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Part 9 We drove to another part of the city, my brother and I sitting naked, holding each other, wondering what could possibly be next. We drove to the part of town where the rich people lived. Big houses behind huge gate's, hiding their secrets from the world. We pulled up to one and the gates opened, ushering us inside. We didn't even have time to look at our new destination when two men grabbed us and dragged us roughly inside with Mr. Jackson following. Once inside we were thrown on the floor in a room off the entrence. The men stood over us, guarding our movements. After a few minutes two more men came into the room, an older, stern looking man and an Asian man. "Which one is the new property?" asked the stern looking man. "The bigger one." replied Mr. Jackson. The other one, his brother, is mine. The request was only for one new one. I haven't had time to properly train him since the date was moved up, but they won't be disappointed." The Asian man grabbed my brother and inspected him all over. "He will do very well Mr. Jackson. Good pick. Give the whore another shot and try him out." The two guard's grabbed Elijah and quickly stuck another needle in his arm. He coughed as one man pulled him onto his hands and knees. He quickly dropped his pants and revealed a large, hard dick which he shoved into my brother. Elijah let out a low, guttural moan as he accepted yet another cock in him. The man fucked fast and hard and was soon pumping his cum into my brother. As soon as he pulled out, the other man replaced him with an equally large cock. Elijah continued to moan and push his ass back onto the man fucking him. Mr. Jackson motioned me to come to where he was sitting, and I crawled over to him. He pulled me up into his lap, turning me to face my brother. He slid his hard cock in my hungry pussy and I let out a small sigh as I sunk down onto it. "Look at your brother Jacob." he said as he ground his pubes into me. "Look at the whore getting fucked. That's what he is now. A whore. His new owner owns a bordello in Thailand that specialises in young, white, American boy's. I've sold him for a nice sum of money." My heart lept into my throat as I listened to Mr. Jackson's words. "He will do any disgusting, perverse thing to him they desire. Thai bordellos are known for providing the most extreme entertainment." The second guard pumped his cum into my brother and pulled out. The Asian man stepped up, balling up his fist, and rammed it hard into Elijah, causing him to scream out. But soon he was pumping his ass back on the arm in him, taking it deep. "He will last there three, maybe four years before he will be of no more use to the owner. At that point he will be sold off to the highest bidder, and used up whores don't end up with "nice" new owners. In fact, once they're auctioned off, they're never heard from again." Tears fell down my cheeks as I watched my brother being dragged away, knowing that was the last time I would ever see him. And he didn't even know what was about to become of him. Mr. Jackson just laughed cruelly as he filled my cunt with his seed. "Would you like a few hours with my slut?" he asked the stern looking man. "Indeed I would." he replied, approaching me with a needle. "I just got a new machine to try out." After another injection I found myself strapped down on my back on a bench with my legs locked into stirrups. An odd looking device that had a long pole with a long, fat dildo on the end was placed in front of me. The tip was placed right against the entrence to my cunt and a switch was flipped. The machine instantly sprang into action, ramming the dildo hard and deep into me. I cried out at this new assault but could do nothing to stop it. It pistoned in and out, over and over relentlessly. I was fucked in a way no cock had ever fucked me. No variation, no mercy. I just took the brutal machine as best I could. Not that I had a choice. "Shall we go have some coffe?" asked the stern man. "The slut won't be going anywhere for a couple of hours. Maybe then we'll replace it with a larger dildo." The men laughed as they left me being pummeled by the machine. I don't know how long they left me. I was too high to comprehend time. Eventually I lost feeling in my ass. I figured I was stretched out permanently. When they did return, the stern man did indeed have an even larger dildo that they replaced the first one with. A new searing pain ripped through my torn cunt as the machine was turned back on. "Almost makes you wish you had been sold to the bordello, doesn't it slut?" hissed Mr. Jackson. "Well rest assured your dear brother will endure years of worse!" My heart dropped into my stomach as I thought of Elijah's fate.

Where Fairy-Tails Come True: The moon hung low and full over the western Maryland countryside and the last vestiges of winter snow still struggled to hold on in the shadows of the forest’s sentinels. I might have stopped to relish that all if I were still a man – well at least that moment anyways – but as I ran with my pack the only things racing through my mind was the scent of the my former frat brother and the overpowering musk being released all around me as a dozen other dicks stiffened, drooled, and marked our trail. Once upon a time I was just a naïve freshman attending American University (AU) in Washington, DC. I had an idyllic life. Mom, dad, pain in the ass kid sister, trophies and accolades, and not a worry in the world. Well, that’s not totally true. I did have one worry, a really big one. I liked dick. I couldn’t help it. I had tried, but I couldn’t stop sucking on any dick I could find or bending over and taking it up the ass. Mall bathrooms, club stairwells, my neighbor’s barn with the lawn guy – didn’t matter, I needed raw dick and cum. Any dick was good, but big, tough, masculine daddy dick was the best! My parents had even sent me to one of those rehab places, but nothing worked, so my father resigned himself to my ‘secret’ urges and even started me on PREP and I agreed to try to keep it all private. Fuck! It was harder than you think and I was always fucking horny and doing the whole ‘dinner and a date’ thing was just not my speed. I was a clean cut, all American jock who liked it dirty, sleazy, and to the right of pig especially from those top pigs were POZ. Being neg and chasing AIDs dick was so fucking hot and every time I thought about a POZ top sperming me up with a toxic load I had to jack off. AU was my dad’s alma mater and he was one of their biggest donors, I felt like I had eyes on me 24/7. I was so paranoid I even paid another freshman for his iPad, and set up a fake account so I could troll online to try to find some nasty daddy dick. I guess DC has a pretty active online sex scene compared to some places, but fuck I had a hell of time finding daddy dick willing to give me POZ cum. It was not an age thing, but the look, the masculinity, the self-assurance, their need to fuck and give me their cum no matter what and I was happy to oblige! Lucky for me I’m also a tech wiz and the darkweb – the deep underbelly of the internet – was like a second home to me and it did not take me long to find a few kinky dad types who were willing to breed me on the regular in their office, the Macy’s bathroom, or their family room while their wife was upstairs sleeping. No names, no chatting, no pretending it was anything more than my raw ass taking their raw dick – no questions asked. A couple of them I saw more than once, but most were cum and go and I had to keep trolling to satisfy my urges and need – that is until I met Clifton. I had started during the summer term and had been on campus for about 6-weeks the first afternoon I went to meet Clifton. He worked as the Super, or head maintenance man in one of the big old fancy, residence buildings up in Kalorama. I hopped out of the taxi, walked around to the back and to a service entrance door nestled in the gray granite stones of the foundation. Clifton had the door propped open and was standing in the small stairwell with his right foot up on the second step as he leaned onto his right leg, taking a smoke break. I stopped at the top of the steps, Clifton smiled, stood up, dropped his cigarette onto the bottom step and put it out while I looked him over in his sexy gray uniform and thought he looked fucking hot as hell. Here was a real daddy for sure! He then stepped back against the open door as I came down the few steps and started to enter the basement. Clinton’s sweaty, hairy arm shot out, blocking the door. I looked up into his face – he was a good deal taller than me and thickly built, with wavy, greasy, long black hair slicked behind his ears, bushy eyebrows, a thick mustache and beard, hairy arms, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I stared into those azure depths and couldn’t wait to taste what he had hidden. Clifton then casually leaned forward, his head on one side, his arm on the other, me in between and he took two, long, deep sniffs of me. Weird right? But at the moment I really didn’t think anything of it, as I was anxious to get my daily dose of dick. Clifton pulled back, his nostrils flared, his eyes closed, as he now inhaled slow, deep, and steady. Now I thought what? Do my pits stink? “Come in back, I think I got just what you need,” Clifton said as he dropped his arm and locked the basement door behind us. I had to quick step to keep up with his long strides and a few turns down a couple dimly lit basement hallways he unlocked another door and led me into what looked like a monk’s cell. A small twin-size bed, a metal locker, a wood chair by a small table with a laptop sitting open, a mini-kitchen that looked like it came out of an RV was all there was and it was spotless. Nothing was lying around, not piece of clothing, there were no pictures, not even an ashtray. I chuckled, “Man, you live light. Is this where you live really? Being the Super and all figured you’d have something a bit, wel….” Clifton was laying his pressed uniform over the back of the chair and all other thoughts vanished as I took in his big daddy body and dark fur that seemed to cover his chest, torso, back, and legs. Even his ass was a bit hairy and waves of man musk came off him like a thunderstorm rolling down the Potomac. “You going to just talk or suck my AIDs dick?” Clifton asked. Those were the magic words. I scurried over and dropped to my knees but my new daddy stopped me, “Take that shit off first. I want to see what I’m working with.” I stood back up, stumbled and fumbled as I took my shorts and t-shirt off and then puffed out my chest for my final inspection. Clifton circled me two, then three times, each time pausing along his journey to lean in and SNIFF me. The final circle he let out a little grunt and growl, pushed me to the floor and hefted his big dick up for me to see his monster balls. “Lick them clean,” Clifton ordered. His balls were huge, perfectly formed eggs and his sack was covered in the same, thick black hair as the rest of him. I eagerly went to town, slurping, licking, tasting his salty man funk with the occasional pause to pull a hair or two out of my teeth. When he was satisfied, the furry daddy pushed my head away and said, “Open that mouth.” I did, my neck craned, my eyes closed as he spit onto my face, in my mouth, his mouth juice dribbling down my chin. He then tilted my head forward a bit and stuffed it with his ripe dick until I was gagging like the hungry slut I was. “SWALLOW THAT AIDS DICK. YOU SAID YOU KNEW HOW TO DEEP THROAT A MAN’S DICK. I’M NOT SURE I BELIEVE YOU YET. YOU NEED TO LET GO. RELAX. LET ME DO THE WORK. YOU BETTER SUBMIT RIGHT OR WE DONE. I TOLD YOU – IF I CAN’T USE YOU LIKE I WANT AND HOW YOU SHOULD BE USED IT’S NOT HAPPENING. HOW HUNGRY ARE YOU PUP? SHOW ME HOW HUNGRY THAT MAN HOLE IS FOR MY POZ CUM. THAT’S RIGHT. GOOD. SLOBBER MY DICK UP. NOW TAKE A DEEP BREATH IF YOU NEED TO BECAUSE IT’S TIME TO BREAK THAT NECK AND FORCE FEED YOU,” Clifton warned. I had spit running down my chin and my tongue and jaws hurt already, but this was the best dick I had ever tasted! It was a good 9-inches and super thick, perfectly round, with the longest foreskin ever and cheesy underbelly! The shaft was also hairier than I thought possible, but I didn’t care. All I knew is that I wanted it up my ass – and soon! Daddy growled, “THERE YOU GO. THAT’S IT. GAG ON THAT FUCKER. SWALLOW IT ALL PUP – RIGHT THE FUCK NOW – SWALLOW – AHH!” Clifton grabbed both sides of my head, angled it a little to the left and slammed hard and fast into my throat. He was right. My gag relax broke and a few strokes later he was unleashing a flow of thick, daddy cum down my throat and into my stomach and as the first gobs hit, my entire abdomen got warm, my body tingled, I shivered, and had what felt like an organism without cumming. I breathed deep to catch my breath as Clifton stepped back, looked at me, tilted his head, looked at me again, SNIFFED, squinted with an unspoken question, shrugged, then said, “NOW FOR THAT PRIME ASS. STAND UP AND BEND FORWARD, I ALWAYS EAT WHAT I FUCK AND BREED – BEFORE AND AFTER.” I was panting like I had just run a mile in a minute as this daddy lapped, slurped, nipped, and tongue fucked my ass. HOLY SHIT that felt good and I was a blabbering idiot begging for his dick. Clearly having done this move plenty of times before, Clifton pulled his face out of my ass, stood to his full height, planted his feet firm, grabbed my hips, and slammed his hard dick into my spit-slicked hole. Fuck I loved it! That’s the way a man should fuck. “FUCK ME HARDER DADDY. HARDER, PLEASE YES, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME – PULL IT ALL THE WAY OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. I NEED THAT AIDS CUM DADDY – PLEASE DADDY!” I begged and pleaded and whined and moaned. Clifton just laughed without letting up and, “TIGHT PUP HOLE RIGHT THERE. FUCK YEAH – GOING TO KNOCK YOU UP FUCKING CHASER – GOT ANOTHER LOAD FOR YOU COMING YOUR WAY - RIP THAT ASS UP AND FEED YOU THIS AIDS NUTT. HERE IT FUCKING COMES – LOAD NUMBER TWO FOR THAT BOY HOLE – THAT BOY HOLE GOING TO GET BRED LIKE PUSSY – DADDY’S GOOD PUSSY – CUMMING UP YOUR HOLE – CUMMING IN YOU – FUCK YEAH – HERE IT GOES – GGGGRRRRR – GGGGRRRRR – GGG….” The hairy daddy’s cum made my ass feel on fire! Spurt after spurt of it got planted deeper and deeper with every thrust and my body shook and spasmed even more. Clifton let go of me, knelt behind me, “Push it out, open those ass lips, let me taste it.” I did as he asked and his rough tongue licked my hole clean. When he was finished he stood up, his beard wet with my ass, and smiled, his azure eyes were lit with dark fire, and by his still hard dick I could see his need was still burning too. I dropped to my hands and knees and turned and asked, “Can you scoop some out for me to taste this time?” Daddy chuckled, “You nasty chaser slut,” then dropped his hairy dick into my wet hole and about 10 minutes later fucked another load up there and this time he shred what he ate after. For the next several weeks I balanced school, my new frat responsibilities, and serving my hairy daddy. Before I left that first day he had said he wanted to fuck me every day and this was a test to see how submissive I could be, if I obeyed, and how well I could take dick. No excuses and the first time I made an excuse about why I could not come serve him, that was it. Well, it wasn’t easy as he never fucked me on a schedule. Sometimes I had barely got back to my dorm before he would text me and tell me to be back at his place at 5:00 a.m. the next morning, or the middle of the day, or late at night and then be back there 3-hours later. I had to skip a few classes and make excuses for missing some other things and find ways to make it all up, all the while taking his hairy dick and hot cum. The second time I visited he scratched my hole up good, dry fucked me, rough and hard and my ass hurt and throbbed, but I took it. I knew this was a test and I was damn sure going to pass. Two weeks in I had no gag reflex left and Clifton could slam his hairy dick balls deep without having to hold my head. He was so proud of me! That moment, that moment of feeling someone else’s pride in me was totally knew as my own parents had never felt like that no matter what I had done. Clifton continued to find new, rougher, wilder ways to give me his hot cum. We fucked in an empty condo in his building, we fucked outside at night on the lawn, we fucked in a park in downtown DC, and I was constantly checking my phone for the text to tell me the next when and where. I was hooked and ready for any challenge. About five weeks in was my first ‘big’ surprise. Clifton met me at the door, led me back to his room, and there at his small table gorging away on some food from 7-11 was a bum. Homeless, dirty, smelly, bum. His clothes were ragged, his toes showed through his old sneakers, his hair was matted and patchy and he looked so skinny and sickly like the AIDs bug had feasted on his flesh and he had just climbed out of the grave. He stood up, wiped his dirty hands on his clothes and Clifton said, “Suck his dick then he’s going to fuck you raw and breed that pup ass.” I was willing to do anything to please my hairy daddy and without hesitation I stripped, walked over to the homeless guy, got on my knees, worked his dick out, sucked the crust and dirt off, spit it up, then leaned on the table as he raw fucked me with a super thick 10-incher. I focused on giving him the fuck of his life, and was confidant that it had, but kept thinking, “What is it about these guys and sniffing/huffing me?” When the homeless guy blew his cum into me I got the same, weird intense orgasmic feeling through my whole body like I did with Clifton. When he finished, I looked at Clifton who was beaming with pride again! Six weeks in was my next test. This time Clifton texted me a hotel address and room number that was not far from the White House. I got to the room and was greeted by a big black man wearing a white, hotel bathrobe. He let me in, I looked around for Clifton and when the bathroom door in the suite opened I was expecting it would be him. It was not. It was another black guy, almost a mirror image of the first. Both tall, well built, fairly hairy which in my experience I thought was a bit unusual. The one in the robe dropped it to the floor and started stroking a big 11-inch dick. The one who came out of the bathroom started spanking his. I knew what I was there for and quickly got naked and immediately was nailed at both ends. Not a word was said – or needed to be – as these two men used me for their ultimate pleasure and I did everything I could to make sure they were satisfied and let them fill me with their raw dicks deep and hard, over and over. I never said the words ‘AIDs’, nor did they, but knowing Clifton and him knowing what I wanted, I would have bet money they were POZ too and I secretly thanked him for every charged load they gave me. Same as with the homeless guy, they both sniffed and huffed while in me, growled and scratched a bit, and were even rougher than Clifton had ever been. I took it all and each time one of them came inside me, the same weird orgasmic feeling would shockwave through my body. I had never experienced a thing like that before Clifton and did not understand at the time what it meant for my future. I ended up staying the entire night with them and part way through, the two guys had me squat over a glass and push their nutt out. It took me a second to relax, but when it came, it flowed, and I gasped as the glass was literally half full of thick, milky sperm. They both laughed, and the first one I had met said, “Alright, pull those legs up, time to fill you up so that glass is brimming.” Several loads and hours later I was sitting in a taxi gently holding the now filled glass in a paper bag trying to make sure none of it spilled. My entire body felt like I had ants on the inside of my skin and they were all making little camp fires. It was like a deep fever – so fucking weird. I got to Clifton’s, he beamed with pride as he took the glass of black cum and ass juice, then handed it to me. Without saying a word I knew what he wanted and started to sip, then gulp, then guzzled it down. It was like raw egg, sliding down and coating my throat, my stomach. It smelled of 10-day-old meat, man musk, and had taken on a tinge in color, but tasted fucking fabulous and I needed every drop. I anxiously ran my fingers around the glass to get what was left as Clifton took the glass back, set it down, bent me over and slam fucked me hard as he could. Once he had bred me, Clifton took me over to his bed, had me sit, then handed me a piece of paper, “I know your fall break is coming up. You’ve done a great job pup and I believe that….well no matter what I believe, it’s time to find out for sure. Here. I need you to go on a little trip, up to my home town. The first set of directions are for the cabin where you’ll be staying for the week. The next is for a local bar there. I want you to get there by 5:00 p.m., sit at the bar and drink as much as you want until 6:00. At 6:00, I want you to tell the bartender ‘Nanna is rising’, then get up, go into the men’s room and wait. You will spend the evening in there sucking every dick and being fucked by every man who walks in. The bartender will keep your drinks coming but you don’t leave that bathroom until closing time understand?” I tried to ask Clifton some questions, but he just shook his head, handed me the paper, and pointed to the door. I didn’t understand this at all, but knew it was a test of some kind, and like all the other tests my hairy daddy had given me I would pass this one too and on the taxi ride back to the dorm began fantasizing what the men were like in Clifton’s home town and wondering if they were all like him. Now I know and my life has changed forever. Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – Toxic Lycan Nutt

