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Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.

In the car, Matt's head continued to spin. The rush, whether from the T or knowingly taking raw loads, consumed him. He was so desperately horny, despite the blow job Trent had given him and the fucking he had just received. His cock, feeling the effects of the Tina was only a quarter as hard as it normally would have been, despite Matt feeling the horniest, the sexiest, and the most exhilarated he had ever felt. Of course, his rational mind kept nagging at his thoughts even with all the T and G clouding his judgement. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He had let a stranger fuck him raw and cum in him, only to discover that Trent was poz. "He intentionally misled me! Oh fuck, OH FUCK! I'm going to be poz! I'm going to get sick! Really sick, oh shit. He lied to me! Fuck him, sick fuck. What if his strain is a deadly one? What if it is resistant to the meds? Oh fuck, oh fuck. Oh, god damn, I'll have to tell my parents! Fuck! It's their insurance! Shit... they'll see the drugs, they'll figure it out. How do I explain this? Oh shit," Matt thought, his mind racing. Yet despite all of these thoughts, he was horny, willing to take more dick at a moments notice, from anyone. He felt so sexy, sitting in the passenger seat, wearing his tank and shorts, jockstrap on, Trent's poz load leaking out of his ass, seeping into his shorts and creating a wet spot. Trent could see the gears in Matt's head turning. He knew this car ride would give him some time to reflect, to process all that had happened. Trent was fairly impressed with Matt's calmness. He had pozzed a few others before he had been diagnosed. He reached out to warn them, most were regular fuck buddies, some were rando's, a few he never even knew the names of and had no way of reaching. Their reactions were pretty mixed. Some freaked, blaming him. A few took it in stride. One even laughed and said it was about time. At first, Trent felt conflicted. He felt bad for exposing these people to a dangerous disease. But after a while, remembering those fuck sessions, the raw uninhibited sex, started making Trent hard. The thought that he was unintentionally infecting them with his DNA, his special bug, his toxic death babies sent him over the edge. He always came so hard remembering that. Soon Trent's fantasies starting taking hold. He imagined himself intentionally pozzing other guys, secretly or with their consent. The thought of it got him so boned. It wasn't long until he was on grindr, scruff, bbrt, and other sites, a predator looking for his prey. It didn't take long, with his profile still saying "neg + prep," to find some boys willing to take his raw cock. Some were on prep, some weren't. Either way, they didn't know they were taking toxic loads. It was then that he knew he wanted to be a gift giver, spreading his seed around as far as possible, giving his bug the ability to propagate. And of course, it wasn't long until he met other poz gifters like himself. He quickly got introduced into the community. He was one of the youngest in the Houston area, and he quickly became a popular fuck buddy for many of the more experienced poz guys. And of course, it wasn't long until he was introduced to tina, the favorite drug of the poz gifted community. Trent looked over a Matt again, his latest victim and a rare find. There weren't many current high school students cruising online, and even fewer willing to take raw cock. Most of his prey were at least in their early twenties, most out of college already. He knew Matt would be real popular with his friends. He had already sent out a group text to his friends with a picture of Matt, telling them he was taking his boy to the Warehouse, a favorite bathhouse of his that had a laissez faire attitude towards drug use in private rooms. Not many would turn down the invite. Being there for the corruption of someone was always hot, especially if the boy hadn't even graduate from high school. No doubt some guys would get off knowing that their toxic loads would be leaking out of his hole, into his underwear or bed sheets, for his mom to wash later. Trent looked over at Matt, deciding he had enough time to think. "Look fag, I'm guessing you're freaking out a little." "Umm.. yeah, a bit," Matt replied, his heart racing. "Well, you're definitely going to convert. That slam with my blood guarantees it. Remember boy, you asked for it." "Yes sir" "You're going to come down with a flu in a few weeks. It's the fuck flu, and it'll meaning my bug is finally mixed into your DNA. You'll be poz for life. Pregnant with my toxic babies. In a couple of months, you'll go to the doctor. You might tell yourself that you might not have it, that maybe you're one of the lucky immune ones or a long term non-progressor. But you won't be. Your test will come back positive. You'll space out in the office. The doctor will tell you that it's, 'a serious but treatable condition' and that, 'you can have a normal life.' You'll nod and agree without hearing a word. You will schedule a follow up appoint, they'll want to get you started on a drug regimen. You'll go back... or you won't. You may be a model patient, taking your pills everyday, at the same time, having an undetectable viral load. Or you might be non-compliant, skipping days, my bug evolving resistance when drug levels in your blood wane. Maybe you'll have some extremely virulent load that'll make you waste away before your very eyes. I don't know. But when you are walking out of that doctor's appointment, I want you to think of me and my bug, and how way changed your entire fucking life." Matt, slacked jawed, didn't know what to say... but his cock was rock solid. Trent's hand went down to his shorts, pulling out his toxic cock. Trent, looking over at Matt, said, "Now worship this cock. I want you to thank it and kiss it, show it your gratitude. Thank it for the privilege of taking my dirty load, thank it for giving you my bug, and for making you sick. Thank it for initiating you into the bareback brotherhood." Matt dazed, drugged up, and intolerable horny, immediately lowered his head to Trent's cock, thanking it, kissing it, and gently sucking on the head. One toxic drop of precum leaked out, and Matt licked it up greedily. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He just lustily consumed toxic, HIV+ cum like a man in the desert guzzling water. But his cock was rock hard, and his hole was twitching, desperate for more cock. Matt realized that is what the Tina did. It shut of control off his mind and allowed his cock and hole to take command. Anything that made his cock hard or his hole full was now his one and only concern. He would let a dozen AIDS ravaged, thick cocked strangers fuck him in front of his parents, siblings, teammates, and grandparents if it was the only way to get more cock. He simply didn't care about anything else. Trent pulled off the main road, on to a slow street. They were nearly at the Warehouse, and he wanted to get Matt nice and horny. "Take off your tank and your shorts. You can leave the jock and shoes on," Trent commanded. Matt, while confused, but into the domination, began removing his tank. "Faster faggot," Trent snapped, slapping Matt on the back side of his head. Matt's cock jumped at the smack, and he hurried up, kicking off his shorts as he removed his tank. "Clothes," Trent said, holding out his open hand. Matt obeyed, handing Trent his clothes. Rolling down the window with one hand, Trent threw the clothes out in the middle of the street when they were parked at a red light. Matt, looking alarmed asked, "...but how do I..." Trent, stepping on the gas, repling "It's okay faggot. You don't needed those anyways. The most clothing you'll ever need is a jockstrap and some shoes." Trent put his hand down on Matt's semi hard bulge, giving it a few gentle squeezes, rewarding his boy for obeying without complaint. Matt, inhibitions lowered, enjoyed the attention even as cars and trucks drove past, giving most of them an unobstructed view of his nearly naked body. They eventually pulled into a parking lot, which wound around a fairly large, mostly windowless brick building. They pulled into the back, near a corner far away from the building. To the back was an open field and to the right was a lumberyard, with no one to see Matt in the dark of the night. However, on the other side was a wide street and an office building, with several of the windows still lit and a side walk with some foot traffic on it. Trent opened his car door, causing the interior lights to come on, fully exposing Matt to anyone who would have seen him. "Stay," Trent commanded him like he would have a dog, getting out of the car and opening the back passenger door. Rumbling around in his bag he pulled out the bottle of G Matt had seen at the apartment and a stack of plastic cups. He took a cup, carefully measuring out a pour of G. He handed a cup to Matt and told him to swallow. Matt downed the cup, tasting the salty aftertaste. Trent grabbed his bag, commanded Matt to, "get out the fucking car," and shut the door. Matt dutifully obeyed, nearly falling over as he stood up. Trent walked over to him, helping the stabilize an increasingly drugged up Matt. They walked through the parking lot, Matt only in his jock, dry cum shining on his upper inner thigh. Matt looked over to see people on the side walk, a few people possibly turning their heads and catching a glimpse of this drugged-up and loaded twinkish high school student. Trent held the door open for Matt, who stumbled in. As Trent talked to the desk manager, Matt made eye contact with a black guy on the other side of the room. He was wearing a polo and jeans, but Matt could see he was absolutely massive, with biceps the size of his head and a heaving chest. Without even realizing it, Matt was touching himself through his jockstrap in the middle of the lobby, exposed as the cock-hungry cum slut he was. Matt followed Trent like an obedient dog as they navigated through the bathhouse. Catching the site of random guys, Matt's cock began to swell. His whole perception was warped by the amphetamines racing through his blood. He thought back on this morning, when he would have been shocked at the thought of taking known poz loads in his hole. Yet, now he was ready to take toxic loads from anonymous strangers. He wanted their death seed in his hole, mixing with Trent's, making a beautiful cocktail of HIV+ jizz. They arrived at the door of a small room Trent had rented for their own private use. Setting down his bag, he told Matt to lay down on the bench. "Matt," he began, "are you ready for another slam?" "Yes, I want it." Trent gave him a slap to the side of his head, striking his ear. Gently grabbing Matt by his throat he said, "From now on, you'll refer to me as sir. You are my faggot, I created you and I own you know. Is that understood?" "Yes sir," Matt responded, his swelling cock revealing just how much he enjoyed the abuse. Trent took Matt's arm, tying it off, making Matt's veins pop out. Trent took a moment to admire his creation, the boy he had impregnated with his DNA. He looked so sexy, on his back, in his jockstrap, already begging for his next slam like an addict. Trent could tell he was going to become addicted, that he was going to need T in his life from now on. He could see how much ecstasy Matt was in; he knew that after this weekend Matt's normal life would seem too dull. That from now on, Matt was going to consider slamming and bareback sex the pinnacle of enjoyment. Tina would sink her claws into him. He'd crave it, slam, and then crave raw cock. And raw cock would make him crave tina. An enticing circle that would define him from now on. And there he was, this beautiful soccer stud, in a jockstrap, his short dark blond hair, with his loving family and his schoolmates and teammates at home, begging for another hit of meth and craving raw cock from any stranger. He wanted men older than his father fucking their toxic loads into his boyhole, even thanking them for it. Trent, having tied himself off, stuck the point in his arm, drawing out a scarlet plume of his blood before removing the needle from his arm. He then carefully took it, finding one of Matt's veins, and sticking it in. Pulling back on the plunger, looking for the color to darken before slowly pushing the meth-blood hybrid into his boy's arm. Even in the darkened room, Trent could see Matt's pupils dilated, could see his tina-filled cock become a bit softer. He reached down, grabbed the waist band of Matt's jock, removing it so he could see his limp little boy cock. "Go on Matt, get yourself hard" Trent told him, knowing he wouldn't be able to do much with it. It was perfect, his fag was becoming the hole-centered cumslut he was meant to be. Trent grabbed a gel cocking from his bag, giving it to Matt to put on. Trent knew it wouldn't do much to keep Matt hard, but he thought the aesthetic was hot none the less. Matt continued to tug on his limp little boy cock as he saw another man walk in. Matt could see he had a thick muscular chest and a shaved head. He looked older, Matt guessed that he was in his fifties and he was a complete fucking god. Matt knew he wanted his daddy dick in his newly broken in fucked. He dropped his towel, just as Trent turned around saying, "Hey Dan. You're the first to arrive." "Fuck you weren't lying T. He is one hot fag. You seriously pozzed and slammed this kid?" Dan asked. "Yep," Trent smirked holding up the point he had just used on Matt, "and I made sure my DNA got into his blood with this, his second slam of the night with my blood mixed in." "Fuck, I'm jealous," Dan said, "I've been wanting to add an 18 year old to my collection." "So have I. You need to do a better job of keeping up," Trent joked. He and Dan met a few months ago at a gifting party in Dallas. They were both from the Houston area and both enjoyed converting neg guys into poz brothers. They had a friendly little rivalry seeing who had impregnated the most "sons" with their toxic babies. Dan was further ahead, but Trent had been catching up. And they loved sharing their prizes with one another, showing off and initiating them into the poz community. Matt, still feeling the rush, barely heard them over his racing head, the heat emanating from his body, and the music coming in from the hallway where men continued to pass by. All Matt focused on was Dan's pierced cock, his pierced nipples, and the biohazard tat directly above his thick cock. "You want the honor of fucking him first?" Trent asked, knowing his seed was already well on its way to being planted in Matt's DNA. Grabbing Matt's foot, he moved him around like an object, sticking a shard of T up his ass, knowing it would make his hole loose and cut into the sides at the same time, providing easier massage for Dan and his toxic jizz. Dan replied by flipping Matt onto his stomach and then lifting up his waist to get him into position, moving him around like a rag doll. Matt was already moaning like a bitch in heat just in the anticipation of taking Dan's cock up his hole. Dan press his cock up on Matt's hole. "Beg for my poz cock, boy." "Please sir, give me your cock." "You want this toxic load faggot?" Dany replied. This sent Matt into over drive. "Yes sir, please sir, I want you toxic load. I want your AIDs, please daddy." Happy with that, Dan slammed into Matt, watching the mix of pain and pleasure on his innocent looking face. He knew he was going to be relentless and he knew this boy would love it. "Damn," Dan thought, "T was lucky to find this fag." Dan's mind raced, thinking of the plans he knew Trent would have in store for his freshly pozzed, tina addicted high school fuck hole. Meanwhile, Matt's thought were totally replaced by the pain and pleasure emanating from his hole. It felt so good to have Dan's toxic cock in his hole, stretching it out, making him fly. It felt so good Matt was slipping out of thought and of mind, his reality becoming ever more dream-like. Slipping in and out, his reality narrowing down to his hole. He heard the distant sound of Trent laughing and a muffled "...little to much G..." before quickly, quietly slipping into blackness.

Clay had a secret. To the outside world he had always appeared kind, good-natured, good morals, handsome, and straight-laced. He was the kind of guy whom every mom hoped her daughter would date. He stood 6'2" athletic build with hazel eyes and short brown hair. Always clean shaven and dressed in a tshirt and jeans. A former Boy Scout and very kind towards others...all of these things were true. What the outside world didn't know, was that he was Obsessed with sex. As a teen, Clay found his dads porn collection. It started with Penthouse forum magazine showing men and women naked together. After a little bit more searching, Clay found some videos rated triple X. Here he was exposed to a world where good-looking, buff men got their cocks sucked, and were begged by their female costars to fuck them hard with their big dicks. It became a daily thing for Clay to come home from school, sneak into his parents room, watch the videos, and shoot his load. He especially liked it anytime the camera focused on the guys faces, filled with lust as they pounded load after load out of their nuts. It was hot to him to see these older guys so confident, and taking control. He often fantasized that he was the costar. As time went on and the Internet became more popular, Clay often found himself on the websites where he could chat with Men. Sex was always something he talked about, but was often too afraid to meet anyone in person. When he was 18 and a senior in high school, he met a guy online who was 36, very handsome and very friendly towards Clay. They met in person a number of times but only chatted, or maybe held hands. This attention made Clay feel both excited and nervous, and he would often jack off fantasizing about more happening. One day he was invited out to dinner, and then asked if he wanted to go hang out at his new friends apartment. As nothing had happened by this point, Clay just assumed it would be a low-key friendly visit. They sat, drank sodas and chatted, until his new friend asked if he wanted to see some home movies. Clay said sure and cuddled up with this Man as the tape began to play. At first, it was just some footage around town, and then it cut to a video of a couple having sex in the window of the apartment across the street. Clay started to get hard but tried to act surprised and embarrassed. His friend told him that this couple often likes to put on a show at night, so from time to time he gets his camera out. "Is this ok?" The 36 year old asked. "Yeah sure, it's kind of funny" replied Clay his voice getting shaky and his nerves causing him to tremble. "Well then let's keep watching". Next came a video of a young twentysomething kneeling by the fridge in the very apartment they were sitting in. The camera got closer to the young guy and Clay saw the boy reach out his hand and open his mouth. Into the frame came a very big and very hard dick. The young boy grabbed it and began to wrap his lips around it and suck it hungrily. The cameraman began to moan and encouraged his hungry cocksucker. Clay recognized the voice as the guy he was snuggled up to on the couch. He turned to look at this hot older man and realized that he had been watching Clay with a smile. "Oops how did this get on here?" He asked with a playful laugh. "I don't know but it looks like fun "replied Clay. The Man said nothing but just sat there smiling and staring into his eyes making him feel hornier than he'd ever been. After a short pause that felt like hours... "Do you think I could try?" Asked Clay. The 36 yr old replied "Have you ever sucked a Mans penis?" Clay liked this question, and it made him start to pre-come in his jeans. "Once" he said "with a guy from school. But never with anyone older than me ". "Well let's see if you like it" and with that, the Man stood up and asked Clay to sit on his knees and keep eye contact. Clay did as he was told and stared into the eyes of this hot guy as he slowly unzipped his fly, and pulled out his semi hard 9" dick and let it hang there just inches from his lips. "It's not very big, but I think you'll like it" he said smiling. With that he stroked the top of Clay's head and instructed him to open his mouth. That's the day Clay realized he was addicted to getting older Men off.

