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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.

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…

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

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?

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.

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.

My plan, no prep, no condom. Take every load I can get, just let nature take its course whats meant to be will be

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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

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

Part 1 I knew I was a sex addict when I was a teen. I needed cock and cum everywhere: in my ass, in my mouth, in my face. I liked daddies who would pull my hair, thrust their cocks down my throat, or fucked me mercilessly without respect. I was a shameless slut and considered whoring myself out, but I had bigger career aspirations for the future. Still, I always knew I had wanted to take it to the next level. One day, while I was cruising on A4A, a muscle daddy, 42 years old, 6'1", fit and tan, messaged me if I liked to parTy. His picture showed a rough, shaven face. I knew what parTying meant, and this was my chance to fulfill one of my darkest fantasies. I responded saying I would shower, clean-out, and be over in 40 minutes. I put on a tight black tank top, denim cutoffs, and boots and drove over to his place He opened the door almost immediately - I wasn't disappointed: ge was tall and muscular with pepper gray hair, was wearing a black tight half tank and ripped jeans. His feet were large and veiny, and showed off a flip flop tan. He gestured for me to enter, and led me to his room, introducing himself as Jason. On his table were bags of powder, dollar bills, a pizzo pipe, and some syringes. I brought a two blunts as well. "So you like to get fucked by older guys?" he asked as he sprinkled a couple crystals into the bowl of the pipe. "I like getting fucked by anyone," I purred, as he put the pipe to my lips and lit. He told me to wait until clouds of smoke began circling in the bowl, then to inhale slowly. I felt the chemicals rush into my lungs. It tasted good. "Yeah? You get around?" he grunted, taking a huge hit himself. Before I could respond, he grabbed my hair, pulled my face forward, and shotgunned the crystal into me. When my lips met his, I knew that there was no love-making or respect in this encounter; I was here to be used. He slurped at my lips and spat on me. "You slut," he whispered in my ear before putting the pipe to my mouth again. We took several more hits until we burnt through a whole gram between the two of us. "Show me your ass. Get on your back," he ordered. At this point, the drugs had hit me and my head was spinning. I felt relaxed. No, I felt filthy. I turned around and spread my legs, showing off my ass through my daisy dukes. "Mmm," he grunted. I looked back. His eyes twinkled with lust. He brushed his hands up and down my smooth legs, down to my feet, and pulled-off my boots. He massaged my legs and feet with one hand as he pulled out a credit card to draw lines of coke on a plate with his other, making six long lines. Then he rolled up a dollar bill and pulled me to the plate. "Take half of it," he said, pushing my head down to the plate. I put the dollar bill to the plate and cleanly snorted a line. "Another," he demanded. "Do it all at once." "Yes,sir," I said obediently, and I continued snorting. I felt the drip down my throat, and I instantly felt an astounding high. My ears were ringing, and I grew energetic and horny. I turned around again, and he ripped my cutoffs to show off my shaved asshole. "What a beautiful hole," he growled with thirst. "Look at that pussy." He ran a finger down my hole, which sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and felt my head spin; my whole body was hot, and I needed Jason's dick and cum as soon as possible. I needed him inside me, fucking me until I can't walk, impregnating me, breeding me. Jason pulled his dick out of his jeans, an impressive and thick 8" rod. He expertly made a line on his dick and handed me the rolled-up dollar. I leaned in and eagerly snorted the line from his dick. "Now let's see you put those party favors to good use," he said, prying my mouth open with his large mushroom head. I moaned ecstatically, having been waiting for this moment for so long. I opened my mouth eagerly and slurped on his head while licking his piss slit with my tongue. His already erect dick grew stiff as a rock in my mouth. I moved my mouth down, slurping his large shaft. He grabbed both sides of my head and thrust. His dick pierced my throat, and I let out of a muffled scream in protest. He ignored me and plowed into my throat again before I could prepare myself. I gagged and spluttered spit all over his dick and my face. It dripped down my chin as continued to fuck my throat. He then grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed leaving my head dangling over the foot of the bed. My head was in a warm haze from all the drugs. High as fuck, I opened my eyes wide and opened up my throat. My face was still covered in thick globs of saliva. He grinned sadistically as he snorted a line, then plunged his dick down my throat. I held onto his jeans as he fucked my throat until I could hardly feel my throat anymore. I gagged and spluttered, but my spit tricked down my hanging face, all over my eyes and nose. His dick tasted so good I didn't want him to stop. I loved his thick shaft around my lips as his head pierced my throat, and then tasting the precum on the head as he pulled out before thrusting again. To be continued in Part 2

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

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

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.

any tops hosting today in LA/Hollywood area? Eager to take a few loads Plus if you got buds to join

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

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

56 - i need help!

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

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

Can't wait for the next installment. Hot!

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.

i had sex with a guy who emailed me from my ad on craigslist today. he picked me up from school and took me back to my place where he fucked me really quick before my mom and brothers came home. he was really cute, hes a young dad, he has a wife and kid and i dont know, it made it even sexier to me. i still feel him inside me. its so sexy to me to be cooking dinner talking to my brothers like nothing happened and feeling wet still. im weird. lol

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Neil Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): (252) 294-2999 texts preferred A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Regularly going back and forth between Raleigh, NC 27603 and Wilson, NC 27893 Times you're generally not available: as of now i currently have an open schedule Age: 21 Height: 6'0 Weight: 160lbs Ethnicity: White mixed with Latin

So.. last Friday I was working... around 1 in the afternoon I got a text from a rined who asked me what I was doing... of course I told him I was working and asked what was up. He told me he was with a fuckbud and he wanted to tagteam his friend with me.. I prefer to bottom but every now and then I need a greedy ass to fuck... But unfortunately I was working and just texted a bit with my friend, asked pics of his buddy, asked if they played safe or bb (my friend told me they were playing safe... I knew he was lying but I was gonna play his game). I told my friend I could join them after work, not thinking they would seriously consider it, since it would take me 5 hours before I would finish work, go home shower and go to his buddy.. They told me to come. So... the last 4 hours at work took forever.. I was completely distracted by my raging hardon and needed to get home asap. When I was finally off work, my friend texted me the address. Het told me he hadnt cum yet, so I should come quick and watch my friend cum. ABout my friend.. we hooked up before, we done threesomes before, but most of the time wioth me as a bottom. he is the older 9inch black guy who fucked me with another black dude in my post '7 loads, 4 guys'. So, I went to this dude;s place.. My friend opened the door and told me to undres immediately. I entered the living room and saw this hot black guy with long dreads (I love dreads) face down, ass up on a mattress. The sight was HOT. my friend was getting sucked and I sat behind the dreadlockdude. Started rimming his hol... my tongue entered.. and of course I tasted cum... my friend was grinning when he saw my face... I dove into this guys ass.. and started rimming deep. It was fucking hot... after a while, mr dreadlock turned around and sucked my dick. My friend started fucking him.. it was hot to see that black dick fucking that black ass.. I could cum right then and there but wnted some fun. So mister dreadlock started to turn around every few minutes, so my friend and I were tagteaming him like crazy.. Still one of the hottest things to do as a top.. fuck a cumfilled bottom with a friend.. After tagteaming for half an hour (and me getting hornier and hornier) the bottom wanted to get a drink.. He left for the kitchen and I started sucking my friend.. Love to tasste all the assjuices and cum on his dick... THe bottom took to long to vcome back... I was horny.... so I sat on my friends dick... it was soo hot.. it slipped right in.. After a few minutes, the bottom came back and started watching... I needed to cum... so I jumped of my friend's dick, and fucked the bottom again... Even though I needed to bust my load, I still wanted to see my friend fuck mr dreadlock... While my friend was fucking... i crawled underneath them.. I was licking my friends dick while he was fucking.. I love doing that... So did my friend so after a few minutes of licking... het started screaming and came deep in dreadl;ock's ass... as soon as he took his dick out of the ass I took it in my mouth and got the last bits of cum.. that did it.... while still sucking I fucked mr dreadlocks and cam deep in his cumfilled ass... I really needed it... best part was that mr dreadlock looked so happy when I came in his ass... I didnt care if he came or not.... I was there for my pleasure... nnot for his We are gonna do this again real soon.. Mister dreadlocks only lives 5 minutes away by car... Will keep you posted!