Part 8 I watched as Mr. Jackson tied off Elijah's arm and put the needle in his vein, pushing the plunger. I knew the burning rush my brother experienced as he started to cough violently, phlegm spewing from his open mouth. The next man didn't hesitate and rammed his big, black cock right into my brothers cunt. Elijah didn't scream as loud this time, and was soon grunting and moaning at the thrusts. "Good boy," Mr. Jackson praised Elijah. "It might not take as long to train you as I thought. Straight boys usually are harder to break, but not impossible. Not like your faggot brother." Elijah just shook his head no frantically, trying to deny the dark desires building in his soul. The man fucking him buried his cock balls deep as he filled my brothers cunt with another load of cum. The other Two men took their turns on my brother as I sat and watched the entire ordeal. My own cock was hard the whole time I watched my brothers rape. This was not lost on Mr. Jackson. He guided me to my brothers head and pushed my cock into his mouth. "Fuck his mouth Jacob!" He ordered me. I just grabbed my brothers hair like the other man had done, and rammed my hard cock into my brothers throat. Elijah wined out his protest, but could do nothing to stop me. I jammed my dick in and out of his mouth. "That's it Jacob, feed your brother your little dick. Make him learn that his new life as a whore is to take any cock he's told to. Even his brothers! Feed him your cum boy. Make him swallow your incestuous seed!" Mr. Jackson's words brought me over the edge and I pumped my cum down Elijah's throat while tears of shame ran down his cheeks. After the men had all seeded my brothers new cunt, Mr. Jackson grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into my brothers red, swollen, dripping hole. "Eat that hole faggot!" He demanded. "Suck all that juice out of him." I felt slightly naseaus and I looked at the brown slime streaked with red that oozed from my brother, but had no choice. Mr. Jackson held my face tight against his hole, and I obediently licked and sucked as best I could, cleaning my brothers ass. When he felt it was sufficient, he pulled me away and tossed me on the floor. "Well gentlemen," said Mr. Jackson, time to take our new whore to the bath house. The sling awaits." A little over two hours later, we were back in the city in a little room in the baths. Mr. Jackson had Elijah on the bed, his arms and ankles tied over his head so his ass was sticking up and exposed. "I'm not wasting any time with this one," Mr. Jackson told one of the men that had come with us. "We're going to break him tonight! He's gonna get so fucked up and fucked, his new pussy will never be the same. But that's what his new owner wants, and I'm happy to oblige!" Elijah looked up with fear as Mr. Jackson took a bottle with an eyedropper and forced it between his lips, squirting some liquid into his mouth. Then he took a syringe that had no needle and inserted it into Elijah's ass. "A little G, and a little K to start the night off!" He chuckled. I just watched my brother as his eyes unfocused and his body dropped. "We'll just let that settle in before he gets his shot. And it's going to be a huge one. He's going to be tweaked out of his mind!" Mr. Jackson friend just played with Elijah's hole, sliding two, then three fingers in and out. Elijah just lay there like he was in a coma. "Pussy's getting nice and loose!" said the man. "He should be ready soon." Mr. Jackson just grabbed my arm and tied it off. "Can't forget about you slut. Your brother may be the main attraction tonight, but you'll still get plenty of action." The now familiar prick and rush told my cunt He was right. Elijah moved and moaned slightly as his ass was fingered. "Ok, it's time." said Mr. Jackson as he tied off his arm and stuck the needle in. "How much you giving him?" the man asked. ".8" Mr Jackson grinned. "That should send him too the moon." He released the band and my brother convulsed as he violently coughed. Mr. Jackson barely waited for him to stop before he was dragging Elijah down the hallway toward his doom. The man and I followed and I watched, slightly jealous as my brother was put into the sling and buckled down. He had barely been put in there when the first guy approached. He was an old guy, skinny, but had a pot belly. He just grabbed my brothers thighs and started fucking him. Elijah moaned like a whore. Mr. Jackson smiled at this. "He will make his new owner very happy." The rest of the night was a blur. I watched man after man fuck my brother, every one shooting his cum deep into the willing hole. Mr. Jackson kept me by his side to clean off the cocks after they pulled out. Plenty of men fucked me as well, but my brother got the most of it. And the more he got, the more he moaned and begged for it. As the night went on, men started to put their fists in him, sticking their arms deep up inside. Elijah just continued to moan and pant like a whore. Someone even took a baseball bat and rammed it into his flaming red gash. When they pulled it out, my brothers asshole was big and red and puffy. "That's a rosebud," Mr. Jackson explained to me. "That's the inside of his asshole sticking out. The mark of a true whore!" Eventually the night wound down, and Elijah was let out of the sling. We had to help carry his exhausted body back to our little room where he collapsed on the bed. We all rested there for a while before heading out into the bright morning sun.

I met this guy awhile ago on CL when he replied to my post. He claimed to be a married guy with 7" cut cock. The first time we met, it was the blindfolded, naked, he walked in scene but he didnt fuck me right away. however, he flipped me over on my back, felt his lean body on me, start kissing. The best part about anon is, you dont know who is he and what he's gonna do to you. I touched his face, clean shaven, shaved head. then he moved to the side, one hand exploring my smooth body and the other hand is fingering my hole. Then he put on a condom, back to the side position, started to push on my hole. it is thick for sure, i felt the pressure but he pushed gently. Finally, his head went in, few minutes later, my hole has slowly opened and letting it in. i can hear the condom is getting loose due to my ass grip on it each time he pull out. I enjoy the slight pain and the challenge of taking it all the way in and the thought makes me horned up. This time, he pulled out and I can hear him pull off the condom. He lubed my ass, lubed his cock and stroking it. He's ready for another entrance. i heard him taking 2 deep hits of poppers and he gave me some. without wasting much time, hes back in position and slide the head in just further. both of his hands were holding me while he pushing on my hole. "thats better. now, open youe hole, boy...open up, thats it..." i felt his cock dip in and push in deep. His hand stroking my cock in fast stroke as if hes trying to make me cum. It didnt take me long and I warned him that Im cumming. i shot up to our face, just the first squirt and i have never shot that far i guess. he kissed me and i tasted my own cum. "keep your hole open for daddy, you are not done till i cum ok". i nodded and let him fuck my ass until he sprayed his cum deep in my ass. He continued to drill gently and told me to do another anon scene. we have done another scene where i waited in my car, parked in my drive way. we bareback in the seat. Another anon scene where I waited in the bath tub, he gave me piss shower, jo and gave me a cum shower too. Do you guys have any hot anon scenes to share? I want to keep seeing him and I need to come up with a new ideas.

i worship the pierced cock like its my god. i lick, suck the entire cock. 1 top has started to help training me has come up with 2 new training techniques. one he has me kneel, he binds my arms and a spiked parachute around my nuts and connects it to a eye bolt in the floor. he then fucks my mouth and helps get it deeper and deeper. he says its good to gag and not have the control as he holds his cock deep in my mouth. the other way is im bound and my head is hung over the bed and he fucks my mouth that way.he tells me to concentrate on the cock in my mouth/throat and to relax and remember that i am bound and have no control, so focus on the cock.i am in oregon, usa

Grabbing my keys and wallet I got out of the car and crossed the short parking lot and entered the bathhouse. The smell of sweat and man greeted my nose and my heart beat rose. This was my third time coming here and I was still nervous. The same old guy as the other times was sitting behind the counter, a bit skinny for my tastes but he had this huge uncut cock that always seemed to be dripping a bit of precum on the seat of the stool het sat on. “Welcome back, enjoy the party” he told me as I passed over my money and got my wristband and key. I thought this odd as the last 2 times he didn’t even speak to me, just sort of grunted and took my money. As I entered I looked around but didn’t see any notices. Maybe because today is Sunday I thought. The other times I had stopped by on Saturday night since I figured it would be the busiest then and I could have the most fun watching guy and jerking off. I made it a point to not actually do anything I was strictly a voyeur; I loved watching the guy getting fucked and sucking. It was like live action Treasure Island, I could never think of joining in but loved to watch the bottom with their eyes in a cum craze as they took a load. I went to my locker took off my shorts and tank top and wrapped my towel around my waist. Looking in the mirror I smiled thinking I was adorable. I’m 6 foot 1, dark hair with a nice furry body, the only thing I never liked was that my cock didn’t seem to match, it was a decent 6 and a half inches and uncut but still, on me it look smaller due to my big frame. Shaking my head I proceeded to walk out and into the main area of the bathhouse. The doors on either side of me were open and about half had occupants, most bottoms playing with toys and moaning as they worked their holes, a couple in them had guys fucking. I noticed that a lot of the guys seemed older and closer to the age of the doorman then the last time I was here. Seems the average age was at least 45, plus unlike on Saturday there was a lot more body hair, which was fine with me I love furry guys. I decided to start in the steam room to relax first before I went in search of something hot to watch. Seems fate liked me since when I entered there was about 5 guys already there and one was getting a blow job. Again they all seem at least 10 years older than me, at least 45 and most seems like 50 or 60. They all had hairy white body hair matted to them, sweat dripping down. I sat opposite the show and started to get hard, the steam doing its work relaxing me. I tilted my head back and breathed deep. I noticed the bench shit a bit and look and saw that one of the other guy had moved over at sat next to me. He was damn sexy, not my usual type, probably around 65 but muscled and covered in trimmed white fur with a goatee, looked like classic construction worker hottie. He ran his hand through his wet hair and I saw a deeply furred pit and my cock twitched. He caught me looking and smiled giving his towel a squeeze around what seemed to be a rather impressive cock. In one motion he flipped open his towel revealing my guess had been right. There not even fully hard was a thick, uncut, cock at least 7 inches and grow. The head had just started to poke out from the hood. He grabbed my hand and lead it to his stiffing cock and I began to stroke him, feeling it become slick with sweat, steam, and the most precum I had ever seen. This was not in my plan I never get involved I just watch but damn I do love big cocks. The gentleman trusting in my control lean back and then as if knowing it would get me put his hands behind his head exposing his pits and he leaned back and moaned. I was still nervous about doing anything too risky when I felt the bench shift and noticed that one of the other occupants had come over as well. This guy was really not my type, must have been about 70 and very thin, I like meat on my guys, but I am also polite so it is hard for me to really reject anyone. I felt him loosen my towel with his hand and exposed my cock, standing straight up out of my black furry bush, precum at the tip. Before I could stop him his mouth was on me sucking it hard and fast. His tongue swirled around the head and slithered down and lick my balls when he deep throated me. I lost my rhythm with the hot muscle daddy, but he didn’t seem to mind, His hand came over and started working my nipples and then stroking my hair. I found it oddly reassuring as the guy sucked me harder and harder. I leaned back with my eyes closed and enjoyed the feelings. The guy sucking me lifted off for a second and removed a bottle from his waist band and took two big inhales before diving back down. I had never done poppers before but from my porn watching I knew what they were. Muscle daddy reached over and snagged the bottle , bringing it to his own nose he inhaled twice and I watched the look of lust come harder into his eyes and his cock gave a jump and precum leaked down. I stared into his eyes as he brought the bottle to my nose and held one nostril closed, staring me down I inhaled my first hit of poppers….then my second…..then my third….. the bottle did not move away until I have taken four hits on each side. My head was spinning and me body felt tingly. The guy sucking my cock stopped, the poppers had made my cock go soft, much to my embarrassment. It was short lived though, since muscle daddy smiled and told me not worry there are lots of thing to do beside that. His hand drifted down and touched my fucked holed and started rubbing it in circles. I moaned and pushed down a bit letting his finger enter me. I must have guess right about his profession because his finger was rough and calloused feeling in my tender hole. I had only been fucked once or twice so I was pretty tight. The skinny guy brought the bottle to my nose again as construction daddy worked my hole. 4 more hits and he slipped another finger in. I was feeling amazing and wanted more. Which is of course when it hit me what I was doing. In a startled panic I sat up wrapped my towel around me and swayed to the door. A little unsteady on my feet from the poppers and left the steam room to get some fresh air. I expected them to say something but only heard what I thought was a knowing chuckle as the door swung closed behind me on a cloud of steam.

I had no plans yesterday afternoon, so I thought I would see who was online, and I found a hot Latino guy on Scruff with an 8" dick looking for a quickie. Neither his roommates nor his bf were at home, and he wanted to smoke some and unload in an ass before work. I was at his place in 20 minutes. When I arrived at his place he led me to the bedroom and we stripped down. While he smoked some t, I sucked his dick and was nicely surprised that it was as big and thick as his Scruff advertisement had indicated. He says he is a total bottom for his bf and as a consequence didn't often top, but this time would be different: he ordered me to get up on the bed and into position. Thank god I prelubed because he slammed his dick in me without any preliminaries. I let out a huge gasp and moan while he had a huge smile on his face. After about ten minutes of pounding my ass hard, we heard someone enter the apartment. The footsteps headed to the bedroom where we were playing. It was his roommate who had come home early and stood in the doorway to watch us. After a couple of minutes, the roommate undressed and, without a word, slid his dick in my mouth. He was about the same length of his friend but even thicker. When he was hard, he pulled out and nudged his friend to move. I took a big hit of poppers, and just like the Latino, he slammed his dick in and started pounding my ass. He didn't last but a few minutes before he came never making a sound or letting on he had cum, but instead pulled out and presented himself for me to suck clean. Afterwards he left the room. Another big hit of poppers and the Latino was fucking me again, telling me how warm his roommate's cum felt inside my hole. The Latino's grunts and moaning made it clear he had every intention of cumming inside of me, and so he did. Like his roommate, the Latino then pulled out and presented his cock for me to lick clean. Before I left he asked if I was cool with his roommate having fucked me. My response was "Do you think I minded?" When I left, I decided to get an early start and headed to Steamworks.