PROLOGUE “I dunno man,” he responded, looking suspiciously between me and the photos on the screen of my phone. “It could be him, but seems unlikely. Can I take these photos for some verification?” “It’s him dude,” I snatched my phone back and quickly locked the screen, ensuring he couldn’t try to hack into it while we negotiated. “I brought this to you ‘cause you’ve helped me out in the past, but if you’re not interested-“ “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested!” He grabbed my hand as I opened the door to his car and started to make like I was getting out. I knew there was no way he was gonna let an offer like this pass by, but I wanted him to know I was serious. “It’s just…the cost you listed…that’s pretty high for someone I’m not even sure is…you know.” “Then I’ll take my offer to The Post and see if they can afford it,” I didn’t fake an exit this time, choosing instead to remain perfectly still and hold eye contact with him, since he and I both knew The Post would snap up my offer in ten seconds. He asked to see the photos again so I pulled out my phone and sent two directly to his phone, making sure the ones I sent didn’t give too much detail. “If you don’t trust me enough for the whole amount, then just front me enough to do the set up and then gimme the rest on delivery, deal?” “I suppose…if you’re positive it is him.” He watched for my reaction. In his line of work, you couldn’t be too careful about who you trusted with what information. The thing is, in my line of work, it was even more important, so there was no way I would risk this type of exposure without being sure and my steely gaze and unwavering confidence could be seen miles away. “Guaranteed bro,” smiling, I put out my hand, knowing the closest thing to a contract I would get was an uneasy handshake. Still unsure, he looked from my face to my outstretched palm, before finally wiping his sweaty hand on his khakis and reaching out and pumping our clasped grasp twice. “So how much do you want in advance?” pulling out his wallet, he opened a zipper hidden in the bottom and revealed a wad of bills. I doubt he’d do this in front of just any of his many informants, but he and I had known each other for a long time, and he knew there was no way I would rob him of his tiny roll when I made twice that much in a week. “Five hundred? Six?” “Let’s make it an even grand.” My smile held as he checked my face to be sure I was serious. No negotiations needed, he begrudgingly handed me the entire stack of bills, which I pocketed without counting. Trust goes both ways, after all. “I’ll need to hit an atm to cover the supplies D,” He used only my first initial, the same way I still called him “John” even though I knew his real name and occupation since the first time we met, face to face. “Don’t sweat it Johnny,” pulling out a small sack of crystals from the hidden pocket in my boot, I held it up a little so he could see how full it was before handing it to him. “Consider it included in the costs.” “Thanks man,” Pulling me into a ‘bro-hug,’ we each thumped our fists against the others’ back before pulling away. “Just remember, if something goes wrong or he catches wind of what you’re doing-“ “Yeah, yeah, I never heard of you.” I rolled my eyes and hopped out into the brisk night air. Glancing carefully around the parking garage, I made sure there were no vehicles in sight before jogging around the corner and into the stairwell. My long legs and size 12 shoes made easy work of the two flights down to the ground level, where I came out onto the street, and began walking the three blocks to the back gate of my house. Along the way, I felt the bills in my pocket and smiled again, this time only to myself, as I thought of how much more would be on my way very, very soon, “thirty-five gees. $35,000 in just a few days…” ERECTED OFFICIAL PART 1: the mark. It was only a few weeks ago that I met the guy for the first time. Always before he’d bought from a lackey of mine, Pauley, who’d recently been ‘let go’ from my organization due to some missing funds. The cash was recovered and Pauley’s debt paid in full, but only after I found him at the bus station, on his way out of town. Late payments were one thing, but trying to skip town with my dinero was a whole other ballpark, and he knew he was lucky getting away with just a broken arm and seriously bruised ribs, back and face. There could have been a lot more damage, if Pauley hadn’t managed to yell something out between blows from my two favorite enforcers, who stopped long enough for him to tell me all about his newest and most loyal client, a man by the name of “Dan.” See Pauley wasn’t just a part-time dealer, he also happened to be a part-time bike thief, shoplifter, stripper and hustler. His stripping had started on a whim and was supposed to be temporary while he found a real job, but within a couple weeks, he fell in step with the idea that the money was easy and the access to drugs and booze was too good to pass up. Thus a 19-year-old suburban soccer player with aspirations of attending college someday became a stripper/addict, and after almost a full year working for me, the boy was moving up in the world, adding hooking and dealing to his résumé. Dan found Pauley through a cruising website, and the two had been chatting and exchanging dirty photos for almost 6 weeks before Pauley managed to convince the man to meet in person. Whether the kid was smart enough to cover his ass with a fake name or anything, he’d never said, but at least Dan was smart enough to insist they meet at a cash-hourly motel out of town, blaming his nervousness on his wife and family. The first night they met they talked for hours before Dan handed Pauley a small pile of cash and had the boy strip naked and suck him off. When they were finished, they made a date to do it again in two weeks, and Dan agreed that the next time, Pauley should bring some party favors and they could play all night. True to his word, their next encounter began much like the previous one but became much more interesting when the pipe and party goods came out. According to Pauley, Dan had to have a little help in lighting the pipe at first, explaining that he’d only done coke before and didn’t know quite how to do “this kinda stuff.” The teen showed him how to hit it, and within a few minutes they’d smoked almost half the first t-shirt and were going at it like rabbits. Always before that night, whether it was during their cam sessions or the first night at the motel, the older man had always kept his sunglasses and hat on for the duration of their contact. Now that he was high and horny, he forgot his modesty and was only too happy to spend the next 12 hours buck naked, face uncovered and dick deep in Pauley’s tight smooth hole. “That’s when I figured out who he was,” Pauley told me, clutching his battered arm, and speaking quietly. Turns out “Dan” wasn’t trying to keep things discreet because he was a saintly married man, going out behind his wife’s back, but actually because he was a politician of some renown, gaining infamy amongst the gay community for backing a bill that would have made hook-up sites, like the one he used to meet Pauley, open to government scrutiny and monitoring. The argument made in his press release explained that sites where individuals could meet and exchange information in order to engage in sexual deviancy were leading to the proliferation of drugs and the delinquency of teenagers all over the US. He never went so far as to attack gays directly but the sites mentioned in each of his statements always included grindr, adam4adam and other gay faves. The bill died almost as quickly as it was conceived, but he continued using its ideals as a pulpit for his campaign for re-election, which many people assumed would be a spring-board to a VP nomination or possibly something much, MUCH bigger in four years, and it was working like a charm. Turns out the radical right didn’t need much to get behind a candidate other than some thinly-veiled hate speech and the promise to “make America great again.” Just to be sure that Pauley wasn’t fucking with me, I asked if he had any proof, at which point he pulled out his phone and brought up photos of the man from his election site interspersed with photos from their webchats. The blurry shots were hard to make a clear identification on, but the last photo was from their most recent hotel session and clearly showed the nude groin, chest, neck and face of the Senator as he walked into the motel bathroom. “We’ve met a half-dozen times since the first night,” Pauley explained, looking nervously between me and the thugs who I sent to stand by the door, far enough to not hear but close enough to still keep Pauley intimidated. “In fact, I’m supposed to meet him again tomorrow, at the motel, I even said I might be able to bring another young guy to join us, but that was all before…this.” I explained that Pauley had done well, and that all was good between us as of that moment, as long as I got to keep the phone and Pauley made no attempt to contact the senator again. Just in case, I had him show me his log-in on the hook-up site and the webchat platform, and I changed both the passwords and the emails attached to the accounts. Once I was sure he couldn’t reach the senator again, I let him leave, and even gave him the cash to buy himself a one-way bus ticket back to the Podunk town where he grew up, as long as he never, EVER returned. That evening I went over the texts in the phone from “Dan” as well as all the saved videos, photos, and chat sessions between him and Pauley. Turns out the Senator approached Pauley originally because the stripper was quite young looking. Many, MANY times he mentioned that the boy looked “barely 14 or 15” and asked him to talk in detail about the times he’d engaged in sex with his school mates or fantasies he’d had as young man about being with older men. So when he texted the phone belonging to Pauley with the motel name and room number and made sure they were still on for the following night, I knew exactly what I would do and who I needed to get to join us. Part 2: The set up. Pulling into the parking lot of the motel, I texted “Dan” and made sure that he had the motel room unlocked and the cash for the favors ready. Imagining his face when I strolled in, a 6’4” bodybuilding, tattooed 24 year old meat head, instead of the twinky little tweaker he was used to, I still enjoyed the actual expression on his face a little more. He began demanding who I was, but I smiled my genial smile, and explained calmly that Pauley was delayed but that I was his boss “Doug” (not my real name) and he’d asked me to get the senator set up with the party goods before he arrived. As I expected, the senator texted Pauley’s phone, and to his surprise, he got a text back almost immediately, verifying what I’d been saying and promising he’d be right along. Uneasy but somewhat less upset, the senator sat down and watched with a hawkeye as I retrieved my bag of drugs from my boot and set it in front of him. His eyes grew wide as he took in the size of the bag in front of him and I could see he was floored. Just as I figured, he’d been paying full price for his Tina, but Pauley had been shorting him by almost half, so when I explained that this was the usual amount that 400 bought, he picked up his phone and asked “Pauley” what the deal was. On cue, the boy sitting in the parking lot in my car responded back as if he was Pauley, telling Dan he was sorry and would make it up to him that night. “What’s wrong bro?” I asked him, feigning innocence as a pipe and torch magically appeared from my jacket. He watched hungrily as I filled the bowl up and melted the crystals before taking a looooong draw from it. “Damn Paul’s been shorting me apparently,” He responded in a monotone, entranced by the huge cloud I released into the room. Handing him the pipe, I watched him fumble for a minute before coordinating the torch flame and bowl correctly in order to take a hit himself. Coughing heavily, he turned bright red as a hit as big as mine came from his unpracticed lungs. “That’s shitty bro,” I moved next to him on the bed and patted him on the back a few times until his coughing stopped, then took the pipe and had another expert hit, exhaling an even larger cloud. “Not too surprising though, Pauley’s tried shorting even me when it comes to cash, lucky he ain’t the only fine piece o’ ass I got working for me, ‘cause I don’t put up with that shit.” “He ain’t-I mean, he’s not?” He looked at me as his sunglasses slid down his nose, before taking the pipe and trying for another hit. I helped him by guiding his torch hand this time, and he only coughed once this time as he exhaled. “Nah, he’s one of a harem,” laughing, I pulled out my phone before taking another big hit from the pipe. “In fact I got one boy who just started who lives not too far from here.” “Wow.” Dan took hid third big hit as I pulled up some photos of James who was waiting in my car at that very moment. With his short stature, sandy blonde hair, cornflower blue eyes and round but masculine face, James could pass for your all-American high school sports star or your sexiest boyband member. The photos of his body showed just enough muscle tone and definition to prove he wasn’t as young as middle school, but there was still enough baby fat to his cheeks, both on his face and butt, that it did make you wonder if he was really old enough to be doing what the photos showed. “Is he-?” “He’s 18, swear!” I held my hand up in fake-swearing pose as I scrolled through a few featuring the boy in only a jockstrap, with my much larger frame behind him. As the photos went further, so did the actions in them until they included my 9 inch dick sinking into the sweet mouth and tight hole of the boy, and his own 6 inch almost-hairless dick spraying my chest with cum. Finally, the last shot was my huge load all over his smiling face, while his eyes were dilated to the size of saucers. “Or at least, that’s what his photo id says.” “You don’t think it’s him?” Dan’s face whipped to mine as he looked to see if I was suggesting what he thought I was suggesting. Hope and perversion were held in that gaze, in equal parts. “Let’s just say it wouldn’t surprise me to learn he has a younger brother,” I said with a smirk, motioning for Dan to take another big hit. “Who might have borrowed his ID in order to get into the bar where we first met.” “Holy shit, that’s hot,” Dan took off his sunglasses altogether now, and took my phone from me to once again scroll through the photos. When he turned back towards me, I caught him off guard by leaning in and shot-gunning a large hit into his mouth. For a second, he drew back slightly, but once he realized what I was doing, he opened his mouth and took the majority of the smoke into his lungs as our lips grazed one another. Exhaling as he leaned back, he continued what he’d been saying, “What kinda guys does he like?” “Older men,” I whispered as Dan took a hit. As he finished, I took one finger and turned his head back towards me. He got the hint and shot-gunned the smoke into my mouth, but didn’t fight me as I kissed him full on that time. Pulling back, smoke escaped from both our mouths. “Especially taller built guys like you and me. Says we remind him of his father’s friends.” “Do you think he might…” Dan paused, obviously hoping I would get the message without him actually asking for the boy. However, I needed to be sure this guy was as desperate as I thought he was, so I feigned ignorance. “Might what?” I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my hard pecs and ripped abs before taking the pipe and loading another bowl. “Do you think he might…be open to playing with…us? That is, if you’re willing, I mean…” For a moment I was caught off guard. It never occurred to me that the senator would want me to play too. All of his emails and chats showed only interest in younger boys, but now as he rambled on about how much fun it would be “for James” to be used by two older men at the same time, and wanting to fulfill “James’” fantasy, I realized he was majorly into the idea of a boy being shared by two, or more, men.”…and since Pauley will be here, that would ensure someone was keeping one of the boy’s busy at all times, you know? I’ll pay you and James what I pay Pauley, plus $100 more…each!” “Yeah, I gotcha man, I’m down.” Again, my smile made Dan feel at ease once more, and I took my phone back from him and called James, asking him if he needed some cash and could walk over to us from his “house.” As we agreed, he waited for about 10 minutes in the car before coming to the door. Dan jumped as the boy knocked, and, feigning paranoia, I checked the peephole twice before opening the door, eliciting a gasp from the senator. There stood a boy who somehow, was even more gorgeous in person than his photos. Standing around 5’8”, his long, thin legs seemed to glow from the way his wispy hairs caught the light from the street lamp outside. With a ghost-like grace, he walked slowly and carefully into the room before sitting on the bed opposite the one Dan was on, and looking from me to him, nervously. “Sorry about my outfit, I was just about to walk in the door from practice.” I watched Dan’s brow bead with sweat as he took in the sight of the boy, who was decked out in tennis shoes, white socks with red stripes around the top, red and black b-ball shorts and a match red-and-black sleeveless b-ball jersey, featuring the local school team’s mascot and his number: 15. “Not a problem!” Dan piped in, before reaching forward and placing a hand on the boy’s smooth knee and squeezing. “But you must be freezing after walking home.” “Anything we can do to help warm you up?” I added before sitting next to James and handing him the pipe and torch from under the pillow. “Thanks, but I shouldn’t,” James said, just like we rehearsed. “I’ve got an early swim meet tomorrow morning.” “Nonsense,” Dan said, moving over onto James’ other side. “If anything this might make you swim faster.” We both laughed, making James giggle a little bit. Dan bit his lip when he heard the boy’s laugh, and put an arm around his shoulders. James looked over at me as if asking my approval, since I’d told him not to give in so quickly, but I nodded yes, seeing how deep in Dan already was. The teen lifted the bowl to his lips and began to light the torch, but had a little trouble at first. Taking this to be nerves or inexperience, Dan took the torch from James and lit it himself, making sure the boy took a good sized hit before closing the lighter. Coughs and smoke came reigning out, and I wondered if James was really this good an actor or if he truly hadn’t been expecting such a big hit. Either way, it made Dan moan just a tiny bit. We passed the pipe for the next few minutes as James answered Dan’s questions about what school he went to, how the team was doing, what did he like best about playing, where he wanted to play when he graduated, etc., etc., each answer perfectly given based on the few minutes the boy had spent reading the articles I pulled up on the school’s site. Anything he was unsure about, he’d just laugh and pretend to be shy, which worked fine, since it got Dan to back off, until the last question. “I bet you really like changing with all those other boys, don’t you? Seeing all of them naked?” By that point we were shot-gunning almost every hit, and I was glad that James chose to blow his hit into Dan’s mouth before nodding yes. Dan exhaled and added a little more to the question. “Would you like to see some grown men naked too?” “I…I dunno,” James blushed as he turned to me to inhale my shotgun. Damn this boy was good, I’d have to give him a bonus for tonight. “Oh come on Jamie-can I call you Jamie?” Dan lifted James’ chin and made the boy look at him. As they made eye contact, the teen nodded slightly, agreeing to nickname which made him sound even younger. “You don’t have to be shy, Jamie. I know you like that kind of thing, Doug already showed me the photos of the two of you.” “You did?” James turned to look at me, winking when he was sure Dan couldn’t see his face anymore, before looking back at the Senator with a face full of worry and humiliation. “No one is supposed to see those.” “Don’t be upset Jamie. Can I tell you a secret?” Dan’s voice got quiet and he leaned in until his mouth was next to Jamie’s ear. Looking right at me, he smiled, reaching over and grabbing the semi-hard bulge in my track-pants before whispering “I like that stuff too and I really, REALLY like you.” “You do?” Jamie asked, doing his best “little-boy-lost” impression with a soft, high voice, while looking down at his feet and lowering his head. “Can I tell you a secret too?” “I’d love it!” Dan said, barely containing his excitement. “What do you want to tell me?” “Come ‘ere.” Jamie scooted back and curled his finger at Dan until he was lying flat on the bed, his teen dick tenting obscenely under the mesh shorts and jockstrap I bought for him. No fool, Dan did as the teen requested, moving up next to him until they were side by side, Dan propped up on one elbow, his free hand lightly draped over the boys waist, brushing the jersey up slightly so his fingers could lazily graze the sweet smooth skin on the boy’s tummy, while moving his face in until his ear was over the boy’s mouth. I was dying to hear what Jamie said, but decided it was best to let them have a stolen moment when Jamie reached up and pulled off Dan’s hat, allowing me my first good look at the man, and 100% confirmation he was, in fact, the Senator. “Really?” Dan responded, obviously turned on by and not expecting whatever Jamie just whispered in his ear. “Tell me what else gets you excited Jamie, but say it out loud so Dougy can hear it too.” “I can’t, it’s embarrassing,” Jamie feigned a shy facade again, and I smiled and winked at him, letting him know I approved of his act. “Oh come on, we won’t tell, will we Doug? Everything said or done in here tonight, stays here, promise.” Dan’s hand was now moving south under Jamie’s waist band, making the boy moan a little as it stroked the length of his hard cock through the material of his bike brand jockstrap. Still, as planned, the boy shook his head no. Dan began to tickle the teen, who squealed and rolled around, finally agreeing so Dan would stop. “But you tell us one of your fantasies first?” Jamie insisted, sitting up next to me and scooching himself up onto my lap, before leaning back against my bare chest. My hard dick was perfectly centered in the crack of James’ ass as he settled himself and I had to breathe slowly so I didn’t lose control and end up raping the poor lad right then and there. “You mean other than me and a buddy sharing a sweet young basketball star for the evening?” Dan offered, getting a smirk and nod from Jamie and I, hoping to hear what he liked. “Fine…let’s see…I’ve always like the idea of having a son like you and spending a week every summer up at my lake house with my brother and his son, naked from the moment we get there till the moment we leave.” “BORING! Next!” Jamie said, secretly clenching and unclenching his butt to make my cock throb under it. “Okay, another one? Hmmm. Well when I was in school I had a big crush on the men in my father’s elks’ lodge,” he added, openly stroking his lengthening cock under his sweats. “And I spent lots of hours imagining what they would do to me if they caught me sneaking into one of their meetings: strippin me naked, taking turns using my boy hole.” “Better, what else?” Jamie’s hand was stroking his own teen tent now, and his butt clenching had me leaking profusely into my own undies. “Even naughtier…” “Naughtier huh?” Dan’s voice was lower now, his face transforming from the sweet approachable boy-loving friend into something more devious, more…ominous. “I want to find a young boy, just like you, innocent and naïve, and kidnap him.” “Kidnapping? Sounds fun, tell me more.” I grasped Jamie’s waist and readjusted him. Between his clenching and the Senator’s story, I didn’t want to pop too soon. “Find him on some hookup site, looking for teen girls his age, lying about his birthday to get access, using fake photos to get him to meet, then grabbing him, drugging him and blindfolding him,” Dan had given this a lot of thought, as both James and I could tell, sitting and watching him describe the scene from his fantasies. “When he comes to, he is tied to a bed or strapped into a leather sling, and me and a bunch of leather bound tops spend the next days, weeks and months, raping and training his tight virgin ass to submit to, and eventually enjoy being used for the pleasure of men.” For a minute after the Senator finished explaining his fantasy, all three of us sat perfectly still and silent, letting the darkness of his fantasy sink in. Just as one might suspect, spending your life hiding from who you are and what you like will lead to some fucked up stuff, but lucky for the senator, Jamie and I were prepared for it. “That’s so hot Mr.…Wait, what do I call you?” James asked, hoping off my lap and scooting in close to the senator. “I gotta know your last name if you’re gonna be one of my coaches, like in MY fantasy.” “Uh, Marino. Call me Mr. Marino, or Coach or whatever.” Dan Marino? Seriously? I rolled my eyes when he was turned away from me, watching James stand up and move toward the bathroom. “My fantasy, Coach Marino,” James began explaining as he stripped off his jersey and toed out of his shoes. “is being away at a motel for a game, and coming out of the shower to discover the two coaches I’m sharing a room with have discovered my banned substances in my bag and are smoking my Tina in their shorts, waiting for me to return and explain myself. I hope it comes true.” As James finished explaining, he turned and dropped his shorts, wiggling his bubbly smooth butt at us before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door almost completely. Just as it shut, his jockstrap came flying out and we heard a giggle, then it closed completely and the sound of the shower could be heard. Dan, rising to his feet, walked calmly over and picked up the jock, holding it to his face and breathing a deep breath in, then sliding the straps around his head to wear it like a mask as he dashed back to my side and loaded a huge bowl in the pipe. “Fuck he is hotter than I imagined!” he quietly shouted before lighting up and taking a huge hit. Even I was a little surprised at Jamie’s ability to make me hard. He was so convincingly naïve that Dan had almost forgotten all about the guy he was actually supposed to be meeting that night, until he got the text Jamie sent from the bathroom. “Damn it! Pauley just texted me,” Dan informed me, not realizing the text was really written by me and sent via Jamie. “He says he’s drinking and partying at some guy’s house all the way across town and might be able to join us later, IF I am willing to pick his ass up.” “That sucks Danny boy,” I responded sympathetically. I handed him the freshly loaded pipe and made sure he took a huge hit before I continued. “If Paul actually calls later and needs a ride, what will you do if at that exact moment, you are balls deep in James? You gonna leave me and Jamie here to go get Pauley? Cause I gotta tell you, I doubt we’ll be able to stop while you’re gone, so you might miss some pretty hot shit. Also you should remember that if pauley is drinkin and partyin there, chances are he’ll be so fucked up when you do go get him, he’ll just wanna smoke more or pass out when he arrives…Assuming he doesn’t just blow us off, that is.” “I dunno Doug - is it cool if I call you Doug?” He asked, and could tell without a verbal response that I didn’t care one way or another. “Pauley may be one hot piece of ass…but he’s nowhere near as hot as that sweet Jamie-boy in there. What do you think I should do?” His eyes met mine, searching them for some sign of what I thought. Before I answered him, I took a huge hit from the pipe to give myself a second to gage what he wanted me to say. Whether he was worried I would be pissed if he blew off one of my boys or more pissed if he tried to make me pause the fun here while he left, I couldn’t tell. I know he’d had some serious fun with Pauley, and I didn’t want to create any distance between us by pushing too hard for him to drop the boy, but I also knew I needed to make sure that after tonight, the senator never sought out Pauley again. “Well? Don’t keep me in suspense Doug,” he added after a minute of silence. His impatience told me what I needed to know. “Forget his flakey ass,” I insisted as I handed him the pipe and torch, then began undressing, stripping down to my b-ball shorts and socks while he watched in awe of every muscular inch I revealed. “If he texts after you’re done with James and me, then sure, go pick him up and do what you will. But if he calls drunk or stoned and you’re not ready to go get him, then tell him to find his own fuckin’ ride.” “You don’t think I’ll alienate him?” He asked, more to himself than to me. The vocabulary jump and tone of his voice revealed his highly-rated education for a moment, but the last thing I wanted was the Senator remembering himself and becoming shy or unsure of what we were about to do. “Nah, Pauley is the one who is late and blowin’ yo’ ass off dude,” closing in on him, I took away his shirt and undershirt now, making myself a little more ghetto than usual. “He’s the bitch who was supposed to be here hours ago and decided to go get wasted with someone else instead. So if he gets pissed, fuck him. ‘Sides, I got more smooth teen ass where he came from, and all of ‘em is hotter, younger and fresher than Pauley.” “Really?” he looked at my eyes again and shamelessly fondled his bulge, which had returned to a pretty hefty size in the last few minutes. “Fuck yeah Dan,” I too groped at my large basket, thrusting my hips forward as I did, which meant my dick was only inches from his face, since I was standing between his legs as he sat on the bed. “So you cool right? We agree? If he calls, and your ass ain’t done here, then fuck him, right?” “Yeah, fuck him.” He gulped and his mouth dropped open slightly. Never in my life have I seen a guy so entranced by my cock as the senator was that very minute. One of his hands went to his face to wipe away some sweat, but instead I grabbed it and placed it on my hard, hung, uncut 9 inches of pure testosterone. No longer was this the shy senator in the hat and sunglasses. In his place, a sex-crazed, cock-hungry man whore was sitting on the bed in front of me, with dialated eyes, a handsome face, scruffy brown hair with just a little grey at the temples, a slight tan, broad shoulders, nice arms and chest, and a trim waist with just a little hair dusted across the pecs and down into the waistband of the khaki slacks that held his throbbing, thick bulge. “Let your dick get some air man,” I instructed him, pulling back so he lost his grip, but not his view of my cock. He hesitated, either from nerves or distracted by my own wiggling wang, but hopped to action when I turned around and pushed my shorts to the ground, leaving me in nothing but a classic white jock quite similar to the one that James had been wearing. Mine looked pretty different though, straining against the massive cock inside it, and surrounded by my much darker skin and manly, pubic bush. Turning back, I was pleased to see the senator had kicked off his shoes and socks, had his khakis around his ankles and was currently fishing his own 7 and a half inch wonder out of his white jockey brand briefs. “On second thought, leave those on…so James has something to do when he gets out here.” Part 3: The event As if on cue, the sound of the shower came to a halt and the curtain could be heard wooshing aside. The smile on “Dan’s” face was as wide as a mile, and his cock was producing a large, unseemly puddle of precum inside his jockeys. Surprisingly, I found I was also quite excited for the boy to emerge from the shower, practically shaking as I sat down next to Dan and loaded some more tina from HIS bag. We shared a few big hits and shotgunned the clouds, and I began to wonder what the hell was taking James so long in the bathroom, when the door opened and he stepped out in the tiniest white towel you’ve ever seen. “Uh-oh, looks like you found my stash Coach Marino, Coach Doug,” His voice sounded so sexy, high and soft with the extra bonus a slight tremble, giving the impression he was actually scared. “What do I do now?” “Get over here and sit down between us so we can discuss your punishment, young man.” Dan commanded, sounding much firmer than he had all night. The boy did as he was instructed, almost keeping the towel on before Dan ripped it away at the last second, causing James’ hands to shoot to cover his semi-hard boy-cock. “Don’t you dare sit on our bed with your wet towel boy! What the hell were you thinking?!?!” “I—I-wasn’t thinking, sir.” James responded so quietly I could barely hear him. “Damn right you weren’t,” Dan said, still firm, but softer, as if to ease the teen. “Now show us what you do with this- this shit!” “Y-y-yessir,” James said, even quieter now. “What did you say boy?!?” Dan yelled, reaching over and smacking James across the cheek, just hard enough that he yelped, but barely reddening the skin at all. “Yessir, Coach Marino, sir!” James said, his voice cracking on the last ‘sir’ making my cock jump. He took the pipe and lighter in one hand and fumbled for a moment, trying to decide how he could take a hit and still cover himself. “Oh stop being a pussy, boy! Here!” Dan thrust the boy’s discarded jockstrap into his lap, giving him barely any coverage. I chuckled at realizing that dan had called James a pussy boy, and no one heard it but me. With trepidation, James lit the torch and held the pipe to his lips. Smoke began to curl in the bowl and when Dan nodded, James began sucking in one of the biggest hits I’d ever seen. When he should have stopped, Dan began telling him to ‘keep going’ and adding occasionally ‘don’t stop until I say so.’ Finally When the teen was bright red and had inhaled enough smoke to kill a fireman, Dan gave him the okay. Coughing and spewing spit, James exhaled a gigantic cloud of smoke into the room, as Dan patted him on the back. For a moment I thought we might have suffocated the young stud, but after a few minutes he finally seemed to be able to catch his breath while holding his head between his legs. Dan’s pats became a slow, firm rubbing motion on the boy’s back, working side to side and in large circles, slowly getting lower and lower until his fingers were dipping into the young man’s ass crack. Catching my eye, Dan winked as made another circle and dipped so low that his fingers must have pressed against the sweet, tight teen hole. James shot back up straight and pushed Dan’s hand away, muttering something about it ‘not being okay,’ which might have been more convincing if his cock wasn’t pulsing as red as his chest and face, having arrived at its full 6 inch height. Ignoring the words, and focusing on the cock, Dan forced the teen backwards until he was flat on the bed, and motioned for me to help. Reaching out, I used my hands to hold James shoulders and left arm against the tacky, floral bedspread as Dan used his to hold his right hand down. This left him with one free hand which took hold of the boy’s silky member, stroking him with some violent friction, making the boy yelp and twist to get away. “Now fight all you want,” Dan insisted, twisting the teen’s hips until his ass was facing Dan. Sensing his plan, I tossed my own leg up and over James’ knees, immobilizing his legs. With my other leg, I pinned the left hand, freeing me to take over the ministrations on Jamie’s high school dick and balls, so that Dan could slide his hand back up to his mouth and spit a wad of snot and slobber into his palm, then shove it inside his own briefs and begin using it to lube his cock. “but your cock is giving you away boy. You’re nothing but a slutty skanky piece of ass, begging to get fucked!” “No PLEASE coach, I won’t do this stuff again, I promise! Please don’t do this!!!” James last plea seemed so real I decided to shove my mouth against his to shut him up. He was so shocked by the kiss that he froze, just long enough that I could push his arm under his slender hips, right into Dan’s grasp, next to his other hand. He began fighting just as I felt Dan use the jock from the boy’s lap to tie the hands together. “You’re damn right you won’t, cause if you do, I’ll fuck this sweet ass just like THIS!” Turning quickly I managed to see Dan’s thick cut dick, shiny from slobber-lube, as it jumped forward and hit James hole. A scream shot from the boy’s mouth as it pierced the tight, almost virgin skin and buried itself DEEP in him. I laughed, seeing that Dan had fished his cock and balls through the fly of his y-fronts rather than taking them off, wondering if he was doing it because I told him not to take them off himself. The Senator rolled on top of the boy and began raping him in earnest, covering his mouth with his hand, before I filled it with my massive dick. Tears and screams became grunts and whimpers, before I recovered a bottle of poppers from my coat on the opposite pillow and made James take a hit. My cock was finally able to sink all the way into his young throat as he went slack, high from the poppers and tina. We’d fucked the fight right out of him. “Fuck he’s too tight, I can’t stop myself, I’m gonna- I’m gonna—I’m gonna fuckin’ CUM!” Balls deep in boy butt, the Senator shot over and over inside James until finally collapsing against the worn-out teen twat. I wondered if I should work his mouth and get myself off too until Dan caught his breath and sat up. “Your turn bud. But don’t take too long, I’ll be ready for round two in 10 or 15 minutes.” “You got it Coach Marino,” I said, withdrawing my spit-soaked dick and switching places with Dan. This guy was a lot of fun. Too bad I had to ruin his life. Part 4: Erection results By the time all was said and done, each of us filled James ass at least 3 times, and I added a load to his face (right after we both covered him in our tina-piss). Turns out Dan was okay with me taking pix and vids of us raping the teen, as long as his face couldn’t be seen. Unluckily for him, I had a camera in the belt buckle I wore, as well as the necklace, and James had one (unbeknownst to both of them) in the gym bag he carried in when he arrived. When we left the Senator, he was high as a kite and wrung out like a dish-rag. As I suspected he only texted Pauley’s phone once after that to tell him they were through. On the other end of the spectrum, he texted me once every few hours that day and the rest of the weekend, before I finally promised him we would do it again. Per his instructions, I agreed to find some new boys for us to rape, since he felt Jamie was no longer innocent enough to truly be enjoyable for both of us. Still he invited Jamie back the next night and sent me lots of photos of the ways he defiled the boy, who he tied to the bedposts before placing an ad online and inviting over half a dozen tops to use his ‘son’ in front of him. I could have gone straight to John with all the photos and videos of the Senator, once I edited my face out of course. Instead I found myself thinking back to the fantasy he mentioned about finding a boy, kidnapping him, and raping his ass. I also remembered how hot he got when he talked about having a son of his own to trade with his brother, so that he could fuck his nephew. With a little research and some digging I found myself on the facelook page of one Markus Ericson, senator’s nephew and all-state baseball star. Initiating some contact with the boy using a fake profile, I quickly found out his interests and even got him to send me the links to his photo albums containing shots of his smooth chest and trim body in his speedos and board shorts from last summer’s swim meets. No wonder “Dan” wanted the boy so bad, he had the sweetest smile and the most awesome ass. Perhaps there was a way I could get even better pictures for John, and fulfill the Senator’s fantasy too… Stay tuned for Erected Official part 5 and beyond: Polling the inCUMbent!