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

Wednesday came and I remembered James said he would be working. I called to make sure he was there. He said he was working til 8 but if I came around 7 he would have a surprise for me. I couldn't imagine what it would be. I got fucking horny in anticipation. I had a little gstring pair of panties and thought it would be fun to walk around in them, the string rubbing my ass and my bulge filling out the pouch. I had been working out for almost a year and my body was toned as much as I could get it. I headed in to the theater and there was James. He looked even hotter than I had remembered, a dazzling smile lighting his face when he saw me. "Hey handsome, right on time." Yep, it was exactly seven o'clock. I pulled out my money but he told me to put it away. "Are you kidding? I put out the word you were coming tonight to my friends and they will cover you." "Really? How many guys did you call?" "I called four and told them they could bring someone too if they wanted. The word is out that a hottie will be taking loads in the theater." "What's the surprise?" "Oh, you'll see," he laughed. "I have a surprise too," I said. Yeah, what?" I unbuttoned my cargo shorts and opened the front, revealing my red panties. I rubbed the front, filling out the pouch nicely. I looked around the store and didn't see anyone so I dropped my shorts, showing James my bubble butt with the string riding down my ass crack. "Fucking hot, man. Give me your shorts and shirt." "I don't know about that. My car keys are in them." "They'll be safe with me. Come on, there are guys in the theater who will love seeing you strut around in that." I thought, why not, then stripped down to the gstring, passing my clothes to James. He put them under the counter and started rubbing his cock. I was getting hard, my boner poking the gstring material up. "Get in there before I bone you right here," he said. "Besides, your surprise is awaiting." I had to see what the surprise was! I headed in to the theater and when I opened the door there I was up on the screen, riding up and down on James' cock while he sat in the chair in the hallway of the arcade. The video they had shot of me when I had been there a few weeks earlier was the feature porn of the night. I wasn't sure of the legality but I had to admit it was really hot seeing a cock pound my cunt for everyone to see. I walked around the back row to let my eyes adjust and hands brushed my ass as I walked by. I strolled down the side aisle, fully lit by the movie screen, my bubble butt rising and falling with each step. I went to the very front of the theater and put my hands on the stage, bending over to expose my hole. I pulled the string aside and fingered myself. I needed some lube so I spit on to my finger, pushing my middle finger in a little more. I turned around and saw there were at least ten guys in the theater already, most with their dicks out and stroking. I rubbed the pouch of my gstring, then released my cock, stroking it as I surveyed the theater. I saw a couple of guys on the side aisle who looked like they might be fun so I headed over to them. They were sitting side by side, both cocks out, stroking each other. They were both in their late twenties, built well and had at least seven inches each. "You must be the guy James said was coming," said one of them. "You gonna get loaded up tonight?" "With any luck," I said. The guy on the aisle reached over and took my cock in his hand. Then he leaned over and licked the tip. "Nice precum. Very sweet." Then he started sucking my erection, bobbing up and down on it, taking it to the back of his throat. The other guy got up and began to massage my chest, playing with my nipples. He reached down with one hand and rubbed my hole with his finger. "Not wet enough," he said, then dropped to his knees behind me and began to lick my butt cheeks, then pulling the string aside and sliding his tongue in to my hole. He proceeded to fuck my pussy with his tongue. I was in heaven as one guy worked my front and another worked my back. Guys started gathering around us, some sitting in seats in front and in back of us, some joining in right there in the aisle. One guy said, "Holy fuck, you're the guy in the movie!" I just moaned as hands were all over me. Then the guy who was rimming me pulled the gstring off of me and tossed it in the air. "A souvenir for one of you lucky stiffs." "Fuck, James was right, this guy will do anything!" said another. I gathered that these were all his friends. The guy who had been rimming me got up behind me and I felt his boner on my ass crack. He tried to push in but I was too tight. He dropped another load of spit on his cockhead and pushed in a little. "You're going to take this cock, bitch." More spit and more pushing. Someone passed me some poppers. I took a hit and relaxed my hole. Soon I felt the cock pop past my sphincter. "That's it. Open me up," I cried. "Get me ready for more cock." He began pumping in to me, his spit working with his precum to act as lube. I knew I was going to get many loads tonight but this was the first and I wanted to enjoy it. I lifted my leg on to the armrest in front of me so everyone could get a good look of his cock as he fucked me. The guy who had been sucking me got up and slapped my ass. "I want a turn now." "Fuck, let him cum in me first," I said. "I want cum." "I'll give you cum," said another guy and stroked a huge load on the to small of my back, dripping down my ass crack on to the cock fucking my hole. "There," said the guy who had been sucking me. "You have cum in your hole. Now I want my turn." His buddy pulled out of me and he came up behind me, bending me over the armrest, my ass sticking out in the aisle. He closed my legs then pushed his cock all the way in with one stroke. "That's it bitch. Keep those legs closed so you feel like a real pussy." He began to pump my ass and more guys were around us. Faster he went then he pulled out and shot a big load of cum on my butt. The heat of his load felt great. He rubbed it on my ass, then fingered it in to my hole. "Thanks, buddy. Now you can take someone else." Another guy pulled me up from the armrest and made me get on my knees. He came up behind me and began to fuck me doggy. He didn't last long but did leave a nice deposit deep inside me. Two more guys took turns on me doggy, tag teaming me. One then the other would fuck my cunt. I was getting pretty loose. Then I heard a familiar voice. "I brought him guys. My turn." I looked up and there was James, completely naked, his eight inch rod at attention. He reached his hand out and he pulled me up off the floor. "Come on, let's go up front." He took me to the front of the theater and had me lay on the edge of the stage. He lifted my legs up and pushed his huge dick in to me. My legs were over his shoulders as he piston fucked me right there. I leaned my head back and could see myself getting my ass filled on the screen. "I fucking love your pussy," he said. He pumped harder and I could tell he was getting close. "Load me up James. Breed my hole. I want you so bad." "Aaaaahhhhhh," he cried and pushed all the way in, holding his cock deep inside me as he throbbed against my hole. I reached down and felt his cum leaking around his cock, oozing slightly out of my hole. He pulled out with a little pop and kept my legs spread with his hands. "Nice cunt,"he said. "Look at my cum dripping from his hole, guys." Then he flipped me over and told another guy he could have me. The guy got behind me and began lapping James' cum from my hole, digging deep with his tongue to get every drop. He got up and guys started taking turns on me. One after another, dick after dick fuck my hole, dropping load after load. I had no way of knowing how many loads were inside me, how many were on my butt and hole. A few guys got on the stage and came on my face, a few feeding me their cum, making me eat it. I was a total whore and James just kept guiding more guys in to me telling them I was the same guy that was getting fucked on the screen. I guess it made them think they were breeding a porn star, but actually I was just doing it because it felt so fucking good. All of a sudden the lights went on in the theater. I was laying on the stage covered in cum. I looked up and James was just smiling. "Looks like you closed the place down." "But I want more," I said. "Tell you what, my buddies want to make another movie. I'll let them fuck you but then we have to go. Come out here." He pulled me off the stage and we walked naked to the main store. It was now just James and three of his buddies left. He had me go over to the gay video section and his friend gathered around me. I sucked one, then the other, tasting my ass on their cocks. They had all fucked me at least once already. James had his camera out and was shooting the action. He directed the guys as to what he wanted. He had one of them get on the floor. "Now sit on his cock." I did as he told me and leaned forward when he told me. One of his friends got in front of me, dropping his cock in to the mouth of the guy fucking me. "Now eat him," said James. I began to rim the guy in front of me, licking his musky hole, pushing my tongue deep. He moaned with pleasure. Then I felt the third guy behind me. "Yes," said James. "He's open enough for two. Push it in." Then I felt another cock invade my hole, James getting it all on video. I was getting dp'd on the floor of an adult bookstore while rimming another guy. I was in heaven. "Come on, pump him guys. Work those cocks in to him. I want to see cum all over his hole. Two loads. Come on guys." They began pumping together, wrecking my hole for any further use that night. The guy I had been rimming turned around and made me suck him. He pulled out of my mouth and stroked his dick. Cum covered my tongue. "Show it to me baby," said James. I opened my mouth and stuck out my cum covered tongue, then pulled it back in and drank every drop. The tops were now pumping faster and James told them it was time for them to cum. The guy on top pulled out and stroked a huge load on to my hole while the other guy fucked me. "Turn over baby," said James. I did as he told me and rode the cock in my hole, stroking my own cock as I milked the cum out of the top beneath me, looking in to the camera the whole time. James trained the camera on my hole getting pounded as the guy shot his load deep in my gut. Then he stroked his own cock next to mine. We both stroked and soon there was cum exploding from his piss slit, covering my cock, making exquisite lube. I was soon cumming, shooting a huge stream of cum up my stomach and chest. "Fuck, dude. That was intense," said the guy who I was still sitting on. I laughed as James pulled me up off the floor. "I hope I didn't disappoint you guys." James tossed me my shirt. "Wipe yourself off with this, cum slut." I wiped the cum from my face and torso but left it on my butt and hole. I planned on feeling it as long as possible. I slipped a finger in to my hole and brought it to my nose. "Ah, I love the smell of cum."

Went to a small party last night with 7 other guys there.. all fairly well endowed but one guy had a big thick piece of meat that I wanted in my mouth badly. He was laying on his back so i crawled over on all 4's and started sucking, his dick got real hard and he was moaning. Of course my ass was now in the air and the guy I was sucking said i think your about to get fucked, i said I like getting fucked and just kept sucking and enjoying his cock and then I felt a cock slide in my hole, it felt so good.. I started sucking a little harder and I could help but moan. My hole was wide open now and I was getting pounded until I heard the guy fucking me say he was so close. I stopped long enough to say, Please cum in my hole!, and then continued to slurp and deepthroat the big dick. I could feel his dick pulse as he came, I love that... He pulled out and I felt another cock slide in my hole, I was having the best time. I was spit roasted until 6 guys used my hole and dumped a load.... Today, heading to the bathhouse for more.

