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Last weekend, I had my first visit to the public restroom at a park near my place. The guy next to the stall was a very sweaty runner, and as I have a thing for the combination of piss and sweat, I found sucking his cock to be a major turn on. I blew him for several minutes, thoroughly enjoying myself, when he withdrew from my mouth and gestured for me to turn around. I complied, and lowered my ass for his examination. First, I felt his finger, then his nose, and then his wet tongue going at it, rimming my hole. Without too much delay he knelt, rubbing his cock on my cock while going through his bag to get lube and condom. First he lubed up my hole, and then turned his attention to the condom. Meanwhile I stroked his cock, grinding my ass on the head and gently pushing it against my hole. While he was unwrapping a condom I took hold of his cock and slowly push backed. As my ass was lubed, his cock head entered effortlessly. "Dude!" he exclaimed, but didn't pull out, so I kept pushing back onto him as he moaned "Ah...fuck...." He spread his legs, grabbed hips and thrust all the way in, pushing his shaft forward at a fast speed. Stopping for few seconds, he then pounded hard again. And then stopped again, only to resume a third time, drilling my ass hard. It didn't take long for him to push deep in my ass and unload several big cum shots in my ass. When he pulled out I could actually feel his cum squirt out on the floor. Then he abruptly left, and no, I never saw his face.

It was a typical Saturday afternoon and I was at my usual spot outside of the bookstore. A sleazy, popular joint that attracted all kinds of men and was an easy place to deal. If I thought I was being watched I could just slip inside and get lost for a while, always at least getting my big,11 inch ebony snake sucked, or dumping my load in some hungry manpussy. I didn't even have to pay to enter the maze of booths. The owner was a regular customer and I'd let him worship my monster, so I had unlimited access to the arcade. I was leaning against the side of the building, waiting for one of my regulars to come by when a black Escalade parked across the street, half a block down. I didn't think nothin of it when nobody got out right away. Wasn't unusual for dudes to sit in their cars getting up the nerve to actually go inside. It must have been about 15 minutes before the driver finally got out, and damn if one look at him didn't get my cock stirring in my jeans. Out stepped the sweetest little white boy I had seen in a while! He had to be barely 18 if a day, with strawberry blond hair, and a plump little bubble butt. My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door, nervously looking around before he ducked inside. My hardening dick told me to follow him, and I did. The kid was looking around the store, his hands stuffed into his pockets, obviously new to this whole thing. I could tell he was a rich kid with his Air Jordan's that didn't even have a scuff on them, his Sean John jeans, and his Ralph Lauren shirt. That was no doubt Daddy's Escalade he rolled up in. Hell, he had probably never been to this neighborhood before. But if he was here lookin for what I think he was, he was gonna get more than he bargained for if I had my way. He finally went up to the counter and handed the guy some cash, and showed him his ID. He had to pass by me on the way to the booths and I got a good smell of him. He smelled like soap, teenage boy, and sex. I went up to the counter and got a bottle of poppers and headed back there after my prey. My eyes had to adjust to the dark, but I didn't see my prize anywhere. I wandered the halls for about 5 minutes before I finally saw him exit a booth. He walked past me, giving me a nervous glance that said both, "I don't know what I'm doing", and "I want you." Damn right he wanted me. I was a fine mother fuckin piece of man. 6'2", and at 35, had a rock hard, wirey body, and beautiful ebony skin. The kid went into another booth and started to shut the door. My hand stopped it, and I slid in behind him, shutting the door. He didn't say a word as I gently reached out and stroked his face, but I could feel him tremble. "First time here?" I whispered to him. He just nodded, his blue eyes looking up at me. He wasn't very big, probably 5'9" and slender, but he did possess that plump mound of ass. I placed my hand on it while I said "relax baby boy, Jesse's gonna take real good care of you." I tilted his head back and leaned down, placing my full lips on his. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue in him. Mmmmmm....he tasted like candy. My hands rubbed his ass as my mouth took control of him. He just melted into me and I knew I had found my next bitch. I opened up the bottle and held it under his nose. "Breath deep baby boy, this will make you feel good. He inhaled deep like a good boy. I just switched nostrils back and forth a few times while he sucked in the fumes. I sat down on the chair and he sank onto my lap. Grabbing my face he started kissing me passionately while he ground his ass into my lap. I knew I had him hooked. "You like that baby boy?" I asked. "You like how that made you feel?" "Mmmmmmmm yea," he moaned. "Feels good." "I got something else that will make you feel sooooo much better. You wanna try it? You trust me?" "Oh yea," he moaned, licking my neck. Stupid little bitch. He didn't know he just sealed his fate. I pulled a little pipe out of my pocket that I kept preloaded. "You know what this is baby boy?" He just shook his head no. "This is Majic Miss T. She knows how to make you feel real good." I lit my lighter and melted the shards. As soon as the pipe filled up, I took the first hit, blowing the smoke into his mouth. Then I held up the pipe for him. "Breath slow and deep," I told him. Then blow it into my mouth. He did as instructed, so obedient. I just kept feeding him the pipe, until he finished off the bowl in 6, big hits. "Good boy," I told him. "You did that very well." Even in the dim lite I could see his eyes become dark saucers as lust glazed them over. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy, alabaster skin, and his little pink nipples. I latched my mouth onto one, sucking it hard, and biting it with my teeth. He squealed and writhed, but I held him firm, then attacked the other one. I could feel his hard dick in his jeans pressing into my stomach, assuring me he was loving the rough treatment. I pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them in the corner, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed him onto the floor and grabbed the legs, pulling them off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but not for long. I grabbed the waist band and ripped them off, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just how I like my white boys to be. His dick stood straight up out of his patch of reddish pubes, and he looked at me with crazed lust. "How much time you got baby boy?" I asked. "As much as I want. My parents and my sister are on vacation for two weeks." He panted. "Oh bitch," I thought to myself. You don't know what you just got yourself into.

Part XI I decided not to tell my friends anything that I had done earlier. I just told them the guy must have gotten me mixed up with someone else. Seemed to appease them. I then got the subject back to them to see what they all felt now that they knew they had all got filled with poz cum. I thought they would all be upset and worried and who knows what else about that. They all seemed to be fine though. The main theme was that apparently every one of them had been barebacking anyway and felt they would probably get it sooner or later from someone, so it seemed ok now and probably be over and done with now. They all seemed really turned on about it too. I soon noticed, as we kept talking, that every once in a while one or the other of them would take off for a bit. I looked around once and found one back in the sling getting fucked again and another time one was on one of the tables getting loaded some more. We all hung around for a couple more hours before everyone seemed to finally be getting tired and we all decided it was very late now and we all needed to get home. It has now been about 3 1/2 months since that parade. All my buds got tested and they are all now confirmed poz except for one. He was the one that got the most loads that night, not counting me of course, we were all surprised he was still neg. Guess some get lucky or not lucky, depending on how you look at it. LOL I had taken my PEP and when I got tested, snuck off to do it alone so buddies wouldn't know, I came back neg too. In my case probably lucky since I was supposed to be straight and married. It seems to be the main theme of conversation when we all go out to have a drink on how to get the one guy pozzed too, to join the rest. He seems up for it but not sure who to do or when. Then one night, one of the guys said he had heard about a bar and went to check it out and would bet if we took our neg buddy there he would get poz loads galore before he left. He said he had went and checked it out already and it was a nice place but had a, what he called, a 'wild' room there. He said they got guys in the room and it was dark and they locked the door and nobody got in or out for the next hour. Then they opened the door again for 5 minutes only to let anyone out or in again and then locked it up again for an hour and kept this up till closing time. He told us he had been informed that basically anyone who went in the room came out poz and nobody knew who or anything as there was barely any light at all in there. One tiny light way up in one corner next to the ceiling and he bet it was only about a 20w bulb as he went in there and could basically see nothing except shadowy figures. He thought he probably got about 8 loads in him and planted a couple of his own loads in someone while in there. They made plans to go on the next Friday night and were really getting into talking about it and getting our bud filled full of toxic cum. I was invited to go along and watch their things while they were in the room. I thought this might me wild to watch, so I told them I would. We met up at our usual bar first and all had a couple of drinks before heading across town to the other place. We arrived and I found the place wasn't really half bad, nice décor for a bar even. We got a table in a corner near that, infamous door, and proceeded to have another couple of drinks. Our neg buddy, although excited about what was to come, was also kind of nervous, so he drank probably 5 drinks and was getting pretty loaded and I actually ended up having 4 more and was also starting to feel them. One buddy got the attention of one of our waiters and asked him about the 'room'. He proceeded to tell us the 'rules', what there were of them. He said they opened the door for 5 minutes only and then it was shut and anyone in the room had no choice but to stay in there for the next hour, no matter what and they would not open the door unless there was a dire emergency. One of the guys who worked there always stayed just inside the door for that. Nobody else could go in or out until the hour was up and about anything went while in there including basically some rape almost. You were in there to be fucked or fuck someone and while in there you were fair game for all. End of rules, except no fighting or trying to injure someone. Fuck or be fucked was the rule. He then told us he had been in there on a night off too and loved it and wasn't sure but thought he had taken about 10 loads in that hour. Felt great he said.