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.

Just the other day, an old friend of mine set me up on a date with his bf's cousin. My friend knows the type of man I like. Big muscular and well hung! We met last night at my friend's house. And he was just what I liked! Anyway, after a few minutes, my friend and his bf were all over each other. And then my date made a move on me and he started kissing me. There was some major tongue action going! lol. Then my friend told us that we could use the bedroom upstairs if we wanted. And they would stay downstairs and pull out the couch bed. My date didn't even answer. He just grabbed my hand and led me up stairs. He told me that he usually goes for the more masculine muscular type, but that I was just too cute to resist, and how much my tight little ass was turning him on. That's what he told me. lol. He then said that he fucks bareback. And that my friend told him that I liked it that way. And I told him, yes. That's how I like it. We then began tearing each others clothes off, and there it was! An 8 1/2" thick cock aiming right for me! He started fingering me, and I started stroking his cock. He pushed my head down to his cock and I opened my mouth wide and took in as much as I could. After only a few minutes he pulled me back away from his cock, and threw me onto the bed. Then he got into the bed and laid down on his back. I jumped on top of him and slowly put my ass onto his cock. He then thrusted his cock up and into my ass! I told him to be gentle since his cock was really thick. And he did. I told him that I'll let him know when to get rough! As it is for most guys I've been with, it takes a while to get every inch of their cocks all the way deep inside me. I've been with guys who were as big at 13 1/2" such as an ex bf of mine was. But even an 8 1/2" cock is still going to take a while and no matter how much lube is used. Anyway, after only a little while he began getting really rough. And I was fine with that. He was really plowing me hard and fast! I was moaning and groaning which I always do. And then he began moaning and telling me how nice and tight my ass was. And how great his cock felt deep inside me. I also told him how great his cock felt deep inside me. And it did! And then he blew a huge load deep inside me! Then we went and had some water. Then we laid next to each other in bed. And soon he was ready for another round! And so was I. He has great stamina! We had gone upstairs into the bedroom around 9 PM last night, and didn't go back downstairs until after 2 AM. And before I went home this morning, he asked me if I wanted to take a shower with him. Yes! lol. So, while in the shower, he told me to beg for his cock. And of course I did. And he then fucked me again! My friend asked me to tell him all about it. He and his bf could hear all the moaning and groaning. And they also heard me begging for his cock in the shower. lol. It was a great night!

Thanks to all you guys who enjoy and comment on my stories!! I haven't abandoned my other ones on here....I just get side tracked.....lol. Blame it on the ADD. I will still be continuing all my stories!

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 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.

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

I hated it. I sat in my car staring at the park in lot of the plaza. It was 10. and most of the businesses coffee shops small restaurants and were just starting to close up. I hated my life. I shouldn't hate it this is the best time of my life I thought. But I couldn't help wanting to crawl up in my own insides and die. My name is Andrew. Im 23 years old nursing major. Im graduating this year top honors. I have friends a good family. Dads family comes from all over central and south america too many countries to mention we dont know what his nationality is. Mom is a pure bred filipina. Probably why im a nurse. Im finally comfortable being in my own skin. My identity. I mean I finally comfortable being gay. I always knew I was but I never shows it. The usual thing. Played sports in didn't particularly care for. Workout with the guys even though I was a tiny 5'4 my 160 lbs was lean and study muscle. He'll I'd jacked off to myself in the mirror before I was hot. I was smart. I was charismatic. Out. And I hated my life. I had been dumped. A month ago. We dated since junior year in high school. He'd proposed to me when I turned 20. I'd said yes. And now I'd been dumped. It wasnt anything bad. He didn't cheat neither did I. We were still very close still friends we just had different goals. I wanted to be a traveling nurse. He was opening up a resturant here. It just didn't work. I said I'd stay here with him and he dumped me. Said he one me too well. He was right. He did. The minute the words had escaped my lips I resented him. I hated him for making me stay. I hated my self for letting him have the power over me. The only place I wanted to be dominated was in bed. And still I surrendered myself and I hated him. He had smiled so kindly. For being such the animal he could be in the sack. He was so gentle. His giant frame and thick hands and arms and general manliness did not show his true nature. He deceptively raised his hands to my face and mine fit into is giant palm. Then I heard barely a whisper. "Its over. " Before I had time to process the message he had moved out his stuff. I was surprised how quickly and efficiently he moved. He packed his car. Fucked me 4 times on almost every surface of our small one bedroom then left. I had felt so empty inside though his enormous loads were slowly dripping down my shaking thighs. We were each others firsts and only and now the only thing I had left was his DNA running down my legs. He had left nothing. I pushed my fingers into myself and covered them with him and sucked and cleaned my fingers as I had often done. A gesture that would have had be flipped on my stomach and savagely fucked again but this time nothing happened. Both of us had to much pride to beg for each other back. And he would make sure to stay far enough away to let me heal but close enough so that we could someday be friends again. The crashing of a plate falling on the cement woke me as the last restaurant in the plaza began to shut its doors. I remembered why I was here waiting. In the farthest back part of the plaza was a set of businesses offices only if you were gay and lived here u knew it wasn't a business at all. Marcus Martinez had bought it and renovated the 5 business into his own personal two story house. The addition doors had been sealed up. Marcus was sort of the gay king of the city. Usually I'd say queen except he was probably the most ruthless meanest guy around. He was tall successfully. He owned the plaza and little bit of a major drug dealer or supplier I wasn't sure but of course no one ever proved it. Every month or so Marcus would have a party. The he had picked the guests no plus ones allowed. Fucking grindr. Thats how he caught me. I was at the gym looking at all the hot guys my mind boiling over watching one guy bench pressing and I dared to download the app. I stripped my shirt in the locker room took a selfie and waited. 30 minutes later he hit me up. A quick conversation. He knew who I was. Found out I was single invited me to his party. It was well known that the party was cream of the crop 18 to 50. Best bodies cock and ass would be there. His invite tipped me that there was Jacuzzi inside with plenty of drinks and party favors whatever I wanted.. play optional. Now her I was in the parking lot looking at the lot that led to his building and I couldn'bring myself out of the car. I'd only been with one guy and now I was walking into an orgy. Even if it was optional. A loud knock on my window shook me "What the fuck look who it is" Said the guy. It was Dimas. Dimas had gone to high school with me but I was 3 years old and already dating Richard, my ex. He was slighter than me but far more ripped and taller and from what I had heard...hung like a horse. He would approach me at every club I went to the second Richard would step away. Always flirt always grab my ass. Richard didn't mind. He'll even I kinda liked the attention. "Guess you got an invite too." He said when I didn't respond. "Yeah "I said tentatively. This was obviously a horrible idea. Dimas read my mind, my hesitation. "Hey man look. Everything inside is optional u can leave whenever u like. Everyone's really chill. " "Yeah" I said again stupidly hating myself more for lack of anything to say Dimas smiled wickedly. " I could be ur date. Keep all the sharks off you." I cracked a smile. Keep the sharks. By walking next to one. "Nah," I finally said. "I can manage myself." I stepped out my car and we walked together to the door. Dimas chatted about everything inside apparently the bottom floor was for everyone. Food. Drinks. Two Jacuzzis video games music and little dance area. The second floor was for fun. Total of 8 rooms turned into bedrooms but some guys barely made it that far and would start fucking in the halls. I wanted to turn around and run by the time we reached the door. There was a guy sitting by it. When he stood up he was 6,5 easy. Huge guy. "D." He said gruffly. " U know the rule no guests. " Dimas opened his mouth but he stopped him. "If the boy wants an invite he has to get one like everyone else. " There whole time he was sizing me up. Checking me out. His leaned toward me, " i think he should get an invite. But just to be sure. I could put in a good word for u if u do a few things for me/" and he started to rub his crotch. "Hehe if u want... that invite for next time." "I got an invite. "I said. I know my tone betrayed me I could not hold back the disgust I was feeling. But at the same time I could not hold back my interest...I'd never been fucked around with a black guy. Or any other guy for that matter... Name he said. Obviously disappointed. I told him. He asked me for ID. I gave it. And he sighed and opens the door.

Steam Room Breeding Chapter 1. I was out of town for a conference, staying at a really swanky hotel in Amsterdam, the kind with it’s own spa and sauna area. I finished my morning lectures and presentations and didn’t have anything all afternoon until a dinner meeting. After walking around town a bit, I went back to the hotel to change and explore the sauna area. Some of my straight colleagues had told me about the sorts of antics that went on there during past conferences. A manager told me that he got a handjob from another guy once. I suspected that if he admitted to a handjob, he probably did more. Another junior manager told me that he saw two guys blowing each other, which probably meant he was the one sucking cock. Hearing these straight guys, in Amsterdam no less, talking so lasciviously about a hotel sauna, I wondered what they must have though of the Red Light District… I thought their idea of deviant behavior was somehow quaint. Anyway, I skyped my boyfriend back home and told him I was going to go exploring. He winked at me, and told me to have a good time, and then told me that he would be entertaining a few friends of his own that afternoon. I knew he’d wind up taking loads, so there was nothing to stop me from having some raunchy sweaty fun. I went downstairs and was disappointed to find that the whole spa area was closed for the day for cleaning. Just my luck. I went back to my room and found a few overtly gay saunas online and headed that way. I found the address and was buzzed in. I saw a poster with a comic of an asshole leaking cum and some Dutch writing I couldn’t understand, but I did note today’s date featured prominently. I walked in, and the attendant spoke to me in perfect English, asking if I was a member, I told them no and that I was just visiting. He smiled and said, members only, but that today there was a special offer. I handed over the cash, paid my admission, and he gave me a yellow bracelet and told me to wear it so that members would recognize me as a newcomer and welcome me. I thanked him, and headed to the locker room to get rid of my clothes and into a towel. I shucked off my clothes as two guys came in, sweaty and smiling. They noticed my bracelet, smiled at me, and dropped their towels. Both were semi-hard, and one had a glistening cock that looked like he had just been fucking. He shook his cummy cock at me, smiling, as his buddy bent over the bench and pulled his cheeks apart, showing off a sloppy freshly-bred asshole. My mouth started to water. They laughed and said something in Dutch that I didn’t understand. ‘English,’ the top asked me. ‘American.’ I replied. ‘He wants to know if you want to fuck him…’ I was instantly rock hard and walked up to the bottom’s upturned ass. "Condom?" I asked. They both shook their heads no, and the bottom spread his cheeks wider. I lined up my raw cock and slapped it against his shiny wet hole. He backed up onto it, and I gasped as I easily slid all the way inside. The top walked up behind me and tweaked my nipples, sliding his slimy cock between my ass cheeks. The bottom sank himself until my balls were tight against him. They both babbled in Dutch as I pounded that hole. "Breed him," the top hissed into my ear. I could feel my orgasm building in my gut, and shot my load into his eager friend’s ass. I bent forward to catch my breath, still inside the wet hole below me. The top took that as an invitation and lurched forward, tearing my ass open. I knew he was in me raw, and I didn’t stop him. He had been rubbing off against my ass, surely leaking precum. That precum and the bottom’s ass juice still on his cock were the only lube as he jackrabbited against my ass. His fucking kept me hard, and even though the bottom was still, he was clenching his gut muscles. Just as the top started breathing more quickly and fired off his load into me, I lost another load inside the bottom. The top pulled out and walked into the showers, smiling at me, and beckoning for his friend to join him. The bottom kissed me on the mouth and fingered my ass a bit. He stammered as best as he could in English, "Nothing like fresh toxic cum…." My jaw dropped, and then I shrugged as I thought to myself 'My boy and I had both been taking cum from strangers for a long time. We certainly must had taken more than one POZ load. No big deal, right?'. Then why was I getting hard again, especially after just having cum twice? To be continued…

By my standards - and they are pretty basic, a lot of tops tell me fucking low - no cock or load refused - it has been a quiet week. Sure on Sunday I had five men pump seven loads into me and my pighole was in heaven - but the working week began and the drought set in. As I live 50 kms out of Sydney city - where 99.9% of the raw top cock is - getting in there during the week is difficult. But for me going without getting fucked for 24 hours is difficult. So yesterday after not having had cock for two days I was climbing the wall so I gave Grindr a go. Eureka - got two fucks - but both safe. After the second one left I carefully picked up both rubbers and tipped them into and onto my mouth smearing the two men's seed on my lips and swirling it about in my mouth so their seed cocktail blended together. The strong flavour of a man's seed sends my senses into overdrive. To me it is both the greatest taste on the planet and the greatest pleasure I get from being fucked safe. I was taught correctly by my ex - and I cannot bear to waste a man's seed. It just has to go in me. The taste of the seed and my partially satisfied cunt just made me crave more cock and seed - and it was just so hard to accept that I had a family engagement and it was all over for the day. I had to get dressed and get the total slut in me, which always remains one millimetre below my skin's surface, to allow my brain to focus on other things other than cock or seed. Pretty hard when you are addicted to cock. Having been single for four years now - I find being the best cockpig I can be is fucking hard work. I was very privileged to have my ex train me for 14 years and guide my entire sex life. He knew I was a slut and the thought of him owning his own slut appealed to him - so I never had to worry about one thing. He organised everything for me - my gangbangs, my group sex, pimping me out in venues, my conversion party, my greasy pig parties (where he would smear me in baby oil, tie me to the fuckbench in our playroom, blindfold me and organise at least a group of eight tops to fuck me as much as they wanted. He filmed my gangbangs at home, always made sure every weekend that I serviced at least a dozen tops. He even sent me home for a finishing off fuck with top mates of his and he just made the rules. I had no say in who fucked me, when, where or how - he totally owned my journey to slutdom. The rules were simple but pretty strict. I was never allowed to refuse any cock he wanted me to take. Nor was I ever allowed to worry about my own cock and cumming while servicing tops. He claimed that took my concentration of my top's cock and seed. I remember once had organised a 10 top gangbang for me - and this Arab huy with a massive cock was giving me the best fucking pounding. He hit every spot inside my mancunt with that huge boner and I was loving it. So much so, that as he was fucking me doggy I reached under and started to rub my own cock and balls such was the pleasure this man's cock was giving me. My ex waited till he finished and I had thanked the top and cleaned up his cock and balls (I always had to clean my top's cock and balls up after they had fucked me and suck the last straws of seed remaining in their shaft) - when he took me off the fuckbench, tied me to cross, put his leather spikey glove and masturbated me till is came. He smeared the lube on the next guy and said to me "now you are gonna take another 10 cocks straight after cumming to teach you to concentrate on your tops' cocks." "This is not about you slut - it is about these men here - you are just here to please us, take our cocks and take our seed." He strapped me on the fuckbench and told the guys to hammer "the cunt out of him - teach him to concentrate on cock". It was the first time in my life I had been fucked straight after cumming - and the first cock hurt as the mood had left me. The guy really drove hard as Steve encouraged him to hammer me and a few of the other guys joined in the encouragement. Steve knew by the look on my face I was having difficulty with the first cock after cumming and he enjoyed the fact the cock was hurting me. The guy blew and Steve immediately rammed his nice thick 7" cut cock straight in and really pounded me - it was such a brutal fuck that I was having trouble keeping the cock I was cleaning up that had just blew in me - in my mouth. It was a lesson well learned and I never touched myself again during my training. He kept me there till I had taken 10 more cocks (the Arab even had a second helping). I was also always buttplugged if there was a hiatus between tops to keep all the seed in me for lube. Steve hated lube and my first cock was always taken with my own saliva but after the first breeding I was always taught to push some back for the next top's lube. While my training was constant and demanding I soon began to look forward to the weekends knowing I was going to get banged senseless, bred several times, get to suck beautiful cocks and spend the weekend with the acrid taste of cum driving me wild. I became addicted to the taste of seed as I did to cock itself - and Steve told me I would. Often I would have to suck him off two or the times during the week and spit his seed into an ice cube tray which he would put in my mouth when I was getting my first breeding on Friday nights. The combination of a cock in my cunt and his cum cube melting in my mouth just made me want every second of the weekend to be like that! If we went to a venue and he saw any rubbers on the ground full of jizz he would feed them to me while a dude was fucking me and I loved it. Steve was never shy about where he was taking me. He always told me that I was "his slut" and I obeyed his rules. Only once did I break the rules - I couldn't help myself I met a guy walking through the park, he let me know he was interested and my cunt twitched. I ended up in the beat, shorts against my ankles up against the wall getting fucked and bred. I though I was just being a good slut and not saying no to cock. He was fuming that I had picked someone to fuck me. My punishment was swift. He organised a with one his mate's Asian bottoms (the Asian bottoms partner had fucked me several times anyway as he and Steve were friends). I was caged and tied to the cross and made to watch as the nine of them took turns breeding the Asian slut. I wasn't allowed any cock or seed for the whole weekend and Steve even made me lay in the bed caged and handcuffed while he spent the weekend giving this blond slut a constant breeding. I was so envious and horny watching him breed him over and over again and I knew the slut was enjoying it too as he was giving me this very satisfied and "ha ha" kind of look as Steve was breeding his hole or feeding his cock into his mouth. I was well trained and this weekend I intend to put that to good use and to set a record. The most different cocks I have ever taken in one session is 14 - one after the other. I have been fucked 22 times in a session but several of the men doubled up. I intend to use the sling and the fuck bench tomorrow night at a venue to break that record. I want 20 different cocks in me and I don't care if I have to stay all night to achieve it. Yep being a cumslut is hard work - but gee the cock and seed make it all worthwhile!!!

