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Hey everybody, I'm glad you guys are digging the story. I've got plenty more where this came from with this storyline if you're into it. Hope you enjoy part 2! So, a few weeks passed after Mr. James fucked me silly in the back of my grandmother’s office. Things returned to normal for the most part, but every time my cock would get hard, I’d think about Mr. James and what he did. Late at night, I would lay in my bunk bed and fantasize about going to the bathhouse with him. I thought about rolling with him and how good it would feel. That always got my hole to twitch. And then there was my hole. Mr. James had called it a pussy, and I’d never really thought of it that way. When he did at first, I was kind of grossed out, but the more I would rub my fingers around it, the hungrier it got to have his cock again, and I thought that maybe he knew more than I did about this. Maybe I did have a pussy after all. But most of all, I thought about his cum. For the whole rest of the day that he’d fucked me, I’d felt it inside all wet and sticky trying to ooze out my battered hole. And when I got home I found my favorite makeshift dildo and went to town smearing his nut as deep inside me as I could get it. I’d always used condoms before, and I was such a stickler about not wanting to catch anything, but during those late night moments in bed, I knew I needed more of his cum shooting inside me. It was just a matter of time. Finally, I worked up the courage to use the number I kept in my wallet. I bit down my nerves, and gave him a call. My heart was pounding, and I sat with my legs crossed to squeeze down my hardon as the phone rang. The other line picked up and a gruff male voice answered. “Uh, Mr. James?” “Oh, hiya, kiddo! How’s the day treating ya?” he said, immediately switching to that oversized cartoon voice he always used with me. “I’m good,” I said, and that seemed to be the extent of the words that would come out of my mouth at that point. “Oh, good, good. Have you been thinking about what we talked about last time I saw you?” “Yessir.” “Ah, well, then I’m glad you worked up the balls to say something. I’ve always said you can do amazing things if you put your mind to it, little buddy.” A shiver went through me when he said this, like some kind of horny premonition. I chuckled softly, but the silence came right back. “Well tell you what, why don’t we make this easy. What are you doing Friday night?” “Nothing.” It was two days away, and my dick ached at the thought of having to wait that long. Mr. James knew what he was doing, though, so I needed to follow his lead. “Good. Why don’t you swing by my place around 7. We’ll get ready and get a little relaxed and see where things go from there, how does that sound?” “Great,” I said, my voice cracking with a bit of relief. I cleared my throat and thanked him. He gave me his address, and we got off the phone. My whole body was flushed with horniness. I’d done it. I was about to do it, try something I’d never thought I would. It was going to be a long wait until Friday. The day finally came, and I made sure I was showered up and as ready for anything as I could have possibly been. I put on a black t-shirt, my tightest white briefs, and my baggiest jeans, and drove to his house. The drive took over an hour, and I was scared shitless the whole way, but there wasn’t much in the world that could keep me from having an adventure with Mr. James that night. I managed to pull up in front of his big stone-worked house right at 7. My legs shook when I got out of the car, and my hands were trembling uncontrollably. I could have called it all off right then, but I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Mr. James answered almost right away wearing nothing but a musty looking red jock and black motorcycle boots. I guess I should have realized this before, but he was one hairy guy. His entire 6’1 frame was covered in dark hair, and the jock sagged with the heaviness of his bulge. Right above the waistline on his jock was a tattoo of a biohazard symbol like you’d see in a doctor’s office. It looked so cool! “Hiya, little buddy. Your evening awaits,” he said with a little mock bow ushering me inside. I chuckled and stepped through the door. He had a big living room to the right with several comfy looking sofas and a big coffee table with a weird looking glass pipe on top of it. “Come on, get comfortable. No need to be shy here, kiddo.” He took a hold of my hand and drew me in for a gentle kiss. I melted into him as he unbuckled my pants. I was losing myself in his kiss while he was working my shirt up toward my head. He laughed a bit and pushed be back. “Hold on, partner. Let’s get you undressed and then we can get to business. We’ve got all night.” I pulled my shirt off and stepped out of my jeans and Mr. James let out a gasp. “White briefs? My beautiful boy, how did you know they were my favorite? Let’s just keep those on you. Now where were we?” He pulled me in again, and I opened my mouth ready to take in his big man-sized tongue. He came in close but stopped short of actually kissing me, holding my head in his hand and reaching up to cup one of my boy boobs in the other. I grunted a bit, sensitive about my doughy body. “Mmmm, such a beautiful boy. I love your body,” he said, as he made little circles around my nipple with his thumb. I couldn’t help but blush. No one had ever said that to me before, and I knew I’d do anything I could to make Mr. James happy. At first the nipple play felt just like touching any other part of me, but soon I felt this pulsing building in my nipple and moving straight down to my ass. The more he tweaked and massaged, the more on fire I became. He gave it a good pinch, and I let out a little whimper looking into his eyes that had become like steel. Then he kissed me deep and hard before I could protest, and I felt myself give over to him. After a few minutes, he pulled away. The front of his jock was tented and wet. He took a finger and dabbed at the precum oozing through fabric and brought it to his lips with a smack. “Tell you what, why don’t we go relax a bit and plan out the night.” I followed him over to the living room, where we plopped on couches opposite one another. “Do you smoke?” he asked. “Cigarettes?” I asked, worried about a lecture coming on. Mr. James just laughed his funny cartoon laugh. “No, silly boy. I’m not talking about cigarettes. Have you ever heard of Tina?” I shook my head no. “What does it do?” I asked nervously. I’d smoked pot a time or two, but never anything harder than that “Well, that’s a good question, kiddo. You see it makes everything a little brighter, a little better. You feel a bit like a superhero to be honest, and it makes sex the best thing you’ll ever experience in your life.” “Oh. Oh wow.” “Yes, wow. And what I happen to have here in this very pipe is grade A Tina just for us, little buddy. Tell me, do you want to unlock the pig boy I saw inside you the other day?” I nodded slowly. “Yes. Please, Mr. James. I want you to show me how.” “Ok, kiddo, let me show you how it goes,” he said with his characteristic goofy flair. “This here is a pipe. Now I assume you’ve smoked before, but not quite like this, am I right?” I nodded. “That’s my boy! See you’re already halfway there. Now this is how it’s done. I’m going to light this torch here, and when the crystals start to melt it’s going to get all smoky inside, and that’s where those pretty little bow lips come in.” I couldn’t help but let out a giggle. I couldn’t believe I actually giggled. “Once that smoke gets going I want you to suck in light and steady until I tell you to stop. You got it? Can you do that? I knew you could. Ok, let’s get started.” Just like he said, he lit the torch and the crystals melted. Whispy smoke filled the bowl, and he offered me the pipe. I wrapped my lips around the end and started sucking slowly. I kept going for what seemed like forever, until I was about to burst, when he told me I could stop. I let out a huge cough a giant cloud of smoke. That stuff tasted just awful, but immediately I felt as if I’d found a power up in a video game. I felt stronger, the light seemed brighter, and it seemed like my whole body was humming, particularly my pink little hole. He gave me some encouragement, and we passed the bowl back and forth a few times until I was flying high. He set the pipe down on the coffee table with one of his little chuckles, raised his arms above his head and flopped down into the cushions of the sofa. Both boots were flat on the floor so his bulge was thrust up obscenely, and I had no trouble seeing that he was rock hard. “So, little buddy, how you feeling? Isn’t this stuff great?” He looked at me with what seemed like love and mischief. The Mr. James I’d always known, but so much more. “Oooooh yeaaaaaaaah.” We both laughed, and he adjusted his leaking bulge. “So, you liked it when I opened up your pussy the other day, huh?” My expression changed, and he took notice. “Aw, you don’t like your pretty little hole getting called a pussy? You don’t like your little boy butt getting called a pussy, is that it?” He said playfully, reaching over to my couch to tickle me. “Mr. Jaaaames!” I laughed. “Well that’s what it is, kiddo, a pussy,” he said, leaning back into the super chilled out position he was in before. “A bright beautiful pussy, and I’m going to do everything I can to convince you. Ok?” “Ok, I guess.” “You guess? Do you trust me, buddy?” “Yes,” I said, without a second thought. “Are you willing to do anything I ask? All we want to do tonight is make each other feel good.” He had this intensity that I’d never seen before. His eyes were gleaming. I felt like I was about to sell my soul or something. I thought for a bit. Everything I wanted was just a word away. My senses were reeling. It all felt too vivid to be real, but it was. “Yessir, I’m ready.” “That’s all I needed to hear. I knew you would be just a perfect boy for me, little buddy. I’ve always known since the first day I laid eyes on you when you were a little thing. All you need to do is let go, little buddy. Enjoy the ride, and I promise we’ll have an amazing adventure together." With that, packed us another bowl and laid back on his couch in the reclining position, thrusting out his crotch. “Why don’t you come here and sit on my lap, kiddo,” he said patting his leg. Wordlessly, my ears thumping in my head and my skin all tingly from the Tina, I went over to him and straddled his pelvis. He let his cock loose from his jock, and I felt it thwack against my underwear clad butt. Feeling his dick touch me brought be back to my senses with a shock, and I moaned. I couldn’t wait to get that monster back inside me, stretching me, filling every little bit of me up with cock. “That’s it, kiddo, just let go.” He rubbed his hands all over my body, resting on my ass. Without a pause, he ripped them open, leaving a gaping hole in the back. I moaned and scooted my ass back to get his cock closer to my hole. Mr. James spread apart my lily white cheeks, propped his cock up against my hole and grabbed the pipe next to him. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for my cock just yet,” he said as he lit the torch. “I wanna see you positively fucked up, kiddo,” he said with a wink. I took in a deep hit and felt my hole loosening around his cock, bit by bit. His thick head made an indentation in my sphincter. The smoke lit me up inside, and suddenly all I could focus on was the tightness slipping from my hole and how much I wanted his cock buried deep inside me. “That’s it,” he said. “Good boy. Let the smoke take you over. Let it let you give me that pussy, little buddy. Yeah, open up for Mr. James. Open up real wide.” His head popped in me with a jolt, and we both gasped. He got me to take another big hit, and my head was spinning like crazy. I started to sink down on his cock and he took one of my nipples into his mouth and started slurping. My mouth hung open and I moaned loudly, catching myself, but burying my hole on his 7 inch cock right down to the root. “Yeah, baby boy, that’s it. Let yourself go. Make any kind of noise you want while you take my cock,” he said. My hole was feeling really jittery, and it seemed like Mr. James’s cock was the only thing that could make it go away. I slid up on his shaft so just the head was left inside me and made little swirls with my hips. Mr. James bit down on my tit and I slid all the way down on his shaft. He reach up a hand and began tweaking my other nipple as he sucked, and my hole twitched along with him. My head thrashed around wildly. Out of control. That connection between my nipples and my hole was like a full blown electric current now. I was in a frenzy for cock. For cum. He touched my face with one hand and moved me back to make eye contact. I could barely focus on him, but I saw his big goofy smile and all seemed well again. “Hey, kiddo, look at me. Look at me. There you go. That’s my boy. I think you’re ready now. Show me how much you want me to take over that pussy, kiddo. Ride my cock and show me.” I took in a deep, shuddering breath. Mr. James was right, I did feel like a super hero. A super hero built for fucking. I grabbed at his cock with my hole and rotated my hips. I felt his precum oozing into me, and all I wanted was more. So I raised myself up, sank all the way down and began milking his cock for all I was worth. Root to tip and back again. Mr. James let out a low, unrestrained grunt. “That’s good, baby boy. Show me how much you want my cock.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I leaned back into his cock. It stretched me from a whole new angle and for a second I thought I would burst. I felt a sharp pain, but nothing was too good for Mr. James, so I bit my lip and ground into him until all I felt was his cock filling me up. I bounced myself on him, increasing my pace. The more I bounced, the better it felt, and soon I was jackrabbiting myself on his steel hard cock, and he started playing with my titties. “Tell me how much you love your pussy, kiddo. Tell me.” “I love it Mr. James. I love my pussy, and I looooove your cock. Please. Please. Please. Oh, fuck I love my pussy. Thank you for making me feel good. Thank you for—“ He crushed his mouth against mine, and took control. He held me against him and pounded into me so hard I thought my pussy would rip open. I tried to tighten up to protect myself, the ferocity he fucked me with ripped away any control I might have had. Panting there against his chest, I felt a spot deep in my pussy Mr. James was hitting. pleasure radiated from that spot to my whole body, and I felt myself start to shake. Mr. James kept fucking me hard and deep and relentless. “Give it to me. Give me that pussy, baby boy. Give it up.” And I did. The pleasure took me over. My muscles twisted up in knots as our bodies slapped together ratcheting up the tension in my pussy more and more with each thrust until everything holding me back seemed to burst open and I let out a primal yell like I’d never imaged I could make. I held onto Mr. James for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. I shook uncontrollably. “Ilovemypussyilovemypussyilovemypussy…” was all I could say. “Let that pussy cum, baby. Just let it happen. This is why you give your pussy to men, because they can make it cum for you. As the waves subsided I felt him flex his cock inside me over and over. What I imagined as a river of precum was flowing right into my pussy, and I couldn’t be happier. I collapsed onto Mr. James’s chest a sweaty mess, and he wrapped me up in is arms, kissing the top of my head. The front of my ripped white briefs were soaked, but it didn’t feel like cum. I reached down to touch myself. It definitely wasn’t cum. “Don’t worry about your boy-clit right now, baby boy. Your clitty hasn’t cum yet. That’s just a fuckload of precum.” I was still catching my breath, and Mr. James held me tight against his chest while I did, making big circles against my skin with one hand. And he never stopped grinding his fat dick into my new pussy, painting my insides with his fuck juice while he made cooing shooshy noises at me. “How did that feel, little buddy, did it feel good?” he said in a low, comforting voice. “Mmmmore please,” was all I could get out since my head was still buzzing so fast. Mr. James laughed really loud and I felt his cock flex inside me. That made me giggle. “Well that was really hot to watch, kiddo. You done good. Just thinking about is making me leak like a faucet in your little pussy right now.” He tickled me a bit, and I giggled some more and flexed my hole around his cock. “I know, I can feel it. It feels soooooo gooooood, Mr. James.” “It does, does it?” “Yeah. Wanna feel you cum in me.” “Oh-ho! Do you now? Well why don’t you lean back, baby boy. Let’s talk for a bit. Here, why don’t you suck on this pipe for a little bit.” “Oh, Mr. James, I don’t think I should. I’m real fuckeded up.” “Ha! I know you are, baby boy. But nearly high enough for Mr. James. You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you?” Of course I didn’t, so I settled all the way down on his cock, brought the pipe to my lips and sucked while he held up the torch. “Do you see this tattoo here, kiddo?” he said, pointing to the biohazard tattoo just above his jock line. “Do you know what it means?” “Biohazard,” I said, and he smiled his big goofy smile. “Biohazard, that’s right. And do you know what it means when a man has a biohazard tattoo, little buddy?” I shook my head no. “Well, it means that he’s HIV positive,” he said in this very school teacher kind of way. I tensed up immediately and let out a big cloud of smoke. It couldn’t be true! This couldn’t be real. I started feeling afraid, so I clenched my pussy around Mr. James’s cock and ground myself against him to make myself feel better. Mr. James just nodded and lit the pipe again. “Now I know that’s a bit of a shock, isn’t it.” “Yeah…” “But you trust me, don’t you?” he said, taking the pipe away. “Of course I do, Mr James. Always.” He took a wrist in each hand and brought my arms down against my sides. “Well then I’m going to tell you a little secret, ok? Ok? Tonight, baby boy, I’m going to give you HIV. Hush! No, no, no, you’re not going anywhere now, kiddo.” He said and held me tight. I couldn’t get away if I tried. “Hey, hey, kiddo, you want my cock don’t you?” I nodded yes. “And you want my cum, don’t you? Again, I nodded. “But you don’t want my HIV, do you?” I shook my head no, tears gathering in my eyes. “Well, they’re a package deal, kid. Do you want my cock?” He used my arms as leverage to impale me even deeper on his thick fuck stick. “Yeeeesss!” I cried out. “Do you want me to pull out? Do you want me to stop?” “No, please no!” “I could if you want, little buddy.” “Don’t do it Mr. James. I need your cock in my pussy!” “Well, ok. If that’s what you want, buddy, I’ll keep my cock in you. But if I do you this favor, then I’m gonna have to coat the inside of that little pussy of yours with my toxic cum, ok? It’s only fair.” I huffed a bit, but in that moment, I needed his cock more than anything else on earth. “It’s only fair, kiddo.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Ok.” I said quietly. “That’s settled then. Now let’s get you into position. Here, get your hands on the floor, but keep your little but propped up on the couch.” I did as he asked. Withdrawing his cock from my ass took a bit of coaxing, but I got into position, ass pointed toward the ceiling and hanging a bit off the couch, while I propped myself up on the floor. I rested my head on the carpet. Mr. James got on either side of my ass and squatted, pointing his dick right at the entrance to my pussy, but just holding it there. “Alright, kiddo. Get that pussy ready to get pounded.” With that, he shoved his entire dick inside me and I let out an animal howl into the carpet. “Yeah, you like my fat poz cock, don’t you?” He said as he mercilessly pounded my pussy. All I could do was let out a long moan that vibrated with the impacts of his thrusts. “You like my cock. It’s better than any cock you’ve ever had in your life, boy, and do you know why?” he said, pushing my lower back to grind my face in the carpet. “Because this is a poz cock, and they always feel better. Don’t they?” I moaned my ascent. “Don’t they,” he said. I twisted my neck around to look at him. “Yes. Yesssss.” “Good, now tell me what you want.” “Your big. Poz. Cock. Mr. Jaaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh—“ he really started pounding and it co “And that poz cum?” “Gimme your poz cummmmmnnnnnnnn” “Here it cums, baby boy.” He thrust himself into me so hard my face skidded on the carpet. His cock swelled to twice its normal thickness stretching my pussy to the limit. He let out a deep yell and I felt every jet he sprayed my insides with rope after rope after rope of thick cum. I squeeze down to milk every drop. With his cock still embedded in me he pushed me off the couch like a plow and laid himself down on my back. I could feel his cum oozing deeper inside me, and it was the best feeling in the world. “You’re going to be my poz baby boy, aren’t you?” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but as long as I had his cock in my hole, any cock, I would be just fine. “Now what do you think about that bathhouse?” I let out a tired, but excited yay, punching the air with a weary fist. Mr. James laughed. “Great, but first we need to rid of all this nasty hair. You’re too pretty to be that hairy.” I agreed, and my hole twitched in anticipation.