PART 5 - the Big Man returns: “TAKE MY NUTTT!!” Derrick yelled as he slammed the last time into my ass. He shivered and his dick pulsed, and he yanked it out, dropped my legs, then laid on the bed beside me. Derrick’s breathing returned to normal and I started to get the feeling back in my legs. I wanted some more rock, so asked Derrick for the pipe. “Yeah, OK,” he said, got up, lit us both up, as I sat on the edge of the bed trying to get my ass and head wrapped around what had happened that night. Fuck damn – I had become a total slut for this man and still did not know shit about him. HOT!!! I was usually so fucking uptight and restrained, it was good to just totally let go and do whatever the fuck felt good and not think about it. We had been fucking and freaking for about 10 hours – shit – what was wrong with me, I had had my ass pummeled and yet I still wanted more, was it the rock talking? No, it was the bareback cum pig in me rising up and screaming OINK!!! FEED ME!! “I need a little break, think my cum’s run dry, but my dick is still hard – damn those little pills seem to work,” Derrick said as he got on the bed beside me. Derrick turned me around on my right side so I was facing the wall by the bathroom, spread my ass a little, and slid his dick in. No spit, no lube, I was so open and wet for him I did not need it and felt some juice run out of my ass as he did. He reached down and worked a finger from his left hand into my hole beside his dick, “Fuck boy, you got a nice wet pussy now, hmmm….all the nutt up there, here lick it for me,” as he pulled his finger out and stuck it in my mouth. I licked it clean hoping I was getting some more poz cum or something from him. He stuck his finger back in my ass a couple more times and let me lick them clean. That mix of cum, ass juice, breeding, is better than caviar or the priciest truffles. We stayed like that for a while, on our sides with him behind me and his dick nestled inside my ass. The man did not get soft and seemed to have a dildo for a dick, as he just never got totally soft. “I’m going to keep that hole nice and open, we ain’t done yet, no man, we ain’t done, I just need a little rest is all, you feel me? Then we’ll freak some more, as I want to see that hole WRECKED, yes I do, wrecked,” Derrick said as he secured his left arm over my stomach and his head by mine on the pillows, with his dick keeping my guts warm. The TV was playing some old show, don’t even remember what, as I just laid there enjoying feeling Derrick’s raw cock in me, his body against mine, and the occasional run of cum and ass juice slide out my ass when he shifted. We stayed like that for a couple a hours, not really talking, just a few words here and there, decompressing I guess, and shortly after 4:30 a.m., Derrick pulled away, slid his still fairly hard dick out of my ass, stood up, and said, “Come on, now we are going to see if you’ve really learned how to give it up to a nice black bull dick.” I rolled over having no idea what he was talking about, but stood up, took the pipe from him and eagerly inhaled several stormy clouds. The rush was just as intense as the first time and I sat back on the edge of the bed feeling the heat of the high blaze through my body. Derrick up the phone, “Yo man, what’s up? Yeah man still got that shit going, what you doing? You good for one? Really, a couple? No rush man, you can take as long as you want to shoot. Huh? Damn fucker, alright, no no, hang on, I’ll be right up.” I had no idea what he was talking about, but Derrick sat at the table, dug into his pants that were on the floor and pulled out a little baggy. He cleared a small spot on the table and spilled a little grayish white powder out of the bag. Derrick pulled a dollar pill out of his pants, rolled it like a little straw then said, “I want you to snort this. This is the Special that Marcus gave me the discount on when you took his nutt earlier. You ever done this? No? Well OK. This shit is going to fuck you up a little, but make you feel really good, like you are floating and just chill. Now use this and bend over here, then stick one end in your nose and then sniff real hard to suck it up. Not much now, just this tiny little bit here. First let me slide up in your raw hole again. I want to feel that broken ass ring clench on me when it hits.” I stood up, took the dollar bill, let Derrick push back into my open ass, and using the dollar bill like a straw sniffed real hard and sucked up a little bit of the grayish powder he had on the table. Fuck – that shit burned by nose, but I immediately felt it. Sort of light headed and kind of tingly and numb all over. Whoa. Derrick chuckled and angled his dick around a little as I swooned, pulled his dick out, then rammed three bull fingers into me and started digging my tender hole with his long nails. When he could tell I needed too, he pulled his wet fingers out and said, “Sit down, get used to it, let it take you. Now here’s what I’m thinking. The guy we freaked with earlier, the one who’s dick you tried to run from, he’s up and has a couple loads to bust. I know you can take him again, but this time I want that nicca to go all out and don’t hold back, OK? You want his nutt again? You gonna run from that bull dick again? No, I don’t think so. I think that ass of yours is still hungry and you are going to get ripped, filled, raped, and that cunt is going to get WRECKED.” Derrick started to get dressed, “Listen up, focus boy, I want to hear you cry out when he’s fucking. That shit turns me the fuck on and turns me on good and I will give you my bull nutt again too when he’s done. You want my nutt again? Yeah? Good. I think it turns him on too as I saw how he pounded you when you asked him to stop last time, and if I had to bet, I would say my man has done time for sexual assault and prefers raping bitches over fucking them – you know what I mean? Beg, plea, cry, and scream if you want to, even if he covers your mouth again, because I am going to tell him we are going to surprise you. That you are still asleep and that I think your white pussy needs to be raped and OWNED, teach you a lesson for trying to run from the dick earlier and make you know what a true pussy is used for and he should rape you as brutal, hard, and nasty as he wants to teach you to serve that black bull dick, cause I want to see that shit red and puffy when he is done. Be a freak, like he can’t with no one else, you hear me? Good.” “OK, I am going to go up to his room, let him hit the pipe and get chill. In about 5 minutes I want you to snort the rest of this Special here on the table, OK? OK. Sniff it all, then lay down on the bed on your stomach. This Special is going to really relax you, so just act like you are asleep and remember what I said and do what I told you and I’ll be back in a few,” Derrick said, then grabbed his key, turned the lights off so all that was on was the TV, and left. I just nodded my head and focused on trying to keep my balance sitting there on the edge of the bed. Damn this powder shit was wild. I looked at my watch, and tracked the hands go round and round until the 5 minutes was up. I went back to the table, took the dollar bill, and snorted the rest of the Special, splitting it between my two nostrils. It burned even more this time, my eyes drooled, my tongue and throat felt numb, I felt feverish and my chest squeezed. I moved over to the bed, set the bottle of lotion on the end, and laid on my stomach, legs a little spread, with my face turned towards the bathroom wall and away from the front door. I felt like I was floating now and my arms and legs were tingling. I don’t know how long it was but when I focused again I realized my BBC ass-attackers were in the room. I could hear their voices, although they sounded distant and far away. I remained still, part of me suddenly afraid, but that vanished almost immediately and I knew I was going to get some raw dick again and lots of cum. Suddenly I felt someone grabbing my ankles and I was yanked back towards the end of the bed rough and hard. “GET UP, I SAID STAND UP,” someone growled. I staggered to my feet, my eyes fluttering like I had been knocked out, as two big strong hands grabbed my arms and pulled me closer. “BEND OVER, BEND OVER BITCH!” he growled. I bent forward with my hands on the bed as monster hands clamped around my hips, nails digging like anchors into my sides, and I had barely got in position when I felt my ass get ripped open again. “HOLY FUCK! OH STOP!” I cried out as I felt that monster dick rip my scraped up hole and push inside me. It felt like he was fucking me dry. I could now hear Derrick’s voice more clearly off to my right side, “That’s it, rape that white pussy. Told you it was ready and needed it. Use it man, that’s it, make it hurt. Teach it how to serve black bull dick right!” The big guy still had his hands wrapped tight around my waist and was pulling me back to meet his dick head on as hard as he could. The pain was there, and beyond belief, yet at the same it did not seem like it was really happening to me. I remembered what Derrick said earlier and I started to plead and cry for my attacker to stop fucking, to please don’t rape me, to please stop. Derrick was right, that turned the big guy on as he pulled all the way out of my ass and slammed back in intent on ruining my ass and making it his personal cunt. My ass rings could not resist and he went deeper than I could have imagined. I was like a rag doll as he shoved his cock into me and yanked me back at the same time without mercy. I felt like I was babbling now, pleading, begging, yelping, crying no, no, no, but he just kept plowing me, over and over as deep as he could. I was then being yanked back again and impaled before I was pushed forward down onto the floor. The big guy dropped his full weight on top of me and I ate a mouthful of carpet as he forced my face into the floor. I totally lost focus, and could only whimper as I felt his cock angle up and then down into the side walls of my ass. FUCK that hurt and the white-hot shot of pain brought my mind’s focus back. I managed to slightly tilt my head to the side a little under the grip of his hand on my head and started pleading again for him to stop. The searing pain was still there, but again sort of shifted to another level of my consciousness and seemed like it was someone else. I could not really focus on the pain, just my job to do well for Derrick and begging for my raw rapist to stop. All I could see was carpet and the bottom of the TV stand and angry shadows as the light of the TV danced off the big guy using my ass the way he wanted. He just kept slamming his dick into my pulsing manhole, dropping his full body weight into it, over and over for what seemed like forever. The pressure on my head increased as the guy shifted more of his weight, and I could hear his muffled voice of the big guy as he yelled, “SHIT, SHIT, SHIT…” before he dropped into me balls deep one last time and gave me his dirty cum. He pulled his hand off my head, “Fucking Christ – fuck,” he said as he pushed on my head for leverage and got off me. I just lay there, tasting the dirty carpet in my mouth, still babbling and whimpering. I could hear voices again but could not really focus on what they were saying. Derrick then knelt down between me and the TV and slapped the side of my face “Hey, HEY, yeah there, come on, come one now, get up. Let me see what that fucking nicca did to wreck that hole.” Derrick helped me up. I was feeling really whoosy and had a little trouble standing, as he staggered me too the bathroom, “Bend over the toilet, put your hands on the toilet,” he said as I felt him take both hands and spread my cheeks. “DAMN NICCA, YOU TORE THAT PUSSY UP, TORE IT UP, HOT DAMN,” Derrick said as he slid several fingers up my ass, worked them around, and brought them back out. “Here,” he said as he shoved them into my mouth. They tasted tangy and metallic and were really slimy. I sucked on them as Derrick swirled them around my mouth. “You want to look at this man? Come look, look at that red angry pussy,” Derrick called to the big guy. I guess the guy said no, so Derrick said, “Come, let’s get you ready.” Ready? For what? I was not feeling as out of it anymore and as my head cleared a little it was flooded with the pain radiating from ass. Every step hurt, but I followed Derrick back out into the room. I could see the big guy was sitting at the table, Derrick told me to sit on the bed, and he sat in the other chair. “Damn man that was fucking hot,” Derrick said, “You like that man? Told you you could fuck it like you want and rape that pussy. Bet you ain’t done shit like in a while huh? You want him to suck my dick while you fuck him again? Do a jailhouse skewer? Huh?” The big guy shook his head, “No, no man, I don’t get into that shit. You can watch and it’s like I told you, I don’t get into guys.” Derrick just chuckled a little, “Right, right, I hear you.” Derrick lit up his pipe with a big new rock, did a couple big hits then passed it to the big guy who did the same. The big guy handed the pipe back to Derrick, closed his eyes, tilted his back, and licked his lips a little. I looked at Derrick and started to get up to take the pipe, but Derrick said, “How you feeling? Your head clearing up? Yeah? No, you need to do a little more Special then. Here, come over and sniff this as my man here said he can shoot a few loads and you need to let him. You want to fuck again man? Huh? Wreck and rape it again? OK. OK, so here, sniff this.” I bent over the table and sniffed up the Special Derrick had put out. It did not burn my nose as bad this time and I embraced the feeling it gave me as it washed down my body and my legs and arms tingled again. I looked at the big guy and his dick was rock hard, sticking almost straight up, and streaming ball juice out his piss hole. Derrick did a hit, handed the pipe to the big guy who took a few, as I stood there watching his black snake twitch and moan. I licked my lips looking at that huge dick as Derrick got up, went behind me, then as he came back said, “Get down there and suck that pimp dick like a good street whore.” I realized my knees had a bad case of rug burn on them and were real tender, as I got between the big guy’s legs and started to suck on his dick. Like before, his dick was so long and with the angle it was really hard to get far down the shaft, but I tried. The big guy then stood up, using his dick in my mouth to push me backwards against the bed. I lost my balance, fell back against the bed, and he used that momentum to push his dick into my mouth further and pin me to the side of the bed with it. I choked and reached up to try to push him away. He slapped my hands away, “Don’t fucking touch me bitch,” he barked, “Open your mouth, open it, you better not bite me.” The big guy then started fucking my face, forcing his dick into the back of my throat. I was starting to cough and choke, which was hard to do with that big fat dick in my mouth. I reached up again and this time he slapped my face hard, “GOD DAMN IT! I SAID DON’T.” FUCK that stung. I put my hands down and just tried to breathe through my nose as I felt like I was drowning. He was now pumping my face and driving hard into the back of my throat. “Slap that whore again, slap it man, rape that white mouth,” Derrick said. I realized he was not going to save me and had barely formed the thought when the big guy slapped my face again. This time his big hand covered half the side of my head too. My ears rang, tears started running down my face again, and then SLAP – the other side. The big guy started to build a little rhythm, SLAP, slam his dick down my throat, pull out, SLAP, slam his dick down my throat. Each slap harder than the last until it felt like the bells of Notre Dame were ringing inside my head. Although, each slap also made it easier to take his dick as he beat my jaw muscles loose and he pushed his angry black dick completely down my throat. Once he got into my throat he leaned over me, holding himself up on the bed with his arms extended, his legs to either side of my body pinning my arms, and started jack fucking my open throat so that his balls rested on each side of my chin when he bottomed out. “FUCKING PUSSY MOUTH – GET MY SHIT HARD – SWALLOW MY MONSTER MEAT – WRETCHED WHORE – CHOKE YOU OUT ON MY MOTHA-FUCKIN-SHIT!” the big guy yelled as he dug my neck out. My frantic snorts of air and gagging and gargling on his dick were muffled by his sweaty body and if I had been able to try to push him off I would have as I drowned in his dick of death. He didn’t are I couldn’t breathe as I was just a whore for his pleasure and that feeling – that sense of being completely powerless, used, and owned, overrode all else. After a few minutes, when he felt like I had submitted, the big slowed his stroke and pulled out just enough until he heard me snort in enough air to fill my lungs. He then balled out into my throat gain, forcing me to hold my breath longer and longer under the weight of his body. Finally, the big guy yanked his dick all the way out of my bruised neck. I gagged, choked, gasped, and fought to breath normal again as he gripped my shoulders and half lifted, half threw me up on the edge of the bed. I scrambled to get my hands and knees up under me as he buried his dick balls deep in one thrust and held me in place as he started to rape my ass again. The big guy had grabbed a handful of ass flesh with each hand and was holding me in place while he jack fucked. Derrick urged him on, “That’s it, yeah nicca, rape that pink pussy like you want, make it hurt, damn I like seeing that, that pussy is split wide open, that pussy wants it bad.” The big guy then stopped. I was panting hard and thought he must have shot his cum. He then leaned over my back and snarled, “That true? Your pussy wants it bad?” I said yes and SLAP. I saw stars and though, “What the fuck? Why did he slap my face?” His dick was still in my ass as he snarled again, “I will ask you one more time, (SLAP) your pussy wants it bad?” I was a little confused, but remembered Derrick’s instructions and this time pleaded, “NO, PLEASE STOP, PLEASE DON’T RAPE MY WHITE PUSSY, GET OFF ME, PLEASE, PLEASE DON’T HURT IT WITH THAT BLACK BULL DICK! DON’T RAPE ME!!” ‘Please don’t rape my white pussy’ were the magic words for Aladdin to open his magic cave. The big guy stood back up, wrapped his hands in a vice grip around my waist, growled and mumbled something I didn’t quite catch, and started to long-dick slam fuck me. I kept it up begging for him to stop and the louder I begged, the harder he fucked me raw. That big black monster dick was ripping the skin off my insides as every time he pulled out my guts went with him. I was now pleading and begging as loud as I could and Derrick was chiming in too urging him on. The big guys fingers wrapped even tighter around me, his nails embedded in my bruised flesh, holding me still as he raped my man cunt. “YEAH YOU FUCKING BITCH WHORE, THAT PUSSY IS MINE, YOU DON’T SAY NO TO ME, I TAKE WHAT I WANT, WHEN I WANT AND USE THAT SHIT. YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE THIS CUM, YOU BETTER TAKE THIS CUM PUSSY, YEAH YOU FUCKING SLAG WHORE – NASTY TRAP HOUSE SLUT – OPEN THAT FUCKING PUSSY UP AND TAKE THIS GOD DAMN NUTT!!!!!” This time when he shot his whole body quivered, spasmed, and shook. His fingers dug deeper into my flesh and I yelled. It seemed to wrack him for a while, and slowly he released his grip, and backed up, pulling his dick out of my ass as he did. Derrick got up. His dick was standing ready. I expected he would want to shove it right in, but he sat back down and handed the big guy the pipe again. I sat on the edge of the bed trying to breathe and suddenly aware of the empty ache in my ass. I was also wanting to taste his load and was tempted to stick my fingers up my ass to taste his hot cum. Derrick took a few hits of the pipe and adjusted his dick. I could tell he was horny as hell as he was leaking precum and I had to fight the urge to go over and lick it off the head of his dick. “Fuck bro, that was a good one,” Derrick said, “You sure know how to rape that pussy good. What are you feeling for now? You got another one in you? Want to hit it again?” The big guy looked at Derrick and said, “Hmm, fuck, I think my nutts are dried out right now.” Yet, I could see his cock was still half hard and I knew I wanted more. The Special was still working and I knew I could take it no matter how he fucked me. “Let’s just chill a minute then, see what you think in a minute, all good?” Derrick asked. The big guy just nodded and the Special was still playing me so I laid back on the bed, put my feet up on the edge, spread my legs a little and tilted my hole towards them. That was all it took for Derrick as he stepped over to the bed, pushed my legs back, and said, “Look at that pussy, look what your dick did homie. You made the bitch bleed real good.” The big guy got up, stepped over, and bent down a little, “Christ, it looks bruised and tore up for sure. Slag whore for sure.” I then felt a couple of fingers shoved into my hole, then Derrick brought his hand around and stuck them in my mouth. YES! I was waiting for that. The metallic taste was overpowering and the gobs of cum slid easily down my throat. “Look man, you got that pussy raped nice and good and it can’t take no more can it?” Derrick said as he looked at me. I shook my head no and said, “Please don’t, not again,” and Derrick kept saying, “But looks like you could still do some damage. How about you take it one more time. I know this whore can take it real good propped up like this, you just bust through that hole, all the way in, pull out the way out, punch fuck it.” The big guy just nodded, Derrick grabbed a couple pillows, had me scoot back a little, then put them under my hips and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. The big guy grabbed my legs by wrapping his hands around my calfs, pushed my legs back so my hole was pointing up and out, and dropped down into my hole, piercing my guts and pushing his load back in. His cock punched through and kept going. My ass had no resistance left and just opened up and took him whole. He pulled out, aimed at my hole again and dropped his weight back into my ass shoving his dick balls deep. I yelped and begged him to stop. He was not fucking my ass anymore, he was fucking my guts, but he kept doing what Derrick asked, would pull the way out, then drop back into my ass balls deep. I grunted, moaned, cried out and asked him not to rape me again, pleading, saying I was not whore. I spread my legs as far as he would let me, tried to push my ass up as far as I could, and let him pummel my ass, the entire time begging for him to get off me and stop. Thank God he did not listen and just fucked it like he wanted. The big guy fucked for a long while, pulled out, stood up, “Yo, I’m done man,” he said to Derrick. Shit – he didn’t cum, I wanted his load again. I put my legs down and listened as he and Derrick chatted for a minute while the big guy got dressed, then he left, without even a thank you to me or nod that I existed as anything more than an anonymous hole for his pleasure. Derrick turned the lights on, “Get your legs up, let me inspect that pussy right. Hold your legs back. DAMN!” Derrick ran his hand around my hole, and again, shoved several fingers up there as hard as he could – clawing, digging, stretching, scarping. This time when he pulled them out he stuck them in his mouth, not mine. He licked his fingers like they were covered in the sweetest honey. I put my head back and waited. “You did good with him. Took it just like I asked you. That is one pussy he will not forget anytime soon,” Derrick said as he chuckled a little, “But you know that watching that shit got me horny bitch, so now you’re going to take by bull nutt.” Derrick assumed the position the big guy had and followed his example by slamming down onto my ass and burying his cock up to the balls in my ass. “OH SHIT, THAT PUSSY IS LOOSE, AND WET,” DERRICK ALMOST SHOUTED. “YOU DON’T WANT ME TO RAPE YOU TOO DO YOU? HUH? NO? YOU’RE GONNA TAKE THIS BULL NUTT.” Derrick let a stream of cum loose into me and he dropped his dick in my hole one last time. He yanked out, then said, “Come here,” as he had me get on my knees and lick him clean. I tried to keep sucking on him, but he pushed me back and said, “Whew boy, that was a big nutt. Want to taste some more?” I shook my head yes, turned around, he stuck his fingers in my ass, held up his hand with his fingers spread and he and I both started to lick his fingers. Fuck that tasted good and I could feel more running down my legs as I stood there licking his fingers. It was now about 7:30 in the morning. I was coming down off the Special and the past 15 hours was catching up with me. Derrick too, as he said, “Yeah getting to be time to crash for a while. Fuck you are fun. Would love to get up in there some more, but not today. How about I give you a ride home, you can give me your number, and we’ll see about getting up again.” On the way home I could feel my ass still leaking and could not wait until I saw Derrick again. Later that day when I got up after spending several hours in bed, I realized just how sore my ass was, and how bruised and tore up my throat and body were. My hole was puffy and black and blue I was sure – those bruises I couldn’t see. The bruises on my ass, hips, waist, finger nail marks, all were angry and visible and marked me as the pig slut I had been. My knees were scraped up, I even had rug burn on my chest for Christ’s sake. Wow, those men truly marked me not with just their cum, but left a nice reminder of every fuck that still gets me hard to this day. My phone had also blown up while I was out and I had several messages from the guy who had just got out of jail who had fucked me for $40. I called the number back he left and he picked up on the first ring and 20 minutes later he was at my door and 30 seconds after that he was adding a fresh layer of markings to my ass, body, and guts. I saw Derrick several more times after that at the same seedy motel and every time we spun up and I ended up with an ass full of several loads of cum. I got used again by both the tall guy and big rapist, and a number of others including a group of rough necks who had been dealing and using in the back parking lot one night that Derrick had gotten to know and who were more than willing to throw down a gang rape.