I broke up with my bf and I am looking to celebrate in Vegas. I want this to be my Treasure Island moment. Looking to host at my hotel (Caesars) or meet up at an area bathhouse Sunday, April 10. Sub wild kinky bttm into take charge tops that want to use me until rest of my friends, including me ex get into town. I want the pleasure of telling him so he knows that it is over. Any suggestions on the bathhouses? Leaning towards this so more can join. Anonymous is cool, so if you have a friend wanting to play that is cool. Like take charge tops that like to pimp out their bottoms too. Bring what you need to make things fun (toys, lube, poppers, etc.). Spit and cum make the best lube so that is what I plan to use. I wouldn't be disappointed if someone gave me a little bump as a surprise. Hung guys and guys that like to kiss to the front of the line. Looking for guys that want to have fun and have an open mind. Exploring and testing limits are cool.

I've RSVP'd for this party a few times in the last few months, but always chickened out. Now, I've been exclusively raw for a few years now, but have been careful about those guys with whom I've played, as I kept stressing about taking poz loads. But recently I've just decided that if I'm going to be the pig barebacker that I know I am, I'll just have to get over my phobia of it, embrace it and PIG OUT. Thanks to a pup bud of mine, who is now poz and proud (into whom I pumped a couple good loads a few weeks ago), I've come out of my fear of it. In fact my pup bud and I are going to hook up at IML next weekend and he is going to pump his toxic puppy load into my hole. But back to the Cumunion party. I sucked up the nerve, cleaned out my hole, injected a little j-lube into my hole to moisten it up and hit the road for the 30 minute drive to Fort Lauderdale. I got there and checked my clothes, and, wearing only my harness, yellow neoprene "Nasty Pig" jock and boots, I walked into the pool area. Within five minutes I was on my knees sucking a hung dude. After sucking him for a few minutes I turned around and bent over presenting my ass to him. He pulled my cheeks apart, spit on my hole, and in he went. It was a little uncomfortable at first since it'd been about a month or longer since I was penetrated, but I took one for the team as he fucked me for about five minutes. A group of guys started to gather around, but after a few minutes he withdrew, commenting it it took him a while to work up a load. No sooner had he pulled out when I saw a hot Latino dude standing there stroking his cock through a cock jock. I reached over and started stroking him and he started tweaking my nipples as I played with his smooth uncut cock. It was not real thick, but had good length to it, so I dropped and sucked him hard. When he was hard I assumed the same position I had presented to the first guy but getting to my feet, turning around, and offering him my ass. He slid into my already spit-lubed and loosened hole, but as with the previous dude, he slid out after five or so minutes and stepped back into the darkness. Before, however, I could look up another groaning top dude rammed his throbbing cock into my hole. I'm not even sure what he looked like, as I said, I didn't have time to stand up, but before I knew it he let out a "FUCK YEAH!!!" as his cock throbbed in side my hole. It was my first load at the party, and it was a nice one at that. When he pulled out I could even feel a little trickle of cum and ass juices sliding out of my hole. This went on for a good hour, going from cock to cock and back around again. Many guys fucked me three or four times over the course of the hour. While getting fucked by one guy I saw some hot beefy dude with a biohazard tattoo on his shoulder. I watched him nailing this one dude and I dropped to suck on the bottom's cock. I guess the top saw my yellow jock on and he pulled his cock out of the dude's ass as he had already started pissing all over my head and ass of the bottom. Without hesitation I opened wide and drank right from the tap. Fuckin' great! Finally I guess the tops had been edged enough.. one after another I went back to the guys who had been taking turns on me... two loads, three loads... and finally back to the first guy. He pulled me into a small room that had a cum-soaked bed in it. Pushing me face down, he climbed on top and rammed mercilessly into my ass. I could feel him growing thicker and harder into my burning hole from all the cock, but he just kept pounding away, to the point, in fact, that part of me was thinking I should call it quits as my ass was growing quite sore, but before I could make-up my mind he exclaimed "I'm cumming!" So of course I pushed my ass up on his shaft and he deposited every drop deep inside me. I stood up.. ass oozing with who knows how much toxic cum. I slid into my jeans, grabbed a bottle of water and walked to the car to drive back home, my ass oozing. Wow. Now I can't wait to be bred at IML!!! Bring it on, pup!

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Until he moved away to Missouri, I used to get bred by a guy on weekend mornings pretty regularly. I knew him only by his bbrts handle. He drove his Mercedes to my house after checking to see if I was available, which I always was. He was usually dressed in cowboy boots, pressed jeans and a white shirt, like a cowboy going out on the town. I would suck his cock while he watched bareback sex videos I'd have going for him, then he'd pull me up, push me onto the bed face down and shove his cock in my cumhole. He'd fuck me a little, then squirt a load into me. I never knew his name, but I got dozens of poz loads from him.

This story just keeps getting better and better the more fucked up the brothers get. Keep them cumming.

I didn't think I'd be taking raw dick but a couple times tops just did what they wanted and then I got hooked. The first time I met up with a latino, we both said we're safe and versatile. I get to his place, we start making out and playing with each other. I'm sucking his fat uncut dick and he tells me he wants to see my ass, and starts rimming me. Then pulls me toward him, we're standing up, and he works his dick inside me. I didn't think it would go in, it did and it was awesome. He fucked like his life was at stake, and after about 20 minutes of steady pounding, still standing up, he explodes inside me. I forgot how good it felt having cum inside me. He's still inside my ass, kissing me while we still stand up. After awhile he slides out, hands me my underwear and looking into my eyes tells me "I want you to leave that up your ass all night papi". Damn it was so hot. I was speechless. About a year later I invite a guy over from A4A, no pic, profile says safe only. Average looking guy, he told me he thought I wouldn't want to meet because I'd think he's ugly--he was't a looker but ok. He shows up, we have awkward conversation, then he rubs his dick. I get on my knees in front of him, pull it out and suck. He leans down kissing me, tells me he wants to see my ass. We go into bedroom and he says he wants to just rub against my crack. Ok. He lubes up and rubs against me, and we're both groaning how good we feel. Then he starts putting the head against the asslips, "I just want to feel you on my head for a minute" he says. Then he starts going in an inch or two. Two minutes later he's sliding deep into me fucking me telling me my ass feels great and he will stop soon. He starts slamming hard and deep then cums deep saying how much he likes how I feel. He slows down stays in my ass and slowly starts fucking again on his massive load--I am totally flooded with his cum. About 15 minutes later he cums again inside my full ass, nutt slowly drips on my balls, he never leaves my back. He was on my back for about 40 minutes and two loads. He kept coming over every Tuesday for about 5 weeks repeating the same scene--saying he's not going to cum this time, he just wants to feel my asslips on his dickhead. He considered himself straight and couldn't handle liking a guys ass, so he stopped. Wished he came over again. So much for safe sex. More "safe only" stories to follow.

2. I wander down the hall my towel only loosely around my waist. I was in a daze. I had done a lot more than I usually do, I was rock hard leaking and still very horny and feeling the poppers. Mindlessly I walked around and ended up in at the door to the dark room. No lights inside but I could hear the noises coming from and now the noticeable smell I associated with poppers. My cock twitched and unthinking I started to slowly walk in. The light from the hall illuminated a little of the way in and I slowed my steps, feeling hands reaching out , my towel disappeared in seconds. I felt someone come up behind me and whisper in my ear as an arm wrapped around my neck and a bottle was held to my nose. “Awfully rude to leave when things were just getting started” I recognized the voice of construction daddy the smell from the bottle wafted up and I was getting warmer again. My head was held immobile until I thought I was going to pass out. I was swimming and hard and super horny. The sounds of men around me sounded even louder. Before I knew what I was doing I was on my knees, my mouth wrapped around that big cock and I was sucking hard. I could feel the cold cum from who knows how many men coating my hair legs as I kneeled on the floor. Construction daddy grabbed my head and pushed into me hard. I felt someone come alongside me and glance to the right. In the spare bit of light from the door I could see the man next to me on the floor. He was thing with a belly and he had a crazed look in his eye. He started rubbing my back with his hands. I could feel the cum from the floor on his hands as he rubbed it into me. I was disgusted. Here I was on my knees having some old troll rub cum with god knows what in it all over me. Before I could do anything Construction Daddy place the bottle to my nose and buried me on his cock. I was forced to take more hits. The troll was rubbing lower smearing more cum over me. I fell his hands spread my cheeks and cool air on my hole. His hands was dripping more cum on my crack and I felt it as his slid it up and down. Men close by seemed to be watching, I heard some grunting and felt warm splashed of fresh cum hit my ass. More grunting as more men rained their cum down on me. The troll kept working it into my ass, now fingering me with the cum, opening my hole up. I felt 4 of his spidery fingers in me, I was in a daze as Daddy started to grunt and his warm cum shot in my mouth. I drank it down. When he pulled off I was gasping for air. I heard what sounded like an aerosol can noise and towel was placed in my mouth and held there. Gasping I tasted something sweet and my head swam. I instantly wanted more cock in my mouth. The cloth was removed and one hoarse whisper escaped my lips. “More”

I have a couple rosebud pumps. They're awesome. I wish I had more time to devote to blowing out (or sucking out) my hole. Love having gaping asslips.

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."

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.

I met a guy at the bar Friday night. My leather and bondage gear caught his eye. He told me he was into rough sex, and that made my ass tingle. My wrists had leather restraints, and he used those to put my hands wherever he wanted. I had one hand fondling his dick and balls through a hole in his jeans. He asked me if I liked his PA. His dick felt large, but soft. He told me that tackling a guy and forcing himself on him is what made him hard. We ended up at his place. He said he was going to tie me up and rape me. I looked into his eyes and I knew what he wanted. I told him to fuck off and started to leave. I ended up gagged, face down, ass in the air, wrists secured with rope, and rope securing my ankles to a spreader. He sure wasn't lying when he said he liked it rough. He was hard as a rock, and forced his pierced cock deep into my hole almost all at once. I struggled and shouted into the gag, and that just egged him on to be rougher. My ass got a bit torn up, but when he bottomed out in me and I felt his load pulsing into my hole I was in heaven. After he untied me he gave me deep passionate kisses. When we woke up in the morning he held me down and fucked me again. I don't know his name or his status.

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 .

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.

Second hookup last night. I received a grindr message from a hot, hung white guy begging to fuck my asian ass. I hesitated since I was already loaded, but once I told him that he was even more determined to add his. I'm rarely in to white guys (a bit complicated as to why) but a ripped bod and hung, thick dick are enough to get my slutty side out. He lives across the street from me lol ... I get to his place and normally I'm put to work sucking dick. No, he had different ideas. He throws me on my back on his kitchen floor, and just rips off his boxers and sits on my face. I mean, putting a lot of weight on my face lol ... I take the hint and start using my tongue, licking and eating his ass. He's jacking off while I'm eating his ass, then he starts sucking me ... making me even more horny and making my rim job even more intense. I bust my load in just a few minutes ... then he picks me up, bends me over his couch, and lubes me with my own cum ... even though I have a thick load up there already. Without warning he slides in to me, gently and lovingly ... which is good cuz he's more hung than the bbc (thicker I should say, only 8 inches long). Damn he's moaning and calling be a good slut from feeling both loads around his dick. Once his balls hit my ass he was anything but gentle. He was extremely rough ... also slapping my ass ... and long dicking me, pulling out with just the tip in, then slamming bank in balls deep. I couldn't help but whimper and moan, begging for for his load. He came in me about 10 minutes in to fucking, using one of his big hands to choke me and the other to pull on my hair, while he flooded my hole. He pulled out and without asking, pinched my nose and slid in my mouth when I went to breathe. Sucked him clean then he abruptly started pissing in my mouth. He held my head in place making me swallow. Once done he threw my clothes at me and told me to get my slut ass out lol.

Will be in Atlanta at the end of the month. Love for a Dom Top to whore me out. No Load Refused. Don't know the city well. Love a Real Man to take control. Hit me up here or at whorecum@yahoo.com twitter.com/cumcunt bttmsubslut.tumblr.com

Love poppers use, really gets me on, uhm and hairy armpits licking... Love it!!

Definetly more popper use. Also love it when a daddy has a boy on his back plowing him and the daddy's hands are wrapped around his ankles and the daddy pulls the boys foot in and starts sucking on his toes or bites the arch of his foot (this is my personal favorite a daddy does to me) More intense eye contact face to face while breeding. Dad son kissing. Intense passionate kissing. I'm a hopeless romantic

Once I was chatting with a guy on Manhunt whose profile pic was of his tramp stamp. He asked me to unlock. I did, he immediately blocked me. Later, at a church picnic, one of my fellow church members removed his shirt and guess what I saw tattooed on the small of his back. Also, before we moved, on two or three occasions, I saw friends of my sons on A4A or Grindr; including this one kid who used to spend the night at our house when he was 13 -14. My son informed me he became a notorious gay slut in college.

Hello Sir's. I'm a bottom boy from America that is looking for something different in my life. I'm tired to the politics and going to school here and was looking to temperately moving to Australia for a while to work and meet some people. It would be awesome to find someone to help me find a place (or a roommate) to stay for a while and help me adjust living in the city before finding a single place of my own. I am willing to be used and shared/pimped out to other tops for your pleasure. Please let me know if you guys are interested.

Just now, a regular buddy text said he'd be over in about an hour. When he was 5 minutes away he text, "dim lights, leave your lubed ass up facing the unlocked door". I said yessir! I got into position over the arm of my sofa ass out, my head down. He's not hung, 5 1/2", but blows massive loads, can go for awhile and you can tell he's really into it. He didn't say a word, i just heard the door open and shut, undo his belt buckle and unzip. Felt his hands playing with my asshole, slap me a few times, then just slid straight in and started pounding for about 15 minutes, grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head pulling me harder onto his dick. I could feel he was fucking me with his dick through his boxers' piss slit and can feel the fabric when he slams into me--hot! I could hear his breathing get heavier, then slammed balls deep pumping out another big load. He always leaves it inside me as my ass muscles milk all his cum. He's still holding my hair, turns my head to the side dick still inside me, and slaps my face a few times saying, "stay like this and keep my jizz inthat pussy bitch", then goes into the bathroom to wash off. He comes out, zips up fastens his buckle, slaps my face again a little harder and calls me a good fucking bitch hole only worth holding his cum all night, then leaves. I'm sleeping with his cum inside all night.