Hey guys, this is my first porn story, so I hope you like it. There's plenty more chem-fueled pigginess in later chapters if you guys are into it. It was the summer after I’d graduated from high school in Dallas, Texas in the early 2000s. I’d come out a couple of years earlier, lost my virginity, and became a bit of a rebel. The thing was, no matter how hard I tried, what crazy color I died my hair, how baggy my jeans were, or how much I sneered and skulked around, I always looked like a sweet, innocent little boy. I looked maybe 15, max, but even that was pushing it. My skin was lily white and covered in freckles. I had curly strawberry blonde hair that grew out to be a big bush on the top of my head, small mouth, and big expressive blue eyes. I stood about 5’9 with a bit of a belly and the remnants of man boobs from growing up as a fat kid. When it came to guys, I had very little confidence at all. But I was horny all the time. All. The. Time. And from reading stories about older guys seducing younger guys on nifty.org, I’d learned that putting things in my ass was a hell of a good time. I’d put any kind of household object up there, tooth brushes, a wooden flute, even a small shampoo bottle once. I’d read all these stories about kinky sex that I wanted to try, but was too scared to look for or really even understand. But I did manage to meet up with a few older dudes for fun, but they didn’t turn out as hot as my fantasies were. So a week after my 18th birthday, there was a death in the family. I wasn’t particularly close to this great aunt, but my family all wanted to go pay their respects. My grandmother decided to leave me behind to run her business where she was the only employee while she was gone, and that suited me just fine. They packed up the car, and I promised to take care of her office, flashing my boyish smile. All was good. On the second or third day of me manning the place, one of her long-time customers came in. His name was James. He was about 6’1 with a lanky frame and salt and pepper hair in his late 30s or so. He wasn’t the most handsome guy, but he’d always been extra nice. I basically grew up in that office, so I’d known him for at least 10 years at that point. And every time I saw him he’d make sure to give me a big hug and would tell me jokes in the squeaky, over-animated kind of voice he had, like an extra from Mr. Rogers or something, but he always made me laugh. That day, I guess he’d been out riding his bike, because he was covered in blue lycra with a nice sized bulge in the crotch that I tried really hard not to look at for too long. I’d never noticed that James had so much going on between his legs before. “Hey, kiddo, how you doing? Where’s your grandma?” “Hiya, Mr. James!” I exclaimed. I called nearly everyone Mr. So-and-so in those days. I told him where she’d gone, but that I’d be happy to help him any way I could. He got this dark, mischievous grin for a second and said, “Oh, gosh, that’s right, isn’t it. I guess I must have forgotten! I’m so silly sometimes.” “You are silly without a doubt, Mr. James.” His voice was like a cartoon character. It was fun to have banter like we did when I was a kid, but I was clearly a grown man at this point. Mr. James seemed to have other ideas. I bristled a bit, but I was determined to prove that I was all grown up now. He demanded a hug, like always, so I got up from behind the desk and gave him one. I tried to be firm and manly to show him just how mature I was at that point, but when he wrapped his arms around me I felt this jolt go through me I’d never felt before. His grip was so soft and comforting. I felt so safe and secure there in his arms. The smell of his sweat and the lycra made my head spin. My breath was a little heavier than I would have liked, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. The hug went on a little longer than it probably should have, but then we settled back into our chairs and struck up a conversation. He was sitting right across from me with his legs spread in typical man stance. I could see the clear outline of his bulge in those blue lycra shorts, and it was making me hot as hell. The conversation was boring small talk, but he kept opening and closing his legs. And every time he did I couldn’t help but look down to watch his bulge shift and flex, and could almost see the outline of his cockhead resting just to the left of his balls. He pretended not to notice and kept the conversation going. But I just couldn’t stop looking at his package, and his dick, it just seemed to keep growing. I started to get a bit nervous, but it didn’t stop me from looking. I found myself just staring openly at the lump moving down his thigh, and the conversation trailed off. I looked up at him all sheepish for a second at having gotten caught, but he just chuckled his goofy little laugh and smiled encouragingly at me. But I was too dumbfounded to move. He looked down at his crotch and back up at me with a look of fake surprise, like he’d pulled a quarter from behind my ear and just discovered it. “Hey, hey! Look at that!” he said. Slowly he reached down, grabbed his cock, and waggled it at me with a playful little smirk. I was frozen in place, mesmerized. “So how long have you been into guys,” he asked the question so casually, but my heat leapt into my throat. “Um…a few years now,” I stammered. “A few years, huh? Well it sounds like you got started early.” “Yeah,” I said, laughing a little. “Have you been with a boy yet?” “Um…well, I lost my virginity at 15. He was 48, though, so not really a boy. And I wouldn’t say I’ve had good sex yet.” “Oh I see. That’s my precocious boy. Exploring what he wants before anyone expected. Have you ever been to a bathhouse?” “No,” I muttered, “I just turned 18 last week.” “Aw,” he said, with a little bit of disappointment, but he gave me this wolfish smile. I couldn’t believe I was being so honest with him. Something about him just made me feel like I could trust him. “Hey, kiddo, have I told you how handsome you’ve gotten?” I just blushed, not sure of what to say. “I mean you’ve always been a very cute little boy, but now you’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” They hadn’t, and it showed. I couldn’t help but beam at him, and his cock twitched. I flicked my gaze down and saw that his bulge had grown even larger. A wet spot had formed at the tip. My small mouth opened in surprise. James watched me and his goofy smile disappeared. He got serious and quiet. Suddenly he wasn’t the same old silly Mr. James I’d known all these years. There was this darkness to him I’ never seen before. Like he’d been planning to get me into a spot just like this all along, and I thought briefly about what I was getting myself into. “Let’s try something fun,” he said quietly. He got up, his cock now obscenely stretched against his hip. I could see every vein and the thick ridge of his cockhead. Methodically he strutted around the office, closing all of the blinds, his dick wobbling back and forth under the lycra, and I marveled at his transformation, how masculine he seemed, how in charge. I stumbled up from the desk and followed his lead, shutting the door and locking it. He turned to look at me with this sense of purpose in his eyes, like whatever he was about to do to me was inevitable, and I got scared. He checked himself immediately and the goofy smile came back as he flexed his cock. The wet spot got bigger. He spread his arms and did this funny little duck walk over to me that made his dick bob up and down with every lurching step. I couldn’t help but laugh and was immediately put at ease. He’d spent years perfecting the art of cheering me up. It worked every time. He came in for another big hug, his man-sized frame enfolding mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against my stomach. “Hey, kiddo,” he said as his hands slid down to hold my plump ass through my jeans. “How you doing?” “Good,” I stuttered. I was shaking like a leaf. “Goooooood,” he said in soothing tones and moved my hand onto his throbbing cock. It felt firm and full in my hand and I gave it a few little squeezes. He moaned and brought me in for a kiss, my neck straining back to accommodate his height. I felt his tongue pressing against my teeth, which was new for me. Wanting to show him just how much I’d grown up though, I just went with it. His big wet tongue invaded my mouth and explored every nook and cranny. I gagged a bit when he reached the back of my throat, but he just petted the back of my head and held me in place. Soon I was sucking on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. He pried me away and kissed down my cheek to my neck. I let out a little gasp and my whole body went rigid. It was the most amazing thing I’d felt up to this point in my life. And when he began to gently suck and lick, I couldn’t help but moan. Immediately he pulled back and laughed. Putting one of his big, hairy hands gently over my mouth. “I love your pretty little moans, kiddo, but you’ve gotta keep it quiet right now, understand?” I nodded. “Why don’t we go into the back for a while?” he said. And I hastily grabbed his hand and led him back to the little hallway where we had a tiny kitchen to the left, and the bathroom and a big pile of bird seed sacks to the right. He pushed me up against the sink and kissed ravenously. He unbuckled my jeans and they fell to the ground. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my whole life as he squatted down, took off his classes, and yanked down my briefs. My 6 inches of uncut boymeat bounced into the open and, without missing a beat, Mr. James swallowed up my entire cock in his mouth and started slurping away. If what I felt before was good, this was at least a thousand times better, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. He reached up with his long, hairy arm and clamped his hand over my mouth while he mercilessly milked my dick for every bit of pleasure it could get. I got real close to cumming, I was right on the edge, but he pulled away as quick as he had started. He stood up and tugged me to him forcefully, spitting on his fingers and going in for another deep kiss. His fingers found my pink little boy hole and began gently circling, teasing, as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. His touch was electric on my hole and I moaned into his mouth, thrusting my hips against him. Firmly but gingerly he teased around the outside of my hole, getting each and every one of those nerve endings tickling. Then he pulled back his hands and his kiss and unzipped a pocket in his riding vest that looked to have a little sandwich baggy inside. He put two fingers deeply into his mouth, coating them thickly with spit and rummaged around in the sandwich baggy, covering them in white powder. “What’s that,” I whispered in a scared voice. “Just some special lube to help get you opened up.” ‘B-but it’s powder,” I stammered. “Don’t worry, it mixes with the spit once it’s in your hole, and then you'll start to feel really good.” And with that he shoved his finger inside me. I tried to cry out, but he planted his lips over mine as he wormed his way deeper inside me, stretching out my ring and making himself known to my tender insides. The finger burned like fire, and I tried to pull away, but he had me where he wanted me. My hole winked around his finger with the struggle and he slipped the other finger in and I gasped. My heart started beating faster in my chest, my hole started to loosen, and my horniness got ramped up more than I thought was possible. After a minute his fingers felt like magic inside me, and I unreservedly thrust my cock between his lycra clad thighs. I became acutely aware of his cock throbbing against my stomach and rubbed myself against him. “Hey kiddo, that’s my boy,” he murmured as he stretched out my hole. “That’s it.” All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock inside me. I needed it. I didn’t really like bottoming that much with actual guys, really, but I had to have his cock, and I had to have it right then. I grabbed his cock and gave it a desperate little tug. He laughed and asked if I was having a good time. “Yes, Mr. James.” I said, unintentionally mimicking the cadence I used when I was little. “Oh, good boy,” he said, his cartoony chuckle coming back. “I like that you still call me that. Now do you know what comes next, son?” “No, sir,” I said, but I really, really hoped. “Oh-ho I think you know,” he said, and twisted his fingers even deeper inside me I moaned and he withdrew his fingers. I felt so empty and scared it might be ending. “Why don’t you go get on that stack of bird seed bags, kiddo, and stick out your cute little but for me.” I giggled, and did what he asked. Once I was on all fours on the bird seed, I stuck out my ass and gave it a little shake, and Mr. James let out a low moan. I heard him spit on his hand and felt him move in behind me. He put up one leg on the birdseed next to me and soon I felt the wet tip of his cock moving up and down my crack. My whole body tensed and I stammered out, “D-d-d-do you have a condom?” “Uh-oh!” he said in a sing songy voice and kept rubbing his cock along the crack of my ass sending vibrations through my entire body. My hole was begging for his cock. “I’m fresh out of rubbers, little buddy. Do you want me to stop?” he said, swirling his hips and making my hole twitch and buck. I didn’t answer. “Because I sure will if you want me to, kiddo. Do you want me to?” Still I didn’t answer. “Huh?” he asked, poking at my hole with the head of his cock. “Huh?” he asked going deeper. “I mean…” I trailed off. He broke through the seal of my hole and sunk in deep. All seven inches of his thick cock were buried in me to the hilt, and I could feel his heartbeat through his cock in my stretched out ring. He smoothed his hands around the small of my back and leaned down to give me a kiss right between the shoulders, and I relaxed and let out a big breath. This was Mr. James, after all. He wouldn’t hurt me. “Mmmm, it seems like you might like that, I don’t know if you want me to stop, do you? Gently he made little circles in my hole with his fat cock, loosening me up. My hole burned, but it also felt better than any cock I’d ever experienced. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. “Hmmm, what was that? Did you want me to stop?” he asked, thrusting his hips in even deeper, giving me short little strokes as he ground around inside me. “Do you? Do you want me to stop?” The thrusts grew longer, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. “I want to hear an answer from you, little buddy, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to pound your fucking pussy?” I let out a cry of joy, pushing back on him. Trying to get more of this dick that was bringing me into a whole new world of pleasure. “That’s not good enough, kiddo. I said I wanted a fucking answer,” he said and he maneuvered himself so both his feet were on the bird seed bag, it bulged with our combined weight. He sunk his cock in as deep as it would go and leaned over to whisper in my ears. “Now, I want you to think about this and give me an answer like a good boy, okay? Can you do that for me?”. I nodded. “Now,” he said, grinding his cock in swirls, rubbing his leaking cock head against the walls of my ass. “Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to pound. That. Pussy!” And with those last three words he would pull all the way out and slam right back in. A sound ripped from my throat. “Yes! Yes, please don’t stop!” “Stop what?” he said, back to the slow grind. “Please don’t stop p-p-p-pounding my—please don’t stop pounding my pussy,” I said, unintentionally slipping back into that little boy cadence. He groaned a deep throated groan and softly petted the back of my head. He leaned in close and licked my ear. “Then get ready.” What came next was an unrelenting assault on my hole. He fucked me deep and he fucked me hard, and he didn’t stop. He wrapped a hand over my mouth and pulled my head back so my whole back arched up, exposing my plump, lily white ass for the taking as he thrust in deep over and over. I freaked a bit and tried to buck him off, but he just held me still until I gave in to the onslaught of his cock. His breathing got faster, and his thrusts got more ragged as my hole squeezed at his thickness. “Unnnnh, little buddy, I’m gonna give you my load.” I struggled when he said this. I’d never taken a load before, and I was terrified. I always used condoms. Always. But he had me in a firm grip. His pounding kept going and going and going and I couldn’t stop the waves of pleasure he was forcing through every cell in my body. He let out a strangled cry, thrust in as far as he could go, and I felt his cock spasm over and over again. Wetness spread deep inside me, and my dick instantly got steel hard again. As he collapsed on top of me, the lycra of his riding fest sticking to my back, cock still lodged inside of me, I started to panic. Just like he always did, though, Mr. James calmed me down and we curled up together on the bags of birdseed, spoon style as he gently thrust in, rubbing his cum into the walls of my hole. With the intensity of the moment, I started to sniffle a bit, but he held me tight. “Hey, hey, kiddo. There’s no need to cry. Was that your first load?” “Yeah…” I said quietly. “Well then that was a big step you just took. I’m proud of you, little buddy. Good work. Did it feel good?” he asked as he spread his man cum around my tender insides. “Yeah…” I muttered. “Well then who gives a hot damn, is what I say. You’ve gotta embrace that inner pig I just saw, and I’d love to show you how. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, why don’t we get cleaned up, kiddo.” With that we got up and got our pants back on. Mr. James pulled me in for a big hug and rubbed my back in big circles. “That was a lot of fun today, but there’s so much more I want to show you. Here’s my number in case you ever want to try going to one of those bathhouses we were talking about.” I took the slip of paper he handed to me, and gave him one more hug for the road. “Thank you, Mr. James. That was a lot of fun.” “Anytime, partner,” he said, as he walked toward the office door. “Hey, have you ever tried ecstasy,” he asked? “No, but I’ve always wanted to,” I replied. He grinned that goofy grin. “Well, then, until next time."

Matty was 19 and I was 28 when we met, we chatted on a hook up site, then he insisted we webcamed as awkward as that made me feel, he always could wind me round his little finger. We met for a drink and would go out clubbing at the weekend with my mates. He was a proper twink and knew it. Eventually he crashed over at mine one night and one thing led to another, he was total bttm and so I topped him and it was hot. Still insists mine is the biggest cock he's ever taken. Oddly I felt a bit guilty about sleeping with a guy so young but do it all the time now. I'm 36 now and we stayed friends over the years, he got a boyf the same age, they split up, then he decided to settle down with an older guy in his 40s. Over a tearful messenger exchange he told me he had been diagnosed positive. But they stayed together, and eventually having 3somes with his younger ex he was pozzed too. Over the next few years he was again single, he put on weight looking at his Facebook pics, and was living alone. Come his 25th though he decided to turn it around, only drank spirits (when he could afford it), and ate more healthily, and boy did he tone up. We met up last month as it had been an age. I've always fancied Matty but now he was a man not just a boy. I brought over a litre of vodka and he cooked chicken. He had stopped dying his hair and cut it short at the sides and looked hot and I said so. He cheekily lifted up his T shirt showing off his smooth flat stomach and pointing at his inguinal ligaments proudly declared 'I've got my cum gutters back.' He said he'd come off his meds to get back at his older ex for not wanting to be in touch, he knew he didn't want to see him get sick. This made me just want to look after him all the more too. The gas meter was out so we had to top up and it was gone 11 before we ate. I was off my face drunk and just launched in with a snog which was passionately reciprocated, I put my hands on his firm flat chest and felt him up, then round his back on to his ass and pulled him up into an embrace. He offered for me to stay, it was late, but drunk and embarrassed I downed the remainder of my drink and made my way home. I was so horny the next day I mssgd him on Facebook. He said he wished I'd stayed *winky face* and we chatted: - “I just wanted to spent time with you mono et mono but if vodka leads to a snog and a grope then lets do that - it is preferable! LOL” - Lol! Don't be naughty or you'll give me ideas. “ideas.... you say it like its a bad thing u started it!” - Let's have food and a proper catch up! - “you have been saying that for years!” - U need to top me next time tho - “so there will be a next time? aint a shy 19y/o anymore. I’m vers. id love to fuck u - id love to do more haha always did want to. ive learned a few tricks in a decade haha” - you look super hot as always - “I'd fuck u silly if we were alone and u were up for it. Tho im better with my hands than my dick when it comes to hitting the right spots” - Haha, ff? - “FF is mild. u wanna see my jocks and ropes. these days I bb a lot, byut Ive not had sex in about 4 months the second longest Ive gone since I was 16. See me as much as you want or as little as you want, I'm available whenever for friendship, sex, simply cuddles whatever” - you know I have always had the hots for you He said he used to be a bttm with his ex, but when his younger ex had been unemployed he decided to take charge and would top him just to hear him whimper under him, and had no problem being a top now. I was horny and wanking in the safety of my own bedroom so thought I'd push it, 'I wanna sit on your raw dick,' 'I wouldn't let you,' came the reply and I felt disappointed we’d never be that close, 'you'll sit on my raw dick only when I'm ready,' he replied and my cock jumped! Not only would we be together but he’d breed me. “We need to meet up this week, I don’t think I’ll be undetectable by then though and I dont wanna use condoms with you, so you need to know what you’re letting yourself in for” We met up again the next weekend and I couldn’t wait. We were just matey to begin, I felt a bit embarrassed about how horny I had been for our online chat, and I poured a large vodka. He was in a tight purple T-shirt and jeans, and already had his socks off at home, wriggling his toes on the hard floor in the kitchen every now and again. He invited me to sit in the lounge and he put his hand on my knee, my cock bristled and my mouth was dry. He reached in for a kiss and I reciprocated, we kissed passionately like old lovers for minutes, then he took his top off and told me to do the same. As I had my jumper over my head he stood up and took his jeans off, I could see the outline of his bulge in his pants and he quickly lost these too. 'Suck it,' he said and I didn't need to be asked twice, it was rock hard with a sweet taste of precum, and a perfectly round purple head that just seemed to fit my mouth like a lollipop. He put his hand on the back of my head and started to face fuck me, moaning how good it was. He's certainly grown up! Was he trying to Dom me now? I got up and took my trousers, boxers and socks off in one go, if for nothing more than to stop my cock straining so hard at my zipper, and got back to sucking. He reached down and started to wank me off. I thought I was going to cum. But I wanted to taste his load first. Then he took me by the hand and not speaking a word led me to the bedroom where he pushed me half into the bed. He was still standing between my legs on the floor and he bent over and kissed me again, our cocks fought like in a sword fight. Whilst still locked to my lips first his right hand then his left trailed down my legs to my knees and in one swift movement lifted them up and he looked down as if admiring the view, his eyes were on the target and he lined his cock up with my ass and bent over again to kiss, my legs around my ears. I could feel the pressure and eagerness of his cock at my hole and I wanted it. I wriggled a bit to see if it would go in. He stopped kissing me, our faces a few centimetres from each other, and looked in my eyes and said, 'I really want to do this, to be close to you, to feel inside you, and I think you do too,' I gave a tiny nod, and relaxed my head back and relaxed my ass muscles. He pushed in, I was already well lubed with precum and I was gagging for it so took him easily, he had a pretty decent sized cock as well. Time had clearly taught him a few things about how to get off as a top and he was deeper than anyone I've ever taken before. He started to fuck me, hard and fast and deep, whatever his style was that gave his cock maximum friction, I could tell he was fucking me to cum. I was loving it, and wanking with my right hand, edging the whole time, I could have cum in a second but wanted his hard sweet cock in me for as long as possible, and wanted him to breed me even more. Then he pulled out! I wondered if he had second thoughts about what he was doing, we were friends after all, but he said 'roll over' and in his eagerness helped twist my legs round. Now in doggy I felt two fingers plunge into my gaping hole. He was feeling around inside and knew where to press my prostate to make me wanna explode in an instant. He pulled out some lube from the draw still with his fingers in my ass, they were so deep I felt pinned down, and with a bit of lube there was a 3rd finger. My ass was in ecstasy as he slid further into me, putting up a constant pressure, opening me up as the width of 3 fingers increased the further up the hand. He pulled back a little, I realised to get his little finger in on the act as well, now and I felt even greater pressure, I was hard as a rock and pre-cumming everywhere. I'd never been ff before! 4 fingers in was about all I was going to be able to take when he opened his draw again and pulled out poppers. He opened the lid and took a long deep breath, then didn't even give me the bottle, just held it under my nose and told me to take a deep breath. I felt my head rush, and 110% more horny, I wanted everything he had to give me in my ass, I felt him push up to the knuckle and was about to scream when suddenly realised he was inside me, and my ass had contracted back down around his wrist. I felt so full and content and horny, I could feel him inside me like never before, like a puppeteer working a mannequin and I knew I was his. We stayed like that for 10minutes doing more and more poppers. Finally I couldn't take anymore and he slowly pulled out which hurt like hell, but then I felt his dick fill my gaping ass again before I knew it, still hard as a rock, now lubed and slick, but somehow felt deeper than his fist. And he picked up pace, suddenly slamming into me and letting out a huge groan. It didn't take me two strokes to make myself cum, and I could hear Matty groan again as he felt my ass orgasm around his cock. We stayed like that for a while and then he collapsed next to me and picked up a towel off the floor to wipe up the lube. 'I really needed that,' he said, 'and know you did too.' I just lay there my head spinning. 'And we shud play more often,' he said, ‘don’t think that's just going to be a one off, we were meant to be together, and no you don't get a choice, you're mine now.'

I love a Dom that talks nasty while he fucks me. Got me wandering if you guys enjoy that too. What do your Tops say to you that turns you on?I also choose the porn I jerk off to based on the tops commands. I love for my top to tell me how he is going to ruin my hole or that its torn and bleeding. Telling me he is sorry it hurts because he didnt use lube but that it feels better for him. It probably all stems from the first time I got fucked as a boy. My uncle had a huge cock and just kept telling me that if I wanted to be a good boy I needed to lay there and deal with the pain because it was good for him. Here are some that stand out to me. had a dom guy tell me when he was done fucking me that he was sorry for ruining my hole but that it felt great for him while playing with 2 black guys in vegas one of them pinned me down and said now Marcus is going to rape your ass and its gonna hurt but just lay there and take it had a top tell me right as he was cumming that he was gonna make have his ass babies one guy in atlanta whispered to me the whole time he was in my ass that he was ruining me for any other tops and that after him my hole wouldnt be worth fuckn

It's been a while since my last story but I've had this one on the back burner for a while.... I’d like to tell you all a story. As some of you will know from my previous posts I’m a nasty fucker but recently I started to notice the missing of something in my life. Well I was on scruff one day when I got a match with a very hot guy not too far away. Thinking what the hell I wolfed him and unlocked my pics. Soon we were chatting discussing fantasies etc. Turned out he was into pup play, something I’d been intrigued by for some time. What was better was he was also into partying! Well having just got some really good T and G I decided what the hell, booked a hotel in his city and got on a train, instructing him to meet me at the station when I got there. The train journey seemed to last forever, God I wish I drove, but soon I had arrived. I won’t say the name of the city except it’s in the north of England. As instructed he was awaiting me on the platform and looked even hotter than his photos. I was going to enjoy this! Soon we had arrived at the hotel, after having made small talk during the taxi ride there. As soon as we got into the room he was straight onto me kissing me hard. Now I’m 95%top so I’m not used to the other guy making the first move but this was hot. We stripped and prepared our rigs,.35 for him and .30 for me as I’m still new to slamming and a nice dose of G for both of us. Now one thing I can’t yet do is slam myself so I entrusted this to him, making sure to first of all take my kemagra tab. When the rush hit I felt amazing. Soon I had my dick buried in his throat facefucking him hard. “Up” I commanded pointing to the bed, “present”, he got on all 4s and soon I was rimming him hard, listening to him moan like a batch on heat. “you want sirs bone? “ I asked. He gave a soft bark and I slid my dick in in one go, God he was tight! Soon I was pounding him hard, he continued to moan and groan. Soon he was getting too noisy so I rimmed one of my sweaty socks in his mouth whilst I pinned his arms behind his back. All too soon I could feel my balls getting ready for release. “Do you want sirs Cum in your ass pup? Sirs nasty POZ, Toxic load?”. Now up until this point. I had not discussed my status but then again he had not asked. Turning his head he looked back at me with a yearning pleading look in his eyes and nodded. That’s all it took, soon I was Cummings in him hard forcing my Cum deep into him. “Take my POZ Cum pup, I own you now, your mine”. As I said this I maintained eye contact. He shivered slightly but then started milking my dick with his ass muscles. I reached forward, having released his arms and gave him a long hard kiss. I had just staked my claim to my 1st pup. The first of many. You see it had long been an idea of mine to have a permanent pack of human pups, all mine, all pozzed by me. Let the fun begin.

Been fucked by a guy a few times and he has always insisted on a condom. I let him just cause I love how hung he is. So an hour ago he txt and wants to fuck. I was still in bed and told him only if he fucks raw. So he finally agrees to let me pick the condom and the lube. I quickly grabbed a ribbed condom and put it in a baby oil bath. He got there in about an hour and I put the condom on him which was too small to begin with but i got it on. Then I laid down on the bed face down and told him to spit and shove. Worked like a charm and the condom broke on the first thrust. I told him to just keep going, but he pulled out. He said he knew how to settle our difference and whatever the outcum we would do it that way from now on. So he tells me about this game he played with some girls at a party where the would put 5 condoms on a guy with olive oil slathered on each one. The goal was to make the guy cum before all the condoms came of or broke. Otherwise they got a creampie. He said we would do the same with 3 condoms and use vasaline as lube,If he came before they all broke then we play safe, if not, its bb from now on. I got super turned on by the whole idea so i jumped up and ran to my toy box. I got 3 ribbed condoms, vasaline, and a tube of oralgel. He never even noticed me put a big glob in the first condom. I teased him a bit to be sure it had time to work . THen he shoved a big glob of vasaline in my hole and went to fucking. I wasnt really ready for the fucking he gave me but after about 20min and 3 positions I felt the last condom pop. Took him another 30 to finally pump his cum deep in my guts. He looked at me and said those condoms were too tight and made his cock numb. Told me from now on we are no condoms and no lube. Just spit and shove. Was a great morning

