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Okay, another long build-up...but I think it's worth it! Chapter 6 The first one through the door was Father Scorpion, and he didn’t look pleased. At least he was wearing street clothes, a navy polo, jeans and work boots, and not that dopey robe. He was followed by what looked to be the rest of the frat minus Aaron and Ike. “Prefect, what is this I hear? The Novice hasn’t been continuously bred starting at first light, according to our customs. We must ensure that the conversion takes hold. And you sent one of your Brothers out to buy the newest member something to eat? Explain yourself!” he demanded. I felt Mike tense, and his dick started to soften inside of me. Before he could even take a breath, I fired back at Daddy Scorpio. “Do you mind? Have you ever heard of knocking?!?” Just as it happened during my initiation, the room went silent. Mike gasped, and went completely still. “How dare you address me that way! You aren’t even officially of the brotherhood yet. You will be punished…” “How?” I said contemptuously. All my anger was now directed at him. It wasn’t Mike’s fault, not really, not anyone who’d been infected and somehow imprisoned by this lunatic. “I can make your life very difficult,” he said with heavy emphasis on each word. “Oh, really?” I answered. “Darr, please don’t…” “Don’t shush me, Mike. This is between me and ‘The Father,’” I said making the quote marks around the title audible. I returned to my offensive. “So what are you going to do to me? Drug me, tie me up and have twenty-one guys rape me? Oops, you already did that.” I heard gasps and suppressed laughter from the others; Father Scorpion looked as if he was going to have an apoplexy. “Or maybe you’ll infect me with an incurable illness? Oops, did that too. So what’s left?” “You will obey me,” he snarled. “You aren’t going anywhere, and once the infection takes hold, I’ll be holding the keys to the medicine that will keep you alive.” “What are you talking about? I’m covered by my parent’s health insurance, I don’t need you,” I said, putting every ounce of contempt I could muster in the last word. He laughed. “What will you tell your parents? That you’re gay and infected with HIV?” “Yeah. They know I’m gay. And I’ll tell them the whole story.” “It’ll be your word against mine,” the Father said ominously. “There will be no proof, and none of my loyal sons will step forward and corroborate your version of events. In fact, they’ll all say how you threw yourself at Mike, even though he tried to discourage you.” “I’m up for it if you are. By the way, my dad is a top litigation partner in one of the largest law firms in the country. Even if there’s not enough evidence for a criminal case, he’ll sue the pants off you and this university. And don’t be so sure that no one else will back me up.” His eyes widened at that one. “And you can’t have me expelled from your little club or the university, because I know too much. So here’s the deal, Daddy Scorpio. I have nothing left to lose, and I have you to thank for it. Back off, old man, before I pull the plug on you.” The Father was clearly seething. “You will pay for this.” “Yeah, right. ‘Begone before someone drops a house on you!’” He turned a stalked out of the room; a few of the guys who’d come with him followed, the rest stayed, looking shocked. “Where did that come from?” Mike asked, incredulous. “What do you mean?” “No one has ever spoken to him like that,” said Aiden, one of the Acolytes. “Why not? What is it? Can’t you all see he’s nothing but a pathetic, petty little tyrant?” “He does give us the meds, Darr,” said Mike. Something wasn’t making sense to me. “He’s not the only one who has access.” “Yeah, but not all of us are the children of highly-paid professionals. Some depend on scholarships and work study programs to get by. It’s hard to pay for expensive prescriptions on top of everything else. And some of us,” he gulped, “can’t tell our families. My dad and mom would go ballistic. My entire family is born-again Christians. On both sides.” I was finally beginning to understand The Father’s hold on these guys. “He withholds the meds as punishment, and has us take a drug holiday every year when new freshman are pledging so that our viral loads go up and we can pass along the virus more easily,” Mike finished. I was suddenly afraid, not for myself, but for the others who were vulnerable in ways I hadn’t even considered. He couldn’t do much to me, really, but what if he hurt someone…like Mike. What have I done? His erection had completely subsided, and his dick slipped out of me. I felt the emptiness keenly. “We need to have a meeting,” Mike said, and started to pull on his clothes. “I’m sorry, Mike. I didn’t know,” I said, pleading with him. “Yeah, I know,” he said with a grimace. He grinned weakly. “It was great to watch you in action.” He started for the door, then stopped and said, “Someone has to stay here with him. I wouldn’t put it past The Father to arrange a convenient accident.” “When are you coming back?” I said, anguished at the worry I’d caused. He gave me another ghostly grin. “Can’t stand to be away from me for a minute? I’ll be back. Carlos, lock the door and stay with him. You can use those biceps for something other than hoisting barbells or passing a football. I’ll fill you in later.” Everyone filed out after him, except Carlos, who locked the door as Mike had ordered. I recognized him as the Latino guy with the huge dick and lousy hygiene. There was an awkward silence. “Hey, man, you were great,” Carlos said. “Thanks,” I answered glumly. “I didn’t mean to make everybody’s life harder.” He sat next to me, and took my hand. “Don’t back down. I been here four years, the same as Mike, and I’ve never seen The Father like that. I think you shook him up pretty bad.” “Mike?” “No, The Father.” “Does he have an actual name? Who is this guy?” “Ron Zetcher. He’s the football coach, but he’s got his fingers in everything here. A lot of us are on football scholarships, and the team is the main thing here. It’s all tied up with fundraising for the University, so he ends up with a lot of clout.” There was a tap at the door. Carlos stood, moving to shield me from a possible threat. “Who is it?” he asked suspiciously. “Aaron. I’ve got Darren’s food.” I hadn’t realized how tense I was until I heard a friendly voice. Carlos unlocked the door. “Honey, what did you do!!?” Aaron exclaimed as he handed me a bag with the food I’d asked for. Too bad I wasn’t hungry anymore. “Everyone said you scared off The Father.” “Yeah, I guess I did.” Aaron laughed, “I’m sorry I missed it. You have to give me your version later, I better get back downstairs.” He turned to leave, and then said over his shoulder, “And Carlos, behave yourself.” Carlos grinned, and re-locked the door. “You should eat,” he said. “I’m not hungry.” “Yeah, but you were cleaned out completely while you were under, so we could all fuck you. You gotta replenish yourself, guy, or you’ll get sick.” “I’m already sick, remember?” And then it all hit me. I was more or less imprisoned here, and had likely made things impossible for the guy I was hoping would get me out in time to get the medicine that would save me. I started to cry. “Hey, hey, hey,” Carlos said, sitting next to me again, and hugging me. “It’s gonna be all right, you’ll see. Between you and Mike and everybody else, I know we’ll figure out something.” “I’m so scared,” I sniffled into his tight, clingy t-shirt. “What’s going to happen to me? How is it having HIV, is it really hard?” “It’s not the greatest thing, but you get used to it. The meds they got will take care of it. And you’re strong, you’ll be okay.” I gave a last few sniffles. “Is there any tissue? I don’t want to use your shirt as a handkerchief.” He looked around, found a box of Kleenex in the closet, and handed it to me. I dried my eyes, and lay back down. “Oh, baby, don’t look like that,” Carlos said, stretching out next to me, kissing me on the forehead and putting a beefy arm across me, propping himself on his elbow. “Look like what?” “Like your life is over. There’s great things about being poz. You can relax and have sex without worrying about it anymore. I mean, you could still pick up the clap or something, but if you go with the right guys, ones who take care of themselves, it’s great.” I was suddenly aware of his body, the way the t-shirt clung to his shoulders and chest, the warmth that radiated off of him. Our eyes met, and my lips felt dry, so I licked them. “I think I’m hungry now,” I said. He grinned wolfishly. “Me, too,” and lowered his head and kissed me on the mouth. I found myself helpless to do anything but kiss him back. The bitch in heat thing was still with me in force. He shifted to lie on top of me, with nothing but his soft, skin-tight t-shirt, loose linen drawstring pants and the sheet between us. I could feel his monstrous dick starting to stir as he intensified the kiss. “Oh, baby,” he said, and started kissing my neck. “I’m so sorry about last night. We were trying to make it look like we weren’t with Mike.” I gasped and shivered, but still asked “Why?” Carlos pulled away and smiled down at me. “We were planning a coup, gonna take over the frat. Looks like you jumpstarted it. But forget that now. I want to show it’s not just my buddy Miguelito who knows how to make love. We Latins are the best.” I mustered a weak smile. “Didn’t Aaron say to behave?” “Ah, forget him,” he said, and went back to kissing my neck and shoulders, pinning me in place with his heavy, muscular body. I twisted and writhed under him. He certainly knew how to zero in on my hotspots. “You are a fidgety little thing,” he said, teasing me. “Hold still,” and then he went back to kissing my neck, and followed my jaw line to my left ear. He began to lick my ear, and then closed his mouth over it and used his lips along with his tongue. I groaned, and felt him push my legs apart…or did I open them, and push closer to him? I wasn’t sure who was doing what to whom anymore. “Yeah, baby, this is what you need, a man to make love to you. Don’t worry about anything, you’ll be safe as long as I’m around. I won’t let anybody hurt you,” he whispered, and then switched to kissing and licking the right ear. “Carlos, oh, God…” “What, baby?” It tore out of me. “Fuck me again. I want your hot poz cum inside of me, I want that monster dick of yours to rip me to pieces.” “My plan exactly,” he said, and kissed me on the mouth. My arms were around his neck; his skin was completely smooth and soft underneath my fingers. I worked my arms down his back, and felt his butt which was just as muscular as the rest of him. “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it. Play with my butt.” He began to rub against me, and I could feel his hardening dick against my own. “It really turns me on.” We kissed for a little longer, and then he was pinning my arms to the bed, and rising to his knees above me. He pulled off his t-shirt, and I must have goggled at his bulging pecs and arms, along with his perfectly flat gut. And his body was hairless; somehow I hadn’t noticed during the initiation. He looked down, smiled and then flexed for me. “Like my body?” “It’s a work of art,” I said, trying to sit up. “Just lay back, baby. Follow my lead.” He moved forward, and pressed his crotch against my face. “Sniff out that crotch, boy. Yeah, that’s it. I got all showered and cleaned up just for you,” he said, pulling my head against his hardening dick, trapped by his underwear. “Inhale, let me hear it.” I did as he asked, feeling extremely excited by his easy, natural dominance. “Yeah, now kiss it for me. Kiss my cock, oh, baby, go for the balls, that’s it.” I was under him, my head between his thighs; His scent was strong and clean, like freshly cut wood. Wood being the operative word. Then he was turning around to push his butt in my face. He had a huge body-builder’s butt, one that could rival Rafael Nadal’s justly famous backside. “Yeah, bury your face in my ass, boy. Worship that man’s butt, get your nose right in the crack.” I did as he asked. “Oh,” he groaned, “that feels so good. Now kiss it. Let me hear you kiss it.” He was pulling down his thin linen pants to reveal a pair of tighty whities that stretched over his muscular ass, and then pushed his ass crack back over my nose. “Like that, baby? How’s it smell? That’s how a man’s ass should smell. Kiss it for me. Lick it, let me feel your tongue in my crack.” I had never been so turned on by anyone outside of Mike. With him, it was more…gentle, less frantic. But for now I was completely caught up in this moment, servicing this hot muscle hunk. Carlos pulled down his underwear, now completely naked. He slowly spread his ass cheeks so I could see his ass hole. “You know what I want. First you sniff it,” I did as he said and he pushed hard against me; I could feel precum leaking off his dick onto my chest. “Now kiss it…yeah, just like that, little kisses…don’t stop till I say so.” He moaned with pleasure. “Lick it, eat it, taste your man.” His dick was now dribbling continuously, and he turned around and brought his dick to my lips. “Just kiss it, don’t suck, or I’ll cum, and I want to save it for that sweet little ass of yours.” I delicately applied my lips to the front of his massive meat; I couldn’t have gotten it in my mouth anyway. My jaws weren’t double-jointed. I began to slip my tongue between my lips as I kissed his swollen shaft, and his hips bucked. “Gotta do it now, gotta fuck you hard.” He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pushed against my still-lubed ass, slipping in without too much trouble. He pressed my thighs to my chest, kissed me feverishly. I was completely pinned in place, unable to move, and not really wanting to. “I love fucking an ass that’s full of cum,” he said as he began to pump in and out. “And I can taste my ass on your lips, smell it on your face. It gets me really hot,” he said in a low voice. He was hitting my hotspot with his huge dick, massaging it with each powerful thrust. He was so big and thick, the pressure was constant, and my dick began to leak precum. “Yeah, you like it baby, don’t you, you like being used by a man. And your sweet little butt was made just for my big Latino cock to fuck.” “No,” I gasped, “your big cock was made for my butt,” and I pushed my hips towards him as he hammered his dick into me, and I reached around to toy with his big balls, tickling right where his ball sac met his body, and down at the bottom, right on his testicles. I could feel him losing control at that light touch. “Here it comes,” he said panting, his thrusts going wild, his balls slapping against me. “Cum with me, shoot your load while I fill you with my dirty leche,” he said. That was it for both of us. I began to shoot another load – it was like I was always ready to go now. Carlos had pushed his entire dick inside me, his back arched, and he was groaning and speaking in Spanish, thrusting against me as his balls emptied inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, and kissed me deeply. “You are one hot little piece,” he said. “Miguelito is a lucky son of a bitch.” I could only wonder if Mike would agree with him. Glad to help relieve your...tensions!

PART 11 "Well, little white boy. How are you doing?" asked Dad in his hypnotic light whisper with his resonant basso voice as he moved off the bed and came to stand at the end of the sling. "Are you still wanting to be my little white boy now that you know? Oh, yes; LaRon told me he had told you. He reported your seeing his lesions and knew exactly when you saw them for what they are." He smiled big with great pride I could see. Dad's aroma hit my nostrils; I breathed in deeply the smell of him and his leather. "You know there is no turning back. You know you belong to me and my family of boys forever." When his smooth inviting and intoxicating voice finished, I shook my head up and down vigorously. He no longer had to command my obedience because I ached to hear him tell me that I indeed was his poz white boy but not for just tonight but forever. I knew he need only nod his head or cast a look in some direction or point his finger, and I would without hesitation obey. I needed to please him from a primal inner yearning so deep seated within me that had grown so massively in such short time. Dad stood watching me for a few minutes. He then moved around the sling stopping at my right side. He took his beautiful black right hand and began rubbing my ankle. He moved to my calf, knee, thigh, hip, belly finishing at my right nipple. He gently flicked the tip sending a great shower of pain through my body causing me to twist in agony. I was disappointed in myself. When I recovered, my eyes pleaded with him not to lose faith in me but to let me learn more. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I chanted religiously. His fingers carefully and tenderly began slowly unscrewing the clamp on my right nipple. The blood began to rush back into the nipple sending more sparks of pain. I bit down hard on the black rubber dick in my mouth; my eyes glistened with tears as I squeezed them almost closed; and my body screamed for relief. He repeated the same to my left nipple. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. He reached down unsnapping the parachute from around my balls letting them flop downward. He dropped the parachute over my head letting it hit the floor. As his hands reached for my head, I raised it allowing him access to unleash the mouth gag which he removed. I breathed deeply taking in a great quantity of air. He tossed the gag, tubing, and funnel over onto the bed. He released both wrists and moved back to stand between my upward reaching legs and released my ankles from their restraints. He took each foot and carefully inserted each into a leather hoop for comfort. "Each of my boys have been where you are now. You may rise and leave; I will even help you. Or you may stay and finish becoming my new white boy for tonight," he intoned in a hushed voice of paternalism. "You are free to choose and must decide now." Without hesitating, I in the clearest of voice that I could muster said, "I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. Not for just tonight though but forever." I looked into his eyes not knowing what to expect. Dad stood there. "Your brothers that came to me years ago made you a part of our family that is growing. But, it is I, your Daddy, who will accept you and your sacrifice. If you want to be my little white boy forever as you claim, you will learn much more than what you have tonight. In time, you will teach others who will join my family. You will obey your brothers and submit to them whenever and wherever they command you. You will do so unhesitatingly and with great joy," Dad calmly said in his spellbinding whisper as he smiled down on me. "I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do," I repeated my pledge and oath. "Daddy, I need to belong to you."

PART 4 "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Darin heard the wail of climax just as he felt his fucker shove the thick uncut dick into his ass and hold it there as the beginning of the first wave of cum raced through the dick and into his ass. A fusillade of cum shots was released and blasted into Darin's ass. Each shot injected into his ass a thick glob of protein where it splattered outward smearing and coating his lining with the gooey off white liquid. The thick goop spread out and coated the head of the dick and seeped backward. Some was forced further into Darin as there was room for it. More and more of this glorious pay dirt flooded into Darin. Darin was heaving with excitement of having been fucked and taken another load of cum in his ass. His fucker was heaving at how exhausted he was for having had such a hot ass to bang. His dick was all tingly feeling now and his balls were at last relaxing themselves as the last of the fluid was ejected. Time passed with each man recovering in his own way. "Ahhh, you're a good puta," Darin's bus stop companion said and began chuckling as he slapped Darin's ass playfully. Slowly, he began to pull his deflating dick from Darin's hole. When it popped out, Darin as quick as he could swung himself around lowered his head to take the slick coated dick into his mouth once more where he bathed it and sucked off all the evidence of having been in his ass. Darin tasted all the fuck juices and cum residue and shook inwardly at the taste. He loved the taste. He let the dick slide from his mouth. The two stood and dressed. Darin picked up his backpack. The two said nothing more but carefully looked out from their lair. They each stepped out dusting off their clothes and once more looked around. Darin hesitated then took off his backpack pulling out a notepad and pen. He wrote his name and number on a sheet tearing the page off and handing it to his fucker who looked at it. "If you ever want to fuck this puta again, give me a call," Darin said. "You're hot, and you have a hot dick and know what to do with it." "Man, would like to but my momma would slit my throat if she knew I banged man butt," he said handing back the note. "Maybe we meet again one day." He turned and walked back out of the alley returning to the bus stop. Darin followed behind at a respectable distance. The bus pulled up to the curb, and the doors opened. Six riders climbed the steps finding separate areas of the bus where they would sit quietly minding their own business as they went about their business. The blocks passed by with more riders joining the bus as a few departed. The almost three miles to Darin's apartment passed quickly as he remembered his night and his night cap as he had begun to think of the alley. He smiled contentedly. He looked through the windshield of the bus, reached up and pulled the cord as he stood from his seat. He walked back to the rear exit. The bus came to a halt, and the door clicked as the light over it came on. Darin stepped down and off the bus. He turned looking in the direction from which he had just come to check on the traffic. He needed to get into a tub of hot water and soak. The bus moved off and out of his way. No traffic coming. Darin stepped out into the street to cross and looked to his right for traffic. There was no vehicular traffic coming from that direction either. But, there was foot traffic that caught up to him in the middle of Foster Avenue and saying not a word matched his footfalls all the way to his front door and inside his apartment where he would return many more times. And, momma never found out.