Hot.. Know those rest areas well.

My advice is to hang back and watch what people are doing. If you are not comfortable engaging, just enjoy the show. Whatever you do, don't let a guy's cock leave one ass and go straight into yours. Have him wipe his dick off or grab him after he has showered. Dicks going from hole to hole is the PERFECT way to catch something in no time flat. And yes most STDs can be cleared up with a trip to the free clinic, but Hep C is a bitch. That's the one that caused me to be a lot more careful at these parties as it can take up to 12 weeks to clear if you have access to the new (expensive) meds. Most guys at these parties know their HIV status (or don't care). Most don't know their Hep C status and unfortunately don't care. You've been warned.

Justin Converts to a Cumwhore A few days after we had met up, I got a call from Justin. “Hey buddy, what’s up?” I asked him “Not much, just been thinking on what we did the other day.” “Yea? What kind of thinking?” “How much I really enjoyed it, and the fact that I want to keep doing it. I really want to take more poz cock and cum, it’s become like a craving to me.” “I know how you feel buddy, I always want cock and cum in my hole. You going to meet up with Ryan and Dave and let them Poz you up?” “Yea, that is why I was calling you. Wondered if you wanted to go with me again. Think I want to try two cocks, but can’t take both of theirs. Was thinking I could take yours and one of theirs.” “I’d be up for that. When were you thinking of meeting up with them again?” “Well, it would have to be over the weekend, as have classes and other shit to deal with.” “Yea, understand that. If you don’t want to wait till then, you can come up here and let Rob and I fuck you. Our cocks are about the same size, so not as big as the daddy cocks.” “I think I could take a little time for that one night this week. When you guys free?” “Right now, any time after 6. Only have weight training practices till after Thanksgiving holiday.” “Cool, think I could come up tomorrow night?” “Yea, we can do that. See you tomorrow Buddy. Just text me and I will meet you and bring you onto campus.” “Great! See you tomorrow and look forward to meeting Rob.” We hung up, and I let rob know that night that Justin was coming over the next night, and that we had to play at being Neg boys even though he wanted Poz cock and cum since he didn’t know about me yet. The next evening as we were walking back to the dorm after weights, I got the text from Justin that he was near campus and where should we meet. I had him wait at the corner he was on and Rob and I jogged over to meet him. Rob let out a low Whistle when he spotted Justin. “Too bad we can’t let him know he is getting Poz loads from us, even if he will be family.” “Yea,” I replied “wait till you slide into him, it is an ass made to be a cumdump.” When we finally got to him, I introduced Justin to Rob, and suggested we head over to the dorm for a bit of fun. On the short walk over, we made small talk, and got to eye each other and start our inner fantasies of how the night would go. Once we were inside, we all fell onto the bed and began to make out with each other as we stripped off clothes. Finally naked, Rob and I began to work over Justin and get him ready to take our bare cocks. I spread his legs and began to rim his tight pucker, getting it lose and slick with my spit for the fucking. Rob kissed Justin and began to play with his cock. After a few minutes, I moved up to his cock and Rob replaced me eating Justin’s ass. The boy was really enjoying our oral skills, but soon he pushed both of us away. “Though I love how your mouths feel, I came here to get both your cocks in my ass, and I really need to get fucked! I need to feel bare cocks in my ass and then feel you shoot in me.” “Wow, for someone who was afraid of barebacking a few days ago, you really are becoming a cumslut.” I said to him “Yea, thanks to you! Now get those cocks in me and stretch me out. Want to feel both of you in me at the same time so I can take those daddy cocks together.” I lay on my back, and Justin straddled me and sank down onto my bare cock. Once I was balls deep in his ass, Rob pushed him down so the two of us were kissing as he spit on his cock and began to slide it into Justin next to mine. Justin let out a groan of pain as his ass was forced open even further to accept Rob’s cock beside mine. But he took it and soon I felt Rob’s balls on top of mine. “You got two cocks in that ass now, how’s it feel buddy?” I asked Justin. “I feel like I am being split in two, but I love the feeling of being so full!” He said. “Wait till you feel us both start moving.” Rob said as he slowly withdrew his cock from Justin then pushed back in as deep as he could go. Rob and I got our rhythm going, and soon we were both really fucking Justin deep and opening him up. “Yea, guys, pound my ass! Give me that cum!” Justin begged us. About 20 minutes after we had first slid into his hole, I could tell that Rob was getting ready to spray Justin’s insides with his poz cum. “Get ready buddy, I’m going to give you my cum.” Rob said. “Give it to me!” Justin all but shouted. A few more pumps and I felt Rob’s cock pulse as he fired off his load into Justin. That sent me over the edge, and I shoved in as far as I could and as I kissed Justin hard began to add my seed to what Rob was pumping into Justin’s bare ass. Rob kissed the back of Justin’s neck and I kept kissing him as we both came down from our climaxes. After several minutes, our cocks softened and popped out of Justin. “Whoa, now I feel completely empty after having both of you in me.” Justin said as we all laid on the bed, chilling out. “Well, I think there is enough cum in you though.” Rob said as he played with Justin’s ass and felt the cum dripping out of him. “Yea, you guys both opened me up in more ways than one.” Justin replied. “But did you enjoy having two cocks in you at the same time?” I asked him. “Oh yea, it was great! I can’t wait to do it again. Going to be one of my new favorite things. Guess I just need to be careful that I don’t get too stretched out and ruin it for when I only have one cock to fuck me.” “You would be amazed at how quickly your ass will recover. And speaking of recovered, I think rob and I are ready for another round with you, if you want.” I said noticing that Rob was getting hard again while playing with Justin’s hole. “I don’t think I can handle both of you fucking me again, but maybe we can do something else I have wanted to try with two guys. Can I get fucked while sucking the other off?” Justin replied. “I think we can handle that.” I said as Rob and I maneuvered Justin so that his head was between my legs and his ass was in the air for Rob to fuck. Rob pounded his ass while I fed him my cock and fucked his throat. After we used him for a good fifteen minutes, I rotated so I was under him and began to suck on his rock hard cock. It didn’t take long till he was shooting his load down my throat. Soon after that I gave him a load of mine to taste as I creamed in his mouth. Rob grunted and told him to take his seed as he shot his second load into Justin’s ass. Again, we all collapsed onto the bed and snuggled for a few minutes. “Well, I hate to cut it short, would love to spend the night fucking away with you both, but I need to get back to my room and ready for tomorrow’s classes. But I really enjoyed it all.” Justin said has he got off the bed and began to rummage through the pile of clothes we had all tossed to the floor. “No problem Buddy.” I said “Any time you want a repeat let me know. I am sure we can fit you in.” “Thanks guys, you really helped me out tonight. I do want to repeat it again soon, but first is to get DP’d with a poz daddy cock to help get me to where I need to be.” Justin said as he finished getting dressed. I got out of bed, threw on a pair of shorts and tee, slipped on my flipflops and grabbed my keys to walk Justin down. “See you Later Rob, and thanks for everything.” Justin said as we walked out the door. “Anytime sexy.” Rob replied as the door closed. Justin and I headed down in silence. At the door to our dorm, I said good bye, and that I would text him about the weekend with the Daddies. He gave me a peck on the cheek and with a wave headed back to his school. I went back up to my room and Rob and I got some studying done before heading to bed.

So fuckin twisted. Think that's the hottest story I'ver ever read...

I'm in a similar boat to you. I was diagnosed mid-April and I'm 28. I've had one or two "serious relationships" and they've ended VERY badly. While I'm caucasian and therefore don't have to deal with the, let's call it what it is, racism that you have, I've been diagnosed with Bipolar disorder since I was 18 and have been struggling with depression, anxiety, mania and suicidal urges since I was 8. No, that's not a typo, my first suicide attempt was when I was eight years old. I had pretty much given up on ever finding love BEFORE I tested positive, since after all, who wants a boyfriend who's literally insane and even on disability because work environments can be stressful enough for me to get panic attacks or even get suicidal. I'm telling you this because I met someone. He likes me for me. He knows I have HIV and mental illness and he thinks I'm awesome. He's handsome, kind, clever, funny and honest. It's new, it's not even officially a relationship yet (my diagnosis is too recent and he's fresh out of a relationship) but it's heading there quickly. I'm not telling you this to brag but to explain that there's always hope. There's someone out there right now that will think you're amazing for being you. Don't give up hope and be prepared to meet someone in a place you don't expect. I met my boy in a support group. Best of luck, and be strong.