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

PART 6 – DEEP-DICKING THE BITCH Dalton didn’t return to work. He marched right past the lawnmower and went back inside his house. Meanwhile, Brian and I texted Jesse—Dalton’s friend from high school—and told him to get his sweet ass over to our place, making sure he parked a few blocks away and entered discreetly through our back gate. About 20 minutes later, we heard a car pull up in Dalton’s driveway. It was the girl he was dating—I frankly couldn’t remember her name, nor did I fucking care. For the purposes of this story, I’m just going to refer to her as the Dickless Wonder, or maybe just Dickless. She wasn’t trying to be a cockblocker, but she was blocking my cock all the same. She needed to go. After she entered Dalton’s house, the two of them made their way to the pool out back. Brian and I were already sitting in our usual spot for spying on the neighbors’ backyard, and we heard a lot of giggling and whispering, with the girlfriend asking all sorts of questions about just how private this little pool was, and Dalton assuring her that it’s really fucking private, OK? Jeez, let’s just fuck already. But I guess she wasn’t listening, because she just kept asking the same goddamn questions. And finally—thankfully—he ended the conversation by shoving her down to her knees and pulling his cock out of his shorts. By this point, Brian already had me pinned against the fence, his fat raw cock shoved deep in my guts. But here’s the thing: while we knew Dalton had a nice piece of meat between his legs, we really weren’t prepared for the sheer impressiveness of that boy’s dick. So when his monster flopped out of his shorts, I actually gasped. Brian gasped, too. And then Brian shuddered, signaling the deposit of a thick load of sperm deep in my guts. I leaned back and kissed my man deeply. Then he pointed toward our neighbors’ backyard, and I turned to see what I’d missed: Dalton had already stripped the Dickless Wonder naked, positioning her for a doggy-style fuck on one of the poolside lounge chairs. “Spread your cunt,” he said in a low, cold voice. She dutifully reached back to open up her pussy with her fingers, but Dalton didn’t seem to pay much attention to her efforts. Instead, he was busy rubbing his cockhead against her asshole. Sensing where he was going, she gave out a sharp little whine. “Honey, no,” she said, trying to get back on her feet so she could negotiate. “You know I don’t like that.” Dalton didn’t reply. He just pushed her tailbone down, forcing an arch in her back, and brutally shoved his giant dick deep in his girlfriend’s ass. She yelped and told him to stop, trying to squirm away from being buttfucked against her will, but it was no use. He just closed his eyes, pressing down on that bitch’s back and crushing her perky little tits against the lounge upholstery, his hand clamped tight over her mouth to stifle her screams and sobs. After a few minutes of thrusting, he repositioned himself by bringing his feet up onto the lounge, squatting directly over her wrecked asshole and letting his full weight deliver a merciless deep-dicking while the poor bitch’s entire body heaved and convulsed in obvious pain. “Please cum or please stop,” she managed to squeak out between thrusts. “I can’t take this. Baby, please stop.” “You know how to make me cum,” he replied. She was silent. “C’mon bitch,” he said, his voice reduced to a cruel, guttural growl. “If you want this to stop, you know what to do.” She seemed frozen. Then he slapped her hard across the ass, sending her into action. Contorting her body to get maximum reach with one of her arms, Dalton’s girlfriend stretched her hand as far back as she could make it go, past her stretched-out hole, placing two of her fingers against Dalton’s twitching ass—her nails brushing up against that beautiful boyhole covered in a light dusting of late-adolescent fur, every one of his hairs illuminated by the late-afternoon sun. Then she hesitated. “Do it all,” he said, “Do it all, and do it now. If you don’t do it now, I’ll never fucking cream your tight little butt. Which means I’ll just keep going at it. Which means you’ll never get a break from my cock destroying your ass.” Hearing that, she stretched her arm further, slipping two knuckles of each finger into Dalton’s butt. He moaned. “Deeper,” he grunted. She managed to get another knuckle in. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his increasingly shallow breath, his entire body now making the switch into primal breeding mode. His pounding grew more intense. That went on for at least 5 minutes, until he finally reached back and shoved two of his own fingers up his butt. Only then, with four fingers stretching his own ass, did he finally launch into a full-body thrashing assault on his bitch’s hole, unleashing a torrent of seed in her guts. Brian and I watched this entire display silently, unbelievingly. Afterward, I turned to my man and grinned stupidly, shaking my head. He did the same. “Un-fucking-believable,” he said. All I could do was laugh in response. We turned our attention back to Dalton, who was now giving his girlfriend the silent treatment. Clearly he’d gotten what he needed, and he just wanted her to get the fuck out. We heard snatches of an argument from inside the house, followed by the Dickless Wonder walking angrily to her car, stifling tears, then driving off as her tires screeched against the asphalt. * * * Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see Jesse in nothing but a jockstrap, his face covered in a giant grin. “I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” he said, “But I think I heard half of it from a block away. So tell me: there’s been a rumor around school that he likes fingers in his butt. Is that true?” “Oh, it’s true alright,” Brian replied. “You wouldn’t believe how true. But listen, pig: see that water bong over there? Instead of worrying about your buddy Dalton, you need to be sucking on that glass pipe like the greedy little methwhore you are. Then I want you to blow some nice thick clouds of white smoke on my dick, OK bro?” Jesse grinned and ran over to grab the pipe. Meanwhile, I kept my eye out for Dalton, hoping that he would return to the pool. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later—while Jesse was silently gorging on my husband’s dripping cock between hits on the bong—Dalton reappeared in his backyard, this time wearing his Speedo. Just as I’d hoped: it was time for his evening swim. He dove into the water and began noisily splashing his way across the length of the pool. That was Jesse’s cue to stop worrying about staying quiet—he was now squatting over Brian’s cock, impaling himself on raw dick. I gave Jesse the thumbs-up signal, which meant he could start letting his ass slap noisily against Brian’s body, and he could start letting loose with the occasional moan. For those first few minutes, Dalton didn’t appear to hear any of the action unfolding in our backyard. But then Brian’s cock suddenly shoved past Jesse’s second sphincter, eliciting a sharp yelp followed by a gruff “Fuck yeah” from our partied-up jockboy. That’s when the splashing stopped. Dalton went quiet. I looked through our little peephole to see him treading water for a few moments, craning his neck in our direction to confirm that he heard what he thought he’d heard. As the water grew calm around him, he almost seemed to suspend his breathing. Somehow even the crickets seemed to go silent. And just like that, the only noise penetrating the evening air was the steady slap-slap-slap of Jesse riding Brian’s dick. Dalton silently propelled himself to the edge of the pool, doing his best to lift himself onto the asphalt without making any noise. Standing up now, he craned his neck toward us again. There was no way he couldn’t hear it now: Slap-slap-slap. Grunt. Slap-slap-slap. Fuck yeah. Without hesitation, Dalton walked right up to my peephole. He placed his eye against it—clearly he’d spied on us before. Except this time, instead of seeing our backyard, all he saw was my eye looking back. “Hey, Dalton,” I said. He didn’t respond at first. He just stared. Then after a few moments’ pause, he simply answered: “Hey.” “We’re hanging out with a buddy here,” I said. “If you wanna join, you’re more than welcome.” Again, no answer. Then his eye disappeared, and for a moment I thought I’d lost him. But I didn’t see him, either—it was like he’d just stepped aside to gather his thoughts. Then after a long silence, he answered in a near-whisper: “OK,” he said. Another pause. At last, his eye reentered my line of sight. “OK,” he repeated. “I’ll be right over.” I turned back to Brian and Jesse, who’d paused their fucking to listen to the exchange. Jesse had the most triumphant smile I think I’ve ever seen on anybody, plus he had a giant mess of cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock was still oozing seed as Brian’s dick twitched steadily, rhythmically, deep in that sweet boyhole. “OK, you twisted motherfuckers,” I said with an evil grin, “Our wait is over. It’s time to fuckin’ own this boy.”

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.