It was bound to happen eventually. My private sex life finally crossed into my normal everyday life. From the outside the world saw me as a typical straight acting, skinny, furry, late twenties gay guy, they would never have suspected that I was such a slut. Until I applied for a job at the truck wash. I had seen the job posting online for a night cashier at the truck wash a few exits down from where I lived and had applied for it by sending my resume in an email. Unfortunately, just as I hit send and there was no way of retrieving my email I realized that I was sending my resume using my hookup email, takeloadsfromdads@yahoo.com. I tried in vain to press stop before the screen changed, but I just wasn’t fast enough. I tried everything I could think of to recall the email, but it was no good, it was out there. I imagined that some thick middle-aged human resource lady would take one look at the email and just delete it based on the email address. But what if she didn’t? I couldn’t reapply for fear that she would realize what it meant. If they contacted me I had already thought of a way to spin it into a freight meaning, I just had to think of what the acronym ‘dads’ might be. I let it go and kept applying for jobs the rest of the night. At some point I fell asleep at my desk and woke up around 11pm. There in my in-box was a response from the truck wash. My heart practically jumped out of my chest as I clicked to open the email. There was only one line of text, “If you really want the job, come down tonight before 4am. Craig” Now my heart was really racing. Had he noticed my email address? Deciding I needed the money more than my pride, I took a shower, then put on a pair of jeans, a pac-man t-shirt, socks and my leather boots. I would have put on underwear normally, but as I was tight for cash I didn’t want to spend money on laundry. I printed out a copy of my resume, put it in a folder and headed out. It was almost 12:30am when I got to the truck wash. It sat behind a truck stop next to the fuel island where the big rigs fill up. I parked my pickup and went to the window where the truckers pay for their washes. Behind the window was an older guy with tats, a grey fu manchu moustache, wearing a worn out Harley tank top. He didn’t smile or act like he gave a shit if anybody was at the window. He didn’t really even look up; he just knew somebody was standing at the window as he counted the one dollar bills in his drawer. “What.” “Hi, I’m looking for Craig.” He still didn’t look up. “Who are you.” “I’m Adam. I-I-I’m here about the job.” One eyebrow went up and he suddenly took an obvious interest in me. “Go around the left and knock on the door that says manager on it. Stay close to the wall in case the washer starts.” “Yes Sir. Thanks.” He grunted and I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away. I walked in between the machinery for the car wash and the brick wall that made up the structure. About half way down there was a door that said ‘manager’ on a well-worn plaque that was intended to be used in such damp conditions. I knocked and waited just as a rig started pulling into the bay. A man in his late forties with a little bit of a beer gut and a full beard just starting to go gray opened the door and motioned me into the office. To the left was a desk with a bunch of filing cabinets behind it and two non-descript office chairs facing it. In front of me was a couch that looked as though it had been there since the place opened in the early eighties. It was orange with wood accents and looked like it had never been cleaned. To the right was a two-way mirror that looked out onto the gruff man that had given me instructions and a door into his little area. I didn’t realize it until the glare of the fluorescent bulbs in the wash bay were on the other side of the door, but the office was pretty dark, most likely to make the two-way mirror more effective. “So you’re Adam. Here, sit down, let’s talk.” He pointed to one of the stationary chair facings his desk. “Thanks for getting me an interview so quickly.” He sat directly in front of me on the corner of his desk. He was wearing a cheap button-down shirt tucked into a pair of very old and worn jeans. There was a big worn spot over his left front pocket where his keys must have usually been. Due to how low I was and how high he was, my line of sight was pretty much at his crotch. I either had to strain my neck to look up at him or stare at the bulge in his jeans. “No problem. Have you done this type of work before?” At that point I started to relax and the situation went from hyper-sexual in my mind to just a normal interview. We chatted for about twenty minutes about my work history, all the time I kept glancing at his crotch. Every time I would look I would see something new. First I noticed that the thinness of the fabric allowed me to see the definition of his cock and balls. Then as a I kept answering questions and glancing I noticed the ridge around the head of his dick. As we talked and he adjusted himself I noticed he had a PA in the head of his cock. This got me so excited I had to cover my crotch with my folder to hid my semi-erection. “Well Adam, you certainly sound like what we are looking for. I just have one more question.” “Yes Sir.” “What’s that email address all about. Takeloadsfromdads?” I could feel myself get instantly hot and flushed. He just laughed a little, got up off the desk and locked the door that I had come through. I sat frozen in my chair as he moved behind me and sat on the couch with his legs spread wide. “Come here.” I got up with my folder still in front of my completely hard cock that was dribbling pre-cum in my pants and stood in front of where he was seated. He snatched the folder away from me. He felt my erection under my button-fly. “Looks like you could use some more room in there.” He yanked my well-worn jeans open and my six inch dick jutted out at him like a flagpole on a skyscraper. “Nice.” In an instant his hot mouth enveloped my dick. As he sucked my cock he pulled my jeans down, took off my boots, slipped my jeans off and put my boots back on me. His thick weathered fingers cupped my ass cheeks as he pulled me in and out of his mouth. Slowly and methodically his fingers inched towards my asshole until he was probing my ass up to his first knuckle. Feeling how tight my ass was he spun me around, bent me over and started deeply tonging me. He was so into eating my ass his drool was running down my taint and dripping off my tightening balls. His beard felt amazing against my hole! As he got my hole wetter and wetter he started getting one finger after the other into my ass until he had three fingers probing me. His rough knuckles were better than any anal beads that had ever been used on me. When he had my hole open and pliable he turned me around to face him. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” “Yes Sir.” I lowered down onto my knees between his legs and undid his fly. He lifted his ass up, allowing me to pull his pants down. His thick uncut cock was only partially hard so the excess of his foreskin was loose and hanging from the end of his cock, held slightly open by the piercing through the head. His balls were huge and almost hairless. I pulled them out from between his legs, tongued them, rubbed them against my face and watched his cock get rock hard. “So you take loads from dads?” “Yes Sir.” “Where do you take them?” “That’s up to your Sir.” “Good boy. Get your feet up on this couch and stick that ass in my face.” I put a foot on the outside of either of his thighs as he grabbed my waist, pulling me towards his face and his tongue entered me. I was just able to bend over enough to play with his piercing and foreskin with my tongue. He guided my waist down until I could feel his thick cock and piercing pressing into my hole and then he let go of my waist. “Sit down on it.” I slowly felt the piercing and his cock push past my sphincter and gasped a little as my hole went past his thick mushroom head. “Come on whore, you can do better than that.” I tried getting more in, but it was so thick and my hole felt so stretched. Craig must have felt my resistance and was tired of waiting for me to get used to his pulsing cock entering me. Suddenly he grabbed my calves and pushed them out from under me, slamming my ass all the way down on his cock. I couldn’t help but scream from the intense pain. I could barely catch my breath. To take my mind off the pain in my ass Craig took both my nipples in his hands and twisted them hard. I screamed again and continued to try and get a footing or ahold of something that would let me lift off the enormous cock in my hole. “Stay still boy.” He grabbed my cock which was still hard and covered in pre-cum. “Looks like you like a little pain.” I don’t know if it was my internal programming or if I really did like it, but my answer was “Yes Sir.” He picked me up off the couch and tipped me over onto the dirty grey industrial carpet. My hands and feet were on the floor with my ass in the air. He leaned over, got the leather belt from his pants, looped it under my hips and fastened it behind me, effectively making a handle to use me with. With the feeling of spit hitting the juncture of his cock and my hole he started pounding away at my hole. The girth of his cock coupled with the minimal amount of lube that was drying up at every moment made me scream with every stroke. Every time he plowed into me and I screamed I could feel his cock swell with the pleasure of my pain. It wasn’t long before I could feel his warm seed flooding my ass and dripping out of my hole. He held me tight as his cock continued to pulse and push out the last remnants of his cum. He took his cock out of and yanked me around by my hair. “Clean off my cock.” Even in the dimly lit room I could see a slight hue of red from the damage he had inflicted on my hole. I could taste blood and cum as I sucked his cock clean. Once he was satisfied that his cock was clean, he pushed me back on to the floor. “Good boy.” I started to get up and was pushed down again. “You’re not done.” He put his pants and shoes back on and headed to the door that led out to the booth with the gruff cashier. “Stay.” “Yes Sir.” Craig went out to the cashier area and with very few words alerted the gruff man in the Harley tank top that something was waiting in the office. The man got up as Craig took his place behind the window. He walked in and found me on the floor. “Nice.” He patted his thigh like he was calling a dog. “Come here boy.” I crawled on my hands and knees over to where he stood. He patted me on the head with one hand while the fingers on the other hand probed my ass full of Craig’s cum. “Craig opened you up good.” He wiped his cummy fingers in my hair and on my face. “Undo pants and get my cock hard.” I unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock and balls out. It only took a few strokes of my tongue and his cock was hard, resembling a long beer can. He pulled my mouth off his cock. “Go on boy, get up on the couch and stick that ass out.” “Yes Sir.” I got up on the couch with my knees on the cushions and my arms against the back. He slapped my ass hard. “Put your feet on the couch.” I put my feet on the cushions, but I apparently still wasn’t in the desired position. He grabbed my balls with one hand and lifted me up while pushing my feet to the deepest part of the couch, making my ass stick way out and keeping me off balance. Without any warning he shoved his beer can cock up my ass and fucked me hard and fast. I screamed for the first two minutes as he pummeled my ass. Once I got used to his pace I started to enjoy and want his cock in me, but all to soon I felt his cock explode in my ass. Once he had pounded his last drop of cum in me he took his cock out, wiped it off with my t-shirt and headed back to his position in the booth as he buttoned he cock back into his pants. Craig came back into the sad little office as I tried to catch my breath. He fingered my hole, feeling the huge amount of cum in me. “Damn, Danny really filled your ass up.” “Yes Sir.” He kept playing with my hole and rubbing his cock. Before long I was hearing the sound of the fly of his jeans being pulled apart and then feeling his cock stab into my worn hole. He fucked me fast and quick. It only took a few minutes before I felt more cum being left in my ass. As before he had me clean off his cock before putting it back in his pants. Craig threw my cum covered shirt and my pants at me. “Get dressed.” “Yes Sir.” Once I was dressed I stood in front of his desk. “Did I get the job?” He looked up from his computer and smiled. “Come back tonight for your second round of interviews.” “Yes Sir.” With that I exited his office, got back in my pick up and drove home. All the way I kept thinking how hot it was going to be to squeeze the three loads out of my ass and use it to jack off and finally blow the load that had been building up through three fuckings.

Part XII A couple of buds were getting antsy as the time approached for THE door to open and headed over to get in line. That basically left a couple of us to help get our neg bud to the door and in there as he was getting pretty much wasted. Another round of drinks and not only him but I was feeling the hell out of them too and I had to help get him to the door and in there. We decided there was only about 2 minutes left and we had better get him over there. Two of us took an arm each and lifted him to his feet. He could walk but very unsteadily. LOL Another buddy brought up the rear to help hold him upright. We got the door just as a line was forming and only had about a dozen guys ahead of us, so we figured there was plenty of time to get him in there and wish him luck. Then it was time! The door opened and half dressed guys were coming out as the new guys were trying to get in. It was kind of a crush and much slower time than we thought it would be. Probably took us 6 of the 10 minutes just to get to the door and then another 2 or 3 to get into the room. We all stopped and took a look around. There were still at least a dozen guys still there totally naked with other in various stages of dress. Looked to me like there were going to be 40 or more in there. I shook hands with my buds and wished them luck and as I did that there came a count down to door shutting. 10-9 I turned and headed for the door and tripped over someone's foot and fell head first towards the door. Had to scramble back up and wouldn't you know it, same ankle twisted that I did during the parade. Damn, I lunged towards the door as the count hit 5-4. I was all at once grabbed and bodily carried out the door just as the man said 1 and the door slammed shut. Whew, what a close call that had been. Then it dawned on me that the guy who had picked me up hadn't set me down yet until we reached my table. As he set me down I could even feel a somewhat familiar bulge rub my ass as I landed on my feet. I turned to see a huge smile on the face of my bud from the parade. Damn, was all I could think of as I realized who it was. He said, "how the hell are you doing?" and grabbed me in a big old bear hug. I returned the hug with a huge grin too and told him I was doing fine and wow had he ever saved me. He grinned and told me that remained to be seen. We both laughed then. He asked how things had been and I told him that mostly good. I then told him all my buds had tested poz now except one. He said, "I bet it was the one you had to half carry in there?" I told him it sure was and the weird thing was that that was the one who had taken the most loads at the parade. He laughed at that and told me he thought that had been me. Well, that was true but he was the most of my buds. We then talked about him for a bit. He told me several of his stories of other conquests since our last meeting. He got into quite detailed accounts too. Over the course of this we had another couple of drinks. I was getting pretty looped again, too. His stories weren't helping me any either as I kept thinking about his huge cock in me from before. I could really picture the guys taking him into their asses and getting plowed by his big cock. Thinking of my buds in that room and his stories and remembering the parade pretty much had me turned on too. I was sure I was still straight but couldn't help remembering what his pummeling of my prostate had done to me, making me cum hard without ever touching my own cock. Had never had that happen and then he did it to me three times that night. I happened to look up at the clock then and mentioned it was only another 5 or so minutes till the door opened again. He checked and confirmed that and told me we might as well head over to see how many of our friends came out, if any. LOL He told me that sometimes guys get in there and stay the whole time till it closed. I thought that was a lot of time to be in there. He told me he had done it once himself and probably got 20 to 25 loads that night and probably loaded 3 others. The booze though had me about out of it and he was actually almost holding me up. Too damn many. I then just leaned on him for support thinking that would help until my head would clear some. He put his arm around me and his hand was then resting on my ass which wasn't helping the fact I had sprung a hard-on from his stories and the memories. Clock said one more minute till the door opened.

Chapter 3 – My First Alpha: The cold stone of the fireplace against my back made me feel safe, as did the piece of wood I still gripped in my right hand. Last night had started fucking amazing, like a total wet dream as I bent over and took a number of raw daddy dicks in the basement bathroom of the local bar. Now here I was. Scared, scarred, and with some foul cum from the beast that attacked and fucked me still dripping out of my ass. Yet, no matter how painful and frightful that had been, just thinking about the way he/it mounted me, fucked me with such intensity, and then filled me to the rim with the biggest load imaginable made my dick stick straight up and start leaking. Fuck I’m a mess! A few hours passed and I was still there – sitting in a puddle of dried beast nutt that had leaked from my ass, my back against the fireplace where I felt safest and in nothing but tattered rags keeping the cold at bay – when Mr. Stockton and his boys found me the next morning. At first when I heard the porch boards creak my heart leapt into my throat, I snapped my head, my guts twisted and the bile started to rise. Was the beast back? Would he breed me again? Shit I had to quit thinking about that. That’s fucked up! The front door knob jiggled, twisted, I then heard keys and the door slowly opened. My heart was still racing as a dark shadow filled the door that was barely lit with the soft glow of early dawn. One heavy footstep, then another, and I sighed in relief as it was just a man. Well not ‘just’ a man. It was a fucking-smoking-hot-as-hell-daddy! My dick sprang right up again and I had to adjust to tattered quilt to keep it hidden. The man stepped into the cabin and looked around, quickly taking in the broken table, lamp, and turned over furniture. He SNIFFED once, then twice, a grim expression on his face before his gaze landed on me. Sensing my fear and anxiety, he took an easy step my way, with his left hand slightly extended and a slight stoop in his posture. “You OK there son?” he asked. I cocked my head, my muscles relaxing just from the confidence and power in his voice. My shoulders slumped, but before I could respond there was a loud ruckus on the porch, the beating of booted feet, and four more guys rushed in through the door. “Pops, we checked around back and…..” The man before me threw his right back to halt their progress and snapped his head to the side as he snarled, “SSHHHH!” The other four stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes now all settling on me. I looked back up at the first man – this daddy – and wanted to whimper as he reminded me of Clifton – a bigger and better version of Clifton anyways. Tall, muscular, long black hair, big bushy beard and mustache, but instead of blue, this daddy’s eyes were a rich emerald green with centers of blazing orange that shone out from under his thick brows like the light from the Colossus of Rhodes. “Easy now,” the daddy said as he squatted down in front of me, his jeans straining to contain his thighs, “Apologies for my boys here. They forget their manners sometimes and its not often we have company up here. I’m J.M. Stockton. Did you find my notes?” Mr. Stockton? Wow. I expected some old white haired dude with a cane or something. This guy looked maybe 35 and as I peered over his shoulder at his ‘boys’ who had all scooted forward closer, I wrinkled my brow as I questioned how they could be his sons? One of them didn’t look that much younger than he did, although the youngest looking one, who stood a bit back and to the side holding his right arm, looked about my age. I turned back to Mr. Stockton who was looking at me with the most intense gaze Mr. Stockton eased his left hand forward, his forearm was thick, hairy, and his hand was like three times the size of mine. I eyed it like I was seeing a snake in the garden and trying to decide if I should whack it or let it be. Before I could act one way or the other Mr. Stockton’s hand flashed forward, grabbed the end of the piece of firewood, twisted it, pulled it out of my hand, and casually tossed it back into the pile beside the fireplace. He set his hand on my right shoulder, I shivered, and he said in the calmest voice, “I hope you don’t mind us checking on you. I thought I heard something last night and wanted to make sure you didn’t have any trouble.” What could I say? I got raped by some beast? Some animal decided it was horny, came to the cabin, opened the door, turned off the lights, then mounted me and cummed in me? Fucking crazy! Instead I stuttered, “SSSome ann ann - a bear or something got in. I mmm mmmust have left the door unlocked. I’ll pay for the table and lamp and stuff. I’m…I just…” I was shaking so hard now. Mr. Stockton squeezed my shoulder, spun on his heals, stood to his full height and snarled at his boys, “Get out. Go home.” Three of them took right off. The last stood there looking particularly defiant. Mr. Stockton pointed, “Isaac. Right now.” Isaac glared at me, rubbed his upper arm, then stomped out, slamming the door behind him. Mr. Stockton kneeled down beside me, he licked a finger and wiped at something on the side of my head. I stared into his emerald eyes, which now seemed to burn even brighter and shook my head. I started to try to get up and yelped in surprise as Mr. Stockton wrapped his big muscular arms around and under my body and lifted me right up as he stood like I was a bag of groceries. The tattered and shredded quilt dragged along the floor as he carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me onto the bed. I shivered at his burning touch and tried to bury myself deeper in the quilt’s remains. Mr. Stockton tenderly caressed the side of my head in reassurance, then stepped into the bathroom and yelled, “I WAS A MEDIC IN THE ARMY BACK IN THE DAY AND LIVING OUT HERE, WE HAVE TO BE ABLE TO CARE FOR OURSELVES. I’LL HAVE YOU FIXED RIGHT UP IN NO TIME.” He soon came back with a first aid kit, as well as a bottle of whiskey. He took a long swig, wiped his mouth, then handed the bottle to me. My hands shook, the whiskey burned, but when it hit my stomach it helped. I clung to the bottle as Mr. Stockton pulled the tattered quilt away and off my body. He sat on the edge of the bed, and with a determined look, began running his hands up and down my chest and torso, inspecting all of my little cuts and bruises. His touch sent waves of desire and a strange tingling sensation through me and my dick popped right up and started twitching, anxious for attention. I tried to cover it with my left hand, Mr. Stockton let out a barrel chested laugh and said, “Hell, no need to be shy with me. It’s OK.” Was it my imagination or was his dick getting hard too? I swear that long, deep shadow and bulge was not showing in his jeans a second ago. He continued to tenderly examine my sides, hips, legs, and paused with a look of concern when he got to the large slash marks on my upper left arm. He squeezed my arm tight, his eyes narrowed, and he roughly pulled me close to him as he SNIFFED, then shocked me as he ran his long, rough tongue over the open and scabby cuts, slathering them in his spit. What the fuck? I tried to pull back, but he was focused on licking my wounds. When he was done, he released my arm and looked embarrassed, “My apologies. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Saliva has some of the best healing and cleaning properties and for cuts like those is better than peroxide, which actually kills good cells too. Now tell me, honest now, how did you get those cuts on your arm?” I sighed. Hell. “The bear, it…” I started, but from the narrowing of Mr. Stockton’s eyes I knew he didn’t believe me. Fuck. I took a long swig of whiskey for courage and blurted out as fast as I could, “There was this thing, this animal, some sort of…fuck I don’t know. I was asleep, and then I woke up, it was dark, and then I felt it, saw it, the light…fuck! Then it was on me, not just on me, but ON me, and then in me, like, fuck! It…it…fucked me OK. It held me down on the floor as it fucked me. It had claws and like fingers, but not really, and was hairy, and fuck! I don’t know. It was dark, but it…I passed out I guess…and…” I gulped more whiskey. Mr. Stockton was looking even more concerned and then his faced turned to a mask of rage. I cried out as he suddenly and forcefully pushed my legs apart and tried to pull away. He let out a guttural growl, his green eyes now aflame in dark reds and oranges. My eyes widened and I froze as Mr. Stockton leaned across my open legs, keeping them pried apart with his shoulder and body as he rammed three fingers up my sore ass, dug around, pulled them out, sniffed them, nodded his head, then licked the toxic nutt and pooled ass juice off while I watched in scared fascination. The rage battled within him, his entire body shook. Mr. Stockton took a deep breath, then another, and let it out. He sat back up and gently put his hand on my thigh, “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to be – so forward. I know you have been though something that should never have happened and that is truly not allowed. There WILL be consequences I can assure you of that. Here, have some more whiskey.” I gladly took the bottle, filled my throat, and put my hand to my head. I was so confused and didn’t understand what was going on, but something was. I could feel it, sense it, and nothing made any sense. Mr. Stockton took the bottle, set it on the nightstand, then turned and laid back onto the bed on his side as he slid his left arm under my neck. I nestled against his warm body, his big arms holding me safe and secure. I could also feel his raging boner pressing through his jeans, which made me push slightly against him. Mr. Stockton pushed against my body, but did not make any more moves. He just lay there, letting me feel him, smell him, sense him, as we shared the space and I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep. I awoke a short time later and Mr. Stockton was still holding me. He sensed I was awake and whispered, “Hey, how are you feeling?” I yawned, rubbed at my eyes, “Good, thank you. I’m sorry I fell asleep, I guess…” He interrupted me and said, “Nothing to be sorry about at all. You needed it, and from the feel of this – that’s not all you need.” Mr. Stockton’s large hand was now covering my raging hard dick and my tight balls. He squeezed slightly, making me moan, and while continuing to squeeze my manhood he began kissing my head, sniffing my hair, kissing the back of my neck, and then flipped me onto my stomach as he tenderly kissed my back, thighs, calves, then moved back up until his hot breath was hovering over the crack of my ass. He sniffed some more – long, deep, his nostrils flaring in and out as he marked all the scents wafting off my body. “I can stop if you want me to,” Mr. Stockton offered. I twisted my head, focused my eyes, and begged, “NO, please don’t stop. I want you to. I need you to. I have to…I need…” He smiled. “I know pup. I know. I’m here now.” The rays of the morning sun were now peaking through the trees, casting a spotlight through the cabin’s bedroom window onto the broad back of Mr. Stockton as he unbuttoned his shirt, then pulled off the t-shirt underneath. I held my breath. His chest was broad, muscular, defined, and covered with a tight mat of hair. A thick line of fur ran down his torso and disappeared into his jeans. His arms flexed as he moved, every muscle defined and in sync like the perfect parts of a complex machine. Boots were kicked to the side, the zipper slowly retreated, and Mr. Stockton bent forward to pull them off over his large socked feet. When he stood back up I gasped and whimpered. His V-shaped torso was centered on his solid hips that were held aloft by the biggest, muscled thighs I could have imagined. Front and center was a long, thick penis cased in a foreskin sheath that glistened in sweat and musk and filled the room with daddy scent, nestled to each side were two balls that look like they belonged on a Brahman bull. Each ball was matted in fur and I imagined the skin underneath felt tough like hide. My whimpering was uncontrollable now as was the primal urges coursing through my naked body. I twisted around and scooted so my ass was on the edge of the bed. I glanced at Mr. Stockton, his eyes a blazing red and orange color again as his long shaft stiffened and a steady stream of daddy-lube dribbled out and onto the wood floor below like the warning signs of a spring flood. My head spun as a wave of musk hit me again. I raised my legs up and back, grabbed the back of my knees to offer my morning sweet spot to this daddy, and waited. Mr. Stockton blocked all light from the window as his mighty form invaded my space and he leaned over my shaking body. He rested his elbows on the bed to other side of my arms, pinning me, and began to nuzzle, nip, and kiss and lick my neck and face. I couldn’t breathe as his mouth fully enveloped mine, his beard scratchy and carrying too many scents for me to comprehend at that time. Mr. Stockton forced air into my lungs, then let me exhale through my nose, then breathed for me again – our heartbeats becoming come. I hooked my ankles into the cross hatch of his hips and grabbed the sides of his rippling torso as he nuzzled his now fully hard manhood at the entrance to my ass and prelubed it with his daddy juice. I couldn’t take the need any longer that was building inside me like a shaken can of soda. I had to feel him in me, deep, and hard, and moaned and whimpered into Mr. Stockton’s daddy mouth and tried to push my ass onto the head of his shaft. He released my mouth, his dark hair creating a world of privacy as it fell around my head and my entire field of vision was taken up with his burning red eyes. All green was gone, and not a hint of orange was left. They were now like two blood red moons and glowing, but I was not afraid as I knew it was his burning desire for me that stoked that furnace. “Take me, please,” I whispered. Mr. Stockton gave me a lopsided smile, which made his upper lip curl up on the left side, exposing a long, sharp tooth. His voice seemed deeper, and layered with power, and echoes upon echoes, as he asked, “You give yourself to me of your own free will? Do you submit to me?” “YES PLEASE, OH YES, FUCK ME, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME – I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME – I…” WAS INTERRUPTED IN MY CRAVEN APPEALS WHEN MR. STOCKTON GRIPPED MY HEAD TIGHT BETWEEN HIS HANDS, THE PRESSURE FROM HIS FINGERTIPS READY TO SQUEEZE MY HEAD LIKE AN ORANGE, AND WITH HIS EYES BURROWING INTO MY INNERMOST SELF, HIS 11-INCH ALPHA SHAFT PUNCTURED MY ANAL RING, REOPENED THE BEASTIAL WOUNDS, AND ANOINTED MY GUTS WITH HIS STREAMING MAN LUBE. MY BACK ARCHED, BUT NOT IN PAIN, ONLY ULTIMATE ECSTASY AS HE WOUND DEEPER THROUGH MY GUTS AND HIS BODILY FLUIDS SOOTHED ALL ACHES AND PAINS, HEALED MY WOUNDS SEEN AND UNSEEN, AND GIFTED ME WITH HIS BLESSINGS. My body was used as an extended, unholy sheath for Mr. Stockton’s dick. My eyes closed, my mind was inundated with images of bodies past, present, future, and of what could be - and what must be. That weird electric orgasmic feeling that I had gotten previously hit me like a hurricane hits the Caribbean and all reason and thought was replaced by my unbridled need for him to fuck me, use me, and breed me deeper than I had ever been taken. Time stopped, or sped up, or slowed down, I’m not really sure, but when I opened my eyes again, sweat was pouring off Mr. Stockton’s hairy body, his hands now cradle the sides of my head in a dominant lock, and his entire eyes had gone to a deeper red, almost black as he slammed raw into my offered ass again – and again – and again. Mr. Stockton stopped. His eyes slowly returned to a semi-normal state, where the whites became a dull gray and the iris became the blood red moons. His lip curled, he growled deep from his chest. I knew it was time. Our bodies drew apart, one limb untangled from the next. Mr. Stockton grabbed three pillows from the head of the bed and placed them on the side edge. I rolled over, my stomach on the pillows, my knees tucked up tight, my feet dangling over the edge, and with my arms holding the pillows tight under me I stuck my ass up and out, letting my own scents and desires lead this alpha daddy on. I was open, ready, and waiting, and Mr. Stockton slammed his mighty dick into my quivering ass and yelled loud enough to rattle the windows. His massive hands landed with a thud on either side of me as he arched his body to scrape me deep, to dig me out, and to prepare me for what was to come. AT THE MOMENT I HAD NO IDEA WHERE IT CAME FROM, BUT I YELLED, “FUCK ME LIKE THE BEAST! TAKE ME LIKE HE DID! DON’T STOP! TAKE ME!” The hot breath on my back shifted from a humid summer morning, to the gates of Hell. The deep, chested growls grew louder so that my ears hurt and thrummed within my skull. My peripheral vision caught – but did not fully process in the moment – the changing of Mr. Stockton’s hands from those of a daddy, to the clawed extremities of an alpha – which shredded the sheets and mattress beneath our writhing bodies with frightening ease and drew a trail of destruction as they pulled back. There was no tenderness now as the alpha mounted me fully. Each thrust was a forced entry designed to prepare me for what lay ahead. The swollen shaft would withdraw all the way and slam back in. Over and over in steady rhythm to ensure I would submit wholly and without reservation. I was not in pain in a bad way. Did it hurt? Fuck yes. Did I want it? Fuck yes. Did it have to be so rough? Fuck yes. The chaser in me knew that the best way to get a top’s toxic load in me was to be torn open, my insides made bloody and raw and my gut lining exposed to their venomous cum. The pup’s instinct in me told me there was more to come from my alpha and in offering myself this way, in feeling his desire and pleasure with every thrust, my own ecstasy built. ALL SUCH THOUGHTS HOWEVER COULD NOT QUITE PREPARE ME. THE ALPHA’S DICK SWELLED LONGER, THICKER, STRETCHING ME EVEN MORE. I COULD TAKE IT, I WOULD TAKE IT. HIS GROWLS AND PANTING LABORED BREATHS LET ME KNOW HE WAS GETTING CLOSE TO BREEDING ME AND I STEADIED MYSELF, HELD FIRM, AND WELCOMED THE INUNDATION AS THE BACK SIDE OF THE STORM UNLEASHED ITS DOWNPOURS. THE ORGASMIC FEELINGS I HAD EXPERIENCED EVEN EARLIER WERE NOTHING COMPARED TO HIS SEED INSIDE ME. MY STOMACH FILLED WITH HIS ALPHA SPERM AS HE DEPOSITED FAR MORE THAN ANY NORMAL MAN EVER COULD. MY GUTS BURNED AND WELCOMED HIS GIFT, AND THEN IT BEGAN. A PRESSURE FAINT AND GROWING JUST INSIDE MY ASS RING AS HIS CUM CONTINUED TO POUR FORTH FROM HIS EVIL EYE. THE PRESSURE INCREASED EVER OUTWARD, ALL WHILE HE CONTINUED TO NUTT ME. I KNEW HIS DICK WAS STILL IN ME, BUT THIS FELT LIKE A FIST HAD BEEN ADDED AS WELL. MORE AND MORE THE BASE OF HIS SHAFT SWELLED UNTIL MY ASS RING WAS STRETCHED AND PLUGGED BY AN ALPHA KNOT UNIMAGINABLY LARGE. The alpha’s pants and growls continued and I could feel his dick still pulsing deep within me, but he no longer thrusted in and out and I whispered over and over, “Thank you, thank you, thank you….” As his knot held tight, locking us together, ensuring that I was forever marked as. I knew my life had changed at the moment. Exactly how in all the little ways did not matter. What did matter was that I had found where I belonged, or I should say to whom I belonged. A bond had been created, although it was only the first step to a greater bond than I could have ever dreamed. Time flowed back to the normal tick-tock of the mantel clock. I closed my eyes, embracing the moment, not wanting it to leave me, but as with all things, that too passed. Mr. Stockton was kissing the back of my neck and I could feel his knot and shaft softening and then WHOOSH as the grip it had in my ass was released and he slid out of me followed by the backwash of what felt like a hundred fucks. Mr. Stockton tenderly reached down, lifted me up, placed me prone on the bed and as he slid his left arm under my neck and snuggled up against my wet backside, he quietly said, “We need to talk.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I picked at the shredded sheet and mattress that surrounded us, pinching remnants of them between two fingers and said, “You think?” Stay tuned for Chapter 4 – My Happy Ending