Part 2 I picked up my boy and bent him over the chair. "Stick out your ass baby," I instructed him, and he arched his back showing me his sweet little pink cherry. There are few things I like more than the first taste of a virgins hole, and this one looked luscious. I kneeled down and lightly kissed his pink pucker and he slightly moaned. I licked around the outside a bit before I planted my lips against the sweet, sweet hole. Damn he tasted good. So fresh. So sweet. I dug my tongue in as far as I could, tasting my fresh new victim before his hole would become a gaping, sloppy gash. I ate that boypussy for a good 20 minutes while my baby boy moaned like a little whore. I finally pulled myself off of it and pulled out a little baggie. This baggie and some nice size rocks and I pulled one out and placed it on his opening with the tip of my finger. Slowly I pushed it into him and he hissed a little as it started to burn. I just slid my finger in deep, and worked that rock around into his tender membranes, rubbing it hard while he continued to moan. I turned him around and sat back on the chair, pulling him into my lap. He went crazy kissing me, trying to devour my tongue. I started pinching his nipples which only made him crazier. I knew I had me a true slut. I stood up and gathered up his clothes. "We're going to change booths," I told him. He looked a little confused, but was already too high to disagree. I stuck a finger up his ass and guided him out into the hallway toward my favourite booth, one that had glory holes in both sides. It was time to put my bitch to work. We passed several men in the hallway, some who knew me and knew what I was up too. They leared at the naked boy attached to my finger, knowing what was in store for him. I closed the door in the new booth and pushed my boy down to his knees. Almost instantly a cock poked through a hole, hard and dripping. "Suck that cock baby boy," I told him. "I want to watch you suck it." I held the poppers under his nose as he took several long drags, fueling his lust further. He crawled to the cock and started sucking it. I could tell he was inexperienced, but that was ok. I let him take his time, and he was doing ok. Soon the cock started to shoot, and I pulled my boy off after the first couple squirts in his mouth so the rest could go on his face and hair. My boy was going to be a dirty bitch and I wanted him to start looking like it. Another cock appeared on the other side and my boy didn't have to be told what to do. He dove on that cock as I held more poppers under his nose, reving him up more. This time I held his head and pushed it back and forth on the cock, forcing it down his throat, stretching him open. When the cock started cumming I pushed his face right against the wall so it was shooting down his throat. Then I pulled him off and coated his face with the rest. He was starting to look like a real cumslut. More poppers and a third cock to suck, and I started fingering his hole. Quickly I had two, then three fingers sliding in and out as the third cock erupted in his mouth. Without being told he pulled off and milked the rest of the load all over his face. Damn he was easy, and I knew he was ready for the next step. The next cock that came through he started sucking it. After he got it nice and wet I pulled him off and turned him around. More poppers and I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them as I pushed him down on the cock. "Sit on it baby boy," I breathed in his ear. "Relax and let it in you." The kid was so high it took no effort before he had the cock all the way in his pussy. I just held him against the wall as the cock drilled in and out of his hole. He moaned and grunted while he took his first fuck. "Good boy. Now you're learning what your pussy is. You're gonna make Jesse real happy!" He just continued to moan as the cock pumped his ass full of cum for the first time in his young life. Without even pulling away from the hole in the wall, a new cock quickly pushed into my boy, fucking him and getting his hole wetter and looser, and depositing another load in his guts. I opened the door of the booth and saw a buddy out side. I handed him the bottle of poppers and told him to keep an eye on my bitch for a few. "Make sure his holes are getting used! I'll be back very shortly" I grabbed the kids clothes except for his underwear and left the arcade. I tossed his clothes into my car, taking his wallet out of his jeans. I could sell his clothes easy for a few bucks. The Jordans should bring a little more. Then I grabbed his keys and went to the Escalade. I looked in his wallet, $300 bucks in cash, not bad. Stupid kid didn't even know enough to not bring money to a bookstore. A couple credit cards too. Wouldn't take me long to run them up. Daddy would just think they were stolen anyway. I looked around the Escalade for anything else, but found nothing. I looked at the kids ID. Blake Darby. He lived in the Heights. I knew it. Big houses up there. Blakey boy was in for a wild couple of weeks! I returned to the arcade, and slipped into an adjoining booth. I wanted to watch my new slut in action secretly. My buddy just stood there as Blake rode another anonymous cock through the hole. He looked blitz and he just pushed his ass back onto the partition, taking it as deep as he could. My buddy knelt in front of him and fed him his cock. Blake sucked it like a pro already. I watched my boy get spit roasted through the hole as both cocks filled him with more cum. I decided we had spent enough time in the bookstore and it was time for the next phase. I entered the booth and looked at my new slut. Cum dripped off his face and leaked out his no longer virgin hole. I just grabbed his shorts and told him to put them on, we're leaving. He didn't even hesitate or ask where the rest of his clothes were. He pulled on his shorts and I stuck my hand down the back, sticking two fingers in his dripping cunt. I guided him out into the hallway and out of the bookstore to his vehicle. I tossed him in the passenger side and off we went to Daddy's house in the Heights.