I was visiting Montreal for the first time and I found a charming guesthouse on AirBNB. It’s behind the home of a gay couple named Frank and Samuel. Frank is a college history professor and looks the part with salt and pepper hair, a masculine bushy mustache and fit runner’s body. His partner Samuel is a contractor, African-American, big and beefy from years of manual labor and a commitment to weight training. It is obvious they were still very much in love. My plan for the week was to see the sights, decompress from several stressful months at work and check out the local scene. I didn't really have much of an agenda - apart from relaxing and having a good time. My first night in town, I went to bed early because I was utterly spent from traveling. The next morning, I joined Frank on the patio for some coffee and breakfast. He asks me about my life back in California, what I hope to see in the city, typical small talk and then our of nowhere, as I was rinsing my coffee cup in the sink, he asked “So how many loads are you hoping to take this trip?” “Excuse me?” I managed to spurt-out. “I think you heard me,” he replied with a laugh. “Look, when you got in last night, I saw that you logged on to Scruff, so I took a chance that you might have the same screen name on BBRT. From the moment you first walked in here, something told me you were a barebacker…and sure, enough, there you were: the same basic stats, a hot body shot, obviously taken in the same room as the Scruff face shot. And I really like that you’re a four quadrant fucker.” “I’m so embarrassed,” I managed to reply. “Don’t be,” he said, spreading his legs a bit on the chair so his fat cockhead appears below the hem of his nylon running shorts. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” “What’s a four quadrant fucker?” I asked. “On BBRT, take loads oral, give loads oral, take loads anal, give loads anal,” he explained. “You were yes, yes, yes and yes. A four quadrant fucker.” “I like sharing things,” I replied with a smile. “Well, Samuel and I have a rule,” he explains, taking on a stern tone. “No one who stays with us is allowed to have strange men come over to breed them.” “I wasn’t planning—“ I stammered. “…unless we breed our guest first,” finished Frank. “When were you thinking this would happen?” I say, stroking my rock hard cock in my sweats, my pre-cum already leaking like crazy. “I’ve signed up for a city bus tour in two hours but I can cancel it. I think I’m more in the mood to take seed than take a tour.” “No reason you can’t do both,” says Frank. “I love the idea of the hot American riding around on a bus tour with a bunch of tourists with my cumload marinating in his ass, strangers smelling it but not knowing what it is, you being freaked out the whole time because you’re afraid it’s going to leak out and everyone will know what a cumwhore you are.” Frank picks up his cell phone and Facetimes with his lover Samuel who’s on a job site. “Hey, babe, any chance you can take your lunch early? We were right about Randy, total cumtaker. And he wants to milk a load out of you as soon as possible to get his trip started right.” “I can be there in fifteen minutes,” says Samuel. “Don’t anybody blow before I get there.” “Samuel loves to watch men cum,” Frank explains to me. “Who doesn’t?” I say. “Even if I don’t see the actual load because it’s going inside,” says Samuel. “I love to watch the balls contract and the shudder go through the fucker’s body. Fuck, my dick is already throbbing. Check it out.” Frank turns his phone to me so I can see the screen. Samuel smiles to the camera then tilts the camera down to his crotch and pulls his massive hard-on out of his shorts. Jesus, it’s huge. “Look what’s heading your way, boy,” he teases. Samuel happens to be holding a hammer in his other hand and his fuckstick is twice as thick as the hammer and almost as long. “Holy shit,” I say, my hole twitching at the sight of it. “Screw in a few,” says Samuel. I head to my bathroom to clean out and when I come back, Frank is writing on a dry erase board by the refrigerator. “Remind me again how many days you’re here, Randy?” “Counting today, seven,” I say, curious as to where this is going. “How many loads do you want to take and give before you go back to the states?” “I don’t know,” I say. “Well, the last cumwhore who stayed here took 15 in a weekend and still managed to see the city. He’s not half as hot as you, and he was strictly a bottom. You like to give loads, too, so let’s shoot for 25,” says Frank before writing RANDY’S LOAD COUNT on the board. “We only count it if you take sperm up your ass or if you cum up their ass. And we go by the honor system so we’ll take your word for it.” “Holy shit,” I say, turned on by the challenge laid before me. “What do I get if I make it to 25?” “25 fucking loads, man,” says Frank, with a laugh. “Ain’t that enough? You’re going to get greedy now? You want some kind of trophy?” “I’ll settle for a certificate,” I joke. Frank grabs my hand and leads me back to the guesthouse but instead of going through the door to the bedroom where I’m staying, he opens another door that leads to a stairway. I follow Frank downstairs to a room that’s like something out of Better Homes and Breedings. In the center is a bed with black nylon, cum-resistant sheets. In one corner there’s a sling. Near that, is a fuckbench. One wall houses an assortment of sex toys of every size, shape an color. My favorite feature of the room, though, is the opposite wall. It’s painted black, like a chalkboard, and all the studs who have fucked and bred here have signed it in sperm-white; some with their names, some with initials, some with BBRT handles like fratseeder, cumcraver, floodmyguts, italbbtop. Frank pushes me over the fuckbench, pulls down my shorts and starts eating my hole. While I settle in to the rimming, I look up and read some of the inscriptions: “F & S, I’ve never come harder than when you both shot in me from different ends at the same time. Next time, I won’t waste my load on the fuckbench. I’ll sperm up your guts like you did mine.” “Samuel, thank you for pushing my face into Frank’s cummy trench. I never felched like that before and now I’m addicted.” “Thanks for turning me into the cumswapping barebacker I’ve always dreamed of being.” Other studs just wrote catchy slogans like “Raw Is Law,” “BBBH Forever” and my personal favorite: “My sofa pulls out but I don’t.” I’m laughing at that one when I feel Frank’s cockhead pierce my hole. “Oh fuck,” I say. “Don’t have a lot of time for foreplay if you’re going to catch that bus tour,” he says. “Plus, I’ve been wanting to get inside you ever since I saw your picture on line.” He makes strong consistent strokes, each going a centimeter or so deeper than the previous stroke until all 8 of his vieny inches are inside me. “Way to take that dick, stud,” he says, rocking his hips from side to side to let me get used to his cock. I turn on my milking muscles. “You feel that?” “Oh God, yes. That’s amazing,” he gasps. “But you better stop because I don’t want to cum yet.” “Okay, I’ll tone it down,” I say. “Drill me, fucker. Get me nice and open so when your cum shoots out inside me, it’ll hit the walls like a squirt gun going off.” “Lots of comments about your fat cockhead on the Wall of No Shame, I see,” I remark. “Next time, I want to nurse that thing with my mouth.” “Why don’t you do it now?” says Frank. I hesitate to respond. I’ve never done ass to mouth before. The idea has always turned me on but I’ve never had the nerve to go for it. “He’s never done ass to mouth before, I bet,” says Samuel who I didn’t realize had entered the room. “It’s okay, lots of people haven’t.” Samuel bends down, puts his face in front of mine and snakes his tongue down my throat. “But you want to now, don’t you?” “Yes,” I say. “Slap that hot buttsplitter on his tongue, Frank, before he changes his mind,” says Samuel. Frank snakes his dick out of ass. I open my mouth, close my eyes and wait. Time stands still of a moment and then I feel his legendary cockknob land on my tongue. He circles it around a few times before slowly sliding his fresh-from-my-ass cock down my throat. “Taste your ass on my rod,” says Frank. “Smell yourself on my bush.” Tasting the mixture of our sweat, his pre-cum and my ass juice on his dick is intoxicating. I’m hooked on A2M. “You like the way my dick tastes?” I just groan because my mouth is full. “Mmmmmm.” It’s then I hear Samuel spit and feel his wet saliva land on my ass. I think he might smooth it around with his fingers but no, he dives in tongue first, eats me out for a few seconds just to get my wet and then shoves his hammercock in me in one long stroke. I can’t help but pull of Frank’s dick and scream. “Fuck!” I yell. “You said you were in a hurry,” says Samuel as he pistons into my asshole. “You want me to stop?” “No, never,” I say. “Fuck my cumhole. Make it yours.” Samuel picks up the pace. The sounds of his cock head reaming through my asslips fills the room. Frank takes his cumstick out of my face and goes behind his husband to tweak his man nips. “My husband shoots huge,” says Frank. “Even when he’s already cum.” “Which I haven’t,” says Samuel. “Not in four days.” “Holy fuck, is that tour bus going to smell like fresh seed,” says Frank laughing. “That could be a little embarrassing,” says Samuel. “You want me to stop?” “Fuck no,” I moan. “Please, breed me. Please flood me with that hot sperm.” “I like how he said please,” Samuel says to Frank as my breath starts to get heavier. “Who says American boys have no manners?” “Flood my guts, Samuel!” I beg. “Please, please mark it with your seed.” Samuel picks up the pace to full-on pile driving, holding my shoulders tight so he doesn’t knock me through the wall. I feel his throbbing butt-splitter get even thicker in my hole and contract and release my ass muscles, getting us to the point of no return. There’s no no way he can’t breed me now. “It’s so sweet,” Samuel says to Frank. “You’re going to love sliding in here after I jizz him up.” “Do it,” I moan. “Give it to him, baby,” says Frank, who’s taken out his cell phone and is now pointing at the intersection of dick and ass, capturing the breed. “Breed me!” I shout. “Breed my ass!” “Here it cums, stud,” groans Samual. “I’m breeding you! Take my hot sperm! Suck it inside you!” With that, I feel rope after sticky rope of man-jizz pump into my hungry hole. It feels like a huge load, like I can almost feel it dripping down my ass-walls like wet paint. “I can feel it, fucker,” I gasp. “Keep it coming. I want every fucking drop inside me.” Samuel collapses on my back and I fall to my stomach, keeping my ass ring tight because I’m not ready to let that cock go. “You better hurry or you’ll miss your tour,” says Frank. “But you didn’t get to breed him, hon” says Samuel, his spent cock finally slithering out of my hole. “I can fuck him later,” says Frank. “Unless…” says Samuel. A few minutes later, Samuels barreling down the street in his SUV while Frank fucks me in the back seat. Every bump we hit, drives Frank’s dick deeper into me. “Fuck,” I moan. “That’s so fucking good, Frank.” “God, I love fucking a freshly bred ass,” says Frank between fuckstrokes. “GPS says we’ll be there in one minute,” says Samuel. “Give him your spunk, hon, and send him on his merry way.” “You ready to get bred again, Randy? You ready to take a huge sperm-load right up your ass?” “Cum in my ass, Frank!” I scream. “Give me that seed! “Unnnnngh! Unnnnnnghhh! I’m cumming! I’m breeding you! Fuckkkkkkkkk!” “Yes,” says Samuel over and over again as his lover’s load fills my hole. “Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.” “Oh fuck, that’s so good,” I say. I start to stroke my cock, thinking I’ll get off before I get on the bus. “Jerk off if you want,” says Frank, “but the load won’t count to your total unless it goes in someone’s ass.” “Fine,” I say, pulling away from Frank’s dripping dick. “I’ll save it. I’m serious about this shit.” “I’ll be happy to take the load when you get back home later,” says Frank. “Unless you find someone to shoot it in before then.” “I think we have a prime candidate,” says Samuel pointing out the window. There, greeting guests outside a double-decker tour bus is my guide for the afternoon; a little fire plug of a sex bomb; maybe 5’ 6” with a totally jacked body, Pacific Islander, with smooth dark brown ski, friendly eyes and a blinding white smile. “Do we think he’s a barebacker?” I ask Frank and Samuel. “Don’t know,” says Samuel. “But those khaki shorts practically scream ‘Breed Me’.” I pull my shorts up over my twice-loaded ass, get my backpack ready to cover my still hard cock and hop out of the truck. “Ooh, fuck,” I say. “I’m so squishy back there.” “You’re welcome,” says Samuel. “Don’t be late,” says Frank jokingly. “You know how we worry about you.” MORE TO COME...I HOPE. Hope you guys enjoy and if any of you dirty minded fuckers get into hot phone, shoot me a message and let's get off together.

I used to hook up with one guy all the time in the afternoon while his partner was at work. After a few months of play he invited me over for a threesome with his partner, but I had to pretend like we had never met prior. The whole deception added a level of taboo hotness to it.

Chapter 5 Instead, when I woke I was in Mike’s room, in his bed, and he was at the doorway arguing with someone. “No fucking way. He’s exhausted. He hasn’t had enough time to recover. I’m the Prefect, he is mine, and I’m the one who decides when he is ready.” The door banged shut, and I sighed with relief. “Darr, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” said Mike. Honey? What was up with that and the nickname? I sat up, wincing at the soreness of my ass and the muscles in my thighs. I wanted to rage at him, to scream at him. But I was naked, didn’t know where my clothes or my wallet were. I didn’t even know what day it was, and he’d just finished protecting me from someone who probably wanted to use me again. I said the first thing that popped into my head. And it was even true. “I’m hungry. What do I have to do around here to get something to eat?” He looked slightly relieved, then waggled his eyebrows. “Well, if you’re very nice to me…” “I was plenty nice to this entire fraternity already. Not that it really matters, but how long ago was that?” “Last night.” I felt oddly comforted that it’d only been a night. For all I knew, I could have been out for a month, though I suppose my parents would have come looking for me. If I could get out of here somehow, I’d be able to get to a clinic and get the drug that’d stop the infection. I hoped. And I was banking on catching this particular fly with “honey” rather than vinegar. If I could do that, my chances of getting away were probably much better. “What do you want?” he asked. “It’s just about noon.” “What have you got?” I asked, putting on a playfully seductive manner. He leered at me in the same spirit. “Anything you want. You’re the ‘Prefect’s consort,’ so I can tell any member to either make or buy you something.” I thought a minute. “Toasted poppy seed bagel with cream cheese and lox, orange juice and iced coffee.” “No problem,” he said, and headed towards the door, but then something struck me. “You’re not going to leave, are you?” I was afraid that if he wasn’t here I’d have to fight off the entire frat on my own. He grinned. “Can’t stand to be away from me for a minute, huh? I’ll send someone out. You’re too scrumptious to leave unprotected just now.” He opened the door and shouted, “Hey, Ike, come here, I need you.” The big, muscular black guy who had fucked me so brutally came to the door with an inquiring look on his face. “Can you or Aaron go out and get Darr something for brunch? I don’t want to leave him alone.” It was stupid of me, but I felt absurdly touched when he said that. It was his fault I was in this position, but at least he wasn’t going to abandon me. “No problem, Mike. We were just going out to pick up something to bring back here anyway.” Ike glanced at me, gulped, and looked back over his shoulder as if to check whether anyone was listening, then said in low voice “Darren, sorry about last night. Carlos and I were trying to make it convincing, but Mike tells me we overdid it.” I couldn’t really imagine what this apology could mean. It didn’t make much sense. “Ike,” Mike said warningly. “We’ll talk about this later.” I still didn’t understand, but I felt like I should say something. I mean even if it was a bullshit apology, I should at least acknowledge he’d made it. “Uh, okay, Ike. Thanks.” He gave me a tentative smile and then said to Mike, “All right, Now I’ll go bitch to everyone how you’ve turned me into an errand boy.” They laughed conspiratorially, and then Ike raised his voice and said “Okay you arrogant prick. I’ll buy your fucking pussy boy his breakfast,” and banged the door closed. “Mike, what the hell is going on here?” I asked. “We’ve got a lot of time to talk about that.” I rolled my eyes. “If you want to live beyond the next five minutes you don’t have much time at all,” I said. He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re so funny. I loved it when you called the Father ‘Daddy Scorpion,’ I nearly exploded because I couldn’t laugh out loud.” “Mike,” I said impatiently. He came over and sat next to me on the bed, and put an arm around me. “It’s a whole internal political battle here. I’ve got my allies and my double-agents, though for all I know they might be double-double agents, but I don’t think so.” He didn’t say anything more, so I prodded, “And….” “Later, okay, when Aaron and Ike get back. I just want to hold you for a minute.” His arms, solid, warm and comforting went around me, and he pulled me between his legs. I raised my face to his, our eyes met, and we kissed again. And even though I was plenty sore, just that touch was enough to make me remember how good it had been between us last night, and to start yearning for him again. He broke off the kiss, and just held me. “Darr, it’s messed up, but I’m really happy right now. It’s been so lonely here, but then I felt a connection as soon as we started talking at orientation. I had to bring someone back and I wanted it to be someone I could talk and laugh with, not just have sex.” Honey appeared to be working. “The fucking was pretty good with you,” I said pressing against him. “Pretty good?” Mike said disbelievingly, pulling away to look at me. “You came so hard you hit yourself in the face with your own load both times!” “Okay, I’ve never come that hard in my life,” I conceded. Satisfied?” He gave me a cocky smile, and pulled me close again. We shouldn’t have mentioned fucking. All right, I’m the one who mentioned it. Maybe there was something to all their dumb rituals, because I was starting to feel like a bitch in heat. Ave libidinem, indeed. Mike seemed to be feeling it too, if the erection I could feel growing through his jeans was anything to go by. He pulled back again and kissed me, then we were shifting so he was on top of me, kissing my neck. I gasped, and like a reflex action my legs were parting and he was between them, humping his crotch against my butt; then my legs wrapped around his waist, and I kissed him back, matching his hunger, our tongues tangling. Both of us were breathing heavily; I ran my hands down his back to his butt, then started pushing his t-shirt out of the way so I could touch his bare skin. He gave something between a moan and a growl, then broke of the kiss. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? You must still be sore…” “Yeah, and I don’t care,” I murmured back, and was surprised to realize I meant it. “I need you to fuck me again. I wish last night could have just been us.” He smiled down at me and tenderly said, “Ave libidinem.” “Fratres, in cupiditate” I answered. Then he kissed my forehead, eyes, cheeks, chin, finally settling on my lips. This time I broke off the kiss to say “Mike. I need it!” He grinned. “Anyone ever tell you you’re bossy?” He sat up and pulled off his t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. I reached over and undid the button on his jeans and opened the zipper. He pushed them lower, and with some awkward thrashing managed to get them off, and tossed the jeans on the floor, too. He brought his dick to my lips, and I licked the head and the shaft, then his balls, and knowing how much he enjoyed it, licked his musky ass. He moaned loudly, and reached down to pull my head against his butt more securely, and began to thrust his hips, rubbing his asshole over my mouth. “You have no idea how good that feels,” he said huskily. “So let me show you.” With that he was moving back, pushing my legs to my chest, and delving into my ass with his tongue. I gasped and inhaled sharply, now hugging my thighs hard against my chest, tilting my hips to give him easier access. He didn’t stop, kept going, kissing, licking, teasing me with his tongue until I was all but whimpering. “Mike,” I said in an agonized whisper. “Yeah?” he said looking at me between my legs. “What can I do for you?” “FUCK ME. Please, I need to feel your dick inside me, need your charged load filling up my butt,” I was shocked to hear myself say. Did I really want him to pump more of the virus in me? Dumb question on all counts: I’d already taken 45 poz loads the night before, and the bitch in heat thing was not letting up, it was intensifying. The whole thing was incredibly erotic, and much as I hated to admit it, Daddy Scorpio knew his stuff. I was moaning with desire, burning with lust. “Oh, baby,” he breathed, and he grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the drawer in his nightstand, smeared it over his huge, hard cock, and then put a generous coating of it on the outside of my butt, and gently, carefully spread it inside of me with his finger. The greasy stuff actually helped the sting from being used so hard last night, which was good since I was determined to get him inside of me no matter what. He took my legs over his shoulders, pulled his rigid dick down, and then in a replay of the night before said, “Look at me Darren,” this time adding, “sweetheart.” He eased his cock inside me carefully, and I saw how good it felt: his jaw went slack and he groaned as he began to fill my ass up with his thick, rigid cock. “Oh, honey,” he whispered once he was all inside of me. “Darling…” he breathed, and began to pump in and out, slowly at first, but gaining steam quickly. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You have the most amazing ass, tight, sweet, like velvet and satin all in one.” His thrusts picked up in force and speed. He was kissing, licking and biting my neck and ears. “Harder,” I gasped, even though I was sore. He was hitting that spot inside me, and it was as if I were jerking myself off, but better. Look ma, no hands! It seemed that was the magic word. He was pounding against me, out of control, and began to grunt with each thrust. I was grunting in counterpoint with him, and then…I erupted. My own cum was splashing me in the face once more, and I was groaning out loud, my hips meeting his thrusts, matching his rhythm as I took what I wanted and needed so badly. Mike cried out, “Oh, baby, your ass is pumping the cum out of me!” I pushed my butt up into his crotch, holding it in place and Mike gave a last incoherent shout, and again rammed against me three times as his dick spasmed inside of me and he shot his load. His mouth covered mine, claiming my lips and thrusting his tongue in my mouth. And then the door opened…

Does anyone else get off on being used by a committed couple? I was out in the Hamptons with a gay married couple whom I have played with in the past. Both tops, as well as nicely hung and thick. One is in his 40's and likes older and the other is about 60 and likes young. I guess at 52 I'm a good compromise. Before they were meticulous about condoms but lately they have been into bare with me. The younger one started by eating my ass while I sucked off his spouse before he fucked me and filled my hole with the first load. Changing places, the older gent slipped his thick cock into my freshly used hole. Though his cock is thicker, tapping me second he just shoved it in and pounded it. Along with a tendency to really abuse a hole, the older one takes a long time to come, which is at the same time hot while being almost too much. All the time the other one's dick is getting hard again as I blow him. After the older one filled my hole with a massive load the first one was ready to fuck me again until he shot his second load in me. Afterwards his partner ate my hole, cleaning me up with an experienced tongue. Being tagged team is a lot of fun, but I noticed in my handful of experiences with couples that it is usually super hot. I am not sure if it is just the idea that they have chosen to share their love with my ass or because they work better as a team then two random guys, but it feels extra special. I look forward to my next trip to the east end.