Throughout college, Clay began experimenting with one night stands. He was still pretty nervous about exploring his sexual side lest anyone find out about his constant fantasies of sucking hot older Men off and making them bust their nut. He especially fantasized about servicing two guys at once, and letting them get a little rough with him just so they could get off and leave without so much as a good bye. Even though he was a dedicated student, and didn't even drink until the end of his freshman year, his obsession with giving head was always on his mind. He learned that there were spots around campus that men were known to cruise. He secretly chose to study in a certain part of the universities library, hoping he might get the opportunity to blow some hot upper Classmen. His interests in porn had grown as well. He liked both straight and gay porn as long as the scene paid attention to the hot guys face as he came. Rough porn especially turned him on as he imagined getting dominated by a hot masculine Top or even better, a straight guy who decided to let him take his cock down his throat. Eager as he was, his sex life was still pretty tame and the fantasies always seemed a little too scary to act out in person. If only he could find a way to let the sex freak inside of him out. Cut to a couple years later when Clay had moved to New York city. They were Men everywhere, and sexual energy was felt everywhere he went. Going out to gay bars he often met some hot guy in his late 30s or 40s to hook up with. He liked Men in New York, because they were not shy about telling him what they wanted him to do. And as soon as they shot their load he got to pack up and head home or back to the bar for more. One day Clay met up with a hot guy he had met online who liked to fuck around while wearing suits. He sent Clay a few pictures which showed him fully suited with a big hard dick pulled through the fly of his pants. His face was Masculine with a tough expression. He reminded clay of a bunch of those Wall Street exec types he always fantasized about it Grand Central Station. The guy was 43 and smoking hot, and after Clay sent him some pics of his lean 22 yr old body, the Man invited him over. "Where a suit" he said. Clay got dressed in his only suit, charcoal grey with a light blue tie and cabbed it to a high-rise on the upper Eastside. Nervous yet eager to please, Clay got permission from the doorman to head upstairs in the elevator. He stood outside this suited Mans door and took a deep breath before knocking. The door opened, and there stood the hottest man in a suit Clay had ever seen. Chiseled features, well groomed short brown hair, a suit tailored to his muscular body, cold blue eyes, and a deep voice that said "get in and get down on your knees". Clearly in control of the situation, the Man then said " I have to go to a dinner party in 15 minutes, so you better fucking get me off". With that, the Man told Clay to lick his wing tipped shoes. Clay had never done this before, but he liked being told what to do so he followed orders like a good boy. When the man ordered him to sit back up, there was a very thick 8.5" cock in his face. "Open your mouth kid" the Man said. Clay opened his mouth and leaned forward to place the swollen head in his mouth, when he felt the Man's hands grab him by the back of his head, and thrust his big cock all the way down Clay's throat in one hard push. Clay saw stars, and instantly started to gag, but the Man held him there for a few seconds. When he pulled Clay of his cock to let him get some air, he said " you better get me off fucker". And again thrust his cock all the way down this gagging boys throat holding it there again saying "take the whole dick down your throat you fucking faggot". He then began to pump his cock back-and-forth down Clay's throat. He didn't seem to care that Clay was gagging, and had streams of spit pouring out the corners of his mouth and tears running down his cheeks. He just fucked his throat with power and aggression, and his face tilted upward in lust. Clay just stayed there frozen, allowing this Man to pump his throat full of fat cock. Yes it hurt, but Clay realized he had never been more turned on than he was in this moment. His dick was leaking pre-cum which was causing his pants to get a wet spot, and his throat loved the feeling of being filled by this suited Man's penis. Suddenly he realized how hungry he was, and at that very moment the Man began to speed up his pace. "I can feel my nuts getting ready to dump a load kid, where do you want it?" Clay with his mouth and throat packed was unable to reply. The Man answered for him and said "you're gonna take it then" and as Clay's eyes got a desperate hungry look in them, the Man pumped even harder until he said "oh fuck" and pushed his dick all the way into the back of Clay's throat where Clay felt each pulsing throb as this sexy fucking suited guy unloaded his nut down into his stomach. The Man held Clay's head which was now buried deep in his crotch and instructed clay to milk every last drop out with his throat. "Swallow kid, I don't want to fucking see any cum when I pull out." Again Clay did as he was told, and swallowed this older Man's nut and milked his softening dick with his throat. As the man pulled out, Clay tried to speak but found his voice was too hoarse. The Man said, Time for you to go, thanks for the blowjob. As Clay got off his knees wiped his face and realized what a mess his shirt and tie was, not to mention the front of his pants, he was stopped at the door. The man said "hey, A good cock sucker like you should check out craigslist, I think you'll be very popular." Before Clay could answer, the man closed the door.

He was so right, getting fucked in the sling was amazing. I did feel like I was floating. I could close my eyes and think of nothing but his hard cock going in and out of my ass. My hole was feeling a bit used, but I loved it. "Hey," he said. I looked up at him. He was such a hot man. He had taken hi t-shirt off and he had some fur on his chest, nipple rings, tattoos from his shoulders down his arms, and another tattoo of a scorpion right under his belly button. "I love your cummy hole so much," he said. "You want another load in there? I'm getting close!" "Yes please," I gasped. Was I really begging for his load like a cum whore? I guess I was. He stepped up the speed of his strokes and started to breathe really heavily. I loved the grimaces we was making. "Here it cums! Take my raw load buddy!" he shouted out. He plunged his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it jerking inside as he loaded me up. He stayed buried balls deep inside me, smiling and panting. He looked me in the eye and said, "Buddy, I have something to tell you." "What?" "Those guys who played with you before are regulars here," he said. "I kind of figured that." "Yeah, but they have this thing they do. How shall I put it... They all three have a gift they like to share with unsuspecting guys. You know what I mean?" I must have looked confused. He said, "Okay, here's the deal. They're poz, and they love to poz other guys up in the booths." He figured I couldn't quite wrap my mind around that so he explained "You swallowed one load and took two up your ass, and they were all poz loads." I couldn't even speak. He slowly eased his cock out of my hole. "And me too," he said, "I'm poz too, so that's three poz loads in your ass today. I'm sorry, but you are such a hot guy and I love a well used hole. I figured the damage was done, right? So one more load wouldn't make much difference." "What the fuck..." I mumbled, still trying to process what he was telling me. He helped me up out of the sling and handed me my clothes. "You're a bit of a mess," he said. "I'm going to let you use the employee's restroom to get yourself cleaned up and dressed. You'll be OK." He led me to a small but clean restroom and left me in there alone. I stared at my face in the mirror. What did I just do to myself? Why would anyone do that to someone? What was I going to do? I washed up and got dressed and went out into the store. The clerk saw how stunned I still was. "Hey man, here's what you should do," he said. "After a few months get yourself tested. You never know. I got fucked by those guys many times before I tested poz. But sometimes once is all it takes." He took my arm and lead me to the door. He unlocked the door and turned the sign back to OPEN. "If you end up poz, come back and join the fun if you like. It has really liberated me and I have learned how much I love sharing my gift." He gently pushed me out the door. It took me a few minutes to remember where I had parked my car. It was 45 minutes until my meeting, so I had time to calm down. I don't remember much about that meeting, though, or my long drive home. I'm going to get tested in a few months. I don't know what I will do if I find out I am poz, but every night as I drift off to sleep I think about those loads I took in the bookstore, and each time I think about them it seems hotter and hotter. The end

Part 5 ............................... “Ladies and Gentleman. I think we can all agree, that was fucking awesome and clearly the boys are very happy to have received such rave reviews from you” He said grinning as he looked at the four cum and piss covered boys lying kissing each other and licking up the residue off each other and around them. “You’ll be pleased to know that our young sluts here aren’t finished yet and they will now be strapped to the fuck tables and will all be happy to receive more deposits, although we’d especially like those of you who are positive…. and we know who you are” he grinned at the grinning crowd before him, “To step up and make sure Chris, Sam and Ben’s conversion is thorough” to cheers and wild applause. All four boys looked up at the mention of their names and when realising they were to be abused by the crowd looked around with some apprehension. As the four boys were led to the sturdy tables around the edge of the room they were bent over and secured in position to receive their abuse; Julian continued to address the crowd. “Now we have a special treat for you all. My very good friends Donald Campbell, CEO of BoyToys and his investment partner Jason Anders are very happy to put on a little show of their own,” he said, pausing for the short round of applause. “Both Don and Jason are HIV positive and right now, dangerously so," he explained, smiling broadly at the wave of knowing laughter that returned to him. “Also here this evening is Jason’s nephew, Ethan, who just over a week ago came out to Jason and asked that he breed him." There was much chatter at this point. “Ethan has taken many positive loads from all of us this week,” he continued, “but tonight Jason and Ethan will fuck for your pleasure as his conversion continues.” Further applause followed as Ethan and I walked forward completely naked. “And finally our friend Don, please come forward,” Julian asked. Don walked through the crowd, also stunningly naked and into the spot lights near the bed and stood by Julian to enthusiastic applause, “Also here this evening is Don’s son, Jermaine, who recently found out he was HIV positive. Jermaine please come forward,” Julian asked. Jermaine also walked forward and into the light and stood on the other side of Julian looking slightly confused, but stunning in the lights glare. “Jermaine, your father has something he’d like to say to you,” Julian explained, leaving the father and son alone in the center of attention. The room fell totally silent as Don’s deep gravelly voice boomed, “Jermaine” he started, “I know you were confused and unhappy that night,” he started, looking at his son who stared back. “I’m sorry I pushed you..." stumbling a bit on his words, “I’m sorry you think I pushed you away” he said, correcting himself. Jermaine continued to stare at his father. “Jermaine I know I’m positive and I’m not one to judge but I was disappointed you were diagnosed positive so young. I’m sorry, I should have been there for you, son. I love you so much,” he finally managed to say, but his voice broke in the process. Jermaine continued to stare at his father before tears started to well and he stepped forward to embrace his father. The room immediately applauded and it was like a weight lifted. As Don embraced his son, Ethan wrapped his arm around me to hug me too. Don held his son and turning to face him he held his head in his huge hands and then they were kissing, long and passionately. “Oh fuck” Ethan whispered to me, “that’s so hot.” I mentally agreed, and apparently the audience also did, as every where I could see cocks began to swell anew. Don and Jermaine’s kiss intensified as they now openly explored each other's body. Not to be left out, Ethan and I were also kissing now, and I had latched onto on my nephew's beautifully succulent buttocks, which I caressed lustfully. I lifted him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist as we continued to kiss hard. After a long embrace, Jermaine dropped to his knees and, holding his father’s enormous erection, began to suck on the cock that had created him. It was quite a sight and clearly the audience was very much enjoying the incest scene unfolding before them. I’d now lifted Ethan backwards onto the still piss-covered bed and throwing him back, his cunt was exposed and so I knelt down to stick my tongue deep inside him. Ethan lay back, moaning as I invaded his hole. Jermaine was now doing a very good job sucking on Don as I knew only too well how hard it was to take him down my throat. Don held his son’s head and began to face fuck him, pushing deeper into his mouth each time and not actually caring as his son gagged. I loved that aspect of Don: once he was in the zone he was like a total fuck machine and clearly didn’t even care if it was his son he was damaging. I now had three fingers inside Ethan’s cunt, finger-fucking him and sucking hard on his cock while biting down on his balls intermittently. Ethan continuously squirmed, even as he pushed down on my head and asking for more, like the dirty cunt he was. The bed suddenly bounced as I realised Don’s huge frame had fallen backwards on to it with his son still clamped to his father’s monster cock. It wasn’t long though before he pulled Jermaine up to him with his massive arms and they continued to kiss again, all the time Don worked his fingers into his son. My cock was now leaking copious amounts of precum and I needed to fuck my nephew, so pulling up, I aimed my dick at his well lubed, stretched cunt and rammed straight in. Ethan actually screamed and the audience applauded as I started fucking him hard without letting him catch breath, but Ethan the consummate slut, settled quickly and was moaning in pleasure loudly, causing Don and Jermaine to take in the scene. Now it was their turn to be not outdone and Don lifted his not-in-considerably-well-built son up with ease and negotiated his cock to the entrance of his boy’s cunt. Jermaine lifted himself up and holding his Dad’s cock, lowered himself down on to it slowly, but Don couldn’t wait and once he’d split his sphincter with the head of his monster cock he forced upwards, ramming his huge girth deep into his son’s guts. Now it was Jermaine’s turn to scream and to another round of applause. Both boys were now impaled on cocks and were being fucked hard and after some considerable discomfort for Jermaine he settled quickly too. Don was pile-driving him and already their bodies were pouring with sweat. Mean while I pinched down on Ethan’s nipples making them red raw as I fucked hard and deep. It also seemed as if Don and I were competing to see which of us could inflict the most pain on our kin. After ten minutes or so, I pulled out of Ethan and grabbed him, turning him over on to his front and pulling him towards me, pushing my cock in and fucking him again. I also noticed the crowd were so turned on now that there were guys not only wanking but others had moved off to the four restrained boys strapped to the fuck tables and all four had small queues of guys taking it in turns to rape them, although Ben seemed to have the longest queue. Don withdrew from Jermaine, throwing him onto the bed, and then rising to his feet, he pulled his son towards him. Jermaine’s own substantial erection clearly showed how much he was enjoying be raped by his father. When Don was aligned, he once more forced himself inside his son, fucking him missionary. Jermaine spread his legs high and wide to allow good access. Jermaine and Ethan were on opposite sides of the bed but their heads were level and so started kissing while Don and I fucked them. The audience was clearly enjoying the scene of debauchery, as groans and grunts abounded, and every so often a few sprays of cum spurted on one or another of us as an audience member dumped his load on us. I guess it was testament to our staying power but I wasn’t ready yet and my experience of Don meant I knew he wouldn’t be either. The atmosphere was such a turn on and I began to revel in the heat of the spotlights while bodies emerged into the light to jack off on us and then retreat back into the darkness. Jermaine had been wanking his cock and soon we heard the tell-tale sounds of orgasm as he began to ejaculate amidst loud grunts and heavy breathing. His father also was now literally dripping sweat was equally close, and not to be out done, my balls were also beginning to tingle so I knew I was getting close. Looking up I caught Don’s eye and silently mouthed, “in his mouth.” Don understood, and gave me a quick smile and nod in agreement. Feeling my orgasm building I pulled out and forced Ethan round pushing him on to his back so his head was now directly under my cock. He eagerly opened his mouth while I beat off the last few strokes. Don also pulled out and forced his kid round so Jermaine’s open mouth was directly underneath his Father’s cock. Don and I came within moments of each other, depositing our loads or in the case of Don, oceans of cum into the open and willing mouths of our boys. Applause broke out around us as the boys played with their food on their lips. “Share with Ethan” Don commanded of his son, through heavy breathing. He didn’t need asking twice and both boys were in each-other’s arms in moments kissing and sharing the cum between them while Don and I watched proudly. I put my arm around Don's shoulder and we could hear grunting and groaning in four directions as the other boys continued being bred by cock after cock but looking down at my dirty nephew and Don’s equally slutty son, tonight had been much more than good. It had been fucking amazing. To be continued............................

Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…

Been working out regularly and I guess It's beginning to show. Been getting hit on more lately, or maybe it's just summer sex madness. Went to bath house in Wilmington Ca. Got there late (11:30 am) and all the rooms were rented out, so had to get a locker. Ate a magic brownie when I got there. Mmm.. First load I took was from a thin Latin with an enormous cock! 9 inches at least. We did it standing up in a glory hole cubicle. He was so huge, opened my hole up good. He kept telling me how much he loved my hole and kissed me on the back of my neck and licked me between my shoulder blades. Not sure how long he was in me, (a while) when he said "I'm gonna cum," I said "Go for it! Fuck my pussy!" I could feel his head throb inside me as he shot his man juice in me. The second and third loads were from 2 guys I'd done before. Average size cocks but great fuckers! Total tops! The last guy was a black dude about 6 feet tall with a huge thick cock and a big round head, even bigger than the first guy. Oh damn, this hot fucker knows HOW-TO-FUCK!! First he fucked me on my knees. The he flipped me over and fucked me on my back, while he sucked on my nipples. He laid me on my side with one leg up, so we could both see his cock slide in and out of me. He fucked me till he couldn't fuck anymore. When he pulled his massive cock out of my juicy puss I could see cum oozing from his cock head. He asked for my number and I gave it to him.