Gave a load to an ex boyfriend Sat night. Hadn't seen him in two years but he came over, we had a drink on my 8th floor highrise patio. I whipped it out and he started sucking me before I moved him inside. Turned into more of a hatefuck than anything - no lube and just a little spit and hard-fucked him and gave him two loads. Dick was a little pink when I pulled out - but that's pretty much to be expected. He's still neg, somehow, but I'm working on it.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 15 Charles seemed to be developing a desire for more in his life than being a single, poz gifter. He was spending a lot of time with Zak, and a bond appeared to be forming between the three of us. Sunday morning, while Charles was fucking another charged load into my hungry ass, Jonathan and Coty’s transformation from boys into hot, POZ, gay, men had begun. Jonathan’s fuck flu was in full throttle. Like the rest of us, as sick as he was he was horny as fuck that his body was being consumed with HIV, and he begged for Ian’s cock in his hungry cunt. Ian mounted Jonathan’s feverish, sweaty body and planted more virus into his hole. It also helped Ian take his mind off his breakup with Brian, and bring him back to what he loved…..poz breeding. Coty, on the other hand, was experiencing a much less intense seroconversion. His symptoms were more annoying than anything. He woke in a pool of sweat feeling wiped out with a headache. During the night his entire abdomen sprouted an unusual rash that looked like a network of fine, raised, red, blood vessels. His arms and elbows were so itchy he felt he could scratch them bloody. While Ian was dumping a load into Jonathan’s ass, Coty joined in and impaled himself on Jonathan’s diseased cock and milked his toxic jizz into his cunt. After popping a Benadryl and dowsing himself with hydrocortisone cream he rubbed out a huge load of poz spunk and stopped scratching long enough to drift off to sleep. When I returned to Milwaukee Sunday night I discovered a feverish Jonathan curled up in bed with Coty. Sobbing could be heard from my bedroom where Ian was in tears hugging my pillow. I slid into bed and held him. He clung onto my arm and nuzzled his head against mine. “What’s wrong, Ian?” “I’ve made a mess of things.” “What happened? Maybe it can be fixed.” Between tears, “Brian knows I’m poz and have been trying to convert him. He broke up with me…….What was I thinking? I was a fool to think I could have it all. I shouldn’t have given him my poz loads. Maybe he would have accepted me being poz and stayed with me. I hoped he would be as turned on by poz as I am, but he never will be and he’ll never forgive me.” “How did he find out?” “I thought I was sending a text to Coty, and I screwed up and sent it to Brian by mistake.” “Does he know Zak and I pozzed you?” “No. I tried to explain why I chased and tried to infect him with HIV, but he wouldn’t listen. He told me to get out.” “Let things settle down. It’s a lot to take in if you’re not chasing. You gave him a taste of poz pig play. Maybe he’ll realize just how hot it is and want to charge up.” “I doubt it. You should have seen him. He was so angry with me.” I popped my head into the spare bedroom to check on Jonathan and Coty. It appeared as though Jonathan was converting, and I was pleased to find my suspicions confirmed. Jonathan was uncovered and sleeping naked. He was sweating so much he was laying on a towel. Coty was curled up next to Jonathan. His stiff shaft protruded from the sheet half draped across his body. I noticed an odd looking rash to his abdomen, something I had never seen, but heard it was a symptom sometimes found in people newly infected with HIV. My dick began to grow. All three of my boys were now poz, and all our play together would be true pig play, because every load being shared was now toxic. I text Zak: “I’m home…..good news: Jonathan and Coty are converting. Bad news: Brian found out Ian is poz and trying to charge him up and dumped him.” “Hot about Jonathan and Coty…..YES!! Not much I can say about Ian…..Tell him I’m sorry. It was hot, but he was playing with fire.” “I know…..it was hot though. Brian did take 5 poz loads, so he may still charge up.” “Woof, babe. I love you.” “Ditto!!” First thing Monday morning Brian contacted his doctor who squeezed him in for an afternoon appointment. While driving to his doctor’s office he pulled up to a stop light. The car ahead of him had two bumper stickers that read, “Take it Like a Man,” and “There’s Nothing Negative About Me.” After checking in at the front desk he sat in the lounge and looked for anything that might catch his attention while anxiously waiting for his name to be called. He saw a display ad for HIV sitting on an end table…. “Know your status…..get tested.” Flipping through the reading material he came across a magazine…..POZ. He skimmed more magazines, and a sports one caught his eye. Brian thought, “Oh that might have some hot pics of men to see.” He tried to pull it from the stack, but it slipped from his hand, fell to the floor and opened to an ad for the HIV medication, Atripla. He sighed and shook his head. Frustrated, he flipped the magazine shut and tossed it back on the table. “Fuck,” He nervously crossed his legs and thought to himself, “Does every fucking thing I look at have to deal with HIV? And why the fuck is my fucking cock half erect? FUCK!!!!” The medical assistant finally called Brian to the exam room. He sat in the corner chair and fingered through the magazines on the counter; finally nothing dealing with HIV. Then Brian glanced around the room, and on the wall was a pamphlet….”Knowledge is power…... “Poz, poz, poz,” he said…..”Thanks Ian….it’s all I can fucking think about now.” Then it dawned on him….even his doctor’s name was AIDS spelled backwards…..Dr. Scott Dias (S. Dias). “What the fuck!!!” he said. Dr. Dias greeted Brian and asked, “So what’s going on?” Brian responded, “Well, I found out my partner has been cheating one me and was infected with HIV. I didn’t know he was positive and we had unprotected sex, so now I’ve been exposed myself to HIV. I need to know if there is anything I can do.” Dr. Dias said, “First the two of you need to only have protected sex. How long ago was the exposure?” “It happened several times over the last few weeks,” Brian said. “Well, it’s too early to test you for HIV. If you show no symptoms after 3 months you should have an HIV test. If you develop symptoms within the first 3 months you should get tested at that time.” “Well, what about PrEP? Would that help?” “You can try it, but there are no guarantees after 72 hours post exposure, and you’re definitely past that 72 hour window. You can try PrEP if you want. It may stop the virus if you’ve been infected.” Brian responded, “So it’s possibly too late already?” then realized his cock was again half erect. He shifted in his seat to try and conceal the erection forming in his pants. (He thought, what the hell is going on? Why the fuck am I boning up again)? “I’d still like to try the PrEP if I can,” he added. Dr. Dias said, “Of course….I’ll write the prescription. And don’t worry, you’re going to be fine.” “Fine? I don’t feel fine, Doc. I’m freaking out.” “Brian, you really will be alright. HIV is much more manageable than it used to be. In the meantime, try to relax. Contact me if you have any problems, okay?” Dr. Dias discussed the need to know information with PrEP and sent Brian on his way. Driving to the pharmacy Brian thought about the bareback fucking with Ian. In the past safe sex was all he knew. The past several weeks with Ian played over and over in his head. He remembered asking for Ian’s cum and Ian asking him if he was sure he wanted it. Ian also told him he was giving all of his juices to him. He pictured Ian’s cock firing off poz cum deep inside him and remembered how good Ian’s shaft felt inside of him bare. He loved having cum in his ass. Brian began to cry and at the same time his cock was fully erect. Brian obtained his PrEP and returned home. He took a pill from the bottle and placed it on the dining room table then sat and stared at it. “Why am I hesitating,” he asked himself? “Just take the damn thing.” His shaft again stiffened, and he found himself stroking his meat while the pill remained untouched on the table in front of him. Brian suddenly stopped jacking off, grabbed the pill, dropped it back in the prescription bottle, and shoved them aside. He stared at the PrEP bottle with his hard shaft pulsing and bouncing in the front of him then grabbed his phone and text Zeek: “Zeek, are you around?” “Yep….I’m here….what’s up?” “I don’t know what’s going on with me. I really need to talk to someone. Can we get together?” “Sure….I have time now if that works for you.” “Can I come over?” “Sure.” I sent Brian my address. “See you in a bit.” “Thanks.” I immediately called Ian. “Can you get here stat? Brian just text me. He wants to talk. He’s coming to my place.” “I’m on my way.” “He can’t know you’re here, so park around the corner.” Jonathan and Coty were upstairs in bed still symptomatic going through their seroconversion. Ian arrived, and when Brian pulled up to the house I told Ian to hide in the entry hall closet. As he stepped in he chuckled, “I never thought I’d be going back into the closet.” He could not only listen but see us through the slatted doors. Brian sat next to me on the sofa, obviously very distraught. He nervously said, “Please keep this to yourself, okay. I didn’t know who else to turn to.” “Of course,” I said. “What’s wrong, Brian?” “Well…..Ian and I broke up.” “I’m so sorry, Brian. What happened?” (I glanced at the closet where Ian was hiding). “I found out Ian’s been cheating on me. He’s been barebacking with poz guys and now he’s poz too.” (I played dumb) “Oh, wow.” “He has some turn on for poz that he said he tried to resist.” I put my arm around Brian and rubbed him on the shoulder and felt my cock twitch in my jeans. “That’s a lot to take in at once.” “That’s not all.” Tears dripped from Brian’s cheeks. “We started barebacking together. He was purposely trying to infect me. He said he hoped I would have the same turn on for poz.” I could see Brian’s cock was fully erect down his pants leg. “Did he cum in you?” Brian’s cock throbbed, “Yes, several times, and my doc said I’m outside the window for PrEP.” I put my hand on Brian’s thigh, and my own dick was now boned up. I brushed lightly against Brian’s hard shaft, “So how do you feel about that?” His meat throbbed, “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on with me.” “Could Ian be right? Deep down are you actually turned on by it?” He defensively said, “No, what? Why would you even say that?” I slid my hand up his thigh and across his hard meat, “Because your cock tells me otherwise.” His dick flexed against my grasp. He firmly replied, “Of course I’m not turned on by poz.” “It’s okay if you are, you know. What’s so bad if you are?” I continued to stroke Brian’s cock through his tight jeans, and I could feel a wet spot of precum forming on his pant leg. “Because it’s HIV.” “Yes it is, but I can understand why Ian did what he did. Very uninhibited bareback sex. A total release of his inhibitions taking all cum no matter what. I bet it you enjoyed taking his cock raw and his cum too.” Brian didn’t reply. His cock said it all throbbing rock hard. “Your cock again tells me I’m right.” “Are you sure your anger isn’t towards yourself because you actually enjoyed taking his poz cum?” “No…..I mean…..I don’t know. I’m confused by all this.” “Could it be the idea of cutting loose no matter what, taking poz cum and charging up turns you on?” Brian’s cock stiffened even more. It felt as though he could shoot his load at any moment. “No…..Ah……I don’t know anymore.” Brian slumped onto my shoulder and cried. I put my arms around him and glanced toward the hall closet with an evil grin. Brian’s tears soon stopped, and he let out a deep sigh. After a moment I felt his lips against my neck. He kissed me again on the neck. I again grasped his hard cock, and he whispered in my ear, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like having sex with you.” “Then let’s find out.” “But I may be poz,” he said. “I don’t care,” I said and locked my lips with his. I pulled my shirt off then stripped Brian of his clothes. His cock slid deep into my throat as I fingered his ass. “You want my shaft inside you?” “Oh, fuck…..yes, I’ve always wanted this.” I flipped Brian over onto his knees and buried my face in his ass. “What a fucking sweet hole,” I said then continued to munch on his cunt. My cock strained against my jeans begging to be released. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my meat out. With plenty of spit I lubed up my shaft and thrust the head of my cock into Brian’s ass. Hidden in the closet, Ian pulled out his rock hard cock and began stroking his shaft. Brian moaned and arched his back burying my rod deeper in his hole. “You like that meat in you raw, don’t you?” “I do, yes…..fuck, it feels incredible.” I plowed the entire length of my cock into Brian’s shitter and began to fuck him hard and deep. “You like cum in your cunt, don’t you?” “Yes, I admit it. I love it.” “Want MY cum in your cunt?” “Yes, please.” “I’m close to seeding you. You love being bred, don’t you? Taking poz cum. Being a cum pig.” “Yes, I love it. Cum in me.” “Here is comes pig. All of my POZ cum.” “Oh fuck,” Brian exclaimed. Hearing my poz status his meat instantly exploded; firing off a huge load a good 3 feet across my sofa. At the same time my cock expanded and throbbed repeatedly. “Take my poz cum…..feel that shooting in you? I’m breeding your ass right fucking now with my poz seed.” I kept my shaft buried in Brian’s cunt. Overwhelmed with emotion he again sobbed. I slowly worked my cock in and out of his hole. Watching me breed his boyfriend’s cunt pushed Ian over the edge and he fired off his poz cum. As I attempted to pull out Brian thrust his ass onto my cock. “Don’t pull out….. please.” My shaft again throbbed deep in his gut. I collapsed on top of him and caressed the back of his head. I whispered in his ear. “Let it go……you know you want this. It’s erotic. Ian wanted it too, that’s why Zak and I bred his sweet ass with our toxic cum.” Brian pressed his ass into me. “Oh fuck,” he said. “You guys pozzed, Ian?” “Yes and he couldn’t get enough of our poz seed.” Ian’s meat remained boned up. He smeared his poz semen down his cock and continued to stroke the full length of his shaft. My dick was again rock hard, and I started to plow into Brian’s hole. “Fuck yes……fuck me. Give me that poz cum.” “You’re going to love being poz. It’s so fucking erotic.” “Yes, Give it to me. Poz my ass up.” I thrust into Brian faster and faster, “Here you go, pig….here’s more of my virus. Take my DNA.” “Fuck yeah,” Brian mumbled under his breath. His cock again throbbed and spewed another puddle of thick cum as I filled his guts with my toxic jizz. Ian could no longer hold back. His shaft throbbed in his grip and another load of venomous juice shot from his piss hole. “Now tell me that wasn’t hot and that you didn’t love taking my poz cum?” “Ok…..I can’t…..I love it and that scares the hell out of me.” “Just take it slow. I had fears too, but they disappeared, and I have no regrets on my decision to poz.” “So who pozzed you?” “Zak.” “Well I can’t deny it is erotic. Poz does turn me on.” After a moment of silence, I said, “You know Zak and I met Ian before you and I got together for our date. Ian didn’t do this to hurt you. He’s hurting too. He cares a great deal for you. He struggled to resist his urges, but he craved to take poz so much and be a total pig. I think he was just trying to be himself….a poz pig, and also hoped somehow he could share how wonderful that is with you.” “I care about him too…… This just scares me but turns me on too. I think I need to talk to him. Thank you, Zeek.” As soon as the door closed behind Brian, I called to Ian, “He’s gone.” Ian flung open the closet door, “Can I come out of the closet now?” I chuckled, “Yes.” Ian jumped into my arms. “Thank you so much. That was incredibly hot.” About 30 minutes later Ian’s phone lit up with a text from Brian: “Ian….can we talk?” Ian was grinning from ear to ear, “Yes.” “Can you come over?” “Yes….I’ll be right over.” “Cool……” Brian greeted Ian at the door, “Thanks for coming, Ian.” “I’m really glad you messaged me.” They sat on Brian’s sofa together. “Let me say this and just listen, okay? The other night when I found out you chased to poz and were trying to give it to me, it was a lot to take in at once. I lost my temper with you, but part of that was because as much as I didn’t want to admit it…..I can’t believe I’m saying this….. it turned me on. I do wish you would have told me about your turn on for poz, but I do understand why you didn’t. I got together with Zeek and it didn’t take much to help me realize this is a turn on to me. He also told me that Zak and him are the ones that pozzed you. So….I’m sorry….I do have a turn on to poz, and I want to explore that with you, but we need to take it slow. It scares me a bit, but I want you to be the one to poz me if you will be my boyfriend again……… And, one other thing that I think will probably turn you on. I ended up getting fucked by Zeek and I took his poz cum.” “Twice,” Ian said grinning. “What?” “You took his poz cum twice.” “How did you know that?” “Don’t be mad, but I saw the entire thing and it was so hot. I shot MY load…..twice.” “How did you watch us?” “I was in the closet.” Rubbing the top of Ian’s head, “Well you certainly aren’t in the closet anymore, you little hottie.” Brian and Ian both chuckled. “So you’ll be my boyfriend again,” Brian asked? “Abso- fucking- lutely.” Brian added, “Well, I guess there’s only one more thing to do right now.” He led Ian to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He looked at his bottle of PrEP then at Ian. He grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the lid, dumped the pills into the toilet, and flushed them. “Oops,” Brian said as the last pill disappeared from sight. Over the next two weeks Ian fucked Brian bareback every night. He agreed to ask if he should pull out when he was close to cumming. The first few times Brian had Ian pull out, but the third time they played, Ian again asked, “Fuck….I’m getting close, where do you want my poz seed?” Brian replied, “Don’t pull out ever again. Give me every drop of that poz cum.” Ian plowed into Brian even more excited. “Fuck yes….I’m seeding your ass now,” Ian said between pants. “I’ve been waiting for this. I love giving you my charged load.” From that night on, Ian shot his toxic jizz in Brian’s cunt. A few weeks later Brian was seroconverting. Like Ian and most of his poz brothers, Brian had the intense flu-like symptoms. To celebrate his pozzing, Zak, Brian, Ian, Jonathan, Coty and I got together. We each took our turn recharging Brian’s ass with a potent dose of our demon seed. Brian, Ian, Jonathan, and Coty all confirmed their poz status together. After a boned up morning at the not so free, free clinic with “Dame Edna” and “Nurse Ratched” we all drove to Chicago. Zak fired up his tattoo gun, and Charles joined us all at Zak’s shop. We had a proud, poz, tattoo party. Charles invited two chasers he met online. We all stripped naked, and opposite fucking the two twink chasers and swapping our DNA, Zak branded the four newest poz bros with their own brazen biohazard tattoo. Brian and Ian wanted their ink at the base of their cocks. They both shaved off each other’s pubic hair then watched Zak ink the other with their own mark as proud, poz, gay men. Jonathan and Coty both got their brand to their right hip area, but Coty wanted an added bonus. First he bent one of the twinks over and fired off a toxic load deep into his guts. He then leaned back on the tattoo table. Zak licked the last of the poz cum leaking from Coty’s piss hole then fired up the tattoo gun. Coty watched Zak pull the skin to his glans as tight as possible. His cock was half boned with anticipation. Then the first needle entry and Zak began to carve a red plus sign into the head of Coty’s shaft with colorful flames cascading down the length of his massive cock. While Coty was getting his dick inked, the guys all fucked the chaser twinks, planting 4 loads of poisonous seed in each of their cunts. Zeek ended the night by bending over on the tattoo table while Zak plowed his poz cock into his ass, giving him another load of his daddy’s poz cum. He then took his turn on the tattoo table. Zak slid a receiving tube down Zeek’s piss hole and pierced the head of his cock with a 10 gauge, circular barbell. Now Zak and Zeek not only had biohazard tattoos, but also Prince Albert piercings. That evening was the only time Zeek would wore a condom, but for a different reason. He spotted dark, red blood, enough to fill the tip of the condom. Zeek slipped the condom off and before he could flush it down the toilet, Zak grabbed the condom and shook his head “No.” He slipped the open end of the condom into his mouth and sucked Zeek’s poz blood from the rubber and let it slide down his throat. “Now your blood is in me too, babe,” Zak said and locked lips with Zeek. The next several months brought a lot of change. Charles was a regular fixture at Zak’s, and he finally took the plunge and moved in. We were officially in a triad relationship, even though I was still living in Milwaukee. But that would soon be changing too……… Brian and Ian not only got back together they got married and bought a new condo together complete with the cutest Dachshund named Oscar. He’s even pretty well hung….for a dog that is. By Fall my company downsized, and I found myself out of a job. I called Zak. “Bad news, Zak.” “What’s going on, babe?” “I suddenly have a lot of time on my hands. I just got laid off.” “That’s not bad news….that’s awesome news.” “What do you mean....awesome news?” “I’ve wanted you to move in with me for a long time, and now Charles is with us too. You have no reason not to now. It’s the perfect time, babe.” “I want to, Zak. I really do…..….I need to figure this out. I have my house up here and family.” “And you have us down here in Chicago. We’re your family too, babe. You can sell your house and put the money away.” “I need to find a job.” “Well, you can take your time and find one after you move in. Think about it, babe.” Jonathan and Coty hated to see me leave Milwaukee, but they figured it was coming. I didn’t sell my home after all. Jonathan and Coty decided to move in together and rent it from me (they were always at my place anyway). This way we have a place to stay when Zak and I go visit my parents. Speaking of parents……they aren’t going to take this well. The phone rang several times. “Hello…. Hello….Hello?” “Hi, mom.” “Isaac, it’s good to hear from you. Wait…..why are you calling me? What’s wrong? Are you all right?” “Settle down mom….I’m fine. I called to see if you and dad want to have dinner together Sunday.” “Of course we do as long as you’re not late. You know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” “I won’t be late mom. I’m never late, am I? I’ll bring Zak along.” We arrived for dinner on time….as usual. I know how much my “dad” likes to have dinner on time. “Hi mom….Hi dad.” “Walter…..Isaac is here,” my mom called out……. “Oh, Isaac…..glad to see you. Hi Zak….come in. I see you still haven’t cut that beard off.” She tugged it as he walked past her. “No, and I haven’t had my tattoos removed either,” he said with a wink. “Well, I can’t do anything about them, but I can do something about your beard,” and she pulled her sewing scissors from her pocket. “I used to cut Isaac’s hair all the time when he was a kid.” She snipped her scissors in the air toward Zak’s beard before putting them back into her pocket. “Yeah, and I looked like Donald Trump on a bad hair day. Go look at my picture on the mantel if you don’t believe me, Zak.” “Oh, Isaac, it wasn’t that bad.” “Oh yes it was,” chimed my dad from the other room. “She used to try to do mine too, but I wouldn’t let her.” “Then why did you let her do mine?” “Better you than me.” ….Later, as I was sopping up the gravy from my plate with my bread I burst out, “Mom, we have something to tell you.” “Well that sounds mighty serious. Walter, grab me a Dixie cup and the brandy. I think I’m going to need a stiff one.” My dad yelled back to us, “You boys want a couple of stiff ones?” Zak and I smirked and nudged each other under the table, “Yeah, a stiff one is always good,” I said. “So what is it that you have to tell us? It’s not your health is it? ……cause you never did take good care of yourself.” “I did too take good care of myself.” “Oh yeah? Zak, when he was a kid with that stupid hair cut I couldn’t keep clothes on him. It didn’t matter how cold it was. He would be running around naked. We’d have company over and he’d come walking through with his winkle hanging out. Thank God he had that hair cut to distract them.……Walter, where is my Brandy?” “See what I have to put up with Zak?” My dad walked into the room with 3 dixie cups and a bottle of brandy. “You know, actually your hair looked more like Dennis the Menace than Donald Trump,” my dad commented. “Anyway, mom, dad….. back to the news I have to tell you.” My mom chuckled, “Yeah, Walter he did look a little like Dennis the Menace. Just not as mischievous.” “Mom…..Dad!!” “I’m sorry dear. Go on….you have news to share?” My mom slammed a dixie cup of brandy then set it on the table. “Well, you already know I got laid off from my job, and Zak and I are very happy together, so we are going to live together.” “Oh, so you’re moving to Milwaukee, Zak? Wonderful….. But what about your little store down there?” “It’s a tattoo shop mom not a store, and he’s not moving up here. I’m moving to Chicago.” “What? Walter, give me the brandy.” I looked at Zak, took a deep breath, and rolled my eyes. “Here we go,” I mouthed to him. “I always knew you’d leave me.” “I’m not leaving you mom. I’m going to be with Zak.” “Are you trying to get back at me for that little high school mishap with Sonny or Sean or whatever his name was?” “It was Steve mom, and you outed me to my entire high school class, but no, this has nothing to do with that.” My mom started sobbing, “Then why do you have to move to Chicago, Isaac? It’s so far away.” “Mom, it’s only 90 minutes away. Stop acting like it’s the end of the world.” “It might as well be. We’ll never see you.” “Yes you will…..it’s a short drive.” My dad added, “Well, Edith, you moved 4 hours from your mother.” “Yeah, well that wasn’t the same. She was overbearing…..Zak, sit up straight, see that hump on your father?” My dad said, “It’s osteoporosis.” “It’s bad posture,” my mom replied. “And you have that nice house, Isaac. He can move up here with you.” “Well I’m keeping my house.” “Why can’t you find a nice religious boy here in Milwaukee?....... No offense Zak.” “None taken, Edith,” Zak replied. “Because I’m happy with Zak and want to be with him.” (Thinking to myself) And the naughty boys are a lot more fun. “I knew I should have set you up with a nice Catholic boy years ago….. Uh, no offense again Zak.” “Still none taken, Edith,” Zak amusingly responded. “Mom….you would give some of the drag queens down at LaCage a run for their money with all this drama.” “This isn’t drama….it’s just my emotions,” she balled. We were interrupted by the front door opening and in flew my Aunt Ester. “Hi everyone!! Zak, I thought I saw your car out front.” “Ester, help me talk some sense into this boy. He’s planning on moving to Chicago.” “Oh, I take the train to Chicago every month. My neighbor, Beatrice, and I go to that fabulous Ann Sathers. If you have haven’t tried one of their cinnamon buns, why bother breathing…..Do I smell brandy? Walter, grab me a Dixie of brandy.” “Ester, you’re not helping anything…..you’re making this worse.” Ignoring my mother Ester added, “Chicago is wonderful, boys. I should have moved there years ago. It’s got culture. Milwaukee’s got beer.” “Ester!!” my mom yelled. “And your mother,” Ester added. “Edith you have to learn to let go. Let your boy live a little.” My dad added, “Edith, it’s his life. He seems to be happy, now let him be.” “But he’s my baby,” my mom whined. “Well, your baby’s about to get some culture,” Ester added. “As soon as you get settled, give me a call and we’ll go for some of those cinnamon buns,” and Aunt Ester flew out the door. Zak was crazy busy at the shop the week I moved to Chicago, so I decided to lend a hand. By the end of the week he had an idea. “Hey, babe, I really appreciate your help this week, and you did a wonderful job.” “Thanks, Zak,” as he planted a kiss on my lips. “I was thinking, for the time being why don’t you manage the shop for me? You’re a natural with the customers. You did say you would redesign my online site, and you can start up your own web design business.” “Ah…..now that’s something to consider.” “Think about it, babe. This is the perfect time. The shop is doing great to support us so you can ease into it while you build your clientele.” Over the next ten years I managed Windy City Tattoos for Zak and built a successful web design business. I also became heavily inked, including ink down my cock, pierced my septum, and sized my Prince Albert piercing to 0 gauge. We kept close ties with our extended family in Milwaukee swapping poz loads every chance we got. The guys would stay with us when visiting Chicago. We even stayed at Jonathan and Coty’s house when we went to Milwaukee to visit my parents. Yes, Jonathan and Coty’s house……I eventually sold my home to them several years back. We also added a few boys to the family and tag teamed for chasers wanting to be poz and proud. The local bareback and piss parties were always hot, pig fun, and we even got involved in a few conversion parties. Steamworks was always a favorite pig stop for us to get loaded up with cum and seed a bunch of unsuspecting twinks with our DNA. Taking multiple loads of cum then going home and swapping our poz seed always boned me big time. Then in Spring of 2012 tragedy struck twice in a matter of a few months. On the morning of March 23rd, my father passed away from a dissected aorta…..same thing that claimed the life of John Ritter. My dad was gone in a flash. One minute he was standing at the kitchen cupboard waiting for his morning toast to pop from the toaster, and the next he was dead on the floor. Funny thing…..his toast was still sitting in the toaster the following morning. My mom was devastated, but she eventually sold my childhood home, moved in with my Aunt Ester, and seemed fairly happy. Then on May 27th I received a phone call from an officer, Craig Wilson, of the Chicago Police. Charles, our daddy, died tragically on the streets of boystown. Rumors spread quickly amongst our circle of friends. David heard from Bill that Charles was hit by a car while crossing the street. Brad heard he died from an aneurysm. Wesley was told by Randy it was from choking while eating at a fine restaurant. The truth of the matter is that Charles did choke to death, but it wasn’t while fine dining. Our talented daddy, who could take the biggest cocks down his throat with no gag reflex whatsoever, choked while walking down Halsted Street eating, of all things, a damn chicken mcnugget. Charles had a last request in his will. His body was to be cremated and returned to his poz boys. He wanted his ashes spread at several of his favorite spots so that Summer Jonathan, Coty, Brian, Ian, Zak and I all took an extended vacation. We drove to California through Palm Springs, San Diego, L.A., and then headed north along the coast to San Francisco. We spread a portion of his ashes in each location including Black’s Beach in La Jolla and along Castro Street in San Francisco. The last of his ashes were spread in the ocean along the beach in Canon Beach, Oregon, the town where he was born. Later that Fall Zak and I both got memorial tattoos for our daddy, lover, and gifter. We miss him terribly, but his DNA is part of us forever………… or for the time being……. Fast forward 10 years……a very large meteorite was on a crash course with Earth. It was too large to stop and collided with the planet on April 8, 2022 annihilating all except for a small tribe of African Pigmies, an enormous colony of cockroaches in Italy, two poz cum and piss pigs at Steamworks, and Cher. The End (of everything)

