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Hey guys.... I am back obviously. I posted this story already in The Hunt, but then I thought maybe it deserves title for itself. So, I hope you like the story... and I mean it.... 'Like' the story at the bottom, it's easier to continue the story line. The Hunt – A New Destination (Part 1) I helped Jason to his feet. He was shaking but kept on smiling at me. I ran my hand down his spine and after reaching his smooth butt I entered his hole with my fingers. He wasn’t exactly tight at this moment and I poked another finger deep into his opening. Slowly I withdrew them and led them to his mouth. “Lick them. Lap away the cum,” I instructed as I pushed my fingers into his mouth. For a second he seemed to be appalled, but then he looked into my eyes and he opened his mouth willingly sucking my fingers clean. I left the stall and Jason followed me back to the bar. Steven was still sitting there and watching the other cute guys talking to each other or french kissing openly. “Ah, finally back? From what I heard, you had a ball," he remarked, giving Jason an encouraging smile "Take a seat," I told Jason as I shoved him towards the floor. He looked confused but I kicked him in front of my seat and told him to rest his back against the bar and to face my crotch. “Give me a good massage, while I enjoy the evening with my pal,” I said. Jason didn’t hesitate and started kneading my jeans bulge. I spread my legs to give him a better opportunity to massage my poisonous spike. Steven was looking down at Jason and wished his would get the same treatment so I looked down to my puppy and ordered "Shift a little bit towards Steve's crotch." Jason looked at me but didn’t move his cunt closer to this good friend of mine and so I kicked him a bit to his side with my boots and told him to move his body more aggressively. He yelped a bit but understood the hint and so he was sitting merely between me and my mate massaging both of our crotches as Steven and I chatted. We were both getting hard again and I could read Steven’s mind, so I nodded at Jason, asking “You like the aftermath?” “Sure. I love how this insatiable slut works with his hands, although it would be hot if he would suck us here…. at the bar. No one is taking notice anyway, since we are at a dead end of the bar,” Steven remarked in an almost a chatty tone. “Yeah. Good idea. Jason, why don’t you suck on Steven’s cock again? Look how you made him hard with only with the magic of your hands,” I chuckled. Jason nodded and slithered right in front of Steven’s bulge and opened the buttons fast. I saw a slimy trail, leading to Jason’s new squatting position. He was still leaking toxic cum from his abused ass. I enjoyed watching Jason getting skull fucked while we were talking about the good old times. We ordered another round of drinks, but only for the two of us, of course. Jason certainly didn't mind as he was busy giving a blow job anyway, sucking Steven like a pro, manually jacking him off while his mouth engulfed first the head of his cock and swallowed the whole dick. He made cute choking sounds but no one was paying attention to the three of us. I opened my jeans again and pulled myself out, grunting "Here, Jason, give my cock a massage with your right hand while you blow Steven." Jason immediately complied, stroking my dick to full hardness, without pausing in sucking Steven’s cock, who commented “You were right. He truly is something special,” giving me an approving smile "Yeah, he truly is,” I replied and looked at Jason, who was sucking non-stop. Steven, meanwhile, appeared to be getting close to blowing his load as he had taken hold of Jason's head, and was now thrusting upwards into his mouth, his own eyes looking dazed and his breath ragged. “Let him finish the job. He is eager to learn. Right?,” I asked Jason who smiled at me, his mouth full of Steven's dick. I thought he looked absolutely adorable. Steven managed a laugh, with which I joined wholeheartedly as Jason worked his magic, intent of drawing Steven's load out of his balls. All the way he didn't neglect to stroke my dick, even if he was concentrated on giving a great blow job to Steven. He clearly knew his duty to satisfy me. Steven and I attempted a couple more comments, but I could tell his mind was elsewhere, particularly when Steven’s face finally froze, his mouth gaped wide in pleasure, and his eyes closed. Within seconds Jason began moaning, and simultaneously gulping Steven's seed. “Not a drop. Don’t waste any of my precious cum. Swallow it all,” Steven panted. "Clean off Steven's cock," I instructed Jason, "make sure you clean his head thoroughly. I want it every drop of cum cleaned off." Steven relaxed visibly as he praised Jason, saying “Good job, boy…. good job.