I wrote this ages ago, just found it on my computer. My First and Only Time ---------- I hate camping; I think that it is the stupidest thing ever. Why would people want to go out into the wilderness and with no bathroom, no shower, and no electricity? But despite that my Dad would insist once a year that he and I went out to this obscure little clearing in the woods which wasn't even a real campsite. We would go out pitch a tent; eat fish that he caught in the lake, and sleep on the cold hard ground. The summer before I went to college my Dad decided that we weren't just going for the weekend but that we were going to go for a full week to have some last father son bonding. We drove out to the clearing and I looked out on the far to familiar surroundings; the clearing was enclosed on three sides by trees and bordered on the lake on the fourth. There were little paths heading away from the clearing which lead to other little clearings and beaches. My Dad and I unloaded the car and started putting up the tent. "Chris, I'm going to go into town and get some stuff for the week you wanna come or hang around here?" "I'll stay here." "Alright, if you wander away make sure that you are back before dark." "Yes Dad." I watched as my Dad pulled away down the trail in the truck and disappeared from view. Fuck, I thought, what the hell am I gonna do now? The lake was clear and blue, so I decided to go down one of the trails that I remembered led to a beach about a mile away and have a swim. The path had grown over a little sense last year but I could still see it easily enough. Slowly I picked my way through the creepers and branches listening to my feet crunching leaves with every step. The sun cast dappled shadows on the ground and across the leaves like leopard spots. It took nearly twenty minutes to get to the beach; it was my favorite place in the woods. It was the one place that my Dad wouldn't go and I could get away from his endless father son bonding. It wasn't a big beach probably ten feet of rough white sand. It sloped lightly to the water and slid down to the bottom of the lake at a slow slope. There were little guppies swimming in the around in the shallows with the sun glinting off of their scales. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and pants dropping them on a fallen tree trunk. For a moment I stood looking at the water standing in just my white briefs looking out at the disserted lake. I pulled off my underpants too and left them in a heap on the beach and ran into the water, the guppies swimming away from my splashes as fast as they could. The water was cool in the warm air and I jumped up to dive into the water swimming through the shallows with my chest scraping on the sandy bottom. When I stood up again the water was up to my waist and I looked down at my reflection in the smooth water. I had played football in high school and I had gotten a scholarship to play for my university. Most of my summer so far had been spent working out to be in shape for preseason work outs when I got to school. My chest was large and broad and was reflected back to me in the water, the hair matted down with moisture. I ran a hand over my abs feeling the bumps of the muscles under the skin and hair. I was proud of my body and loved to show it off. In high school I had gotten suspended twice for streaking and that was just the times that they had caught me. I slipped back under the water and swam back to shore. Flopping down onto my back in the sand I closed my eyes listening to the birds and the wind and the lapping of the lake on the shore and fell asleep. I have no idea how long I was asleep I but I woke up there was a shadow across my face. When I opened my eyes I saw a large man standing over me. He was tall and broad and dressed in the green and kaki of a park ranger. His face was hard and square, and was staring down at me from behind my aviator sunglasses. "Son, do you know that you are lying naked in a national park?" "Um....I," I stammered. "It's alright. I'm not on duty now anyway; the only problem is that you are in my spot." "What?" "Every day at three I come here to tan. But hey I won't tell if you won't. I really don't think that the park wants its rangers to be lying around nude by the lake." I laughed nervously as he sat down on the sand a few feet away from me. "You mind if I join you?" he asked. "Um...no...I guess." "Good." He took off his hat and sunglasses, and began to unbutton his shirt. Now I have to say right now that I like girls, I had a girlfriend, I have one now, although granted not the same one. But for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of him as his shirt spread a little with each button revealing an incredibly hairy chest below. When his shirt came off I saw his massive pecks, and hard abs covered in hair. I had thought that I was hairy, and in school I had been the hairiest, but I was nothing compared to this man. He looked like some sort of wild animal. Next he took off his boots and socks, followed by his belt and lastly his shorts. He didn't wear underpants and now he sat bare assed in the sand, with his knees bent hiding his cock from me. Seeing him there naked, only a few feet away from me, I felt my cock stir. It was something that had never happened to me before; a man had never caused my cock to get hard in my life. Yet somehow this time I felt the blood pouring into my young prick. "I'm Steve by the..." he said, and then noticing my cock said, "well I guess you like what you see then." "I don't. I'm not...I'm not gay. This has never happened before." "Dude don't worry about it, getting a woody is nothing to be ashamed of." I stammered something about how embarrassing it was which he dismissed also adding, "A young buck like you, I would be suppressed if you weren't hard all the fucking time." He moved a little closer to me, scooting across the sand. "What's your name kid?" "Chris." "And how old are you Chris?" "I'm eighteen; I'll be nineteen in two months." He moved closer still. Normally I would have been uncomfortable, but for some reason with this man, in the woods next to the lake I was perfectly at ease. It was as if nothing could harm me here so why would I be worried or uncomfortable. "So you got a girl back home Chris." "Yeah, her names Amanda. Blond hair, blue eyes, huge tits," I laughed. And he smiled at me. "She put out?" It seemed like a kinda odd question, but it didn't seem to odd from him for some reason. "Sometimes, not a lot. I wish she did more." "Don't we all." "Yeah." "I can help you out with that thing if you want." I didn't know what to say to him. I just kinda stared at him for what seemed like ages. He seemed to take my silence as consent because he reached over and took my cock in his big beefy hand. I gasped. His hand was rough and hard, it felt so different then my hand or my girlfriends. Different but good. Different but great in fact. Steve began to slowly pump my cock up and down. A grown slipped past my lips as his stroking picked up speed, and I felt my eyes rolling back and my lids closing. Then I felt something warm and wet encompass the head of my cock. I looked up and saw his mouth wrapped around my cock slowly swallowing the shaft right down to the balls. It was amazing. I had never gotten head like that before, my girlfriend never wanted to even try it and when she did it was lack luster at best. But this was amazing it felt like I was in heaven. I let out a long low moan, and Steve looked up at me his eyes smiling brightly. Slowly Steve moved around so that he was positioned between my legs spreading them apart. Suddenly he swallowed and I felt my cock slip past his tonsils and down his throat, I screamed I thought that my brain was going to explode with pleasure. Sensing that I was ready to blow he pulled off, letting my cock fall from my mouth. "You ever had you hole eaten out?" "No?" "Good." With that he grabbed my ankles and pushed them up and over my hips till my knees were resting on my chest and my ass was sticking up in the air. "Mmmm...look at this nice hairy little hole." He said with a laugh before he began to lick my tight virgin hole. His tongue swept past my sphincter, swirling the thick hair that grew there, twisting it around. I screamed and moaned louder than I ever had with my girlfriend. His tongue began to probe inside me; pressing against my sphincter trying to penetrate its previously unexplored depths. It took a long while for him to work his tongue past my protesting hole but when it did it was like nothing I had ever felt. Electricity shot through my body and my balls tightened up to my body and cum rocketed from my cock spewing all over my chest getting stuck in the hair. For a few moments he continued to lap at my hole and dig deeper and deeper with his tongue until my orgasm had subsided and then he let my feet fall to the ground on either side of him. "So how'd you like having something going in your ass instead of out?" I couldn't speak I just panted and stared at him. "I thought so. How long are you gonna be here kid?" "Ten...ten days." "Ten days, good. Be here tomorrow at the same time and you'll get more than a tongue." With that he got up and got dressed. I just lay there watching him put his clothes on and then walk away into the trees in the opposite direction from my camp. For a long time I just lay there panting, cum drying on my chest. Then I noticed that the sun was getting low and I had to be back at camp before dark. I rushed to the water and cleaned off before pulling on my underpants, shorts, and shoes and sticking my shirt in my pocket and rushing off down the path to camp. The next day passed slower than any other day ever had. It felt as though the morning fishing with my Dad lasted for a year. All that I could think about was how it had felt to have Steve's tongue slipping into my ass hole, going places that nothing else ever had. I spent the entire time trying to hide my constant erection from my Dad, and every chance I got I went into the woods to jerk off. It seemed as though there was no end to the amount of cum my nuts could make. It was nearly two when my Dad and I finally put into shore again with a cooler filled with fish. My Dad set to work gutting and cleaning them, I had never been good at either task so he thought nothing of it when I told him that I was going to go exploring in the woods for a couple of hours. Looking at my watch it was nearly two thirty when I got to the clearing. For a moment I thought about leaving, what I was doing was crazy. My Dad wasn't that far away and I was having a rendezvous with another man. I must be going insane, I thought. But something in me made me stay. Perhaps it was the fact that each time I made to leave my cock would give a powerful throb and I would be over whelmed with lust for Steve. So after fifteen minutes of debate I stripped off my clothes and went for a swim. The water was a little warmer than yesterday and I swam out as far as I dared into its cool blue depths. All around me little fish flitted by and water birds meandered away from my splashing. Guessing that I must be nearly three I swam back to shore and flopped down on the sand as I had the day before and waited my cock becoming stiff as a board once again. I was lying there for only a few moments before I heard someone else come into the clearing. Looking around I saw Steve entering from the same spot he had before dressed once again in his Park Ranger uniform. There was a big smile plastered across his face and a little bit of stubble growing across his cheeks. "You came back." I nodded weakly, somehow being in his presence stole all of my words away and all I could do was stammer. "I knew that you would after how hard you came yesterday." And with that he took his hat and sunglasses off and started to unbutton his shirt exposing that amazing hairy chest which had so entranced me in the first place. Then came the boots and socks, then the belt and lastly the pants. For a moment he stood there in only his tidy whites looking down at me and then those two came off and I saw the one part of his body that I hadn't seen yesterday, the part that I had spent all morning and most of the night imagining: his cock. It was more magnificent than anything that I could have imagined. Long and thick it hung like a massive sausage growing out of a forest of thick dark pubes. It was still soft and swayed like the pendulum of a clock as he walked towards me, its head bounding against his hairy thighs. His balls bounced lightly as he walked, slung low in their thick and hairy sack. There was nothing about his body that was not the epitome of manliness. It was as though he exuded testosterone, and my cock leaked for it. "Glad to see me again then kid," he said in his deep ringing voice, "You think that you are ready for something a little bigger than a tongue?" "Look, I..eh...I don't normally do this. in fact I've never done anything like this before. But somehow I just can't stop thinking about yesterday and...well...I..." "Don't worry about it kid. If you wanna stop at any point just let me know and we can stop. Ok?" "Yeah, sure." Through this whole exchange he had been walking closer and closer to me till now he stood right next to me, his cock swinging right above my face. Slowly he knelt down in the rough sand and turned his head towards my throbbing cock. Just as he had before he engulfed it with his mouth, swallowing every last inch of my dick in one go. I felt his stubble scrape my skin and he bobbed his head up and down, his hand rolling my balls around. He had kneeling in such a way that his knees were right next to my head and between his legs was his magnificent cock. I don't know what made me do it, I still have no idea why I thought of it, but I shifted myself around so that I was not laying with my head between his knees and his cock dangling above my face. Slowly I lifted my head off of the ground and opened my mouth so that the head of his cock slipped past my lips and into my mouth. It was huge and tastes like nothing I had ever tasted before. It was strange, sweet but salty at the same time. As I breathed through my nose an aroma that I had only smelled after football practice flooded my nasal passages. It was a smell that only men can make, one that was so overwhelmingly masculine that it sent my mind spinning. He lowered his hips allowing my head to rest on the ground and keep is cock head in my mouth all the while his tongue was swirling over my cock. After a few minutes of tentative sucking on his head I reached up and grabbed the base with my left hand feeling his pubes surround my fist and began to slowly pump up and down his rapidly hardening cock. If I had thought that it was big before I had had no idea of what was to come. As I began to take his shaft into my wide stretched mouth I realized that I my hand was barely covering half of his massive tool and that so far only an inch and a half of the shaft, three if you count the head, was in my mouth. This is impossible, I thought to myself, there is no way on God's green earth that I am going to be able to get that whole thing in my mouth. Just as I was thinking this Steve pulled off of my cock and said in a soothing voice that reminded me vaguely of a teacher explaining something to a rather confused student, "Take it slow kid, when you feel it hit the back of your throat swallow and just let it go down. The trick is to never bite down and don't panic." I took a deep breath through my nose and tried to take a little bit more of his cock into my mouth. For a moment Steve shifted away from me, pulling his cock out of my mouth while he grabbed my ankles pulling them up to my shoulders just like he had the day before. Then he slid his cock back into my mouth and began to lick at my ass while I tried to suck his cock. Once more electricity began to shoot through my body as I felt his tongue slipping and sliding over my tight little pucker slicking down the hair around my hole as he went. Maybe it was the distraction of the attention that Steve was giving to my ass hole or the advice that he had given me but suddenly I felt his cock slid into my mouth, past my tonsils and into my throat. For a moment I couldn't breathe and I thought that I was gonna suffocate, but then I remember what Steve had told me and took a big breath through my nose. As soon as Steve realized that his cock had slipped into my throat he redouble his efforts on my hole getting his tongue to slip deeper and deeper while he stroked my cock with one hand and started to slowly lift his hips up away from me and then lower them back down again. It was like he was fucking my face real slowly. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered how I had gotten here, laying underneath this big hairy Park Ranger with my ass in the air and is cock in my mouth, but then I found that I didn't care why or how I just wanted it to never stop. Suddenly I felt something new happening, something different and strange. There was some sort of pressure on my hole, much more forceful than the tongue which was still flicking in and out of it. And then without any warning or anything it popped into my little virgin ass. A finger. He had put his finger in my butt. It took my brain a long time to comprehend what had just happened, and by that point Steve had his finger all the way in and had started to twist it about pulling at the walls of my ass. It didn't hurt and that was what amazed me, it felt good and that was it. There was not pain not unpleasant burning, just pleasure. I began to suck on his cock harder and harder, as Steve began to put a little more force into his thrusts and his finger picked up speed. "You ready for another?" I heard him ask from someplace far way. "God yes," is what I tried to say but it was stifled by his cock which was now lodged deeply in my throat while I sucked on it like a plugged up straw his balls swinging just a little above my face. I reached up and put my hands on his ass holding his big hairy cheeks and pulling him down to my face. I felt his hair twist around my fingers as I squeezed the muscular globes. For a moment his finger left my hole leaving me feeling a little empty as though something important was missing but after just a few seconds it returned and a second one began to work its way in too. A jolt of fire shot through me as it wriggled past my sphincter I felt my toes curl and by back arch as my exit became an entrance. It was as though my body had frozen and I couldn't move anything, for a long time I just lay there with Steve's body above me his cock deep in my mouth and his fingers buried in my ass. Then he moved, and began to twist his fingers in all direction, pulling them out and slipping them back it loosening my ass just like I used to do to my girlfriend's pussy. My body began to steadily unfreeze and I began to suck on his cock again, my toes uncurled and my back lay flat on the sand again. Steve seemed to take that as his cue to add another finger to my ass sending my body back into the same shock it had just been in, yet this time something was different. I felt a swelling in my body, it was as if a volcano was erupting and without any warning at all my cock exploded cum all over my chest. I had never cum so much in my entire life. "You wanna keep going kid or are you done for the day?" Done, why on earth would I wanna be done? I grabbed his ass cheeks harder and forced his hips down even closer to my mouth while I sucked on his cock harder than ever. "I was hoping you would say that. And well look, your cock hasn't even gone down yet. Looks like my little jock boy likes getting his ass fingered." I had thought that three fingers was a lot but then I felt the forth working its way in. It was as though Steve was determined to make my hole so big and open that it would never shrink up again. Then after one hard thrust of his cock into my throat and his fingers into by ass he pulled out of both of my holes and climbed off of me. He laid down on the ground, his cock standing up like a flag pole right next to my head. I lowered my legs back to the ground, my ass feeling open and used like I had just taken a huge shit. "Well you're all stretched out now so why don't you have a seat on my cock." I have no idea what made me do it. I really don't, perhaps if I hadn't been so fucking horned up from all of the fingering and tonguing, or if I wasn't still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm I would never have done it, but as it is I did. I stood up and squatted over his huge fat fuck stick. Slowly, very slowly I lowered myself down until I felt his spit lubed head pressing against my stretched out hole. Despite all of the fingering that Steve had did my ass was nowhere near open enough for his cock, and for a long moment I thought that it would never go in. Then all of the sudden something gave way and I felt it pop in. I screamed, my whole body shook, all of the pleasure that I had felt from the fingers was gone and was replaced by pure torturing pain. It felt as though my ass had been split in two and his cock was slowly tearing apart my ass. "Breath kid, don't forget to breath." I took three rocky breaths and felt the pain abating a little bit. Steve put his hands on my hips and held me in place, helping to support my weight so that I didn't slip and impale myself on his cock before I was ready. "Just keep breath and take more when you are ready. It's big so take your time." After what seemed like ages I felt the pain going and taking one more deep breath I settled down a little bit more taking a few inches into my ass and the pain came rushing back, but not as bad this time. I felt a little bit less like my body was going to split in two and some where underneath the waves of pain was a little bit of pleasure. Again I started to breath, waiting for my ass to adjust to its new occupant. When it had I took a little bit more of his cock, and then a little bit more till the whole thing was nestled deep within my ass. For a long time I just sat there, my legs spread wide, my chest heaving and my eyes closed with Steve's massive cock embedded in my ass and his pubes tickling my crack. Steve smiled at me, looking up and down my body as sweat poured down my body and my cock throbbed, oozing precum onto his chest. "When you are ready try to push yourself back up and then slide back down. " "So fuck myself on your cock," I said my voice soft and shaky in an attempt at humor. "Yeah." I felt him pulling me up by my hips, his cock retreating from my ass. He lifted me until only the head remained in my ass, letting me rest there for a moment before he began to push me back down at the same slow and gentle pace. For the first few times it still hurt like a mother fucker, fire flowing through my body, but slowly the pain began to give way and waves of pleasure began to crash against my brain with each fall back down his cock. Soon I was riding it up and down up and down, using my knees to life me up and down as he thrust his hips up into my hole. Low groans escaped his lips and I bounced myself on his cock. Looking down at his, his hairy chest heaving, his head tossed back and his arms controlling my bouncing I realized that this must be how my girlfriend had seen me when we fucked. Just the thought of my being in the same position as Amanda had been made a big drop of precum plop from my cock into Steve's stomach hair. I was a woman in that moment, I was getting fucked in my pussy by a huge cock. Without warning Steve pulled me all the way down his cock and then knocked me backwards so that I lay on my back not and he was on top of me with my legs spread out to the sides wider than I had ever thought they would. I really was a woman, my legs were spread wide like own and a massive cock was embedded deep within in my cunt. Steve began to fuck me harder and harder and the air was soon filled with soft whimpering moans which at first I didn't realize were coming from me. His cock banged against my prostate sending pulses of joy through my body and his hairy chest scrapped against mine as he shifted back and forth. Then he did something that I had never expected him to do. He kissed me. His tongue probed deep into my mouth the taste of my ass still lingering on his lips. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his back holding him close to me while he continued to pound my ass to pieces. When he broke away from the kiss he said in a soft whisper in my ear, "When I pull out stand up. I'm gonna fuck you silly." Then suddenly his cock was gone, he had pulled it from my ass and I was left alone with an empty gaping hole where I longed for his cock to be. Steve stood up, and offered me his hand to pull me from the ground. When I was standing he pulled me close into my arms and backed me into a tree. The bark was rough against my skin, but that little bit of pain was worth it for what was about to happen. Steve grabbed my right leg and lifted it up as high as he could get it exposing my hole to him again. This time his cock slipped in easily and without protest, after just a second his cock was ball deep in my ass. Then he grabbed my other leg and lifted it up too so that both of my legs were wrapped around his waist and I was holding onto his shoulder for dear life. He pulled me away from the tree, leaning back to that I was held up in his arms with his cock stuffed deep in my ass. His hands held firmly to my ass and began to bounce me up and down on his cock each time slamming it back into me gravity forcing it up into me. I was screaming again, long wailing screams that shook through my entire body and exploded out of my mouth. That seemed to encourage Steve even more because he began to buck me higher and higher each time till I was afraid that his cock would slip from my ass or that I would fall to the ground. I hadn't noticed that he was walking around while he was fucking me and that now my back was to a tree stump which had been cut off at just about waist height. So it was quite a surprise when I felt my ass brush against the wood as he sat me down and pulled out. No sooner had I settled onto the stump than he slid me off of it again and turned me around so that my back was pressed into his chest and his cock was again working its way into my hole. With one hand resting on my chest and the other stroking my still dripping cock he began to slam into my ass harder than he had yet. I could tell that he was getting close, it wouldn't be long now. Then all of a sudden I felt his cock swell inside of my ass, his nuts tighten up and the ribbons of cum rocketing into my hole. He seemed to cum for hours, filling me up so much that I thought it would start to come out my mouth. That sent me over the edge too, and I began to launch my second load all over the sand in front of me. When we had both stopped cuming he turned my head to his and kissed me with his now softening penis sill stuffed up my ass. Then he pulled out and let his cum ooze from my hole as he backed away. Slowly he got dressed, and looked back at me. "I'll be here tomorrow, and I understand if that was a lot for you and if you don't come back again I won't be offended or anything." With that he left. I stood for a long time looking down the trail after him with his cum dripping steadily from my battered ass hole. Then seeing that it was getting late I jumped in the lake real quick to wash the cum and sweat from my body and got dressed. When I got back my father had long sense finished with the fish and was now cooking them. We sat together that evening and talked about nothing and then went to bed. I did end up going back the next day and every day until we left. Steve had me taking his cock with just some spit by the time that my last day came around, and then we left. I never saw Steve again, nor do I really intend to. I have never been with another guy sense and it's been nearly four years, but I do have a big thick dildo in my closet and every night when I jack off before bed I stuff it up my hole and ride it thinking of Steve and the beach and how I learned to ride a big man cock.