4. Clint Once more, I woke up with the rising sun. My jet lag had barely gone away. It was not just my sleep cycle that was messed up, but my mind was also foggy. I could barely remember the night before, except I had the unusual combination of utter happiness and complete anxiety. I rolled over and the memories came crashing back. I wasn't alone in bed; my roommate, Greg, was sleeping soundly next to me. He had a peaceful smile on his totally naked, wickedly hot body. The afternoon before, Greg and I had shared a joint and drank some beer. Then I had kissed him. Or maybe he had kissed me. I couldn't remember. It probably didn't matter. That, in turn, led to us to undressing each other on the sofa. And once naked, his hard cock had penetrated my virgin ass. It had culminated in a powerful explosion that pumped my ass full of his hot cum. Then, Greg sucked me off, and soon another joint appeared. Then, it was another beer and a trip to the cafeteria. That evening, the orientation events seemed to go on forever and I couldn't wait to get back to the room. Before the door had even shut completely, we had started undressing each other. It was my turn to fill him up, my cock throbbing and pulsing in his hot hole. Then we fell asleep and I was cradled in his arms. "Morning, sexy," he said, stretching his arms, and pulling me close to him. We kissed. "Although not that breath," he said, but he didn't push me away. "What time is it?" "5:45," I said. "Fuck. I thought it was at least ten." "Sorry. Jet lag," I explained. "Actually, I managed to sleep in today." "You're crazy. Brush your teeth, and get back in bed with me." I went into the bathroom, and started to brush my teeth. As the sleep cleared from my mind, I remembered other crucial and particular details. I had a load of Greg's cum deep in my ass. But, Greg was also carrying one of my loads in his ass. We hadn't used any protection; at the time, it seemed so unimportant. I remembered the reason for my vague sense of anxiety. Greg had told me he didn't know his HIV status. More than that, he had spent the past week having unprotected sex with his Uncle and his Uncle's husband. Both of them were HIV+, and he had taken their loads. Still brushing my teeth, I stepped back into the bedroom. It was hard to tell if it was my bedroom, Greg's bedroom, or our bed. Greg had rolled over, his legs slight spread and guiding my eyes up to his firm, beautiful ass. He hadn't made up his bed yet so we had ended up in this bed last night. He was naked and sleeping peacefully, but all I could think of was having sex with him again. My mind raced between the delightful options of jumping on top of him and forcing my cock back into that small patch of heaven, or rolling him over, and sitting on his giant dick. Neither option included me worrying about his HIV status, or fumbling with a condom. Remembering the closeness and spontaneity of the night before, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted something to come between us, least of all a thick rubber sheath designed to keep us apart. I went back to the bathroom, spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed my mouth out. I returned to bed; even though it had been less than twenty-four hours, I found myself starting to think of it as our bed, rather than just my bed. "Welcome back," Greg said, once more gathering me up into his arms, and nuzzling me on the back of my neck. "Now sleep." Sleep wouldn't come as easily for me as it did for him, despite the comfort of his strong arms. I lay there, wondering how I had fallen into this so quickly, and, just as critically, where it was going to go. Eventually, I was able to fall back asleep. Greg's warm body against me and his steady breath lulled me, and finally, I was able to get a few more hours of fitful sleep. I was in the middle of a pleasant dream when I was awoken by Greg slowly stroking my erection. He was caressing the soft skin sliding over my hardness urging me on. "Morning, sexy," he said, as I opened my eyes. "Morning," I said. "What time is it now?" The sun was higher in the sky than when I had woken up earlier in the morning. "Time for you to stick this in me?" he asked. He had tossed the sheets aside and my stiff dick was sticking straight up in the air. "Or am I going to have to sit on it?" He kissed me, and I could tell he had gotten up at some point, at least long enough to brush his teeth as well. "Or maybe something to get you in the mood first?" he continued, producing a joint. "Maybe," I said. "Come on," he said. "Waking and baking is how I spent my entire summer. It's only going to be better with you." Before I said anything, he lit the joint and stuck it in my mouth. I inhaled deeply of the sweet smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I was feeling good from a full night's sleep and I was looking forward to the effects of the weed. I did another hit, before passing the joint back to Greg. Greg did two long hits, one hand on the joint, and one hand still exploring my body. I was not the only one with an erection; his was thick and hard, emerging from his dark bush. He handed the joint to me. "Don't think you're going to get out of your obligations," he said, his hand finding my cock once more. "I need that to fuck me this morning." "Well, I guess if you insist, I guess can do that," I said, feigning disinterest. Even though I had cum twice the day before, the mere presence of Greg: his warmth, his touch, and his smell had me aroused and more than ready to go. As the pot hit me, it only made me more aroused. I handed the joint back to Greg. He did his hits, and then passed it back. "How do you want me?" he asked, rolling over on his stomach, and spreading his leg. For the first time, I saw the tattoo on his right ass. After doing a hit, I placed the joint on the bed table and bent over to examine it more closely. "You like it?" he asked me. It was two small male symbols intertwined. It was perfect on his young ass and as trite as it sounded, made him look cool. But at the same time, staring at made my stomach tighten up. He knew what he was and had not just accepted it, but also was proud of it. I wondered how many other men had spent their mornings with him, naked in bed. Would I be just another conquest? And, in comparison, how did I look. There had been only two men in my entire life, both in the past thirty-six hours. "It's beautiful," I finally said. "Good. It's going to look even better when you're fucking it. Now, stop staring, and start fucking me." He spread his legs even further, giving me a glimpse of his hairy hole, so eager for my cock. "Lube?" he asked. Before I could reply, he produced a small blue bottle, and poured the liquid on my cock. He rubbed it, the slick fluid coating my shaft and his hands teased me, edging me closer to the eventual, needed release. I wrestled Greg onto his back, his legs up in the air. I was completely aware of how inexperienced I was, compared what I had gleaned about Greg from the hints he had already dropped, not to mention the obvious tattoo. I did what felt natural, and I seemed to not get any complaints from him. "Just a second," he said, as he stuck first one finger, then another into his hole. "Gotta get opened up a bit first." "That's right," I said. "You've done this before." "Yeah," Greg said. "I have." He smiled at me, his legs spread, two fingers in his hole. "Which means you need to catch up." He pulled his fingers out; they were glossy from the lube. I put my cockhead against his hole. "Put it in me," Greg said. Like the night before, we didn't think about condoms. A rubber sheath protecting me from Greg would only just barely protect me from an uncertain risk. But it would totally isolate me and cut me off from being able to fully experience our sexual explorations. Greg was the one that I truly wanted, and I couldn't bear to make that bonding any more difficult than it already was. Just as my cock slid into his tight hole, he held a small brown bottle under his nose and inhaled deeply. "Want a hit?" he asked me, after holding his breath for a few seconds. "What is it?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't appear too naive. "Poppers," he said. "I keep on forgetting how innocent you are." "Well, you are doing your best to corrupt me. What do they do?" I asked. "They give you a short, intense rush. Just hold it under your nose and inhale a bit," Greg replied. "Not too long, at least for the first time." I took the bottle from him, and followed his instructions. The smell was soft yet chemical, although I didn't feel any different at all. Greg took the bottle back and screwed the top on. Suddenly, warmth filled my body, and all of my senses were heightened together with the pounding of my heart. The formerly steady pace of my cock in and out of Greg's hole now turned into a religious act, each millimeter of movement a benediction of pleasure. Involuntarily, I grabbed my young man's head, and we started to kiss, deeply, lovingly, and intensely. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my hips now bucking uncontrollably in and out of his hole. "Fuck me, Clint," he whispered into my ear. "Fucking pound my hole. Fill me with your cock and drain your seed into me." I thought I was going to cum at any moment as the intensity of the feelings ran from my cock to my balls to my brain. But, shortly later, as I could barely stand it, the sensations passed. It still felt amazing to be inside of Greg, but there wasn't the same intensity. "Pretty incredible, isn't it?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, it was," I said. The surge of emotions and sensations were the poppers that Greg had given me, not to mention the weed we had smoked. It had felt great, but it wasn't something I wanted to do constantly. To be balanced, to be complete, the enhanced, popper-fueled fucking also needed plain old fucking in order to maintain the contrast and passion that the drugs forced on me. "But this is pretty damn nice as well," I said, my cock still sliding in and out of Greg's hole. "I know," Greg said. "This is the best way to wake up." My cock had never felt this hard before, so alive and so masculine, as when it was inside of my hot freshman roommate. It was like a pornographic story, getting to fuck my freshman roommate, the morning after move-in. Plus, there was the certain promise of many more mornings and afternoons and evenings just like this. We would explore each other's bodies and learn how we could find pleasure in them. "Me too," I said, in between our constant kisses. It seemed so normal to me, so natural, to be naked next to a man, to be kissing him, and to have my cock buried inside of him. I had read countless screeds about how it was unnatural, but it had been all so easy, all so natural, to fall into it. In high school, I had attempted to go on dates with girls, but it had always felt forced. With Greg, it was like running down a hill. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "I know. I can feel your cock dripping pre-cum. Shoot your load deep in me. I need to have more of your fluids inside me." Despite the steady, hard pounding of my cock deep into his ass, Greg kept on smiling. Last night, when he had fucked me, it had hurt but it had also felt good. As my cock penetrated into him he was feeling the same thing. "I really like being this close to you. You inside me. You cumming in me." "Me too," I said. Even when I had just been jerking off, I dripped pre-cum. Now, when I was actually fucking a guy, there was a steady stream leaking from my cock and into Greg. It made each stroke easier and smoother than the one before, and each stroke only brought me closer to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I said. They were the last words I could say before my orgasm took over my body and mind. Greg wrapped a leg around my waist and an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. His new position also forced my cock deeper into him and my balls bounced against his ass. "Don't hold back," he said. "I can take it." That was all I needed to hear; I stopped trying to hold back and let my cock explode. "I want to take it." "Uggh," I grunted and my dick swelled before spitting a thick load of cum into Greg's ass. "Fuck," I said, as another jet landed inside of him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued, each word marking another jet of my jizz entering my roommate's ass. "Give it to me," he said. "Drain your balls in my hole." I had a few more spurts in me before my balls went dry and my energy was exhausted. "Nice job, man." Greg grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "This is how I want to wake up every day," he said. It took me longer to get my thoughts together. The force of my orgasm had destroyed any ability to think about anything more complex than pure animal pleasure. The poppers hadn't helped me either; they only emphasized the primal nature of our lust. "Me too," I finally gasped. My cock, still buried deep in Greg's hole, was now wickedly sensitive. Greg knew that and was gently squeezing his butt, taunting and teasing me in his effort to get every last drop of my sperm out of my balls and into his body. We lay there and kissed for a few minutes, before my cock finally softened enough to fall out of his hole. "Want to get a shower before breakfast?" Greg asked me. "Sure," I answered. Although we were both in agreement about the next step, the reality of getting up from the bed was a lot harder. Each time we started to make a move, one or the other of us would find something new to play with: a part of the other's body we hadn't yet kissed and hadn't yet explored. "Want some?" Greg asked, offering me the rest of the morning's joint, just after we had finished a round of making out. "Sure," I said. Greg lit the joint, and inhaled deeply. I was about to take it from him when he stopped me. "Wait," he said. "Exhale for me." I emptied my lungs, and he pressed his lips against mine. He blew out his cloud, into my lungs, more than filling them. "I love that," he said. After fifteen minutes of making out, shotgunning, and exploring each other, I had managed only to get out of bed, only to find myself kneeling in front of Greg. