up till that point reliable source palmed off some dodgy shit on me which when smoked fucked up my lungs and turned me yellow! Flushed my system with lots of water Nd now 1 month on appear ok, always find i have major guilt attack on a come down, anyone else have this problem?

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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'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.

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.

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.

I lost track of time as Jason fucked my hole. I was tweaking so hard my hole burned with pleasure. Jason's large dick stayed rock hard, scissoring into my insides brutally as the other three men took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. "Whew, I'm high," one of them groaned. "Not as high as this good boy right here," another one chuckled as he grabbed my head and shoved his dick into my mouth, then pushed down and gagged me with it. Meanwhile, Jason leaned down and licked my face as he impaled me with his dick. He fucked me so hard he was trying to hurt me. "Damn, his pussy's so tight," he growled as he took a draw from a cigarette. "Cum inside me," I moaned weakly as the other mens' dicks slapped my face and poked at my lips. "You want my poz load? You want me to breed that sloppy little cunt?" he roared. I opened my mouth to answer, but Bruce had mounted my chest and slid his dick into my mouth. I felt Jason grab my ankles hard and spread my legs as wide as he could. His dick hardened in my ass and trembled, and I felt pump after pump of warm fluid rush up my rectum. "TAKE. MY. LOAD. YOU. LITTLE. WHORE!" he roared, slamming his load deeper into me with every word. I flexed my toes in pleasure as he rammed his cum into me. He slid his dick out, leaving my ass feel empty and sore. The head of his dick made a little "pop!" sound as it left my hole. At the same time, Bruce pulled out of my mouth and came heavily on my face, adding thick white clumps of semen to the spit already covering my face. Before I could take a breath, he pushed his dick inside my mouth again to have me clean it off, while another one of the men plunged his dick inside my ass. The other men laughed degradingly and spat on my body. I had no idea what time it was or how long they had fucked me for, but John and Blake fucked me and added their loads to my pussy before leaving, then Jason fucked me again, then Bruce. I pushed into Bruce's cock as he churned the cocktail of cum inside me. Globs of white cum leaked out of my ass, stuck to his dick, and trickled down onto the bed. My sticky ass squeaked as he pummeled my cunt, lubed only with poz cum. My legs bounced with every thrust of his big dick. A waterfall of white fluid had leaked onto my taint down my asscrack. Bruce leaned down and put his hand over my throat. “You want Daddy’s poz load inside of that tight hole? You wanna be Daddy’s dirty little drugged up whore?” “Yeah, Daddy! Fuck me!” “What do you want? I can’t hear you.” “Fill me with your poz load! Make me your bitch! My boypussy is to service your big dick, poz me up and use me like your piece of meat! This hole is yours!” I barked. “Fuck yeah it is!” he roared, spitting into my face as he rammed his cock into me, cumming violently. I moaned in pleasure as he jammed his tool as deeply and sharply into my gut as he could. My ass made a sound like he was grinding meat, and my hole was now overflowing with so much cum it bubbled and lathered onto his dick. He scooped the excess and crammed it into my ass. Then he moved over to my face and rubbed the cum on his dick onto my face. “Good whore,” he groaned. “Let’s seal the deal.” Bruce left the room for a little bit and came back with a tattoo gun. “Stay still,” he ordered. I felt a painful burning prick on my ass, but I relaxed and rode my high. In sloppy handwriting, Bruce had permanently labeled “Cum Dump” on my asscheeks. At this time, Jason re-entered the room with ten other middle-aged men. Some were fat and balding, some looked gaunt, others were built and muscular. Their dicks had various sizes, but all of them were paid customers. I laid their groaning, my ass bubbling with white goo and my face covered in globs of cum and spit. Jason walked over and stuck me with another .7 slam. The mens’ cocks grew hard watching my pimp drug me up. I had come down a little from my high before, but now I was wired all over again. My existence was nothing but a hole, a disposable dump n’ run. My purpose was to be bred by men, and if I let them, Jason would slam me. “Go on, boys; he’s all lubed up. Get your $10’s worth,” he said, grinning. I lifted my legs and tossed my head back. Continued in part 4