I was in a similar situation. I lived in a small town in the upper midwest. No local gay scene or anything to do. One day I said fuck that shit... I moved to Chicago which has one of the best gay scenes on the planet and the rest is happy history. I wouldn't change a thing. I will die happy in Chicago. I still like to travel occasionally to other great gay city destinations but my heart will forever be in my home, Chicago. I'd say to anyone who hates where they live, lack of gay scene, too conservative, small town etc. Do yourself a favor and move to a known gay city. The weather may not be as nice in Chi as it is in the Caribean, but I'll take winter for the eternal smorgasbord of cock and ass at my disposal. I'll take that trade-off anyday. And I will never look back with any regrets. Best decision I've EVER made.

Love being with couples being used by them.

PART 10 I lay there thinking back. My two brothers had never mentioned using a condom. I had not heard one opened and had not seen a used one. I couldn't mention using a condom. I was such a condom freak before tonight. After all, it was mid-1980's. I shook my head in disbelief and to clear the cobwebs. I thought back to the first man who had fucked me. He had used a condom. Or had he? And, the two men in the steam room. Yes, they had. No. They had not used a condom. Not in a steam room. That's what Dad had meant when he had said, "Word travels fast through colonies like this." Those men evidently knew Dad and others who didn't use condoms, and they spread the word for others. I shivered at reality and realization about myself. In a matter of minutes, I knew everything about me had changed yet nothing that I held dear now had changed: I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. Once more I heard the key in the lock snapping me out of my brain chatter. I turned to look seeing a short black man enter followed by Dad. I was elated to see him and smiled behind my mouthpiece. The short black man looked to be young. He had short hair on his head, clean shaved, weighed maybe 120 to 130 pounds and stood barely above 5 foot 2 inches. My eyes turned back to Dad. "This is Kai. He's here to help you along your path to being my white boy for tonight," Dad said soothingly. Dad smiled at me and moved backward sitting on the bed scooting himself into a corner to watch. He unsnapped his pouch releasing his behemoth black dick. His balls had flopped down onto the mattress of the bed. Kai stepped to Dad's bag and found what he was looking for. He set a container of Crisco on the shelf and then moved it to the floor. Kai removed his towel from around his waist, folded it, dropped it on the floor, and knelt. I felt a huge glob of Crisco being smeared on my ass and pushed inside. More was pushed inside me. Then, Kai got down to his business and pushed all four of his fingers and thumb into my ass. My sphincter yelled to stop but Kai continued on. He manipulated his hand in many different directions applying pressure all the time. He finally returned to a head-on position where he was pushing hard to go straight in with his hand. This was something knew to me and upset me. The only calming factor was looking at Dad watching Kai trying to push his hand in my ass. I focused on Dad and saw him manipulating himself slowly enjoying what he was watching. Dad had said he wanted me to see through my blue eyes him enjoying himself. I redoubled on that thought looking straight into Dad's wide brown eyes. My sphincter snapped open. I gasped as my body jerked at the surprise violent opening of my ass to the small hand of Kai. My body quivered. Kai pushed his hand deep inside me past his wrist. He rested then began turning his hand one way and then the other. He began short strokes of pulling out and pushing further inside me. At one point as he pushed inside me, I saw his head turn to Dad and nod. He returned to my ass and pushed harder going deep into my rectum area. I was thrashing about by this time but determined. I turned my head to Dad who was smiling as he moved forward. "To the elbow. That should move a lot of it inside." "You want more?" Kai asked. Dad thought a bit, nodded his head in assent, and returned to stroking his stiffening dick. Though I could not see all of it, I knew that it had grown in both length and girth. Kai slowly pulled his arm and hand back out of my ass and then plunged deep once more. He repeated the process but doubled his hand into a fist now which he slowly moved in and out of my ass as a slow moving piston. My eyes were fluttering with excitement at this feeling of such an extraordinary sensation. It was so intimate with Kai. He, too, must soon be a brother of mine. Dad stood up, walked to my side, and Kai pushed his fist deep inside me again holding it as Dad had put his hand on my stomach and abdomen. Dad nodded his head. Kai removed his hand from my ass, picked up my towel wiping his hand and wrist with it. He rose from the floor kissing Dad who had bent over to him. Kai left leaving me alone with Dad.

PART 2 "It ain't coming from that direction," Darin heard. He turned his head back to look at the speaker. "You been looking at me since I got here. Not dumb." Darin smiled, "Well, the garage is that way. There could be one coming from that direction." "Not this time of morning yet," he said. "So, you no dummy. You gotta be looking at something else. Must be me." He pushed off the utility pole and looked all around the corner. "You must like what you see." He said and smirked. The cocky little guy was right as Darin did like what he saw. But, he wouldn't let him know that. "Must be the morning air is all," he said looking at the new rider for a moment then turning his head away. Darin had no idea where this might be headed and thought it prudent to be cautious. "What you doin' out this time of morning," he asked. "You don't look like your headed to work." "I'm headed home after a night of . . . having fun out on the town," Darin said catching himself. The new man shuffled around the area a bit more walking to the curb between the two crosswalks where he stood looking around and up and down each street. He turned and came back approaching Darin. Darin saw him peripherally stop about two feet away. He grinned slightly then. Darin turned to look at him. He jerked his head saying, "You been partying the night away. Down 'bout three blocks I bet." He grinned showing a big toothy smile. "No prob, dude. No prob. Been there myself." "Oh?" Darin said not committing himself to anything. "Yeah. Heard 'bout the place and checked it out. Totally hot. Don't go often but get in a mood to bang a butt on a man or two an' good a place as any to pick from," he said almost excitedly. "Got me a hot momma but she don't do head. Get my pene worked over by good mouth an' bang a butt. WOW! Sometimes twice." He laughed, and Darin could see his eyes shining with glee. Darin's defences wavered. "Well, I've seen that once or twelve times maybe," he smiled now a little. "Have you ever banged a butt and the guy never saw your face?" "Oh, no. Guys always look up at me when they got my pene in their mouth," he laughed. "They get big surprise from me." He laughed again. "They tell me my pene is bigger than I am." With that, he guffawed heartily as Darin tried to make sense of what was so funny. Then, he looked closer at the front of the sagging jeans on his sidewalk sharer. "That sounds like a talent to be proud of that you have," Darin said. "Ever think of going to the place more often? I usually go on Friday and Saturday and spend the night and maybe once more during the week for a few hours." "Naw. Just when the mood to get a blow. Started for just a blow but banged a butt first time there. OOOOOOOOOO! Nice one!" he smiled and rolled his eyes. "You go three nights a week to bang a butt? Damn, man! You need to get you a harem, man." He laughed. "Well, I didn't say I banged a butt," Darin said without laughing. The laughter stopped, and his bus stop companion looked at him quizzically followed by a very long pause as he studied Darin. "Man, you get your butt banged?" he asked in a hesitating and disbelieving voice. "Every chance I can," Darin said looking directly at him. Silence passed between the two as the reality of what Darin had said sunk into his brain. He kept looking at Darin and down the street presumably for the bus and across the street. The stranger began walking around in a wandering not defined pattern as he muttered to himself but his eyes kept returning to look at Darin. Finally, he walked closer to Darin and stopped. "You kidding, right? You like your butt banged," he asked in earnest. "I do indeed," Darin said looking right at him and smiled slightly. "I like it a lot." He pondered this information but kept his eyes on Darrin. "So, like, you spent the night there getting banged?" "Yes," Darin said. More silence with looks. "Man, you don't look like you'd want your butt banged," he said with a surprised look. "How many times?" "Twelve men shoved their dicks in my ass, rode me hard, and delivered all they had way up deep inside my ass. Not a bad night if I do say so myself. And, I swallowed another seven loads. But, just like Jell-o, there's always room for one more," Darin said giving a look down at his bus stop companion's crotch.

Chapter 4 Father Scorpio looked ready and raring to go. His dick was fully erect, oozing precum; I guess watching while I was gangbanged had turned him on. I automatically looked to Mike. He looked concerned (I guess he could see how tired I was), but gave me an almost imperceptible nod. I sighed inwardly. I would do it to please Mike, and so as not risk his looking bad in front of his Fraternity. It only made sense – I had a feeling that I would need his protection in this pit of, well, scorpions. It was in my best interests to support his authority. “Approach me, Novice.” I guess that counted as a promotion from “Initiate,” or “SILENCE.” I wearily crawled towards him on hands and knees. “Lie down between my legs,” he commanded. Oh, Lordy. I did it immediately, realizing that I shouldn’t be surprised, since his “sons” seemed to like this so much. He was likely the one who taught them their moves, after all. He knelt over my face; his ass was very hairy. It was almost like being with some mythical creature, Pan or a centaur. He lowered his ass slowly, making sure he got his butthole right over my nose. “Inhale deeply the man stink of your Father. Let my potent scent fill your nostrils, your lungs, and block out all the others whom you’ve worshipped today, and you will then take my potent, charged seed. I am now your Master, as I am the Master of all those who have used you tonight.” He was certainly pungent, but still clean. It was the scent of sweat rather than lack of hygiene. “Kiss my asshole, Novice.” I hesitated a moment (proving the old saw about hesitation and being lost) and that was too long. He sat on my face, full weight, smothering me. “You must always obey my orders immediately. I have told you there would be consequences otherwise.” I was trying not to struggle, but I couldn’t breathe and my back arched as I involuntarily tried to get some air. That seemed to be his cue to release my head, and I gasped in air (getting another healthy whiff of his butt) and immediately started the inevitable trajectory, kissing, licking, eating and finally thrusting my tongue inside of his butt. “Yes, yes," he said. "Obey me and feed my lust. Ave libidinem,” he bellowed, the fraternity guys answering with Fratres, in cupiditate. God I was getting sick of hearing those fucking words. Maybe eventually it would be like white noise, and I’d stop noticing? He moved a little so that his balls were over my mouth. “Worship the repository of my holy seed, Novice,” he intoned. I wasted no time in sniffing his balls, then kissing them and licking them. Then he pushed the tip of his cock with its metal adornment against my lips. “Open your mouth and receive my rod, the instrument of the transfiguration that will bring you into the light. You will be exalted, a receptacle for our lust and desire, a chalice into which the athame will plunge. Brothers and Acolytes, gather to witness my gift to the Novice,” he said. The entire assembly came close and formed a ring around us. He roughly pulled my legs over his heavily muscled shoulders, lined up his drooling cock with my ass and began to push in. It was nearly unbearable; my anus and rectum were already sore from having been used multiple times by 11 men of all different shapes and sizes. It would have been okay but for that infernal piercing; he punched through the first ring of muscle which, try as I might, caused me to shriek. “You may scream as much as you like,” snarled the Father. “No one can hear you except me and my Sons. Soon you will moan with desire.” Soon being a relative term, I thought, wincing and struggling as he began to pump in and out. His breathing was speeding up, there was a cruel smile on his face and he seemed suffused with a perverse joy as he thrust more and more strongly, pinning me in place. “Yes, YES, YESSSSSSS,” he howled as his hips pistoned his dick in and out of me. “Stroke my balls, to encourage the seed to shoot into your soft, sweet boy cunt, made for a man’s pleasure.” I did as ordered immediately, running my fingers over the sack of crinkled skin, and reaching behind to the sensitive skin between his legs. That cause him to pound into me without mercy; screams tore out of me as that thing he had on his cock battered my insides. I could feel his balls tighten and rise underneath my tickling fingers. Please cum, I prayed. I can’t last much longer.” It began as a low growl in his throat rising to a roar worthy of a wild animal. He rammed into me once, twice, three times, then shouted “Ave libidinem, Fratres, in cupiditate, his innocence is fully destroyed, his asshole is wrecked, my deathstick fills him with my charged…positive sperm.” Positive? I thought, terrified. Not that, please, not that. “The breeding is complete, he will join us now as a Son of the Scorpion, bearer of the Virus — HIV.” “WHAT?” I shrieked, and then began to sob. “No, no, please, no.” “It is too late,” he said. “The conversion is underway. My seed was already passed to you through my Sons, the brothers and the acolytes, and it has been sealed with the seed of the Father. You have taken 45 loads of toxic sperm. Soon you will get the fever and burn with the raging fire of lust. The transfiguration has begun; you will carry my mark for the rest of your life.” I must have fainted from shock and exhaustion. I was vaguely aware of being lifted, immersed in warm water, gently bathed and tucked into bed. Half-awake, I felt tears seep out from under my eyelids, and all I could hope is that this was a nightmare and that I’d soon wake up, safe and secure in my dorm room.

Love to get fucked by couples....and usually pretty easy to set up separate fucks for bonus, secret sex Nothing better than getting committed guys to cheat on their partner.

I have attended my share of weddings in my 48 years: family, friends and the occasional plus one of someone I was dating to an obscure relative or friend I really didn’t know. With the recent decision of the SCOTUS, I have now attended three gay weddings in the last year. Weddings are what they are: a couple saying words of commitment then the party is on. The wedding this past Saturday was no different. What was different was I was helping my fiancé, who was serving as the wedding coordinator, just to make sure the events went off without a hitch. We arrived early to help get things set up and arraigned various aspects that would lend to a smoother progression of events throughout the evening. We finished preparations early and even went for a sandwich at the corner deli, upon returning to the venue and devouring our lunch, other pieces began to arrive, chairs, flowers, band etc. Then the guest began to trickle in. Most were your typical friends and family of the grooms, and to be honest, most didn't catch my eye until, that is, a cute young man walked in with his mom, dad and sister. I wasn’t sure who he was but it was obvious by the people he was mingling with he was related to one of the grooms. He stood just under 6’ and had the typical haircut that so many young men wear today, short on the sides and longer on top, combed over to one side and spiked in the front. He was adorable. It was about thirty minutes to the beginning of the ceremony and after circulating a bit taking care of last minute details I realized the young man seemed to be watching me. I was flattered. I am a 6’ tall, and weigh in somewhere just shy of 200 pounds. Most of me is muscle, and I'm generally well-proportioned, although due to the combination of meds I do have a disproportionate ring of fat around my waist, which gives me a slight belly. Although I consider myself reasonably attractive, most young men wouldn’t give me the time of day. Anyhow, with a couple of discrete questions, I learned the young guy's name was Zach, that had turned 18 just a few weeks earlier, and that he was a nephew of one of the grooms. The boy kept checking me out and I had to stifle my inclination to ask him "Who's your daddy?" Clearly a good call considering where we were, and that he was there with his family. The ceremony wrapped up and the happy couple began to circulate after signing the required legal documents, and after some time, they finally made it to the buffet line and heavy appetizers began to be consumed. I waited until most of the guests had had a chance to begin eating before making a plate for myself then sitting down to eat. I had noticed that Zach had positioned himself so he could watch me eat from his position at his table. I consumed my portion and noticed he had gone back for seconds, so I got up and went back to the buffet to find him chowing down on a couple sliders. “Hey, how’s it going?” he asked between bites. “Going smoothly. Having a good time?” “Yeah, but I could be having more fun, if you know what I mean.” He seemed to blush a bit with his boldness. I just smiled and took my food back to my table, noticing, however, that Zach was still watching me, almost stalking me. Frankly, the kid's attentions were leaving me with a hard-on. After I was finished eating, I noticed went to the restroom to wash up, noticing Zach had disappeared. I figured he had found someone else who was more receptive to his invitation. I entered the small, single occupant restroom, I turned and locked the door, and stepped-up to the sink to wash up only to find Zach standing in front of me. He had hidden behind the short wall that separated the sink from the toilet and been waiting for me to enter. “So, does Daddy want to have some fun?” “Ummm, Zach, there’s a whole room of people out there.” “So there is just us in here.” He began to grope my hardening cock within my pants, as his lips brushed mine, returned the kiss and slide around the boy to the sink, to wash my hands of the food particles. Washing my hands only made me have to pee. “Zach I have to piss if you don’t mind.” He suddenly plopped onto the toilet seat and quickly unzipped my pants and my semi hard cock was in his mouth. “You sure about this?" I asked. He nodded, and with a little concentration I let the stream begin to flow. He tightened his lips around my shaft and gulped down every drop. When he felt the stream end he began to work his mouth up and down the now hardening shaft until I was fully erect and oozing dirty precum down his throat. He worked my shaft as I began to moan, trying to be quiet so as not to alert the other guests. Somehow, meanwhile, Zach had undone his belt and pants and was stroking his impressive member, and when my cock was wet and slimy from his oral attention, he suddenly stood up and turned around, pinning me against the wall then guided my erect rod into his hole, backing-up slowly onto my shaft. Soon he had fully impaled himself on my tool. Then he began to pleasure himself (and, admittedly me), by bracing himself on the toilet tank and gyrating on my throbbing member. I worked myself it in and out of his tight hole noticing some red on my shaft. I figured that, with only spit for lube, Zach had ripped his hole. But even so, he hid his discomfort and urged me on. I began pounding into the willing boy and had to put a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, his hole massaging my shaft as I repeatedly slid in and out. I wasn’t going to last long and felt my cream boiling up from my balls, as my shaft swelled up and became just a little harder. I made a final thrust into his hole, my cock throbbing as I filled Zach with my toxic seed, blast after blast coating his internal walls. As the flow of seed began to dwindle I resumed my pounding and worked the cream into his intestinal walls. As his ass began to spasm, he shot ropes of cum onto the toilet seat cover, and my second load shot into his ass, filling him with more toxic jism. I pulled out, and he immediately spun around and cleaned off the ass juice, blood, and semen from my deflating tool, he also proudly made it a point to show me his wreaked hole. Before we dressed, he licked his cream from the seat cover, and I leaned over and licked the cum from his hole, tasting his sweet teen ass. He wiped his hole then pulled up and adjusted his pants, as I was doing the same to mine. When he kissed me in thanks, there was the taste of his cream on his lips, and I shared with him some of his ass juices. Then we fixed our clothing, and washed-up a bit. Just before we left the restroom Zach slipped me a card on which he had provided his name, number, and e-mail. As I exited, he slid behind the partition, discretely joining the party a few minutes later. As he and his family were leaving, after the cake cutting he whispered “Thanks for taking my cherry. Hope to hear from you, Daddy.” If he only knew what I had left behind in his rectum.