The very first day I met Buck, I knew he was a kinky son of a bitch. That's what I love about him. What I don't love about him is that, at his insistence, I'm still locked into this damned chastity device. That's what this story is about. Let's get a few terms straight. I'm a bottom. He's a top. I know that there's several definitions of kink. The popular initials are BDSM. These don't explain our relationship. While I am somewhat into the B/D part of this, I'm definitely not into the S/M part. Thankfully neither is Buck. He will apply pain but not for the act of causing it. He doesn't get off on hurting people or his bottoms just to please himself. I suppose the D/S initials best describe our relationship. He's the Dominant and I'm the submissive. It happened when we met and it's still working. He's in charge and I obey. I can't help myself. He had been out of town for work and was supposed to gone for two weeks. I hated that since it meant I wouldn't have access to his kinkiness or domination. I weakly took advantage of his absence to take advantage of my most secret fantasy. I've long held a fantasy of enforced chastity. I had played at it on and off for the last couple years, but it was strictly solo. None of the guys I've dealt with on more than hit it situations wanted anything to do with it to the point I finally learned to keep it to myself. I didn't hear a knock. I didn't hear his key in my lock. He appeared out of nowhere while I was at my computer with my headphones on. I jumped like hell when I felt his hands on my shoulders. I relaxed when I realized who it was, then tensed up when I remembered that he didn't know. I hadn't mentioned my chastity fantasies to Buck and here I was sitting in my desk chair wearing only a t-shirt and my chastity device. He started to lick my neck leading up to biting my neck and apparently got a clear view of my tiny little cock in its chastity device. Of course, he asked what was going on down there. He already knew I was totally passive and completely bottom. I was still mortified that he had caught me that off guard and that I now had to completely submit to his question. Minutes later I had told him what it was and why I was locked in it. I had to admit to Buck that, while my primary sexual interests and reliefs was sucking cock and being fucked, that, when I wasn't engaging in either action, I would often jerk off. He asked if I thought that was unusual. Suddenly I didn't see my masturbation as unusual outside of my not wanting to use my little pecker for anything else, but strangely, Buck did. He instantly knew how to use my misinterpretation against me. He instantly knew that if I wasn't either getting cock up my ass or in my mouth that I finally resorted to jerking off. It apparently brought out his Dominant side in an insidious way. He asked where the keys were. Since I was his sub, I got up and gave them to him. Both keys. He did ask and I admitted that those were the only keys to the lock. Then the questions began. He asked how long I had been locked in it. I told him that I had locked myself in the night he left. His next question was how long had I been locked in. I admitted that the longest I had stayed locked in it was two weeks, before I had weakened and unlocked myself to jerk off. He was silent for about two minutes and asked me how long I thought I could stay locked. I took a deep breath and considered several possibilities at the same time. I was aware enough to realize I was about to enter either Heaven or Hell. I quite consciously told him that it was tolerable enough I could endure it until he felt it time to let me out. Later that evening I regretted not letting him know about my chastity fantasies. He fucked me twice and came in my mouth/throat three times. Imagine him taking my being at his complete mercy as to when I got any sort of sexual relief other than from him to his advantage. The next day he put it out in the open. He wanted to keep me locked. It really turned him on and tweaked his imagination. The following morning after breakfast he asked me how strong my chastity fantasies were. I wasn't wearing it at that moment despite surrendering the keys to him the previous night. I told him I knew I was a bottom and my little cock didn't matter to a top. He smiled a bit, then urged me to continue because I hadn't answered his question. I finally answered. "Sir," I swallowed and took a deep breath, "I wish you to lock that device on me and keep me locked as long as you wish." I hesitated a moment, wishing I knew how Buck was going to take what I was saying and wondering if I really meant it. I continued, "My sexual relief relies on serving you orally or anally as you wish." "Good boy," he said, "Go get it and bring it in here." I instantly went to fetch it. He inspected it piece by piece, then asked if I could get out of it. I told him I hadn't really tried but it took me a while to get used to it, but once I did it felt comfortable. "What say we try a month locked and you try to get out of it?" My eyes went wide and I know I betrayed myself. I wanted and hated the idea at the same time. Fantasy and Hell at the same time, I brought it on myself I sort of thought, I let him find out. Looking back, it was a wonderful month. Buck was horny as hell knowing that I was absolutely unable to get any sort of sexual relief and loved teasing me about it while he was thrusting his cock up my ass. "You love being a fuck toy don't you bitch? You know your place. You don't get to cum, only real men get to, Right?" I agreed and meant it at that moment. The next morning got very real. I woke up early as I normally do. Buck was already up and handed me a coke and a paper plate with the key to my chastity device. I looked at him with a longing glance then handed him the plate back. "You're sure you know that you've just surrendered your sexual relief to me completely don't you?" I nodded. "Say it!" he ordered. "You own my cock and chastity Sir. I'm your toy to use as you please." For the next two months he took that to heart and kept me locked in the device. I would say I was horny as hell despite being fucked and kept mouth full of cock the whole time. Buck's dominant side really took over after his finding my real secret and it fueled him, but the occurrences of December 31st really caught me off guard. That morning Buck kissed me, and ordered me into the living room of what was now our apartment. I brought a towel and spread it on the couch, afraid his cum would leak out of me and stain it. He handed me a pair of dice. I looked puzzled I know. He smiled and told me we were about to play a game. I asked. He told me a chastity game. I had to look puzzled to him again. He told me to roll the dice, so I did. They came up what they call 'snake eyes'. "Hmmm" he remarked, adding "That's not good for you." "What do you mean?" I responded. "You just rolled to see how many orgasms you get this year and got two." I was suddenly completely awake but didn't complain. He handed me the dice again and told me to roll them again, telling me that this roll would be multiplied by ten second slices to determine how long I had to jerk myself off to orgasm when I was released. I should have asked for a trial roll since it came up 'snake eyes' again. I suspected loaded dice. "So," I asked with what rebelliousness I had left, "You're telling me that I only have twenty seconds to jack myself off?" His self satisfied grin was my answer. He meant it. I was going to have two twenty second opportunities to jerk myself to orgasm over the next year. I was strangely satisfied and frustrated at the same time. Again Buck handed me the dice, and instructed me to roll them again. I was really puzzled and asked the significance of the outcome. "This roll will determine how many loads of cum you must take on the days you're to be released for your orgasms," he replied. 'Shit', I thought to myself.

I've had the experience of guys wanting to fuck at the drop of a hat and then calling me a poseur when I demur. It's not even about preparing, it's just that life happens and guess what? I may not be able to drop everything, much as I might like to. I get that the guy is horny and wants to fuck now but he's got no call being pissed at me because I've got something I'm committed to doing right now. So, yeah, fuck him, I'm better off with guys who can plan ahead at least by a half day, you know?

Why is it addictive? Well, what's the whole point of sex, on a biological level? To swap DNA, to put it into another's body or (if you're a bb bottom slut like me) to take it inside you and keep it in as long as possible. That's something older than human or primate, it's fucking primordial. For me, there's no feeling better than a hot guy blowing his load into me. It's beyond reason, beyond human. It's just fucking primordial!

Brandon, Ben and Sam- As told by Ben Paul had barely left when I started thinking of Brandon’s request. This was going to be fun but Sam and I would have to be careful. I did not want Brandon to find out that we had been fucking bareback. I had already slipped up with Mike and Brandon had been very disapproving. Even though it was quite late I thought it was time to start the conversation so I sent Sam a quick text. “Loved our fuck-party the other. Up for more?” Sam must have been busy as it was more than an hour before I heard my phone chime with an incoming text message. “Always. But doesn’t Brandon get back tomorrow?” “Yes. But he wants to meet you.” “Socially or?” “Wants a threesome but is coy about it.” “Coy?” “Yeah. Doesn’t know we fuck. Says social but plan to go further.” “Cool. Should come to my place. Hot tub is a great start.” “I suggested that. He thinks so too!” “Tomorrow night maybe? My friend Zach is at the conference and said they would be done by midday.” “Zach? The hot little slut who works with Brandon? I forgot about him.” “Yeah. Same one.” “Of course we’ll have to use condoms. Brandon insists.” “You know I hate the damn things.” “Just for tomorrow tonight.” “Ok. Zach told me about Brandon’s attitude towards condoms.” “Really?” “Yeah. Last week Zach wanted Brandon to fuck him. Didn’t happen.” “Why?” “Zach is bareback ONLY.” “Zach sounds hot. I’d love to meet him. When last did you hear from him.” “Late last night. Told me about a hot BB party he hosted.” “?? Zach works closely with Brandon. Was safe-sex-only-Brandon at the party?” “Bareback party. No, SAFE SEX ONLY Brandon was not there.” “Of course. What was I thinking? I don’t think he has had sex with anyone without me.” There was a pause in the texting. It was at least five minutes before Sam responded. “I guess unlike you he hasn’t been taking loads from strangers behind your back.” I felt stung by the insinuation in Sam’s message but it was true of course. I was screwing around bareback while Brandon probably wasn’t having any sex on the side. “Yeah, well. Maybe he can come around to doing it sooner or later.” “I’m sure he will. My place tomorrow at 8.” “I’ll check with Brandon, but sure. Sounds good. Be a good start to the weekend.” “We’ll just have to find a sneaky way to get into each other’s asses bare while Brandon isn’t looking. “Hell yeah. See you tomorrow.” - As told by Brandon I could not wait for Friday evening to come around. Ben had told me that Sam had invited us around for cocktails and maybe some “hot tubbing and stuff.” Based on what Zach had told me, and what I had seen on the internet, it was going to be more than that. More like juicy cocks and hot fucking. But of course for now I would still keep up the condom pretense, although I would try to get a load up my chute or in Sam’s. We grabbed a quick dinner and then walked over to Sam’s place. I wondered if Sam would prove to be as hot and hunky in real life as he appeared on his profile pictures. We rang the doorbell and I waited in anticipation. The door swung open and I was not disappointed. Sam was even better in person and I was impressed by the ample bulge in his tight faded jeans. I was definitely looking forward to the “and stuff” part of the evening. After Ben briefly introduced us Sam led us to the living room where he had a bottle of sparkling wine and three glasses waiting. “This is something to celebrate.” He said, “I finally get to meet my best buddy from college’s husband.” From the way he was looking me up and down I wondered if Zach had told him anything about the previous week’s party. If so, he hopefully would not say anything to spoil the fun. We made small talk with Sam and I getting to know each other while we finished off the wine. I could see that Ben was getting fidgety, obviously he wanted the action to move along. When a gap came in the conversation he proposed that Sam show me the hot tub. Sam willingly agreed, grabbing another bottle of bubbly from the fridge as we walked through the kitchen. The hot tub was installed in the privacy of the basement and the room was obviously intended as a play room for adults. Sam noticed me taking in the contents of the room and he chuckled. “I got the idea for my basement from my friends Josh and Matt. They have their hot tub in a very private walled in back yard. You guys did bring your swimsuits, didn’t you?” Obviously naked tubbing was not the start of the evening’s fun. “Sure.” Ben and I said simultaneously. We all stripped and I smiled to see that both Sam and Ben were wearing identical TeamBB speedos. I was wearing the same swimsuit that I had worn to the previous week’s bareback orgy. We all got into the tub and continued our casual conversation, with Sam making sure that our glasses were regularly topped up. Almost immediately after entering the water I felt Sam’s hand on my crotch and it only took a minute before my hand was in the back of his speedo searching for his hole. Ben was also very active feeling us both up. We’d been in the tub for a least half an hour and the heat and the alcohol was starting to get to us, not to speak of all the underwater touching. Ben spoke up. “Guys I’ve got to pee. Don’t start anything without me.” As Ben got out he grabbed a towel and started to dry himself off. Sam grinned. “Well, then, if that is what you are thinking, bring the lube and some condoms back from the bathroom.” Sam obviously kept the place well stocked although I’m sure he did not use the rubbers very regularly We got out of the hot tub and Ben went to the bathroom. Sam sat down on the raised edge of the tub and motioned me to come closer so that he could whisper something to me. I could not keep my eyes off the massive meat revealed by the translucent white spandex as I bent towards him. “Zach told me about the TeamBB party. Don’t worry. I won’t tell Ben. But I do want to fuck you bare and cum in your ass. We will just make a show with the condoms.” I leaned closer to kiss him and he put his arms around me and forced me down onto his soaked crotch. “Suck it. Suck it though my swimsuit. Taste what’s going to fuck you later.” I was on my knees busy sucking on his bulge when Ben returned. “Damn you guys. You did start without me”, and he sank to his knees beside me. He pulled open Sam’s speedo and soon our hungry mouths were both working on his dick. As he hardened I realized just how big he was. This was going to be a fun ride. -As told by Ben: Brandon had now taken Sam’s cock head into his mouth and was working it vigorously so it was time to step up the action. “Spit roasting time.” As I stood up and grabbed the lube. I pulled down the front of my swimsuit and pulled down Brandon’s revealing his tasty crack. I was torn between rimming him and fucking but fucking won. I slathered lube on my dick and pressed into Brandon’s willing hole. He uttered a grunt of pleasure as he felt my familiar cock in his ass. I looked over Brandon’s head at Sam and winked. “And when he has got you good and hard you can fuck me.” I just started fucking Brandon when Sam got up. He grabbed a condom, ripped open the package and made a big show of rolling it over his cock so that Brandon could see it. Grabbing the lube, he then moved behind me where Brandon could not see. I heard him squirt lube and the sounds of him slicking up his cock. As he started probing my anus with his cock head I felt him put something rubbery into my hand. It was the condom. As soon as I felt that I closed my fist, hiding the condom inside. Sam eased his bare meat into my ass as I was fucking Brandon. As always, it felt incredible being the meat in a bareback sandwich, but knowing that Sam was fucking me raw while Brandon had no idea what was going on was too much for me. I shot my load immediately up Brandon’s chute. I hadn’t really wanted to come so soon. -As told by Brandon. I know Ben well enough to know that after cumming he would need some time to recover so I stepped forward and let his dick slip out of my ass. I turned around and went on my knees to clean him off and try and catch a glimpse of Sam’s dick in his ass. The angle did not allow me to see anything so I got up and stood behind them, fisting my meat with my right hand. Every time I tried to see if Sam was wearing the condom he caught me looking and changed his position or buried his cock in Ben’s ass to hide the evidence. Ben was obviously taking it raw and Sam was helping him keep up the deceit. The thought of my husband getting fucked bareback in front of me and trying to hide it was HOT! I wondered what had happened to the condom. That and the sight of Sam’s thrusting bubble butt was too much for me. I wanted to fuck him deep and hard and give him the load he desired. Picking up a condom, I could not help but notice the expiration date. Mar 2004. Damn, twelve years. Obviously the only thing these were good for was bursting at the right moment. (Or wrong moment, depending on your point of view). I tore open the package and made a great show of putting it on and made sure that Ben could see. I positioned myself behind Sam and now Ben could not see my dick. As I slid my sheathed dick into Sam’s hole the condom disintegrated and I was in bare. Sam offered a grunt of pleasure and ground his ass against my crotch as my dick bottomed in his greedy hole. Sam could take as well as he could give and did most of the work between us and was the first to approach climax. As he started to cum and shoot his load in Ben, I felt his ass muscles clamp on my dick and I shot a massive load deep into his bowels. We barely recovered from our orgasms before Sam grabbed a hand towel for himself and gave one to me as well. As he withdrew from Ben he immediately covered his dick with the towel, and then as he wiped down his crotch and dick immediately produced a used condom. Damn, the man was an artist at deception. I took the hint and covered myself, pulling off the shredded condom and wrapping it in the towel. Mission achieved, loads given and taken, while all pretending to be “safe.” My only regret was that it was Ben who got his load, not me. We all took a quick shower and spent the rest of the evening drinking and talking about our college days. Ben and Sam made it obvious that they had fucked each other often while at college. I had to admit that I had a few gay friends at college, but that I had never had sex with my best buddy Aiden. Not that I had not wanted to, but he was a total bottom who kept saying that he did not want to destroy our friendship by having sex. Aiden also believed in waiting for that one special guy he would meet one day. He eventually moved to the West coast and found himself a top for a boyfriend. We still kept in touch though and called and emailed regularly. As the evening wound to a close Sam suggested that we get together with Matt and Josh the next weekend. He described them to me, without realizing that between Ben, And Zach and the wonders of the internet, I had a pretty good idea of who they were.