Sling What is it about a sling that is so great? Hard to decide, too many good points. 1. Puts the boy's ass at cock height. 2. No knee or ass burns for either guy. 3. Less work, you just stand there and move the boy on your cock, saves energy, you fuck longer/better. 4. Boy's legs don't get tired, they are held up by straps or chains, he can just lay there and enjoy that piston in his ass. 5. Boy's head is also at suck level. Dad can get his cock sucked between fucks, or the next top can be sucked up hard while the present fucker plants his load. 6. Deeper fuck action by moving boy in sling as you fuck into him. 7. Cum drips out onto floor mat, not onto sheets. 8. Easy to insert dildo to keep your place while you go fetch a beer. 9. Pictures easily made, plenty of camera angles to show all the action. 10. Boy can't get away. Jerry RawTopDad@AOL.com 4/12/2000

I had just gotten engaged to my girlfriend of three years and we were on our way to spend the weekend with her father at his place by the lake. It was winter, but the cabin was fully equipped for the season, having a full kitchen, hot tub and fireplace. She had taken me there when we first started dating and I loved the place. My fiancée was a doctor at a local hospital in the city so I followed her in my own car, just in case she was paged and had to leave. We arrived around 6:00 PM and her Dad was already there. We made the usual introduction and he told me I could start calling him Dad since I was almost family. The fiancée and I set our things in the bedroom and did some heavy petting which left my cock hard and dripping. I was always horny and she didn’t help. I was worried my bulge would be noticeable when we went down stairs, and sure enough, I thought I saw her father eyeing my crotch and found myself slightly flattered. I knew he had divorced her mother because he came out and I always liked attention. Well, everything was going great: Dad had brought a nice salmon and we had a great salad, but sadly half-way through the dinner my fiancée got a page and had to head to the hospital. One of her transplant clients received the go ahead and she had to go back. Telling me not to waste the weekend, she suggested I take the time to get to know my future father in law. Dad smiled, gave his daughter a quick kiss, and she ran out the door. We sat back down and finished dinner and then he passed me a scotch neat and a cigar. It was great. The country, the cigar, the scotch. I could only think of one thing that would make it better, but the prospects of a blow job had run out the door a couple of hours ago. “I know, let’s take these out to the hot tub,” Dad suggested as he set his cigar in the ash tray and his drink on the coffee table, stripping right there in the living room. I never really look at guys in the locker room but he was very impressive: a thick pelt of grey fur covered some impressive pecs and a flat stomach, below which hung an very impressive seven inch uncut cock. Feeling slightly self conscious, I blushed a bit and looked away. “Hehehe no reason to be shy, Son. It's just the two of us now and there are no neighbors for miles around. Come on. Let's enjoy the great outdoors like God intended and soak in the tub. Grab the bottle and two more cigars and meet me out there once you're ready." As he turned away I noticed a small scorpion tattoo on his back thigh. I was a bit surprised as my sense was few of his generation had tattoos, but I still I liked it on him. In any event, following his orders, I sheepishly striped down. My body was much less furry than his, and my cock measured in at six inches, so it occurred to me I could be his son. Grabbing the Glenfiddich and two more cigar I timidly walked across the room and stepped outdoors. My cock shrank even smaller in the cold air, even as I pranced and jogged to the tub. Hoping in, I yelped a bit at the temperature change. My footing went a bit and I half sat on Dad as I landed my seat. “Easy Son, don’t spill the liquor or ruin those cigars, hehehe.” We continued chat and drinking for a bit. The scotch relaxed me, and the cigars were excellent. My thoughts must have wandered a bit to where my fiancée and I had left off, 'cause I found myself getting hard under the bubbles made by the water. In an effort to relax, I stretched my legs out a bit and hit the legs of my soon-to-be father in law. “Sorry.” “Not a problem. I'll even give ya a bit of a massage.” Before I could say anything his hand started working my foot and a sigh escaped my lips. His big hands worked the soles of my feet, and I felt everything relax body, as pleasant, but the most odd sensations traveling up my legs. Dad's attentions were, most oddly, not doing anything to help my erection. Dad put one foot down, and positioning himself between my legs, took-up my other leg, so my legs were now spread and my body half floating in the water as he did magic on my feet. He clearly knew what he was doing, and for the first time I understood why women love foot massages. It was amazing. His hands started massaging up my legs, first working up my calves and then up further, massaging the tops of my thighs, digging deep into the muscles. His thumbs grazed my balls and my eyes shot open. I tried to sit up but all I did was lock my legs around his back, which caused the two of us to slide up against each other. I stared into his eyes and felt my cock throb against his furry body. The water bobbed me slowly up and down, and I could feel his hard cock just touching between my ass. His hands moved around behind my back and I was mesmerized, staring into his eyes as he pulled me forward and kissed me. Instinctively I kissed back, pulling him against me, chest to chest, moaning with pleasure. I had never felt a man before and it was amazing. His rough hands grabbed my ass and started teasing my hole. The calloused fingers pushing into me and scraping me, working my virgin hole open. I knew what he wanted, and just as I got accustomed to his fingers, he pulled me hard down on his cock. My scream echoed out into the night for a split second before his mouth was covering mine, eating my pain as he ignited my passion. His thrusts started slowly and I whimpered with each tug and pull as he forced his monster into my ass. Soon it hurt less and less, and within less than a minute or so the pain turned into pleasure. Instinctively I found myself working with him, meeting each of his thrusts and sliding back as he withdrew. My cock was rock hard as the water was splashed around. The he pulled off me for a moment and looked again into my eyes. His cock stopped moving in my ass and he just held me there. I could feel his heart beat through his cock . “You want to breed you Son? You want my dirty Daddy seed in you?” “Yes, please whatever you want just keep fucking me.” “Did my daughter ever tell you the reason why her mother really left?” “Well, I figure it was because of what we are doing right now,” I chuckled "Well, yes,” he replied, smiling, "but also because I'm poz, and with my raw cock in your ass, if I shoot in you you’re most likely going to be knocked up. Made into my poz son and carry the same virus. Is that what you want?" I had no words. Here I was a virgin to gay sex let alone poz gay sex. The only thought in my head was I did not want him to stop. As an answer to his question I began rocking back and forth on his cock. “Oh thank you Son that feel so good. It has been so long. Plus I already shot in you once so it was kind of a moot point. Here some the second load son. Be my boy forever” This time I felt it: a deep throbbing as his cock grew bigger and bigger, pulsing in my hole. His cum felt like a tongue deep in my ass licking the walls and making them wet. Just after he shot, his hand grabbed my dick and pumped me furiously. My last neg load shot over my head. As I came down from my orgasm, my hole sore and throbbing, his cock still buried in my ass. Catching my breath, I looked into his eyes and said one word: "More."

Hi, its Will here, not Jake. I thought you guys might like to hear about some fun Jake and I had about six months after he moved in with me here in Amsterdam. Given Jake's experience, I thought I'd post this under a different topic. It was a Tuesday night and we went out to the bars for some fun, as we do every night. Tuesday was the quietest of the week but we always enjoyed ourselves. We started with the local raunchy bar only two minutes walk from our apartment. Jake has described it in an earlier blog. Jake had been in the cellar about 15 minutes whilst I stood drinking a beer and checking out the men. I knew him well and he'd already have been bred by several raw cocks and his ass muscles would be currently milking a cock empty of its seed. I heard the bar door close and looked across to see who had entered. I was impressed in a second. He was about 30, perhaps six foot, very broad and exceptionally handsome with dark hair. After his eyes adjusted to the subdued lighting and he got his bearings, he walked over to the bar counter. From my position, I could see his side, giving me the opportunity to check his rear. His legs were very thick but his ass was to die for. It was big, looked rock hard and stuck way out. Staring, I felt my cock hardening and thought I'd love to breed it. After receiving his beer, the guy turned around and began checking out the bar and the other men. I'm not shy and don't hesitate for a second when I see something I want, so when he looked in my direction, I gave him the best smile I could manage. He reciprocated showing the most beautiful set of white teeth I think I had ever seen. His lips were plump and his mouth wide. His smile lit up his whole face and his eyes twinkled. I knew that many Hollywood A listers would be extremely jealous of his handsome face, smile and teeth. Before his smile had even ended I was walking over to him. I introduced myself and he spoke English saying his name was Zac. Not having seen him before, I asked if he was visiting Amsterdam on a vacation or for work. Zac explained that he had arrived earlier in the day for a six night vacation. He was staying in a hotel near the train station only five minutes walk away. We chatted for a bit about his sightseeing plans and I gave him some tips and other places to visit. I wanted to get the conversation onto more interesting subjects, at least for me, so I asked if he had a boy friend and if so was he here with him. A fleeting look of hurt flashed across Zac's face before he explained that eight months ago he had split with a boy friend of 11 years. He said the boy friend was his only sexual partner even to this day. Guys, I was amazed and shocked. I resisted temptation to ask why they had split after so many years, but Zac went on to tell me the details anyway. Clearly he must have felt it therapeutic to tell a stranger in another country, who he was not going to see again. He explained that he was always the top and one day he was diagnosed with Chlamydia. After a heated confrontation, the boy friend admitted that for two years he had visited adult book stores, three of four times a week, where he had let men raw fuck him. Zac asked me what sane guy barebacks anyone but his partner. Given my interests, I decided to assume the question was rhetoric and didn't answer. Zac went on to say they had spit immediately but it had left him with some issues, one of which was serious. I wondered what that was, but he didn't elaborate. I said how sorry I was to hear what had happened and put on what I hoped was an understanding face. Whilst hearing the story, I thought that the boy friend sounded just my type. My cock was like a rock inside my boxer briefs which I could feel were now soaked with pre seed. I knew I wanted in Zac's ass bareback so badly. Changing the subject, I told Zac that I had a boy friend of eight months and he would be joining me shortly. For a second Zac's face showed disappointment but he went on to say that's great. I was pleased by his initial disappointment as it revealed he was interested. Taking a chance, I went on to say that we sometimes did three ways. As you guys know, it was a huge understatement as every evening Jake and I fuck raw with other men. During the afternoons when I am at work, Jake visits the bars and raw fucks with even more. I watched Zac closely and he was shocked, but I also saw a flash of sexual curiosity pass in his eyes. From my observation of him, I knew that Zac was one of those guys whose faces showed whatever emotion they were thinking, even if it was subconscious. My boner was trapped and uncomfortable and I needed to adjust it in my boxers. I wasn't discreet about doing so. Zac noticed and his face blushed scarlet when he saw I had caught him looking. His bashfulness was even more of a turn on to me. We chatted for another 10 minutes or so about nonsense (I think in English you call it short or small talk). Over Zac's shoulders, I saw Jake emerge from the cellar exit. He hesitated briefly when he saw me talking to someone but then walked towards us with a raunchy grin. I introduced them, but for a long second or two, Zac was stunned by Jake's appearance. As you know, Jake is just short of five feet. He has the most beautiful innocent face and brown eyes. His hair is ash blonde but since we first met, he has let it grow out of the buzz cut he had. His new locks make him look even more angelic than ever. When Zac recovered, he shook Jake's hand. Zac asked if he could get us a drink. We thanked him and both asked for beers. Zac leaned towards me and quietly asked “is Jake old enough to drink alcohol as its 21yo in his country?”. Truthfully, I said “sure don't worry about it. He's 18yo and the bar staff no longer ask to see his ID”. He turned around and walked to the bar counter. Very quickly, I told Jake what Zac had said about his break up and that it had led to a serious issue. I said that I was going to ask him to come back to our place. I told him not to repeat what I had said and in view of Zac's bareback comment and lack of sexual experience, not to tell him about our interests. Jake's innocent little face lit up with an evil grin of lust. Jake and I have never barebacked anyone against their will. There are many occasions when guys have refused bareback and that has been the end of the matter and it would be with Zac, if he didn't consent. Before Zac came back from the bar counter, Jake told me that three men had raw fucked him in the cellar but only the last one had shot. He said that going by the way the cock had throbbed it had been a good sized load of seed. Natural lube for Zac's raw cock I hoped. After Zac returned with our beers we chatted for maybe an hour. During that time Jake and I were sexually flirting like mad. I would keep rubbing and adjusting my bone. Jake would rub his nipples and lick his lips when glancing at Zac's crotch. From my left, I could see the side of Jake's ass which was showing two inches of ass crack. As you know he has a very small ass, it is a bubble, sticks out and when touched is firm. To show it off, I like Jake to wear low cut pants that show both the shape of his ass and two or more inches of crack. Given his small body size, he can't get pants like these in stores so I have a gay tailor, another barebacker as it happens, to make them for him. They are always made from ultra thin material and cut tight to hug and emphasise his ass shape perfectly. That tailor is a perv as he's often got Jake at his place for measurement and fittings lol. Never using underwear, but always wearing short tight shirts, Jake's ass crack is always exposed when we go cruising. It gets him lots of raw cock I can tell you. Many times I have thought about having the words “raw fuck only” tattooed immediately above Jake's ass crack. Jake and I are sexually intimate with a barebacking tattooist infamous for the tattoos he does for barebackers. He has one himself just about his crotch with the word PROUD. I knew he'd be boned the entire time he inked Jake's ass. There would be no charge because he'd probably have his PA'd raw cock deep inside Jake during the entire procedure. So far I have decided against it as it would cancel out the innocent look that Jake has and would put off guys like Zac. As a half way measure, I sometimes use a permanent marker to write some raunchy words above his crack. Zac looked so many times at the other side of Jake's ass and I knew he'd be able to see the same two inches of ass crack. Zac's face cheeks were flushed during most of the chat. After an hour I'd had enough chat and wanted to fuck, so I asked Zac if he would like to come back to our apartment for a coffee or another beer. He hesitated. Before he could think of an excuse to say no, I said we lived only two minutes walk from the bar and on the way to his hotel. I said there was no commitment to do anything but we could continue our chat where it wasn't so noisy. He agreed to do so. My cock throbbed in anticipation of the fun Jake and I intended. Arriving home, I got us some more beers. I sat next to Zac on the sofa and Jake sat opposite him on the chair. I wondered how to start the fun Jake and I wanted, given Zac's comments about bareback and his lack of sexual experience, other than with his one boy friend. I had left the heating on when we left for the bar so the apartment was hot. I was sweating and it gave me an idea. Catching Jake's eye, I discreetly touched my own shirt and pants. He got the idea. Suddenly standing up, Jake said how hot he was and he was going to strip to cool off. He looked at Zac saying, “I hope you don't mind”. What could Zac say as it wasn't his place after all? Jake lifted his shirt and when it was over his head, I head Zac say “FUCK” under his breath as he stared at Jake's 27inch waist, tight small torso, little pink nipples and hairless pits. Next, Jake took off his sneakers before pulling off his pants. He bent over to tidy his clothes but I knew it was just a performance to show Zac his back and ass. To this day, I can't see or breed his ass often enough. It's a small bubble that is perfectly proportioned to his body. Sitting back on the chair Jake had his legs wide open and his cock pointed to his chin Without knowing he had, Zac again repeated “FUCK” under his breath. His eyes were popping out as he now stared at Jake's lower waist, smooth nuts and crotch as well as his rock hard cock. As you know, Jake has a 7 inch uncut cock that looks huge next to his small frame. He is naturally smooth and since we met, has kept his pits and crotch hair free meaning the only hair is on his head. I looked at Zac who had a very presentable tent in his loose fitting pants. I got up and turned on the TV and DVD. As there was already a disk in the player, the TV showed a guy getting barebacked with another dozen or so guys encouraging them. Had Zac not been able to take his eyes off Jake, he might have noticed that it was Jake on the DVD getting roughly bred by a rather gaunt looking 60 year old, tattooed guy with a thick cock. It was from the first bareback orgy I took Jake to and that he has promised to tell you about. On the way back to the sofa, I opened a drawer and removed two bottles of extra strong poppers I have heard are only available here in Amsterdam. I could hear the verbal from the DVD and guys were telling the top to breed him, to give him everything he had so he'd remember this night for ever. The atmosphere was electric with sexual tension. Whilst sitting down, I told Jake to come over and kiss Zac. He did so and sat on Zac's knees, face to face. Ever so gently, Jake kissed Zac's full lips. I saw Jake's tongue come out, push between those lips and into Zac's mouth. Almost in unison we all sighed in pleasure. I held the poppers up to first Zac and then Jake's nostrils telling them to exhale and then breath in the fumes several times. Their necks and faces flushed with blood and their gentle kissing turned wild. I could see Jake forcing open Zac's mouth. In seconds they has lost themselves, the only thing they were aware of was the sensation of lips against lips, their tongues thrusting against tongue and exploring each other mouths. I knew that at least in Jake's head, they had become one person connected by mouths in just the same way as a raw cock in ass connected two men, making them one. After feeding them more poppers, I leaned over and made it a three way open mouthed snog. Jake and I forced more and more saliva into Zac's mouth so he had to swallow it. We sucked and swallowed Zac's saliva. Our DNA was being taking into each other, to be part of our bodies for ever. Zac pulled his mouth away and looking at Jake he said “are you sure you're 18yo”. Given Jake's height and body size, I could understand Zac's caution as neither Jake or I are into underage guys or guys who are! Not just because its illegal, but it's sick as fuck! Jake looked at Zac saying he was 18 and Zac could see his passport if he wanted assurance. I got up, retrieved the passport and showed it to Zac who relieved, resumed kissing Jake again with long, dirty snogs. Whilst they were sucking and swallowing each other's saliva. I stood up and took my clothes off. When Zac saw my cock, he stopped kissing Jake and said “fuck me, it's huge”. I thought don't worry I'm going to raw fuck and breed you even though you're a top. As you know, my cock is 10 inches uncut and 7inches thick. The mushroom head is wider at 8inches, more so if really turned on. Thick pulsing veins run down the entire shaft. My bull nuts are big, heavy and hang real low. I can hear you guys thinking how lucky I am to be gifted like that. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change a thing, but the weight of my nuts and cock, even when unboned can ache like fuck. Lots of the time I have to wear jocks to support the weight. Lastly, my piss slit produces a constant stream of pre seed from the second I see someone I want. It flows from the cock head like a faucet and increases in speed if I'm about to, or actually having fun with someone. It feels like a very slow piss stream does when going through your cock head. Some guys have been repulsed by the volume of pre seed but it serves me well. I rarely need artificial lube to fuck ass, despite my size. My cock pumps more pre seed into ass than most guys do when they shoot. My full blown seed is equally voluminous but most guys don't get to see that as I fuck it deep. Needless to say, the pre seed was hanging six inches from the head when I pulled down my pants and exposed my cock to Zac. I told Jake to get on the floor between Zac's legs and suck his cock. He did so then opened Zac's fly, pulled down his boxers to expose his cock and balls. His boned cock was about 7 or 7.5cut, and it was a wedge that gets wider until it reached his nuts which were full and hairy. There was no sign of pre seed to my disappointment and I knew Jake would feel the same. Jake groaned when he saw the cock and I knew he'd be imagining it in his ass, raw and pumping seed. Whilst all this was going on I kept them both flying with poppers. Taking hold of the cock, as if it would break, Jake gently kissed the head, before kissing every inch of the shaft. I knew that, if only temporarily, Jake loved that cock with every cell in his body. Next he cupped Zac's nuts feeling their weight and plumpness before kissing firstly the left then right one. I knew from experience he'd be thinking about the seed they contained that would soon be transferred into his body via Zac's cock. Jake then licked up the shaft and his tongue flicked around Zac's cock head. Jake took the head into his mouth and sucked gently at first but then with increasing pressure. He lowered his head and gagged when Zac's cock head went passed the back of his mouth and down his throat. He worked the entire cock with his mouth and throat muscles. While he was doing this, I took Zac's left hand and placed it onto my cock. We both moaned at the touch. In seconds, the back of Zac's hand and all his fingers were covered in my pre seed. Like most guys, his hand wasn't big enough to fully grip the shaft. He used the pre seed to slide his hand up and down my entire length, but his hand kept going back to the head as if amazed by the size. I could hear that Zac was getting close, as did Jake. The last thing we wanted was for him to shoot before we were had had our fun. To slow things down, I told Zac to stand up and take his clothes off so that Jake could get to his cock better. My request was only partly true as I was desperate to see Zac's body, especially the ass that looked so good in the pants. He stood up and first took off his shirt and then let his pants drop to the floor. This time it was Jake and I that stared and moaned at the sight. His body was stunning to say the least and matched his exceptional looks. Zac had the classic masculine V shape. His wide muscled shoulders narrowed down to what looked like a 32inch waist. He body was lean but rippled with muscles in all the right places. From his crotch, a treasure trail of fine soft hair led up past a tight washboard stomach to spread out across his chest meeting plump protruding nipples. I told him to turn around so that we could see his back. Like his front, he was of course V shaped but it was his ass that caused Jake and I to stare, then look at each other. It was big guys. The arch of his back went in and his ass stuck way out like a mantle piece does over a fireplace. Each cheek was huge in itself and when I touched them, they were as hard as concrete. I thought this guy must cycle for hours every day or do some other exercise to keep them that rock hard. His legs were mildly hairy but his ass and back was smooth. Jake knows how I feel and isn't upset by it, but I especially like masculine bodies like Zac's. Don't get me wrong, Jake's body will make my cock bone in one second but bodies like Zac's do it for me, big time. I felt my pre seed stream increase at the thought of parting Zac's rock hard cheeks and fucking into his ass hole. I told Zac to bend over in front of Jake who immediately pushed his face between the cheeks. I knew when Jake's mouth and tongue had found Zac's ass ring as he began groaning in pleasure. I fed him several lung fulls of poppers as Jake ate. Meanwhile, my fingers were collecting my pre seed. At first I rubbed it all over Zac's face. Then I took big dollops of it and rubbed it firmly into his gums and his tongue. There was so much of it he had to swallow. When Jake was finished eating, Zac sat back down. Without any prompting, Jake sat back on Zac as he had earlier. This time there were no clothes to spoil the skin on skin sensation. I gave Jake a bottle of poppers and my eyes told him the real fun was to begin and to keep Zac and himself poppered up. They began deep snogging again and I got on my knees between Zac's legs. I was met with the most beautiful sight. Zac's cock was through Jake's legs. As it was so hard, it had forced open his tiny little ass cheeks and the head was only an inch from the entrance to Jake's ass. It was as if Zac's cock had a mind of its own and was ignoring Zac's safe fuck thoughts. It was seeking its natural, predestined, raw entry into ass, then to breed its seed into the body for ever. Something it had so badly missed for too long. I was positive that the cock would win over the head. I knew that Zac was shy and inexperienced which I assumed was why as a top he'd not taken an active part in the fun. Taking hold of his hands I pulled them around Jake's waist and onto his cheeks. He moaned as he felt them. I took his finger and put it into Jake's ass. Both of them moaned in pleasure this time. Now his hands never left Jake's cheeks and he held on firmly. I leaned forward holding my cock head over Zac's cock for the few seconds it took to thoroughly soak the entire head and shaft, as well as Jake's ass entrance. I massaged yet more pre seed into Zac's cock paying close attention to the head and piss slit. I didn't bother pushing any into Jake as I knew the seed from the guy in the bar cellar earlier in the night would provide all the lube needed. I took hold of the cock and edged it closer and closer to Jake's anticipating ass entrance. Finally it connected and both of them trembled. That was the signal for Jake who inhaled a lung full of poppers before getting Zac to take even more. When they were both flying, Jake slowly sat down on to the head of Zac's raw cock. I watched as Jake's ass ring slowly expanded as he bore down on to the cock head. Slowly, Jake's ass hole enveloped the head and all of a sudden, the head popped in and became invisible to me. Now I moaned at the sight of Jake and Zac connected as one person. Jake continued his slow slide down Zac's cock. The wedged shape cock opening Jake further and further until he had taken it all. Now I could only see balls against Jake's ass. As he held still, Jake's ass cheeks began clenching and I knew he was using his ass muscles to massage Zac's cock and milk it if there was now some pre seed. I was stroking my cock like fuck. I looked across Jake's shoulders to see that Zac had his eyes closed and his face was conflicted, contorting by the second from pleasure to guilt. Jake slowly lifted himself up and back down, fucking his own ass with Zac's raw cock. Getting faster, he bobbed up and down on that raw cock more and more firmly but taking care not to let the head pop out. I knew he'd be thinking that might be the trigger for Zac to put a stop to it as he had surely seen how conflicted he was. After twenty or so thrusts, and without any warning Zac suddenly lifted Jake off his cock saying not without a condom. Truthfully, I said that we didn't have any. I was 36yo and for 20 years had never used one, nor had Jake since I introduced him to sex with men. To our frustration, Zac leaned over, fished into his pocket and produced a condom. I thought, shit. He rolled it onto his cock as I sat on the sofa next to Zac and facing Jake. I had no desire to see a wrapped cock enter and fuck Jake. I could see Jake was disappointed but my eyes told him to just go with it for the time being. Zac pulled Jake back down onto his cock and proceeded to fuck him. Listening for any sign of Zac getting close to shooting, in which case I would have done something to halt it, I watched for a minute or two as they fucked. Not being able to stand it any more, I told Jake to get up and lay on the sofa with his ass over the edge. Zac got on his knees putting Jake's ankles over his shoulders. I got behind Zac. I looked at Jake and my eyes told him now was the time. He fed Zac lung fulls of poppers as I forced my raw cock through those amazing rock hard cheeks until the head was nuzzling his ass entrance and hopefully injecting pre seed. Whilst Zac was still flying, I took hold of the condom and ripped it off his cock before throwing it onto Jake's stomach for them both to see. After grabbing hold of his cock, I lined it up with Jake's ass entrance. Using the weight of my body and the pressure of my cock head at Zac's ass, I pushed him into Jake until he was buried balls deep. Jake yelled yeaahhhh and started pulling Zac's nipples. Zac said “No not without a condom”. I replied with shush shush. I took hold of Zac's waist and slowly pulled him back. Then I pushed him forward again. This happened for maybe six or seven thrusts into Jake's ass, before Zac yelled “no it's too dangerous for him”. Again I replied sshh sshh. As I continued to push and pull Zac, I looked across his shoulders to Jake. His eyes had turned from the normal brown color to black orbs, having dilated fully with the excitement of the moment. I released the pressure slightly and my cock throbbed as I realised that Zac had taken over and was slowly fucking into Jake. I lifted my hands to show Jake that Zac was fucking all by himself. As the thrusts got firmer and faster, the verbal from Jake and I began. Jake shouted, all sorts of disgusting demands, for it harder, deeper and begging Zac to shoot and seed him. I whispered into Zac's ear, but loud enough for Jake to hear. I was saying: Feel how warm and good your raw cock feels inside Jake's ass His ass feels like silk doesn't it Raw fucking is what your cock wants Its so wet because a guy raw fucked Jake in the bar cellar when we first started chatting tonight Fuck that guy's seed into Jake's ass walls, get it down your piss slit Give him your seed, make it part of him forever. Jake continued yelling and begging whilst Zac whimpered in guilty pleasure. Gradually his breathing got faster and faster as his thrusts got harder. He was now pulling completely out of Jake before ploughing back in hard, mean thrusts, balls deep. All three of us knew how close he was to flooding Jake's ass. I said that after he shot inside, I was going to raw fuck his load even deeper into Jake so that it would never seep out and be part of him forever. I told him to give Jake everything he had. That was it. Zac yelled at the top of his voice “I'm shooting”. I looked down, watching and feeling Zac's balls pulse and lift again and again as they emptied themselves through his cock into Jake. When finished, he fell onto Jake's stomach and chest, struggling to get his breath. Jake lifted Zac's head, whispered thanks then proceeded to kiss him. Jake later told me that Zac's face was again contorted with blissful pleasure and guilt at what he had done. After Zac got his breath back, he pulled out of Jake and sat next to him on the sofa. Jake leaned over and lovingly cleaned Zac's now softening cock. I said, “Zac bend over and watch”. After he did so, I placed my cock between Jake's legs and rested it onto his stomach. I put Zac's finger on to Jake's stomach where my cock slit ended and said “look how far my cock is going to go inside him when I get balls deep”. Zac looked amazed, as if it was impossible to get so far into Jake's torso. I wasted no time lining my cock up to Jake's ass entrance. I slowly pushed in, expanding Jake's ass hole much wider than the last 15 minutes. Zac stared incredulously as he watched my raw cock head pop inside and disappear into Jake, followed by the rest of my 10inch cock. I could feel the wetness of seed in Jake's ass surrounding my cock. I fucked Jake mercilessly, ramming Zac's seed hard into his ass walls. Jake was yelling with pain but still begged for it harder, which of course he got. After five minutes or so, I slowly pulled out without having bred Jake. My seed tonight was intended for another ass, that had never taken any cock or seed before, but soon would do so. I got up and told Jake and Zac to clean my cock with their tongues. Both did so until they had tasted both loads. I hope you guys enjoyed this. If enough of you tell us you want the rest of the story, I will write it up. Will