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I sat at the bar with my girlfriend, Lucy, sipping an IPA. Behind us, an indie rock band thrashed out the last song of its set while the crowd cheered drunkenly. Lucy leaned back against the wooden counter watching them, swirling the half-melted dregs of her whiskey. In the dim light of the bar, her pale skin glowed milky white. Her long red hair was twisted back in a messy bun, and several strands hung in her face. She flicked them back absently before glancing at me, a smile curling her lips. “Quit staring at me,” she shouted over the music. “I can’t help it,” I shouted back. “You’re the most beautiful girl in here.” She punched me lightly on the shoulder, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, before turning back to the band. The song ended in a clatter of drums and bass, and applause filled the small space as the band took a bow, then headed off stage. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing.” I turned to see a large, muscular man bending over my girlfriend, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. Arousal stirred in me at the sight of his bulging biceps, but I shook it away. “Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder. “That’s my girlfriend.” “Look at this,” he said, his gaze swinging between us before he glanced over his shoulder. “Two pretty little things.” Another buff man came to join him, and they stood side by side, surveying me and my girlfriend. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” the second man said. A predatory grin curled his lips, and he stuck out his hand. “I’m Mark,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip, and nodded at the other guy. “That’s Jack.” “Neal,” I said, “And this is Lucy.” Mark leaned close to me, heat emanating off his muscular body. “Could we buy you two a couple drinks?” I licked my lips, glancing at Lucy. She was gazing up at Jack with something akin to amazement. She caught me looking and, blushing, shrugged. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?” A couple drinks later, they came back to our place, their muscular bulk filling our small apartment like two bulls in a china shop. “You guys have never done this before,” Mark said, leaning against the kitchen counter as I poured four glasses of wine. It wasn’t a question. “No,” I said softly. “I mean, we’ve talked about it, but I didn’t think—we didn’t think anything would ever happen.” He grinned, another predatory smile. “You’ll like it,” he said. “I can tell.” He helped me carry the wine into the living room, where Jack was siting next to Lucy. His arm rested casually over the back of the couch, but his fingers were tracing circles across her upper arm, making her flush. She accepted the glass of wine and drank it quickly. When she set the empty glass on the coffee table, her eyes met mine, questioning. I nodded, and an excited grin curled her lips. “Enough drinks,” Jack said suddenly, standing up. “I’m ready for the main course.” He bent and picked up Lucy, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked with laughter, beating her fists on his back as he carried her into the bedroom. “Come on,” Mark said, shooting me a wink. “I want to watch them.” I walked nervously to the bedroom after them, where Jack was peeling off Lucy’s blue dress. She flopped back onto the mattress breathlessly, wearing only her bra and panties. With a growl, he climbed on top of her, kissing his way up her stomach to her throat, then captured her lips with his. I watched them silently, frozen in the doorway, a mixture of envy and arousal flooding through me. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and I jumped, turning to face Mark. He cupped my face in his big hands, brushing one thumb over my lips. “Relax,” he said, then dipped his head to kiss me. His lips brushed mine lightly at first, just a whisper of skin on skin, then returned with more force. He kissed me firmly, insistently, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hands caught the hem of my shirt. Pulling away for a breath, he pulled my button-up shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor behind him, then kissed me again. I had never kissed a man before, and his lips were firmer than I was expecting, less pliant than Lucy’s. At the same time, he was more aggressive, and I felt my cock stiffen as he ran his hands down my bare back, pulling me against him. I wrapped my arms tentatively around him, feeling his muscular back flex through his thin t-shirt, then slid my hands down to his waist. He broke away from me, breathing hard. “Strip,” he commanded. Wordlessly, I kicked off my shoes and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned my pants, pushing them over my narrow hips with my boxers. At the same time, he peeled off his t-shirt in one swift motion, then dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his long, thick cock sprang free, bobbing between his muscular thighs. I stared at it, my heart pounding, and unconsciously licked my lips. He caught my gaze and laughed. “Get on your knees,” he said, a hungry smile curling his lips. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could second guess myself, I sank to my knees at his feet. His cock pulsed before my face, throbbing and already dripping pre-cum. Biting my lip nervously, I looked at his cock with trepidation. Would that even fit in my mouth? I rose on my knees and kissed it tentatively, my lips brushing the hot skin. Slick pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I licked it off, tasting the sweet, salty evidence of his arousal. Much to my surprise, it tasted good, and I circled my tongue around the swollen head, then ran it down the veined sides. With a low groan, I licked up the throbbing shaft, feeling blood pulsing through the upraised veins, then wrapped my lips around the swollen head and swirled my tongue around it in circles. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the tip of his thick cock between my lips, caressing the underside with my tongue, then bobbed my head up and down. Only half of the thick shaft disappeared into my mouth before the tip bumped against the back of my throat. I coughed and gripped the bottom half of his cock in one hand, jerking him as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands tangled in my short hair, guiding my movements, and I moaned deep in my throat, sucking on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. As he thrust into my mouth, the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat. Rising onto my knees, I relaxed my throat, easing his shaft down my esophagus. “Good boy,” he growled. “Just like that.” Holding my breath, I thrust his cock deep into my throat over and over again, making tears stream from my eyes. My hard cock pulsed, pleasure rolling through me as I choked on his cock, and I reached down to stroke my stiff erection. Wrapping my fingers around my throbbing dick, I whimpered around Mark’s cock, feeling a climax fast approaching. With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his thighs, swallowing as much of his length as I could, my throat constricting around his shaft. “You’ve got a real good cocksucker for a boyfriend,” Mark said to Lucy, twisting his fingers in my hair. Jack grunted, and I could hear sloppy, wet sounds coming from his direction. “His girlfriend is pretty fucking talented too.” His words sent another stab of pleasure through me, and I redoubled my efforts, sliding Mark’s cock in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I gripped my dick, jerking it quickly. “Ah fuck, Neal, you’re going to make me cum.” Mark dragged me off his cock and pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at him. “You having fun, lover boy?” I nodded, licking my lips, my cock aching with desire. “You want me to fuck you?” I looked over at my girlfriend, Jack’s hands buried in her hair as he fucked her mouth with rough strokes. I turned back to Mark, taking in his muscular chest, the stubble on his cheeks, the creases in the corner of his eyes as he studied me with intensity. I nodded again, my mouth dry. A slow, hungry smile curled his lips. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. “Get on the bed,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. I obeyed, crossing the room to lay beside my girlfriend as she sucked another man’s cock. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushed. Turning her head, she opened her eyes, catching my gaze. A breathless, giddy smile curled her lips, and my heart swelled with affection and desire. At the same time, Mark slid one hand up my leg and spread my thighs, his touch sending fire racing through my veins. My body tight with anticipation and lust, I moaned as his fingers traced a line up my inner thigh, stroking light circles around the sensitive skin of my ball sack, before wrapping his hand around my shaft. Using the pad of his thumb, he smeared a bead of pre-cum over the head of my cock, my arousal slick and wet on his fingers. “Oh god,” I said softly, pleasure spiking through me. Beside us, Jack slid two fingers into Lucy’s dripping pussy, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned helplessly, her hips rising to meet his touch, and the sight sent desire spiking through me, making my cock jerk in Mark’s hand. He released my shaft, a taunting smile on his face. His fingers lightly stroked the lines of my hips again, tickling the swell of my testicles, and teased up the sides of my veined shaft. At his touch, my cock pulsed and jumped, desperate for more. “Are you close?” he asked. Although his fingertips were barely grazing my skin, the sensation sent fire through my veins, and I nodded, unable to take my eyes off his muscular body. I just needed him to touch me a tiny bit more to send me over the edge. As if reading my thoughts, he circled the tip of my dick with his fingers, using the pre-cum to slick the surface. It was almost enough—I felt my orgasm swell, balls tightening, muscles spasming—and he jerked his hand away, leaving me trembling on the precipice. “Not yet, lover boy,” he said, smiling cruelly. “I’m going to fuck you first.” Mark grabbed my legs and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed, pushing my knees against my chest. Between my thighs, my neglected cock was hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping out and onto my stomach. . Without missing a beat, Jack caught both of Lucy’s legs, spreading her legs wide, and exposed her open pussy and the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Standing side by side, he and Mark looked like a wall of pure muscle, and their cocks were both enormous. As I watched, Jack thrust into my girlfriend’s pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Gripping his shaft, Mark lined the swollen, mushroom head of his cock up against my virgin asshole and slid it back and forth, pressing the tip against my hole as I moaned. “You ready for this, handsome?” he taunted playfully. “God, please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside me.” He pushed forward with slow, steady pressure, the head of his cock pressing against my puckered hole painfully before the tight ring of muscles relaxed, letting him in. I groaned, feeling my sphincter stretched wide, as he slid into my ass inch by inch. “You like that?” he grunted “You like feeling my cock up your ass?” “Fuck,” I whimpered, “it feels so good. I can’t take it.” “You’ll take it,” he promised, and with a final thrust, his hips met mine, his balls resting against my ass. “God,” I moaned, feeling my ass ripple and clench around him. Mark held still, letting me adjust to his girth, before starting to thrust in tiny motions. “Think that’s pretty sexy, don’t you,” Jack asked Lucy, rubbing two fingers over her slippery clit. I turned my head and saw her staring at me, her mouth panting open. “Yeah,” she breathed. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Good,” he said, pulling out of her wet pussy, “because it’s about to be your turn.” He pressed the huge, mushroom head of his thick cock against her asshole and began pushing. Already well lubed with her slick pussy juices, he slid inside her easily, the long shaft disappearing inch by inch into her petite ass. With two rough fingers, he rubbed her stiff, swollen clit, flicking the nub back and forth. She arched up against him, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside her, and moaned with pleasure. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, her eyes opening wide as she looked at me, “it’s so big. I can’t believe it’s so big and it’s inside my ass.” Reaching across the mattress, I found her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with desire and love, then cried out again. “Oh fuck,” she wailed. “Oh my god, it’s so big!” As she groaned with pleasure, Mark began fucking me faster, his long cock sliding in and out of my ass with piercing strokes, plunging deep inside me with every thrust. I clenched her hand and watched Jack, his face contorting as he fucked my girlfriend’s ass beside me. She moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her, fucking her tight ass. “Yeah,” Jack growled, “you like getting fucked with your boyfriend? You like being a pair of holes for us?” “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, the words garbled as she writhed against him. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I want a piece of your boyfriend’s ass too.” He slid his thick cock out of her ass with a pop, nudging Mark. “Hey, I’ll trade you.” Mark grinned, pulling out of me, and they switched places. Jack spit on my flexing asshole, rubbing the saliva around with two rough fingers, then thrust his cock into my ass, sheathing himself inside me with one swift motion. I arched my back, moaning in pleasure, as he pounded into me, filling my ass with his thick cock meat. Lucy watched with wide eyes, her eyes glazed with lust, as I shuddered around Jack’s cock. Spreading her pale thighs, Mark lined the rounded tip of his massive cock with her tight asshole and pushed inside her. She moaned, arching her back as he filled her, his cock disappearing inch by inch into her ass. Grasping her narrow hips, he spread her rounded cheeks, her asshole stretching obscenely around his dick. “I think I’m gonna breed you,” he growled, flicking her clit with two fingers. “Think I’m gonna fill you up with my seed and breed you. You and your sweet little boyfriend. I want to see your skinny little tummies all fat with our babies.” “What do you think about that, pretty boy?” Jack asked, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked my ass. “God yes,” I panted, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs. “Where do you want me to cum?” Mark demanded, burying his cock deep inside my girlfriend. “C-cum in my pussy,” Lucy wailed. “Breed me, make me your little slut!” “Ah, fuck,” he grunted. He pulled out of her ass as the first jet of cum sprayed out across her flat belly, then buried his cock deep in her pussy, unloading the rest of his cum inside her, filling her womb with his frothy cream. She screamed in pleasure, bucking against him wildly, her legs shaking as she came hard. At the same time, Jack wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me firmly as he pounded my ass, sawing his thick dick in and out of me. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pleasure peaking in every cell of my body. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” My voice rose in a wail as my orgasm crested, making me shudder and arch against Jack’s cock, forcing it deeper into my ass. My clenching muscles brought him right up to the edge and he gripped my hips tightly. “What about you, pretty boy? Where do you want me to cum?” he growled. “Please,” I choked out, still wracked with spasms. “Come inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up.” Clutching my waist, he buried his cock deep inside me as he stiffened, his sperm pumping into my tight ass. With a groan, he pulled out, and a last jet of cum splashed against my gaping asshole, the thick rope of cream smearing across my tender skin. His huge cock was still half hard, glistening in the light as he flopped beside me, panting for breath. With a shuddering groan, Mark pulled out of Lucy’s pussy with a grunt, wiping his slick cock on her pale ass. Lucy sagged beside me, still trembling uncontrollably, as he collapsed on her other side. Lifting my head, I could see the milky cream of his cum dripping out of her pulsing pussy, and an exhausted smile crossed my face. I looked at my girlfriend, her pale cheeks still flushed with lust, and felt closer to her than ever before. She met my eyes, and, rolling onto her side, gave me a tender kiss. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand resting on my hip, and Jack took it, their fingers interlacing. I felt Jack roll to spoon me, his muscular warmth pressed against my back, and the four of us drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.

My Boy Wanted BIG Dicks - Chapter 1. My boy and I fuck as often as we can. We have great sex, even if it can seem like the ‘spark’ is gone sometimes. He nearly always bottomed for me, raw, of course, and he could take all of my cock like a champ, but I sensed he wanted something more. One night, as I was pounding his hole, he reached back and slid a finger into his hole next to my thrusting cock. He moaned and pulled out his finger. I quickly replaced it with mine, and soon had three fingers inside his hole along with my cock. I used my other hand to grab my phone off the bedside table and took a few sexy pics. The extra girth had him whimpering like a bitch in heat. That sent me over the edge, and I bred him deep. When I pulled my cock out, I kept working my cummy fingers into his hole, more puffy and stretched than I’d seen it in a long time. We swung back and forth from having an open relationship at times to relatively monogamous. It seemed to me like it was time to find something bigger for my boy to get stuffed with. I realized that if I didn’t do it for him / with him, he’d do it without me. The next day, after work, I stopped by an adult bookstore where in the past I had often sucked cock through a glory hole. On this occasion, however, I was after a cock ring to plump my dick up, and, who knows, perhaps find a big-dicked stud to bring home with me to open my boy’s hole up. I found a cock ring that looked promising; it was chrome and looked as if it would fit snugly around my cock and balls. I paid for it, as he gave me the change, the cashier smiled at me, offering to show me how to put it on. I accepted his invitation and and followed him to a video booth in the back. He left the door behind him slightly cracked and started to pull down his track pants. Out plopped a nice plump seven-inch dick with some big low-hanging balls. He lifted his nutsack, and I could see he was wearing the same cock ring. He unzipped my trousers and fished out my dick. My cock does the job if it is only average. He smirked at me and whispered, "I can see why you’d like a little… enhancement." I chuckled as he unhooked my belt and shoved my pants and underwear down to my ankles. "The trick," he continued, "is to put it on before you get really hard." He slid the ring over my cock and then fished one and then the other nut through the opening. As soon as I had it on, he swiveled me around so I was facing the wall. He grabbed my hips so my ass was ripe for fucking. He spit on his plump dick and slapped it against my ass a few times. I wanted to feel that big dick opening me up, so I grabbed my cheeks and spread my ass wide. He worked three spit-slick fingers into me at the same time. I yowled, but let him keep going until that silky hardness of thick cock sunk into me. It had been so long since I had been fucked that I was super tight. He leaned over me and grunted into my ear "You like getting raw-fucked with that big cock?" I nodded and grunted back at him. He pounded me until he was close and then pulled out, plopping down on the bench and pulling me down, spearing my loosened hole. I bounced up and down until he grabbed my shoulders so my ass was a few inches above his balls and pistoned into me. "I don’t pull out until I cum. Hope you’re okay with that." "FUCK YES!" I shouted, as he picked him his pace, and slammed into me a few final times. I knew he had shot his load deeper into me that I had ever bred my boy. He lifted me off of his cock and had me clean it off. That juicy cock stayed hard thanks to the cock ring, and I licked off his seed and my tangy tinny ass juice. I wondered if he had ripped me up a little. He stood up and pulled his track pants back over that glorious cock and simply walked out. It looked like an anaconda in his pants as he sauntered out. I was still squatting on the filthy floor of the booth when I saw a cock come through the hole in the wall. I sucked it down my throat, less girth and shorter than the cashier's, but still impressive. I notice a spade sign tattooed onto his crotch just at the base of his cock. I kissed it. Once I got that cock slicked up, I turned around and back onto it, swallowing it into my cummy asshole. My unseen buddy held his balls against the hole and let me fuck myself onto it. I heard him grumble, "Gonna cum, dude. You want my load in your ass?" I didn’t answer, but kept bouncing up and down until I heard him squeal and pushed back as he bred my guts. I pulled off and swallowed his cock down to the root, licking our combined wetness and swallowing it. He pulled back and stuck his mouth against the hole. "Your cock, man. I wanna suck your cock." I obliged and stuck my straining dick through the hole. He gulped and slurped until I lost my load down his throat. He swallowed it all like a champ, lustily licking his lips and gurgling as he stood up. I had an idea, and grabbed one of my business cards out of my pocket and thrust it through the hole. He took it and laughed, "We’ll be in touch." I felt more horny than ever, and was still hard. I decided it was time to get home to my boy. On the way out, I slipped my card to the cashier as well. He asked if I wanted a repeat performance, and I replied "I’d love to watch you breed my boy." "You pimping his hole out? He cute?" I showed him pics on my phone of me and my boy, some clothed and some naughty, one of my raw cock in his hole alongside my fingers. "You think he’d like my big raw dick?" I nodded and he handed me his phone to enter my number. "I’ll be in touch," he commented as I headed towards the door. I drove home, feeling those two loads oozing out of my ass. When I got home, my boy was naked, ass up in the bed. I was still wearing the cock ring, and squeezed out some seed from my ass into my hand. I worked it up and down my plump shaft and slapped it against his ass. As I did so, I saw a glob of cum work its way out. "You been fucked?" He nodded, still face down. "Was he hung?" "Like a fucking horse," he moaned into the pillow. "And you let him breed you?" He nodded again. "He NEG?" I asked, already about to blow my load. He hesitated, so I made him answer by shoving my cummy cock into his freshly-bred hole. I asked again, "IS HE NEG?’" "I didn’t ask." He moaned as I fucked him, and then turned his head around, reaching for my cock. "You feel different. Thicker. Plumper." I pulled out to show him the cock ring, slapped his ass with my dick, and diving back in, rocking my hips against his ass, pile-driving his slutty hole. Then I told him what I’d been up to. "I just took two loads at the bookstore Didn’t ask if they were NEG either." "FUUUUUUCK," he groaned into the pillow as I added "I lubed your hole with their loads." "UM HMMMM," he groaned. "So you've got three loads in your ass, and you’re about to get your fourth!" With that I bred him as deeply as I could, although admittedly not as deeply as either of the guys who had bred me at the bookstore. I pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to him. "Did you really get fucked at the bookstore?" I nodded. "Shit. I just jerked off earlier and fingered my own load into my ass to be ready for you." I laughed, thinking he was joking, but then I realized he wasn’t kidding. He knew I wasn’t either when he reached back and fingered my ass, which was still juicy and leaking seed. He brought his cummy fingers to his lips and licked them. I was still hard and he grabbed my dick, pulled me up and onto my knees, shoving my face into the pillow. He ate my ass, gobbling up as much cum as he could before slamming his face against mine, as we kissed those loads back and forth. I reached for my phone to get a pic of our cummy satisfied slutty faces and saw that there was a text. It read: ROBBY HERE. THE CLERK. U WANT ANOTHER LOAD TONIGHT? HOW ABOUT UR BOY? I CAN BREED YOU BOTH. HOPE U DON’T MIND POZ CUM. I showed it to my boy, who grinned, and grabbed the phone. He texted our address back, followed up with: WE’RE READY NOW. CUM BREED US.