“ Now, although Steven had emptied his balls into Jason’s gullet, he was still hard, mostly because Jason continued stroking his dick. “Sorry guys, that was great, but I really need to take a piss now,” and with that Steven reached to close his jeans. “Why don’t you take your piss here?” I asked. "What?" "We got Jason here. I am sure he wouldn’t mind being our toilet. Would you?” and with that the ball was in Jason’s court. Jason initially looked utterly shocked. I knew he had never before tasted piss, and that doing so wasn't high on his list. Steven gazed at me and I looked at Jason. “Listen punk,” I advised, “When I tell you to drink our piss, then your response should be to ask which hose you should emptly first. Now, get your fucking lips on my buddy's cock and start drinking." With that I gave him a punch to the chest which earned a yelp. "Oh, and don't spill any," I added. “Hey don’t worry pup...,” Steven began. Jason's face lit up, seeing a possible ray of hope that he would get out of a difficult position, but not so, as Steven continued "...I'll piss slowly so you'll be able to swallow it down without spilling choking. Just make sure to seal your lips around my cockhead and concentrate in swallowing, mouthful after mouthful." With that, Steven grinned and taking a good grip on Jason’s hair, pulled his face towards his crotch. In the next minute or so, Steven maintained an even conversation with me, and to be honest, I wouldn’t have known he was pissing into Jason, if the little one wasn't occasionally moaning and gulping down Steven's piss. In the meanwhile I quickly buttoned-up myself, and shifted my chair, taking care to shield the scene from prying eyes. I wanted to give my friend some privacy while he was emptying his piss slowly into Jason’s belly, and I had the feeling we might well be kicked out of the bar if management knew we were using Jason as a human toilet - in public, no less. From time to time Jason withdrew his mouth from the cock, but never lost a drop. He just needed time to breathe and to wipe away the tears from his face. Steven generously allowed him several seconds each time Jason gestured for a respite, but Steven never the less still had to piss, so it was perhaps as much as seven minutes before Jason swallowed the last of Steven's piss. I'd like to think Jason had swallowed at least a liter of dark, aromatic piss. “Now it is my turn. Shield me,” I asked of Steven. We switched places. Now I was in the seat of power over the young guy. “Without hands…. see?” I asked, crossing my arms behind my head, enjoying the action. Jason sighed sadly but wasn’t complaining anymore. He reopened my jeans again and got a grip of my still hard cock. His mouth engulfed my cock head and I almost started immediately to splash out my stinking piss into his unwilling mouth. I shot my piss into Jason's gullet, in waves of high speed. Jason still made the gulping sounds, but he didn’t moan desperately anymore. It occurred to me he was a quick learner and I resolved to help him learn his lessons, step by step. By the time I was finished, Steven was completely aroused by Jason’s humiliation, and the proof of the arousal was seen in the large bulge in his leather jeans. I looked at Steven and gestured to Jason, suggesting "Why not take him into the stalls - if you need to release another shot into this slut.” “No,” Jason squeaked, daring to disagree with my suggestion. “What?” It was almost like I wasn’t hearing right. “What’s the matter with you now, you dirty poz slut? I think you really want to make me mad, you cock ditch.” “No…. it is just” Jason signaled me to come closer and so I did. “It is because I don’t want to endanger him.” he said softly. “He said he was safe and since I accepted poz cum today I am scared I could infect you or Steven. But for that, I would gladly accept him.” he added and tried to sound enthusiastically. Steven and I laughed out loud. “Silly cumdump.” I explained lovingly. “That isn't possible. Don't you know, that only cunts get infected? Studs like Steven and me are not capable of catching the bug – that’s a fact!” Obviously I was lying to Jason. “Really?” Jason asked us quizzically. “Yeah,” Steven chimed in, groping his bulge, and hauling Jason to his feet. He clearly wanted to shoot another poz load desperately into Jason's hole. “Yeah,” I insisted, suggesting "I think we should encourage Jason to accept any stud without the fear of converting him." “So let’s go…. let’s go!” Steven urged. “Poz him up good,” I whispered to my mate and I told him he should repeat the trick with the used condoms again. "Well, anyway, I'm out of lube," Steven replied quietly, a grin crossing his face as he directed Jason into the stalls again. When he was out of hearing range, Steven announced to the bar, "Guys, there's another fuck event in the stalls for a newly bred poz cunt." The other twinks assembled gasped in astonishment as seven or so studs left their seats or tables to follow the doomed guy into the darkroom area, seeing a prime opportunity to shoot more of their toxic loads into the handsome young guy. This was just the beginning for Jason’s new destination.