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

It sounded like a great 30th birthday present from my partner Bill—a professional massage followed by some hot love making. I was down with that! Bill and I ate an early supper out at our favorite neighborhood dive and I had time for a relaxing shower before the masseuse arrived at 8. I took the liberty of getting clean and ready for some deep dicking by Bill after I was all relaxed from my massage. Jon advertized in the local GLBT rag with at least a few dozen competitors. Bill chose him because he listed his qualifications and training and didn’t feature a scantily dressed photo. I laughed at this and said what if I wanted a DEEP massage and Bill promised he would take care of that afterwards. I’ll admit it—I was horny! Jon showed up on time and set up his table in the back study of our house. Bill said he was going to watch some TV upstairs and he kissed me and told me to enjoy my birthday present. Jon said he could massage me naked or with underwear on—what ever my comfort level was. I hadn’t had a professional massage and told him I wanted the works. He smirked and winked while he said, “but, of course!” As my upper thighs were sore from working out at the gym, I asked if I could start on my back. Certainly he said as he turned on a CD with soft music on his little boom box and adjusted the lights low so I could be totally relaxed. Jon was good! He covered my naughty bits with a towel when he was working elsewhere and he quickly had me relaxed and very pliable. I guess massage can be hard work because I noticed he slipped out of his sweat pants to gym shorts and took off his short sleeve shirt to reveal a wife beater and an amazing chest—heck, the whole package was mighty nice! I tried to not pay attention to him as I turned over to my stomach. He worked my back over very well and I got so relaxed my right arm slide off the table. He changed position and stood on my right side—my arm was lightly in contact with his sizzling body. My head was within the opening in the table so it could remain lined up and not turned one way or the other. All I could see was the floor but my awareness seemed to spike. There was something in that simple connection between his body and my arm and his strong hands kneading me that made me feel very alive. He started working the small of my back and pressed against my arm a little closer. I was aware that my dick was reacting to this and a sigh slipped out. He reached down to grab my hand and place it back on the table. I missed the contact immediately, but his hands started working my ass and that caught my attention. I love my ass massaged by Bill, but Jon was like a bread maker working stiff dough. Whether it was right or not, I spread the legs to give him easier access. I was so in tune with this feeling of bliss. I could hear Jon’s steady breathing over the soft music. My own breathing was deep and I was in heaven. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as he made me more pliant than I had ever been. He worked one leg and then the other—my ass still exposed and legs spread. When he worked the point where my legs connected with my ass, I could feel precum dripping out of me and I sighed and spread my legs a bit more. Jon’s slick oiled hands worked me like no one had before. It wasn’t exactly sexual, but I was harder than a rock and was started to pant a bit. He poured a bit more oil in his hands and was now working between my cheeks. When his fingers finally strayed against my hole I gasped out loud. Was this a massage or a seduction? I was monogamous with Bill, but I was so fucking turned on and relaxed that I couldn’t make a move to stop whatever Jon wanted. It was pretty obvious that I was enjoying this special attention. My ass clenched and relaxed in time with Jon’s ministrations. Jon said he was getting rather warm and I could hear him pulling off his shirt and perhaps slipping his shorts off. I wasn’t sure. All I knew is that I was so turned on! Jon’s next move surprised me. I felt his 5 o’clock scruff against my right ass cheek. He was just rubbing up and down my cheeks and I instinctively flexed my free hand against him. He was naked! He grabbed my hand and led it to what felt like a log between his legs. I groaned as I squeezed it and he now started licking my crack. I thrust against him and started milking his mighty tool as he started eating my hole. I was now moaning and was disappointed when he broke the connection. That disappointment quickly faded as I felt him climb on the table and he grabbed my ass cheeks hard and started tongue fucking and finger fucking me. My ass was as spread as it could be and I was scooting up a bit with my ass to give him better access. He moved up further and I could feel his dick against my ass. I was a bit nervous now. I hadn’t cheated on Bill before and taking an unknown man’s dick bare was not safe! As he slid his drooling shaft up and down my crack, he reached under and pinched my nipples. I moaned anew and he started nibbling and talking in my ear. He told me that he wanted to give me the ultimate birthday present. I didn’t say a word, just felt him pressing against my slightly open hole. He kept talking and said that Bill thought a deep massage would spice up his and my sex life. I finally told him I didn’t want to get caught and this wasn’t very safe. He laughed and said he wouldn’t fall off the table and hurt himself. He then said he only topped and I had nothing to worry about. He asked if I was poz and I said no pretty sharply. He said “perfect” and started pulling me up into the doggy position. I was shaking my head no even as he was lining up to penetrate me. I moaned no as he started pressing in earnest. It felt SO good to feel that thick head pop through my first ring. He stopped and continued to tweak my nipples and talk dirty to me. He told me he knew I wanted this and he was going to take me and give me what I really needed for my birthday. I groan and pushed back against him—together we worked to achieve total penetration. I liked hearing Jon’s gruff voice as he quietly spoke and got my even more turned on by his dirty talk. He asked me who was bigger—him or Bill. “You are.” I admitted. Who did I want fucking me? “You, Jon” “When we are done, I want you to shower and then fuck Bill with your hot hole—make sure he eats your ass first. I am going to make your hole really slick for Bill to enjoy—that will spice up your sex life and make me really happy that you shared this fuck with your partner.” Jon instructed. “Your ass is going to be so open and slippery from my fuck and my seed deep in you, boy! You want that, don’t you? You want to be a hole for me to breed? A receptacle for sperm? I moaned and admitted that I did. The pounding started going in overdrive! He was quietly cursing and tell me that he was going to own my ass and mark it as his own. I hadn’t read anything about pozzing talk at this point in my life so it was just a super turn on to hear that he wanted me so bad. I didn’t know what I was asking for when he started telling me what he wanted to hear from me. I was so hard as he pounded me that I begged for his seed, for him to breed my ass and make it his. “This is so hot, boy! Your partner paid to have you massaged but you are getting bred as well! 2 for 1, boy! All, right, fag boy, here comes your birthday gift—I am breeding you…now!!!” Jon rammed in as deep as he could and I could feel him jerking and spurting within me. The feeling made me shoot then and there. “Nothing finer than a boy shooting his load when he is finally bred right!” Jon sighed. He stayed in me sliding in and out as he worked his load into my receptive hole. Jon told me to keep his load in my ass so it would feel amazing for Bill later. I complied. Bill and I had great sex that night. He ate my ass and told me how relaxed and silky it was after my massage. I was hard from thinking about what he was doing and whose load he was tasting. Jon was right, Bill liked fucking my hole after Jon had bred it. A few months later I got sicker than a dog. A sense of dread filled me and later I tested poz. I couldn't find Jon's ad anymore and I had no way to contact him. I knew exactly what Jon had meant by his words! I had been bred for my birthday!

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

Pete and I had scored some favors for this weekend, so we packed up our duffle bags and headed for the baths on Friday night. We got there around 9, so we had plenty of time to get our parTy on before the bar crowd started arriving. We had both done a thorough, deep cleanout before leaving home (plus we hadn't eaten for 24 hours!), so we were ready for some heavy duty assplay! We dropped some X and smoked some T, and then started playin' with each other's holes. The "club music" pounding through the halls of the bathhouse, and the occasional sounds of rough sex from the surrounding rooms helped us to get into our favorite sleaze mood! After several rounds of the glass cock, we were definitely in need of some hard cock - and believe it or not, it was already 2 am!!! (Time flies when you're havin' FFun - and high!) We could hear the door buzzer downstairs letting new people in, so we were eagerly anticipating getting our fuckholes filled. I went out to the chalkboard by the 3rd floor bathroom and printed "2 PNPigs - BB Only! #312." Then I went back to our room, where we gave each other a hefty booty bump. We opened the door - and waited. It wasn't long before we had two young, muscle twinks fucking us and shooting thick loads of cum deep in our hungry holes. When they were done, they got up, wrapped their towels around their waists, and left. Next up were two Latino studs with big, thick, uncut cocks. "You guys fuck raw?" one of them asked. "Bareback only!" Pete insisted, as he pushed some of his previous fucker's cum out of his hole. The two guys smiled, came in, and sank their fat pieces of meat in our well-lubed holes. When they were done shooting, Pete and I eagerly cleaned off their tools with our mouths, including the loose foreskin covering the fat heads. (Damn, I love the taste of my ass on a fat cock!) Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! Next were two leather, muscle bears in harnesses, boots, chaps and leather codpieces. They walked in, shut the door, and snapped off their codpieces to reveal perfectly matched, pierced, beercan thick, cocks!!! Pete and I sat up and each took one in our mouths. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the one that Pete was sucking pull out a glass pipe from his leather vest. He heated up the bowl with his torch and took a deep drag of the thick, white smoke. I took my mouth off the fat cock that I was sucking, long enough to say, "Fuck yeah, Daddy!!!" He lit it again and handed it to his younger buddy, who filled his lungs with chemsmoke. Pete pulled on his leather Daddy's balls, while he shoved the fat, pierced meat down his throat. "Fuuuccckkkkk!" the leather stud growled. "On your knees, boy," he ordered. Pete and I both got on our hands and knees, exposing our hungry fuckholes for some serious fucking. The two leather studs took turns fucking our asses and mouths for a good 30 minutes (along with a few more tokes on the glass cock...) The feel of those 00 gauge PAs slidin' across our prostates, and the nice stretch from their thick meat (combined with the X and T!) was fuckin' incredible! They finally shot nice, thick loads in our holes, and continued to fuck their cum deep inside us!!! Then, to our surprise, they both got down and greedily sucked the cum out of our fuckslots!!! When they were satisfied, they stood up and traded cum in a deep, sloppy, bear kiss. While they were stuffing their slimy cocks back into their codpieces, I noticed the older stud eyeing our assortment of XXXLarge dildos. "Looks like you guys are into some serious assplay?" he grinned. "You got that right," I said, lubing up our Ty Fox dildo and easily sliding it in Pete's sloppy hole. "Us, too!" he smiled, bending his buddy over and sliding 3-4 fingers in his hairy, muscle hole. "We're gonna go parTy some more, but we'll be back to get our holes stretched! You guys are FFun!!!" he said while licking his buddy's butt juice off his fingers. Smoke! Booty bump! Open door! "Man, I love playin' with versatile guys like us," Pete said, greasing up our Kris Lord dildo and ramming it in my chemhungry pighole. "Fuck yeah!" I moaned, as I leaned over and chewed on his pierced nipples. The next few loads became a blur, as the parTy favors really kicked in. All we knew was that we needed more and more cock! At some point, we looked up, and there were two "wide receiver-sized" Black studs standing in the doorway. A little goofy from the chems, Pete piped up and said, "Hope you guys have some big, fat cocks, 'cause we sure need to get fucked!" The door closed and the towels dropped to reveal two enormously thick, veiny, pierced cocks. Pete and I grabbed our ankles, pulled them back to our heads, and pushed our battered holes open for our two new fuckers. "Damn! Your message wasn't kiddin' about you bein' a coupla pigs!" one of the guys said, referring to my message on the chalkboard. They wasted no time in sinking their thick, fucktools into our slutty jizzholes. "Damn! I never had my cock slide in so easy!" the one with the pierced nipples said. "You must get fucked a lot." "Every chance I get," I panted, as he ground his monstercock as deep as it would go. "Hey, James - how's that dude's ass?" my fucker casually asked his buddy. "Sweet, man. Most guys scream when I deep dick 'em like this. But this dude just keeps on grinnin'," James said, as he through his entire bodyweight into fucking Pete. "Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck -- Oh -- Fuck!" I heard Pete chanting in rhythm with James' deep thrusts. Between their muscular legs, big muscular bodies and huge cocks, these RAMstuds powerfucked our greedy holes into ecstasy!!! When they finally came, it seemed like they were unloading a quart of cum in each of us - and they just kept pumping - and pumping - and pumping! When they finally pulled their cocks out with a loud "ploplplplpllp," my ass felt full and empty at the same time... "Give us a while to recharge, and we'll be back for more!" the guy with the nipple rings grinned, as he wrapped his towel around his muscular waist. "Yeah, that's some of the best ass I've ever fucked!" his buddy winked. When they opened the door to leave, our two leather buddies were standing outside. They stared, open mouthed, as the two hung, black athletes squeezed out into the hallway. "You lucky fuckers!" the younger leather bear smiled. "Everybody in the place has been after those two studs since they walked in." The leather guys walked in and closed the door. "Looks like you guys could use a "pick-me-up," the leather Daddy said, as he loaded a good-sized rock in his glass pipe, and fired it up for us. "Thanks, man," I said after I had inhaled a huge white cloud deep into my lungs. "That was one incredible fuck," I said dreamily, noticing that his goateed face was between my legs, sucking out the cumpilation of loads since we'd last seen them. "Mmmmm-Hmmmmm!" he managed to acknowledge as his tongue dug deep into my spunkhole. His buddy/son/slave was between Pete's legs doing the same. More smoke! More booty bump! Lots of assplay between the four of us. These guys weren't kidding when they said they were into heavy assplay. Pete and I put on the leathers we'd brought with us, partied some more, and then got down to the business of workin' our new buddies' holes. Fortunately, they were as much in to catching as they were pitching. Four hungry pigholes definitely got a workout! And with a little Viagra, I think each of us got a turn at fucking the other three's fuckholes! "Damn, I'm glad you boys like to fuck," leather Daddy said, as Pete drilled him with his chem-assisted hardon. "I get tired of bein' the only top around, and I sure love a big dick in my hole after I've been parTyin'," he grinned. "Hey babe, let 'im have some of your cock for awhile," Pete winked, as I pulled my wet 8 incher outta slaveboi's hungry ass. I have to admit, when I'm fucked up, turned on and full of Viagra, I do have a damn thick cock - with a 00 guage PA!!! "How's this feel, fucker?!?!" I growled, sinking my fat cock into his gaping rosebud. "Fuuuuccckkkkk! Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Fuck my hungry pighole, stud!" he yelled. When I looked over, Pete was on top of slaveboi's stiff cock, ridin' like a buckin' bronco. "Pigs fuckin' rule!!!" he yelled, waving his fist in the air. Eventually, hungry for more cock, we opened the door, and our Black studs were waiting outside for another fuck - only now there were four pigs to service!!! One of them left, but came back in about five minutes with two other, equally hot and thickly hung fuckers! Each of us was rewarded with a mindblowing asspounding, ending with a buttload of thick, hot cummmm! Boy, am I glad I put that message on the chalkboard! It definitely paid off this weekend!!!