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.

Took a load from a latin top off BBRT. The one time it's not flaky. 99.9% just meth heads and flakes but this guy actually wanted to have sex. Came over on his way to work I was prelubed, just slid in and pounded till he dumped. http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Latin-Top-Hookup-28056071

Roguematrix your writing is incredible! Love all your stories and can't wait for the next chapter!

Smooth young btm boy in a really sleazy mood today and keen to be filled with cum. Tonight you'll find me in the sling at Boltz sex club from about midnight, wearing a red hood/blindfold. Taking ALL LOADS, completely anon, no questions asked. No pulling out, no talking, no foreplay - just show up and breed my ass! Not into fucking? Just shoot your load over my hole so the next guy can fuck it in. Tonight only (16/04/16). Keen to be filled with cum.

First time I was fucked was by my 15 year old uncle when I was 11 or 12.

I love black dom tops fucking white boys. probably the bet porn there is in my mind. I love watching huge hung black tops rape little white skinny boys with tiny dicks. I love the contrast. Watching a little white boy scared and in pain as a cock the size of his arm is shoved up his boy pussy is so fucking hot. I love to hear them degrade the boy as they fuck him, and then see his ruined hole as each cock pulls out.

have a "blast" tonight! or ten

was approached by a mexican guy at my job that always watches me. he's always grabbing his "junk", which i always notice is hard. we went into a work store room where I was made to get on my knees and give him head. His dick was extremely hairy and extremely sweaty. I licked his sweaty nut sack as well-tried to lick his ass hole(which i might add smelled very musty), but was then pulled up by him and my pants pulled down and then with no condom-he shoved his "thick" dick(that had a lot of pre-cum oozing out the head) up my hole(it hurt like fucking hell) and he held on to my hips and drilled me in my hole for at least five minutes and felt his cum blast in me. One thing that turned me on was how after he had screwed me and zipped up, he then called me a "puta" and walked away. now whenever i see him and his mexican buddies, they all grab their crotches at me and whistle and call me a "puta". i love it.

Beautiful raw interracial fuck... http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/i-Love-Huge-Black-Cock-3-24-15-full-version-28016171

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.

4. Time seemed to draw on forever, my hole clenched the spasms shocked through my cock, I twitched moaned and drooled as my ass was worked out and sweat dripped from my body. Finally I heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. It was Doc thank god and he was talking on a cell phone “Yup just coming back to him now here see for yourself” He pointed the phone at me and there was Daddy on a vid chat window looking down at my shaved body as I panted and groaned. Watching the precum steadily drip on my now completely coated waist. “He is looking good and seems to be enjoying it. Give him some water and feel free to move on to the next step” “Will do” replied Doc and he hung up the phone. With that he came over and the spasms stopped, the butt plug was gently removed from my hole. A moan escaped my lips that even to me sounded plaintive. My hole felt empty and hungry and the Doc looked down with a glint of longing in his eyes. His cock was rock hard and he began to slide it in my hole. Sighing with pleasure as he sank his whole length deep into me. My body arched and I threw me head back, welcoming the filling of my hole and making me feel complete. His thrust become hard and harder. He grabbed a small brown bottle from the cart next to the table unscrewed it and brought it up to his nose breathing deep. He brought the bottle eot my left nostril and stared at me, a slight nod of his head and I started to inhale, 3 times he had me inhale before he switched to the right. My head began to swim, my body felt hot. My heart was beating in my ears and my ass wanted more. “I knew you would like those cum dump” My moaning and grunting was getting obscene, a steady litany of asking him to fuck me hard and breed me was spewing from my mouth. With a final grunt and thrust deep again into my hole buried deep I felt his warm toxic cum again coat my hole. His body shudder with each spasm and I could feel the spurts hitting me little fingers of warmth and wet smoothing out each thrust. “Mmmmmm fuck that is one hot hole, glad I can help in knocking you up Boy, but my turn is over and now you are onto the next” With that he unstrapped me from the table and handed me a sports drink and water. “Drink those up , don’t want you to get dehydrated” I gulped the offered drink thankful for each sip. I was then helped to my feet, slightly unsteady and still dizzy Doc lead me back to the showers where we washed up. “Here let me help you get really clean before I pass you on” Doc then bent me over and grabbed a thin hose that was connected to the shower; he then stuck the tube in my ass and proceeded to flush me out 10 times until the water was clear. I fell clean and empty and slightly embarrassed about the whole ordeal but what I wanted wasn’t really a consideration at this point and I just accepted it. “Pity to waste all that poz cum but if I give you to the Barber dirty m with his proclivities I would never hear the end of it” chuckled the Doc. He then had me dress in a rubber jock strap and harness, gifts from your Daddy he said, before attaching the lead to my collar again and bringing me back upstairs. Sitting at the kitchen table was a bear of a man. Huge well-groomed bearded man wearing only a leather vest chaps and boots. “Is this the project, nice to meet ya Boy, I will be your Barber “ extending his huge hand he shook mine like we wear at a business conference, grabbed the lead and lead me out the door and on to the next cabin. I had no idea what would happen to me next , and since I still had not cum yet I really didn’t care I just new I would do as I was told so I could make Daddy proud.

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!

It was in 1991, this co-worker knew I was Gay and wanted to screw me but I wasn't into him and I put him off for a year before I got drunk enough after a night at the bar with him and a couple of other co-workers. He wasn't anything to look at, kind of sloppy, not fat but not fit either, and very little charisma, not my type at all. We were riding the bus (RTD in Denver) from the bar late at night and he kept groping my crotch, finally I started groping back and discovered his cock was huge, I was tempted to pull it out on the spot and start sucking! Needless to say I didn't get off at my stop but rode the bus and went to his place, which was unkempt and drab, but I was so horny I didn't care. I've always liked gloryholes for that reason, it's anonymous and the person on the othet side of the hole could be ugly as sin and it wouldn't matter. Thankfully we didn't make much small talk, just smoked a little weed, got naked and started sucking on each others cocks. Turns out he's not into being on the bottom anally, fine with me, and as we got hotter he wants in my ass, and that's where I want that big dong to be! I hadn't fucked raw in years because of AIDS, so he gave me a Magnum condom and I used my mouth to roll it onto his big boner, but the only lube he had was Vaseline so I greased my ass and his dick up and he worked that throbbing pole into me doggy style. I'm pretty experienced since I've been fucked in the ass since I was 13, but it took a lot of work and relaxation to gobble him in me up to his nuts, I LOVE the feel of petroleum jelly so much better than water based, and as he slowly pulled and pushed himself past my anus and prostate i was in heaven and we really got the motion going. He was fucking me like a rabbit and I was dripping precum all over the carpet and my thighs and his nuts, my cock and balls were slapping all over and I didn't dare touch myself because I was already on the edge the whole time he was banging me. I noticed that it was feeling REALLY GOOD, but I wasn't sure why and at he time I didn't care, and when he said he was going to cum I reached down and pulled myself off to a super intense orgasm as I could feel him pulsing huge into my bowels as he pumped me furiously. He collapsed on top of me and I fell flat on the floor under him into a puddle of my own hot semen, and I could feel his heartbeat with my asshole. I reached back around and felt the base of his shaft and I could feel the rubber all pushed down around where his dick met his pelvis and he mutters, "Yeah, the rubber broke..." which kind of brought me around to reality, but neither of us moved; I figured the deal was done so I asked if he knew when it had broke and he said "yeah". "When?". "About halfway through..." which really pissed me off. If it had been when he was cumming or found out after I would have been cool, but he kept screwing me and didn't take a time out or nothing. I told him to get off me so the slob rolled off me onto the floor and I jumped up and went to the bathroom, pretty much sober by now. I took a dump and a ton of thin runny splooge poured out of me into the toilet and came out to see him passed out on the floor with the spoobag still bunched up around his deflated cock. I got dressed, told the asshole laters and walked the 20 blocks home to my house I was so pissed. I went straight to my bathroom and gave myself a Pepsi enema, figuring the acid would kill about anything. I was working AIDS hospice at my other job at the time, and in 1991 HIV was still a death sentence, so I was not only very familiar with the consequences but pissed at myself because I let the lazy fuck fuck me, and mad at him because he knew and we could have put another one on. He called the next day wanting me to come over, and I asked about him stealthing me (it wasn't called that at the time) and he said he knew he wasn't positive so he wasn't worried. He did have a girlfriend (I found out later) and I never came up HIV, although for about 6 months I was sweating it, at the time I was around a lot of dying friends and others, so it scared the shit out of me. I didn't let him fuck me again, and I was pretty cold to him at work although neither of us was out so we never let anyone else know about it; a couple years later I was tempted to tell his old lady, but I was over it by then. I suppose I really didn't need to blow up, since after my "mid-life crisis" in and after 1996 I very rarely used condoms and I was a terrible cumslut until 2007 (still negative); hell, guys would put on rubbers at the baths or the arcade and I'd pull them off or sometimes bite off the reservoir tip and let them fuck me, or if someone put a rubber on my cock I just wouldn't fuck them, or I'd pull it off and let them refuse or fuck my dick. Yeah, this story wasn't as sexy as the 1,000 others I have to tell, but this was my first "stealthing"; I suppose if you know the condom is torn or taken off and the dude is going to blow his wad in you, it isn't stealthing, is it? If so, it was probably my last stealthing and I hope so; if a guy's going to flood me with his DNA babymaker going off in me, I want to know so I can enjoy it! Here's a few Pecker Pics to make up for the bummer ending!

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

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

Part 7 I looked at my unconscious brother laying on the floor. "Oh Elijah," I thought to myself. "You have no idea what's in store for you." I didn't even know what was in store for me. Mr. Jackson held our destinies. One on the men bent down and checked his pulse. "He's fine. That dose of chloro will keep him out for a few hours." "Plenty of time to get back to the cabin." Mr. Jackson said, turning to me and popping a pill into my mouth. "This will settle you down and let you sleep. You've had a busy couple of days boy." It wasn't long before It started to kick in and I felt groggy. Soon I was out like a light. I have no idea how long I slept. It felt like a couple of days. But the next thing I remember was waking up on a mattress on the ground in what was some kind of celler. As my head cleared I figured out my collar was chained to the wall and I couldn't move far. There was a jug of water within reach and I grabbed it, frantically trying to quench my enormous thirst. "Jacob!" I heard my brother loudly whisper. "You're awake! What's going on? Where are we?" I looked across the celler and saw a cage that contained my brother. It was about 3 feet by 4 feet, with thick metal bars. He was naked inside with a collar on like mind. His body had been shaved of all hair except for his head, like me. "What's going to happen to us? He was having sex with you, wasn't he?" Elijah grab the bars and shook them, tears starting to flow down his cheeks. "Pray Jacob. Pray with me for God to help us!" I looked at him blankly. "God can't save us brother." Elijah cried harder as he shook his cage. Then a door opened and Mr. Jackson came down the stairs. "I see you are awake now boy. You slept for several days. But now your ready for more." I didn't say anything as Elijah stared at him with rage. "First things first however. Its time for your brother to start his training." Mr. Jackson unlocked the cage and opened the door. Elijah crawled out and stood up, before charging for the stairs. A powerful jolt to his collar brought him to his knees, screaming in pain as he clutched his neck. "Foolish boy, you will learn." Two men descended the stairs and grabbed Elijah, dragging him upstairs. I could hear him yelling at the men as they disappeared from view. Eventually the yelling quieted down and Mr. Jackson unchained me from the wall and led me up the stairs. Elijah was strapped down to the fuckbench, his legs spread wide, his asshole exposed and vulnerable. His mouth was spread open wide with a metal contraption, keeping him unable to close his mouth. Mr. Jackson secured my collar to a ring and turned his attention to my brother. Stroking his bare buttocks, Mr. Jackson elicited a fresh bout of incomprehensible yelling from Elijah. He just smiled as he moved behind his helpless prey. Letting several gobs of spit land on his cock, he lined up the head right against Elijah's unprotected hole. The room grew deathly silent. Not even Elijah made a sound. Then he did it. Mr. Jackson plunged his cock into my brother as hard as he could, sinking it in one, long non stop lunge. I had never heard a scream like I heard from my brother. I thought he was dying. Tears flowed out of his eyes, snot ran out of his nose, and he howeled and bucked, trying to get away from the pole that had him impaled. Mr. Jackson just laughed and started ramming his new fuckhole deep and hard. I stared in amazement and pity as I watched my brother endure the worst pain he had ever experienced. Mr. Jackson's cock was coated in thick, red mucus as he plummeted the tight hole. Elijah just continued to scream. One of the men moved to my brothers head and grabbed his hair, pulling it up. Without pausing, he shoved his hard cock straight into Elijah's mouth and down his throat. My brother choked and gagged, spit and vomit pouring out of his mouth as his face was raped as hard as his ass. Both men relentlessly plugged his holes until they came at the same time, filling him from both ends at once. When they pulled out, Mr. Jackson grabbed me and forced his messy cock into my mouth to clean off my brothers rape juices. Then he looked at my sobbing brother, picking up a rubber tube and a needle. "I wanted the first one to be pure and clean. Now it's time to introduce you to your new medicine."

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

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

I'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.