Matt walked in the door and made eye contact with Trent. "Hey, I'm Matt" "Damn Matt, you look even hotter than in your pictures." Matt blushed, trying not to show how much he liked the compliment. "Yeah, you're hot too. Nice apartment." Trent smirked. This kid was perfect. He could tell he had limited experience. Trent would enjoy corrupting his mind. "Let's get a drink and chat." Trent grabbed a couple of cokes... and his bottle of G. He sat down on the couch next to Matt. Trent said, "You want to try this? It's called G. It'll help loosen you up, get you ready. Is this your first time getting fucked bareback?" "Sure, sounds good. It's just like a shot, of like liquor?" Matt asked. "Yeah" "Yeah, this is my first time getting fucked bareback, but I've fucked one guy without a condom once it broke," Matt replied. "Nice, you'll love it. Bareback is the only way I fuck anymore," Trent added. "Yeah, thank god for prep," Matt laughed. Trent just chuckled. He started drinking his G-spiked drink and Matt followed suit. Matt, slightly nervous, chugged the rest of his drink fast, consuming the copious amounts of G that Trent had added to it. They chatted for a bit, ESPN on in the background. Trent asked Matt about school and where he wanted to go to college next year and Matt asked Trent about his work. Before he knew it Matt's head was spinning and he was feeling relaxed. "How is the G treating you?" Trent asked, his hand on Matt's thigh, fingers already within the leg holes of his shorts, fingers rubbing on Matt's thigh. "I feel good, man" and he was. He noticed Trent's hand on his leg and felt himself getting hard in his jock. Trent leaned in, kissing Matt. Matt kissed back, feeling good and relaxed and horny. Matt noticed Trent had put some porn on the television, but he wasn't sure when. Damn, he thought, "I'm a little out of it." But that thought was quickly forgotten, feeling Trent's hands groping his body, hand moving up on his thigh, feeling the bulge of Matt's jock. Matt catching glimpses of the porn on screen of two daddies fucking a young looking twink boy bareback. One even had the biohazard tattoo that Matt knew meant he has HIV+. Weirdly he felt his dick jumping thinking of that, the G dampening his inhibitions. "Fuck that's hot," Matt said aloud. Trent replied, "Let me show you this vid, it's so hot." Trent went back to kissing Matt, lifting off Matt's tank, which slipped right off. Then he removed his own shirt. Matt, half distracted by Trent, half by the TV, mind fogged up from G. Matt caught a glimpse of the TV. Saw two hot guys, clean cut studs in there twenties. He was one had a tie around his arm, and the camera focused in. Matt saw a needle go into his arm, a flash of red appeared, and then he saw the plunger go down. He half noticed Trent pulling down he shorts as he focused on the television, watching the guy who just had the needle in arm coughing and looking wide-eyed. "Fuck that looked hot," Matt thought, wondering what was in the syringe. "You think that's hot?" Trent asked. "I.. uhh yeah, what did they shoot up?" "Crystal. It's pretty hardcore, but I've heard that the sex if fucking amazing. Especially when they slam it right into their veins." Trent replied. "You ever try it?" Matt asked. "I few times, it was pretty okay." Trent said, knowing it was crucial that he remained low key about it. It was important Matt not build tina up. The more relaxed the atmosphere was, the easier Matt would be to corrupt. Trent, down on his knees, pulled Matt's cock out of the side of his jock. Matt's eyes went to the back of his head as an expert cocksucker worked on his dick. His eye were still fixed on the screening, watching the guy who had had the needle in his writher around in pleasure, looking blanked out. Before he knew it, Matt was ready to bust in Trent's mouth. He was going to warn him before he came, but it happened to fast. But Trent swallowed his entire load, without missing a beat. "Damn he thought, this kid has good tasting cum." Matt, his cock now hypersensitive, tensed up as Trent continued sucking his cock. Trent let up, and collapsed back onto the couch. Trent touch Matt's cock back into his jock, thinking about how sexy this kid looked in his blue and white stripped jockstrap. Trent decided it was about time to breakout his gear. He grabbed his equipment from his bedroom and brought it back to the couch, setting his bag down on the coffee table. Matt watched in silence as Trent took out some gear. Matt's head was still swimming from the G, making him feel numb and relaxed as well as horny. He couldn't stop thinking about playing with his hole. Matt stuck a finger in his mouth before stroking his hole with it, slowly working it in. Trent saw this out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, knowing the G was working beautiful. Trent pulled out a sharp from a little baggy, crumbling it up into smaller pieces as he loaded it into the bowl. Matt asked, "What it that?" "It's T. It's even better than G. It'll get you really horny and ready to fuck. It's what those guys injected in the video. Smoking it is a bit less hardcore." Trent was loving easing Matt into this. He picked up a lighter, flicked it on, and watched the crystal turn into clouds. Taking a big hit, Trent felt the hot smoke fill his lungs before blowing a thick cloud. "Fuck that's good," Trent said, enticing Matt. Trent leaned over to Matt, helping him him with the pipe and lighter. "Alright, inhale when when I say, once it heats up." Matt was nervous but pumped to try T for the first time, the G lowering any hesitation he might have otherwise had. On Trent signal he inhaled a big cloud. "Now exhale" Trent told him. "How does that feel?" Matt responded, "It feels pretty good." Matt felt a little rush, his heart beating faster, a bit of a head rush.Trent coached Matt into taking hit after hit. Afterward, Matt was feeling amazing, his heart racing, feeling this mix of pure excitement and unadulterated ecstasy, almost feeling proud and invincible. Matt wasn't sure how long he was out of it, before snapping back to attention. Looking a Trent "How do you feel?" Trent asked. "Fucking amazing man, one thousand fucking percent," Matt replied, "and so horny. But my dick is kind of soft" "Oh yeah, sometimes that happens with tina. Good thing you're the one getting fucked tonight." Trent knew he was hooked. He grabbed another shard from his bag and started working it into Matt's hole. Matt barely noticed the slight burn as he worked it in, knowing this would get the boy begging to get fucked. "You ready to get fucked, fag?" Being called a fag got Matt even more turned on. "Yes sir." Trent lubed up Matt's hole and his cock. Trent took off his pants to reveal his 8 inch cock. "Fuck," Matt thought. His cock looked even bigger now. He reached over and grabbed the poppers he had in the pockets, huffing deep preparing for Trent's cock. He could feel the head against his hole, popping in, making Matt moan like a bitch. Trent pushed Matt legs up against his chest, giving him better access to Matt's hole. He was one-third in already. Matt was taking it pretty well, huffing on a bottle of poppers every couple of seconds. His dick kept going in, further and further, finally bottoming out. "How does it feel to have raw cock up your virgin boy hole?" "Ohhhh, ffuucckk.." Matt moaned, so turned on by taking raw cock just like the thousands of porn sluts he had jerked off to in the past. "It feels so good sir." "Fuck yeah boy," Trent said, thinking how this boy was a natural sub faggot, "bet you'll only take raw cock from now on." "Oh, yes sir," and he meant it to. This was way better than any fucking he had done before. Of course, Matt knew the drugs were probably helping too. Trent pulled all the way out, seeing the gaping hole he had left behind, lubed already dripping down from his it. He slammed back into Matt hearing him gasp, his limp cock hidden in his jock pouch. Trent loved seeing a boy focused only on his hole, cock out of sight and out of mind. Unlike Matt, Trent was rock hard thanks to some viagra and his cocking on. Matt had notice the cocking earlier, and fuck did it make him desperate for Trent's cock. Matt head spinning from the drugs, poppers and the hard fuck he was receiving. He handed the poppers to Trent to put on the table behind him. Trent twisted around slightly, and Matt glimpsed a bit of a back tattoo. It was a biohazard symbol. With the T clouding his thinking, Matt didn't understand what it was for. He knew that a lot of poz guys had that tattoo but he knew Trent was on prep and neg. "Hey Trent, why do you have biohazard tat? Guys will think you're poz" Matt half chuckled. Trent leaned in, grabbing hold of trent ankles and pressing them above his head, plunging his cock back in. As he was trusting, he said, "My tat?" "Yeah, won't people thinking you're poz?" Trent continued fucking Matt, speeding up his thrusting. "I got it..." Trent was panting, "when... I..." Trent's breath was ragged, his body getting tenser "discovered...." Trent started moaning, almost gasping, "that... I... was...OOOO.. fuck... that i was poz" Trent let out, as cum erupted from his cock and into Matt's guts. Trent could see the warning lights in Matt head as his eyes went wide. "Your profile says you are neg!" "I never updated it, but I stopped taking it. Too many side effects for me. I got pozzed up a few months after that I think. Plus I think you wanted a poz load." He reached down and felt Matt's cock through his jockstrap, which was rock hard, the head popping out through the side, leaking pre. "Fuck," Matt thought, "he's right." "I bet this is the hottest sex you've ever had boy. Clearly you like taking poz loads or your cock wouldn't be rock fucking hard," Trent said. "Now look, you're free. Free from fear, able to take any load from any cock. Be the hot cumdump faggot you were meant to be." Matt's head was spinning. He knew Trent was right. But images kept flashing through his mind, of him, his teammates, other people from school, his parents, knowing that he was marked now. Part of a brotherhood of barebackers, proud poz men. He had seen the sites, images on tumblr, of proud poz men. Deep downing knowing this was what he wanted the entire time but just couldn't admit to himself. Beyond all that though, he knew right know that he had to have more cock. "Now," Trent sat down next to Matt, cum leaking out of his hole, "what do you say?" "I want more cock sir." "You perfect fucking faggot. And what about my poz load?" "Thank you for pozzing me sir; I'm a dirty cumdump who deserves to be pozzed up." "Yes you are boy, and your night is not even close to over. I'm taking you to get way more loads. After all, we need to make sure my DNA gets into your blood." Trent went into his bag. Matt saw him take out a syringe. It was a prepared point. Matt knew it was going to go in his arm, so he was a little surprised when he saw Trent put it in his arm, and pull the plunger. But then, Trent removed the point from his arm. "Now boy, this will guarantee that you get my bug in your blood. It's a mix of crystal meth and my blood. You can't have one with out the other. And I want you to beg for it." Matt wanted that point in his arm so bad. "Please sir, give me your toxic blood. Get my addicted to T." Trent found a vein, pulled back on the plunger, saw the red vial get a shade darker and then pushed down on the plunger. He saw Matt's pupils dilate, heard his breathing go ragged. Practically seeing the rush. He pulled Matt's arm up, and told Matt to cough. Matt was flying, freaked out, feeling amazing, the thought of Trent's toxic blood in his getting him hard. After letting Matt settle down, Trent told him to get dressed. "Let's go faggot. Time for you to take more AIDS cock." Trent pulled Matt to him, kissed him deeply, grabbed his gear bag, and lead Matt to out of his apartment, closing the door behind him. Then, he lead Matt to his car.

(I've had the basis of this story in my head for a while now and hope yall like it) John didn't much care about other people. Only what he could get from them. Whether that be free drinks, a place to stay or when the need hit him, sex. He didn't much care what they felt after and why should he, hes a top, and what he fucked was just there for him to use and leave behind. John entered that bar that evening with no real plan, he had a nice day at work and figured he'd let the evening progress as it should, get a few drinks given by the desperate older guys maybe. Sitting down to the bar he ordered a double shot of vodka and a glass of water. Taking the shot in one go he surveyed the bar with the water in hand and looked about for easy marks. Right off the bat he saw a 40 something guy. He was getting grey early on with a portly build. Average dad bod with average looks. He knew the type well. Right as he was about to get up someone sat next to him with what could only be described as a flop and gave a huge sigh. John looked over and was stopped in his tracks. This kid could barely be 21 , he highly suspected he used a fake card, giving him a quick look as the kid ordered some fruity drink he saw how tight his shorts and shirt were and couldn't believe they were able to contain his bubble butt. john looked up to see his sandy blond hair and multiple piercings. Cute face, smooth and almost child like and he sucked on his straw nearly draining the drink in seconds. putting down the glass. John quickly changed targets The kid was the first one to start talking. He just looked at him and said"i cant believe how rude people can be, been waiting half an hour for my date and now he says hes not coming at all" looking to john with a miffed look. John nodded out of shock at how blunt he was. People can be that way kid, you get used to it and move on. "well then I'll find someone else to be my date, what about you, you free tonight?" John was all to eager to agree, it was like catching a fish in a barrel. Sure , wasn't looking to do much tonight anyways. the kid ordered two new drinks before they would leave the bar and walking over to the register with them to close out his tab. Coming back he handed a double shot to john and some blue concoction for himself. John took it in one go and waited for the kid to finish his. He took a few minutes to savor this one and as time progressed john started feeling the effects of the vodka hit him, feeling a little dizzy which he expected, but then sleepy this was weird. Right around when his eyes started drooping the kid put down an empty glass and grabbed johns hand, nearly dragging him out of the bar and walking toward the secluded parking lot. Walking past the cars heading toward the back of the lot, all john could think was how easy this was.Slipping past the tightly parked cars , heading to the dimly lit back lot all to known for its quickies. The kid was holding his hand the whole time and quiet , just leading him along until they were passing a black panel van. as soon as the kid got to the drivers side window he stopped. John asked what the hold up was, in a slurred voice and the kid knocked on the side of the door. The door slammed open and that was the last thing john remembered before he was tasered in the back

I was working out of town one day. I helped out with a presentation in the morning, but was not needed until a meeting at 3:00 P.M., so I found myself driving around the small city where we were making a business presentation. I grabbed lunch, and afterwards decided to do some shopping. After walking around a bit and looking at various stores, I turned a corner and saw a small, somewhat dumpy looking adult book store. Of course I decided to step in to check it out, thinking perhaps I'd get lucky, and be able to connect with some guy and suck his cock. The store was small full of the usual porn and sex toys. There was a curtain at the back with a sign over it that sad "Viewing Booths $5." I went to the counter and paid my $5. The clerk smiled and said "Have fun." I stepped through the curtain and saw the usual line of booths. There were a couple of guys in there just hanging around, and the red indicator light over a couple of the booths told me at least a few booths were occupied by a guy who was watching porn. I stepped into an empty booth, peeked through the glory hole, but there was no one in the next booth. I punched the buttons next to the video screen to find a movie that interested me. After watching for a couple of minutes, I heard the door of the next booth open and close. I bent over and saw someone had indeed entered the booth, and that he was standing there groping himself. After a few seconds, he also bent over and checked-out the booth where I was located. Seeing me, he stood up and unzipped his fly, pulling-out a nice long cock which he slowly stroked. I stuck a couple of fingers through the gloryhole and gestured to him. He took the hint, and his cock slowly emerged through the opening. It was nice and long and on the thick side, but it was only about half hard. I stroked it for a few seconds before bending over for a taste. I got it all down my throat and I could hear him moan quietly, but it wasn't getting any harder. He pulled his cock back through and whispered through the hole "Can I come over?" "Sure," I replied, unlocking the door. Seconds later I heard a light tap on my door, and upon opening it, a nice looking older guy came in. "Sorry my cock isn't hard," he quietly remarked, and then asked to see mine. I stood up and he sat on the seat and started to play with my cock. "You like to get sucked?" he asked. I nodded, and he started to stroke my dick and lick the head. I closed my eyes and let him start to suck me for real. It felt wonderful. I heard the door of the booth he had left open and close, but I didn't pay much attention. My cocksucker was very talented and seemed to be really enjoying himself. Then he stopped sucking and looked up at me. He said "Someone is watching us" and smiled at me, indicating the glory hole. He gently turned me toward the hole and pushed me so my cock went through. I felt another warm mouth on my cock, and the guy with me said "I have never seen you before." "I'm from out of town," I explained. He responded with a chuckle saying "We love fresh meat here." He was rubbing my lower back and ass, and gently pulled at me so my cock came back out of the glory hole. He started sucking it again, looked up at me and asked "Are you negative?" "Yes," I quietly replied. "Huh?" he asked. "Yes, I'm negative," I replied, this time a bit more loudly. "You can't be too careful in these places" he said with a smile. He got back to his wonderful, slow sucking, and he stuck a finger through the hole. A really nice thick hard cock was sliding into sight. He started to stroke it while he sucked me. I also reached down to feel it, and as I did so, my cocksucker undid my belt and pants and let them drop to the floor. "Suck on it," he encouraged, so I gladly bent down to do just that. While I was bent over, he checked-out my bare ass, found my hole and rubbed a finger on it. This really turned me on, especially when he moved into position so he was directly behind me at which point he began kissing and rimming my ass. Involuntarily I moaned, as I loved the twin sensation of sucking on a big hard cock in my mouth as another man's tongue worked my hole. He said "I think you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" I made a muffled response as my mouth was still full of cock. "Do you like to get fucked?" he asked. I made the same muffled response, hoping he would understand I had answered 'yes', but no such luck. "Huh?," he asked. I backed off the cock I was sucking and replied "Yes, I love to get fucked." The guy in the next booth heard me and let out a grunt of approval. The man with me dove back into my hole with his tongue deep like he was very turned on by my answer. He then pulled me away from the other guy's cock, and whispered through the gloryhole "Do you want to fuck my friend?" "Fuck yeah!" the other guy replied. "Do you have a condom?" The guy in the next booth answered "Nope." It turned-out none of us was carrying a condom, and honestly, I, at least, had not really expected things to go in this direction. In any event, the guy slipped a finger into me and was vigorously fucking me with one, then two fingers. I was getting really turned on by this scene, even if the finger fucking was a little rough, especially as I could feel his fingernails. "Take it easy, man," I asked. "Okay," he replied, even as he acknowledged the obvious, "sorry, no one has a condom." Then he leaned over to the glory hole and asked in a whisper "Are you clean?" "Yes" the guy whispered back. Then the finger-fucker looked up at me as if to ask "Well?" He continued finger fucking my hole, going a little rough again. I really needed that hot cock inside me, so I turned around. "I have some lube," my new friend said, and he pulled out a tube of lube and greased the big cock up. He helped me maneuver and lined my hole up with the cock. I slowly backed up onto it. It felt great! More to cum...

It was a typical Friday night. I was online looking for more cum for my eternally hungry hole when I came across a guy I never saw before who was looking to unload in a hole. He told me right off that he was poz. I told him "Cum on over and let's fuck!" So he rode to my place on his Harley, wearing shorts and no shirt. He was all tatt'd up and looked ready to fuck for hours! We got inside, he removed what little clothing he was wearing, and we went through the usual routine of kissing, sucking, and licking. Eventually I sucked his cock hard, and when it was sopping wet, he slid deep into my hungry cunt. It didn't take him long to tense up and unload his nice toxic load deep inside me. It felt so good I didn't want him to pull out! As we lay there with his cock still inside me, he told me he was married and had he just found out he was poz. NICE! So I got a high viral load in my ass! I asked if he had told his wife. He said he had, but as she didn't know he fucked around with guys, he told her it was from a dirty needle. I began moving my ass back and forth on his cock, which was still embedded in my ass. Sure enough, he got hard again and fucked me for a good 30 minutes before blowing some more freshly poz'd seed in my pussy. As he was leaving I said "I hope to see you again." He replied "You can bet on it." Since that first occasion he has blown five of his loads into my ass - and that's only been since Friday.

The Hunt (Part 6) I have been waiting for the chance to fuck this boy ‘up’ for a long time. Ever since I laid my eyes on this cute twink a couple of weeks ago. And now I was kneeling in front of his tight hole and tried to tear his cunt walls with my fingernails. Jason moaned loudly. “Ouch – that hurts”, he complained. “You are a tight bitch” I told him. And that was the truth, but I wanted to conceal the truth, that I was actually scraping his instestinal walls. “So good and tight” I whispered. I heard Jason sniffing at the poppers bottle again. He relaxed his asshole and gave me the opportunity to reach even deeper into his body. I squeezed his little balls with my free hand. “Are you ready to get fucked you little punk?” I asked him playfully. I stood up and looked at my young victim, jerking off my cock slowly. Softly I poked against his entrance with it. Jason’s eyes were closed. He nodded and told me to fuck him hard. “Don’t be too nice to me” he groaned. “I won’t” I replied and I meant it. I would destroy his little hole. My dick was leaking with precum. I pushed harder against his hole and although I knew this would hurt… ME… extremely I roared like a lion while slamming my cock into his prepared and yet unlubed twat. Jason howled in agony while his ass took my entire length in one hard stroke. “Yeah man…. that’s it. Fuck me hard. Make me enjoy the ride” the clueless 18 year old, ‘always faithful’ bottom boy moaned. “Yeah boy – I’m gonna give it to you…. good… you little tramp”, I hissed. Slowly I pulled my fucktube out of his narrow passage, just to slam it back into his ass again. Like a rabbit I started to piston inside his pussy. All of the sudden his arse tightened deliciously and with fear in his eyes he asked me about the condom. “Are you wearing a rubber?” he asked me. “Fuck “ I answered. “I totally forgot – I just was so horny for your hole” I answered him, while still staying in fucking gear and pacing up to hit his deepest possible point. “What now…. are you….. healthy….?” he asked me kind of breathless. “Of course man….. don’t worry about it, but if you want me to, I am totally into safe sex also, so it wouldn’t be a problem for me to fuck you with a condom” I lied to him. All the while I was still fucking him in long hard strokes. “Would you mind?” he asked me with a puppy look on his face. I smiled broadly and answered him that it was really not a problem. “Safety comes first!” I added. And so I was stabbing my dick four more times deeply into his ass and then pulling it out unceremoniously. Jason sighed deeply. He urged me to hurry and asked about the condom. I implied that I took it from the table, as we left the living room. The truth was, that I had my own ‘prepared’ condom in my pocket and this condom would not survive the aggressive sexual act. The condoms reservoir had been cut away before. So while I was standing at the end of the sling I opened the newly ‘sealed’ condom. He couldn’t see from this point of view the package. While I enrolled the condom onto my dick I walked to his side, so he had a better view, that we actually were engaging now in a safe mode. Holding the tip of the condom with one hand and hiding away the damage this way, I was enrolling the thing with my other hand. Jason was satisfied. He laid back and sniffed again at his poppers. ‘Stupid bitch’ I thought and went back to work. “Can’t we use some lube?” Jason asked me nicely. “Your cock rips me apart, I can’t really enjoy the fucking, because it hurts so much”. I spit on his hole and used some spit on my dick and told him this was ‘all the lube’ he was getting. “You got to understand – I fuck to feel good myself. This is not about your orgasm, it is about mine”. And with that I rammed my rod back into poor little Jason who seemed to surrender to my battering ram. “Stop complaining about your pain….. and start giving me pleasure….” I snarled dangerously. Bam Bam Bam…. I went back into combat mode and fucked his boyhole even harder. Now my first goal was to rid this already busted condom. This went on for several minutes. I pulled my cock out almost completely to check the status of the condom. After a while I could see my prick head was free again and with that knowledge I hammered away lustfully, into this beautiful boy butt. I enjoyed the fuck even more, now that I saw the condom rolling up to the end of my shaft. Whenever I pulled out, I saw some red streaks along my cock. Jason seemed to be bleeding inside his hole. My cock tingled excited. “Oh fuck” I looked terrified at Jason. “What is it?” he asked me, staring at me. “I fear the condom broke” I was cursing under my breath. “Oh no – when did it happen?” he asked almost weeping. I told him that I had no idea, but since I played it always safe and that I was positive about my status, I convinced him it would make no difference now. I would take care of him. I smiled warmly at Jason and he started playing with his nipples moaning loudly. “Then go on – give me your big cock. Seed my hole with your hot cum” he demanded. Of course I did not object. The young cunt was begging for my toxic seed literally and I was willing to share….

I sat there for a minute or two, catching my breath and reliving what just happened. I had mixed feelings about being so slutty in a place like this, but I reasoned I should get moving, back to my house, back to my boring life with very few opportunities to enjoy myself like this. I stood up, pulled up my pants, and made my way into the main part of the book store. Coming through the curtains I heard a couple of guys talking over at the front counter. There were three guys standing there, and one was that older guy who had sort of arranged things. A guy next to him was saying, "I almost laughed out loud when you said that. Of course I'm clean. I take a shower every damn morning," and then he let out a raucous laugh. I thought I recognized his gruff voice, and then definitely recognized his black and white plaid shorts. The third guy next to him nudged him as he looked up and saw me. This was the black guy with the sunglasses who had just fucked me. All three of them were looking my way now, giving me a wide smile. My helpful older friend said, "Hey, have a great day sweetie!" and with that they all went out the door. The clerk behind the counter chuckled and shook his head. "Those guys." Then he looked up at me and said "Hi, how are you doing?" "Okay," I replied, but the clerk must have recognized the dazed expression on my face. "From the sounds of things you just has some fun," he casually commented. I didn't know what to say. He laughed. "Don't be shy, I know those guys were playing with you. They told me about it, and there's no one else back there now." I replied "Yeah, that was me." "Wait right here," he commented, adding "I'll be right back." With that he stepped from in back of the counter and went through a door marked 'Private', but returned within seconds. He then walked over to the front door, switched the sign to CLOSED and locked the door. "It is really slow in here after the lunch rush. You were dessert I guess," he laughed. "Can I show you something?" "Sure," I answered. "Come back here," he said, and led the way through the door marked 'Private'. "We're going to open this new room soon, and I want your opinion." I walked into the room. It was a square room with dark grey walls. There was a single bed with what looked like a rubber sheet, some kind of thing that looked like a padded saw horse, and in the corner there was a sling. I knew that from watching porn movies. I stepped over to it for a better look. "I have never seen one of these before," I remarked. "They are so much fun," the clerk said. "They put a man's ass at just the right height to fuck. And when you get fucked in one, you feel like you are floating in air. It's great!" "That does sound interesting." "Go ahead, jump in. Try it out for size." I turned to him and smiled, thinking to myself 'why not try it? I still have an hour and a half before I have to hit the road'. I moved toward the sling. "Wait," the guy said, "you're supposed to be naked." I stopped and took a good look at this guy. He was about 40 with a nice goatee. He wore a t-shirt and I could see tattoos on both arms. I also saw a good sized basket in his jeans. He was definitely a turn on. Raising an eyebrow he gave me a sexy lopsided smirk saying "Go ahead, it's just you and me." So I reached down to take off my shoes. I laughed at myself and how brazen I was being as I took off the rest of my clothes and tossed them over onto the bed. I sat at the end of the sling, not sure exactly how to proceed. "Just lean back," he said as he helped me get into position, positioning my hips forward enough and lifting one leg and then the other up into the stirrups hanging from the chain. "That's how these work. They put your hole in prime position." Then he looked at my exposed hole remarking "Oh my, you look just a bit tender. Does it feel OK?" he asked as he very lightly rubbed a finger over it. "Actually it feels good," I sad, and it really did. "You're dripping just a little. How many of them fucked you?" "Two of them. I sucked the other guy off." "And they fucked you bare? You Okay with that?" "Well..." I said, "I don't usually, but...." He said, "Hey man, I understand. I didn't mean to get you down. As long as you had fun." A broad smile crossed his face. His finger was still rubbing my hole, and he was getting a bit deeper. The two big loads in there were providing good lube. I let out a sigh. "You're a hot guy," he said. I think I blushed. He bent down and licked a drop of cum from my hole. He then licked some more. It felt wonderful. I sighed again and closed my eyes. His tongue dove in deeper, driving me crazy. I moaned as he ate my ass and stroked my thighs and stomach. I then felt his mouth on my cock and a finger back in my hole. His mouth came off my cock. I opened my eyes to see him coming to an upright position. As he did, I felt something enter my ass that wasn't his finger. He was fucking my well used hole. "I love fucking a cummy ass, and yours is sweet. How does it feel?" I smiled up at him answering "It feels great. Keep going!" His cock was hard as a rock and must have been eight inches long. He got into a steady rhythm of long, firm strokes. I was in heaven. More to cum...