Every bug chaser remembers the first time they made that fateful decision to knowingly take a poz load, and I'm no exception. It was quite a few years ago now, back when gay.com was still a good way to meet guys for hookups. I had been chatting with this one guy for quite some time, on and off. I still remember his profile name: Big N8R. His name was (you guessed it) Nate. And Nate had an 8 incher with a PA, so you can pretty much figure out why I kept talking to him. The only wrench? Big N8R was HIV positive. We flirted back and forth whenever we saw each other on, but I could never pull the trigger. I mean, he was definitely cute (rough looking, scruffy goatee, full sleeve tats) and had a big ol' cock, but he was poz and I didn't know if I was ready for that. Plus Nate made it very clear that he was all about fucking bareback and he didn't like to pull out. Well, one night I was online and had basically been cruising to get my ass fucked all day-- no takers. This left me exceedingly horny and exceedingly frustrated. A dangerous combo, as all you bug chasers know. Add to that I'd had a couple beers so... It was about 1 am and I was itching to get fucked. Some morbid fuckers might say I was "dying" for it. Anyway, Nate's online, so you can figure out what happened next: Me: Dude, I'm so horny! I really need dick tonight! Nate: I'd love to help you out, but you know my deal Me: Yeah, I know. And I think I'm ready for it Nate: Um, really? Do you know what you are asking for? Me: I've fantasized about your cock in me for a long time-- I think it's time we fucked. Nate: Ok. Just so we're clear-- I'm Poz. And I fuck bare. And I don't like to pull out. Me: Yeah. Um, if I asked you to pull out-- would you? Nate: well.... for you? Yeah. But I don't make a habit out of it. and I don't think you'll want me to Me: I really want to try this Nate: You sure? point of no return you know.... Me: Yes. And I texted him my address. He was at my door in 15 minutes, and naked beside my bed in one. First off, let me just say I picked a doozy for my first poz experience. Nate was 6'2", decently in shape (like you could almost see a six pack), tattoos everywhere including full sleeves, and that COCK! His pics didn't do it justice. It was every bit 8 inches, slightly arced downward, and one of those that is big to begin with but the middle is even fatter. And at the tip gleamed a huge PA. Turns out he had a 2 gauge in. Holy fuck. Secondly, let me just say I was nervous as fuck. You bug chasers can relate to this. I was standing on the edge of a precipice and just like Nate said-- point of no return. I knew I was about to "knowingly" take an HIV positive load in my ass. From a cock with a PA. The chances of infection would be high. The danger of the situation was intoxicating, but the implications were daunting. My stomach was in chaotic knots while I looked at his stiffening cock. My body was in a war with itself. My ass wanted that cock. My stomach was conflicted. My mind was screaming not to do this as it was too risky. And my cock was thickening at the sight of him. You can guess which side won in the end. Nate said, "You ready?" And I told him I was really nervous about the whole thing. He told me to just relax and that he really would pull out or stop any time if I asked him to. And with that, I dropped to my knees and started trying to suck his cock. I don't like trying to suck cocks with PAs as the metal clinks against my teeth and it's really jarring. So we only did this for awhile as I was very clumsy at it. Plus he didn't need any motivation for the main event as he was already drooling precum. Nate hoisted me up by my armpits and pushed me back onto the bed. "You don't need to suck me anymore cuz I'm just here for this sweet ass." He pushed my legs high and dove his tongue into my crack. And damn he knew what he was doing! Within 5 minutes he had be begging for that cock. I was on my back at the edge of my bed (it was a taller bed-- perfect height for a top standing and fucking me while I reclined) and he grabbed the gun oil. He lubed that big cock of his while staring into my eyes. "Last chance," he said. At this point I just grabbed behind my knees and opened my ass for him as a reply. The entry was excruciating. I had only been fucked by a guy with a PA once before, and it was a much smaller gauge. Feeling all that cool metal at my hole made my pucker seize up, and Nate basically had to force his cock inside me. "Fuck you're tight! Just relax, baby. You're gonna need to relax to take the fucking I'm about to throw. Oh, and by the way? It takes me forever to cum." I will say that Nate wasn't really out to hurt me-- at least at the beginning. He worked his cock in slowly (once that head and PA got past my ring) and bottomed out inside and left it there for a minute or two so I could get used to his size. He rocked gently side to side, helping me open up. And little by little, I did. He started slowly withdrawing and then pushing back inside. I could feel the PA shifting and moving inside me with every slow thrust. In my mind, I knew it was dragging across my intestines, possibly doing damage and putting microtears in the lining where the infection could enter my bloodstream. This made my stomach knot even more, but again, the sexy danger of it all gave me a raging boner which acted as a handle for Nate. "Looks like someone's enjoying this cock," he said with a smirk. "Oh my god! My ass is so FULL! I've never had this much cock in me-- And that PA! I can feel it moving inside me-- it's incredible. Don't stop fucking me, Please?" I begged. That's when Nate knew he had his victim. The more Nate fucked, the more into it I got. The idea of his cock being positive was fading into the background as the intensity of the fuck filled all of my present thoughts. I became a bottom machine on a mission-- to take his cock and load. Before long I was grabbing the edge of the bed and bucking my ass into his cock to force him as deeply into me as he could go. His PA was breaching my second ring at this point and the pleasure/pain was indescribable. You know, that painful punch deep in your guts but once the cock goes inside it's like the gates of heaven open up and choirs of angels are singing. True to his word, it took Nate a long time to cum. He probably fucked me for an hour solid-- and I was almost swallowing my tongue with the pleasure. By the end, he had my ankles in his hands and was completely withdrawing his cock and ramming it all the way back in to the hilt. Again and again and again. The PA just ripping past my sphincter like it was tissue paper. My poor neighbors! I know I was getting loud, but I didn't care. I was speaking in tongues and begging for him to cum. And begging for him to never stop fucking me. And begging for more and harder and deeper and whatever else I could beg for. I remember Nate finally looking down at me and into my eyes, and he got this almost quizzical look on his face... and then he rammed all the way inside me, as deep as he could go and he held it there. He froze in place, body tensed, not breathing. And then I felt the throb. His cock head was throbbing out that poz load deep into my guts-- well up into my abused second ring. Nate just kept looking into my eyes as his cock shot jet after jet of dick poison into me. I found I wasn't breathing or moving either. I was just as frozen as he was-- letting him plant this toxic seed inside my guts. When his orgasm subsided, we finally came back to ourselves. He was still buried in me, and he grabbed my precum leaking cock and he started to jack me off-- slowly. He timed the strokes on my dick with slow, short strokes of his cock in my ass. I was already near the edge, so it only took an agonizing minute before I felt my load boil out of my nuts and shoot all over my belly. He scooped up my neg load and ate it greedily. And then he ever-so-slowly pulled his softening cock out of my clenched hole. The PA was the last to pop out, and it was like my hole didn't want to let it go. We still hadn't spoken a word at this point, and we both crawled up onto my bed and lay side by side. Finally he broke the silence. "You ok?" He asked. "Yeah, I think so. Um, you didn't warn me when you were going to cum so I could have had you pull out...." "Would you have asked me to?" he inquired. "No. But if I had, would you have pulled out?" I asked back. "Honestly? No. It would have been like stopping an avalanche." We lay in silence a while longer. Then he got up and began to get dressed. "So that was your first poz load, huh? How are you feeling?" "Ok. A bit conflicted now that its over. But also turned on. And ashamed. And I feel stupid. And exhilarated. Lots of things." "Yeah," he said as he was at the door and ready to go, "Everyone remembers their first charged load."

Lately I find that I really get off when a married guy breeds me in the bed he shares with his wife. It gets me especially excited when my face is buried in a pillow that smells of her perfume or lotion as he's filling me with his load. Is anyone else into this too?

This is a true story: On 1/28/16 I was diagnosed as being POZ , the news hit my BF and I hard as he too tested POZ. Over the last year we had been doing a lot of PNP and had not been taking our meds the way we should have, so we have no one to blame but our selves. I'm not going to hide what my status is so on groups like this and others I listed I was now POZ. With in hours I started to get emails asking me to give them the gift of becoming POZ. This one person kept hounding us to no end , so my BF and l went to a local Starbucks to meet him and try to talk him out of this for 3 hours, as he kept saying either we POZ him or he will find someone else. All the wile my dick is getting harder and harder just thinking of doing this, before he leaves we tell him to do a very deep clean out like you are going to be fisted. Later I ask my BF how he felt about doing this and he said if he could bend him over the table and dry fuck right in Starbucks. We call him back and said we will do it as we have friend who place we can use. As we ride over to Brooklyn our dick are raging hard and can't wait to start. We told the one we are about to POZ that we are bring over some friends to witness this and he agrees. Once we get there we ask him for the last time about taking our toxic loads that could make him POZ , all he says is he wants it. He is on the bed and I take out a dildo get him on all fours, I spit on his pink hole and start to work it in his so to be wreck hole. The only lube we will use is our toxic spit. As we both have a PA this might help as I lost the coin flip as to who is to be first. My BF is not going to be gentle as this is not love but to do all we can to bury our toxic seed in his ( We hope ) in his former neg hole and he gets his wish of being POZZED for life. I get sloppy seconds but it's ok as his hole is now well lube hole with my BF cum. I'm really getting off as the people watching are calling him a pig and he is getting off as they are also using him as a urinal when they have to piss. We even have him clean off our dicks after we shoot our loads in his hole. By the time we are finished the BF and I dump 4 loads each in his hole and after we are finished we shove a large butt plug in his hole and tell him to not take it out for 8 hours and give us a call about what comes out. Then we kick him out and the real party starts as we now become the cum dumps for thous who witness this.

Met a 30-something, muscular, hung, black top on vacation from the Marine base in SD. I was at the Temptation pool partybat the Luxor, where the bodies were hot and the drinks were cold. Spotted him dancing to the EDM pounding its beats and stirring libidos. Waded over to him, look him in the eyes, turned around, and pushed my luscious ass into his crotch. We danced for a bit, his hands eventually sliding across my stomach and into my speedos. I tugged my speedos down, exposing my ass and he opened up his shorts, pulling out his magnificent python. I trapped his shaft between my ass cheecks as we danced some more. Eventually his cock head was knocking at my hole. He wanted to fuck and I wanted him to fuck me. Minutes later we were in my room. Making out, his naked body on mines, I pulled out some Magnums and lube. I gave him an achingly slow blowjob and hit took all my will power to not gag on his powerful cock as he slid it down my throat and held it there for what felt like an eternity. After he became fully hard, he proceeded to massage his dick while lubimg my hole with two, then three fingers in me. He pulled himself up and spead my legs wide. He slowly pushed his massive cock in my hole. It hurt a bit, but I was pretty loose from the previous fucks the past couple of days. I put my hand on his hip and asked him to put a condom on first before we fuck. He slid it in even further and told me he wanted to feel my raw hole for a bit. He then pushed it in balls deep, slid it out half way, and slid it back in. I gasped in enjoyment and the thought of protected sex totally escaped my mind. He proceeded to fuck me, dominate me, use me. He called me a slut, a whore, his bitch, bending and tossing me in different positions. I ended up on top, riding him like a possessed, cock hungry, slut. His dick was buried deep in me, past my second ring in my sex hole, grinding away. He warned me that he was about to nut but I keep going. He uttered profanities and grunted. I felt his hot essence spreading deep in me. I was so hypnotized by his sex that I didn't care that he could me possibly be loading me up with poz cum. We fucked for several more hours. It was so good that he made me cum like a split-tailed bitch by working his immense dick on my p-spot. In all, he unloaded his plum sized balls in me at least five times. After his final orgasm, he stood up, dressed, and left without a word. Come to think of it, the name he gave me was probably false. I laid in bed, sore, my anus swollen and gaping, his cum leaking out of me like a cheap whore. A few months after returning from my vacation, I got my quarterly STI test, I'm (still) negative, but if I ever ran into Corporal "Dwayne", USMC again, told me he was poz, and wants to tear my hole up, my pants would drop in an instant.

The guy who gave me my first poz load did it in the bed my wife and I share. It was a hot fuck session which lasted about an hour. After that we always fucked in that bed. One notable occasion he had to rush because my wife had phoned and said she was on her way home from work. In his rush he knocked over a bottle of poppers on the bed mattress. I had just 30 minutes to deal with the smell. I greeted the wife with a kiss and his poz load in my ass.

You don't HAVE to do ANYTHING!Everyone grows into their personal sexuality at their own rate,its NOT a competitive event.There is a significant stage of development where you are into porn and fantasize and jack off a LOT.BE there.DO that.Sooner or later the situation and right guy will enter your life and seduction may be a matter of minutes,or days....maybe weeks.The point is don't be so hard on yourself,at 22.If I were in your shoes(GOD would I LOVE to be 22 again!)I might lookup gay outreach programs at your local community or college.Develop some relationships with gay men that are not yet overtly sexual,you will meet someone who will be just what you want,and you will be just what they need.Patience,and think of pornshop hookups are like fast food,they may keep you from starving but probably not a real good thing as a steady diet.

Have done that with 2 different couples - met each of them individually without the other knowing then had one of them suggest a threesome but make me swear that I won't say we've met on our own before. The look on the partners face when they see me a realise we've met alone before is just priceless .......

Wow NYBBGUY58, this story is soooo fucking hot! It made me cum multiple times!

I promised myself I wouldn't do this again because it is so dangerous but last night I got fucked and took a load in a piss soaked restroom of an Interstate rest area.

Hey man, congrats on planning your first gangbang. I'll try to give you the best advice I can based on my experiences hosting gangbangs (I've hosted 3- one in NYC, one in Chicago and one in Philly). The NYC one only had 5 guys show up, even though 51 responded to come on BBRT (NYC guys seem to be notoriously unreliable and flaky in addition to having hookup ADD). My Chicago gangbang had 12 guys out of 40 responders show and the Philly one was the most successful- 18 out of 41 guys showed. All were done in big hotels in the city and each one was a hot time. How you want to set up the atmosphere of the room is up to you. In NY, I didn't do anything special. In Chicago, it was more of a dark room and I did it up in Philly a little bit- put on some electronic music, even put out beer bottles for the guys, which they seemed to appreciate when they were taking a break from fucking me. Big busy hotels seem to work well for this type of scene because guys coming and going won't raise any eyebrows from the staff. It's important to be sure that the hotel doesn't require a keycard to go up the elevator, otherwise you'll have an issue there. Controlling the flow of guys is hard. You probably want a group of guys taking turns on your hole (that's the best) but you don't want an overcrowded room full of guys. I did this part wrong in NYC and Chicago- I told guys to come between 7 and midnight, so guys were just showing up sporadically. I got it right in Philly- I told guys that they can come as early as 8, but ideally if you want to be part of a group, come between 9 and 10, even as late as 11. I had 12 guys in the room between 9 and 10 all taking turns banging me out. As far as lighting goes, I'd say keep one or two lamps on but don't have the room either too dark or too lit up. Porn is up to you also, but I am not a fan of it in scenarios like this because I feel like it's a distractor. I want guys to be into the gangbang, not what's going on on a TV or computer screen. I checked out your BBRT profile (hot by the way) and I noticed you're doing this gangbang in Sydney. I've never been to Australia (dying to go) so I'm not really sure what the guys are like there generally speaking. I have topped two Aussie guys here in the states and they were a great time. Looks like you have a hot lineup of guys, hope most of them actually show up. You should have a great time. I'd say don't sweat the small stuff. Just relax and let the tops enjoy you and your hole and everything will fall into place. You'll feel like a million bucks at the end of the night knowing you have a whole group of guys' sperm collected in your ass. Good luck and let us know how it went!

I want more story, especially with cheating, deception, revenge, incest

PART 3 "TWELVE!" the bus stop companion yelled as his eyes widened to owl-like size. "TWELVE! Maaaannnnn, you got to be kidding me." "No. I don't kid about my numbers," Darin said matter-of-factly. Once more the two stood in silence as the newcomer's brain processed what a dozen meant. He stood close to Darin looking down at the sidewalk and back up at him. The newcomer put his hands in his pockets and continued to contemplate what he had heard. He stared at the sidewalk for a couple of minutes before turning his head up slightly at Darin. "So, you're like Jell-o, eh?" he said smiling. Darin nodded yes. He looked back down at the sidewalk for a short bit then walked off in the direction from which he had come. When he reached the alley, he stepped off the sidewalk and to the middle of the alleyway and stopped as he turned facing into the alley. He looked back at Darin and jerked his head. He stood there momentarily and walked into the alley leaving Darin's sight. Darin stood there for a few moments before following but follow him he did into the alley. The pair walked further back into the dark. Darin saw the guy disappear which slowed his footsteps until he neared where the guy had gone out of sight. "Eh, back here," Darin heard a low voice coming from behind a dumpster. He hesitated. The guy stepped forward a bit so that Darin could see him and then backed away into the dark once more. Darin followed finding himself in a darkened area next to a building, a construction dumpster, and piles of materials and debris. His eyes focused and found his bus stop companion a few feet further in this darkness. He removed his backpack in case it was needed for defensive action to an attack which did not come. He took another six steps or so forward and saw finally that there was a dick hanging out of the sagging jeans of the man from the bus stop. Darin dropped his backpack on the ground and walked forward kneeling down. He reached down taking the uncut long thick dick into his hand and bent his head forward swallowing the entire length. It filled his mouth absolutely to capacity. He began working on the uncut dick licking it and pulling back off to the head and stuffing it back inside his wet warm mouth. The dick began to fill with blood and harden to its fullest size. Darin's mouth registered it as at least 8 inches long and tasted wonderful. More and more Darin worked the dick in his mouth not only to get it hard but to move its owner to eventual orgasm. Several minutes passed as Darin worked on the large uncut dick. He heard an occasional gentle intake of air or gasp or even an "ahhhh" pass out of the dick owner's mouth. He continued to work harder to add to his collection of cum loads swallowed for the evening or actually morning as it was now. To his surprise, the dick was unceremoniously yanked from his mouth. "Drop your jeans," the man demanded moving behind Darin. Darin quickly undid them pushing them down as he felt the man kneel behind him. Darin spread his legs as best he could and got on all fours. He felt the wet head of the dick he had been sucking guided to his hole and pressure applied. There was a bit of hesitation because of the lack of sufficient lube but soon his muscle popped open allowing the hood to be peeled back off his bus man's dick as the head sank deeply inside Darin. Two hard thrusting jerks and Darin felt his ass burning a bit as the entire length had now penetrated as far as it could inside him. Darin moaned and felt euphoric once more at having his ass stuffed with such a wonderful dick. Then, his bus stop companion began the sex dance that Darin had experienced so many times that night but not quite as good as how this chance meeting of a sex partner was doing to his ass right now. His shoulders were gripped hard as this man rammed his dick in and out of Darin's ass full length and with great deep thrusts. Over and over Darin felt the head of the dick inside him hit his prostate as it made its way fully inside where it bottomed out roughly before returning to its retreat to begin another attack. Darin began moaning and pushing backwards after a couple of minutes because of the fabulous sensation of such a stupendous fuck he was receiving. Darin didn't want this fuck to end. But, all good things do come to an end and this time way too soon for Darin's liking. He heard a low growl coming from behind him as his fucker began pounding his ass even harder and faster. The growling picked up in volume as the speed and intensity increased as driven by the growling. The sound of skin slapping against skin increased as Darin's fucker began to hit the strides of his sex dance.