Some truth is too good to be fiction... DaddyBoy Ben is what I've renamed the slut. Taking on a new identity is integral to transformation. So we'll call him that. I travel a lot for work and pleasure and stumbled across him in the south. Let's say Birmingham, but it wasn't. He schooled and worked mall retail. 18 and hot young 6'1" soccer player with a tite lil body that was furry in all the right places, with a 5 o'clock shadow, piercing blue eyes and a million dollar smile--and was articulate, bright and obviously way too book smart--and boxers dumb. The kid was a strong 8 on a scale of 1 to 10... bear daddy has high standards (no point in ruining shit that's already fucked up, right?). About to graduate HS. So kinky and bold that the first vids he sent were 1) getting fucked bare by a bear, 2) pissing on himself and 3) of him crapping a shit into the tub. He'd been raised in a very conservative Christian home. Been top of his class in a private Christian academy. And boiling over with angst and urges he was powerless to control. Sadly, he was busy with school and graduation. I was never in town at the right time. So we just texted for over a year. And then this summer, he returned home after a year at school. And we still missed each other twice when I was in his area. And then, last Thursday evening about bedtime he called. "Daddy, do you have a minute. Something happened today. And I feel free. I've not been a good boy, but now I'm ready." What had changed is that he'd gone to a hotel room full of tweakers who had booty-bumped his brains out. But for all the rimming and toy play, everyone had limp lil tina dicks. And DaddyBoy Ben was finally ready to submit, but trapped on an island of misfit dicks. "I'm in the car now dad. I'm kind of lost getting out of town, but I'm heading your way. How do I get there?," he asked. "It's 9 hours son," I replied. "It's not like I'll be sleeping any time soon, Daddy," he shot back. "I've dodged you. Avoided you. Said I was busy when I wasn't. At one point I even blocked your number, but I still jerked off to thoughts of you. And went on Breeding Zone every day--knowing you were the one who sent me there. I've self-fisted my hole, wishing it was you. Feeling so empty. I'm coming now. I'm ready and I'm on my way." So, I thought to myself... all it took was one good booty bump to dislodge 19 years of uptight sexual constipation. Oh Tina, you are a wild one. And he was literally lost in the woods in bumfuck 'Bama. He had to share his location so I could talk him to I-65 north. And he blew up my phone all night. When he finally hit town, I left work to meet him at my place. He was every bit the adonis I'd seen in the pics. Yet he had come to life, with the most adorable aww-shucks smile. Bashful antics. And an eager mouth that raped my goatee and mouth the moment we stepped in the door. We left a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom. He jumped up on the bed, and raised in the air one of hot and furry boy ass, with an eager pucker you could tell he was trying to wreck. And then, I noticed dried blood on one of those tight, athletic ass cheeks. "Ummm... DaddyBoy Ben," I asked, "there's dried blood on your ass cheek." "Oh god dad, I'm sorry," he confessed. "I got so horny last night that I stopped at a rest area in Tennessee and got in the back seat to play with my boyhole. But all I could find back there to stick up in me was a big mag-lite. And I got a little too rough with myself." "I'm sorry, I tried to clean it up." Damn, I thought. Did the heavens just open up and drop the perfect fuck slut into my life? "It's okay, kid," I reassured him. "Dad's fave lubes are 1) cum from the last dad, 2) spit and 3) the wrecked remnants of a young fuck hole that's wayyyyyy to eager." With that, I grabbed the elbow grease and began to finger his hole while slicking up my chode. One finger met no resistance in him. The second joined it easily. The third joined those... and not until the fourth did I reach his fuck ring. And it was still rubbery and eager, opening up as I added my thumb to the pyramid my bear paw made as I tried to find his limit. He cried out--yet pushed back, instead of pulling away. And reached for the elbow grease, grabbed a handful and then lubed by hand up to my wrist. I worked that furry ass while dirty talking the little tweaked out, cum hungry fist-bitch. "So you're finally ready for your first known poz load, son?," I goaded. "Yes, daddy, I'm soooooo ready," he replied with his mouth in a guttural, come-breed-me growl... as his eager hole kept twitching around my big old bear paw, as I worked it up into DaddyBoy Ben. The cock and cum hungry bitch was a natural. At barely 19, his body knew how to beg at both ends. I removed my paw and replaced it with my daddy cock. Seeing his lightly-fur covered ass yield to my fuck beast, as my big bush of gray dad pubes nestled into his crisco-covered, crimson boy crack. And I went to town. Called him every dirty name in the book. Smacked his ass and asked him, "Who's your daddy, Ben?" and went wild as he bit the pillow and said, "You are, DaddySir." I'd stretched and wrecked his hole so hard it was my saving grace. I'd have busted my two day nut in him so fast if I'd had resistance. As he tightened back up after a few minutes, I got on my back. And told him to sit his teen ass on that vile fuck beast of a poz daddy cock. And hop on it he did. DaddyBoy Ben landed in the saddle and rode like he was breaking broncos. His tight teen pecs had nice nips with big eraser-sized points I could pull... and they were hard-wired straight to his cum hole. The harder I tweaked, the harder he rode. "You can hop off any time son," I said. "If you still wanna be a chicken shit who talks the talk. But if you wanna talk the walk and ride the cock, keep it up cum slut. And I'll bathe your innocent ass in the dirty daddy nut I've been collecting from a long line of fucksluts and boy breeders going back a decade before you were born." His non-verbal answer was affirmative, as he dug down and rode harder. The look on his face was no longer innocent and playful. Bashful or cherubic. He was a tina-fueled twink whose face was contorted by pleasure. His eyes were dilated and his lips alternately pulled back over his teeth as he groaned... or as his teeth bit his bottom lip hard. And then came forth the mating call he'd been practicing in his head, all those times he jerked off to the thought of me... as I fucked his mind by introducing him to things like BBRT and BreedingZone... squandering his innocence onto the field of full submission by boys to men, where he found his place on his knees. Or ass in the air. Existing only to be the next beautiful young thing in line, offering himself fully and fully exposed as a sacrifice on the altar of hedonistic, raw sex, in the boy-ruining breeding rites of daddy boys serving the dark desires of selfish, fucked-up men... as the thoughts I'd possessed him with for two years came spilling out, in a tirade of hungry, wanton need... "Fuck me daddy. Breed my bloody boy hole. I'm ripe. I'm fertile. I'm here. It's yours." And his ass responded to the rhythm of his sex rant, like to the beating of a drum... bottoming out. Clenching. Riding up and tightening up. Then thrusting back down on my daddy cock. "Poz me, DaddySir. I belong to you now. Share me with your dirty squad. Make me into the community cumhole for dads you promised I could be. Coach me to greatness. Train me to be one of those boys that becomes top 5 for the dads I ride... s'good that I'm their go-to fantasy as they jerk off for years to come. Make me a cum sponge, DaddySir. Use me up until I'm used up and your done. Then cast me aside like an unwanted cumrag. Dirty and stank. My only worth being a fuck hole no one wants once their loads land in me." I could no longer resist. I grabbed his waist and with one hand and neck with the other. I pulled him down to me and kissed the kid hard, as I drove my dirty dad cock deep, then flooded his freshly fisted womb with my bastion of dirty little swimmers. He stayed close to me, trying to keep me in him and hard. Tender moments to share, as he nestled into his new life. His cherry wrecked and ruined. His destiny secured. His options gone. As I got out of bed and wiped his cherry from my cock with a towel, I tossed him his phone. "Ready to earn some gear, toys and undies, DaddyBoy Ben?," I asked. "I've gotta get back to work. But today, you have a chance to earn #SlutPoints which are redeemable one-for-one into dollars at either the toy store or ToolBox Mens Wear, the undies store. Lotsa Nasty Pig Jocks there. Since you're tweaked out of your mind, you can handle an aggressive cum quota for this afternoon. DaddyBears are 10 points. If they're over 60 years old, you double down. Each bug nut is worth an extra 10 points, too. Anything else dirty will be acknowledge proportionately. Since your friend Tina blew your mind, your ass has the power to make DaddySir into Santa and make toys, trunks and jocks rain like Christmas." I pulled him to me and kissed that sweet face. "Go big or go home, Ben." And those were my last words to him. I came home from work to an empty house. Only the bedsheets ripped from the bed and a master bath that looked like a dozen guys had taken showers were left to feed my imagination, wondering what happened to DaddyBoy Ben. Oh... that and three places where bloody cum stains my white carpet. Anyone know how to get that out?

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.