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his cock was right in front of me, hard, huge and erect. It seemed to be begging for my attention. "God, you're big," I said, wondering how I could ever get all of that beautiful shaft into my mouth. "You're pretty good sized yourself," he said. I looked down. My cock was still in recovery mode. Even accounting for that, it seemed so much smaller than Greg's tool. Like all guys, I had measured it many times, hoping the result would be something big and impressive and something I could brag about. But, each time, it was the exact same number: seven and a quarter inches. "How big are you?" I asked. I licked the tip of Greg's shaft, my tongue running over the unique combination of soft, sensitive skin stretched over the steel-hard core. There was a drop at the tip, salty and subtle, tasting of Greg's own flavor. "Eight inches," he said. "You?" "Only seven," I said. "And a bit." "That's still plenty big enough," he said. "Trust me. It felt awesome fucking me." He put a hand on the back of my head and gently pressed down. He forced me to take more of his cock in my mouth, so I opened wide and tried my best to fit his shaft into my mouth. It was only the second time in my life sucking on another man's cock. There had been the guy in the gym the other morning and now Greg. I wondered how many times Greg had sucked a guy off. What had he done after school and over the summer? How much more experience had he had compared to me, and was there any way I could hope to measure up. I realized that each time I had sucked cock, I had ended up kneeling in front of them, their erect shafts filling my vision, filling my mouth, filling my world. I knew viscerally why "cocksucker" was an epithet and why it was a put-down. There was nothing else I could do other than to genuflect in front of the source of the men's masculinity and power over me. I even wanted to do it, to truly become nothing more than a cocksucker. But both times it didn't feel like I was debasing myself or that I was less of a man, when I took Greg's dick into my mouth, when I swallowed Eli's shaft. I wanted those dicks more than anything else and to know I was giving them pleasure. That I was able to share in their pleasure was just a bonus. "And damn, that feels good," he moaned, leaning back slightly. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was smiling and his eyes were heavy, almost closed. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up. You want my load?" I nodded. I hadn't even thought about pulling off and not taking Greg's jizz. It seemed disrespectful to Greg to not let him cum in my mouth. I would be telling him that he was dirty and unclean. His load would be my reward. It would be his way of showing me how much he had enjoyed my oral service. It was my prize for being a good cocksucker. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Take my load, you cocksucker." He pulled his cock out and ran it over my thin beard. The beard quickly got wet from my spit and his pre-cum. "You fucking hot man, teasing me, getting me so damn hard, so damn close." I let him rub his cock over my face until he had gotten his fill. He slid it back into my open, waiting mouth. He pushed it all the way in, until it was hitting the back of my mouth. I needed to take more of it. I needed to take him all the way to the base. I needed to feel his balls rest against my chin. "Just start to swallow, but hold it," Greg said. He had picked up on just how much of a novice I was. He was giving me instructions on how to give a better blowjob. As he spoke to me, giving me confident, quiet instructions, he grabbed the brown bottle again, and held it under my nose. "This will help you. A lot," he said. I inhaled deeply from the poppers and remembered the warm, exciting rush I had gotten from them earlier. He pulled me off his cock for a moment while he did a hit from the bottle as well. When my heart started to pound, I took his cock again and swallowed. My throat opened up, and it was instantly obvious how to take his shaft. I went all the way down on his cock and it even entered my throat. It felt even bigger than it looked, filling me up, and nearly choking me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "That feels awesome, man." Even though his shaft was more than I imagined I could manage, I kept his cock in my throat. I had to fight back the urge to gag; it was my body's involuntary reaction to the invasion. But, although my body had one reaction, I was far from wanting him out of my throat. In fact, I wanted him in me as deep as possible. Not only did I want him deep, I wanted him to stay there and to do this as often as possible. He felt the way I was gagging and pulled his shaft out. "It's alright," he said. "It takes some practice, especially with my cock." He ran his hand over my head, ending up holding my cheek. I looked up, and he was smiling at me. "You look so beautiful, Clint, down on my cock. It took the other boys weeks to learn how to do it. And they had sucked dick before." He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I want to give you my load." I nodded. I loved giving him head. I loved hearing him tell me how good I was at it. Even if he was just saying it to re-assure me after gagging on his cock, it made me feel like less of a naive boy, and more of his sexual equal. "You want my load?" Once more, I nodded. Unlike Greg, in my whole life, I had been with only one other man. I had only had one chance to taste one other man's sperm. Even that had been just the previous morning: Eli in the steam room. I needed to know what Greg's tasted like. "Good," he said. "I'm getting fucking close." He took the bottle of poppers, and did a hit. "I don't want to ever have to pull out when I am inside you." He then held the bottle under my nose, letting me inhale the drugs. It wasn't long before the poppers hit both of us. I had to have all of Greg's cock in my mouth and let him enter my throat. I wanted not just to taste his sperm but I wanted to swallow it as well. I wanted to make him part of myself. Greg was getting close, as his breathing was now labored and his cock was harder and thicker with each stroke in and out of my mouth. In addition, he was dripping pre-cum in a steady stream. I was swallowing every drop of it. "Oh fuck," he said, "I'm cumming." His cock stiffened and spurted, emitting a thick jet of his cum right against the back of my throat. Without even thinking I swallowed and kept on sucking his cock. The next spurt landed on my tongue, I could taste the sweet saltiness of his semen. It was hard for me to compare him to Eli; although the two flavors were definitely both male, they were as different as the big, muscular black man and the lithe, young college boy was. I wanted more of both. "Oh fuck, cocksucker," he moaned. "Swallow my cum." His hand was at the back of my head and he held me in place. Even if I had any desire, with his hand on my head, there was no way I could have pulled off of him to avoid taking his load. "Damn hot," he said. I could tilt my head up just enough to see him staring at me and watching how his hard cock disappeared into my mouth. I wondered what this scene would look like to an observer: I was on my knees with my lips stretched around this handsome young man's hard cock. He was bucking wildly and obviously shooting his load into my mouth. This scene was just what I wanted and what I secretly dreamt of for years. Even though I had just shot my own load, my cock was getting hard once again, from the pure primal pleasure of sucking another man's cock and swallowing his hot load. Greg's thrusts slowly subsided, and my mouth was no longer filling up with sperm. But neither of us made any move; I was still milking out the last drops of sperm and Greg was enjoying my attention. "Damn, that felt amazing," Greg said. He sat up on the edge of the bed, carefully not letting his cock fall out of my mouth. Only then did he pull me up to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and sought out the last remnants of his load. He found those few tiny drops that I hadn't yet swallowed. "You've done that before?" he asked. "Only a few times," I said, sheepishly. "I'm pretty new at all of this. Once, actually." "Fuck, how did you know to do that?" "I guess I just did what I wanted you to do to me." "God. Don't know if it was you or what, but that was the best blow job I've ever gotten." We continued to kiss, as both of our cocks softened and our morning horniness finally dissipated. "Shower?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. He stood up from the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I adjusted the water while Greg tried to find two towels for us. He had planned to unpack yesterday afternoon, but instead, we had ended up fucking the entire afternoon. Now those choices were coming back to annoy us. "Just use mine," I said, pointing him to where I had stacked the two lone towels I had brought. "Ok," he said. He got into the shower while I held the curtain open for him. I followed him in. He pulled me close and kept both of us under the warm water. As we embraced, he rubbed his cheek against my beard. "I keep on expecting it to be rougher than it is. It's so soft," he said, before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and his body pressed up against mine. Even though I had spent the previous afternoon and all night with Greg, his body was still the source of constant discoveries. This time, it was the thick hair on his legs; it had been matted down by the water even as though his smooth chest seemed almost dry. "You feel good," I said, fully aware of how trite it sounded. "You too." We kissed before he continued. "It seems strange that we've only known each other for less than a day. It feels like a lot longer." I had been having the same feelings; Greg was quickly turning into more than just a roommate. Possibly even more than just a friend or fuckbuddy. "A lot longer," he said. "I know," I said. I didn't want to jinx what we had started by saying anything else yet. Instead, I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all over Greg's body. I soaped up his torso and then turned him around to do his back. He started to press his ass up against my groin, but he was suddenly started coughing. It took him a minute or two to recover from the coughing fit. "I think I got a cold from the drive out here. Or something," he said. "I wondered about that," I said. He had woken up a few times the past night due to sneezing and coughing. But, each time, it had quickly subsided. "Yeah, sucks. And now, I've got a bit of a sore throat as well." "Well, I can always give you something to help soothe it," I said, rubbing my cock up against his soap-covered slippery body. "Hard to tell if that would make it better or worse," he said. "My turn," he said. He took the soap from me and turned me around. He lathered up my back, before moving down and spreading my ass open. He carefully cleaned out my crack allowing a stray finger to run slow circles around my hole and gently press and probe my hole. I moaned in pleasure; I wanted him back inside me. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I said. "But I need some food. There's plenty of time later for all that." "Promise?" Greg asked me. He pushed me under the water to rinse off. "Promise," I said. "I'll never get tired of you fucking me." It had been hard enough to tell him to stop playing with my hole. To tell him that he'd never get another opportunity to slide his beautiful dick into me was far more than I could do that morning. I pulled him under the water, and as we kissed we also rinsed off the last of the soap. "Now. Food. I've got soccer practice this afternoon. Afterward that?" "Don't shower," he said. "I want you hot and sweaty when I fuck you." "I can do that," I said, turning off the water. Greg handed me a towel. We dried off, got dressed, and headed out for breakfast.