I was 19 years old. It was a Saturday night and I was extremely horny. I received a message on my dating website. An older man messaged me about meeting up. He was far away but I couldn't escape curiosity.I drove over an hour to get to him. I messaged him once in front of his house and was directed to come right in. I walked in the house was extremely dark. I was scared but I continued as he told me to come to the back room. He pushed me on the bed and shoved my head to his dick. I opened my mouth and he began to fuck my face. I kept choking and he thrusted harder. With every thrust my mouth drizzled fluid out. His moans began to get louder and louder. He pushed my head down and held me on my stomach. He pulled my shirt off and pulled off my shorts. He instructed me to get my ass up. I obliged. I asked if he had protection.....he didn't answer. I felt his dick slide right into my asshole. It hurt and I moaned in pain. The more I moaned in pain the harder he thrusted. He held me down with his hands on my back. I moaned and begged to go on my back. He pulled me over, grabbed my ankles tight and spread me. Again he shoved his dick in and continued to fuck me. I could see his naked dick pounding away. I wanted him to put a condom on but I was powerless. It felt too good and receiving him was my only option. Faster he fucked I moaned more. His face an image of pure pleasure clenched followed by an enormous moan. He hunched over me as if all energy was spent. His dick motionless in my asshole slowly came out. The feeling of his seed dripped down my balls. He got up and gave me my clothes. I left with shakey leggs and an asshole wet and used.

My partner and I live a couple of doors down from another gay couple with whom, for the last few years, we've been friendly, and with whom we occasionally have gotten together for drinks and some fun, which means we have usually ended-up in bed shagging. I usually took a load from each of the other guys, and occasionally give a load to one of the couple. They're a bit older than us and both tops (mostly). Anyhow, last night they had a young friend staying with them. The visitor was a really cute guy in his 20's, with dark features and a gorgeous bubble butt. After a good few drinks we were all feeling the horn, so to speak, but the cute young guy was a bit reluctant to do anything and was holding out, so my partner and one of the older couple went upstairs together to get things started, while the three of us who remained downstairs had another drink. The general plan was to take things slowly - just for the younger guy. Anyway, it turned-out he wasn't so shy after all! My neighbour and I started by getting naked and playing with each other, sucking each other off, while the young lad, who was still dressed, just watched. After several minutes of sucking my neighbour, I climbed onto his lap and slipped my hole over his nice thick knob. I rode him for a few minutes when the young lad finally gave in and started sucking me off as I got fucked. Wow it was hot. After a couple of minutes of being blown I couldn't stand it anymore: the lad's gorgeous ass was begging for it. "Can I fuck you?" I asked. Without missing a beat he agreed, so, even as my neighbour's dick was lodged in my ass, I leaned back onto my elbows and the young lad sat on my cock. It took a while for him to work onto it but soon he was happily bouncing away. My neighbour and I were happy to watch this gorgeous lad having fun, and of course I got the front view of his hard cock bouncing up and down whilst my neighbour got the gorgeous ass view (although, of course, eventually we asked him to turn around, just to vary the view!) To keep things fair, after a while I slipped my ass off my neighbour and told the lad to come off me and swap cocks. I watched for a bit as he got fucked, hoping he'd suck me off, but no luck, but then I thought to ask "Would you take both of us at the same time?" Once again the lad was open to the suggestion, and as he was well loosened by now, the neighbour and I got him positioned and worked both our cocks up into his hole. He repeatedly groaned, saying he couldn't take it but a bit of persistence and a lot of poppers and we were in! It was fucking lovely and he also loved it. My neighbour came first, and blew his load into the lad's ass, even as my cock was still deeply lodged. Mmmm. Then my neighbour pulled out and I kept fucking until I exploded in the lad's guts. What a great night. My partner and the other neighbour missed the lot, even if they had their own fun.

Just got back from the local nude beach. Fucked a hot muscle boy and gave him a few day old load. then later got fucked by a young slim guy with an 8 inch cock. his load is still in me. Both times, not a word said about status.

PART 7 We embraced for several minutes until he released me. As I unwrapped my arms from around him, he put his mighty hands under my arm pits lifting me easily up off the floor. He turned around and sat me on a leather bed attached to the ceiling by chains. As he laid me backwards, I grabbed and held two of the chains until I was seated. He told me to move downward so that my ass was just hanging off the edge of the sling. He raised one of my feet to a strap and secured each ankle. He did the same to my wrists. He smiled at me with an approving nod at how I accepted everything. Butterflies were all flying in my stomach because of excitement and the unknown. I watched as he opened a bag in a corner. I hadn't noticed the bag before. He pulled out something that had a tube wrapped around it which he loosened. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a large plastic glass which he sat on a shelf. He stood up and held up for me to see what looked like a mask with a small black rubber dick. He put the black rubber dick to my mouth which I opened readily and wrapped my lips around it when it was seated. He pulled the straps behind my head where I felt him secure them in position. I could see a clear tube coming out of the exterior part. He bent back down to the bag and stood upright positioning a funnel to the end of the tube. "I can tell my white boy is thirsty, and I'm going to give him some of my own special water which he must swallow. Until he learns how thirsty he is for his Daddy's water, this is how it will be given. Before the night is over, my little white boy will drink from his Daddy's tap," he purred at me. He then turned and picked up the glass, walked to the bed, and stepped up onto it turning to face me. He unsnapped three points on his black leather jock removing it and dropping it onto the bed. My head reeled at what I saw in the middle of his crotch area. Hanging down was a prodigious uncut black dick that even from the distance that I lay from him I could see veins that looked enormous. I must admit the sight scared me. His dick was soft but had to be at least nine inches and thick. I could also see that hanging behind this massive amount of meat were two oversized balls in a sac that hung at least three quarters of the way down the length of his dick. Then, I looked at his face and all of his body, and it all made sense and was proportional. This black Man was here for a purpose . . . and so was I. Grit and determination solidified into my soul as I began to myself a mantra chant: I want to be your white boy for tonight, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy for tonight, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I looked up once more into his eyes as I kept repeating my mantra. I looked not to challenge him but attempting to see into my soul. I willed him to see me as each chorus of my mantra rang out inside my head. I lay relaxed and at ease as I saw him standing over me as a god. From out of nowhere, an aura began to glow about him growing stronger. I redoubled saying my mantra. Daddy . . . Daddy reached down grasped and lifted up the end of his dick. He peeled back the black hood as he put the glass beneath the head of his dick. A flow of his secondary nectar escaped through his piss slit and began filling the glass. I watched as the level rose higher until the flow stopped as it neared about an inch from the top. Daddy moved his dick from inside the glass and let it drop downward where it hung pendulously with the hood working its way back over the head. I thought to myself, I will become well trained and obedient and returned to my mantra. He stood there looking at me sedately poised for my initiation. He stepped down off the bed and walked to my side. He ceremoniously raised the cup as if it were a chalice and drank from it. Once Daddy had drunk leaving about two thirds of his piss in the glass. He stood there looking down at me helplessly secured in the sling. No, now, willingly secured in the sling. I could not understand why he was just standing there. Then, I knew. He had willed the answer to me. I began flashing my eyes from the chalice to his eyes to a downward glance hoping to indicate my mouth and backward to the chalice repeating the trio of looks several times. I had to try to get him to understand and kept up my desperate attempt at communication. With frustration and much agitation on my part, I finally began to plead despite having a rubber black dick stuck in my mouth which prevented normal speech. I called out, "Dahthy, pwleath." I was rewarded with a broader smile.

Chapter 3 I could feel that Mike’s cock hadn’t softened a bit. Maybe they’d given him Viagra, too? Without pulling out, he began to fuck me again, and this time I was able to put my arms around him as we kissed, and run my hands down his back, feel his ass muscles flexing as he drove inside me, urging him to thrust harder and faster. “You’re amazing,” I said in whisper. “No, you are. I knew you were the one, the minute I saw you,” Mike said. “Play with my balls, that’ll make me cum fast and hard.” I shivered with the intensity of our mutual desire, and felt a funny twinge behind my solar plexus. I worked my hand down between us, stroking and tickling his balls, reaching back to gently stroke his asshole, then teasing touches to the front of his dick as he pumped in and out of me. His huge, heavy balls began to tighten, and he started to drive his thrusts into me again. This time he covered my mouth with his, sticking his tongue inside my mouth to ravage me, just as his cock was ravaging my butt. He was still hitting that spot inside my butt, make me crave more and more of his hard cock, wanting more of his cum, no longer afraid. He broke off the kiss to shout to the room, “Ave libidinem, he is mine,” and like before, he gave three brutally hard thrusts, I felt his cock spasm, but this time my hands were free to grab his clenched butt and pull him so that his load would go deep inside of me. I came just as hard as I had a short while ago, and my response was driving Mike and his was driving me. He collapsed on top of me, again, his heart hammering. We shared a few lazy kisses, oblivious to the rest of the room, until the Father Scorpion said, “Show us the mixture, the blending of our charged seed and the Initiate’s blood.” Mike pulled out of me and I caught a glimpse of his cock, which was coated with a shiny, pinkish layer of what I assumed was his cum, the Acolyte’s cum and my blood. He stood and first showed his still rigid dick to our Father in Lust, who raised his fists and announced “The breeding has begun. Show your brothers the mixture of our contributions this night and the Initiate’s blood.” Mike turned towards our audience and was greeted by cheers and shouts of Ave libidinem and Fratres, in cupiditate. The Father commanded, “Initiate: prepare to clean his member with your mouth.” Member? Member of what? I didn’t get a chance to ask what that meant; Mike knelt over my face and brought his dick to my lips. I felt slightly queasy at the thought of licking and sucking his blood and semen covered cock, but I closed my eyes and thought about how this would please Mike. And judging from his gasps, he was more than pleased. Maybe he’d fuck me again when I was done. Once I’d finished, the Father directed “Now the rest of the Sons of the Scorpion will mate with the initiate, and mix our gifts and his blood. We will bring him into the light, he will burn with the flames of our lust!” I felt a pang of fear and looked to Mike. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak he said, “It’s our custom. All relationships are open within our brotherhood.” “But,” I started. “I’ll be right here. Just concentrate on me.” Then he moved closer and whispered, “It’ll get me really hot to watch you be fucked by my buddies.” I held on to that thought, that it would please Mike just as I had when I’d cleaned off his dick. First up was a tall, husky, muscular black guy. He had a build like a linebacker, and had already removed his loin cloth to reveal a huge dick, shorter than Mikes, but thicker. I gulped as he approached me, not sure what to expect. He kissed me, and murmured, “Mmmm…I can taste ass and balls and cum on your lips. Hot!” Then he pushed my legs to my chest, his head dipped and I felt his mouth on my anus. He was humming as he did it, thoroughly licking me clean, even driving his tongue up inside me. Then he was on his back, pulling my head down to suck his dick, pushing it into my throat until I gagged again. “Gotta train that throat,” he said, not letting up on the pressure. “Feels good to have your spit running down my dick.” Finally he let me go and I gasped for air and coughed. Then, he turned me around, put me on my hands and knees and shoved his dick inside me with one thrust. I screamed, and the room erupted into their chant as I was mercilessly pummeled by his immense dick and hard thrusts. Another guy – this one a smooth-skinned Latino sporting an even larger erection sat in front of me, his legs spread. “Suck me, don’t want to waste your mouth.” I moaned, then tried to take his dick in my mouth, but it was so think that I could barely manage the head. “Don’t want to suck me, is that it? Maybe you’ll like this better. Hey, Ike,” the Latino guy said, push him down when I’m in place.” The Latino guy turned on his stomach and positioned himself so that his ass was under my face. The Black guy, without stopping his thrusts pushed me flat, and made sure my face was buried in the Latino guys ass. He was more than musky – outright dirty – and I tried to pull my head away. “Get your face in there,” the Black guy growled. “You don’t suck dick, then you have to eat ass.” Forcing me to rim his brother seemed to push him over the edge; the Black guys thrusts seemed were violent now, as if he was trying to push me through the platform. Then he was howling “Ave libidinem, he has taken the first of my loads.” The first? I thought, horrified. He wouldn’t let up, kept fucking me until my ass throbbed. I thought Mike was amazing for shooting twice in a row. This guy came four or five times before he was ready to stop. Then the Latino guy flipped me on my back, raised my legs and drove into my already abused asshole. And another of his brothers – this one a smooth white guy with red hair and pubes – came to use my mouth for his pleasure. It went on for who knows how long; as soon as one guy had finished with my ass, the one who was at my mouth would fuck me, and another would take his place. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I counted ten guys, each of whom came at least twice in my ass. By then I was exhausted, and hoping that my initiation – more like a marathon trial by fire was over. “You have done well, my sons,” the Father said. I was lying at his feet, curled up on my side. “He is now prepared for the final stage of his initiation.” Oh, God. Now what? I heard a rustle of fabric and looked up to see him shed his black robe and his loincloth. His dick wasn’t the largest I’d seen that night, but it had that huge ring through the tip shaped like a horseshoe, but with large ball bearings on each end. I knew what was coming next...

I love to fuck with couples if they are both into it. Love it when they are both tops and one fucks his load in my ass while the other cums down my throat or when they take turns at both ends. i've been with couples when one guy just gets off watching his lover fuck me, I have some regular fuck buds couples that call me up when they want to fuck my hole or lots of times they just want to make out with each other while i'm sucking both of their cocks. Occasionally they want to double fuck me which I REALLY love, I have also been with straight couples where the guy is really bi and his girlfriend/wife gets off, (usually with a dildo) watching him fuck me or just watching me sucking him off. Having sex with couples can be a lot of fun.

I've been with different committed couples several times. It's hot but can be a hit or miss as well. Sometimes you are indeed the center of attention, sometimes after a while they are so into each other that you're left out and end up watching them having sex (which is not what I came for).

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

Ha ha! Well, I was hitched with a female for 10 years. I cheated on her with guys. I love women, but gay sex is much hotter. I don't want and have never wanted a relationship with a guy. I never understood why totally gay guys get off on the fact that I was married. I found hooking up with other guys in my situation sucked. I found gay guys more uninhibited sexually. One time when my now ex was visiting family out of state a gay guy came over. He got off with me messing around with him on my "wedding bed" as he called it. He said her pic on the nightstand turned him on. Yes he was strictly gay. Confusing but I don't care. It's all good!

The first one who now POZ is 23. The second is 28 and hope he turns if not we will just blood slam him.

i have had cum leak out my ass and down my balls while fucking my wife. Some of it obviously got in her. The top who was breeding me at the time loved the idea of his gay cum in my wife and always wanted me to go home and fuck her after he bred me.