Part 4: I was on fucking Cloud-9 when I got back on the subway. Could this happen? Could a down and out thug fucker like me get ahead a little? I had pictures swimming in my mind of me and Lil’Petey in the old lady’s cottage. I smiled. I had never thought about being with a guy like that before – fucking ass yeah – but not like together together. But that shit felt right. I had a bounce in my step and a hunger in my balls as I walked into the ABS, flashed my membership card and a big fucking smile to the owner, stepped to the end of the counter and asked, “Any potential business in back?” The owner nodded his head yes, gazed at my stiff dick straining my jeans, licked his lips, and I smiled. “You wanna feel it?” I asked, “Show me your hole, right here, right now.” The ABS owner looked around nervously as I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my freeballing meat. My shaft was thick with sweat and he could smell it. Without another word he unbuttoned his pants, pulled his white shorts down and grunted as I popped the head of my dick raw into his ass right there at the check out counter. “FEEL THAT AIDS-BONE DRIPPING? YEAH? YOU WANT THAT? DEEPER LIKE THAT? WELL LATER WHEN I COME BACK THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU GOT FOR ME TO GET THAT HOLE WRECKED AGAIN.” I then yanked my dick out, he yelped, I laughed, lit a cigarette and walked into the back where the video arcade was and left the ABS owner with his hole twitching. Always got to keep them wanting more and now I needed to do more than survive day to day. I had to make things right to get my new home. I did a quick round of the booths, avoided the trolls and the wall hangers who I knew were in as much need as me. I was on my second cigarette and fighting with my boner when the pretty boy showed up. He made a beeline straight for me, flashed a handful of cash and goodies, and 30 seconds later his shorts were down and his head was banging against the plywood walls as he begged me to stop pounding his hole and I ordered him to shut his faggy mouth and take my dick. The pretty boy’s body was flat against the wall when I filled him with nutt and as he slid off my shaft and thanked me profusely and told me how good a fuck I was, I lit a cigarette and tried to ignore him. That is until I heard something about making $500. “…..and you know we get into some freaky shit. He’s a total Wall Street type with some fancy loft in Soho or some shit. I dress up for him, leather, lace, whatever he wants if he has the cash and shit. You know? So anyways he was asking if he could watch me get fucked sometime. I told him about you – ALL ABOUT – you. He said it would be hot to watch some n… well a black thug guy fuck me like a dirty whore. I told him $500. I was thinking we split it like 60/40 – right? Good shit?” the pretty boy prattled on. I slammed him back against the wall, drove two long fingers into his pussy chute and started digging around with my nails as he gasped. Time to negotiate. I pressed my left arm across the back of his neck and made my counter. “I get $500, you get the best dick of your life, and a chance to get it again in the future.” Five minutes later we were walking to this dive bar where pretty boy said his Wall Street dude would be - where this dude was every afternoon trying to pick up the youngest and cutest boys he could tempt. Must be fucking nice to have those kind of hours. I don’t do bars, and anyways, looking as rough as I did knew I could get my ass kicked right out. The plan was this – I would wait in back in the alley, pretty boy would go in, find Wall Street dude, bring him out, then business would be done. The shade of the alley was a welcome relief and besides the rats, piles of garbage, and typical NYC piles of shit lying around, the only other presence was two Asian guys sitting beside a propped open door peeling carrots and cutting up vegetables – fucking crates of them. They eyed me, I eyed them, then took up a spot on a wall about half way down the alley and lit up a cigarette. I looked around. Between the shadows from the buildings and piles of trash and debris, lots of places to fuck back here. Good. If Wall Street wanted to see how a thug got down, this was it. Grimey street fucking at its best. Hard dick, willing hole, deep breeding. About 10 minutes went by, someone banged on a door a building away, banged again, then the door popped open and promptly knocked over a pile of plastic buckets. Pretty boy walked out, looked around, followed