This is a true story of one of the nastiest nights of my life. I posted it in 2008 on another gay stories site and just found the original copy on my PC as i am cleaning it up for an upgrade. I re-read it and got rock hard remembering the 2 days of nastiness i experienced. It got huge reviews so I thought Id post it here and maybe finish it since originally i only posted 2 parts out of 3 _________________________________________________________ It was a Saturday early evening around 5:00pm or so and I was online as usual looking to chat with any wild freaky uninhibited top that would chat. The truth is while I had fantasized a billion times about freaky dominant scenes, I rarely even met guys online, or in real life. Now I’ve done the adultstore video booth thing but only a few times and really never did anything more than get an occasional blowjob. I usually was always way too shy to even leave the door open most of the time. But today, online, there was this kid that IM’ed me and we started to chat. He was someone I was chatting with for like 2 months and over time told him every nasty freaky fantasy I had, the kind of things you tell a guy when you know you’ll never meet the guy so you don’t have to worry about backing out in person. He was extremely local, like one town over, which never happens. He asked me if I wanted to come over, get naked and party like a freak cause he had something that’d really loosen me up. I was very nervous because I knew what he meant, Up until now I had only done the poppers thing and they really got me wild. He told me he had the house to himself and a hottub in the back yard and a closet full of leather. Without me asking he turned on his video chat and before long up came a video window. It was of an empty couch, I thought it was a still picture, then a waff of smoke passed by the picture, he was off camera teasing me. I finally agreed and he gave me a place to meet him on main street because he had to walk his pitbull. I took a fast shower, shaved my cock and balls and cleaned up, stepped out of the shower and dried off. Then I slipped on my ass-less leather chaps, no underwear, and pulled my jeans on over them, slipped on a wifebeater, and sneakers and headed out the door to walk up to the meeting spot. It was a hot day and by the time I had walked the 8 blocks, my ass and legs were soaked with mansweat. I got to the spot and saw this stocky blonde man in a wifebeater, and shorts, waking his dog just like he said. We introduced ourselves and jumped in his truck and drove around the block to his house. It was an old Victorian, we walked into the house and into the living room. A big room, fireplace, couch, chair, glass coffee table and a huge tv. He passed me a bottle of water, and sat down in the chair, spreading his legs and reaching for something to smoke. I chugged the bottle, wondering if it was a good idea to ask if it was a sealed bottle but to be honest I didn’t wanna know if he had spiked my water. He knew I wanted to be pushed into being a slut even if I said I changed my mind once I got there, because that’s exactly what I told him. He was hot and I was feeling so horney from the sweaty fast walk in the heat, leather chaps sticking to my legs. He sat there, taking a few big drags off the pipe, and eventually held it up to my lips. He knew I was a virgin to this so he helped me get started. I took a huge drag, and then another, and then another, but he stopped me and said it’d hit me hard so I should take a break. I wondered if he meant the smoke or the water, it was hot not knowing. I sat there on the floor starting to feel real sweaty, I slipped off my sneakers and sat up on the couch. He picked up the remote off the table and turned on the tv, and there was a gay porn already running. A room full of black boys gangbanging this skinny white kid. Click here for Best Bareback website I looked over and my buddy (and by know you should have figured out I didn’t even know his name) was rubbing his bulge hard, he told me to kneel in front of him and I obliged. He asked me if I still wanted to get pushed was past my limits and I said yes. He told me to finish off my bottle of water and then I was sure he spiked it. I took the water and chugged the rest. No sooner did I put the plastic bottle on the table and I started to feel this rush probably from the first ½ of the water I drank and the smoke. He reached down and grabbed me by the hair and picked me up onto his chest, again reaching for that pipe, lighting up and sticking it in between my lips. I took 2 big drags, one after the other and then realized it was really all kicking in fast. He leaned into my ear and started sucking on my ear wet and wild, he stopped, pulled back and pushed the pipe in my mouth again, and told me to suck hard. I took 3 more huge drags and really was soaking with sweat now and my head was swirling. He pushed me off him and stood up and stripped naked, and told me to get naked too and said he’d be right back. He went upstairs, I stood up feeling really out of it, took off my short and jeans and sat back down. I could feel this uncontrollable urge inside to just start grinding my cock into the couch so I did. My cock started to get semi hard but my crotch was soaked in sweat and I was feeling real fuzzy, I turned over and sat down on the couch with my cock dangling over the edge. I reached over and took the pipe myself and started to take drag after drag when I heard him coming back downstairs. I looked up and he had a leather collar and a huge dildo in his hand and he was wearing this leather harness and nothing else. He took the pipe from me and told me I was clearly ready to be a total fucktoy, I just didn’t believe it myself. He handed me the collar and told me to put it on tight, so I did. The dildo had a huge suction cup at the base, he pushed the magazines on the table off onto the floor and slammed the dildo onto the edge of the table sticking straight up. He sat back down on the chair, and signaled me to come over again between his legs, his cock was rock hard and grabbed my head by the hair and slammed my face down into his sweaty crotch, I couldn’t believe how hard he rammed his cock into my face. His cock and balls were all sweaty and I just opened my mouth up wide and buried his cock in my mouth, slobbering all over it, I was uncontrollably sucking on his cock when I felt him start to cum, he grabbed me by the hair and pumped my face mindlessly, till I gulped every drop of cum. I sat up and waited to see what he wanted me to do next. He leaned over, grabbed me by the throat and said “I’ll only ask you this one more time, do you really wanna find out how much you can take?”. At this point I was clearly totally mindlessy out of it but hungry to let go so I said “Yes!”. I expected o be flipped over and fucked like I had never been fucked before lol, and it made me real real nervous but excited. He grabbed me again by the hair and slapped me across the face hard. My ear was ringing and I could feel my cock start to get hard. To my surprise he told me he had plans and couldn’t play much longer. I looked at him and said he had to fuck me, he got me to this insanely horney state and now he was gonna leave me? I started to grab at my cock, slapping it hard begging him to fuck me. But he said he couldn’t. I told him, which was completely true, that I had never felt so horney in my life, but he already knew the state I was in. He told me to turn around and bend over, stick my ass up in the air and stay still. I was kinda confused, but I did what he said. I bent over and stuck my ass up, then I felt this hard plastic tube press against my hole and poke on my ass, he told me to stay still and if I did, I’d get exactly what I wanted. So I assumed he was lubing me up to fuck me. I felt this warm swish into my ass, he pulled the tube out and told me to stay in that position. Next I felt the pipe again against my lips, he leaned into my ear and said “I want you to suck on this pipe as many times as you can, the more drags you take the wilder time your gonna have, so I figured he was teasing me with the “I don’t have a lot of time” excuse. I layed there on all fours taking drag after drag when he finally stopped me, and pulled me up to my feet. He told me to get dressed. I was completely confused and feeling insanely horney. All I wanted to do was slide my fingers in my ass now and finger fuck myself. He told me to leave on the collar and follow him. We went out to his car and he started to drive away, I asked him if he was really into me cause I’d do whatever he wanted. He said he didn’t have time to play anymnore today, but that I had done twice as much ‘smoke’ as any new kid he’d used, so in the next 20 minutes I would e out of control horney and would wanna fuck anything and there was no way to stop the urge. I said why would you get me all fucked up and then drop me off at home, that was mean. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number, he then said to me he gave me something. A booty bump, and in like 15 minutes I would have this uncontrollable urge to get fucked in my ass nonstop for hours. I was starting to get frustrated thinking I’d have to finger myself for the next hour alone, then he started talking into his cell, all he said was “I’ll drop him off in 5 minutes, he’s wearing one of my leather collars and he is totally pumped full and ready to go”, and then he hung up. I was starting to get it. We pulled up to the only adult bookstore in the area with video booths. The same place I had been like 5 times before for some really mild action. He told me if I wanted to have exactly what I kept saying I wanted, I was to go into this place, and wait for one of the 2 booths all the way in the back to free up and to go into one and leave the door open. Then he handed me two more bottles of water, He said, before you go into the booth, go to the bathroom and chug a whole bottle, and then go to the booth. He told me NOT to drink the other bottle till later in the evening when I was told to. By now my heart was beating real hard and I was covered in sweat. He pointed to the bus stop across the street and said its up to me. Either take the bus back to my town or go into the video booths, I got out and almost staggered a bit. He closed the door and drove away……

Don't "DOUBLE DOSE" ... Just keep taking your regular dosage. You'll be fine.

We all could be a bit more fair play (tops and bottoms) in how we approach sex. I'm guilty of wanting to get fucked, but not fucked by someone in my rotation - or not wanting to drive to the dick - or not wanting to get fucked by a guy in my rotation who has a dick above a certain size. ....in other words...I am running all sorts of algorithms to decide if I am going to fuck when asked. LOL. 1) If your dick is in the 6-8 inch range and you are a good lay, I will stop whatever I'm doing to let you fuck me. Guaranteed. 2) If you are a hung top, a bit too rough for my tastes and selfish, you are only going to get some pussy off me on the first Tuesday of every odd month and only then if I haven't been fucked the day before. LOL. Seriously, to the original poster, if cleaning out is an issue, it might be worth slightly changing your eating habits and/or taking in a bit more fiber to bulk up your stool. You can get ready in minutes then. But generally speaking, I'm with you. I don't want to be asked for my ass at the drop of a hat and certainly not after a big meal - especially if you have a really big dick. Again, this is why I'm in favor of looking for sex in a bar or sauna or park. Everyone is focused. Most everyone is ready. Unfortunately, when we are sitting behind our keyboards, there is an inverse relationship between our requirements and patience. Our requirements ramp up considerably and our patience falls just as rapidly.

I think the problem is a combination of age and availabilty. There are more bottoms than tops, so tops have a wider variety to chose from. If it were the other way around, then bottoms would be king!

Funny, I was just about to write a post about having more sympathy for tops. I've been traveling all this week and have been able to take a number of anonymous loads in my ass, mostly in gloryhole bookstores, but some in motel rooms from dudes off of Craigslist, etc. I ended up having to stay the night in a mid sized town tonight, and I've been trying to pay the load-taking forward some lately, so this evening I posted a CL ad saying I was looking for a cumdump who could host face down ass up for an anon pump and dump style walk-in sperm delivery. In about 4 hours I got replies from - no joke - no fewer than 29 different bottoms. And every single one of them tried to talk me into something I wasn't looking for. Or wouldn't send an ass pic, or a location. Or couldn't be ready until 6 hours later, or tomorrow, or the next day, or next week. Or said that what they really wanted was to suck my dick. The list goes on. I finally gave up, depressed by two things: First, that there were so many more bottoms than tops. (I've posted load-taking ads in this town before and have gotten maybe five or six hits in a single night, max.) And second, that none of the bottoms were offering what I was looking for. In fact, less than half of them even seemed to read my ad to the end. I have one particular top buddy who keeps telling me that it's easier for bottoms like me who are looking for anonymous tops to hook up than it is for tops like him who are into easy-access bottoms. I used to think he was kidding. But I'm starting to think he might not have it that much better than me.

First outdoor group breeding of the year in the warmish weather, went to my regular cruisy woods and luckily several tops had the same idea. Was really not warm enough to get completely stripped off but was feeling like a slut so I did and wasn't long before I was being groped and fingered by 2 older guys on my knees sucking cock and being watched by 3 more. After an hour had taken 3 loads in my arse and 2 down my throat so went home happy

A cock is of no use to a sub and should be used only as a control device by his Dom.

I love licking feet - for me it's a thrill in itself, but I also like getting down on the floor and kissing a guy's feet and licking his soles before he fucks me. Sometimes it brings a nice dom/sub dynamic to the situation which I love. Licking a top's feet lets him know where I see myself in the relationship - as beneath him and there to be used by him. I love that feeling of my tongue on his soles, second only to the moment he shoots his hot load in my ass...

My biggest fantasy is to be the only neg guy at a poz party, and to be fucked repeatedly by all the guys until I'm completely full of their cum. I don't know whether I will ever do it - I got offered a place in a poz party once but backed out - but the whole idea just really gets me horny as fuck...

Take all the time you need dude! But hurry up doing it! lol Every hot nasty pozzing cheating chapter is damn worth the wait!

London7 try and go to the Lab on a Friday night. You need to go between 1000pm -1200am. If you don't get in by 1200 you can't get in. Over 500 guys wall to wall fucking and you can drink at the bar while watching the scenery. Has to be seen to be believed. Agree with someone who said they got very bad food poisoning. I did as well. Sick for 7 days. Saw doctor yes it was food poisoning. Apparently more common in Berlin for some reason? Have a great time love Berlin

There is still much more to come. It takes time to create this stuff and I am in the process of buying a house and moving so patience please... The next part is almost complete... And Brandon knowingly starts to share the gift. Sam, Jeremy and Brandon? I hadn't thought of that coupling, but I am sure I can work it in somewhere.

Thanks for the topic atlfukbud. Your question 'Is he fully content 'as is'?" is in fact the $20,000 question. (And is that insanely hot pic you btw?) When we first met the boy he was less than a year out of a maybe-not-so-healthy long term relationship from which he was rather cruelly dumped. I think our double dose of dick and attention without the pressure to define ourselves, as happens in one on one relationships, was good for him at the time. There are many reasons for us not having a three way equal relationship with him. For us, I would say for my husband and me having a relationship 30 years now is damn hard work - negotiating, listening, talking, considering, compromising, merging with another person. Demanding with one other person. With two . . .idk. Doubt it could happen with us. Not having to do all that with the boy is a great facilitator to our relationship working. The boy doesn't have equal rights. But then he doesn't have equal responsibilities (nowhere near equal). It works. It's fair. I think tallslenderguy said it perfectly about there being no rules or norms. Our boy does want a primary relationship of his own very much. We 100% support his finding that. Always have. I think/hope the boy has come to realize though that the reduced benefits and reduced burden of being secondary, insofar as it works in his life and he's happy, is a fine thing. The happily-ever-after Adam and Steve fairy tale is just that. For some years the boy was dating and worrying about how and if and when to come out about us to any potential mate. At least one got scared off. I think I have him convinced though, in his dating world where there seem to be so many men who want to couple but seem to utterly lack the skills (seriously nothing wrong with being single!) that his seven years with us shouldn't be hidden, it should be at the top of his resume! So recently sure enough, the boy is out of town. He hooks up with a 26 year old. Being out of town and not fraught with the this-might-be-the-one pressure, he tells all to this hottie WHO IS TOTALLY INTO IT and says sure he can take a lot of dick. FUCK YES just imagine. Even if not sexual I think it at least reveals the idea that a primary relationship for the boy could/should/would be an addition to our family, not an end to it.