So here I was, taking a stranger's bare cock. I had no idea what he looked like, except that I had seen that his pants were black and white plaid and, I heard his deep gruff voice mutter "Hot ass. Feels good, man." My helpful friend asked me if I heard his comment. I nodded in reply, which led him to remark "He must really love your ass." I didn't respond as I was increasingly turned on by the thought of riding raw anonymous cock, so I was focused on enjoying the moment. As I had scarcely ever fucked bare, this was an absolutely amazing experience. I found myself riding faster and harder, and the top in my hole kept pace. I could hear his breath becoming increasingly deep and ragged. "You're going to make him cum" the guy in the booth with me whispered. "Yeah!" I panted out in response. "You going to cum?" he asked the guy in the next booth. The guy just grunted louder, and I felt his cock get a bit harder. He thrust deep into my ass "Take my load, bitch!" I just backed up onto it and felt his load pulsing deep into my hole. I stayed bent over with my ass up to the glory hole until he finally pulled out. At that point I struggled to my feet and my friend inspected my ass, gave it a kiss, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. whispering "Keep that load in as long as you can. It's your prize." I smiled at his slutty suggestion. At that point he said "Sweetie, I have to go pee. Maybe I can find you some more fun." I just nodded, still breathing hard from that awesome fuck. He left the booth, and I looked down at the hole, but the other guy had left his booth. I pulled my pants up and leaned against the wall. I felt myself clenching my ass a bit, and realized I was thinking about when he said to keep the load in as long as I could. Something about that made me feel horny, and it was almost as if I could feel the cum soaking into the lining of my ass. After about two minutes I heard some low voices outside the door to my booth. The there was a gentle tap on the door. I opened it up a crack, and it was my friend back. He whispered "I found someone else who would love to fuck a well lubed hole, you interested?" "Sure, okay," I replied as a tingle went up my spine. I had never before been such an utter slut at a book store, as in the past while I had exchanged blow jobs, if I went further I had met-up somewhere else. So this was deliciously exciting. My friend said, "Well, he's right here- he hates fucking through a wall." I looked past him and saw a middle aged black guy wearing sunglasses and a tank top that showed powerful shoulders and arms. I opened the door wide and the black guy entered. My friend stepped away and winked at me. I closed the door. The black guy looked me in the eye and said "I want some of that cummy white ass." My mind was spinning from this kind of talk and action. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I reached for the fly of his jeans and pressed my palm against his big bulge. "Let me see it" I said. He smiled and took out a nine inch uncut cock. It was beautiful. I bent down and took it into my mouth. As I did so, I heard the door of the next booth open and close, and then I heard my helpful friend's voice through the glory hole. "Suck that big black dick, sweetie." I had an audience. After a short while sucking, the black guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me he wanted to see my ass. He moved me around so my face was pointed at the glory hole. He pulled my pants down and examined my ass. "Does it looked well fucked?" The guy looking through the hole asked him. "Oh yeah," he answered. "You see any cum?" "Just a drop starting to escape." "Push it back in with your cock," my first friend suggested. I felt the guy's cock pushing at my hole. He pushed in just a bit, then pulled out and swirled it around my hole, then pushed in again. "Got that all cleaned up," he said and then he just pushed in slowly all the way. I heard my friend chuckle. That thick cock entered my ass slowly. All the lube and cum from that first fuck helped it slide in easily. But it was a bit bigger around, so I di feel a bit of stretch. I let out a satisfied sigh, and he started to gradually fuck in and out. I knew the other guy was still watching, although he could really only see my face near the glory hole. Then I saw his nice cock come through. I needed no encouragement to start sucking on it. He was stroking his own cock and letting me suck on the head of it. Meanwhile, the black guy grabbed me firmly by the hips He started fucking my ass like he meant business. My friend would pull his cock out of my mouth and jerk himself off, then let me suck on it for a while. This big cock in my ass was plowing me harder and harder. I could hear sloppy sounds from him fucking the first guy's load into me. My first friend, who had been so helpful talking me into taking that first cock and finding this second guy to fuck me, he was jerking himself off furiously. He then said "Swallow my load, sweetie." The guy behind me said "Are you feeding him your cum?" He was. It was a hot tasty load, even though his cock never got fully hard in my mouth. He replied "Fuck yes, swallow it!" The black guy fucked me harder than ever and groaned loudly. "Take my jizz, bitch!" he hissed out as he kept slamming into me. I swallowed the whole load of my friend, and the guy fucking me left his cock buried deep. He stood there and let out a low laugh. He pulled me upright against his chest, cock still inside my ass. He wrapped his arms around my chest and whispered in my ear, "I hope you like it, slut." He zipped up and left the booth. I sat down on the seat and noticed my friend had left his booth, too. More to cum...

Part 2 About two weeks later, I couldn't get that silver daddy, Phil, out of my mind. His cock was perfect, and his words made me feel like he was in control. So I texted him: Me: "Hey, sir. This is Adam. My hole is feeling pretty empty today. Think you could fill it up?" Phil: "You bet, boy. Get your butt over here around 4. I'm going to invite Hank over, too. I promised him. When I told him you had never barebacked before that night, his one-word response was: 'Jackpot!'" Me: Sounds cool. See you at 4. As I took the bus over to Phil’s place, the idea that I had given my hole up to these older men had my head a in spin. My dick got hard as I was distracted in my thoughts. Today was a warm day, so I wore a tank top and my shiny blue work out shorts, material so thin that a hard on cannot hide. When I came out of trance, a younger gay kid across the aisle had a big grin on his face. He nodded a hello, and I turned red and half smiled back. Underneath, I wore a clean white jock. I was hoping that I'd spend the night with Phil, and get more of his cock and sperm up my ass. As I stood in the apartment building hall, Phil answered the door in a robe. "Get that ass in here, boy." I walked in and he closed the door behind us. He then pulled me against his body from behind and I felt his hard cock push against the crack of my ass. His hands groped my crotch and dick through the thin satiny fabric of my shorts. "Strip down to your jock and get on all fours on my bed." I did as Phil demanded and felt a bit cold and exposed this way on Phil's bed. Phil soon entered the room with a jar of Vaseline and a lube shooter that I guessed was full of his sperm again. Phil told me to spread my legs more, and then proceeded to finger my hole with the petroleum jelly. "I can't believe you let us just bareback you like that last time. Were you sore?" "Just for a few days," I answered. "I am not using my sperm to lube you up just yet. It needs to thaw for a bit, and Hank wants to try fucking without all the cum this time. He's on his way over now, and I promised him your hole this afternoon. I'll just be out doing some errands while he's using you." "Yes, sir," I complied as Phil's finger finished lubing my hole. "He's completely turned on by your lack of experience being barebacked, and wants his load in your tight hole as often as possible. Oh, he wants you blindfolded, too." Phil then covered my eyes with a dark cloth and tied a knot at the back of my head. "I'll be taking that asshole of yours all night, don't worry." I heard the door to the apartment open. "He's here. Do what he wants, okay, boy?" "Yes, sir." I heard Phil leave the room and tell Hank to have a good time. The bedroom door opened and I heard Hank close it and lock it. "Hey, boy. Am I glad to see you again!" As he moved to the bed, I could hear the unmistakable swoosh and squeak sound of leather. And I could smell the smoky musk of it, too. Hank got on the bed and mounted himself over me. He bit my ear as a soft leather mound brushed against my jock-strapped ass. "Have Charlie and I got a surprise for you!" I closed my eyes under the blindfold as Hank, whose face is still a mystery to me, taunted me with a new proposition. "When Phil texted me that you were coming over, I sent Charlie to the bathhouse to collect some random loads this afternoon. Charlie scored six used condoms, tied them off, and gave them to me. Those six condoms are right here in my pocket, boy!" Hank roughly bucked his leather covered mound against my hole. "And I've got a pair of scissors in my other pocket, boy. Let's get started." Hank then put some sort of leather gag on my mouth and whispered, "By the way, Phil claims you as his, but he doesn't need to know about these random loads. Now put that big chest of yours down against the bed; but keep that newbie cum hole up in the air." I did, my hole completely vulnerable to Hank. I heard more leather rustling and then a metallic snip of the scissors. I then felt the anonymous sperm of someone's bathhouse condom pour onto my hole. "So fucking hot, boy. Phil told me you're new to barebacking?" I nodded. "Good answer. I love nothing more than loading up a new young hole." Oh, god! I thought to myself: I'm gonna get some anonymous guys' cum loads pushed into my hole! A second snip of the scissors, and I felt a second load as it coated my hole. These would be the fifth and sixth men, total strangers from a bathhouse, breeding my hole. "Okay, let's start with these." Hank then unsnapped what I think was his soft leather cod piece, because the next thing I felt was his P.A. teasing my hole. "Did you bring any condoms this time, boy?" I swallowed hard and shook my head. "Well, lucky me. I brought my own." He laughed, "Always wear protection, boy," he mocked. I then heard him open a wrapper. A condom—now?, I thought to myself. "You never know about these random loads.” He is teasing me. "A rough top like me can't risk catching something." I then heard him roll on the condom over his hard cock and the P.A. that so expertly worked my prostate last time. He teased my hole with the latex-covered metal and then pushed in. "Here goes, boy." The two bathhouse loads and the petroleum jelly lube made entry easy for Hank's condom-sheathed cock. "Fuck, fuck!" he kept exclaiming, as he pushed deeper into my hole. "Your hole is absolute perfection, boy. I can't believe I get to violate you like this. Just take it, boy. Take these anonymous loads for me up that nice bubble butt of yours." Hank got balls deep in my hole and began a hard bucking just short in-and-out fucks. "Damn! Take it, boy. Take these loads Daddy Hank is giving you." I felt Hank pull out just enough to leave his cock head inside me, and I heard more snipping of the scissors, and felt warm sperm dripping onto my penetrated hole. "Fresh anonymous load number three, boy." Hank then put a bottle of poppers under my nose, and holding one of my nostrils closed. "Take a hit!" I did. "Now the other side." On the second intake of poppers, I was fully up. And Hank knew he could begin longdicking me in earnest, making sure all three loads got fucked in good. As Hank fucked me, I savored the sensation of being poppered up and surrendering to whatever Hank wanted. I was here to be used by Phil, but it seems like he wants to share me, too. I wondered if he was pimping me out to Hank for money. I didn't care. All I wanted in that moment was Hank's cock and the all the sperm surrounding it. I thought about Coach Pfeiffer again, too: How he should have been the first man to load me up; How he probably wanted to fuck me every time he spoke to me; How naïve I was; How I would have fallen for him fully and how that would have ruined his life when someone found out about us; how things were different then; how things are different now. Hank rode my hole for a good half hour before I heard him say that the condom broke. “Ha! Phil must have lubed you with Vaseline before I got here. Shit! The rubber's already halfway down my cock! Well, the damage is done. Let’s get you knock you up, boy. You want my load don't you?" I nodded and yelled yes as best I could through the gag. "Yeah, boy, you want ol' Hank’s load." He continued fucking me. With the condom broken, the metal of Hank's P.A. was now free to knock on my prostate like it did two weeks ago. It was like scratching an itch, and I relished it. As the P.A. and Hank's cock head hit my spot, I writhed in ecstatic submission to it. Hank got me in a bear hug and whispered, "Fuck Phil! I want this hole for myself, boy. Let me have your hole, boy. Nod if you understand that I'm stealing your hole away from Phil." I nodded furiously, just wanting Hank to keep slamming against my prostate and for him to shoot his soothing seed all over it. Hank, a man whose face I've never seen is now staking a claim on my hole for himself. "Phil just wants a young boyfriend he can bareback and breed whenever he wants." Hank taunted me in a hushed tone at my ear. "I just want to violate and use your beautiful solid young body and nice tight hole—fuckin’ turn you into my personal slut boy." I gave my ass fully to Hank. In my head I was begging to feel his hot load shoot off inside me, taking me. "I'm close, boy." He was pounding my ass, still locking me in a tight bear hug as I squirmed. Anonymous cum was leaking down the inside of leg. "Uh, uh, uhhhhhnnn… fuck yeah… loading up my boy's hole for good. Damn, feel that load, boy? This load is making you mine." I felt about four shots of warmth enter deep in my gut. I was euphoric. I was Hank's. Hank continued to fuck in and out slowly and reached down to feel my hard cock head loading precum into my white jock strap pouch. He used his thumb to tease my cock head through the material, and I pumped out a good amount of precum. "I like how my boy leaks." Hank pulled out of my ass and I felt him put his head between my legs. I soon felt the wet warmth of his mouth as he put my dick and balls-packed jock pouch into his mouth and try to suck on it. As he did this, I felt two of his fingers enter my hole. "Sweet pre-jizz, boy. I wanna taste all that you gave Charlie." With that he used the scissors to cut open my jock pouch, right under the waist band until the pouch material fell between my legs. Hank used his hand and mouth then to milk my hard young cock. Over the next five minutes, I let go of a lot of precum into Hank's mouth. He started jacking my cock vigorously with my cock head against his lips and his tongue tip. And that set me off. I yelled behind the gag as I unloaded into Hank's mouth. Hank sucked me dry and then pushed me over onto my back on the bed. "That was a sweet load, boy. How young are you?" He took the gag out and I cleared my throat before answering, "25, sir." “Mm.” Still blindfolded, I listened as Hank walked across the room and snapped up his leather cod piece. Then he laid back on the bed and bear hugged me from behind. In a hushed voice, he said "Tell me your number, boy." I recited it. "And your name is Adam?" I nodded. "Good. When I text you, you answer me. Okay?" I nodded again. "Phil intends to have you spend the night here with him, and I know he'll be fucking you off and on all night. I'm okay with that. Let him think he owns you; that you are his—I don't care. You know that you belong to me now, right boy?" I nodded and said, "Yes, sir." "Good boy." Hank tussled my hair and let go of me. I heard him cross the room and pick up something from a table or dresser. "I'm going to spike Phil's lube shooter here with these here other three bathhouse loads," he said. I listened as the scissors went to work on the three remaining condoms. "You cannot tell him, boy. He'll fuck you thinking only my load and his will be lining your hole. Not these six anonymous ones from the bathhouse. He's got a huge cock. Let him pound all those loads in good for me." My eyes closed in the powerful realization that Phil's gigantic cock will be aiding in Hank's violation of my hole using the loads of six unknown men. "I'll be in touch sometime this week. Good night, boy." "Good night, sir." Hank left the bedroom and shut the door. Exhausted, I stripped out of the blindfold and my broken jock strap (I'll have to wear my old jock for next Saturday's game). I got under the bed covers and fell fast asleep with a small ache deep in my ass. -- Phil woke me by telling me to roll over and spread my legs. He put the lube shooter on my hole and pushed the nub just inside. I felt the liquid sperm enter me and my eyes closed as I thought about the three new anonymous loads adding to Hank's violation of my newly bred hole. These are the sperm loads of man #8, #9 and #10—and all of these men unknown to me. When I think about how hard my second boyfriend tried to convince me to let him bareback me, and how I refused to allow it, I smiled at the thought that I was saving myself for this moment. These men are getting off on my inexperience—the taking of a hole that, until a few weeks ago, had never had a raw dick or even single live sperm inside it. "Okay, boy. You're fully loaded now with my stash load. I made that batch while thinking of how I took your bareback cherry two weeks ago. I'm going to be nailing that and Hank's load in all night. You ready?" "Yes, sir." "Turn over, on your back." I flipped over. I tried to keep the loads inside as best I could. Phil climbed up on my chest. He was wearing black silk boxers. I could see the mushroom head of his cock as it strained against the thin material. He grabbed his dick through the boxers and rubbed it across my lips. "Let's get this in your throat first." Phil unbuttoned the fly on the boxers and pulled out his very large cock. His aimed his cock at my mouth and I opened up. He went directly to the back of my throat and I gagged. "It's alright, boy, breathe through your nose. It's okay to choke on it a little, too. I like that." I looked at the brown bottle Phil had placed on the night stand as I choked and gagged on the invading old man's cock head. "No, not right now. I'll get you poppered up good just before I go to town on that tight young hole of yours." Phil grabbed my hair and fucked my throat in earnest. "Yeah! Let me have that throat, boy!" I opened up my throat and let Phil abuse it. He went for ten minutes and had to pull out to keep from coming. "Almost loaded up your throat, boy. One day I'll give you a load there, but right now I want that great hole of yours wrapped around my dick when I cum." Phil moved back and pushed my muscular thighs up and grabbed hold of my ankles to position his dick at my hole. He grabbed the poppers and told me to open them and take about four good hits, two up each nostril. On the third hit I was already feeling the buzz, but I followed Phil's orders and even took an extra long drag on the fourth hit. I wanted Phil's massive cock inside me fast. My body tingled with warmth as I watched Phil's face, his mouth open as his big cock filled up my chute. I watched his white-bearded face and blue eyes as he told me that he needed to fuck in all that seed into my boy hole. "Fucking prime cherry jock ass, just letting us old men nail our loads in. Jesus Christ, boy!" He pumped harder and harder for about five minutes. The whole time I was thinking about the six anonymous loads that Hank had made sure got inside me. And I thought about how Phil did not know about these anonymous bathhouse loads that he was now pounding into me. "I got a nice fuckin' hole right here, huh boy. So fucking hot! Only condom fucking until you met us. I've got a big load brewing up for you, boy. No more condoms for this hole.” It seems Phil liked to talk during sex. "I'm gonna fill this hole up whenever you need my cock, Adam. You just let me know. I'll keep that hole of yours loaded up. Damn, I'm close!" Phil fucked me harder with the full girth of his massive cock. I wanted it. I started grunting with every thrust he made up my ass. "Do it, Phil, sir. Fucking give me your fresh swimmer load!" I urged him on. "I need it inside me, sir. Breed that newbie hole, Phil." "Fuck, here it is… take it up the ass, Adam!" He came loudly and I felt the flood of warm sperm rushing in. I watched his face contort as he came inside me. "Yes, sir, I feel your load. I feel it. Fuck!" He opened his eyes and looked into mine. "I'm gonna work that in for a few minutes. Make sure you get every drop." Phil continued fucking me with short rough bucks. "Damn that's a nice hole." I fell back to sleep after Phil pulled out. It was nighttime when he mounted my ass again—from behind this time, as I slept on my stomach. He didn't say anything. I think he wanted me to stay asleep. He just used his legs to kick mine apart, then he easily speared my open hole with his massive raw cock. For the rest of the night, we remained connected like that: Phil slowly pumping his cock in and out of me while we drifted in and out of sleep.