by a white dude, middle aged, fancy suit – Mr. Wall Street. They eyed the Asian guys who were still prepping their veggies, came down to me, and pretty boy – who clearly had been doing more than just saying hi in the bar – slurred, “Here’s … here’s... fuck what’s your name?” he asked me. I ignored him and turned to Wall Street. “Whatcha looking for man?” I asked. I wanted to hear it from him. He looked at pretty boy, then me, and said, “I want to watch you fuck him. Hard. Rape him like..like….” I filled in the blank, “The mouthy little princess that he is?” Wall Street chuckled, “Yes, exactly. He likes his ass smacked, bruised, and more. You think you can handle that?” This dude was funny. I held out my hand, he set $300 in it and started to hand $200 to pretty boy. I said, “NO!” and pointed at my palm. Wall Street smiled, gave me the rest and then I added, “$200 more and you can take pictures/vid with your phone, but not my face. I get to confirm after and will delete it if you do.” Wall Street smiled, “What if I want him to suck me while you fuck him?” he asked. I shrugged, “Bonus for you. No charge.” Game. Set. Match. We shifted closer to the building, melding into the shadows. Wall Street unzipped his dick and stuffed pretty boy’s mouth. I unzipped my pants, Wall Street’s eyes got nice and big and I made a mental note, then I yanked pretty boy’s short’s down and his cries were muffled in Wall Street’s balls as I dry fucked his hole – raw, rough, deep, and hard and started whacking his ass with both hands. Well he still had my nutt from earlier up there I guessed, so no spit necessary, and if not, too bad for him. I pulled all the way out slammed back in liking how his dry hole scraped my dick. Wall Street took vid and pics of the mouth on his dick, my monster dick stretching the pink hole, and pretty boy being gutted out like street trash. After about 10 minutes of brutal fucking at both ends pretty boy started crying, shaking, Wall Street held him tight and I continued to long dick him. I could tell from his scrunched up face Wall Street was close and when pretty boy started choking I knew he was getting a neck full of cum. As Wall Street finished he pulled out of pretty boy’s mouth, I yanked out of his ass – without nutting – and pretty boy dropped to the dirty pavement gasping and whining. I stepped around pretty boy’s crumpled form, Wall Street took a step back, my dick was wet and slime covered and I pointed to it and said, “Is that what you wanted to see? You trying to get this now? Want to see what it feels like to get my bone?” Pretty boy was back on his feet and blabbering as Wall Street took another step back, almost lost now to the shadows. “Get the fuck away!” I snarled at pretty boy, who hiked his shorts up, wiped the tears and snot sniffles across his face, and took off down the alley. “I think you need a daddy who can take charge,” I told Wall Street as my grimey dick edged across his clean and pressed suite leaving a trail of filth. “I think you sit in a big fancy office all damn day, ordering bitches around, then come here, find more bitches to do your bidding. What you really need is to know how it feels to be the bitch. I ain’t no faggy little dicked fucker playing at this game. This is real thug shit. Real fucking. Just you and me and yours ain’t the first cherry I’ve busted.” Wall Street’s body shook with excitement. His mind was a little slower. “I…I…I’ve never been fucked, well not never...but not like, I….. How much?” Yes cock hungry bitch lives in all you motha-fuckas! “Whatchu-got?” I asked. He pulled out a fancy leather wallet edged in silver, spread it open, started to finger some bills then shook his head and just handed the whole thing to me. I laughed, that’s right, be a submissive whore for daddy’s AIDS Bone. I gripped the wad, emptied the wallet, put two $20s back in so he could get where he had to get, handed it back and pointed at my dick. “May I suck it first?” Wall Street asked. In reply I pushed him hard, his back hit the brick wall, I stepped closer, turned him around, bear hugged him with my left arm as I undid his belt with my right hand, then his pants, and then he took the ‘frisk me officer’ position against the wall with hands up and out. “Wait, wait, wait,” Wall Street said. He stepped back, reached into his suit coat pocket, pulled out a string of condoms, and handed them to me. I took them, tore one open, tossed the empty packet at his feet and made a SNAPPING noise with the one I pulled as he