I think this is a great topic. I believe one of the advantages of being "gay" (read: "different from the norm") is we can question norms and be creative about what works. I think the notion many monogamous couples have that one person can fulfill them is really pushing it. It seems healthy to me to spread desires and needs around with people who are compatible. I think the idea of having a primary relationship can have some benefits, but it makes sense to me to question the norms the come with heteronormative culture. We rarely eat meals with only two ingredients. or only two items of clothing or.... Who says we only need two people in relationship?

Monday night ... I was in Northeast and intoxicated in a way ... needed to take a piss, but because it was 0030 nothing was really open except for a Wendy's. I stood in the parking lot for a few minutes until I saw a group of three 20-something black guys walk in ... they walked in and left, but reappeared about 5 minutes later definitely smelling like weed lol. Well two of them started walking to the bathrooms, so I followed. They walked in to the larger one but didn't lock the door. I honestly don't know how it went down, just remember being held down on my knees by one guy, while the other held my head and fucked my face. Nice, thick 7 inches cut, tats, and dreads ... mmm. First guy said he can't cum from head, so they both lifted me up and bent me over the toilet ... his friend held me down (like I was going anywhere lol) while the first guy spat on my hole and slid in. He didn't last long, maybe 2 minutes ... he did flood my hole with what he said is a "special" load lol. My head was spinning and I wanted to head home, but the second black guy (more muscular, darker, more tats mmm) filled my ass with his thick, long dick raw and pounded me. Me being a slut, I grabbed the first guy, pulled him to me, and rimmed his hot ass while his friend fucked me. Second guy lasted about 5 minutes before thrusting in deep and adding his load to my ass. Doesn't happen often, but the deep dicking, public sex, and taste of a hot ass was too much and I shot my load without even touching myself! Forgot to clean it up, whoops. Yet another reason why I absolutely love that Wendy's location!

So I usually breed my fiancé at least once a week (our jobs keep us too busy to do it more often, unfortunately). But right now I'm currently in SE Asia with him. While he went out exploring, I met a mutual Thai friend here, so naturally I invited him over to breed me. I have not been fucked in several months, so I asked him to go slow at first, which he basically ignored. With some lube, he entered into my hole and started to piston away. He hadn't cum for about 7 days so it didn't take long before he was hammering home. 15 minutes later he was depositing his 7+ day load in my eager hole. I definitely felt like it was overflowing. Oh. Best part? This was the first time he had fucked someone raw. I'll always be his first

Damn that was HOT. I always get Horny when I hear that a bottom is ready to take a top's hard cock right away. Your a good sport. Now get your ass over HERE and we'll re-enact those two hot fucks.

I'm the same way. before my manpussy tasted cum, I always used condoms. but now that it has tasted it, it craves it. the only porn I watch is raw breeding, creampie, nasty porn. I find it almost gross to use latex.

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.

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.

You said it well. As an old guy, I can say the net and online cruising has really helped and hurt gay life. Yes, we're more open and see so many other gay men around and online via the online presence. But it has, in my opinion, also amplified the absolute worst of gay men - attitude, bullshit, game playing. I could go on an on. Moreover, it's killed r/t cruising because too many folks get online, jerk off and go to bed. I basically gave up on the cruising sites - Grindr, A4A, etc. I'm old, they don't want me there, and I don't give a rats ass about their pretty looks or attitude. Give me a good ole bookstore with some straight-ish hard dicks who need to get off, or a bathhouse full of pigs, and I'm in hog heaven. Don't even get me started on the assholes who go to the bookstore or bathhouse and then stand around cruising on their phone. WTF?!?!?!?!?

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you post raises so many points, a simple response will seem trivial. I have experienced many of the things you described. I have made choices that have lead me to where I am and help define who I am. I value that--for me. you must really understand how you feel about this. Having gay sex and barebacking are not the same thing. Understanding each, and how you see yourself relative to the norms of those groups, you will be able to make better decisions. I am hardly one to offer advice, but actions in the name of simply sexual gratification seem to have short value. Understanding more, knowing more and you can make that one time kink last a life time, rather than risk a lifetime with an illness you did not really want. I encourage you to hang out on these sites. There are lots of great guys and interesting story. Certainly it is a mix of fantasy and reality, but always mind expanding. Chat with guys.......my Skype is in my profile.....i am always open for conversations. Good luck

It's the Internet. Online sites promise so much and deliver so little. I've talked about it elsewhere, but basically, the issues are: (1) People will run conversations with multiple guys expecting them not to pan out (because online sites suck). So even if you're ready to pull the trigger and make something happen, he's probably still shopping. (2) A lot of guys surf these sites with the cock in their hand. If they happen to cum, then often that's it. (3) There's a low bar to enter a site but a high bar to follow through on actually fucking. In other words, you can be in the middle of doing some work at home and idly check out BBRT. But if you actually agree to meet up, then you have to stop whatever else you were doing, shower, get dressed, head to his place (or get your own ready). It's the opposite of a bathhouse. All the effort there is up front. Once you've shown up, there's nothing holding you back from having sex with whoever catches your eye. (4) Depending on where you live, a certain proportion of the men online (especially late at night) are going to be high, especially if you're looking for bottoms. Getting partiers to stop tweaking on the computer and actually do something can be notoriously difficult. Moral of the story: go out, hit the bars, hit the baths, hit the bookstores. Cultivate the ancient art of real life cruising.

Just "stealthed" a 20yo twink.. Met him on Grindr 'close-by so let's just meet' took him to some half secluded bushes, started kissing, sucking and rimming. Asked him if I could fuck him, he said ok, but only with rubber, so I opened the rubber, pretended to put it on, then he grabbed my cock (clearly without a condom) and put it inside his ass When I asked him where he wanted me to cum, he said 'inside' so I obliged Wonder who stealthed who though.. He felt up my cock before he guided it in his ass and there is no way he could have mistaken that for being wrapped Nice 20yo small slim twink, hot tight black ass and really nice cock as well

Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

Part 3 I tried to get comfortable in the confines of the cage, but I was too large for it. I could kneel, bent over, but the wire bottom dug painfully into my knees. I eventually settled on my side in the fetal position. I tried to rest, but I was so wired I just lay there, my mind spinning. It had been less than 12 hours since I was a cocky teen God, lording my perfection over the leather queens. Now here I was, in a cage, having been chemed up, brutally raped for hours, and plugged with a gut full of God only knows whose cum. My asshole throbbed around the plug, burning and raw, yet all I could think about was getting more cock. Suddenly a large t.v. turned on and I turned my head to see what was up. To my horror, there I was on screen, bound in the sling, getting fucked like there was no tomorrow. I instantly realized my predicament. My fate was truely out of my hands. The crazy thing was the more I watched my rape, the more I wanted to be fucked. My asshole instinctively clenched and sucked on the plug buried in me. I was truely transforming into a jock slut. After what must have been a few hours of watching myself be ravaged, my new Master came back into the room. He carried a glass pipe and held it up to my mouth through the cage. I didn't even hesitate as he lit the bowl. I sucked the sweet white smoke deep into my lungs, and soon was spinning again. Opening the cage he reached in and fastened a collar around my neck, attaching a leash to it and pulled me out of the cage. I started to stand and was immediately floored with a hard kick right on my nuts with his steel toed boots. "I didn't tell you to stand, whore!" he admonished me as I writhed in pain on the floor. "Let me explain what's what. I own you pig! I did my research, I know everything about you, and I know you have no family in this city. I know your estranged from your parents back in Nebraska, so they won't miss you. I have someone emptying out your apartment, and I know enough people to make you "dissapear". In a couple days we are out of here, back to where I live, where you will be nothing more than my fucked up, jock slut, cumdump slave. At least till I tire of you, or wear you out...whichever comes first. The last slave lasted 4 years till he was so used up and worthless, I dumped him in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't even sell him. What became of him, I don't know or care. But he wasn't the prime specimen you are! You're going to please me well!" I shuddered as I fully realized what I was becoming. But somehow I wanted it. Last night taught me something new about myself I never knew. I WAS born to be a fucked up cumdump! Master reached behind me and yanked out the plug, releasing a flood of cum. Quickly he rammed a syringe in my jockcunt and injected more T into my body, then quickly jammed the plug back in me. He then tossed me some clothing and told me to get dressed, it was time for my next adventure.

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

OMG What Did I Do? Part IX con't. As he told me that my cock continued to spurt with the hardest cum of my life. As I was coming down from the orgasm I was totally freaking out. What did he say, did he mean it? He just grinned and told me it was definitely true and he had an HIV viral load of close to 1,000,000 and he didn't think he had ever cum that much before, so I was very full of his cum. I just stared at him and could only think------OMG What Did I Do?

Absolutely love the turn this story has taken! Looking forward to the cock raising chapters to cum. Great work cublad!

when i was younger & was really just starting to cruise in parks & public bathrooms for dick, i'd occasionally ask a top to pull out before he busted his nut but i honestly don't really remember any of them actually doing it, lol. now, when i do occasionally top, i make sure the guy taking my bare dick knows that when i slide my bare dick inside him, my dick isn't coming out until after i've finishing cumming inside him & only once has one of the hot college boys i was using asked me to pull out after i started fucking his ass & by that point i was too far along & too turned on to pull out, i left a nice thick load of my jizz deep inside that kid, lol :-)

Here is another hot HIV conversion story from the old bugshare site I am posting here for my bareback blog readers. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/conversion-story.html .......................... I was cruising at a porn shop and locked eyes with this cute boy. He was Hispanic, 5'8”, 160, with dark hair and innocent saucer eyes. He looked young—too young to be in a video arcade. He arched his brows and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I inquired. “Okay.” “First time here?” “Yeah.” “You into guys?” Although the brevity of his replies made it difficult to read much into his comments, I was able to determine that my bluntness had taken him by surprise, but I was still encouraged: his bulging crotch belied his innocence. “Depends.” “Depends on what?” “The guy.” “Been in the back yet?” He shook his head. “Let’s get some tokens, and I’ll show you round.“ We went into the back video area. It was dark and we could hear moaning cumming from the booths—not all was soundtrack. A variety of guys loitered in the hall and insolently stared at us. I walked into to a glory hole booth and the youth followed me into the cubicle. I told him to lock the door and feed in some tokens. Scenes of engorged young boys fucking and sucking flickered across the screen. He sat close to me, so close I felt his body heat. I placed my hand upon his knee and massaged his inner thigh. His gaze was frozen to the tube, embarrassed by my wantonness. “Been with a man before?” “No” he shook his head. “Wanna try it?” “Yeah.” That was all I needed. I pulled his shirt off, kissing him on the lips and licking his nips till he was moaning. Simultaneously I undid his jeans. His hard cock jetted out below his briefs. His pants and jockeys fell to his ankles while I held poppers beneath his nose. “What's that?” “Aroma therapy—relaxes you.” He sniffed big time. You could tell how much he wanted to “RELAX.” I sat back on the bench and pulled off my clothing. His eyes popped when he spied my massive meat. “Wanna taste it?” He nodded. Gently but persuasively I pressed him down upon my rod. Another dick popped through the glory hole. “Suck It. Suck It all.” He apparently needed some inducement, so I gave him another hit of poppers. He took the cock down his hungry throat. I encouraged him, saying ”It’s okay. It’s safe in here. Mostly Bi’s and married guys. You needn’t worry.” I bent down to rim his ass. Naturally, he moaned in pleasure. I doused his crack with lube and, with some maneuvering, managed to rub my cock against his hole, slowly, very slowly pushing in. The cock on which the kid was sucking abruptly spasmed, and I was pleased to see the boy cough a bit: he had swallowed his first load. Another cock came his way. This time he showed no reticence. As his lips parted, I plowed his ass and plunged into his pussy. He groaned and twitched, but made no effort to push me out of his hole. I speared his cunt and pumped my deadly jizm into his rectal cavity. Preoccupied, he took no notice. I encouraged him to take one load of venom after another. Within an hour, he’d become a total pig. Mission accomplished, I dressed, unlatched the door, and peered out, and immediately spotted a guy with whom I had played. It was Rod, a poz black dude. I waved him in. He whipped out his infected shaft and slid into the boy. I whispered to the neophyte I had to go, and thanked him for the fuck. He groped me one more time and kept on sucking. Hunched over the bench, he took the large black poz cock up his man cunt and a dick of unknown status down his gullet. Rod stuck around to watch the action. I exited the booth, leaving the door wide open to a queue of would-be tops. A few weeks later I saw Rod at the local bath house. He mentioned in passing the youth had stayed until 3:00 A.M. and taken eight loads up the ass, and a dozen down his throat. As I made the rounds, I smiled, thinking how I would greet the young guy when I next saw him. Maybe Welcome to the club, boy!

I have been regularly over the last few years when it was all the other names etc, I always get fucked a few times at least and a nice load or two, A mixed range of guys, personally I don't like the naked parties, prefer my leather action in gear ;@) But the darkroom has lost the covering over the top so now its not as dark which is a pity as there are other areas which are half lit and the real dark room was good for totally anonymous fuck session. The bullring up the stairs has some decent areas as well the slings, the motorbike/ outside area and the suck booth etc etc A real old school fuck club - It is what London is missing at the moment, somewhere without too much atttude.