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

This is erotic fiction written by me. I have more chapters to come. ________________________________________________________________________________ The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo Part 1 As a horny young man in his mid-20s, I had been raging for sex. But I was a good young gay and had mostly just adhered to the idea that "safer sex" with condoms with a few top men I knew and liked, was the only kind of sex a 21st century submissive boy could ever hope to experience. That all changed for me about four weeks ago. My name is Adam and I play shortstop for a gay softball team in San Francisco. While I'm a stocky kind of guy, I actually preferred sports that didn't utilize large builds as much. I mainly played baseball in high school and water polo in the fall instead of football, even though every year, the football coach would try to recruit me for my blocking potential. My senior year, my water polo coach yelled at him for that. Coach Pfeiffer needed my arm in the pool to make goals. Coach had a crush on me, too. I could tell. We never did anything—we couldn't—but he enjoyed being around me. He was good looking, gruff and sweet; he had a wife and family, too. But he lingered when looking at me. Once in the locker room, he stretched out a five-minute conversation with me to 15 just so that he could spend some time with me in my drying Speedos. And, while I was a virgin just trying to figure out how to exist in the closet, I loved having his advice, his attention, his adoration. While stocky, I have a naturally fit body. I am young, and have a good Germanic face with brown eyes and blonde hair. At 25, I have been feeling like I was at my prime and needed to start using my looks and my good body to get laid a lot more than I was. And, being a submissive bottom, I was yearning to take a few more risks than I have allowed for before. So, one Saturday evening, after a softball tournament, instead of going out to the Castro to celebrate with the team, I went directly to the darkest leather bar I knew of without changing out of my uniform. I hung out by the pinball machine with an ice cold beer. I played a couple games of pinball as men began crowding the bar for the evening. As I played, I occasionally felt hands on my ass, which got me hard immediately. I decided earlier that day to let assertive men take advantage of my submissiveness in the bar. These men seemed to already know that they could take liberties with me as a couple of them put a hand down the back of my uniform pants to give my hole a good goose, something my jock strap provided easy access for. After an anonymous man thrust his groin against my butt causing the pinball machine to tilt, I wasn't mad. I turned around to find a couple of grinning, cigar smoking older men in their 60s standing right behind me. Each had bulging erections in their jeans. The older one, Phil, bought me beer. For a couple hours, they both chatted me up and groped me through my softball uniform to see how I'd react. I just answered their questions, like how our team did in the tournament, as they took turns feeling me up. I loved the attention these much older me were showering on me. It reminded me of Coach Pfeiffer. How Coach probably wanted to interact with me in this way while talking to me and asking me questions while my ass and junk filled out those McKinley High red Speedos. After about thirty minutes of playing with me, the two men simultaneously put my hands over their crotches so that I could feel their hard cocks through the soft denim of their pants. The silver-haired daddy, Phil, who I learned was 72, then said something to his friend, Ron, that I couldn't hear. Ron smiled under his dark mustache, nodded and turned to invite me to Phil's apartment for drinks. I nodded and gulped down the rest of my beer. In the taxi, I sat between the two men in the back seat. Both had their hands on my thighs. The silver daddy leaned over to my ear and asked me if I liked getting fucked. Thinking of the condom-sheathed fuck I last had with a 30-year-old fuck buddy about three months ago, I told him yes. Then he told me that he was going to call his friend Hank to come over, too. I made no remark to that, and prepared myself to let go; submit myself to these men over twice my age, and whatever they had in mind. So far, I've only had two boyfriends and about five fuck buddies with the oldest being 32. It was an intense feeling, letting go—an electric energy that urged for more. The men worked fast. When we got to Phil's apartment and stepped just inside the door from the outer hallway, the two men grabbed me and pulled down my softball uniform pants and told me to bend over the railing just inside the entry way. I bent over and saw that the four condoms that I had put in my back pocket had fallen out and onto the floor when the men yanked my pants down. Without warning, Ron pushed his raw cock up my asshole while the older man, Phil, stepped around to my head and pushed his giant cock into my mouth as I struggled to keep my balance. He told me to breathe through my nose, and then pushed farther in, his large mushroom-shaped cock head knocking against the entrance to my throat. Both were loudly saying "Fuck yeah!" "Take it, boy!" and "Damn!" as they spit-roasted me, not even knowing that I have never before been fucked this way, and by strangers, and without using condoms. Previously, I had even made my two former boyfriends wear condoms when they fucked me. Neither mentioned the condoms on the floor, even though they saw them spill out from my pocket. Instead they began their bareback assault on me. After all the groping and prodding, the men just assumed they could take that liberty, too. Best as I could, I accommodated the two raw cocks that were now invading my body, submitting to unprotected sex for the first time. I heard moans and grunts coming from the two men. Ron kept pushing his cock into my tight hole and was roughly trying to fuck my ass as much as he could without lube. "You like raw cock, boy?" he grunted. I gagged on Phil's cock in my feeble attempt to answer, but I instinctively opened up my throat enough to take the large head into my throat. Phil moaned, "Ah, I just entered his throat, Ron." "It sure didn't take long for you to get in balls deep. I'm not having the same success on this end. This boy is super tight!" Frustrated that the dry fuck wasn't happening as easily as he had hoped, Ron pulled out and went to the kitchen for something. My hole was a little soar from Ron's dry assault, but Phil grabbed my hair and began deep fucking my throat. "Choke on it, boy. Come on. Breathe through your nose!" Ron came back a few minutes later and used his finger to lube my hole up better with Vaseline. "We're only using the best vintage lube on this boy hole." "Are you using my stuff, too?" Phil asked him as he bucked into my throat repeatedly. His cock got very rigid after asking that question, and I could feel the pulsing in my mouth that was making his dick bigger. "Yep," said Ron. "I just had a feeling this big jock boy was going to let one of us bareback him at some point tonight. I'm going to put it in now. Spread your legs boy! More!! Good thing we left it out to thaw." Soon I felt a small hard nub enter my sphincter, and then cool liquid being shot inside my hole, and I heard Phil say, "Is it all in?" "Almost..." said Ron. "Fuck yeah, boy!" Phil growled as Ron finished loading my hole with the fluid and then spanked me hard. I flinched and almost fell over. Phil went on to say, "That's a collection of three weeks of my sperm lining your hole right now. I keep my very own sperm bank just to lube up tight boy holes like yours. Damn, Ron! Hold him down. I need to be the one to fuck that shit in good." With Phil's collected loads now inside me, I was delirious with the thought of having my first breeding, and from an older man I just met at a bar. He's not even a boyfriend! I wasn't the "good gay boy" anymore. I was being irresponsible with my body, dangerous. But the feeling of having sperm in my ass for the first time made me feel owned… and free, and I surrendered fully. Phil, even without knowing that he was initiating me into whoredom, was doing everything he could to intensify this new experience for me. He pulled his cock out of my throat and got behind me. I was looking at the spilled unopened condoms on the floor when I felt his large cock head pop into my hole, and Phil pushed. With my hole lubed up with his thawed cum and the oil-based lube, it slid slowly in to my still tight hole, and he went all the way, balls deep. I was trying to take it all but it was a lot of dick. I flinched again and Ron got in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders to keep me in place. "Damn! You're all in! Fuckin' hot!" said Ron, who then grabbed a brown bottle and a rag from somewhere and told me to suck his dick. He pushed his cock into my mouth. Being the submissive boy, I sucked Ron's dick like a real cocksucker. The intensity of this sexual experience required my full submission: I needed to do whatever I could to please these men! Phil was still balls deep and coaching me to relax, "You've got a vice grip on my cock, boy! But I gotta to fuck my seed in." "This'll help." Ron all of a sudden pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed my head down into a handkerchief doused with a strong scented fume. "Breathe this in, you'll be alright," he coached. "Start fuckin' that boy hole, Phil. Open it up" Phil started fucking me hard as I inhaled my first ever hit of poppers. As the buzz of sex got stronger, I was able to allow my hole to be invaded more fully by Phil's cock. It hurt at first, but the buzz and Ron's coaching helped me relax my hole for Phil to take his boy's ass for good. "Take another, boy. We need that hole open," Ron urged. After my second hit, I was lit, and Ron shoved his cock back into my mouth. While Ron fucked my throat and made me suck his cock head off and on, Phil kept long dicking me for about 20 minutes, repeatedly telling me how he was nailing his seed into me, and how I needed his hot live load up in there, too. "Gonna fucking breed you full of swimmers, boy," I heard him grunt with each thrust as he worked to unload in me. "Here it is, boy. Fuuuuuuuck!" In the cold cum, I easily felt new warmth inside my once sperm-virgin hole as I took my first live cum load. After he finished breeding me, Phil tried fucking his load in more, but his cock was too sensitive after cumming. That's when I heard a voice behind us say, "Let me drill that hole for awhile." That must be Hank. "Do it, man," said Ron with his cock still lodged in my throat. "No condoms tonight. We somehow found this hot jock boy at the club, got our raw dicks inside him, poppered him up, and now he's taking multiple loads up his ass." Hank gave a hearty chuckle and reached between my open legs and put his hand inside the crotch of my jock strap and felt my hard dick and all the precum I had leaked in there. I heard Hank say, "I brought my old pal Charlie with me. He's into milking cum outta the boys I fuck. Come on over here, Charlie, and have seat under the boy. He's already got a jock full of precum for you." Charlie got under my legs. He was bald, and looked to be about 90, but he moved my jock pouch over and started sucking my cockhead, and milking my shaft with his hand. My precum pumped out onto his lapping tongue. And Charlie exclaimed, "Ah, boy, you've got a sweet tap on you! Give Ol' Chuck all that you've got." Charlie began to suck my dick in ways that encouraged my precum to ooze out for him. I was getting used fully by these old men. Fuck yes! As Hank teased my now open wet hole with what felt like a small hard metal object, Ron pushed the poppers under my nose again. "I'm gonna take this hole, boy," Hank taunted. Again, I inhaled Ron's poppers and my head spun as Hank pushed against my wet hole. "That's it, open up for my raw dick." I felt the hard thing enter my hole and then Hank's hard cock followed. "That's a big P.A. you got on you, Hank. Damn hot!" Ron's cock was in my throat again and he put down the poppers. Hank fucked slow at first. "Damn that's a good hole! How many loads are in 'em?" I felt Phil's cool cum running down my left leg as Hank pumped more cock inside. "Twelve. All mine!" Phil chuckled. "You used your stash. Damn, that's hot! So my load is going to make this an official gangbang breeding of a this hot jock cum whore by us granddads." Little do they know that Hank will only be the second man to ever shoot his sperm load into my hole at all. In my head, I acknowledge that I'm begging for it from a man I haven't even seen before. At that thought, I pumped a good amount of precum into Charlie's mouth and he mmmm'ed. This "faceless" man continued to fuck my hole with the encouragement of Phil and Ron for about 15 minutes. His P.A. was hitting my prostate perfectly and it made me moan and squirm. "I'm close," said Hank. "I'm glad this one's taking loads because there's no way I'm pulling out of this tight hole." Hank came with a yell and I felt the blast hit my gut and warm it. That's when Ron pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Ahhh, I'm going to come soon, but I want that hole." Hank finished unloading in my hole as Ron came around to my ass. Hank pulled his hard cock and P.A. out of my hole and Ron immediately replaced it with his. "Damn, I almost came in his mouth!" Ron lamented. "I need to breed willing young jock ass when I can get it." Ron fucked in and out hard, but then he slowed and I soon felt his cock throb and felt the warmth again. He didn't make any vocal noises. He's a stealther, I've heard. A younger guy pulled me aside at the bar warned me that he got stealthed by the man I was hanging with. He told me that a week prior, Ron had fucked him using one of the five condoms the guy had brought over to Ron’s place. But then Ron asked the guy to stay the night. Early in the morning while the guy was sleeping, Ron had rolled him over and entered him again. The young guy said that he knew that they had talked about using condoms and had done so earlier, so he just assumed Ron would have been a gentleman and put one on before waking him with a cock pushing into his gut. But, Ron had not put on a rubber before the early morning fuck. He just barebacked the guy without telling him and quietly unloaded inside him. I thanked the guy for warning me. But that story had me rock hard. And that is just like how Ron, the third man to ever bareback and breed me, came inside of me… stealthily without a sound. When Ron pulled out of me, Phil pushed his re-erected cock back inside me and asked Charlie if he was getting any cum out of me. He mumbled yes as he sucked and pumped my rock hard dick. As he worked his mouth and tongue on my young, sensitive circumcised cock head, it throbbed and pushed out more precum for him to swallow. While Charlie suckled me, Phil pulled me up to speak in my ear: "Feel my dick and all the sperm inside you, boy? You have four old men using up that sweet jock ass and cock. You like being used, don't you, boy." When he said those words, I felt Charlie suck harder to take more of my precum, I couldn't hold back any longer, I was close. "You let us all take what we want, boy. Let Charlie have your sweet young load." When he said that, I blew my load violently into Charlie's mouth, trembling with my chest once again against railing. My still shoed feet were lifted off the floor as Charlie's upper arms and face pushed my ass up to try get more of my cock in his mouth as he drained me of cum. Charlie kept sucking my sensitive cock head making me squirm while I was bent over, my ass still skewered on Phil's 72-year-old cock. As Charlie saw how I squirmed he only sucked more. As my sensitivity wained, I opened my eyes to see that a hand, probably Hank's, was jacking Charlie off. Phil fucked into my hole and said, "I'm not done with your hole yet, boy, stay put." Phil started to drill my hole again to breed another load into me. But Charlie was cumming now and Hank said, "Shoot your load in my hand, Chuck, and we'll see to it that your load gets inside the boy. That's it, Charlie, give this big beautiful jock boy a big load." Charlie did cum in a huge load that streamed easily into Hank's palm. A minute later, Charlie said he was done cumming and slipped out from under me. Phil pulled his cock out of my ass, and said "Massive load! We gotta get all that inside him." I closed my eyes and felt Charlie's seed being dumped on my hole while some fingers quickly pushed it all just inside my open sphincter. "Fuck yeah! Lube my cock up with it, too. That's it. Here you go, boy." Phil pushed his cock into my hole balls deep and the men cheered. "Fuck yeah! You ever get bred by a 89-year-old cocksucker before, boy? Damn that's good stuff." That made Charlie the fourth man to ever have his sperm up my ass. Phil proceeded to punch fuck my hole with his rigid mushroom-shaped cock head about 100 times and then slammed his full rod all the way into me to unload his second load of his "swimmers" into my hole. The other men left as Phil huffed and puffed over my spent body. After about 15 minutes, he pulled out, and I stood up. "Damn, boy, we fucked you up tonight! Such a sweet hairy, jock ass you're letting us all use here. Here's my number. Text me the next time you want men inside you. I nodded, "Yes, sir," as took the card and pulled up my pants. As I tucked in my jersey, I saw Phil pick up the unopened condoms off the floor. He stuffed them to my back pocket grinning, "Don't forget these, boy," and slapped my ass. My hole felt bruised, wet, and empty in my cab ride back to my place. I got hard thinking about what had just happened to me. Then I immediately got my phone out and texted Phil: Me: "Thanks for the fuck, Daddy. U guys got my bareback cherry back there. Only used condoms before tonight. It was hot! Thx. —Adam" Phil: "Nice! Hank, especially, will like hearing that. Was just on the phone with him. He went on and on about your hole! LOL. Maybe next time, you'll meet him. Anytime, boy. I'm happy to have you …and your bareback cherry."

Matt quickly changed in the locker room having just finished practicing for the day. He had played soccer since before he could remember, and it had made his body into something incredible. He was toned and muscular from spending his mornings lifting at the gym but leaner than most of his buddies who played football due to all the running he did in practice. Matt loved looking at himself in the mirror, taking shirtless pics of himself. He'd due a set of pushups and then some crunches right before to highlight his chest and abs. He loved how he looked in those pictures. He put a bunch of them online, though all with his head cropped out. He'd put his pics on reddit or on an anonymous tumblr page he had made. He loved seeing the responses. Guys begging for more, asking him for nude pics and for him to show his face. He had responded to a couple of request with some headless nude pics, his cock sticking straight up against his abs. He even posted one of himself in his underwear, with his face showing. It didn't take long before he saw his pic on every other twink or jock-themed tumblr page. At first it freaked him out to be exposed like that, but after a few weeks he realized that either no one from his high school was likely to see it. He got in his car and began his drive home. The route was so familiar to him that he barely needed to focus on it. As usual, Matt started fantasizing. He had known he was gay for years, and had come to embrace it. As soon as he turned 18 he had explored grindr and scruff. Luckily for him, Matt lived right outside of Houston, so it was easy for him to drive into the city for a day where plenty of guys were available. This was a nice setup. It allowed Matt to disappear into the city to find guys to mess around with. It would have been more convenient to just search for guys near his hometown, but Matt wanted to remain discreet about being gay, at least until he went to college the next year. He and some of his buddies on the soccer team had, of course, jerked off in the same room together from time to time, but they all identified as straight. They always watched straight porn. Little did the know that Matt was usually getting of to watching them jerk and not whatever was playing on the computer. Matt pulled into his driveway. As usual, the house was empty. Matt was the youngest of four kids and his sisters and brother were all in college or had jobs. This left him and his parents, who were typically gone on work trips or vacation. Matt enter the house and went up to his room. He got undressed and stepped into the shower. It felt so good to get clean after practice. In addition to being done for the day, it was Friday and Monday was a holiday. This meant no school or practice for three whole days. Matt had already decided what he was going to do this weekend. He had blown off plans with a few of his soccer buddies and lied to Megan, who was always trying to flirt with him, about being out of town for the weekend. Instead of hanging out with friends, he was going to hookup at as much as possible this weekend. And, he was even more excited about the new site he was using. Stepping out of the shower, Matt toweled himself off and looked into the mirror. He could see that his dark blond hair was beginning to get lighter in color from spending so much time outside at practice under the summer sun. That, along with his blue eyes and lean, muscular body made him really popular with the girls at school. Matt definitely like all the attention that brought him. He grabbed his phone and took a few pictures of himself. A few with the towel around his waist, then a few more without the towel. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a jockstrap. It was a dark blue and white Addicted brand jockstrap that he had order online with a few others. He told his dad he needed them for working out, and his dad even lent him his card to make the purchase. Matt laughed thinking what if his dad really knew what he was using them for. He took a few more pictures in the mirror and finally thought he had enough for his profile. Matt grabbed his laptop and upload the pics from his phone. He was hands were shaking with excitement as he logged on to his new site, bbrt. He put his new pics on his profile, replacing the stand-in he had placed earlier when making the account. Matt was excited about using bbrt. For the past half year using grindr, he had met a lot of hot guys and had some fun times. Always responsible and always with condoms. But he had started noticing that the porn that turned him on the most was bareback. In fact, Matt had noticed that he couldn't get off to porn with condoms. It just came to seem unnatural, artificial and boring. At first, Matt felt guilty, especially after nutting. He knew that bareback was risky. But he figured that it was only porn, right? So as long as he was safe in real life all was good. But he noticed that the initial thrill of hooking up was wearing off as well. It was still fun, but it didn't compare to the first time he had driven into the city and met a sexy college student to fuck for the first time. It wasn't until two months ago that he realized what was missing. He was fucking a guy in his apartment somewhere near 410 when the condom broke. Matt, realizing this, told his fuckbudd, pulled out, and reached for a new condom. But the guy told him to keep fucking him raw. Hearing that sent Matt into overdrive. Fucking bareback, the feeling of his cock raw in a strangers ass, Matt could barely hold back. He lasted for only a few more minutes before blowing his load. From then on, Matt had been exclusively fantasizing about bareback sex. At first the idea steel made him feel anxious. However, he stumbled upon a few site where guys talked openly about fucking bareback and how it was possible to minimize risk. Only fucking with someone you know and trust, monogamy, get tested, prep, etc. This help Matt get past some of his fear. So, he had signed up on bbrt, looking for guys who were neg and on prep. Matt figured if they were on prep, they were protected, meaning so was he. Once that idea took hold, Matt was ready to fuck bareback. He especially wanted to get fucked bareback. Daily practice with a dildo while watching porn had really turned him onto getting fucked. Matt started scrolling through the site, looking for guys. He noticed a lot of sexy daddy types. Something about them got Matt boned. One, who must have been in his fifties, had pierced nipples and a pierced cock. The image of getting fucked by him in his parents bed flashed through his mind and got Matt really fucking horny. He came across some other guys, with a surprising amount of guys in their twenties. Matt didn't think bb had become so widespread. He sent off a few messages before closing his laptop and going downstairs for something to eat. Matt returned around an hour later to find half a dozen messages in his inbox. One guy, TrenT26raw, looked promising. He looked like he could be 30, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. A very clean cut look, with short hair. Profile stating he was "neg + prep." He had a nice variety of photos, one full nude, some of him shirtless, a few fully clothed ones with him and some friends at a bar. He had a couple of tats, one on his arm and another on his chest. He seemed really easy going and laid back. They exchanged numbers and sent a few more pics. Matt sent him some full body ones of himself, naked and in his jock, face smiling at the camera. He sent Matt a few. They started making plans. He could host and was free tonight, which was perfect. Matt quickly hoped in the shower, getting his hole ready. He was shaking from excitement. He decide to wear just a tank, soccer shorts and my jockstrap. He put on some kicks, and was on the road within 10 minutes. On the way over, Matt stopped by an adult bookstore to buy a bottle of poppers, knowing it would help loosen him up. 30 minutes later Matt was at the door, knocking. The door opened up and Matt walked inside.

This is a story in five parts, the first I've published. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ------------------------------ Red Letter Day, Part 1. As he pressed the buzzer on the innocuous looking door on the side street in Madrid's Chueca district, Dan was shaking. What the hell was he doing here? It was 4:00 AM but the narrow streets were still busy, party-goers enjoying the night air, cooler than the scorching heat of the late Spring day but still without cause for a jacket. He paused again, looking around cautiously, making sure that no one else from his group was around to observe his indiscretion. But they were all back at the apartments that they'd rented for the trip. Ten guys and a token straight girl on a trip to Madrid over the spring weekend. They'd eaten tapas, seen the obligatory tourist sights, drunk copious amount of alcohol, and danced the night away. But whilst everyone else had gone back to the apartments, drunkenly stumbling the three blocks back to their weekend home, Dan had headed just a short walk away to indulge a craving. His boyfriend, Alex had called it an early night, having peaked a little too early and would be blissfully unaware of Dan's late-night diversion. He jumped slightly as a voice spoke at him from the panel. "Third Floor", the North American accent seemed out of place in the hubbub of a Spanish city. But he was reassured, the guy on Grindr who'd invited him to this party, a celebration of sleaziness, was Canadian. The door buzzed, he pushed it open and went inside. The door closed and the dark elegant entrance hall was suddenly quiet, cool, and still. It wasn't too late, he could still turn back, he could go to bed and pretend this hadn't happened, but something drew him on, pulling him by his nether regions up to the third floor. The door was ajar and he could hear music playing, the instructions on his phone had told him just to come in, no one would be greeting, they'd all be too busy. The small room off the hallway to his left contained a myriad of shoes and clothing, some in neat piles, some strewn untidily. He stripped naked, and paused to look in the full length mirror before folding his clothing neatly into a pile on top of his shoes. He was tall, just under six feet with short messy dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Clean shaven, his body was toned, with hints of definition that left him not quite a twink and not quite a jock. He shaved the patchy chest hair that naturally popped up leaving him with a smooth chest that showed his muscles. A tight, groomed treasure trail led down to the asset that left most boys hungry. Eight inches of thick uncut meat, not the largest you'd ever seen, but large and inviting rather than intimidating. It curved slightly when hard and grew particularly thick in the middle; that was the bit that made the boys moan the most. His ass was a muscly bubble butt, shaved smooth with a tight smooth hole that begged for a tongue or a nice dick to enter it. Dan always purported that versatility made life more interesting. He walked down the hallway to the source of the music and voices. Entering the large living room of the duplex apartment, he was greeted by the sight of some fifteen or twenty naked guys, variously drinking, chatting or busily engaging in the favoured activity of the night. He spied the party's host who walked over to greet him. Where Dan's look fell somewhere between twink and jock, Greg was a hundred percent the latter. Tall and muscled with tousled sandy hair and white teeth, Dan's gaze was drawn immediately to the large uncut cock that swung as he walked. Dan guessed it would be longer than his, but not as girthy when hard. He began salivating at the prospect of sucking it, and his dick began to indicate his desire. "You must be Dan? I'm Greg, glad you could make it" he put his hands on Dan's hips and planted a kiss on his lips, as Dan felt their cocks rubbing together, not for the last time that night. "Thanks for the invite" Dan replied, still slightly shakily. "Don't be nervous, you'll have a great time, I promise." said Greg, grinning at him. "So, you don't need any paint yet?" Greg enquired. "Nope" responded Dan, "We'll soon change that" said Greg, laughing slightly. Dan knew exactly what he meant, he'd been told clearly how the party worked in a Grindr conversation that evening that had him terrified and excited in equal measure. He'd been intensely hard the whole time the party was described to him, hence why he was standing there naked now. The invite was exclusive, the host wanted only the hottest guys and as Dan looked around the room he couldn't see any he wouldn't be happy to do at least something with. A little over half the guys in the room, and presumably the guys already roamed into other rooms in the duplex apartment, had writing on their chests in red body paint, one word: POZ. The game was simple, you could do whatever you wanted with whomever you wanted, but the real goal was for those with POZ on their chests to add, one letter at a time, that word to those who'd arrived without. Dan figured that most of those already marked were probably undetectable, like the host, and some were negative guys enjoying the power fantasy. Likewise some of the unmarked guys were indulging in fantasies of their own, but his host assured him that he should only attend if he was ready for the consequences of tonight to be more permanent than the paint it was written in. Greg has warned him that several loads in the room were unmedicated, filled with virus that would leave his negative status a thing of the past. "Where do I start?" asked Dan. A drink had appeared in his hand and the fresh surge of vodka buoyed his confidence. "Wherever you want" came the reply. With barely a moment's hesitation, Dan placed his drink on the table and dropped to his knees, pulling Greg's already semi-hard cock into his mouth. It tasted of cum and ass, and Dan was immediately intoxicated by the flavours that revealed his host's previous endeavours. It quickly grew hard and Dan struggled to contain it all in his mouth, but he was an expert sucker, he'd been doing it since he was 13 and knew exactly how to tease a large man cock with his tongue. Cut dicks were a rarity for him but he'd spent enough time abroad to know how best to work them. Greg moaned and began pumping Dan's face with his dick. Greg drew back and pulled Dan onto a nearby sofa, Dan felt the cool black leather on his knees as Greg reclined and Dan went onto all fours, consciously exposing his ass to the few guys now watching the action unfold. As he worked Greg's long dick, he felt a warm tongue around his hole. Glancing behind himself, Dan saw a tall, preppy, geeky blonde with a skinny, pale body and glasses who grinned as he worked Dan's ass. Dan returned the smile and went back to his sucking duties whilst the pretty, preppy blond went to work on his ass with vigour. Greg leaned down and whispered to him "Jamie there won't just mark your body tonight." With a dirty smile he leaned back, enjoying the feel of Dan's tongue working the thick head and shaft. Dan's cock jumped at the thought of Jamie's load and he pushed back, enjoying the expert tongue work. Suddenly a warmth surrounded his dick and he saw a Spanish guy with just the perfect amount of hair on his chest working his hardened dick. His enjoyment of the sensations in his mouth, ass, and dick were interrupted by Greg who pulled him up with his muscular arms and flipped him round so he was facing blond Jamie, his ass exposed to Greg's cock, wet with his spit and copious precum. Greg pulled on his shoulders and Dan felt the familiar pressure of a dick forcing its way into his hole. Dan's mind burned with the three letters written in red on Greg's chest as he heard the slight pop and felt the filling sensation of raw cock entering him. Raw poz cock. Dan's mind blurred from the vodka, the poppers presented under his nose and the sensation of the cock sliding into him in one go. He let out a moan and found his mouth filled by Jamie's dick. Massively thick, Jamie's cut dick left him barely able to breathe as Jamie thrust into his mouth and battered his throat. Behind him, Greg was working up his pace, his long dick spearing Dan's hole rhythmically and Dan once again felt the Spanish guy Antonio, sucking him. He could feel Greg's dick swelling as he urged "Get ready for this huge poz load you little neg slut!" Greg moaned loudly "Fuck yeah", Dan felt his cock spasm and the familiar warmth of cum filling him. "Take my poz babies" moaned Greg as he thrust the last of his orgasm inside Dan's hole. Jamie withdrew his dick from Dan's mouth and he suddenly felt empty at both ends. He collapsed onto his front and Greg rolled him over, "Jamie's saving his load for somewhere other than your mouth, but right now it's time to mark you up." He took a pen from the table and wrote a large P over Dan's right pec in red body paint. It should have terrified him, but he felt nothing except excitement at the idea of collecting all three letters that would mark him as poz.