When I finally woke up I was completely naked I touched my shaking legs glad the feeling had returned. I tried to oepn then to feel my hole and ass but it took awhile. When I finally able to reach down I only felt wet and slimy. I looked at my hand cum and blood. My finger was soaked in it. I tried to move but barely managed a crawl. After an hour of trying id got clothes o. But could barely stand I was bruised all over and could barely stand. Finally after another 30 min I could stand and I did. I stumbled d to walk but did best I could to make it back to my car. I fell 5 times. Thank go's it was sunday. The shops were mostly closed. But I knew one cafe which was open people had said me. One guy walked up to help me get to my car and asked me if I needed help. I started to cry. And he offered to call an ambulance. I waved him off told him to fuck off and closed the door to my car. Sitting hurt so much but I pushed myself to drive back to my one bed room apt. I stumbled inside and laid down. My phone buzzed and I tried to get it. An email. The screen name was bigguy11.5x6 I didn't need to ask who it was. The email explained marcus passed him the email when I had disappeared this morning. The giant was hungry n wanted more. I texted him my address and told him to bring soemthing to gag me. I unlocked my front door and didn't bother showering just removed all my sheets and lay their waiting. I reached for my hole and felt two finger go in with no resistance whatsovern a third with some. And fourth with more. My hole was recovering. I had taken destruction nd still I felt like it was trying to get back together. Another alert lit up on my fone. It was Richard my ex of 6 years. Messaging me if I wanted to hit the gym. I told him I had already worked out. But thank you and I love you. I heard the door open.

As the three big guys were focusing on victor I got to my feet. Stumbling I walked out the open door. I walked down the hallway. Still so much fucking going on. Cum was dripping down my leg. I had to get out of there. I found thr stairs and slowly grabbed the railing with both hands as I stumbled down. I looked for the closet found my shirt and pants and pulled them over me. I went to open the door but marcus was there. And shut it. He had a smile on his face as he looked at me. "U cant go some like this." He said. "Youllnkill yourself or someone else and then where will you be?"He grabbed me by the neck and kissed me hard. I went hard instantly. Fuck. I was still riding whatever I was riding still so horny still so fucked up.He grabbed my crotch and laughed, "I kmow what u need, not these fuckers. U need a good adventure. Ure better than them." He grabbed his keys and pulled me out the door. We walked down the empty plaza passed the parking behind to the plaza. There was some apartments and a park area. He walked me through the the park to the apartments andaround the till he got to a particular door. He knocked three times. Waited then knocked again three times. Lights came on in side and the man that answered made me gasp. He was towering. Almost 7 feet had to be. He was enormous. Had giant shoulders chest covered with hair. He was shaved bald and had a large beard. I was guided in by marcus. He and the giant exchanged a few words. And the giant walked to the kitchen lit up a small pipe and began to smoke. white smoke continued to fill the room. I heard words like gift. Service. Continued support. There was laughing and more smoking. Marcus walked over to me and told me I could rest in the room down the hall on the left. I walked there. There was a large business chair there. A computer. And two mattresses laying on top of eachother. No sheets. I crawled kn to them and layers down. Sleep did not take me I felt itchy. Horny. Awake. I rolled around the smelly mattresses. And realized my head was in a stain of some sort. I rolled to another and saw another stain. I looked up and down the mattress. Red yellow pastey stains all over it. The giant walked in smoking his pipe. He dropped his boxers. My mouth dropped too. Swinging between his legs was a 8inch soft dick. If that wasn't scary enough it was already the size of a beer bottle at the base. "U like my dick lil fucker" I couldn't place his accent I said nothing "U can like it now lil slut cuz ull hate it tomorrow" He pulled on it and the enormous veins I could almost see them fill. His cock grew. He went to his desk and put on a web cam. "I like to watch late"r he said. He laid down on the mattresses legs spread and leaned back with one hand he beckoned me forward. "Come on" I crawled to the cock. And it did not fit in my mouth. I looked at his muscled body. And tried again to fit the growing cock in my mouth but I rubbed my teeth and when I tried to cover my teeth with my lips I couldn't get it in. He laughed as I tried to lick the length of the cock side to side. It grew to the length of. 11 inches. But the girth was amazing. Thicker than a can of beer. His giant balls sat on my face as I licked them he was just enormous and muscle all over. I pulled off my shirt and pants and the giant leaned over me and began to play with my hole. Oh god that got me going. He rubbed my hole with his giant digits. It was open it was wet and he easy slipped two fingers in but even he had to coerce a thirty roughly. I moaned and let hum finger fucked me roughly he did not let up just opened my ass. When he finally removed them. He said nothing just spat on his dick repeatedly and grabbed my legs and began to pull them apart. His fat dick head found the hole. I looked at him as he spat on the head of his dick and applied pressure. It was impossible it could. It wouldn't but he didn't take no for an answer. He held my chest down with one hand and my legs with another and pushed and i felt my ass giving want there wasn't a pop. There was a feeling you get when stretching before an exersice. Pulling. Ripping. I began to yell. No I was screaming but he just kept going I could feel his cock ripping my hole. My hole was stretching but slowly too slowly do his speed. Like a rubble band be I pulled and still he pulled e apart. Till finally I felt there be a lil wrapping. After 5 minutes my hole had wrapped around the head of his cock. I couldn't help it my ass squeezed again and again trying push out the giant invasion but it only made him smile and moan." Oh I love it when u do that" he says "ur hole trying to go back to normal but let me tell you. This is gonna be ur only normal from now on." He pressed on I screamed as he took moments to spit on the giant shaft. I was ripping I could feel it. Still he pressed on. I looked down at my groin. There was a giant bulge under my skin right under my dick. He qas stretching my anus so wide it was push in my own cock up. As id I could only feel it I could see where his cock was inside me on the outside. He pressed on. The girth continued to move my insides I moaned and squirmed and he moaned for other reasons and he pressed on almost 20 minutes passed I was hyper ventilating when finally I felt his enormous balls resting on my hole. Rubber bands in my ass. So deep so very deep it was like holes with in my hole were squeezing in patterns j had no control over desperately trying to reverse the destructive force spread in me apart. He leaned back slightly by I felt it like a mountain was moving and pull in me witb it insides out first. He rested and flexed his cock. And I let out a scream and it stretched the rubber bands inside me as if to tell them you can go back. I writhed and let my hands rub my chest my abs and then reach my ass I felt it. The wide protrusion where it lay and the hole that before was so tight was know so wide I needed a second hand to illustrate it He leaned back over me and again I screamed. "Fuck "said the giant " ur so good and u don't even known it yet. " I felt him pull back and it felt like a rake in my insides was pulling them out. Then he pushed back in. My screaming was in unison. My hands failed and finally all I could do was grab on to him and hold on for dear life as he moved me My ass felt wet and stinging but the pain few numb I felt what I new was blood and spit and ass juice and anonymous cum coating my stretched hole and then my crack and then my ass. Finally I heard it. I heard in in my head at least my ass gave way. Every muscle in my ass completely relaxed. The rubberbands inside grew limp and the giant groaned and entered me balls deep and it felt like a slide and not a rake. My body relaxed and he groaned again and he slide into me balls deep. I moaned not screamed. My eyes and mouth were wide and onlooker at the beast at the body fucking me and felt lost and euphoric. I shut my eyes as time slowed. As I opened them I saw him moving I felt him moving in me I saw my body tensing my muscles moving with him." Oh my god" I moaned "Fuck yeah ur god. "Grunted the giant His thrusts were gaining speed but his climax seemed not to be anytime soon I was screaming but in ecstasy now. My toes ass and hands clenching all over every muscle squeezing and he fucked faster and harder. Beads of sweat were dropping from his face right above me as his body began to sheen. Sweat was dripping from him onto me. His speed still increased harder harder harder header he was slamming me I was yelling and all he said is your gonna get it you lil slut ur gonna get it . We were both covered with sweat deeply then I felt it. His balls pulled up his body tensed. I could feel his cock pouring not shooting pouring cum into me. I felt it fill me. I could feel every rope and glob as he pushed it so deep into me I thought I could taste it. He pulled out of me and rolled over. He was gasping for breath. My body was numb and limp. I couldn't feel my legs I couldn't move my feet. I reached down and tried to rub my thigh s thinking but it did not come. I laid there and breathed till I passed out

The latin gangster with tattooed and thick cock was speaking to me. "Fucking cum rag whore. U fucking like cum in that whole don't u u like cum rag whore." All I could do was moan and he changed pace fast and pounding or slow methodically painful and powerful. I moaned nonsense. And felt so good at the same time. He was pounding my hole powerfully and slow biting into my neck when I felt his balls pull up n body go rigid. He growls into my neck and I could feel his cock unloading the second load my ass had taken that nite. "Oh yeah" he said and made a few more strokes before carefully pulling out. "Don't let any those precious babies out u lil cum slut" he said as walked away. I tried to get up. Another voice said "stay down I wanna have some of ur ass". I looked and saw another guy I didn't recognize. He pushed me back down on the bed. And I felt him pushing fingers into my ass but they felt sharp. Or something he put in my ass felt sharp. "Nah nah nah" he said as I tried to push it out. "U leave that in there" he said. And he pulled my legs up above my head To make it harder for me to push out. My ass burned and stung from whatever he had slipped in. I dont knowhow much time but my head was soaring. Someone was sucking my cock and god I just moaned. How's that ass feel said the hands holding my legs. They were dark and thick and big. They were the bouncer from out side. "How's that ass" he repeated again. I moaned and he slapped my face." U answer me when im talking to u cum dump." I moaned again and he slapped me again. Next thing I knew I was being dropped in a tub. Was he carrying me? "I asked you how that ass felt bitch cum rag." " Fuck me! "I finally said and it was what I wanted. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be split in two and fucked more. Warm water ran down my face and chest but it was too small to be a shower stream. Then another stream then another. I opened my eyes and saw the bouncer, and two other guys Peeing on me. " Yeah u lil cum dump u like that don't u. U like fucking worthless rag!. "I felt my self nodding. One of other other guys grabbed my face and pulled it to his stream. "Open ur mouth "said the stud. He was thick with muscle a real hunk smooth with a very thick 7 inch dick. I did as I was told and the stream began to pour in my mouth I didn't swallow. At least until he slapped me and told me too. Then on the bathroom floor I was on my knees cleaning off two cocks covered with piss and my ass.... Oh my ass I turned and was I was sitting on the bouncers dick it was balls deep I was rock hard as he made me bounce and bounce and bounce. I was in fuck heaven till He blew his nut in my hole and then sagged his cum covered dick in my face to clean off. I began to and the other two began two assault my ass mercilessly. My chest was pushed to the floor my ass forced up as the took turns fucking and slapping fucking and slapping till finally both men dumped loads in my ass. My legs trembled and shook my body spent and used. I tried to get up and was only faced with bouncer's cock. He sat down and told me to make it hard. I did. He told me to kiss it I began to suck He took video of me sucking his cock callimg in me names. And made me say on the camera im tom's cum whore. I did it all. Then he pulled off my cock and thats when I noticed the other two on a bed fucking again as roughly as I was being fucked be for only this time victor was on the btm and he was begging for more.