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

PART 4 -Dick in the alley and fresh jail dick: Derrick smiled, “FUCK – you a N-A-S-T-Y freak. I like that. Glad I ran into you and you take some good dick. You want some more?” After the big guy tore me up, I did not think I could take anymore and asked Derrick if we could just chill for a bit. “Yeah, no problem,” he said, and lit the pipe up for us both. I opened some of the chips and food we bought earlier and was still trying to get my head around the fuck the big guy had just given me. I had had a couple rough fucks in my life, but not in years. My ass felt so empty now, and while my head was saying time to head home (it was around midnight), the rest of my body was still craving dick and cum. As I ate, Derrick opened the pack of pills he bought at the liquor store, “Told you I plan to stay hard, so these will help. May not have much cum left, but don’t you worry. You will get more dick pounding that pussy - and this bull dick too.” I didn’t have the nerve to say no, so just nodded and finished eating. We sat around the table for a little while and Derrick lit the pipe again, took some more long hits, then said as I eagerly reached for the clouds he said, “Come on, get dressed, let’s take a walk.” A walk? Where the fuck would we walk? There was nothing around. We got dressed, I dropped the poppers into my coat packet, and followed Derrick out the door. I was surprised to see some people still around in the parking lot but figured with what had been going on at least in his room tonight, could imagine lots of shit going down in the rest of the motel. Derrick led the way towards the side entrance. We turned right, headed down a little hill, and saw several cars slowly driving back and forth. I asked Derrick about it. “Folks getting weed, buddy down at the bottom there hooks them up with that and other shit too. I want to see if he’s got some Special in, would love to see you on that shit getting some big dick.” So we walked a little further down the side street that had warehouses on both sides with the occasional alley in between the loading docks. As we got near the intersection Derrick stopped near the last alley, “Wait here a minute,” he said. I sat on the steps by the loading dock and waited. A few minutes later Derrick came back around the corner with another black guy. This dude looked young. More like a boy. He had dreds like Derrick, and about the same build but younger, maybe 19 or so. Derrick said, “This is Marcus, buddy of mine. Told him you been freaking with me and we needed some good Special shit. Told him he could fuck you if he wanted, give me a little discount or something.” I just nodded and sat there. Derrick and Marcus then stepped into the alley and Derrick said, “Come on, my man’s a working man here and got shit to do.” So I got up and followed them into the alley between the warehouses. Within 10 feet of the opening to the alley it was pretty dark and Derrick and Marcus stopped by a couple large piles of broken wood pallets. “Bend over,” Marcus said. I slid my pants down and bent over, placing my hands on the brick wall. It was a little cool that night, and I started getting goose bumps and my dick was not hard at all. But did not seem to bother Marcus as I heard him spit, felt him wipe some spit in my ass and around my hole, then heard him spit again. Marcus pushed his dick into me and I sighed in pleasure as it felt nice to have a hot poker in me again. What was it with these guys barebacking? No one asked about condoms – damn – not that I was complaining, but what had I been missing? His dick was about the same size as Derrick’s but not as wide. After the big guy’s rape-fuck this was a breeze. My ass was sore as hell, but I arched my back and pushed my ass out to meet him. “That’s nice,” he said, and kept pumping. I looked back and saw Derrick was standing a little further back, guess he was watching for anyone else. Marcus kept fucking and soon picked up his pace. “Damn,” Marcus said as he shot into my ass. He pulled his cock out and without being asked I turned around, got on my knees and licked him clean. “Good huh?” Derrick asked. Marcus said, “It’s OK, look here’s your Special, I got to get back to the corner.” I pulled up my pants and was sort of disappointed. Well fuck, he did not seem all that into it. I apologized as I didn’t want to disappoint Derrick for some reason. Derrick shook his head and said, “Fuck it, who cares what that youngin thinks. He shot his nutt, he gave me a discount for the Special, so we’re good.” We then walked back to the motel with my ass laying a trail of cummy-hole pheromones for any other top who might be hanging around. When we got back in the room Derrick lit the pipe for us again and got the high going and all thoughts of anything except flying higher in the puffy clouds vanished. “You know earlier? I liked hearing you cry out. Made me horny as fuck, you know? And damn, seeing your hole all red and swollen after my man raped it. Let me look at it again,” Derrick said. I took my pants off and bent over as he sat at the table. He ran his fingers around my hole, probing at it, sticking one, then two fingers in. I pulled away a little. “Still nice and red, here, taste Marcus’ cum,” as Derrick held out his fingers, glistening with gobs of cum, tinged slightly pink. I slurped on his fingers and he moaned. “Hmm, yeah like it when I hear that hole being hurt, sounds of a good pussy, and gets me so fucking hard, bend over.” I bent over the side of the bed, Derrick stepped to the window and pushed the curtains back even a bit further, slid his pants down, got behind me, and slammed his dick – dry – into my ass. It resisted and he pushed harder, scraping my insides as he pushed in. “Like that? Feel that hurt? Let me hear you cry, Hmmm….” Derrick said as he fucked. Then he started like the big guy did, pulled all the way, slammed through the outer ring, pulled out and did it again. He was not as big, but I was still sore, so it burned and I whimpered and cried out a little each time. “Yeah, make it hurt, hmmm.” Derrick did that for a few minutes then pulled out. Damn – he didn’t cum. “You sure you still want some more?” Derrick asked. I gave him a look of, “You really need to ask me that?” Derrick chuckled, rubbed his still stiff dick and said, “Alright, think I know where I might run into something. Going to see who’s around down the road a bit where some folks hang, got any more cash on you? But first, here.” Derrick grabbed the pipe, put in some fresh rock and lit it up. He got dressed, grabbed his keys and left. It felt strange trying to smoke the pipe by myself, and instead I opened a beer, sat on the bed, pulled the blanket over me and watched TV. Derrick was gone about half an hour and I was starting to sober up and feel tired as the rock did not last, but then I heard his keys in the door and he came in, followed by another guy. This guy was about Derrick’s size and about same age I guess. He had on just a t-shirt with a basketball logo, which seemed strange since it was not really warm out. Derrick said, “My man here just got out of DC jail yesterday. He was hanging out down off 5th Street and he’s looking to warm up, freak and make a little something. I gave him your $40 and told him what I wanted.” With that the other guy said “Hey, what’s up?” I almost laughed, I assumed he knew what was up, but said, “Just having fun – you?” Derrick lit up the pipe, handed it to the new guy, then to me, then he took a few hits. He passed it around again and then back to me. We were out of Coke, so Derrick handed the new guy some change and asked him to go grab a couple from the soda machine up near the front. The guy left the room and Derrick said, “I made him show me his dick first, he’s got a big one, not as big as the other one, but big, so you gonna feel it. He said he only fucks fags for money, so that’s why I had to give him the cash, OK? OK. He’s gonna do what I like, so you open up again, here take some more hits.” I had just finished up a hit when the guy knocked, Derrick let him in, and offered him the pipe. “You ready?” Derrick asked, I nodded yes, and the new guy took off his sneakers, his t-shirt, and his pants. Very nice body, total v-shaped torso, a few cool tattoos, and a nipple ring in his left nipple. Woof! His dick was already hard. I got doggy style on the bed and moved the bottle of lotion beside me. “No,” Derrick said, “Move down a little so I can watch, and no lotion, just want him to use spit to fuck you, you cool with that man? Like we talked about?” The new guy said, “Sure,” and I hit the poppers and braced for it. He was not as large as the big guy, but still a pretty big dick, and while my ass was open and used, my outer ring still resisted his first push. This time there was no mercy, he forced through my outer ring, passed the second and was balls deep. I yelped really loud and swore even louder knowing Derrick wanted that, and when I did the new guy slapped my ass and said, “SHUT UP FAGGOT.” What the fuck? Derrick then started in with his evil mouth, “Yeah man, rape that faggot ass, make that hole bleed man, rape that faggot and show him who’s in charge, fuck it HARD!” The new guy then started slapping my ass hard, alternating hands, as he pushed his dick in so I could feel his low hanging balls slap my ass and then pulled it all the way out before he slammed it back through the hole. Again, I felt like my ass was being torn, it was so dry, and every time I yelped or cried out he would slap my ass harder and say, “SHUT UP FAGGOT!” Derrick kept urging him on, “Rape it, rape that white pussy for me, make that pussy bleed, come on now, slap it, fuck it, hurt that faggot!” The new guy obeyed and continued to tear me up and slam my ass, which was stinging from his hits, but at the same time was turning me the fuck on! HIS SLAPS ON MY ASS PICKED UP, AND THE NEW GUY SAID, “FUCKING FAGGOT, TAKE MY CUM!!!” AND HE SHOT HIS LOAD. His pace slowed, but did not stop, as he continued to work his cum up my ass with his still hard dick. After several minutes of digging around in me, he slowly pulled out, reached down, lifted my left leg, and flipped me onto my back. He scooted me back further onto the bed and crawled up on the bed, lifted my legs, and positioned his dick to go back in. Derrick said, “Alright man, how about another hit?” The new guy said, “No, I ain’t done.” His dick had softened just a little so with my legs up against his shoulders he jacked his cock a few times, it got harder, and he guided it back into my ass. DAMN! That angle hurt more than doggy style, as he forced it balls deep, then slowly pulled up, then pushed back, up, then back. He leaned forward even more, wrapped both arms around my shoulders and neck and pulled me into him as he jack fucked my ass like a fucking rabbit. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tight, holding on for the ride, and I could only grunt and moan as his raw dick continued to make my hole open for him. The new guy then started to kiss my neck, then moved to kiss me full on the mouth with his tongue, which surprised me, and Derrick even more. “Alright man, OK, enough, come on, let me get some now, come on.” The new guy slowed, filled my mouth with his spit, kissed me on the lips hard as he pulled away, then eased his dick out of my ass. Derrick was right there, put my legs up, and slammed his dick in where the new guy had just been, working the new guy’s cum into me. He leaned down on top of me as he fucked, “Fuck yeah, bleed that pussy, mmm, tear it up for this nutt.” I could not see the new guy, but Derrick did not fuck long at all. He soon pulled off, sat in the chair, and as I sat up saw the other guy was sitting in the other chair with the damned cutest smile. Derrick offered up the pipe, so we all took a few hits and sat there a bit. Derrick got up to use the bathroom and the new guy stepped over to me, bent down, and started kissing me again real sloppy. “He wanted me to fuck you like that you know? I need the money, so hope I didn’t hurt you.” I said, “No, not at all. I’m good – really. It felt fucking amazing!” He smiled again and said, “You liked it?” I rolled my eyes, damn tops can be thick sometimes, “I LOVED it - A LOT! You got an amazing dick and when you kissed me I just wanted you deeper and deeper and having your raw dick stretch me out felt just…just...OH DAMN GOOD! I don’t care how you fuck me – rough, wild, nasty - as long as I get your nice black dick in my ass.” He laughed a little, kissed me some more with his tongue trying to get down my throat and was trying to rub my ass as he said, “What? You don’t want my cum too? Put your legs up.” I laid back and he quickly had my legs up and his dick buried back in my ass and his tongue down my throat again. “Can I see you again? You got a place? I want to see you?” he asked as he pulled away a little, looked into my eyes, and gave me that wicked cute smile again. I totally melted and I shook my head yes and then we heard the toilet flush. I pushed the guy off me a bit and tried to reach for a pen and paper that was on the rickety nightstand. I couldn’t get it, but he grabbed it for me and as the sounds of Derrick finishing up got louder I quickly wrote my phone number down and handed him the paper just as the bathroom door opened and Derrick stepped out. The guy fisted the paper in his right hand as I dropped the pen and he began fucking me again and in between his passionate kisses I whispered I wanted his cum. “Fuck man, ain’t what we agreed to. Get off,” Derrick said. The new guy kissed me one last time, taking his time before he pulled away, and stood up. Derrick reached into his pants, “Here’s your $40, think it’s time you go.” The new guy said, “Alright, chill old man, but I think your boy here wants some more cum and look – no extra charge. I’m still raring to go and can breed it good.” Derrick sounded angrier now, “Get dressed,” and got up in the new guy’s face. With that the new guy got dressed, looked around Derrick’s shoulders at me one last time, winked, smiled, and left. Derrick seemed pissed and I didn’t know why. He locked the door, came over, pushed my legs back and slammed in. “Fucking pussy, you’re mine tonight, now beg for this black nutt, beg while I bleed that pussy.” Derrick pushed my legs back as far as he could and rough fucked me. He was grunting, groaning, and sweating now with every thrust. “TAKE MY NUTTT!!” he said as he slammed the last time into my ass. He shivered and his dicked pulsed, and he yanked it out, dropped my legs, then laid on the bed beside me. So, cum tally at the end of part 4 of fun at the seedy motel: 1 load in my mouth when I sucked Derrick in his car, 5 loads in my ass from Derrick in his hotel room, 2 loads in my ass from the tall guy who had watched through the window then joined in 1 load from the big guy who raped me 1 load from Marcus in the alley 1 load from the guy just out jail

PART 3: “Told you I was a freak, now let’s chill a bit. I need a drink, then we’ll see about getting up.” In part 2 Derrick had just finished shooting a third load up my ass while I shot my poz cum into someone else. Derrick was sitting at the table in the motel room, which was still covered with empty beer bottles, coke cans, food wrappers, a couple ashtrays with cigarettes in various stages of being smoked, and his pipe and supplies. So, cum tally at the end of part 2: 1 load in my mouth when I sucked Derrick in his car, 3 loads in my ass from Derrick in his hotel room, 2 loads in my ass from the tall guy who had watched through the window then joined in The curtains were still open a little on the end, but I didn’t care anymore. Hell, whoever had wanted to be a Peeing-Tom had watched me get fucked by two different guys, watched me unload in a hooker’s hole, and more – so screw it. I was too buzzed to care anymore. I looked at my watch and it was now about 9:30 p.m., I had been with Derrick for about 5 hours now and my week long vacation and plan on getting as much dick and cum as I could was off to an amazing start! I was not tired at all as between sleeping in late that day, and the rock in the pipe, I was wired and up. My ass was sore though, and when I sat down at the table with him realized just how tender my hole was now. But I liked it. It was a, “I know I have just been fucked good,” sore, so I embraced it and looked forward to what else the night might bring. Derrick got up to use the bathroom, and told me to make him a Jack and Coke. The Coke was now a little warm, and the Jack Daniels bottle was now empty as I poured the last of it into a plastic cup I found by the bathroom sink. As I went to get the cup I watched a second as Derrick was pissing, a long steady stream, and right then wanted nothing more than to taste it. When he came back out, I handed him the cup with the JD and Coke, noticed his dick head looked a little wet, and knelt down and licked the remaining piss off his dick. Then sat back in the chair. Derrick gave me that evil grin again, but didn’t say anything and took a swig of his drink and lit a cigarette. I wanted to ask him about where he was from, if he was straight or what, but figured best to just keep quiet and not ruin the fun. If Derrick wanted to tell me he would, so I opened another beer, which was totally warm now too. We made some small talk, about really nothing, Derrick finished off his JD and Coke, looked at the empty bottle, and said, “Need to hit the liquor store before they close, get some more JD, beer, bag of ice, and those little pills they sell behind the counter to keep your dick hard. This good shit does that too, but I am going to keep fucking you if you can take it. Can you take it some more?” I was still horny as hell and wanted to be the biggest cum pig I could, and eagerly replied, ”HELL YEAH! I CAN HANDLE ANYTHING YOU GOT!” HA! Little did I know my mouth would get me into trouble on that one. We got into his car and as we drove out of the parking lot I noticed there were a lot more cars now than when we had come in and more people standing around outside. No one seemed to pay us any mind, so we drove to a liquor store about 5 minutes away. I gave Derrick some cash, asked him to grab some chips or something too, and soon we were back at the motel. This time Derrick entered the far end of the parking lot and drove completely around the motel real slow as he looked at the cars and folks standing outside. I thought maybe he was looking for the tall guy again. He parked, we went back into the room, he made another drink, and told me to pour the ice into the bathroom sink to chill the beers that had gone warm. Once we got settled Derrick pulled his pipe out, opened the plastic bag that still had a bunch of rock in it, and said, “You ready?” I shook my head yes, finished my beer, and then took my clothes off. Derrick was still dressed as he handed me the pipe, used the lighter, and let me take a few big hits. He then did the same, sat back and let it kick in a little. I was ready – I wanted his dick in me and got up to kneel in front of him to suck him again. “No,” Derrick said, “Got something else planned. Now take a few more big hits, then bend over the end of the bed.” I quickly obeyed and bent over in that spot where the opening in the curtains gave a clear view of my white ass to anyone who walked by who bothered to look. While the room lights were not that bright, they were bright enough, so I knew I was being seen. Derrick grabbed his keys, “I’ll be right back.” I knelt on the floor and laid my chest on the bed on top of a couple pillows, waiting for Derrick to return. My dick was hard thinking about him or the tall guy fucking me again. He was barely gone a couple minutes when I heard him opening the door. Derrick walked in and behind him walked in this big, monster of a man. This dude was maybe a little shorter then the tall guy, but not by much, and built thick and broad like a football player. He also had a bit of a gut that stuck out through his open jacket and short buzzed hair. He looked rough – total street thug type and maybe mid-40’s. My ass creamed a little. “What the fuck - that ain’t no pussy!” the new guy said. “You said you had some pussy here needing to be fucked damn it!” Derrick patted the big guy on the shoulder and said, “Relax my man, I told you I had some good white pussy and that is some GOOD white pussy that is ready for any black dick that needs to fuck. Alright? I told you I’d take care of you, now here, just chill, sit a sec, and hit this shit. Got some good shit, so chill man, OK?” I was ready to run at that point, this dude was not happy and figured I could hide in the bathroom if I had too, but he just glared at me a second longer, then sat at the table. I didn’t dare to move and stayed kneeling at the end of the bed as Derrick put some rock in the pipe and handed it to the new guy. The guy glared at me again, but took the pipe, several big hits, passed it back to Derrick, and I could see him visibly relax as the rock kicked in. He closed his eyes, licked his lips a few time, and said, “Got a drink?” Derrick handed him the bottle of JD and his plastic cup, the guy pored some in the cup, did a shot, then set the bottle on the table. “Better man?” Derrick asked him. The guy shook his head, “Yeah.” Derrick handed the pipe to him again and said, “See man, good shit, I told you, now I know that shit makes a dick hard, so let the pussy suck it for you a little, it’ll feel good, telling you man, real good.” The big guy did not reply right away, just closed his eyes a little again and licked his lips then said, “Alright, but turn off the fucking lights.” Derrick got up, turned off the lights, closed the opening in the curtains, as the guy hit the pipe. “Now suck him,” Derrick said. I was still unsure about this, but the guy had taken another hit, had his head back and had spread his legs a little, so I scooted over in front of him. By the light coming in from around the edges of the curtain, and the bathroom and TV, the dude was even scarier up close. “You good man?” Derrick asked, and the big guy just grunted, so I reached up and rubbed the bulge that was showing in his pants. Fucking Christ – his dick was as big as he was! It felt like a monster! He did not stop me so I began to work at his fly and could not get it open. He then stood up abruptly scaring the shit out of me, undid his belt, opened his pants, let them drop to the floor, then sat back down in the chair with a grunt and grabbed the pipe again. FUCK that dick was HUGE! Not only was it quite a bit longer than Derrick’s, but it was very thick and round with a massive head on it. I was stunned and not quite sure, but reached out, lifted it with my hands, slowly peeled the foreskin back, and started rubbing my tongue around the head. “Hmmm,” the big guy moaned. Derrick lit his pipe up, nodded at me to continue, and watched as I licked the head and started licking up and down the shaft. I then worked to get the head in my mouth. It was difficult at that angle, but I finally got the head in and felt my jaws scream as I opened wide to swallow as much funky shaft as I could. I sucked him for a little while and had spit and drool running out of my mouth as I tried to manage that monster dick. As he got harder I started to gag as I went down on him, which seemed to turn him on as he began thrusting his hips a little, which made me gag even more. I started to pull my head off his dick and he suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, pushed my head down onto his dick and thrust up at the same time. His dick suddenly filled my throat completely and I could not breathe! Tears started streaming down my face as I gagged and tried to breathe, trying to pull off, but he was not letting go, just tried pushing his dick deeper down my throat. Finally, after it felt like I was going to pass out, “Yo man, hit this shit again,” Derrick said. The big guy let go, and I pulled myself off his dick and sat back trying to catch my breath. Holy fuck – the asshole was trying to kill me! Derrick laughed a little, “Was not so bad now huh? Told you I would take care of you big man.” The big guy took the pipe, did not say anything, and did a few more hits. Derrick kept talking, “So you know man, got this pussy opened up for you, bet it could take you if you want to fuck – you know nothing feels better with this good shit then a nice hot pussy wrapped around your dick so you can bust that nutt – you feel me?” The big guy just looked at Derrick, handed him the pipe, “Yeah, OK, but you need to leave. I like to fuck a long time and I don’t want nobody watching me.” Derrick said, “Ain’t gonna happen. My room, my shit, so you either gonna do this or you ain’t.” The big guy said, “OK, but I got to piss,” and stood up and went to the bathroom and closed the door. I stood up and told Derrick,”I don’t think I can take him. His dick is was way too big.” Derrick reached out and slapped my white ass, smiled, and said, “You’ll be alright, you can take it, I got you nice and opened up and I know that hole is gonna like this. Here, you better do some big hits, you are really gonna need it this time. And don’t disappoint me, because I want to see that hole wide open and if you do a good job I got some more bull nutt myself to put up there.” With that, he put a big piece of rock on the pipe and had me inhale some more clouds. The guy was still in the bathroom, Derrick took a hit, then handed me the pipe again, “You just open up – let him in – OK, just open up. You told me you could handle anything I had, so you better handle this.” I shook my head and was now feeling a little dizzy as the rock kicked in and the rush of euphoria made me feel hot from head to toe. Derrick squirted a big gob of lotion in his hand, reached out, and started rubbing it in my hole. I bent forward a little and he roughly shoved three fingers up my ass, then a fourth and worked them around, digging at my guts, scraping my ring with his nails making me nice and tender. It hurt, but the cool from the lotion felt good. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” Derrick said. I walked back to the end of the bed and got in position – and waited for the monster BBC. The big guy came out of the bathroom, shut the bathroom light off, went to turn the TV off, but Derrick said, “No, I am going to watch. Here take another hit then you can hit that pussy. Not just hit – SLAM IT! OK? OK? We’re just having a little fun and got some good white pussy for you to fucking breed. You said you needed some pussy tonight, well big man I’m taking care of that. So hit this pipe, then I want to see you fuck that white pussy like you want? You know? Mount it like a prison whore. You just take it, that pussy ain’t going nowhere – and if it tries – well my man you big enough to make sure it can’t - so you enjoy it.” The big guy walked over to Derrick and I looked to the side as he stood there taking the hit. The shadow of that monster dick against the light from the window was amazing, but scared the hell out of me. I still didn’t think I could take it, yet at this point didn’t see much choice. I held the pillows under me tighter, opened the poppers and started taking big hits. The poppers mixed with the rock made me feel even more out of it. I was shocked back to reality as I felt the guy press between my legs and a stream of lotion flow into my crack. I put my head down as I heard him lube up his dick and looked to the side as Derrick was sitting there stroking his cock in the chair closest to the end of the bed. The big guy then started pressing the head of his dick against my hole. He didn’t say a word, just pushed his dick. My hole was open from all the fucking, but still resisted and the big guy pushed harder. My world exploded as that monster head popped through the outer ring and into my ass. I yelped, swore, saw stars and thought I was going to pass out from the pain, but that did not stop him, he just kept pushing his dick, trying to open me up wider. By reflex I tried to run from that dick and pull away, but his hands grabbed my ass and yanked me back towards him. “Yeah man, want to see you rape that white pussy good,” Derrick said, “That’s it, open that pussy up, yeah man, you fuck it like you want, bet you ain’t had pussy you could fuck like you want and cum inside of in a long time.” When did Derrick become an evil bastard? The big guy didn’t say anything, just pushed forward with his hips and pulled me back towards him with his hands. He paused, his dick did not feel like it was that far into me, but it hurt like fucking hell! He shifted his hands up around my waist, tightened his grip, pulled me back a little on the bed, then thrust hard and paused. I saw stars again, yelped even louder, and gasped as that knocked the wind out of me. I tried fumbling with the poppers and spilled more than I was able to sniff, but it helped. The big guy repositioned himself again, pulled back a little then thrust hard again. FUCK – it felt like he was literally splitting me open. I wanted to scream or cry out, but now when I opened my mouth just little whimpering gurgling sounds came out. The pause was even shorter this time as he pulled that monster cock back and thrust, pulled back and thrust. “Put some more lotion on that shit man,” Derrick said, “Then tear up that pussy.” The bastard was urging him on! Fucker. The big guy pulled his cock all the way out of me and that time the cry in my throat came out real loud and Derrick just chuckled. The big guy squirted some more lotion on his dick, I quickly hit the poppers, and then he was pushing that monster head back in. The monster dick head popped in through my outer ring, and I cried out again, loud as I could this time. He pulled all the way out and did it again, making me scream like a little girl getting her cherry popped. I think that turned him on as the head felt even bigger and he pulled it out and popped it through several times real fast. I could barely breath from the pain now and managed to ask him to please stop. He paused and I thought thank God, I can’t take anymore. But Derrick said “Naw man, don’t stop. Told you, fuck that pussy like you want. I want to see that white pussy get raped and you’re the big man to do it, now bust it up.” What? Before I could say another word the big guy started fucking again. This time he was pushing in as far as he could with each thrust of his dick, which took him deeper and deeper up my ass. He blew out the second hole in my ass and kept going. I was whimpering, babbling, and almost crying as he raped my ass and with the firm grip he had on my waist there was no where to run. Through the pain there was a new level of pleasure that I started to feel. While every thrust was excruciating, it was also feeling good too and I knew I was truly being fucked by a monster dick. Totally raw – skin on skin – deeper and harder than I could believe. The big guy kept fucking and I realized my ass must be loosening up for him (not by choice, but force) as he was fucking faster and deeper and the deeper he went, the more ecstasy I felt. I was starting to really get into it when he paused, pushed himself up behind me on his knees onto the bed, then pushed me forward and face down so I was laying flat. The pillows I had placed under my stomach for support were now under my hips, which elevated my hole a little. The big guy laid flat on top of me, reached around, and grabbed one ass cheek in each hand. He spread my ass open, worked his dick in my hole a little deeper, then put his hands back up near my head. His dick was hitting even deeper in this position and my whimpering and yelps of pain started to get louder. I had my head turned to the right thinking Derrick could hear me better and would stop the guy, but he didn’t. One thrust made me cry out really loud and this time the big guy moved his left arm under my neck, and covered my mouth with his hand. I could feel his breath on my ear and side of my face as he placed his head against mine and kept fucking. His mouth must have been open as I felt some spit from him dribble onto my face. He was totally raping me now so I tried to just focus on relaxing and letting him have my ass. I don’t know how long he fucked, it felt like forever and he was right in that it took him a while as he laid on me pumping his raw dick in and out of my ass. I was having a hard time breathing between his hand over my mouth and his weight on me, but he did not seem to care. He started to moan and grunt and his fucking got a little faster and rougher. “That’s it man – breed that white pussy with that nutt – rape that nutt up there,” Derrick said, “Rape it harder, MAKE IT HURT!” THE BIG GUY’S MOANING GOT MORE INTENSE AND HIS GRIP ON MY FACE TIGHTENED – HE THEN STOPPED FUCKING AND STARTED A GUTTURAL ROAR, “UUHHHH, UHHHH, UHHHHH” AND STARTED FUCKING HARDER AND FASTER AGAIN. HE WAS PULLING ALMOST ALL THE WAY OUT AND SLAMMING INTO ME NOW AND MOANING ‘UHHHHH’ – HE PAUSED AGAIN AND THIS TIME I FELT HIS COCK SWELL, AND QUIVER AS HE STARTED TO SHOOT, “FUCK,” HE SAID HE AS CUMMED WAY UP IN MY GUTS. His orgasm rocked his body, and he then moved his hand away from my mouth, took his arm from under my neck and just lay on top of me breathing hard. It seemed like he stayed like that for a couple minutes as I felt his dick soften up inside me. I still felt full, but could tell he was not hard anymore. His dick slid out of my ass, he rolled off me, stood up, and went into the bathroom. I was still trying to catch my breath when Derrick said, “Told you that you would take it,” and laughed a little. “Got this bull fucking dicl hard hearing you cry like that you nasty little bitch fuck, now just stay like that.” No problem, I couldn’t move. I heard the water in the tub running, the toilet flush, and the big guy came out. Derrick said, “Yo man, that was good huh?” The big guy was still breathing heavy and just said, “Yeah,” and proceeded to put his pants on and got dressed. “You up for freaking again later? Want to hit that pussy again” Derrick asked him. The big guy said, “Yeah, OK, if I can get some more of that good shit you got. That’ll work. I’m always horny as fuck when I wake up. If you still up, here’s my room number, should be up around 4:30 a.m.” And with that he left. Again? Fuck no. Not me. Derrick then opened the end of the curtains a little like before, walked over to the bed, “Now I’m gonna give you some more bull nutt,” as he climbed onto the bed, got on my back, and in one push shoved his cock balls deep into me. I barely flinched after the fuck I just took and the thought of him working the big guy’s cum into my guts made my dick hard and I started to beg him to fuck me, fuck me harder, please fuck it. Derrick grabbed my shoulders and fucked like there was no tomorrow. He was already close, “Let me hear you cry, take this nutt in that raped pussy, take this bull nutt, oh yeah yeah yeah…….” And Derrick shot his load. When he was finished he stood up, turned the lights on, and knelt back on the bed. He pushed my legs open, spread my cheeks, and probed at my hole with his fingers. “DAMN you’re open, and my man tore you up, nice mix of blood and cum back here. You been FUCKED!” as he laughed a little. Blood? Damn, well I was sure that whatever Derrick had and the big guy had I had too. The thought of them pozzing me even more made my dick even stiffer. What else did they give me? Derrick got off the bed, sat at the table, and I got up to use the bathroom. My ass was totally open and a mix of blood, cum, ass juice, and lotion started coming out. Damn – no wonder my ass hurt. I thought I was sore before! I finished, went back out to the room and sat at the table. Derrick gave me that evil grin, “You a freak boy. I like that. Glad I ran into you and you take some good dick. You want some more?” Did he even have to ask? So, cum tally at the end of part 3: 1 load in my mouth when I sucked Derrick in his car, 4 loads in my ass from Derrick in his hotel room, 2 loads in my ass from the tall guy who had watched through the window then joined in 1 load from the big guy who mounted and raped me Stay tuned for part 4 – Dick in the alley and fresh jail dick