This is my write up for the men's club at Berghain , called Lab.oratory. This club Berghain is a very popular dance/Rave club in the Friedrichshain area of Berlin- its at the end of the UBahn Train #1 and a 15 min from station which is pretty safe I found but any cab driver will know Berghain dance club so just ask them to take you to there to Berghain. Its about 20 Euro from center of Berlin, Schoneburg. And, the cab leaves you at the Cab line up entrance. When you get out-- just walk through the muddy path directly to the huge warehouse building. you will see some metal barriers for lining up - just go through and then cut directly to the LEFT and you'll a short bit another short right -walk through the enclosed pathway and at the end on the right at end is the entrance. A big burly German will be at door to let you in. Check the local listings or Disco Damage for the theme night. Its only open Thurs, Friday, Sat and Sun. Usually Thurs is Naked night, and Friday is just open - but my advice just check your clothes (more on that later). Sat/ Sunday is usually some Fetish night - some more popular than others... the place is a huge warehouse- pictures don't do it justice- its out of a dystopian novel -scary but its just all lends to the mystique of the place.... I went on Thurs- Naked Night and Friday- Night -2 4 1 special drinks and Sunday afternoon- which was Masked night. Thursday Naked Night- FIRST and MOST -do not show up late!!!! There was a line up at 9pm opening and you will regret every sec if you show up at 10 - the door is only open for 2hours - after that 2hours it closes door- and I mean show up at 8:30 and line up it was 8:45 with 5 guys lined up and I turned around and 15 guys were behind me in just a matter of seconds. The door opens - the doorman are pretty gruffy but nice so just don't be an ahole. You pay your 6 euro and they give you a bag- Naked means naked- no jock etc- keep you your shoes , knee pads whatever- and you place your valuables in the bag and they give you a number on a plastic card-(DO NOT LOSE) the card is how they track your drinks that you buy at the bar and its all very high tech -(god NYC could learn something from it) so wear socks or some wrist bad or something to hold card. The number is written on your bag and your arm. Important when you leave at night -you have to dress and take that card with your number on it at the bar to check out -even if you didn't have anything to get receipt from bartender -in order to leave and not upset the doorman- you give the number card and receipt back to doorman to leave so they know you settled your tab. I stress again do not lose it !!!! they get very upset so follow protocol. NAked night- OMG- it was about 400 guys - 400 of the most hottest men I've seen ever-all shapes, sizes age groups- just naked - some of the biggest dicks I ve seen and then alot of regular etc. Caligula must have left blueprints for this place-its huge- and why I say get there early on time- not only will you miss the action but you'll want to as a first timer - explore the place-there so many nooks and crannies it feels endless and you definitely want to explore the place - and like me you'll want to clone yourself so you can place your self in every possible area- there was so much fucking, sucking etc once it started and when it starts its flash quick -it goes on on on -it s like wildfire and you move from one stop -another set of bodies are just fucking away. --- When you walk in the little booths on the right are for more privacy but then on the left of that is a leather curtain with a sling in between the rooms- go through that and there is the main darkroom- it has a full size bed platform where the Berlin Bottoms line up and take their positions-its also another small leather platforms and a sling in the dark corner and some various tables, fuck horses- but let me tell you -once the first bttm is getting plowed- its like a zombie apocalypse - I wish those tops would come to NYC - there is nothing as wildly fun as I ever I have seen in all my years- the closest was the old El Mirage Black party nights.. I'm truly dating myself. The other areas is the bar- with the nicest bar staff ever! and then begins the Yellow brick road- a hall way with slings on both sides and then a back hallway with crannies and leads to anther small bar and then to the right is a crackout dark hallway with what I would call -waiting stations- for more intimate action - i'm winking there because the men will just jump on whatever you're doing--- and then it opens to a grand room where there are various platforms and directly on the left in the back is the gloryhole section- i found this on the 3rd go around and boy that was jumping all night long on both ends... -the right is where the bathroom is at and a small tub for piss addicts. The toilets for the piss/shit fetish smells like it and two rooms with hoses for cleaning out- apparently that happens tho I can't imagine doing that there but it must happen- the smell is something I won't forget- it was disgusting and gives you a tremendous hardon at the same -go figure! One mention by the gloryhole area is a booth area with metal floor grating and right below it is a tiled room with stairs leading down to it- I couldn't figure it out but this for piss lovers just to lie on metal grating and let them just piss on you- god I love the Germans! I didn't see it much used on my visit. There is an upstairs area with a sling and some leather fuck beds that was during various times very popular so not to be missed. The main action centered in the main dark room with the platform beds with the bottoms lined up bentover -the tops will go from hole to hole to hole- god it was sensational on the receiving end and to watch it go down as well.... a tops dream and a bottoms final resting place-LOL- i would pay rent to live there! The action was non-stop until about 12midnight and this is where the crowd starts to go - because of work and real life of course so that's why I stress- go early!!!!!! One thing bout the bottoms-they are extremely aggressive -they will knock you out to get that cock and will pull it out your ass and right into their mouth and back to their hole- -this for newcomers was like for me WTF and you have to learn -bitch -that's my cock- pull it out there ass- eat it and put it back in yours. Friday night- was the regular night - I at first went to gay village to check out the CDL bar lounge that was having Berlin Gangbang -15 euro - OMG what a fucking waste of time- it was horrible! all wrapped and quite pathetic - i left ran into two Danes visiting from Copenhagen and i saved them the waste of time and we went to LAB- it was about 11ish close to the doors closing at 12 midnight and OMG it was packed i mean 400 guys - not all naked but trust me when I say - just check your shit and don't bother -if u want to wear a jock -go ahead but don't with the clothes -you came to fuck so come to fuck! It was so crazy - insane- a must visit. Sat -I didnt attend it was gummie night- rubber night Sun -mask night- bring your own or they sell you a hooded mask- bring your own -the one they supply look like terrorist hoods- and so HOT! I mean stifling not the erotic kind- but when in rome--- it wasn't nearly as crowded about 50 if that so wasn't that popular My recommendation is Thus/Frid nights- not to be missed!!!! one other recommendation - the sauna BOILER- is so amazing-it puts any other bathhouse to shame which includes Steamworks in Chicago, Toronto, - it is an achievement that's got to be seen- and Sunday at 5pm is high tide for some of the most beautiful men I've seen gathered - it does skew younger Berliner's - there wasn't a lot of out of shape guys - i did feel like the fattest person there -i did see a few beefy like myself just so you know but fuck it -go just to see the steamroom and the maze of rooms. I didn't care i did feel intimidated but got in one of the rooms with the sling- put on my mask and blinded myself - i took 3 loads - woof! so if you attend church you will get your communion! A must see!!! LAB- out of this world - sorry for the long post but nobody ever shares what its really like and this just gives a beginner a glimpse of what you'll find but the experience is on another level and what you make of it- and its for all ages unlike some places where older guys like myself will feel left out- I didn't see anyone left out. Also, yes, a lot of the fucking is raw but there was condom use more than i would prefer but it is quite mixed but its definitely more raw. I hope this helps any newcomers..... I know I want to go back.

I had just moved and after a long few days of heavy lifting, unpacking, rearranging and organizing I was feeling the need to unwind. I arranged with a couple of friends to go out and let off a bit of steam as it had been ages since we had all been dancing and drinking together. My boyfriend had decided that he just wanted to chill at home and that was fine by me, I could use some independent time. Saturday night finally came and I put on my usual attire, white t-shirt and jeans…I was never one for getting really dressed up especially since I intended on dancing the night away. I’m 5’10 and had honed my body to a lean and muscular swimmers frame. My friends all wanted to go to the city’s only gay club as it had better music. I don’t usually like the gay scene, I find it too fruity and I was much more of a guys guy, but I went along anyway. The night kicked off with dinner and drinks before we descended the stairs to the club and the usual heat and dark lighting invaded my senses immediately. I made my way to the bar and was met with a crowd of very young camp partiers and the older guys who were hanging out watching the scene. I got a few looks, eyes moving up and down my body, sizing me up. I ignored the glances and ordered my drink before heading off to find my group. A couple of straight mates had joined my girlfriends for the evening, undoubtedly trying to hook up with them, and I felt more at ease in their company than the throng gay guys crowding the terrace. The night wore on and we headed to the dance floor, just a big group goofing around, laughing and joking as the beats throbbed through our bodies. A guy I didn’t know had joined the group on an invite from my friend Melissa. He was a muscular, good looking guy and a surprisingly good dancer. He was putting the moves hard on Mel, so we all gave them a bit of space as they ground against one another on the dance floor, not wanting to interrupt the public foreplay in which they were engaged. Time flew past under the strobe lighting and gradually my group whittled down with my mates heading off at different times to go to other clubs and try their luck with the ladies. My girlfriends were all starting to head towards the door at about 3am. I decided to stay on as I had bumped into a few people I knew. Mel and the guy were off in a dark corner as I stayed on the dance floor. A couple of guys moved a bit closer and I ended up dancing with them, they were good guys and I told them I had a boyfriend so we just had fun gyrating to the music. A little while later Mel popped up and said in my ear that she was done. I asked her how it had gone with the guy and she said he had tried to get her to go off with him but she knew from experience that drunk guys are a dud lay so she declined. I kissed her on the cheek and we said our good-byes. At that time, guys around me were getting a bit handsy, moving closer and closer, their hands edging under my sweat drenched t-shirt. Even with a few drinks in me I knew it was time to go and politely extricated myself from the situation. I left the club and thought about grabbing a taxi but as it was only a few kilometres to my new place I decided to walk off the tipsyness I felt. I headed off in the homeward direction and a few hundred metres up the road I found the guy Mel had fobbed off sitting on the curb, he seemed pretty wasted, but he waved at me and I stopped. “Just heading home,” I said, “You ok man, need help getting a taxi?” “Na, was gonna walk home, I’m just across the park,” he pointed across the parklands towards the main road. “Cool man, am headed that way myself, let’s get you up.” I held my hand out to help him up. A firm grip met it and I hauled him to his feet. He was a big guy, mid thirties, 6’2 and had a physical labourer body, masculine and assured. We strolled down the road and, in between swigs of beer, he started talking about my hot girlfriend Mel and how hard he’s been trying to get with her. I laughed and said, “Get in line bud.” I knew I probably shouldn’t have but I wasn’t thinking clearly. “Waddaya mean? She giving it up to other guys?” he slightly slurred, he seems quite peeved at the idea. “No idea bud, but there are plenty of guys after her I would image,” I said trying to diffuse his annoyance. We crossed a main road and headed along the path through the parklands. I quickened my pace as it got a bit chillier in the dense foliage. “Na man, I reckon u know. She sluttin round while prick teasin me?!” it was a question and a statement at the same time. I moved slightly away, “Like I said mate I dunno anything, I haven’t seen her in ages and didn’t talk much to her tonight,” all of which was true. He adjusted himself in his jeans, “I’m so bloody hard for her man, and she was all over me, kept me boned all night and then she split.” He kept kinda rambling to himself about how much of a cock tease she is and how he was gonna give it to her good. I laughed a bit, “Yeh girls can be like that”. He rambled a annoyed agreement, still adjusting himself through his pant leg, “Yer girls are teases,” this comment more audible and coherent. The path had gone from paving to just dirt as we passed through the maze of trees leading to the big oval. Suddenly, in a quick movement knocked me over onto the grass. I fell to the side, narrowly missing hitting my head on the trunk of a tree. Sprawled on the ground I looked up at him. His broad shoulders obscured what little light there was in the thick bunch of trees and he towered menacingly above me, a glower on his face. “Girls are teases, but guys are easy.” My heart raced, and I went to get up, “What the f…” my words cut off as I moved my weight from my side and rolled to my hands and knees to push myself upright again, as a great weight pressed on my back and a hand yanked at the back of my jeans. “Hey, get the fuck off me maannnnn…” my words became muffled as the weight moved from my back to my neck and my face was pressed into the grass. The guy pushed my head hard and I felt the heat of his torso through my sweaty top. “Yeh guys are real easy,” he muttered into my ear, his body pressed over the back of mine. In a swift, rough movement my jeans tore and were yanked down to my bent knees by a very strong grip. I heard the sound of a zipper sliding down. “That lil bitch may not be taking it tonight, but you won’t b so lucky.” I struggled to free myself, pushing up with all my strength, my muscles straining. But he was much stronger with all of his weight bearing down on me. He chuckled a bit, “I like a struggle. Saw you teasing those guys on the dance floor tonight. You’re just like your bitch friend. Fucking tease!! You like a big raw cock? Bet u do! If you don’t, you’re taking mine anyway,” his deep voice was laced with aggression. “Please…” I started. “Begging for it already…knew you were a slut!” Spit hit my crack and slid down to my hole, one, two, three gobs. “That’s all your getting boy!” he stated as his muscular legs pressed against the inside of my thighs and pushed them wider apart, my jeans digging hard into my knees before giving way and sliding a further down my calves, my legs parting wider. I felt a great heat, like a hot iron rest along my crack. It felt like it was branding me. “Don’t…” I muttered into the grass, my head still roughly held there. “Too late bitch,” he sneered before his hips moved slightly backward then shoved brutally forward. My hole clenched, but his big slab pushed harder. I felt his leg muscle contract even more and he rammed hard. My eyes snapped wide as I felt my hole rip open around his giant head. My breathing became ragged and I went to cry out in absolute agony when a big hand snaked around my cheek and clamped firm over my mouth. My cry not heard, the rest of his monster was forced up my tearing chute, fast and hard. I couldn’t relax, every muscle in me tensed and my hole was spasmed firmly shut, as he drove the entire shaft into me to the hilt, burying himself pubes deep with sheer brute strength. I felt the cold scratch of the zipper being forced close to my hole as he laughed at my struggles and pain. “Urggh, fuck yeh, tight lil fucker aren’t ya! Bet ur boyfriend doesn’t fuck ya like this.” His hips retreated, removing the solid mass from deep in my gut, until I was almost empty, then firing back into my torn hole. “Yeh, ya need a real man fucking ya…come on” hand still clamp over my mouth he moved his other hand to grip my shoulder and pulled. My hole tore even more as his rod pushed deeper into my gut. I cried out into his palm as the veins in my neck strained. “Look at ya, bent over with a man’s cock up shoved up your ass, and you love it, don’t ya? Pretending to be a man, but I’m the man!” he shoved again for emphasis. “Can’t fuck a girl rough like this, but guys love it. They take it anyway I like! You sick bitch!” My ripped hole spasmed involuntarily,“Oh FUCK!” he yelled, obviously liking the feeling. He released my mouth and grabbed a fistful of hair as he started laying into my hole, pulling my head back and pushing down on the middle of my back, almost breaking me in two, repeatedly lodging himself as deep as he could go. He started building up a real pace, his big arms flexing and holding on tighter and stronger. My entire body was rocking, “Make me feel good slut, keep it tight, make me feel good.” He shoved a few fingers into my mouth, gagging me, as he pushed my legs painfully further apart. My ass clenched at the pain and he let out an “ah” while driving even deeper. “Oh yeh that’s it, make daddy feel good. Milk the dick. Yeh. So tight! Yeh. Squeeze my shaft. Yeh. You like my big dick ey? Ahhh” I grunted in response, pain searing through me as I was impaled again on his raw shaft, “You fucking love it!” I heard his words through perfect ears, along with my grunts, trying to take the rough spit fuck, my vision, distorted by tears. I felt like an arm had been shoved up inside me, the guy was huge and thick. “Getting close fag”, he grunted and pushed down on my back harder and gripped my hair tighter. He leaned over, his abs pressing into my lower back, so his lips were close to my ear, his hot breath moving over my cheek. “like this bitch, don’t ya? Like my ten incher, raping you..You fuckin lil fag, been gaggin’ for it all night! Man, your hole is tight, gonna get me off soon. Needa empty my balls. Gonna load you up pussy, take a real man’s load! You want my jizz, fucker?” I didn’t reply, couldn’t reply, I could barely breathe from the pain. “Answer me boy! You want my swimmers?!” he rammed his hips hard and rough as he said it, his thick shaft scraping along my insides. “Tell me!” He flung his hefty arm around my neck, bicep flexing as he squeezed, cutting off my air.” “I want it,” I squeaked, desperate for breathe. “Louder, whore…what do you want?” His muscular arm relaxed a little from around my neck so I could responded, “I want your big load,” “Where?” “Inside me, shoot it up my gut,” I felt sick, but I wanted it to end. He laughed, moved his arm and gripped my hair again. “Time to get you pregnant bitch!” He slapped my firm ass, making me flinch and my hole contracted as he completely withdraw then pushed me down and slammed the entire length back into me, putting his considerable weight behind his last thrust and taking all the air from my lungs. He bellowed a deep growl, “Take every drop cunt! Take the breed!” and with that I felt his cock swell and pump his cream into my gut, his grip tightened on my hips and his fingers dug painfully into my flesh as every muscles in his body tense violently. Huffing and grunting I counted 5, 6, 7 spurts, before he shoved again and collapsed over my back, his abs heaving, sweat pouring off his brow. He pushed himself up, still breathing hard and yanked his dick out of my still clenched hole with a pop. Standing up easily while I was prone on the ground, still in pain, he hefted his dick and put it back in his jeans. I rolled to my side, “Catch ya slut!” he offered as he turned and swaggered off into the thick of trees and out of sight.

Amazing!

I love groups the best. So many more opportunities to be a big pig in a group!!

Just dumped a 4 day old load up a nice muscular guy's ass. Went for stroll on the nude beach and came across a guy laying ass up. He saw me coming and got on all fours. I went straight in, felt very slick. He said he had 2 laods there already. He got number three.

Great story

John felt so out of it when he heard the sound of metal clanking. he was laying on something hard and his arms were stretched in front of him. groggily he tried to stand up but felt his arms and legs held tight and pulling realized he was tied down , arms to the wall in front of him and legs to the floor. The space was so dim and only a dull red light illuminated it. looking up he saw a small mirror and realized his body was completely naked except for a heavy feeling on his junk. Shifting as best he could he heard it clank against the wood of what he was on. John had been around enough to know that this must have been a metal chastity device, his balls were aching already and he was dripping pre still horny from what he could only assume was the night before. He was tied , naked to w wooden table in a room barely bigger than needed, and his bare ass was pushed right up against a wall with a soft breeze hitting him right against his now suddenly realized we hole. John started yelling out and screaming for help and the door to his left opened up with a slam , his face hit with a blinding light as a man entered with a ski mask and slapped him hard in the face. "Shut your fucking trap you shit" the man pulled out a ball gag from a hoodie pocket and forcefully shoved it in his mouth and cinched it tight. Didn't think it would wear off that quickly. good thing no one was here yet.John tried screaming from his now gagged mouth but nothing but muffled moans came out. the man raised his hand and was about to strike again but lowered it. " no reason to hit you again, you'll be punished soon enough. John looked up with fear in his eyes and the man could see it. " you don't know me and you never will, just like you never knew my son. You ruined his life that night, got him drunk and fucked him , leaving him alone and afraid that night. He was raped and got sick. I blame you and its take me this long to find you and exact my revenge. You've had this a long time coming. Walking out and slamming the door john heard a heavy lock being clicked and pulled. the door was sealed and the foot steps outside sounded like they were crunching on dry leaves, walking from his left to behind him slowly, another creaking sound , a door opening and a breeze hit his hole again, the sound of creaking as it shut. Johns eyes bugged out as he realized where he was. A Home made glory hole. in this case a prison and a cage. The mans voice was gruff as he started checking things over aloud. "Marker check, board check, lube check, towels check. Looks like its time to break you in. His belt rattled as he undid his pants. I know your a whore so this will be the only safe cock you'll take tonight you fucker. this is my revenge, and you deserve every , a cock was forced dry into his ass at this point and pushed half way in, fucking, the rest was shoved in, bit of it! the man began hate fucking john, every thrust hard and rough and vengeful, tearing john up as he screamed in agony against the gag, his hole being forced open and abused. what felt like hours of thrusts later he could hear him panting and he pulled out and began stroking before shooting a load all over his now thoroughly used ass. now everyone will believe what i advertised. a horny lonely old man who wants any and every load he can get. No load refused. no matter how toxic. With a snort he walked out the door and slammed the door. he greeted someone walking up as he left. Yeah sluts right in there , yeah man raring to go, no condoms or nothing, never even said a word just moaned the whole time. board in there says to mark down your status when you cum and say it out for him.

And, back when I was 'safe' and vigilant, if I did end up with a load in my cunt, I was much more likely to let another man cum in me, too. The psychology of that is interesting.

I could use this 'friend' too. ;)

Been fucked in a lot of adult bookstores, the dumpy and grimey they are the better they are. Great story bet all 3 of them were poz, especially the first guy who scratched up his asshole.