resumed the sacrificial position. This was going to hurt him more than me. I spit on my hand, fingered his tight fucking hole, he winced, moaned, I slid my nail sharp side in, he inhaled, I sawed back and forth like a lumber jack, cutting a trail through the forest. I spit some more and hacked a wad of phlegm from deep in my lungs for extra slipperiness. I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle his screams – he would scream – and body slammed him against the brick wall as I drove my raw dick up his cherry hole. Wall Street cried out, his body tensed, he stood on his tippey toes like a ballerina as he tried to run from the dick. You don’t run from the dick! My anger came back. My need to breed. My desire burned through like an inferno. Every spasm of his body, every muffled cry, every twisting of his guts as I raw dicked him spurred me on. I was ready to blast and one last, deep thrust and I leaned in and snarled, “TAKE MY AIDS BONE DICK BITCH. I’VE WRECKED THAT CUNT NOW FOR MY DIRTY CUM…THAT’S IT…YOUR PUSSY IS MILKING EVERY DROP RIGHT OUT OF MY BALLS…MILK IT…TAKE DADDY’S NUTT…” I pulled my dick out, wiped it clean on the back of his suit, and tucked it away. Wall Street was like pretty boy now, gasping and fucked silly. HA! His shame, pain, confusion showed all over his face as did his cock pig hunger. That’s right. I just fucking stealth raped his ass raw in a dirty alley and the kinky motha-fucka was hooked. I took him to the edge of his world and beyond. “Give me your business card,” I ordered. Wall Street pulled up his pants, fumbled around, pulled out a card and handed it to me. “When do you want the dick?” I asked. His reply was like a girl who lost her dolly, “Did…did you fuck me without a condom?” I hit him on the left side of his jaw with a soft tap right-hook. His mouth gaped, his eyes got wide, I stood toe to toe with him, looked down, and spat on his Wall Street face. “You know I did. You can feel my hot cum burning those guts up right now can’t you? You also know you want more. So I will ask only one more time, when do you want the dick?” Same time tomorrow I was scheduled to be back in the alley and Wall Street planned to come with full pockets for another breeding. I could tell as he looked at me, my ribs poking out, my stomach in need of food, my dirty self, that he was disgusted and so turned on at the same fucking time his mind could not process. That was the key. That was what the fuckers would pay for. I could offer them something pretty boy and the other trade could not. I lit a cigarette, patted my stuffed pockets, and started down the alley. The younger Asian guy was still sitting beside the open door peeling vegetables. “Hey mister,” he said. I stopped. I was not old enough to be a mister. A daddy yes, but not a mister. He continued, “That was like fucking amaze-balls fucking hot, fucking oh hell damn like wild crazy porn shit!” When did Asian dudes start speaking with a Valley Girl accent? I just looked at him and he asked, “Can, can you go again? I mean. Can I….?” Yeah I could fuck again, but right now I needed to see Lil’Petey. A quick convo and the Asian guy told me he was a law student at Columbia, this was his parents’ restaurant, he was a total cock pig and knew he could milk my dick good. I told him I would let him try the next day after Wall Street, but nothing in life was free. As a down payment, he loaded me up with a fucking grocery bag full of food. Egg Foo Young, Sweet and Sour Pork, and tons more shit and said he could give me a bag of food every day he worked – which was most days - as payment. Deal. I made my way back to the trap house but stopped and chatted up with one of the bums who often slept curled under the end of the front porch. “Hey man, got some food if you want it. Also appreciate if you can make a racket if you see or hear anyone else come through the fence to the back? Cool – thanks.” I got around to the back and side where Lil’Petey’s cardboard shanty was, set the bag down, and smiled as I could hear him humming to himself. I pushed the bag of food ahead of me, scooted in after, pulled the plastic down behind me and eyed what was on tonight’s menu. There was Lil’Petey, his legs pulled back, his bruised hole winking at me in hello – welcome – hop on board = all you eat smorgasbord buffet. In 30 seconds flat I was naked and banging his shit out as Lil’Petey hummed a little tune in time to the fucking he was getting from my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone.