"Nothing nothing" Garrett answeted. "Everythings good" I looked from anthony to Garrett and knew it was not alright. "Whats wrong." I asked again. I looked at the bottle of g ateorade that I just drank from and it hit me. "What was in the Gatorade. " Anthony sighed " don't worry. We forgot which bottle had it. But u should be ok.' "What was in the bottle" i asked again "Just a lil ghb. It'll fine. " I heard anthony whisper I think at the end. "U should probably just not drive right now." Great im stuck here! I thought I could feel the effects. I tried to think of how much I had. My brain told me I just needed to sleep it off but I could not have picked a worse place my body was on alert for any new sensatin. "Where's howie" I asked "could he take me home?" "We haven't seen him." Anthony said "we were actually going to look for him when we found u. Look just stay here well go find him and im sure he'll take you home." they left. minutes later I could feel the ghb kicking in. I felt awake but asleep. Drunk and horny and everything I touched felt good.I heard them say that they hadn't made the mix. Or did I dream it. I couldn't stand the noises. Ills go downstairs I told myself but when I walked out thr door I couldn't remember which way the stairs were. I stumbled and tried my best to make my way but there was a haze I couldn't see though. Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around me and damn did they feel good. I tried my best to turn but lips met the back of my neck and a tounge moved from my nape to my lower ear then back down. I shuddered. "I want u so bad" said the voice attached to the hands. I t was dimas. God his strong arms. Mine wete bigger I knew I was stronger. Then I felt something thick andb hard rubbing up my thigh climbing between my legs and resting nude my balls I moaned and arched back. Fuck it I thought Fuck it all. Fuck me. "I am gonna fuck ur brains out.. "it was only then do I realize my internal dialogue was external and even that didn't bother me. Dimas moved me into a room. I could hear others fucking inside. The smell reeked of sex. Sex and something else. There was a thickness to the room as dimas positioned me out on what felt like a couch. My arms on the back rest and my knees were you should sit. Then suddenly thats when I felt it. A warm wet mouth between my ass cheeks. He was eating me out. When did I get out of my underwear. I couldn't care. "Yeah baby none of that matters" I heard him say behind me "Oh fuck " I just moaned again and pushed and arched my back further into his mouth. He ate harder and rougher. I didn't care there were other people in the room. I didn't care when someone was positioned next to me in my same position. And being fucked to the rythem of Dimas's eating. I just wants it so bad. I pushed my ass back and back and grabbed the couch and moaned while his tongue dug into my ass. His hands spread my ass and his tongue dived deeper into me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Then my moaning prayer was answered. I felt his fat cock push against my hole and he popped in his head. I felt my hole suddenly stretch around the thick fat head of his uncut cock. I moaned and did only what my body told me to-do. I pushed back. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks and I heard him moan loud like a growl as I sunk my ass on to him and began to act as I had so many times before. Something I had reserved for one guy I was giving up to dimas. Oh fuck god yes I said as I pushed back but this time dimas pushed forward and I felt my ass hole stretch deep inside. My head knocked back and my mouth was wide my body tensed as he reached balls deep and when he pulled back only to slam me again again I convulsed again. And again yes he slammed into me. Yes I moaned and he dove. Yes and yes his hand slapped my ass hard and rough. He slapped me while he drove my hole. Fuck. Yes was all I could say and think. The body next to me pulled me toward him while I was moaning I thought to kiss me but instead I inhaled a sharp nasty smelling smoke deep into my lungs I coughed and gagged. But the lips kept kiss in me insuring I had deeply breathed in the fume. My head went buzzy and my body felt light and hot and wet so much pleasure I just kept moaning the body next to me pulled me over again and this time I inhaled and kissed and I pulled the other slight body ro me and pushed him under me. Oh bodies moanjng as now dimas was taking turns slamming my ass then fucking the boy under me. God he felt so good. I was in heaven. Then while he was in the mist of fucking men i heard dimas moaning and slapping my ass felt his balls slapping my ass. He pulled out and I felt ropes and ropes of cum being shot in my back my ass and my hole. He rubbed his dick into the streams of cum and dipped them into my ass he continued to fuck me with his cum do a bit and said fuck yeah I breezed ur ass fucking good. He yelled and others cheered a wooded and he finally pulled out. I expected to get off the couch. Someone helped me off. But instead of helping me out of the room, I was laid down on the bed. My legs were pulled up. And pushing into my hole was a new unfamiliar Cock. I looked at the tattooed chest above me the thick arms holding my legs in place and then felt a thicker not longer but much thicker cock pushing into me. i resisted but only a little. my body was writhing in pleausre my mind in confusion. In rejection but as the man picked up speed my mind was persuaded

I had only ever held one dick in my hand other than my own. I squeezed and stroked. I even got to my knees and looked. No stared closely at the cock as I pumped it with one then two hands.look me now. Now here I was feeling up a huge thick strangers dick. So Huge so thick...strangers...the word shot through me like a light. I almost jumped back at the same time the dick reached full 8.5 mast and a thickness only slightly smaller than a can of red bull. It was a magnificent cock. But the word stranger stranger unfamiliar was ringing in my ears silently. The bouncer reached for my hands but I stepped back and shook my head. He laughed. "Come on man give it a little kiss." I shook my head again. "Nah man im good. Im good. I should go." He swung his big dick from his right then to his left hand. "Aight boy. But i no know ull be back for more." He walked up stairs I heard a door slam and from the first time since I left my car I was alone. I looked at my hands sticky and wet with the bouncers precum. I sat down and brought the strong smell of strangers cock to my face and almost dared myself to lick it.Th en I stopped rubbed it off on my jeans and the couch and felt my hard thick 6inch cock. It begged for release. It begged to be tugged like how I tugged the black mans dick. That beautiful thick cock. I looked to the door. Then stepped to tbe closet to grab my clothes. Then saw my body on the mirror. I was hot i was young i was hardn i suddenly thought just let go n have a lil fucking fun. Stop being such a fucking pussy. I took off my pants and hung them with my shirt. and grabbed my cock in my breifs debated for a second by left the underwear on. I looked and counted 23. So upstairs was 23 of the hottest guys in town. I shivered. My ass clenched my dick dripped a lil. I instinctively wiped my cock head of precum and licked it off my hand. Victor had been loud n obnoxious and right. I was a lil cumslut. I knew it he did. As I licked my own cum off my palm there was another taste. Remnants of the bouncer. I licked a lil more and thought damn thats hot. Then shivered again. Let's just do this. Find howie. Have a lil fun. I liked howie. Hes hot. He knows whats up. Just suck him off a lil if he wants maybe get fucked then go the fuck home! I made my way up stairs . As I climbed the stairs and turns right I could hear it now. The voices. The fucking. The hardcore sounds of guys getting pounded. Of tops losing their minds slamming themselves into b tms. A voice saying oh god oh god oh fucking god. Another yes yes yes yes. Another another another another the sounds increased I almost didn't finish my turn but my hips...my cock edged me forward. I walked down the hall it was dim. On the right I heard it. I knew there was an open door. I looked. 4 guys on a bed. Two lay on the bed on their backs. Another two were rapidly sometimes in rhythm sometimes not slamming their fat cocks and bodies into the two. One of the bottom s in thrashing his head noticed me and waved me in. His top turned and noticed me too. He looked me up and down and nodding me to come in too. I was frozen. The top pulled himself out of the btm and the other top replaced him. The 2btm began pushing a thick cock into the 1st btms mouth and their fucking continued. Top number one walked up to me. "Come on in. " He said. His fat 7inch dick pointing straight at me. "Im looking for someone" I responded but even at that moment I couldn't remember who "Lucky guy" The top said. He stroked his dick a bit it was wet. Thick and juicy. I wet my lips not intently just happened and. He saw of course. And smiled. "Ill be right back" he told the others and walked out. He moved into the hallway just outside the door and put his back to wall."Suck it" he said. I just smiled. "Suck it. You fucking want to suck my dick." I got to my knees and put my mouth to the head of his cock. It almost felt natural Then it was natural. It was amazing the head of his cock entered my lips and he put his hand on my head and I went down. Slowly deliberately leading down the curve of his dick feeling the thick veins and girth reach my first stopping point then I pulled back to the head and dropped my mouth down on it again. Then again. And again. I found rhythm and began to suck the his thick curved dick. Suddenly he pushed me down and I felt it pass my stopping point and enter my throat. I gagged and coughed pulled back but as he let go and I got my breath I only went back down and pushed it past my stopping point again. Harder n deeper I sucked then suddenly the guy flipped my body so my back was against the opposite wall and stuffed his cock in my face he back to skull fuck my mouth hard rough. And for the first time just sighed as he did it. I was loving it . He only pulled out his cock to rub the wet cock all over my face. I let out a soft moan we he did then he stuffed my mouth some more. Then just as suddenly as he started he stopped. " Damn man. "He said."U almost made me cum. I promised those boys inside my first load." He quickly walked back inside only to pop his head out side." Don't worry im coming back do more of that." I heard him yelling "im Cummingfuuuuckkk" as he was. I didn't get up to watch. I just breathed and sat on the floor. Two bodies walked to me. They were laughing n making out. One tripped on me and then I was face to face with Anthony. "Andrew u ok buddy why u on the floor. Bed is much more comfortable. There are plenty." "I don't think im in the right place". I whispered as Garrett helped us both up. "Your fine bro" said Garrett" here have some thing to drink. Just relax." they led me down the hall way to a bedroom that was empty but obviously had been used recently the smell the sheets. Garret passed me a bottle of Gatorade and I drank some in big gulps to try and wash out the taste of cock in my mouth. Then I noticed. Anthony suddenly hit garret in the shoulder. Almost to admonish him. Garrett looked at me and his eyes widened as if he realized something he'd forgot. The boys whispering to eachother. And anthony grabbed the bottle away from me. There was silence as the boys stared at eachother to me. "Whats going on" "Sorry" anthony said

When the door opened. I gasped. 15 maybe 20 maybe a few more or less guys all walked around the room some in bathing suits some in just jeans few in underwear. All the bodies varied. Hunks Studs and twinks. Smooth and hairy tall and short. All races I feel like I walked into a magazine photo shoot except a bunch of magazines were holding their shoot at the same time all the guys were fit athletic some looked very professional older some probably just got out of highschool Dimas removed his shirt and pants immediately and left them with a slim twinks who was wearing a jock strap. The boy told him a number and took his clothes to a long walk in closet. The boy came back and looked at me expectantly. "Oh um...do I have to take off my shirt" the boy felt my bicep for a sec and said. "Yeah you really should. " I slipped out of it and never felt so naked. Id been nude in front of other guys in the locker room but never like this. The boy and dimas were smiling and went for my pants but I said that was enough. "Yeah I guess" said the boy. "Ur a bottom anyway." He sighed "Youre number is 18. "And he walked to thr closet. "How did he know that." I asked Dimas laughed. "I think he just guessed but its good to know." I couldn't help but blush. "You want a drink" he asked me. " I'll get one later. " "Ok well im gonna say hi to some friends don't go to the second floor without me." He walked over to a group of studs. Who immediately began feeling him up. I couldn't blame them. He was hot. An almost stud. I had more muscle on him but he had height on me. And other inches as well from what I could tell by his bulge. "Fancy seeing you here." I turned around and saw victor. A familiar face and a ex marine. Victor was hot hispanic meat all over and a bottom. He had once approached richard and I at the gym and flat out asked us for a three some. We politely said no and then he said fuck you and proceeded to spot us and workout with us. We became friend and no... He had no filter. "U gonna get fucked up tonight u lil cumslut. "A few faced turned to look at me and I smiled "Good see you too Vic." "Yeah they just love their Asian btm boys here. Theres only two others here and they always get turned inside out but they're twinks. U got some real muscle on you their gonna wanna rip you apart." "Shut up man" I blushed harder so glad that me Philippino genes made me slightly darker so people could only see one shade of my blush and not the crimson heat I was feeling.I was a slim guy . No six pack but def had abdominal definition. My chest was chiseled and that and my shoulders were my favorite feature. My arms were proportional to the rest of me but richard and others had always commented on my musclar ass. Thats when it hit me. I didn't realize I was wearing my low cut jeans. Showed off my ass by gripping tightly and low so you could see the curves and arches of my back that would meet witb my ass crack. I may as well have put a target on my ass and that said I want it. Maybe it was a subconscious thought. Id been so horny lately but it was certainly not my intent Victor had walked away abruptly as he usually did and without a word and again I felt naked as eyes were following me. "Hey im Howe." The guy walked up to me and handed me what looked like a small shot. "It tequila" he said. "You looked like you needed a drink n a strong one but I went for the basics." I smiled thanks.. and he took his shot so I took mine. The burn was hard but he was right I had needed it. "Thanks Howie you said? " "Yeah" "Cool im andrew. " Howie shook my hand strongly he had my build but was several inches taller like most ppl there and was smooth and cream colored skin. He wore swimming trunks with a red and white stripes. He smiled broadly. "Follow me I know just what u need." He walked me past the Jacuzzi and wondering eyes to a room with a large television. 2 other guys that looked a lot like howie were there and were in the middle of an intense video game. "Meet Anthony and Garrett. " The two twinks were in their underwear playing against eachother. They paused tonlook up at me and smiled. "Can you really handle three bottoms howie?" One said I wasn't sure which was which. Howie laughed." These boys are a couple open relationship by only play together. They asked me to fuck them both tonight." "Oh cool." I said They smiled at me and said, 'he's cute" almost in unison. I just smiled and picked up a controller and jumpsed on the couch finally a place these guys couldn't make me feel awkward. "Loser bottoms!" I yelled. The three laughed and we played.but even I still didn't know what I was getting into. About an hour in I could hear it. The moving going on upstairs. It was only slight but as it got quieter down stairs the noise of furniture moving got stronger. Anthony and garret took off. Howie stuck around but I couldn't tell if it was to be nice to me or cuz he wanted me to go with him. I gave him permission to go and he said he would in two more games. We played and then I was alone downstairs. It looks so much bigger than before. " You not gonna join the party? "I heard the gruff bouncer say from the door he was walking in and checking in his own clothes he stripped and saw a good Matt of curly black hair on his dark black chest. He smiled a nasty smile and began to disrobe his pants he wasn't wearing underwear. A fat soft long cock fell and dangled between his legs it was 5 or 6 inches soft. I could only imagine how it grew. He pulled on it in front me and I saw it stiffen a bit and he sat on a chair and beckoned mr forward. I looked at the door then I looked at him. A big mass of black muscle pulling on a huge thick meat looking hungrily at me I couldn't help it. I stepped forward. "Thats right Babiboy" he said it in one word. "Get that dick hard."

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