Tailgate Gangbang and K9 Money Pit (The Pimp Gets Twisted): The crack pipe burned my fingers a bit as in my completely-high-fucked-up state I had shifted them a little too close to the flames. Griz, Lex, and Jay – the Holy Trinity of bad-ass, nasty, BBC whore Masters – all laughed at what a mess I was. I had homeless cum running out of every hole, chem piss falling off my body in crusty flakes, and multiple strains of viral attackers coursing through my veins from the constant raw breeding they had forced upon me. OK, well ‘forced’ may be too strong of a word. OK, not all. Maybe at first, but I was a willing participant now and as I sat on Griz’s lap, his long, thick black dick buried up my ass, and his scarred, bearded face nestled at the back of my neck as he bit me, marking me like a stallion marks his mare, I had to focus on what I was being asked. Lex held the camera close to my face, my bloodshot eyes taking up the frame, “Go on whore, tell the folks at home what the rules are. What was the first thing you learned when you entered whore boot camp?” “Rule #1.” I said, then paused, looked into Jay’s expectant gaze as he stood to the left and back of Lex, and then felt Griz bite hard enough to break the skin on my upper back making me flinch, “Whore’s clean the shit off.” My Masters smiled. “Rule #2. I ain’t nothing but a faggot-sissy-pussy-slut-bitch-whore. Anything they want, I do. No argument, no discussion, no negotiation.” Jay chimed in from the peanut gallery “THAT’S FUCKING RIGHT SLUT! YOU TELL ‘EM.” “Rule #3. It’s all about the Benjamins. I need to make my hole pulse, twitch, and milk them dicks so they nutt and bounce - pay out.” (I added that last bit, which pleased all my BBC Whore Boot Camp councilors.) “And Rule #4. I belong to…umm – him,” I said as I pointed and Lex panned the camera to Jay who smiled and said, “This white whore so good, he got three Mandingo Masters – count them you jealous bitches – three! One…two…three! And you know fucking what? That white pussy pleases each and every fucking one of us. I am Master Jay – the Jay Man and the man behind the camera is Master L….What? Oh fuck no really? Ha – aiight – the man behind the camera is just Master and that horse hung nicca taking the whore’s temp with his schlong dong is the biggest, blackest bear around, our nation’s capitol own Weapon of Mass Destruction – THE GRIZ! Whoop whoop!” Lex lowered the camera, turned it off and said to me, “That’s good. Real good. Now wipe some of that nutt out of your eyes. Not too much now, just enough to see those pretty blues. Damn you’re fine, come here baby.” With Griz still holding me on his dick Lex stepped over, grabbed my face and started to tongue fuck my mouth. Jay piped up, “Come on now. Back to business yo!” Lex laughed as he pulled away from my face, turned the camera back on and Jay got up beside me and pointed, “You see that? That long run of spit running down the whore’s face? That be Master spit. That mouth is ours. That ass is ours. That body is ours. Those nipples be mine now listen to the whore cry as I chew those little bitches out.” I started to whimper and whine as Jay leaned down and clamped his teeth onto each of my nipple’s in turn while Griz continued to churn his bear dick in my ass, spinning his cub sperm and putting them into hibernation deep in my man cave. When Jay bit so hard he drew blood I yelped, he pulled off, they all laughed, and with the camera in one hand, Lex handed me a crack pipe and continued to narrate. “OK. For you folks who need to catch up. Dum white boy puts his nose where it don’t belong. Gets knocked up in an alley – double raped and stuffed. Gets passed along to my man here. Get’s dawg fucked in a garage. Gets gang banged by some dumb-ass youngins, then nutted and pissed in and on by the biggest and filthiest homeless dicks in the city. You with me?” Griz then stopped chewing on me long enough to pipe in, “And don’t forget about us. I’ve been banging this slut off and on for over half a day now and that pussy ain’t stopping. Hungry hungry whore pussy that’s what we got. So if you all need a taste of white cherry pie, hit us up. If you working with some monster meet we can set you up!” The camera turned off, Lex took the pipe, and as Griz growled in my ear I fought to reach Jay’s 12-inch dick that was now oh so fucking close. Far too late did I realize fucking my throat was not what he had in mind when he held up a black collar with a small box on the front. “What does this say?” Jay asked. I squinted and read the letters aloud, “D – O – G – T – R – A,” paused and sounded it out, “DogTra?” Jay nodded, fitted the leather collar around my neck and Griz slid the bulky box to the side as he wrapped both of his hands under my chin, pressing the collar tight. Jay then held up what looked like a little walkie-talkie, hit a button, and both Griz and I jumped, spasmed, and twisted. Jay and Lex were busting out laughing, Griz was swearing, and I was scrabbling at my neck trying to get it off. “That is a shock collar. You a bitch now. So while you done well so far, let’s just say all bitches need to learn their place and yours is the kennel. You obey or…..” Jay said just before hitting the shock button again. Once the spasm subsided Jay continued, “That was for your sassy mouth with Pastor Mike.” Griz then yelled, “Fuck that made me shit the chair a little I think but hot damn! That pussy clenched my dick so hard and made my balls cry out like they were kicked – do it again!” Collared and filled with a fresh load from Griz, I stumbled into the bathroom to piss. I strained and nothing. So I sat down, Lex opened the door filming me, “See. A true whore pussy sits when he pisses. Good slut!” Then he left me in peace to finish my business. When I came out I asked Jay again about getting something to eat. He shook his head, pushed me back a step, then grabbed a plate off the table and said, “Here, snort this. The only thing going into those guts for the next few days is nutt, piss, spit, nutt, piss, and more spit. You feel me?” Jay then stomped up the stairs; Griz and Lex huddled and chatted, so I entertained myself with cleaning the plate and sticking two coated fingers up my bruised hole for good measure. I was enjoying the high when Jay came back carrying a 5-pound bag of sugar. He made me bend over the chair, Lex grabbed the camera and Jay started to speak for the next installment on our Xtube channel – WHORE BOOT CAMP. “WHORE BOOT CAMP. The few – the slutty – the submissive white ass that be deep enough, wide enough, hungry enough to take our BBC,” Jay said proudly as he slapped my ass, bruising it for sure. “Like we showed you in previous vids, you got to keep the whore drugged up, dicked up, and used and abused. This white rabbit is now our total prisoner for dick – no running, no escape, no way out. Sleep when I say. Eat when I say. Do what the fuck I say – call me the Warden. Well all that shit takes a toll you know. I grew up on a farm and when a cow…..what the fuck Griz, yes farm...you know I was a country nicca…OK folks anyways, as I was sayin, sometimes when a cow give birth those big headed babies just flop their cunt right outside her hole and drag it with her. That’s where this comes in…” Jay paused, held up the 5-pound bag of sugar and patted it before continuing on, “Bend over whore. See how those pussy lips look all swollen, bruised, puffy, and that cunt is gaping a bit? Well just pour some sugar in your hand, scoop it up, and rub it on and in and around that tender hole like this.” I squirmed a little as it felt like sandpaper until Griz snarled in my ear. Jay went on, “The sugar makes the swelling go down, those pussy lips tighten up, and in no time flat it’s ready to gape and bang again. Best of all, tastes sweeter than ever.” That was Griz’s queue and I started moaning as he turned me back around and buried his face in my ass and started lapping up my honey pot. The guys all laughed, Lex turned the camera off, and my Mandingo Masters got down to business discussing how best to whore me out next. I was smoking a freshly filled pipe, all thoughts of eating or anything else except the smoke in my lungs and getting more dick and cum in my ass had vanished when the Holy Trinity of Mandingo Masters circled me. Jay had an evil smile on his face, Griz had a hungry look and was stroking his mad thick dick, and Lex was all about business as he showed me his phone and a text message he had just sent out: CUM ONE – CUM ALL (then there was a picture of me on my back on Jay’s chest with his T-Rex gonno dick stretching my hole and cum frothing out around it as he pumped) TAILGATE PARTY BY IBIZA STOP BY, GET A PIECE OF WHITE TAIL, GET PARTIED UP For all the freak brothas looking to unload and get down - dig some ass out and load it up with man juice. - double digit fellas only (for you dumb fucks that means no little dicked fuckers) - you must pass the ruler test – so no fakers, only playas - Molly gift bag for those who agree to be videoed (no face shots – hood masks available) - show up, fuck, and get fucked up and then be about your business THIS THE ONE TIME YOU CAN KNOCK UP A PUSSY AND NOT WORRY ABOUT A CALL FROM MAURY ASKING, “WHO’S THE DADDY?” RSVP for final locale and your personal invite. I looked up, they guys were all smiling now and in explanation Jay laughed and said, “Dudes be coming out of the clubs and be jonesing for some pussy and most of them leave frustrated and broke and we all usually with them – HA - but not tonight, tonight we offering a taste of something special you rabbit – you and that white tail of yours.” My ass quivered at the though of more horny straight dudes busting my ass open and I asked, “So when do we start?” Griz handed his phone to Lex and said, “WE can use this,” he turned to me and said, “Right now whore, let me back up inside you, my dick is getting chilly.” I grunted as his bear dick skidded back in while Lex and Jay looked at the picks on Griz’s phone. “What is this,” Lex asked, “Why are you showing us pictures of a Wonder Bread delivery truck?” Griz kept pumping my ass he replied, “Keep scrolling. Little side project I’ve been working on. Check it out. Just inside the front door there’s two set of curtains on poles that slide back and forth making a little entry hall - same at the back - so you can walk to the middle and out the back without anyone outside seeing anything. Got a couple chairs, TV with built in DVD to run porn, mini-cooler for drinks, restaurants mats – you know those kinds with the holes – all over the floor so you can piss or whatever and let it flow down drain drilled in the middle. I also installed a water tank with a hose, sound proofing, and the best bit – keep scrolling – keep scrolling – stop there – my adjustable fuck bench. See it can rise up or down and has got chains on both ends that keep a whore tied in place. Can’t have the bitches running now can we. Got a couple new girls lined up for some rolling hooking, but hell – why not use it for this whore right here?” Jay laughed, “You’re one sick twisted son of a bitch you know that man?” he said to Griz. Lex just nodded, deep in thought as Griz said, “Got a similar set up in back at the shop too now, back by the dog pit. Hmm….that gives me a… OH FUCK YEAH MILK MY FUCKING DICK YOU SLUTTY PUSSY – FEEL THAT? FEEL THOSE NUTTS FLOODING YOU OUT? HELL YEAH!!” A few hours later, after invites had been posted on Craigslist, Xtube, AdultSpace, and a few other sites, as well as email blasted to all their horse-hung buddies, I found myself sitting naked on the floor of a Wonder Bread truck as it rattled through the city. Griz was standing up by the front door, hanging on as his tow truck driver drove. The guy driving was the one who took my keys to go check on my apartment and made secret plans with me to hook one-on-one and I was anxious to get more of his dick. Jay was with me in the back, stuffing a new pipe, checking his locked boxes of supplies, humming to himself and having a grand old time as he prepared to pimp me out. The truck was parked down Patterson Street NE close to North Capitol. Griz wanted easy access in and out for folks. I didn’t know what time it was, just that it must be late as it was dark out when Jay walked me wrapped up in a blanket out to the truck. The driver pulled the curtain back and was rubbing his dick and I anxiously stood up so I could bend over as I wanted his nutt so bad. I dropped to the floor and grabbed the collar as Jay laughed, “Fuck no bitch. Sit back down. And you – walk your sorry nicca ass right out the back and man the back door. This is business tonight, no freebies.” I rubbed my neck as I asked, “Yeah but the email I saw didn’t say anything about paying? What about Rule #3?” Jay smiled, nodded, “Good bitch, you was listening. Look. Not every hustle is about the RTM cash flow – you know, Right-This-Minute. Sometimes you got to give a taste, make the hook, promise something bigger and better later.” I lit the pipe, put my head back against the side of the truck and shrugged, whatever, I didn’t care – they were the brains, I was just the talent, and my ass was hungry. I had not been empty of dick this long since Jay had raped me in the alley and I needed more cum. The thought of all the raw, dirty, infected dick I had taken made my dick get hard and I rubbed at it before taking another hit. Griz came in back, “OK. Lex will be here in a minute, just texted me. Here find some place to set this, Lex said you’d need it.” Jay took the small white board and the set of markers, smiled, turned the board to me so I could read: _ _ Loads in Whore’s Pussy I inhaled a cloud, smiled back, blew the cloud Jay’s way and said, “Well let’s get this show started. I want so much cum shot up my ass I can taste it.” Lex had stepped through the curtains, the camera pointed my way and said, “For you folks at home you heard him ask for it, so when later he’s begging for us to stop saying he can’t take it anymore, you know what? We won’t, because that’s not what he wants – or needs.” Bent over the fuck bench, chained down, and flying high, I grunted as the first horny BBC of the night mounted me and set the van rocking. He had one of the masks on so all his derogatory comments and verbal abuse were muffled, but between them and his slaps, Lex was loving it and filming it all. “BREED THE BITCH…DUMP THOSE BABIES…CUM IN THERE…DIG THAT SHIT OUT. YOU WANT YOUR MOLLY, SHRED THAT ASS UP…TURN IT OUT BROTHA, MAKE THAT SHIT SQUIRT…HOT PUSSY POCKET JUST WAITING FOR YOU, DON’T BE SHY, SLAM THE FUCK IN THERE…BET YOUR GIRL CAN’T TAKE YOUR HORSE COCK LIKE THAT CAN SHE…” According to the sign I had taken 27 loads from the random, anonymous BBC rapists when I started to complain. That’s right – 27 horned up dudes from the club or street who climbed up into that delivery truck and bred me raw before getting their Molly grab bag and an invite for later. Nasty fuckers! These were not long fucks. Hell, to me most of them barely seemed to pop in my ass before they blew their cum in my sloppy, wet, gushy hole filling me up like a box of Twinkies. I’m sure I could have got more, but things seemed to slow a bit after some crazy woman started banging on the side of the Wonder Bread truck and yelling, “There’s some crazy gay sex shit going on in there! Where’s my man? Where’s he at? I got your phone asshole! DL motha-fucka, get your bait loving ass out here.” Well, at the moment, he was 11 inches deep in my ass and telling Jay, “She wonders why I fuck other pussy? Hear that mouth?” as he continued to take his time and dick me down before loading me up. When he was through Lex distracted the woman at the front while Jay hustled her man out the back. HA! Now, back to the complaining. I was not trying to be difficult and complain on purpose mind you, but the drugs made me sassy as Jay would say and a few shocks from the collar did not placate me so Jay said, “I got something that’ll chill you out,” and held a new pipe up to my mouth and had me inhale long and hard. Whatever that shit was sent my flying like Tinker Bell in Never Land and when Lex said how tweaked out I was he told Griz to, “Go get my man.” Jay sounded concerned, “Look, I know that will be some freak shit and that ass is gaping, but I don’t think he’s ready yet.” Lex laughed, “That’s the whole point. You can’t rape the willing and folks have been paying the biggest money for the vids that show it hurting and rough and its now or never and he is bringing the biggest Pit Bulls he’s got on his fighting team, so we need to be gracious hosts. How about this, you then get to pack it all back in? We good?” The Wonder Bread truck rocked as my next fuck daddy ambled through the curtains and into the back. Greetings were made, Jay had me hit the pipe some more, and I yelped as large nails scarped a series of tracks down the full length of my back, my ass cheeks and then rammed into my hole. Lex narrated, “Folks, you know we have been working this whore hard, but that’s nothing. Right now, right here, you see the KING – the KING DICK – The KING HAMMER – and he’s going to rape fuck that white pussy until it drips red with his 14 inches – yes you heard me, 14 inches that makes even God jealous. You ready?” Jay kneeled by my head, held my face and said, “Here, open your mouth, this is going to get rocky.” The wad of paper towels had barely got shoved in my mouth when the KING lined himself up and using the 27 loads already in me, rammed his HAMMER into my hole. The chains snapped, my body arched, my world spun and it felt like instead of a hammer he was skewering me with a blade. Tops will scoff and say, “You took 11, 12, well 14 is only a couple inches bigger. I have to tell you, that couple of inches can make a world of difference and create a world of hurt, and most dicks that size don’t get brick hard so there’s some give to them. Not KING – he turned my intestines into a nothing but a pig casing for his giant sausage roll. “Damn look at his face? His eyes are rolled back and he’s drooling like he’s having a fit!” Griz said as he kneeled on the floor by my head. Being the pervert that he was he had locked the front door and him, his tow truck driver, and Jay were all watching KING rape my ass while Lex continued to video tape it. KING kept scratching my back and sides with his long nails as he mounted me and while it took him a few minutes to straighten my insides out so he could long dick it, my wet ass made it worth the wait for him. Once he was balls deep he started praising me like I was the fucking second coming of Christ and right then, I was. I was the one sending him to heaven, and sacrificing myself on his wood. “RAPE THAT ASS KING. YOU SAID WE COULDN’T FIND YOU A PUSSY TO TAKE ALL THAT DARK DICK…WHAT DO YOU SAY NOW NICCA? YOU EVER BEEN ABLE TO BALLS DEEP FUCK LIKE THAT? IT’S GRIPPING YOU AIN’T IT…SHIVERING ON THAT DICK…CAUSE IT’S A HUNGRY WHORE PUSSY – SUPER WHORE PUSSY – WHITE QUEEN PUSSY FOR YOU KING…USE THAT NICCA CUM THAT’S UP THERE, FUCK IT DEEPER, THAT’S IT, MAKE THAT WHORE CRY YOUR NAME…MAKE THAT WHORE CRY FOR YOU AND BEG – HEAR THAT KING – BEGGING FOR IT. WHAT YOU GOT KING, TELL THE CAMERA WHAT PACKAGE YOU DELIVERING ON THAT JUMBO 747 WIDE BODIED DICK – FUCKING AIDS NUTT? BLOODY THAT SHIT UP AND CHARGE IT GOOD – FUCKING ANIMAL MAN – FUCKING ANIMAL.” KING was getting close when he screamed at Jay, “HIT ME MAN, FULL CHARGE,” when he asked again Jay shrugged and zapped me, my shock collar pulsing my whole body and sending shocks up into KING’s dick. The freak loved it and went buck wild, and demanded it again. By the time KING started blasting his jet fuel cum into my gut lining I was straining the chains so bad – not to get away – but because I wanted him deeper and to fuck me harder. The rougher he got, the more I needed it. Thankfully he was kind enough to wait until his dick had softened down to a small 9 inches or so before he eased out. KING sighed, scratched me up some more, and let Lex get some close up shots of his covered, slimed dick. While Lex held the camera at the sign Griz laughed, whistled, and said, “Fuck yeah! Dick of death right there. I think that counts for oh, what a good 8 on the chart, but wait. Night’s not over. Stay tuned. – WOOF!” Jay unchained me, handed me a new pipe, and gently wiped the sweat off my face and ran his calloused hands over my body. I expected he would want to get in my ass, but he seemed content just holding me as Lex, Griz and KING talked up front. “Are we going home now?” I asked Jay feeling tired, wired, horned, scorned, used, abused, wanted, and discarded all at the same time. A shake of his head and the packed pipe let me know more was to come so knowing my evil, twisted, Mandingo Masters I hit the clouds hard and by the time we pulled into the lot of Griz’s garage, I was ready to go. More than ready. What ever was in that pipe had me flying high and I was seeing unicorns and Skittles and feeling no pain. There were cars pulling in and guys milling about down to the side and Jay led me in a side door and to a small room. He closed the door, hustled his pants down and slammed inside me. Jay sighed, I moaned, and loved the feel of his hard dick pressing against my guts and pushing all that cum in and out. Griz soon appeared, Jay pulled out with a PLOP and Griz said, “Lift up your arms, you need to put this on.” I looked at what he held and cocked my head – a vest? Griz nodded, “It’s Kevlar. Trust me, you need it.” Once he and Jay had strapped me in he then held up a thick pair of work overalls that had a hole cut in the ass and wiggled his fingers through them. He then had me step into those and zipped it up. Finally he told Jay, “I’ll be back in two minutes. Hit the pipe, time for the show.” When Griz returned, he put a pair of thick gloves on my hands and boots on my feet and then a welders hood over my head, which protected my face, neck, and head. While I could see, it was through layers of grime and dirt. He then jammed three fingers in my ass and rubbed something hot and wet around, and in, my hole. Griz and Jay each took an arm and led me out to an area of the garage. 50-gallon oil drums had been set up in a large circle with metal fencing connecting them. There were men all around the circle – the dog pit - hooting, hollering, flashing cash, smoking, drinking. Griz pushed me into the circle and stood at the gate as I slowly turned. I still didn’t quite know what was happening. I turned back to Griz who had stood aside as the tow truck driver and another guy walked into the circle carrying the fuckbench – or one like it. This was set real low and Griz pointed, so I kneeled on the floor and laid my chest on it. While all the sound was sort of muffled through the welder’s hood, it got suddenly quiet and I turned and had to adjust the hood window with one of my hands so I could see. I started to get up, by the collar shocked me, I dropped back down, my heart racing and my stomach clenched. I needed to run. KING walked into the circle with three GINMORMOUS Pit Bulls on wrist thick chains. He and his pets walked a circle around me and they pulled at the chains as they came near me. I stayed kneeling. The muzzles on their heads did nothing to ease my fear because I could see in their eyes their anger – their hatred – their desire to tear me up. Wait – this was wrong. Why were these dogs walking on two legs sometimes. I shook my head, the pipe high clearly making me see shit. No I was sure, I guess, kind sort of. The ‘dogs’ on his chains were big men, big naked men – not much smaller than KING - with unnaturally long monster dicks swinging back and forth and ball sacks that jutted out farther than normal. They had on Pit Bull rubber masks that covered their heads and neck, large rubber ‘paws’ with long metal claws, on their hands and feet and long rubber tails coming out their asses. Jesus fuck what was this shit? The cheers and yells got louder, KING made another circle and this time with only one dog-man. He stopped in front of me, I looked up, pushed the welder hood back a little, and saw KING smile looking like the devil himself. He casually reached down, unsnapped the chain, and the Pit sprang away from him like he had seen a rabbit. Right – rabbit – fuck that’s me! I tried to spin around, but realized too late what was happening as the first Pit body slammed me against the fuck bench and with practiced ease, knocking the wind out of me. He pinned me under his muscular body, his powerful paws holding me down as his nails tore into the coveralls and found small purchase against the Kevlar vest. I don’t know what Griz had wiped on my hole but the Pit was determined to fuck me. KING walked to my side, I felt his hands shift my legs a little and then HOLY HELL MY ASS WAS ON FIRE! The Pit’s dick jammed into my ass and he started to thrust fuck me like no tomorrow. The crowd roared as the Pit rape fucked me and I could hear howls of laughter and comments like, “FUCK MAN THAT’S GROSS! FUCKED UP – YEAH! KNOT THE BITCH,” and when it felt like he had a knot that really did grow inside me, the Pit ejaculated, and the crowd roared even louder. I was scared, it hurt, but it seemed this Pit was well trained and did his business, slid out, trotted to the side, sat down, lifted his leg and his semi-hard dick and started to lick himself clean. Jay came in the ring, took the hood off, handed me a pipe and as I hit it and breathed the welcomed smoke I could hear Griz pimping me out to the highest freak bidder. Jay grabbed me up, dragged me out of the ring, quickly took me back to the room and said, “Intermission. That was fucking wild and amazing. Jesus. You got me so dam horny, but we just made buck offering your cunt up for a puppy double drop.” With that he stepped out and a guy stepped in with a four legged Pit on a leather leash. The guy unbuttoned his shirt, dropped his pants, and showed me a thick 13 incher. Jesus – where have these guys been hiding? I bent over and said, “No spit, just slam it like the Pit, I need some more Pit juice, you got some for me.” This dude did not have to be asked twice, but surprised me by putting the welder’s hood back on me and barking a few commands as he held me so his little buddy could get a load in first. The guy then used the Pits’ knotty loads as lube so he could add his own to the mix. Several minutes later I was on my back, legs splayed wide, as this big dawg raped me like the bitch I was. Satisfied, he pulled his pants up and left me there, shredded, drippy ass that was desperately hungry now. Jay came back in, I quickly smoked some more, he and Griz walked me back to ring as Griz announced, “YA’LL WANT TO SEE ANOTHER SHOT? KEEP THE BETS COMING. CAN THE WHORE TAKE IT ALL AGAIN OR TAP OUT? THAT CUNT WILL BE PREGGO WITH A LITTER OF PUPPIES FOR SURE – THE ONLY QUESTION IS WILL THEY HAVE FOUR LEGS……OR TWO?” The crowd roared, lots of cheers for FOUR FOUR FOUR echoed through the garage. I didn’t need to be told this time as I kneeled, watched KING stroll around the ring with the second masked Pit and before he bent down to unhook the chain I lifted the welder’s hood up a bit and said, “Come on boy, pphht ppphht – who’s a good boy? Want some white pussy?” The dudes loved that I was talking smack to the Pit, yet the dog-man did not share the humor and as soon as he was unleashed ran, lunged, and this time with no help from KING thrust right in and knotted me up. This time as the Pit pulled out after completing his mission, there was no bidding as before Griz could offer me up KING yelled, “MINE!” and I was dragged to the back where the third and largest of his dog/men was waiting. I happily got on my knees and almost buckled from the weight, and probably would have too if KING had not kneeled in front of me, peeled off the hood, and jammed his rebar dick into my mouth. To prevent his pup from scratching my head up, he held the dog’s paws on my shoulder as they both pumped me from each end. Master and man’s best friend, sharing a whore. Bunch of sick, twisted, mother fuckers for sure. The Pit filled my tank, pulled out, and for this fuck, KING flipped me over, and while holding my legs back slobbered at my hole, lapping up the puppy milk that flowed out. He then angled his dick in and pushed hard, spearing my back and making me cry out in pain before my guts straightened out and he went to town. Mid-rape Lex came in and got some close up shots on the camera. As Lex’s video fades to black, the viewers at home they see a shot of me on the garage floor, my legs held up like a freshly skinned rabbit, with KING and his pups surveying their new bitch that they all had just marked. I had been passed along again and what KING wanted, KING got. Now that he had found and broken in a whore who could satisfy him and his puppy pack, he was not letting me go.