Long Weekend - Part 11 I quickly settled into the routine of housework and shopping while the guys were in work and getting bred when they came home. It really was the ideal existence for a chemmed-up cum slut like me. They invited a group of friends over for the following weekend, about 12 guys in total. Mostly couples in their 30s and 40s but a few single guys too, one in his early 20s and two older guys in their late 50s. Carl entertained the guys downstairs with drinks and canapés whilst Mike got me ready in the playroom upstairs. We made sure that I was completely hairless except the hair on my head and strapped me to the fuckbench with my arms out to the sides, ready for slamming throughout the session. I had already taken a couple of big bombs and a booty bump of crystal meth and was flying high. Mike rigged up a gas mask for me with a steady stream of poppers and went downstairs to tell the guests that the parTy could get started. Carl and Mike stood either side of me on the fuck bench, each holding a syringe with a very generous dose of crystal meth ready to go. They put the tourniquets on my arms as the last of the guests filed into the playroom and formed a semicircle around me. Most were already tugging at their cocks as Carl started the countdown, the needles carefully positioned in my veins: 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0! Bam! They unloaded both points into me simultaneously and released the tourniquets. I coughed hard twice, causing my exposed hole to gape at the guests and a 40-year-old guy took no time in slamming his thick veiny cock straight into me. I took cock after cock, load after load, toys and fists in between. The weekend was a blur and I lost consciousness several times. By Sunday morning I had no idea who or where I was, my cunt had been completely destroyed, gaping and cum running freely out of it onto the floor. I had been moved from fuckbench to sling to floor. One couple had even lifted me up and carried me into their bedroom for a private session, that was relayed by video camera to the large flatscreens in the playroom for everyone to watch. Eventually the guests started to leave and Mike and Carl were left alone with me. Mike picked up my special toothbrush from the bathroom, applied a liberal dose of crystal meth, and started rubbing it into my guts. The hot rush filled my hole and I begged him to fuck me and breed me. He obliged, starting slowly and building up into a frenzied fuck, his massive cock pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. He fucked me like this for 20 minutes, waves of pleasure and pain shot through my body and I wanted more. He buried himself completely in my wrecked hole and grunted hard, shooting a weekends worth of cum deep into my guts. He collapsed on top of me, kissing me deeply, his cock still hard inside my hole. Slowly it went soft and slipped out of my worn out boy cunt. We showered together, all three of us, and for the first time they let me sleep in their bed between them.

My cock is 7" x 8.75", so it's not really long, but really really thick. Whereas most comments on this topic talk about length, I find that it's my girth that causes a problem for a lot of bottoms. "I can deal with long cocks, but yours is too fat for me" is a sentence I hear regularly. And I'm too impatient a top to give a bottom lots of time to get used to it and stretch his hole slowly. That's why I prefer loose and gaping (pre-fucked) whore holes, that can take my cock slamming into them from the get-go. As a bottom, I'm not choosey. Small cocks, big cocks, hard or soft, cocks, fists, arms or toys - when my hole is hungry, it takes ANYthing it can get.

Thanks for the great response to part 1, here's what happens next. Part 2. With the first letter of his new status on his chest, and the warm poz seed that he hoped would help make it real inside his smooth muscled ass, Dan wandered upstairs with his drink in his hand. Greg had suggested he should good see the rest of the crowd and pointed him towards the beige carpeted stairs that led from the large open plan living area of the duplex apartment upstairs to the bedrooms. He had not yet cum and his dick remained rock hard, eight inches of thick uncut meat that had been toyed with and sucked but had yet to invade a tight ass. His thoughts drifted briefly back to Alex, asleep in bed, he felt guilty for a moment but that guilt vanished as he heard moaning emanating from a bedroom at the top of the stairs. He stood in the doorway, the room was mostly taken up with a large double bed, and the only illumination came from a small lamp on a bedside table. There were four people in the room, one was a beefy black guy, not tall, and bulky without being fat. His smooth dark skin reflected the dim light and a huge cock hung between his legs. He looked up as Dan stood in the doorway and beckoned him in. Dan has never fucked a black guy, Alex suggested it was casual homo racism when Dan turned town black guys whom Alex suggested inviting to their bed. But Dan wasn't averse to the idea, he'd just never met a black guy he wanted to fuck. In other circumstances he would have pondered this further, but the vodka and his persistently hard dick banished those thoughts. Entering the room, Dan could see the focus of activity was a guy on the bed. Skinny and blond, he was a perfect twink. Smooth everywhere except for a light dusting of hair around his dick, Dan guessed him to be still a teenager. He was blindfolded and his wrists were secured to the metal bed head with leather restraints; a gag hung loosely around his neck. The twink's legs were in the air, resting on the shoulders of a broad muscled guy who Dan supposed to be around 35. Tattoos sleeved one arm and his chest and back were adorned with patterns of ink that included dragon wings across his shoulders. As Dan moved to the side of the bed, he could see clearly a thick veiny cock pumping into the twink's hole. The twink was already marked with a P and an O, and the muscular stud breeding him proudly displayed his positive status across his chest. The final person in the room was a tall, slender Asian guy. Smooth, with floppy dark hair his chest was free of hair or letters, but a light treasure trail led down to a cock that he was jerking furiously whilst watching the scene before him. The twink moaned as the tattooed guy pounded him hard, and growled "Yeah, you love that you little slut! You wanna take my toxic load and get that last letter?" The twink moaned in response, "No, stop, please, I don't want it", as he pulled at the restraints. Dan was momentarily concerned as the twink desperately tried to free himself from the inevitability of infection. "Too late slut, two loads and now my precum is enough to turn you on its own, you're already a poz slut so live with it." He leaned forward and pulled that gag up, muffling the twink's desperate cries of defiance into mumbles. Dan jumped slightly as he felt a finger in his cum-filled hole. The black guy was behind him and whispered "Don't worry, there's a safe word, but he won't use it." "Was he neg to start with?" Dan asked. "Does it matter?" was the response, with the addition of "...but he won't be after this load." Dan was jerking his cock hard as he watched the tattooed guy gasping, signalling his imminent explosion into the twink, the finger in his hole felt good as it worked inside, pushing Greg's hot poz seed further into him. Dan imagined the creamy load, filled with its toxic passengers burying itself inside him as tattoo roared and thrust his cock in ball-deep, filling his skinny victim with a dirty load. The twink moaned under his gag as tattoo withdrew, his dick slick with cum and ass, the Asian guy leapt down from the chest of drawers on which he was sitting at the back of the room and eagerly cleaned the messy, still hard, dick as the black guy whispered to Dan "Looks like it's your turn." Dan approached the bed where the twink lay, his hole open and used. He pulled down the gag and went in to kiss the beautiful boy deeply. Almost reflexively, the twink raised his legs in the air as Dan pressed his solid dick against the smooth ass in front of him. "I'm gonna breed you now, slut," Dan whispered as their tongues explored each other, whereupon Dan suggested "but I think you need to struggle." Pulling his face to one side, the twink moaned "No, please, no more, I don't want it bare, I don't want to be poz! Stop raping me." With those words Dan plunged his dick inside the twink's hole, already slick with lots of cum. Dan didn't need lube to get ball-deep. The twink howled with pleasure as Dan piston-fucked him; he'd been needing to fuck like this all day, all week, and this twink was exactly what he needed. Tattoo leaned over as he painted the letter onto the twink's chest, marking him visibly as surely as he had internally. Seeing this pushed Dan over the edge and after only a few minutes he felt his cock surge and the twink's hole tense as he unloaded deep inside. Hoping this was his last neg load, Dan pulled his dick out and the tall skinny Asian went to work cleaning his dick. The black guy released the restraints from the twink who removed the blindfold to reveal quite how model-perfect he was. He rolled over onto his front and closed his eyes. The black guy motioned to the skinny Asian who assumed the twink's place on the bed and as he left the room Dan heard the click of restraints being secured. As he walked down the corridor, Dan felt a hand on his shoulder. Heavily muscled arms pressed him against the wall and he had a glimpse of a familiar sleeve tattoo as a huge dick began sliding into his hole. To be continued...

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Long Weekend – Part 10 I was dreaming about a bondage scene where I was tied up on a dirty mattress on the floor of a warehouse and guys in leather harnesses were coming at me from all angles, wanking their cocks and rubbing their large blobs of precum over my hole and fingering me with it. One of the men had covered my mouth and nose with his gloved hand and was suffocating me, telling me to be quiet as I struggled for air. I woke up with a start, gasping for air but not getting any. My mouth and nose were covered with a hand and it took me a few seconds to realise that it was Carl telling me to be quiet and to stop struggling. I looked around and saw him lying behind me in the bed, the fingers of his right hand were fingering my hole and his left hand was clamped over my face. I nodded slightly and he released his grip. “Stay still and perfectly quiet” he whispered into my right ear, “Mike is asleep and I want your hole to myself”. I relaxed and he passed me a bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the lid and took a couple of deep huffs as his fingers explored my hole and pulled out the tampon. “Your blood is the only lube you’re getting so you better get busy with those poppers”, he whispered. I took six deep huffs, sending my head into space and relaxing my hole for his pierced cock. I felt the cold of his heavy PA against my cunt, followed by the pressure of his big head. It slid in and he pressed against me, holding me tight as inch after inch slid up inside me. “Fuck, your dirty little boy cunt feels so good”, he moaned as he started to slowly fuck me. I reached down between my legs and started playing with his huge bull balls, gently pulling on them as he fucked me. “Squeeze my balls and pull on them harder”, he told me so I adjusted my grip and took his balls in my fist and pulled. His cock thickened and hardened almost immediately and was followed by the sensation of fresh poz precum oozing out of his cock and rubbing against the bleeding walls of my cunt. His strokes were still long and slow but his breathing was deeper and more ragged; he was getting close. I turned my head and looked straight into his dark eyes. “Breed me, my cunt is yours”, I whispered and this took him over the edge, he pulled out, shot his toxic load all over my hole and fucked it back into me. “69”, he said as he pulled his cummy bloody cock out of my freshly bred hole. I sucked him clean as he rimmed my hole. Then, as quickly and as quietly as he arrived, he was gone. I crept through into the playroom and took a medium-sized buttplug and sat on it to keep his precious seed inside. I went back to sleep and returned to my dream of leather-clad men about to gang rape me.

Even better than part one, BBC, brother on brother incest and stealth pozzing what more could a cum slut want. Soon Sam, Chris and Ethan will be in pain.

I can't get enough of pre-loaded holes. Not only is (a mix of strangers') cum the hottest lube there is, but I also prefer the holes on my bottom guys to be stretched, loose and gaping. I'd definitely rather be the last guy in a gang bang than the first

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 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

Part 2 “So you just let him fuck you, right there in his kitchen?” Luke’s friend asked over brunch several hours later. “Yeah. It was so fucking hot.” Luke had determined that the experience was one to be bragged about, a badge on his sexual resume. “Animalistic, really. He just ripped my pants down, ate my ass, and fucked me. No questions, no small talk, just hot fucking sex with the biggest dick I’ve ever known.” He failed to mention it had been a bareback fuck. “Think you’ll see him again?” “Maybe. I’d like to. I think I’m realizing that I’m into older guys like him. And god he’s ripped.” Luke didn’t provide a full detailed description of Steve – no mention of the tattoos or the piercings or the general leather daddy/kick-someone’s-ass vibe of him. But really, whether Luke was to see Steve again was not a question for Luke to have the answer – the ball was always in Steve’s court. Across town, Steve was getting some more ink: this time, a scorpion tattoo above his pubic line. “We knew as soon as you made eye contact you’d be shooting a load in that guy later.” Billy said responsive to Steve’s tale of fucking Luke a few hours before. Billy had been with Steve at the leather bar the night before and outside afterward when Steve saw his latest conquest. “Damn he had the best, fuzzy bubble butt I’ve seen. I coulda eaten it for days.” “He mention condoms or anything?” Billy asked, knowing Steve only fucked raw. “Nope. Kinda surprised me that he didn’t, seeming so clean cut preppy and all.” “Think you knocked him up?” Steve grinned. “If not last night, I will soon for sure.” Walking home with his new ink covered, Steve texted Luke: “I need your ass again. Today. When can you be at my place?” Luke responded “Great to hear from you. Can’t stop thinking about last night. I can be there in an hour.” And so he was, showing up at Steve’s door wearing a tank top, mesh shorts, a jock strap, and sneakers. Steve let him in, and not five feet inside the door had pushed him down to his knees and inserted his huge flaccid dick into Luke’s beautiful mouth. Steve’s dick grew hard in Luke’s mouth as Luke demonstrated what a good cocksucker he was. He worked Steve’s entire thick, long, veiny shaft. Whenever he got to Steve’s dick’s head, he’d tongue the pre-cum. He was already addicted to its salty, manly goodness. He sucked Steve’s big, hairy balls. He deep throated his dick to the point of gagging on it. He was in heaven devouring the monster dick that had destroyed his ass just 12 hours earlier. Did he taste his own ass on it? Maybe. Finally, Luke noticed Steve’s balls and legs tense, and a torrent of cum spurt into his mouth. Steve held Luke’s head in position, his dick deep in his conquest’s throat. Luke swallowed round after round of the ropey jism that sprayed into his mouth, looking up dutifully in the eyes of his testosterone-filled host. He loved tasting the heavenly load of his dominator. As the waves of cum subsided, Luke began to pull away from the monster cock. Steve held Luke’s head in place and said “You’re not done yet. Keep swallowing. Everything.” And with that, Steve began pissing in the mouth of the unsuspecting jock. Luke was horrified and disgusted initially, trying in vain momentarily to pull away. But when retreat was clearly no option with Steve’s strong hands holding him in place, Luke kept his lips tight around the shaft, swallowed a big gulp, and looked up at his beast-of-a-man host. Luke saw the pleasured look on Steve’s face, and began to understand his role of submission. His anguish subsided and he found himself dutifully, if not happily, swallowing what seemed like gallons of man piss. He loved it. Finally, when Steve had finished using Luke as a urinal, he pulled his conquest off his cock and to his feet, smacking him on the ass. “That was intense. And, I gotta say, really hot, dude," Luke commented, his dick fully erect, and pressing against the fabric of his jock strap and shorts, which were now wet with pre-cum. “Fun’s just getting started, you slut. Take off everything off and follow me,” Steve ordered.

Guy saw my escort ad on a bareback site, after somebody who had hired me before suggested me from Atlanta, and contacted me about coming down to New Orleans for Mardi Gras for a gangbang he was having last year. He had them regularly, but this one would be specially for the downlow crowd that always comes for this event. We had chatted online a couple of times before about his parties and it just had not worked out to have me down for one of them in the past for his guys. I knew from talking to him regularly that he hosted parties during major events and had local and visiting guys of all times, and if I worked out, I could count on Memorial Day, 4th of July, etc... to make some money... Charged guys by the head and they could come and go as they wanted to use the sling bottoms all weekend in both ends as they would get a wristband like at a normal party to wear, but they were all gonna be just tops that loved to fuck. I would be paid a percentage of the guys that came thru the door. He stated that I would arrive on Thursday morning on the overnight bus from a ticket he would get, be used Friday night thru Sunday night then sleep during the day on Monday and head back to Atlanta Tuesday morning on the last bus out on Monday night so I could sleep all the way home. He just qualified it by asking if I could handle the 40-50 guys that would be there over the weekend with another bottom escort as we would be available the whole time and once we started there would be no turning back as these guys had paid for the weekend and if we gave him trouble we would be tied into the sling. I told him I was up for it if he could keep me going all weekend. He said that he preferred to have his boys slamming all weekend but that was up to me, if I thought I could take it without drugs then, that was ok too. He asked if I had used T and G favors and kept asking me if I was ok with slamming as that would help with my ass being hungry for cock all weekend and to keep me from being hungry for anything other than cock. I said I had smoked T before, but never slammed, and said sure as long as he had someone to make the rigs and give me the points, as I really hated needles and stuff like that and that to start slow to see how I would react, then I would be riding a constant high and no ups and downs. He said that he used the same guy for all the parties, a local nurse near New Orleans, and that he would know how much to give me and when and how often. That I would be up in a sling most of the time wearing just a jockstrap along with the other escort bottom in another sling and that I would not need a change of clothes or a bag or anything as they would bag up my clothes and put my share of the tally in with them and give them to me on Sunday night with my clothes. I would be the hairy chested older bottom and the younger guy would be a skinny twink that had done the Labor Day party already and we would be given poppers and rigs as much as we wanted. Sounded like a great deal to me with all the pay and since there would be someone to help with the load of guys and I sure could use the money to pay some bills, so off I went on Wednesday night at midnight down to New Orleans from Atlanta by bus wearing just a black tanktop, tight bluejeans, a blue hoodie, a pair of sneakers, a jockstrap, and socks and a throwaway blanket and arrived there at 8am. It was a great bus trip with only a few stops to Birmingham, Montgomery and Mobile thru Alabama and I was able to sleep all night on the bus and did not have to worry about someone going thru my stuff as I did not have a bag or anything and sleeping took my mind off thinking about what I was getting myself into. I was turned on but scared at the same time and was gonna get there early enough that I could sightsee some in the French Quarter as this was my first time in New Orleans and wonder which of the hot guys I saw walking around would be fucking me on Friday or Saturday nights. Since New Orleans is pretty much one big gay party that weekend, the bars were open almost 24 hours a day, so I stopped in a few gay bars to check them out and the guys and look for some liquid courage for what was the event that was gonna happen next while getting a feel of what the guys were interested in by showing off my bubble butt ass and hairy chest in the process although I knew most of the guys at the party were gonna be straight on the down low and these guys probably would not be there. The guy that hired me had told me to meet him at his place and he would take me from there to the party location early so I could get used to things. He lived right inside the Garden district so it was a good walk and exercise for me and a chance to look around the town with my alcohol buzz going. I got lots of smiles and people checking me out which made me horny and I forgot somewhat about what was to come. I got there mid afternoon after exploring the town, rang the bell and waited for him to answer the door. The daylight peered thru the door and I could tell that he was a little overweight but seemed like a great guy with a great smile and looked me up and down, shook my hand, and invited me in, offered me a drink and asked about my trip down to start the talking. He re-explained the event and what was gonna take place to make sure I was good to go and then said he wanted to see how I was first before I went to the party so not to embarass him if I could not perform. He said that he had a guy that comes to all the parties there first and was gonna try me out this afternoon before the party tomorrow. If I worked out, I would be taken to the party site the next day and if not then I would be taken back to the bus station and sent home with a bus ticket on the next bus. Seemed fair to me so I said sure. I really did not have a choice as I had no money or way to get home til Monday night with the return bus ticket. I was surprised to see the guy walk in from the other room as he was there already, he was kinda average looking, older white guy that was balding, unshaven, average looks and build, a guy I would pass on the street and not notice really otherwise thinking he sold insurance or something like that, he came in dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and said he was ready for some action. He sat in the chair by the sofa in the room, lit up a meth pipe and started blowing clouds handing it to the host and then to me. Restocking the bowl when it was empty a couple of times telling me to hold the smoke in as long as I could and shotgunning both of us. This really relaxed me and then i noticed him patting his cock thru his pants. He then told me get on my knees on the rubber floor mat and to pull out and start sucking his cock, so I got down on all fours between his legs and unzipped his pants and belt and pulled out his cock, it was kinda big I thought for this type of guy, but I was good and ready having had a few drinks in town and the pipe and wanted to do a good job, so I started sucking the head tasting the precum that was there and then the veiny shaft and then started sucking the whole thing making sure I did not get any teeth on it and lots of licking too as he blew clouds down at me. He started shotgunning with the host more and then with me in between sucking. The cock grew inside my mouth until I was not able to suck well with its girth, but just kept my mouth open while he fucked my throat as the host was holding my head down on the guy's cock and I was unable to move, poppers were put under my nose by the host that was watching me in action and that allowed me to deep throat the guy's cock giving him enough friction to really fuck my throat deep and hard until he started skullfucking me. The host was getting into it as well and started playing with my ass, reaching around and undoing my pants, taking off my socks and shoes and the pants but leaving on my jockstrap. He pushed a finger in my ass and it hurt as I guess I was pretty tight being nervous and all. He then put in another finger and started fucking me with his finger. My ass started to burn and then I realized that he had given me a bootybump. The host pulled out his cock and I went from cock to cock sucking each one over and over until first one then both released hot loads of piss down my throat and in my mouth which I swallowed gulping as they tugged and twisted my big nips driving me horny crazy not missing a drop from either cock taking the chempiss. The host made some comment about that is the last time for me being so hard and then the older guy shoved poppers under my nose and his cock up my ass and started riding until he dropped his load inside while the host fucked my face and wads of hot cum came down my throat. The guys were happy with my performance and said I passed by not gagging or saying his cock was too big down my throat or up my ass and just taking it and that I did not even flinch when he started pissing up my ass afterward he came, so I was then told to go upstairs, get really clean in the shower with the soap and to take enemas til I was clean and then take a nap in the guest room until it was time to go...(more later)...

Idea of this still makes me hard. LOL

A top should do as he pleases. When a top gives me a gentle fuck because he likes to fuck that way I am happy and when a top hurts me and I whimper the whole fuck I am also happy too because he did want he wanted to do. I like to know the kind of top he is before so that I can get into the mindset and a rape fantasy is so very hot but one where a bottom boy should expect to be in pain.

I get off on fucking all night, shooting up my bitch's ass over and over, then falling asleep with my cock inside of him to hold the cum in. Love owning a guy and making him my personal whore. I can also be vanilla, but wild is so much more fun.

fuck I wish I coulda been there to get sum sloppy seconds, thirds fourths whatever thanks for posting please continue 2 share

When fucking a guy, I prefer to go all in, balls deep the first time, preferably with just my precum. Then jackhammer away while holding down the pussy bottom no matter what he cries out. And expect nothing les from a top fucking me. CUM hard or go home! And don;t get me started with the choking thing from RawPozLust. Nothin hotter than holding down a guy by his throat while piledrivin it home!

My first post- I'm a non-vers Top and I have to fuck hard, jackhammer style, and for a long time just to get off. If that hurts the slut I'm fucking so be it. I have a big dick so generally I always hurt the guy somewhat, sometimes a lot, especially when I have him on his back and I'm penetrating his second sphincter. I love the moaning and squeeling I get when I really start pounding a guy's hole hard. I love knowing that my bottom is so totally focused on pleasing my cock and milking me for loads that he'll take any pain I inflict. Like rawTop I enjoy putting a bottom in painful positions, I like choking him (with or without my dick) and generally abusing him. I always enjoy knowing that I really fucked my bottom up and made his whole body mine, pain and the stuff it leaves behind on the bottom's body are a sure way of showing that that he belongs to my dick and is mine to seed and abuse.

In general, I don't intentionally inflict pain on my bottoms. It doesn't specifically arouse me. That being said, if the guy I'm fucking is in pain because of the way I'm enjoying myself, I don't really give a shit. Once I've mounted that ass, it's mine until I choose to be done with it. My need to breed is a hell of a lot more important than whatever my victim feels.

I'm a chicken, can't stand pain. I love missionary style but the top gets so deep inside me I groan in pain even if he is lubed. I've tried with just spit and it's even worse. When he really starts pumping me I just feel like my ass lining is getting torn up. I usually go for less painful positions like on my stomach, I can take a real pounding and take all the cock with much less disconfort. When the top finally fills me with cum he can just collapse on top of me, which has happened numerous times.