I took my first Big Black Cock this week. I was super horny this week. I'm always horny but this was a whole level about my normal steady-state. I remembered this guy I blew once. Black married with a huge 10" cock of shiny black steel. I actually had a hard time going down on him as I recall. Not because of the length (my record was a true full 12" cock) but the girth on this thing was amazing. Took every ounce of patience (finding my happy place) to throat his cock. Any, in my frenzied state I thought of him because he had wanted to fuck me on our first meeting but I couldn't relax enough to take his dick. Did a search through my phone and found his number and texted him. Within 10 minutes he had texted me back and made plans to meet. Waiting for him to arrive I worked my ass with a toy and lots of lube. I wanted to make sure that I had a chance to physically be able to take his cock without being ripped apart. 30 minutes later he's at my door. His pants around his ankles by the time he's in my living room and he's fucking my face with his cock. I get him hard and he starts playing with my ass. He now knows I'm lubed and ready. He stands up and I look up into his eyes as he fucks my throat. Suddenly he pulls out and spins me around and pushes my head down so my ass is at the perfect angle and he sinks his thick black cock into my asshole. I flinch as he slides into me be he doesn't care or stop. He bottoms out in my asshole grunts and starts fucking me for real. Pounds me with his raw black dick for 10 minutes or so then he pulls out and spins me around again and makes me suck his cock. More like fucks my head for a few seconds and then he flips me around again and buries his black monster back in my asshole. 3 long hard strokes in my cunt and he unloads in my guts. Grunting like a wild man. Sounds like he spits his words at me "take it you fucking bitch take my cum." He pulls out wipes his cock on my lips and says he's got to get home. Pulls up his pants (still around his ankles) and leaves me in on all fours in the middle of the living room. I stayed that way for a few minutes playing with my gaping hole. Licking my fingers and tasting his cum. My itch was scratched.

I was horny as hell last night so I put an ad up looking for someone to seed my ass. Since I can't really host, I decided to do an anon scene in the backyard. Within a few minutes of the ad going up, I had a response from a guy who wasn't far off and understood the ad, that I was just a hole to get off in, no pics and shit needed. He agreed to come over, so I went into the backyard, to the spot I had told him, and bent over with my shorts pulled down so my ass was exposed. After a few minutes, I heard some leaves crunching and a hand on my ass. I heard him undoing his pants, so I reached back and stroked his cock to hardness. Once he was ready he pushed me over more and aligned his bare dick with my hole. About five minutes of pumping and he was ready to blow. He went balls deep and I felt his dick throbbing as he blew several jets of sperm into my hole. After he was done, he just zipped up and left. I went back inside and jerked off, my ass full of cum and I had no idea whose it was.