My favorite part is when my cockhead pops into the hole. I can feel the warmth engulf me as I push in balls deep.

Last year I was in Munich. Went out drinking with some mates and got horny. Went back to the hotel, got cleaned and went to the local bathhouse. Something must have been in my drinks, because I went crazy. While I don't remember most of it, I just have flashbacks of the following: - Being spitroasted by two old guys in some relaxation room - Getting fucked in the sling by some guys - Sucking of guys in the steamroom and them covering my face in cum - Fisting a guy in the sling - getting fisted in the sling - sitting in the bathroom working as a pissoir. - Getting home and getting pounded by someone in my hotel bed at 6am in the morning My hole was bleeding and sore the next day and I was wrecked. Does this sound familiar to anyone? Anyone ever experienced something similar?

Part IV I don't think I slept very long, like a half hour at most. I woke up to my new buddy shaking and asking "You okay, buddy?" "Okay, just tired," I replied. "It's more than the heat," he returned, remarking the 151 Rum I had been drinking was powerful stuff. "I should be fine. I've only had four drinks," I replied. "Yeah, but I don't think you realize how much booze you poured into your glass. You probably poured two, if not three shots per glass, and that's an awful lot of rum in a single serving." I just kind of nodded, too tired to really pay much attention. "We'd better get you up so you can walk it off a bit," he commented, as he and the guy who had grabbed my ass earlier each took one of my arms, and helped me stand-up. My legs felt like rubber and I could barely stand upright. We were all laughing but I had no idea why I was other than they were. They tried to help me take a step and I was so groggy I almost fell over, even with them holding on to me. My lack of balance threw all of us all off balance with the result I fell on an empty table. My buddy let go of me and ended up crashing into another table, and the second guy pretty much fell on top of me. Again, we were all laughing, the two of them at me as I laughed at their antics. "Lucky this table was here to catch me," I noted, which only set them off again in uncontrollable laughter. With that I spaced out again. Only for a couple of minutes, as far as I could tell, as when I came around the second guy was still more or less on top of me. "What's goin' on?" I asked. "We're getting a cot for you, so don't worry," he replied, and sure enough, the cot magically appeared and I crashed, more than happy to sleep it off. Completely exhausted, I nodded out for several minutes, only awakening when I felt something happening to my ass. It felt pretty damn good, even if it was miles away. "What's goin' on," I managed to ask. "Oh, you're awake! Sorry, but your ass is so fuckin' beautiful I just had to taste it, like this," the guy replied, as he drove his tongue into my ass crevice. I just laid there trying to think, but it was hard to do with the sensations he was causing with his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. Then I felt something actually entering my hole. I almost jumped off the cot where I was reclining, but found I couldn't move my limbs. They just didn't work like they were supposed to. He kept it up for a while and then it dawned on my befuddled mind that my cock was hard as a rock and throbbing. Just then my buddy came back and asked "Hey what the hell are you doing?" The other guy stopped his tongue but inserted a finger into my ass as he said he just couldn't resist this nice ass and it tasted so good. My buddy told him he probably shouldn't be doing that with me about passed out and not knowing what was going on. The guy said I think he knows as he has been moaning for a while and I just felt his cock and it is hard. With that he stuck second finger in my hole and twirled them around a bit and when he hit a spot I didn't know was there I moaned again. It really felt great. He kept up the massage there driving me wild but still unable to figure out exactly why. They were talking but I really couldn't understand what they were saying much with my foggy brain. Just heard a word here and there. Something about dangerous, toxic, convert, drunk. Last word I caught I was pretty sure of that but not the others at all. Between being tired, drunk and turned on with my hole being used I couldn't seem to keep a thought. The conversation went on for a while when they guy said he thought it was time for something and my buddy said something like he found this hot too. He said go ahead and try and see what it is like. The guy then pulled his fingers out of me all of a sudden and stood up. This caused me to moan as it left an empty feeling. It didn't last long though as I felt something wet on my hole and a pressure and I was trying to think and thought it was him putting his fingers back in me. It sure felt like all his fingers at once though and then boom I felt my ass give and a large pressure going inside me. It hurt but only for a few seconds as he held still a little bit and then I felt the pressure going in and out of my hole and it felt like about every other stroke went deeper and deeper. He was definitely hitting that spot and I was moaning in pleasure now and my cock was throbbing like crazy under me. He kept up what he was doing for a while and then I felt him go in deep one last time and it felt like he was shaking behind me and grunting some. I could actually feel something warm in my hole but had no idea what it was. Then the filled feeling was gone as he pulled back. My buddy then was saying that was hotter than hell watching that. He told the guy to help him with me a bit. The two of them then lifted me up off of the table and next thing I knew they were laying me down. I thought they were putting me on the cot to sleep for a bit and kind of spaced out again. As I faded a bit I felt something around my wrists and it felt like my legs were lifted up and out. When I came around again a minute or so later again my buddy was looking me in the eyes and I could feel the pressure in my hole again. In and out and wow, hitting that spot again and my cock felt like it was going to explode. I wasn't sure what was happening but my buddy right over me like that then leaned down and oh hell, he kissed me and in my state of arousal I was kissing him back. He broke off the kiss and told me my ass was like velvet but I didn't know what he meant by it. He leaned back then and I kind of lifted my head up. I then realized my hands were held in place by some sort of chains and my legs were being held wide apart and my buddy was between my legs and as I tried to focus I all at once could see down there and could actually see his cock huge and hard. I then noticed there was a mirror on a pole overhead that looked right between us. I looked in it and my buddies cock was hard alright and going in and out of an ass hard and fast. Took me a bit before I realized it was my ass. My mind was trying to figure that out and what it meant but failing as that blasted spot inside there was driving me totally in orbit and I could feel it getting ready to cum but couldn't seem to figure out why since I wasn't touching it. Then I heard my buddy talking. I tried to sort it out but again was only catching parts here and there. Something about him going to cum, fill that neg hole, toxic again, going to be a huge flood, hole going to be ruined. I lost it again though as I was watching in the mirror again as he suddenly rammed his cock to the balls in the ass there and I heard him saying something about converting that hole good now and then my cock erupted and sent cum from my stomach clear up to my face. Probably the most cum I could ever remember producing. My buddy then was leaning over me again but now was licking up my cum all the way up to my face where he planted another kiss on me and as my mouth opened he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I could feel something in my mouth also and swallowed.

Part II The parade had been a hoot and getting to ride in it after hurting my ankle was kind of cool too. Wearing nothing but my jockstrap made me a little uneasy but hey, when you hurt to try things sometimes to get a lift. LOL As we crossed the finish line my new buddy told me to just hang on a bit as we were going to head back towards the start a ways to where they had set up a small camp for sales of gay pride items. That way I wouldn't have so far to walk to my car. My ankle was still hurting somewhat, so that sounded pretty good to me. We probably went back a good half of the distance to the start then. My buddy had hopped on the float too and stripped his other clothes off too, down to his jock too. I noticed he did have the same tat as the others and seemed to look to be in better shape than I had thought. Should have known from the way he had basically tossed me up onto the float when I first hurt my ankle, but now I could actually see. We both hung onto the same support bar and were again just passing the time talking about basically nothing. A couple of times we hit bumps or had to brake for other traffic. My buddy, being somewhat behind me, bumped up against me those times. I didn't pay attention until much until some jerk pulled out from a stop sign right in front of us and our driver had to hit the brakes pretty hard. I and my buddy were somewhat thrown on each other, and with laying on my back. I then noticed that I registered his hard which was rubbing up against my ass, which was essentially naked, as the jock strap I was wearing was open in the rear. We gathered ourselves back up and I turned slightly and glanced down. Yep, he was definitely hard as a rock and from what I could see through his jockstrap bulge, he was also very very big. He saw me look and seemed to be somewhat embarrassed. He told me he was sorry about that, but his busy schedule for a while now, had not let him have time for any sex and he was afraid the bumping against me had done him and he couldn't seem to control it rubbing up against my butt. I laughed and responded "No problem. Sorry, I turned you on for nothing though." "It wasn't for nothing as I enjoyed it, even if that's all that happened," he remarked, adding that my ass was really nice and firm. A few minutes later he remarked he would find a way to put his tool to use. We both kind of laughed, at which point he remarked "My boyfriend has been somewhat ill and is at the encampment awaiting my return." He also went on to explain his boyfriend just felt a little out of it, and in any event, and had felt neither up to the walk nor to the ride. He had probably helped set up their stuff though. He told me it would be about 16 tables in somewhat of a circle and they then set up poles in the center with tarps to make a place they could get into and rest or whatever without being seen from outside. We soon arrived at their camp and it did look nice. Away from most traffic but close enough to not be out of the way at all too. It had the tables in a circle, signs about almost anything gay and tops of tables full of things and customers and in the middle a circle of tarps just like he described it to me. He helped me down from the float but putting weight on my ankle still hurt like hell. "Why don't you come in and rest a bit longer and have a drink before walking to my car?" 'What the hell', I thought, I might as well, especially as I had no idea where my friends had gone. He led me in and introduced me to some of the others, and gestured for me to be seated, and asked what I wanted to drink. "Coke would be nice," I replied. "Be right back," he remarked as he disappeared into the kitchen. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes he returned, a Coke in hand, along with a towel in which he had packed some ice for my ankle. He pulled another chair up and had me put my foot up and placed the towel on my ankle. He sat down and we drank our Cokes and talked some more, then he excused himself and said he better help sell a little. He went and another of the guys he had introduced me too came and sat down and we talked a while too. After about an hour my bud came back carrying another Coke for me and asked how I was doing. I stood up and tried a few steps and had to admit it was feeling a lot better but still a little tender. He told me I should just walk around a bit and get used to it before heading out. I started to walk around the center tarps then as he went to wait on another customer. I walked somewhat slowly around looking at their wares as I went. I came to the opening they had made in the tarps to get into them. They were pretty well hidden from view from the tables and they had also taken the precaution, I noticed to not have any goods for sale for about a four or five foot section of the tables there. As I was just starting to go by, I came to an abrupt stop, as I could see from this point behind the tarps. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. There was some sort of swing hung from a frame, and a guy was laying on his back in the swing as another guy stood between his legs. Obviously the one man was fucking the other. I stood there, my mouth agape, I'm sure, for a minute or so. 'Wow', was all I could think. I had never seen two guys having sex before, and it had never occurred to me they would go about it in public. From their moans, however, it sounded like they were both having a good time. I turned to leave, and almost ran my new buddy down. He quietly remarked he was checking to see if I was or wasn't still around, and then he grinned and asked if I was enjoying the show. Then he chuckled, remarking the look on my face was precious. "That's the first first time I've ever seen two guys fucking," I explained. Taking me by the arm he answered "Come here, a sec," leading me right into the middle of the tarps. I have no idea why I let him lead me in there, but I stopped dead once there: not only were there the two guys at the swing but there were two wooden tables nearby on which four more guys fucking, two on a table. I stopped and stared with mouth open. 'What the hell?' was all I could think. "We don't just only come in here for rest but for fun, also," my buddy remarked with obvious satisfaction. Again he laughed again at my look, adding it must be quite a shock to a straight guy like me who had never even seen gay sex before. I had the presence of mind to reply "Sure, it's a shock, but go ahead if you want." I turned to leave, only to step on something with my bad ankle and all but fell almost on top of one of the tables, almost tipping it and the two guys off of on the ground. My bud grabbed me from behind to steady me, as I made my excuses to the two guys I had all but knocked to the ground. A few second passed before I realized my buddy cock was pressed-up against my ass, and that he was about as hard as he had been earlier on the float. "Are you okay," he asked, although I noticed he didn't move away from my body. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just stepped on something," which, as it turned out, was one of the guy's shoes. My buddy had pretty much picked me up off the ground again and then turned to set me down away from the table a little and his huge cock was against my ass the whole time till he set me down. Again, as I turned I looked down he again laughed, and remarked "Sorry about that. Guess that ass of yours just turns me on!" I returned his laugh, and added "It sure must!" Changing the subject, he asked "You want another Coke?" "Sure," I replied. As he turned to get it he then asked if I drank any alcohol. "Sure, Rum and Code is my favorite. The 151 proof stuff that, although strong, seems to me to be smoother." "I think we actually have some of it" he remarked as he began searching through a small cabinet. "Hey, yeah, we do have some," and with that he brought me an ice-cold can of Coke and the rum. I opened the Coke, took a big swig, just to make some room for the rum, and then poured a healthy quantity of rum into the can. He also made himself a drink, and we stood there drinking and chatting, although I couldn't ignore the reality of what was happening a scant few feet from where we were standing. After a minute or so the sounds from the table demanded my attention, and I turned to see the one man was apparently cumming inside the other man. Both men were moaning in pleasure and I could even see that the bottom guy's cock seemed to jump and he started to cum all over himself and he hadn't even touched his cock. 'Amazing', I thought, 'the two guys seem to be in another world'. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. My buddy put his hand on my shoulder and whispered to me, that he thought they were making more noise than normal and probably just showing off for the new guy, me. I looked at him and we both started laughing.

I live on the tip of America's dick.

I love partying with a buddy or two. We seem to feed off of each other's high and get more adventurous with sex. I used to have few FB who introduced me to many new experiences such as bareback and role play among many things.

love it and sure wish someone could set me up like that to take a huge number of loads

The man holding Adam from behind licked his neck, the mans tongue felt strange, hot, sticky and wet. “Yeah you want daddy men to fuck ya, don’t you boy?” Adam’s little chemmed up brain raced in his head, did he really want fat dirty old men to fuck him, did he? He squirmed and writhed as his body was fondled and squeezed, he licked his lips as his brain just came up with the right answer, yes “yes I want daddy men to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard!!!”, There were ‘woops’ and jeers of “fuck yeah” from the men around him as he was released from some of their attention and then lifted as if he weighed nothing he heard a gruff gravely voice grunt in an amused tone “don’t you worry boy, your going to get fucked, well fucked” Adams eyes flickered his pupils dilating in the shadowy light as he was carried down deeper into the guts of the old decaying building, his nostrils were assaulted with strong potent aromas of cum, piss and sweat, the smells made his underdeveloped little cock stick out hard as he was carried, he saw symbols crudely painted on the walls, he’d seen them before, they meant danger he was sure of it, but in his chemmed up brain no danger existed. Adam was lowered onto the floor, the concrete beneath him was warm and wet, in the dim light he saw figures moving round him, his brassy blond hair was grabbed and he was pulled into a kneeling position as a voice boomed in the echoing space “in the presence of men you always kneel unless otherwise instructed boy”, Adam nodded, he felt so stupid rule one he should of known that as he beat himself up on the inside. Another smell started to permeate the air, a smell he recognised, but where from, the smell got stronger yes that was it, it was cologne a scent he knew but where from? Still kneeling a figure stepped forward, in the dim light Adam cold not see any features but he did see a huge phallus pointing at his face, without prompting Adam opened his mouth out of instinct as the man stepped forward and slid the penis into his mouth, there was that smell again it conflicted his fucked up boy brain with the taste of cock and stale piss in his mouth as he sucked, a big hand held his head and pushed his mouth further onto the massive cock making Adam gag a little as it hit the back of his throat, the mans hand held Adams head firm waiting for the gag reflex to pass before pushing further in his throat, then there was that smell again and then a deep soothing voice “that’s it baby boy”, and that’s when the smell and the voice connected and registered in his little brain as the mans thick wiry pubes hit his nose, Adam was so turned on that he could not help sigh allowing the cock to slip further into his throat as he ran his hands up the mans strong thick legs ‘at last’ he thought as he allowed his mouth and throat to be assaulted by his step daddy’s massive dick.

Being a child of the eighties, my first few fucks were rubbered up, but with lots of random men that I met out cruising. However my first raw fuck was kind of accidental. I was cruising a public toilet and picked up a guy at the urinals and moved into the cubicle. I pulled down my pants and we did the normal foreplay stuff - wanking, sucking etc, without saying a word. To show I was bottom, and to save on speaking, I always used to turn round and tease a guy's cock between my ass cheeks, backing onto his cock up to the point where it was just inside me. My hole was normally lubed up, as it saved carrying round lube and I always went out with the intention of getting fucked. Normally that playing would get a guy horny and we would then stop, he would rubber up and then fuck me. However this guy kept pushing his cock a little deeper and deeper then gave me a big shove so that I had to grab onto the back wall above the toilet, this meant that my ass pushed back even more onto his cock. With 3 quick thrusts he unloaded in me. With that he pulled out, pulled up his pants and practically ran out of the cubicle. I panicked and sat on the toilet and desperately started pushing to see if it was true. Sure enough his cum stated to drip out of my hole. After a few days of fear and regrets, I found that thinking about what had happened and that image of me sitting in a public toilet shitting out a stranger's cum was the horniest thing ever. And I never took a condom out cruising again... leading to the stage when I would turn down guys who tried to rubber up, even walking away if they wouldn't bb. And I've never looked back.