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.

Dad and Dave ask for Tom’s assistance. Tom was not the only boy on our radar for the new school year, but once we had met and we learned the truth of his parentage, it did change the idea of what our relationship was going to be. Rather than the typical convert and move on, he became a part of our family. It also helped that he was a chaser who would become a breeder, and had a ready supply of young college boys at his doorstep. But then, thanks to all the websites and apps out there, we had plenty lined up that were just boys to be bugged up and then sent on their ways. When Justin contacted us about meeting up and fucking, we had just found out that Tom and Rob had been charged up and were going to start spreading around our family bug. The only problem with Justin was that he wanted to play safe only, and our goal was to pass on our DNA and make sure it kept spreading. Since Justin and Tom were the same age, I came up with the idea that we Get Tom to convince Justin to let us bug him up. The next time Tom was over for dinner and fucking, I figured I would bring up the idea with him. “Tom, Dave and I have a favor to ask of you. You can say no, but I am sure you will be glad to help us out with this one.“ I said to him as Dave cleared the dishes from the table. “Sure Dad, you know I would do anything for you.” Tom said. “We had another boy contact us about fucking him, but he wants us all to play safe. Dave and I have stealthed guys before, and if what I have in mind fails, then we will stealth this boy too.” I began “I will give you his screen name, and I want you to befriend him. Once you befriend him, I want you to start planting the idea of getting bugged up into his mind. Convince him that it is hot and worth it to become a cum slut and take poz loads.” “Dad, I'll be more than happy to help you and Dave with this. I think that all boys should be like me and willing to take poz daddy cum and convert so they can be true cum sluts. Speaking of which, I have a hole here that needs some daddy dick in it, and then lots of daddy cum to keep it sated. It’s hot breeding the other boys at school, but I really want you both more than them. “ I was boned from the idea of my son helping us to convert another boy to our poz family, so I motioned him over to me. Tom dropped between my legs and took my hard cock out of my shorts and began to suck it. As he sucked on my cock, he stripped off his pants and began to play with his hole, getting it ready for the night. Dave stripped off his pants as he returned from the kitchen and knelt behind our son. Dave’s tongue took over for Tom’s fingers and soon Tom was moaning around my rock hard cock. As soon as his hole was wet with Dave’s spit, Dave got up on his knees and slid his cock into Tom’s hole. Tom moaned in pleasure as Dave’s balls hit his ass, and his cock stretched his hole out. I pulled my cock from Tom’s lips and helped both my boys to stand up with Dave’s cock still firmly planted in Tom’s ass. We all quickly got to the bedroom and Dave fell down onto his back with Tom on top of him and his cock still buried in Tom. Tom’s legs went up giving me access to his hole, and I quickly slid my entire length into his hole alongside Dave. Tom’s hole was nice and lose from the workout he gave it regularly, but with both our cocks in there, it was as tight as a glove. I began to thrust, and soon was giving his hole a real pounding. “Yeah, Daddy, Rough up that hole, give me more of your virus! Get me pregnant again," grunted Tom. “My boy wants more of daddy’s virus-laden cum planted in his ass? Wants more of the cum that made him knocking him up?” I growled at him. “Please Daddy, Give me your toxic seed! Always make sure that I am marked as your boy!” A few more strokes and I heard Dave’s breathing changing signaling that he was also getting close to giving our son another dose of our family’s toxic cum. I sped up my thrusts to make sure that Dave and I both shot at about the same time. A low growl began to come from Dave signaling that he was holding back from cumming. “Here you go, Boy. A double dose of Daddy’s charged cum for your hungry pussy!” And with a final thrust, I planted my cock deep in Tom and began to shoot, with Dave releasing his cum as soon as he felt my cock pulse as I shot into my son, our poz child. Afterwards we all collapsed onto the bed, and Tom reached over to what was now his nightstand and pulled out a plug. Sliding it into his used hole, he kissed both of us and got out of the bed. “If it's okay, I’m going to use your computer to see if Justin is online. Might as well start working on him now and then soon he can know the pleasure of having this filled up with poz daddy cum feeling.” “Okay,” I said, “just don’t take too long, Your daddies still have more cum for that ass tonight.” “Yes, sir!” Tom logged in to Adam4Adam, where we had met Justin, of course with his own account. He soon found that Justin was online, and sent him a smile. He waited a few minutes, and soon Justin sent him a reply, asking him what was up. “Not much, just cruising around on here, seeing if I can find a nice big-dicked daddy to spend some time with tonight. Saw we are about the same age and thought I’d say 'Hi'.” Tom replied. “Cool, so you like older guys too?” Came back Justin’s reply. “Yep, nothing better than getting an older guy to fuck you.” Tom said, making sure not to say anything about barebacking or breeding yet. “How about guys our age? You fool around with them?” “Yeah, my roommate and I fuck all the time, but nothing feels as good in my ass as the dick of a nice looking man old enough to be my father!” “Wish my roommate was gay. Then I’d have someone to fuck with any time. Unfortunately he's straight and is always bringing girls back to fuck. I don’t mind, since I get to hear him fuck them and imagine that they are me. But I really wish I had someone to fuck with regularly instead of coming on here and hoping to find a guy to mess around with.” “I totally understand. My initial roommate was like yours, but we moved around once I started fucking around with my current roommate, who is also a buddy of mine from my wrestling team.” “Cool. So you wrestle. Explains why you look so fit in your pics.” “Yep. I go to American, where do you go to school?” “Georgetown. It’s nice and I really like this area of DC so far. Lots of hot guys around.” “Yeah, lots of hot guys up here too, but like I said, older guys really get me going. Make me rock hard and just want to bend over for them to fuck me.” “Yeah, I have talked to a couple of older guys on here that I want to meet up with. One in particular really gets me excited. He has a husband, but seems they both play with younger guys.” “Really? What’s his screen name, maybe I have played with them. I have had a couple of hook-ups with some nice daddies since I moved here at the beginning of August.” “It is ‘RyanandDave2breed’. Have you played with them? They look hot, but the ‘anything goes’ kinda makes me nervous. I’ve only had a couple of guys fuck me, but it was always with condoms. I’ve never had a guy of any age fuck me bare.” “Yeah, they are hot. Have yet to meet with them. Trouble meshing our schedules. I’ve had a couple of guys fuck me without condoms, it feels great to be honest. Roommate and I fuck each other bare and we both love the feel of the cum in our asses. But then, I know it is not for everyone. I just think you need to live life with no regrets; know what I mean?” “Yea, I just don’t want to catch anything. Afraid if I did, it would show up on my folks insurance and they would cut me off.” “That would be a bummer, thankfully I am on the college plan and not my Mom’s any more so she won’t know if I catch anything. Hey, I gotta run. Roommate is back and he is begging me to fuck. Since I can’t find any daddy dick, gonna fuck with him. You are cool. Gonna buddy list you and maybe sometime soon we can meet up, even just for a soda or something. BTW, Tom here.” “Cool, lucky you! Guess I will just keep jacking off and cum before my roommate gets back. Justin here. Meeting up for something would be great; I need some gay friends here.” Before signing off, Tom sent Justin his phone number and told him to text him tomorrow and they could meet up over the weekend. Tom shut down the computer and headed back to the bedroom, after all he had two daddies who needed to have their cocks taken care of and he was sure they had recharged by now and were ready to bust more nutts in his ass. Dave and I did not disappoint him that night, and again first thing in the morning before we headed to work, and he went back to school. Tom told us he was meeting with Justin over the weekend, and he suggested that maybe he can convince Justin to a four way with him and Justin as our bottom boys, and pretending that we are all meeting for the first time. I love my boy and his devious mind. I am so glad he is now in my life and that he is helping us to spread the family DNA to every boy possible.