The summer of 2012 was the big eye opener for me as I was able to stay the summer in NYC with James. I did not go crazy working as an escort as I posted an add on Rentboy just a few times. Only a few times did I bottom as Topping is where the money is. I did have clients who became regulars as they were very nice and treated me really well. That summer James took me to some clubs that were real hit or miss with a lot of people, but we did meet some who we started to become friends with. As the end of summer was coming we were invited up to this nudist camp ground for males only up state NY. for the Labor Day weekend. From the time I arrived it was like fantasy land with really hot guys running around naked. Doing all type of things from just fucking to me seeing for the first time a guy getting fisted suspended by rope from a tree, I was hooked. Also some playing with whips being lead around by a leash as it was my introduction into Gay Male Leather scene. When we came home we found out more about S&M as we found some clients were into S&M as its fun. At this time I only played safe as I was scared to death of catching somethings. At the LGBT center on 13th st. They Would preach to you it's safe sex only and would hand out condoms by the hand full. When school started I would only see clients who I like and trusted to help me with my living expensive so I could go out more to the clubs. I was underage so to get into any of the Gay bars was not easy, but James was able to get me into the Eagle bar on 28th st. where a lot of the Gay Leather men hang out on Fridays , Saturday's or Sunday afternoon. As we both wanted to learn more we heard about the Tes group where they have classes on BDSM the only thing its pan sexual group. Then we heard that Gill Kessler Tes that he has classes for Males only its 6-10 Sunday at his home with maybe 12 showing up and all he ask was $30 for everything. Gill is well respected and very good teacher, we got a basic in rope , how to use a flogger, cane , Saran Wrap , E-Stim and other things. As Gill would say, is why do you put someone in rope? It's to fuck them so we both wanted to learn more about rope so we went to some of Erin Houdini classes in Brooklyn. Erin is trans and the classes that are of mix group of people but we were there to learn rope and we did learn a lot. We learn it's not about the rope but how you put the rope on and take it off as it can be sensual or brutal. In January of 2013 James is given 2 tickets to the NYC Black Party by one of his clients who we are going as his escort, as I have no idea what kind of a party it is but we get a gift card from him of what to get and where to get it from. We head over to the Leatherman on Christopher Street not far from our home. We tell them what we want and are taken down this small spiral staircase. There we are fitted for a chest harness leather pants and other things. As I'm being fitted I'm being eye balled by others in the store and the one fitting me is doing a fine job of grouping me as he ask me to get down to my underwear and I like the feel of leather on my skin as I put on a show as I bend over for thous in the store. The one who is fitting me is real friendly and says you are one big tease. What can I say about the Black Party it's 24 hours of dancing people fucking and sucking in the side areas and one big blast. After a few hours a friend ask if I was tired and I said yes as he pulled me real close to him and kiss me and passed somethings to my mouth and said this will get you back up and it did, I later found he had given my first hit of E and he gave more later. James and I walk this client around the Black Party like he was out slave and let him over to one of the side room and set him up to be gang bang, guys came from all over and for the first time I saw BB being done to him. I was a little shock as at that time it was safe sex only. James has body piercings since I met him and I really like them so for Christmas 2013 he took me over to the tattoo & body piercings place on Broadway north of Canal St. I was getting my right ear, both nipples and the Prince Albert. The ear was first and nothing then the PA and that I was scared shit of. The pain was not as bad as I thought as the Piercer Brian was very good , then the nipples as I though the PA would hurt the most but I was very WRONG getting the nips pierced was PAINFUL. When I went to pee the first time it was bloody and hurt but the second time was easy. I will not be fucking anyone for weeks till the PA healed, that’s OK as I like getting fuck better. I'm really doing well in school and I was given an internship that's to die for, I have a loving BF who has given me so much as being Gay here is so normal and so much fun. 2014 June we hear of PrEP and that it can protect you from becoming HIV infected if you take it as you should. So condoms are no longer needed as James and I have fucking each other raw for over a year now and I love the feeling of fucking or getting fuck raw and the cum that comes with it. Everyone else it's always with a condom. We find out in August we can get on it and we both follow the rules about taking it by the book. The first time I tell someone who we know is POZ to fuck me raw he says are you chasing and I say no as we are on PrEP, he never heard of it. He fuck my brains out and so did a few others and I love the feeling of my hole full of cum leaking out. 2014 way my first time going to MAL in DC & IML in Chicago. We had develop a group of friends who we started to play with and at MAL in January I wanted to see if I could take a fist. They set me up with the very old guy who at first I was turned off by but once he started working on my hole my opinion change fast, he was so gentle with me and a few hours his hand was in me and he work me good.I've I never had cum so much before as he work his hand in me . Since then when we can meet up I'm will to be his hand puppet any time as I've become a slut for his fist and anyone who is good at it. I learned I can be a real tease but there are pay back if you do it to the wrong people and thous pay backs can be very painful. In 2014 we started playing with GHB , Tina as well E and popper. At first I smoke Tina but I did not like it till I inject it and my first booty bump I was then I was hook for it. After we were confident that PrEP would keep us safe we both went nuts for raw dick and parTying. 2015 was a real blur as most weekends we were parTing and being real sluts with taking any dick in front of us. The group from up state that we know from the nudist camp has a place we call the barn. It a large farm for NY and they set up the barn as a dungeon. We would meet a few others and car pool up and once in the car the party would start by giving me some G or T at first it was a very small dose till they saw the effect it would have on me. At the barn it was like heaven or hell at times and going through the hell was worth it for the heaven. At first we would be there for 2 days then it would be 4 then a week. The summer of 2015 we spent a month up there and I would lose track of time. Spend a day in a sling all slammed up with dicks dumping loads in with someone fisting at times and it was never enough for me. Thanksgiving week we went up to the barn, there were some new members but we did not care as the G has done its job and being slammed the fun was just beginning. When we got home I was really sore as my hole took a heave pounding. I was going up to the barn for Christmas break but I had to get some work done for school and I was not feel great. Right after NYE I caught a very bad cold as my BF had one but his passed in a few days, but mine lasted for over 2 weeks. I was running a 101-102 fever and my body was hurting all over, I was scared until I started feeling better but something was not right. On 1/20/16 I went to the Doctor to get my regular test but somehow I was called back and the test on 1/28/16 now said I was HIV POZ with a VL of 700,000. 3/02/16 My VL numbers have not drop that much , but my BF numbers have drop. They might have to change my meds or maybe I’m one of thous where nothing works, time will tell.

I LOVE doing this all the time! Its a great way to lube your ass up for the next cock.. Seeing a load in a condom is a waste and I have to put the load where it belongs. ;0

Your first name: Jerry Your cell number: (701) 317-3574 A location: 97201 Times you're generally not available: Needs discussion. Age: 27 years young Height: 5 foot 6 inches (tiny but can and will take huge cocks) Weight: 183 Ethnicity: Other

my first time i met the guy at his , i stripped off and sucked him hard , while he dosed me with poppers, then he said i want to fuck you, i said , pull out when you get close so he's fucking me and and giving me more poppers when he said im going to cum in you, i asked him not to, he said to late pinned me down and came in me, i was shocked ,i was back for a repeat, he asked me , ''you going make me pull out'' i said no cum in me

When I started cruising bare years ago I proposed a blindfold fuck to a new top I met. He owned numerous student apartments in as college town , upstate NY. He had an apartment being vacated, there was only a bed left inside. He told me to wait upstairs blindfolded, which I did excitedly, hearing him enter, moaning and looking me over ,he growled like an animal in heat. I felt him get on me, felt his cock all over my ass, biting my ear n growling in it, I felt his hard as a rock cock slip bareinside me, he started stroking in in my warm hole, came immediately in me, this huge cum load it was so satisfying. HE thanked me and left, I got dressed and snuck out quietly like nothing happened , leaking his seed as I got in my truck and went on to my next job. After that we hooked up a bunch more times, except I'd go to his house in the morning, he would leave a blindfold out for me, a wet washcloth and glass of water. I;d wait on his bed and hear him cum in and moan as he looked as me, wiggling my ass wantign to be dicked and cummed. To this day I still don;t know what he looks like, I could meet him somewhere and never know it wa him that dicked my hole so many times.

It's scarey and then finally the needle is in. http://www.positivelife.org.au/images/560x300/slamming.jpgThe plunger is pulled back to show a good draw of blood. Now that Tina and you have mixed, the plunger is pushed in and you feel the rush building in your vein. You pull the tourniquet and raise your arm: Warmth, Dreaminess, Amazement. Your erotic brain is on and free of needless constraint. You are fully alive and sensual. You are there to be held, to be touched, to be bitten, to be kissed, to be a fierce lover, to be electricity, to be totally on. I am finally alive. That self-critical part of me is finally set far back in the rear of the bleachers to watch but not interfere. I can give myself fully to the moment. When I top, I am both lover and rapist with my partners. I am free to give them all of me or to take everything they want to give me with Tina's permission. Together we fly and we soar. We are Gods of Sex! We are what we were meant to be. We celebrate who we always were and what we were meant to be. http://pnphiker.tumblr.com/post/132805619184

I glanced at the slip of paper again as I turned left down the hall. It was a printout of a three-line e-mail I received two days earlier. The first line cited the address of a small hotel downtown and a room number at that hotel. The second line contained today's date, Saturday the eighteenth. The third line was the time - seven o'clock P.M., nearly an hour away. It was more than enough time for me to get ready. The email was from Jerry. I'm not sure how to describe my relationship with him. He's not my 'Daddy' and he's not really my 'Master'. I guess it would be most accurate to describe him as my owner. I met him when my ex did some match-making. He knew my kinks and what an insatiable bottom I had become, and he knew what kind of relationship I wanted to explore. Sometime after we broke up (which was on good terms), my ex contacted me and said he'd met someone who might be compatible with my desires. Jerry and I swapped some photos, exchanged a few emails, and met for a couple of fuck sessions before I drew up the contract. Basically, the contract stated that for the period of seventeen months Jerry owned me. I was his property - all six feet, one hundred-sixty pounds of me. Not his 'boy', just his property. He told me what to wear (if anything), when to sleep, when to eat, and I had to ask permission to use the bathroom. He made all my decisions. Most importantly (to me, at least) he owned my body. I became nothing more than a toy for him to use for his pleasure however and whenever he saw fit. As he instructed, I spent more time at his place than mine, and while in his presence was almost always naked. In addition, Jerry forbade me from speaking without having first obtained permission. I usually only ever spoke to answer a question or ask to use the bathroom. Most of the time his answer was yes. He would grope me whenever I walked past (and I would always wait until he was finished before continuing on my way), feed me his piss if he was out working in the yard and didn't want to come in, or just didn't feel like getting up, and even mounted me in the kitchen once while I was washing dishes at the sink. I felt his hand on my ass and heard his zipper, so I set down the dish I was holding, spread my feet apart, and leaned forward so he could enter me. With his hands on my shoulders, he rode me in silence for a few minutes, except for some grunting, and then ruffled my hair when he pulled out. He did that a lot, and it made me feel like I was seventeen, instead of twenty-seven. Friday nights after dinner, when he frequently instructed me to 'get ready for company', which I knew meant that I should wash, inside and out, and then climb into the bed in the second bedroom. I knew to then slip my legs into a large, wide loop of fabric, somewhat stretchy, (although not as much as a bungee cord), and settle just above my knees. Then I'd lay back and hook the strap behind my neck so it would keep my legs spread and my feet in the air. There were two pairs of handcuffs attached to the headboard, but I could only fasten one myself. Jerry would come in to fasten the other before company arrived. In addition he would also sometimes affix a blindfold. 'Company' consisted of a few friends of his with high-stress jobs who needed some relief by the end of the week. Not a grudge-fuck per-se, just a serious hard-pounding, heart-rate-elevating, ball-draining session. Judging from the way that some of them would collapse and melt against me after blasting like a cannon, they really needed it. And I was happy to be of service. His friends would stop in at other times as well. Sometimes in the middle of the week he would even call them to let them know I was there, and they would take turns using me on the living room floor. Sometimes they didn't take turns, but just used me both at once. Occasionally one of Jerry's buds would bring a friend of his own that Jerry hadn't met. I always thought it was hot to hear his bud make introductions, and hear Jerry talk about me as though I wasn't there. He make comments such as "Yeah, it's nice and tight, you'll love it," and "Use 'em as a urinal too, either hole. Doesn't matter." I found it really hot that he treated me as if I wasn't even a person, just a couple of holes for them to use. I was a urinal, but not a toilet (no scat). That was one stipulation on which we had both agreed. But I never thought twice about spreading for any of them because I had signed a contract. Jerry owned me, and decided who fucked me and how they could use me. Jerry even decided whether or not they used a rubber. He hardly ever wore one himself, and guys usually used me bare. I assumed those guys who wrapped were poz, and in any event, every two months Jerry took me to a different clinic, and instructed me to get tested for HIV. As this was one of the stipulations he wanted in our contract, I had no reason to object. I never actually saw the results of the HIV screening as, when the results came in the mail, I always handed over the un-opened envelope to Jerry. As I had given Jerry a copy of the key to my apartment, I wasn't all that surprised when, on a few occasions, I was awakened in the middle of the night to find a strange man undressing in the bedroom of my own apartment, who explained his presence by saying "Jerry sent me." On one such occasion I awoke when such man was handcuffing me to my own headboard. I'd rub my eyes and mumble, "Oh, okay," then pull the covers back and pull my knees up to spread for him. It always amused me how the man would instantly bone up when he saw that I understood why he was there. And as soon as the man unloaded, he would unceremoniously dress and split, so I would just roll over and go back to sleep. On this occasion I arrived at the hotel room and stuffed the note into my pocket as I turned the knob, not bothering to knock. The door was unlocked as usual, and I let myself in, locking it behind me. I'd unlock it again later. I stripped, folded my clothes, and put them into a small suitcase that Jerry had left in the middle of the bed. Then I showered, took an enema, and unlocked the door to place the suitcase in the hall outside the door. Jerry had set up a few parties like this in hotels before. He would send his friends to find me in the room already naked and ready for use. Usually he was there too, but a couple of times he was absent. Leaving the door unlocked, I selected two pairs of handcuffs from among the other toys Jerry had left in the room. By first attaching them to my wrists I was also able to cuff both of my wrists to the headboard. Then all I had to do was wait. I lay on my back...spread...naked...watching the doorway. The door to the hallway was out of my line of vision, but I watched the doorway to the bedroom with my heart racing and my cock so hard I thought the skin would split. I watched the clock on the nightstand...seven thirty, seven thirty-three, seven thirty-seven. Finally, I heard the door open slowly, and someone called, "Hello? Do I have the right room?" "Yes," I replied, as I saw him move into the doorway. "Nice...!" he said with a grin as he pulled off his shirt. He was about fifty, with a receding hairline, but in very good shape for a man of his age. Then he pulled off his shoes, and I heard the door open again. He looked over his shoulder and called, "This is it, man! In here!" A bearish red-haired man in his forties moved into the doorway, and grinned when he saw me. I didn't know either of them, but I thought the redhead looked familiar. I watched them both undress, and they kept grinning at me. Then the redhead said, "Jerry showed us a photo, but it wasn't a nude." Then I extended the formal invitation that Jerry taught me was appropriate for the times that he wasn't present. "I am Jerry's cumdump, and he's decided to share me with you for the night. Use me however you want. Toys and lube are on the desk, if you like. There are only three rules...No scat. No permanent marks. Condoms are, of course, optional." "Jerry is very generous," said the first guy, and he took the bottle of lube off the desk and handed it to his friend. "You go first, man. I gotta piss." The redhead took the bottle, lubed his cock, and climbed onto the bed. So did the first man. Then I understood. I tilted my head back a bit and opened my mouth as he straddled my face. He dropped his semi-hard cock into my mouth and I started to suck. After two or three pulls, I felt his piss filling my mouth and began to gulp. Salty and bitter, I kept swallowing as I felt his friend lift my legs onto his shoulders and work his cock into me. "Aw, damn that feels good. Drink it all, kid." The redhead groaned and kept pushing steadily until he was balls-deep. Then he started a steady rhythm of fucking with my cock mashed under his furry belly, leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I thought I heard them making out over me, but of course I couldn't see anything. When the first guy was finished pissing, I kept sucking his cock until it got hard. I heard movement in the room, and the first guy said, "Hey guys, c'mon in and take a number." Finally, the redhead slammed into me, and I felt him shudder as he emptied his balls into me. "Fuck!" he grunted as he pulled out and got off the bed. Then the first guy pulled out of my mouth and moved between my legs, announcing "My turn!" When he moved out of the way, I could see that the new guys to arrive were three black men, all pretty fit. I placed their ages from twenty-something to late fifties. Jerry seemed to really enjoy watching me being used by black men. I remember one hotel party that was all black men except for Jerry himself. Eleven men used me that night, several times each. I lost track of the number of loads I took then. This particular party was smaller, only seven men showed up in total. There were a few times when I was left alone in the room between men, just waiting for the next guy to show up. One guy even walked in and didn't even bother undressing. He just unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and shoved it in without any lube...not that he needed it with all the cumloads already in me. He fucked with deep grinding thrusts, like he was trying to climb up inside me, and when he finally came, he didn't make a sound...just a kind of grunting sigh. Then he pulled out, got up and left, slamming the door. I didn't even know that the session was over until the last guy pulled out and then undid my handcuffs. "That's it, man." he said. "I'm the last one." I rubbed my wrists to get the circulation going again. As he was dressing, he explained. "Jerry couldn't make it this time, but he gave me a letter to give you. It's on the desk." Then he just said, "See ya," and left. I took another shower, and washed out all the cum, then went to the hall to get the suitcase. I was glad that it was still there. Once, the housekeeping staff had picked it up by mistake, and I had to call the front desk so they could bring it back. I got dressed, packed the suitcase with the un-used toys from the desk, and left it at the foot of the bed. I didn't bother making up the bed, because I knew that Housekeeping would want to change the sheets. On my way out, I picked up the letter from the desk, and locked the door. I was a little surprised that Jerry wasn't there this time, since it was the last day of our contract and his last opportunity to use me. I figured the letter would explain. I opened the envelope as I walked down the hall and pulled out a single sheet. It was very short, and read: "Steven--the seventeen months are over, and I hereby release you from your contract. I am very pleased to have had the opportunity to own you, even for a short time, and have been extremely satisfied with your service. I should tell you that your HIV test from March came back positive." (It was now October) "You may have noticed about that time I began wearing condoms when I used you. Regardless, I will gladly provide a glowing reference to any future owners seeking to enter into a contract with you. Jerry. Masterful1@gmail.com" I read that third sentence again. And again. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Relieved? Glad? Betrayed? After all, I DID give up complete control to HIM. I gave myself up for him to use, and he did use me. He used me and abused me, taking full advantage of the control he had over me. That was what I had wanted. That was what had gotten me so turned on - to be used with total disregard - however Jerry saw fit. And apparently he saw fit to let me be used by poz men. It must have been part of Jerry's fantasy to use a neg bottom until the bottom converted, knowing that he, Jerry, had forever changed the bottom's life. Or was it? Did he actually try to get me infected, or had it just happened...I can't really say 'accidentally', rather...un-intentionally. I guess I wouldn't know unless I actually asked him. I stood there staring at the note for several minutes. Finally, I decided that I would send him an email and ask if he was interested in renewing our contract.

I have been doing this for some time now. When I am cruising around a sex club or bath house and I see a used condom, I always pick it up and use any cum inside as a nice free lube for my ass. This past weekend I was on all fours in a local bath house dark room and I felt several used condoms on the bench. I picked each one up and squeezed the hot load out onto the ass. Felt great to feel it drip down my crack and ultimately be used for lube for the next few guys who bred me.

I don't have the time for daily breeding usually, but the more I get, the more I want -- sharing sperm is a more intimate and satisfying experience to me; plus the naturally occurring nutrients in cum are good for us, too.

Looking for new slaves to own and pimp out in NYC

This story got me so hot reading it that I almost let loose of a hot load in my pants while reading it. WOW Have now read it about 6or 7 times and it is still just as hot.​

was there last week, went to club columbus, sucked 3 guys off and got fucked in the dark room with the sling in it. also have a regular that does me anytime I am in town.

I'd been seeing this sawed-off Daddy for awhile. His cock was about five inches in length, and as fat as a beer can. He was mostly a glory hole sucker and ass eater, but after enough begging he finally agreed to fuck me. He fucked me raw in his sling, stopping many times during to rest an eat my hole, but eventually I couldn't take it any more and needed to cum. He fucked me til I shot. Then I asked him if he wanted to cum. He said he was "overstimulated" and wouldn't be able to. The next morning I was taking a piss and felt as if I needed to fart. When I did so, a HUGE cumload blew out of my ass all over the tile floor. I texted him and told him he shot an enormous load in my ass the night before. He swore up and down that he didn't cum in me. Yeah right. I told him it was fucking hot and that I had used his cum to jack myself off that morning before leaving for work. And every time after that he fucked his load into me without reservation.

this is how daddy/master keeps me for the weekend for total access

I was a cock whore starting at 12. Our yard man was a Dark skinned black man in his 70's . He was not good looking but had a working man's body. I have red hair and very white skin and grey eyes...always very athletic and at the time was running cross country track. He always came Saturday morning, and in winter he would come alone, not too much to do. My parents were gone somewhere and Mr. Green ( I don't know his first name) was working in the backyard so I stripped and walked thru the glass walled den naked and acted like I didn't know he was there. I put on a fuckin show, little whore that I was. I remember pretending that I lost the tv remote and got on all fours to look under the coffee table. Then I "noticed" him outside looking at me. I went upstairs and made sure he could see me spying on him. He disappeared then I heard a knock at the back door. I put on some shorts and he said my parents were to have left payment. I asked him to come inside. There was some small talk and I told him my parents were gone. He asked if I wanted to go for a ride. His truck was a beater and smelled of gasoline. We drove to a house and pulled to the back. It was not his house - it was that of another family for which he did yard work. The house was empty, of course. He started rubbing his crotch and I could not believe what I saw. Nine plus inches and fat. I remember the smell of his crotch, the weight of his cock, and how he held my head when he came. He made no sound and no warning when he came and he held my head down so tightly I barely tasted his come just the after taste. I loved that instinct to swallow and cum going from cock directly to throat. A month or two later we got together again. I told him I wanted him to fuck me, he was hesitant, I was ready my hole was lubed with my mom's KY. I had been jerking off to the idea for over a month, and had discovered where to score poppers so I knew I could take it. We drove to a different house and pulled into their garage this time. We never left the truck though. I blew him then he laid on his back, I straddled him and rubbed my hole on his cock, rubbed my body like a whore, and whimpered. He grabbed my hips and squeezed my ass then roughly pinched my nipples as he would a whore in heat. I had brought a small paper bag with Vaseline (what did I know?) and a bottle of poppers. I asked him if he minded if I took a hit, he had no idea what it was. I said I didn't really know but it made getting fucked easier. I took a hit, handed him the bottle, and tried to ease down, he just stared at me. It was not successful, so he told me to move up to him. He started fingering my hole, I started riding his fingers, we were to two fingers when I had another hit of poppers. Then he put in three and I was in heaven. I slid down and right onto his bare uncut dick. He looked shocked and the started bucking like a sledge hammer. I got up and squatted on him and because I slowed down he knew some more poppers would get me going again. He held them up to me and let me do my inhaling. All the while he just stared at me like pit bull when you have no idea what he's thinking. I rode him while he watched me enjoy myself. When he came there was no sound from him but I could feel his cock throb, I kept riding until his dick slid out, with a lot of cum. I wanted to lap it up but didn't know if it would gross him out. I didn't bring a towel. I moved off of him and he re positioned himself behind the steering wheel, reached his hands to the cum pool, scooped up the jizz, and fed it to me. I licked and nursed on his rough calloused hands with the taste of ass, cum and gasoline.