Part 2 Jason pulled his cock out of his mouth, then spat on my face. Globs of his warm spit covered my cheeks and nose; I was completely covered in saliva. He then took his cock and mixed our saliva on my face. I moaned in ecstasy. "Fucking slut," he said. He reached over to his desk, and pulled out two full, syringes. One was dark red. "You know what's in here?" he asked. I shook my head, still gasping and moaning for his cock. "This red one is yours and has my poz blood in it. One slam and you're guaranteed poz. It also has .6 g of Tina in it. You ready for this slam? Once the need pricks your arm, there's no going back." I hadn't known Jason was poz, and I didn't even care at this point. The idea of having his bug, that he was exerting this power over me and changing my life, that he didn't care about me and just wanted to drug me up and use me like a piece of trash... that was overwhelming. Without hesitation, I screamed, "YES! SLAM ME WITH THAT POZ BLOOD!" He tied a tourniquet around my arm and had me make a fist, then slid the needle in. I felt a little prick, and then a hot rush. He released the tourniquet, and my mind exploded. I coughed as my head buzzed and spun. I felt a loosnening and heating of my body. Jason then slammed himself and popped a viagara. I moaned and writhed on Jason's bed, pulling off my tank top and showing off my asshole to him. Jason grabbed my legs and teased my pussy with his hot breath. Then he leaned in and began slurping. I felt his 5' o clock shadow rubbing against my asscheeks like sandpaper. His cold tongue massaged my hole as I flew; I had transformed into a full-fledged poz tweaking slut, and I was having the ride of my life. I never imagined I'd be begging for cock with empty syringes around me and my face covered in spit. It was a dream come true. He pried my cunt open with his fingers and fucked me with his tongue. I moaned loudly, and my eyes rolled back into their sockets. I was so high I would've done anything for Jason's dick at that point. I wanted load after load in my hole. Jason spat on my ass and rubbed his spit into my hole as I groaned. "My cunt feels so wet," I groaned. "All the better for me to fuck it," he sneered. "Wanna get even higher?" "YES!" I screamed as he hungrily plunged back into licking my asshole. He pulled his face away, then threw me on my back. He repacked the pipe and handed it to me, then grabbed a bottle of car grease and lathered it over my hole. He took a funnel from his drawer and planted it in my ass. The thin funnel planted itself in my ass loosely. He stood up. I had already lit the bowl, and felt the sweet taste of chemicals rushing into my body. He aimed his dick at the funnel and began to piss. I felt the dark yellow liquid trickle into my ass and up my intestines. My stomach churned as his chem piss flooded my system. He pissed for what felt like eternity; my body was full of his juice. He then removed the funnel, and my ass began overflowing, so he planted a butt plug and allowed the piss to sit inside me. At that point, I must've been so high I was bordering on overdosing. It took only what felt like 5-10 minutes for the piss to suddenly get me higher than what I thought was humanly possible. I was flying to the point where I was practically screaming for more cock. In that moment, I achieved nirvana. I realized that my whole life has led up to this: This is my purpose in life. A boy's hole is to be used by men, and he is just a piece of trash to be fucked and fucked again. I didn't care about dying early; this was my mission and goal in life, and I didn't want to do anything else. I wanted to be a chem whore. "Put on your shirt and boots, we're taking a little trip," he told me. I was confused, but I did as commanded. I left his apartment shamelessly, with my cutoffs torn at my ass and a buttplug still crammed in. He threw a coat over me, and we walked downstairs to another apartment. There were four men in the apartment playing poker at a kitchen table with bags of crystal everywhere. My eyes glowed at the sight of the drugs, already hooked. Two of them were burly and hairy, although one was significantly shorter than the other. The last one was an older man, dressed in a business attire with peppery hair. Jason introduced me. The shorter one was Bruce, the big guy was Blake, and the older gentleman was John. "What's that?" Bruce asked. He walked up to me and slid the plug out of my ass. A flood of slampiss flushed out of my hole. He grinned. "Price of crystal's going up. This is our cash cow," Jason said proudly. "Pozzed and hooked on Tina already. I say we break him in." "It's 'it', not 'him'," John corrected. "He's property now." The room spun so much that I couldn't even stand up straight. I must've blacked out for a minute, but I phased back in moments later on a bed at the sight of Jason completely naked. He had a large biohazard tattoo on his chest. His giant, hard dick was brushing up against my asshole, which had been lubed with car grease and vaseline. He had one of the blunts I brought. "Light up, man. We're gonna be using this trash for a long time," Bruce chuckled. The rest of them were passing around a bong as they watched Jason's tip enter my hole. It was large, thicker than any dick I had ever taken. I moaned in ecstasy, having needed his toxic pole inside me for so long. "FUCK ME!" I screamed, and everyone in the room laughed. "Take it, whore," Jason murmured, as he plunged sharply into my ass. I could feel my insides being torn up, but the drugs took away all the pain and kept all the pleasure. It was unbelievable, and I needed him to fuck me harder and faster. "Yeah, fuck that garbage," Blake laughed as he spat on me. Jason smoked the blunt as he quickened his pace. He was fucking my as hard as he could, completely empowered and entranced by the pleasure of plowing up my partied up hole. "OH YEAH! OH-" "Shut the whore up," Blake ordered, and Bruce rammed his dick down my throat before I could finish. Bruce's dick was 6" and fat, a beautiful dick that was almost made for porn. Bruce and Jason fucked my brains out together. Jason pressed the blunt to my lips, and I inhaled without thinking. As my mind floated, I felt happy to finally serve my purpose. Continued in Part 3

Love getting in a sling, laying back at a sex club, and taking load after load feeling it run down my ass. WOOF

Love the double tilt sling, taking in the ass and the back dips lower too for throat fucks.

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.