Not a fan of bath houses but definitely love fucking bare in public, especially at the local cruise bar when I'm leaning on the bar among the crowd drinking beer and then the top just starts fucking away at my hole. Shocked the crowd when a friend fucked me like that a couple of weeks ago hehe. Haven't done it like that with tops taking turns - but that definitely sounds way hot. *quickly adds to his cumbucketlist*

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

One of the guys standing against the wall pulled up his trousers and dug a tissue from his pocket, wiping the crack of his arse before fastening up his belt and leaving through the door into the corridor. I looked around at the group of men who had followed me into the cinema and felt my heart start to pound . I descended the two steps into the standing space and moved against the wall. With trembling fingers, I undid my trousers, and pushed them and my underpants down to my ankles. The man next to me grinned, and offered me a battered tube of KY. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and rubbed it into my hole, feeling the cool lube on me. I was only just in time. Several guys squeezed into the space behind me as I gave the lube back and rested my arms on the top of the wall and watched the screen where the twinks were playing. Bodies crowded behind me, and I felt rough fingers pulling my buttocks apart. Suddenly, a long, thin cock probed my cunt and began to slide up me. I gasped with shock and excitement as the smooth length slid right up me and then began to thrust in and out. There were gasps and soft grunts behind me and a voice whispered "Fuck it. Fuck that hole." The man in me lowered his trousers and raised his shirt so I could feel his fat, hairy belly pushing against my arse. It was really hot in that small space, and I began to sweat profusely. Poppers were shoved under my nose, and I gratefully took a deep sniff, feeling my body melt in surrender to the urgent thrusts in and out of my rectum. "Look at that" someone else said, "he fuckin' loves it." The man in me gave a grunt of pleasure as his cock swelled and spurted into me. He sighed happily and pulled out and a gush of his spunk dripped onto the floor. "Christ!" someone laughed. "Dirty little sod's doing it bareback!" There was some jostling behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see a fat black guy, face running with sweat and shirt unbuttoned to reveal a pair of tits and a huge belly. He dropped his pants, and I just had a glimpse of a dark, fat, veiny cock before he pushed it into me, crushing me against the wall with his bulk. He began to fuck me with slow, delicious strokes until I was gasping for breath and my hole had flowered open around his shaft. "Like that, bitch?" he whispered into my ear. "Like that big cock up your cunt?" I moaned and nodded, thrusting back to meet him and feeling his sweaty belly against my back. "Want my cum, boy?" he breathed, the thrusts in my arse getting faster. I gasped in pleasure and he said "Dirty bitch, came here to get knocked up, didn't you?" I knew what he meant and felt my body shiver with fear, but it was too late now. I was crushed helplessly against the wall. "Gonna give you my poison," he breathed "and you be knocked up good." His hand snaked around and clamped over my mouth and then he gave a loud snort of pleasure and his cock throbbed and swelled, throbbed and swelled and I knew he was pozzing me. When he'd finished, he pulled his cock out of me, scooped up the cum running between my cheeks, and pushed into me with his finger. I heard him laugh and say." Well now, boys, bitch wants knocking up. Who else's got a good strong, dirty load for him?" Next to me was the thin, middle-aged guy who had given me the lube and had been standing naked against the wall, hoping to entice a cock into his flaccid, wrinkly buttocks. The veins stood out on his legs and arms and he had a firm, round pot belly. His cock was rigid as he had watched events, and I saw him give an evil grin, as he said "Me next" The black guy put his face close to mine and whispered. "This guy has full-blown AIDS. You sure you want him?" I said nothing, although my heart pounded in my chest and my mouth was dry with fear. He patted me gently on the shoulder as he said to the other guy "Guess he's all yours, John." The wasted creature got behind me and I felt the first stab of his diseased cock and then it slid up me in a rush. " Oh God" I gasped, taking another his of poppers and giving myself up to depravity. The black guy gently stroked my hair and whispered soothingly "It's ok, kid. Just relax. Take his babies." The man was fucking me like a rabbit and gasping with excitement. "Here it comes!" he gasped and the black guy held my face, turning it to kiss him as the poz spunk began to flow into me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, whether with happiness or fear I couldn't say, but when it was done and the thin man had backed off into the crowd, I could only surrender as the black guy pulled me sideways and bent me over, reaching over to spread my cheeks so the cum could be clearly seen leaking from my hole. "Who's next?" he asked.

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

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

Part 2 "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though." More to come I hope. Also, if there is anyone who is a native speaker of spanish and wishes to help me make the spanish in this story more real, please message me. I'm pretty sure that most of it is formal spanish, which isn't what a hot papi like Javier would be using. I am so high that I can barely parse what it is he is saying, all that I can tell is that this sexy man with his hot as hell deep voice is telling me what I want to hear - that these men are going to use me as they want to, and fill me with cum. I can feel the air on my hole before he touches me with his cock, his thick head fitting snug into a hole that won't close all the way. His dick head is gritty, and even that sensation is driving my cunt wild. "That's my good lil puta. So hot watching that culo wink and beg for more dick. Tell papi and all of his buddies what that hole needs, hijo." His words barely register, up until he repeats himself with a growl and a slap across my face. "Tell papi what that hole needs, puta!" "My hole needs more cock and cum papi! It needs it bad!" I reply, a waver in my voice, a waver of excitement, of need. A slap to my chest and a hard pull on my pierced nipple, followed by "What kind of cock and cum, puto?" "Poz cock papi, this cunt needs poz cock and cum!" His buddies all laugh again, and a couple spit on me. The man between my legs, whose name I never caught finally pushes his meth covered cock into my hole, stretching it open a little more, and filling me up a little deeper. My eyes roll back, and I bliss out for a second, savoring the feeling of his big black dick stretching my hole out, helping to turn it from a tight negative hole into a gaping poz cunt. It isn't long before the motion of his dick and the cum already lubing me up melt the meth in me, and make my ass start to smolder. The burn feels so fucking good as I get higher. I feel a cock slapping my face, and I can smell the sweat of this hot male flesh, the pheromones making me want it all the more. "Open your mouth slut, and stick out your tongue." I comply, drooling at the prospect of having another cock in my mouth, while there is one slamming my hole hard. I can taste the sweat, and the beginning of cock cheese on this cock, and feel the foreskin with my tongue, all of this making me moan like the cock loving puto that I am. Then I feel the piss start flowing, and hear the command to swallow most, but to let some of it cover my face. At the same time I feel other streams of piss hitting my body, soaking into my fur, running down into the bed of the sling. I hear more voices, most telling me variations of "Fuck yea, drink that piss!" or "That's it pig!" Another cock moves to my mouth opposite the first, and starts pissing into my mouth as well, and this one 's piss is very bitter. If I weren't high as a kite, I wouldn't even want this piss on me, let alone in my mouth and stomach, but I am so high that it seems so much hotter to be drinking this nastier piss. "That's it puto," my papi's voice comes to me, "Drink more of my chemmed piss. So much stronger since I slammed." "I'm gonna breed this hole full of my charged load. Here comes load number number 2!" My attention immediately goes to my ass, and I can feel the muscles contracting and milking the cock that is giving my hole exactly what it want, almost completely outside of my control. "Fuck yea, this bitch is milking my toxic jizz out, he wants it bad!" My papi tells me that I am making him so proud, and he bends down to suck up some of the run off piss and spit it in my mouth before kissing me hard, and motioning for the next man to take his place between my legs, and open my hole even more. And so it goes for I don't even know how long, until I hear a man say that he is pumping load number 8 into me, and commenting as he pulls out that my hole is gaped and refusing to close all the way. At this point, Javier moves in between my legs, while his buddies move to the mattress or chairs around the room, and starts putting his fingers into my hole again. "Well, looks like this hole has gone from a tight little boy hole to an open slut pussy, hijo. Now are you willing to let papi make it into a gaping poz coño? A cumdump hole that papi will be proud to give to anyone who wants to slide in? A loose glove for papi's fist? A bitch hole for papi's dogs?" With each question he jabs his fingers into my button, making me moan, until I finally scream "FUCK YES PAPI! MAKE ME THE POZ PIG CUNT THAT YOU ARE PROUD TO OWN!" He leans down and kisses my balls then looks me in the eyes and says "Good puto. You are mine. I am going to make this a coño I am proud to give out for free to my buddies, and sell to dirty men who want in." He looks at one of his buddies and tells him "Go and get the puto a big bottle of water, he needs it." Javier's attention goes back to my hole, rubbing my ring, murmuring to himself in spanish, pulling on my hole, opening it up more, sliding in four fingers, then adding his thumb, and finally meeting resistance. The water comes, and I am told to drink it all, but slowly, while Javier rubs more chems on my hole, and pushes a couple of shards into me, then gets up and grabs a can of crisco. "This is special lube my puto-hijo's hole. It is going to help papi get his fist, then his fist and his pinga into your culo. Do yo like that sound of that hijo?" I frantically nod my head yes, as there doesn't seem to be anything that sounds better at that moment. "Yes papi, please papi, make my coño yours, and as loose as you can!" He grins that evil sexy grin at me, then looks to one of his buddies, a hot Dominican stud with another big cock and a hot biohazard tattoo, and starts to give him instructions in spanish that I don't understand. "Vaya y gato asesino, y llevarme de su leche. Quiero saber si este puede tomar su coño empapado." Go and jack off Killer, and bring me some of his milk. I want to know if this cunt can take it. His buddy grins huge and walks out of the room, but my attention is brought back to Javier playing with my hole. "I think it's time to give you another slam, puto. A nice big one. You want a slam from your tóxicos papi?" He says to me as his fingers manipulate my tingling cunt lips. "Fuck yes papi, anything that you want, I want." He grins even bigger as he pulls his fingers out of me, and wipes his hands as he prepares another slam for me. He crushes up the shards after weighing it out on a small scale, and puts the powder in the barrel of the syringe. "I think we are going to give you a real good dose of pig feed this time, coño. This one is .6 grams of meth. Just exactly what my hijo-puto needs." He puts the needle into his vein, and draws out enough of his blood to mix the meth. I watch, totally mesmerized as the meth is dissolved into his blood. The sight is making me hornier. I can't explain it, but I want this so badly. "My blood, hijo. My blood is going to carry this into your body, mixing me with you even more, making you my blood son. This is right, puto, this is what you want, no?" I frantically nod my head, stuttering out "Yes papi, I want your toxic blood carrying the meth through my veins. I need to be your blood son." He walks over to my still restrained arms, and eyes the piss that has been drying on me with approval, wipes a finger in it, and rubs it around on my body. "Maldita sea me encanta este cuerpo todo cubierto de mear y sudor. Mi gran cerdo hijo, la mendicidad para mi tóxicos la sangre y la leche. Tan caliente." Damn I love this body all covered in piss and sweat. My big pig son, begging for my toxic blood and milk. So hot. I am trembling in excitement as that needle gets closer to my arm. My papi lays his arm in my mouth and tells me to clean up his blood as he ties off my arm and slide the syringe in. It feels almost he same as his cock sliding into my cunt. I watch around his arm as the red mix disappears into my vein, and I can feel my cunt tingle with the pleasure of it. I watch papi's face as he is watching mine, and he leans down and kisses me after letting a huge wad of his spit fall into my mouth, and pulls the rubber band off. The heat travels up my arm, more intense than the first time, and I can feel the cough coming on, and I let it come. Javier steps between my legs, and slams his cock into my hole, making me scream in pleasure. Surely my screams are loud enough to be heard on the street, but papi just laughs and tells me he knows how much I love his pinga. He fucks me wildly for several minutes, as far as I can tell, and one of his buddies comes back, the Dominican he sent out earlier. He hands me a cup of watery white liquid, which my papi tells me to drink slowly. In between tastes of the Dominico's cock, I get sips of this bitter fluid, which oddly turns me on, and makes my papi smile even bigger and more evilly. He pulls his cock out of my hole, and says "It's time to learn to be a glove, puto. You are gonna love this shit!" With that he sits on a chair between my legs while Marco, the Dominican, keeps fucking my face, letting me drink his piss, and finish the cup of liquid. I am loving every second of it. I feel papi rubbing something onto the dangling lips of my hole, and feel his fingers going in. Four to start with, then adding more from his other hand, pulling my hole open, making me moan around Marco's cock. I have no idea how long this is going on, but it feels like five minutes later, I am hearing papi telling me to hit the poppers, 5 deep breaths and hold them for 5 seconds. Marco helps me, and Javier just tells me what a good coño I am, and then I feel him push against some pressure, all four fingers and his thumb, his whole big hand pushing into me. I bear down with him, trying to help him get his fist into my cunt, when it just pops in. The cheers from all the men around me are nearly deafening, and I am flushed with pleasure and exertion. My cunt has never felt so full and so right as this moment. "Fuck yes puto, you have my whole hand in your coño, how does that make you feel, to be papi's glove?" I pant out my answer as precum leaks from my still soft cock like a seive. "Oh my fucking God papi, you are my papi, and my God, your fist feels so right inside me!" His buddies laugh, and another starts slapping my face with his cock while I go back to sucking Marco. It isn't long before Marco tells me he is going to cum, and not to swallow it yet. "Shit, drink my leche, bitch! Hold my AIDS cum in your slut mouth!" I feel him squirt stream after stream of hot cum into my mouth, filling my mouth up completely, it is such a huge load. "Open up and let me see my swimmers in your mouth, puto." I open my mouth and he reaches a finger in and starts to dig his nails into my gums, after a little while he seems satisfied and tells me to swish for 30 seconds, then swallow his delicious leche. This entire time, Javier is twisting his fist in my cunt, digging it deeper into me, and my body just seems to be sucking it in, needing more and more of him in me. After I swallow Marco's load, Javier starts to withdraw his hand from my coño, making pleasure rush up and down my body in waves, and cum leak out of my dick as he gives me an anal orgasm. I black out for a moment, and when I come to, it is to see Javier grinning at me proudly and sexily, and he shows me the powdered meth and shards in his hand. "You are going to suck my pinga clean first though, and love the taste of your cunt juice in my hood." He slides his dick in, and I swear it is the best tasting cock I have ever had, my tweeked out mind making me greedily suck his cock into the back of my throat. Papi moans, and holds my head with the hand that has no meth in it but is still covered in crisco and my cunt juices, and lets go another stream of piss. He tells me to piss, as I feel something clamp over my boy cock, and I realize I have had to piss badly for a while. The stream I let go is very strong, and ends up filling a good portion of a 2 liter bottle. And still I drink my sexy poz papi's piss, until every drop is drained, and every last molecule of my cunt juices are cleaned off his cock. Javier moves to my hole again, looks down and whistles. "It's definitely hanging open now, hijo. You definitely have a poz coño now, no more tight hole. A gaping coño that your papi is VERY proud of!" With that, he covers his cock in more meth, and slides it into my cummy cunt, the cum and crisco and previous fisting allowing him in with no resistance. Then he takes the hand that has the chems in it, and replaces his cock with that, again, with no problems. Then comes the slight stretch, and the feeling I relish as the burn of the meth starts to kick in. He pushes his cock into his hand while it is in my cunt. I gasp, and writhe, being taken to a new level of pleasure, and my cock explodes, soft as ever, but dribbling out cum at the idea of my papi jacking his cock off in my cunt. "Fuck yea, puto. I knew you were a fucking great choice to be my hijo. You turned out to be a nasty chem-whore for me. And we aren't even close to being done yet. Killer and my other boys, human and canine, need to have a go at this cunt. You are mine forever. And I don't think you mind one bit that I am claiming you, do you?" I grin at him, tweeked out and barely coherent "Fuck no papi, thank you for taking me and making me your hijo, making me your cunt. I want to be yours forever. I want to make you proud of me and my cunt! I will do whatever you want me to papi!" "I know you will boy. As soon as I shoot this charged load in your gaped out cunt and plug you up, my buddy who does tattoos is going to give you some ink while that cunt rests for a couple of hours. When I come back, the dogs are going to breed you, and then even more poz men are going to have a go at that coño muy caliente!" I can feel him picking up the speed of his strokes on his big dick inside me as he says this, and I know he is going to blow a big wad of poison cum in me. And there is nothing in the world that I want more in that moment than to feel his big, hairy, uncut, toxic cock explode inside my cunt. "Here it comes, hijo-puto! You ready for another toxic load from papi? Here it is, just what you have needed all your life!" He pants loudly, then pulls his hand out and moans and growls and grunts as he slams his dick in me. Harder and faster he slams his giant cock in me, my cunt struggling to milk his load out of him when he slams in balls deep, as deep as he can get his cock to go, and I swear I can feel it pulsing as he kisses me hard enough to crush my lips, sucking on my tongue, my hands struggling against their bindings, wanting to pull on his ass to get him in deeper. Panting, he pulls his face away and grins again. "There you go hijo, another load of toxic papi leche for your coño muy caliente." Reaching over, he grabs a plug of a size I never would have considered taking before tonight, places the fat tip against my gaping hole, and pops it in with the heel of his hand. "There you go, hold that charged seed up there while you get inked. You will do whatever Marco tells you to while he is inking you, won't you puto?"

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.