I woke up early Sunday morning, made some coffee, and got online to see who was cruising. By 7:00 a.m. when the laundry room in the basement of my apartment building opened I was horny and frustrated. I put on my black, Calvin Klein underwear briefs, black jeans, a t-shirt and my Nikes, got the dirty clothes out of the hamper and headed to the building’s basement where the laundry room was. No one is ever in there that time of day, but this morning when I walked in I immediately smelled the smoke of someone hitting a blunt, and fuck it smelled good. The laundry room is shaped like a big L, and as soon as I turned the corner I saw a 20 something guy sitting at the folding table, smoking, wearing a white t-shirt and running shorts, barefooted, headphones on and looking at his laptop. I nodded as I walked past him; glancing at his laptop and noted he was watching a porn. He paid me no mind, seemed not to care that he was smoking in a place where he could be caught by the building manager, and was engrossed watching some chick get banged raw by a big white dick. As I put my clothes in the washer, I kept glancing his way. He had thick black, wavy hair and looked like he was Italian, or Spanish with a nice build. I finished loading the machines, put my money in, started them and then turned and stepped closer to the guy and looked over his shoulder at the movie. I started rubbing my hardening dick and tried to get a contact off his smoke. The guy turned, saw me rubbing my dick, pulled the headphone off his right ear allowing me to faintly hear the action as he said, “What’s going on? Want a hit,” while he held out his blunt. I laughed and said, “Yeah, that shit smells great, but I shouldn’t, makes me horny as hell and I’m already worked up needing to get fucked.” He just smiled, nodded, took a long hit and held it, squeezing his eyes shut a little, and passed the blunt my way as he inclined his head. I shrugged, set my laundry detergent down, took the smoke and inhaled deep and slow, closing my eyes to enjoy the taste, heat, and gentle high. I took another hit, handed the blunt back, and started rubbing my dick as my hole ached to be fucked. I decided to risk it and said, “Damn, that’s good and fuck, now I’m even hornier. Look man, not sure what you get into and no offense, but if you want to bust your nutt, I would like to take it for you.” The guy exhaled, smiled and said, “OK, but I’m staying at my g… my friends.” My place was free, but I had a better idea. He closed his laptop, stood up, and followed me out of the laundry room. Right next to the laundry room is an old bathroom used only by the janitor. The metal orange door is dented, rusted, and has two signs on it, both of them hung crooked – ‘lavatory’ and ‘NO SMOKING.’ I opened the door, stepped in, and the guy followed me. I locked the door behind us, stepped around in front of him, dropped my pants and bent over, placing my hands on the sink and watched in the mirror as the guy held out his hand to offer me another hit. I took it and inhaled as he set his laptop down, pulled his shorts down and started stroking. I turned, handed the blunt back to him and watched in the mirror as he inhaled again and kept stroking with his right hand. I could not see his dick that well, but I was hard and dripping so I pulled my cheeks apart and waited. The guy started to push against my dry hole and his dick felt really thick. I pulled my cheeks apart as far as they would go as he pushed hard, forcing his dick up into my hole, raw and dry. I was ready to tell him to let me spit on it first when his dick head forced its way through my ass ring, scratching and pulling as he dry fucked me. I grunted a little, fuck he was thick! When I opened my eyes he was hitting the blunt again and working his hips to open me up. The blunt was just about used up when he tossed it into the sink in front of me, the smoking end slowly going out as my ass increasingly burned from the dry fuck. The guy pushed as deep as he could go and felt like he was maybe 8 inches or so. He grabbed my shoulders and started to fuck harder and faster, neither one of us saying a word as my hole ate him up. After about 5 minutes of steady ass slapping and fucking his pace picked up, his eyes closed, and I could feel his cock twitch and unload inside me. His body shook and his fingers gripped tight as he bred me before pulling his dick out while my ass resisted and tried to keep him in. He grabbed some toilet paper, wiped his dick off, tossed it into the sink too, pulled his shorts up, picked up his laptop, and left me bent over the sink. I could feel his load leaking out of my ass, and looking down and saw several gobs of thick, yellowish cum coating my Calvins. I pulled my pants up feeling the wetness of his load, and went back into the laundry room to see if he would like my number or wanted to come upstairs to my place and fuck some more. The laundry room was empty, so I went back to my apartment and got back online, letting the guys on BBRT know my ass was precummed and needed more. A couple hours later after two different tops had come by to breed me, I went back to the laundry room hoping he might me back there. He wasn’t, there were just a couple old ladies, so I walked the halls a bit and still nothing, and never did see him again, but sure did enjoy taking his load.

I have the same problem. Get diarrhoea relatively soon after. Is annoying if you are planning to take some cock as well, but also kind a hot as your body is reacting to your sluttiness...

Wednesday After Work Back at my desk I had a smile on my face and a rumbling in my guts. With nothing else at my desk to eat I drank the other bottle of water, it seemed to have some energy kick to it so I thought I would hold me over. The only problem was it started making me also bounce up and down in my office chair to work the plug in my ass. This would never work and I couldn’t take the time for a jerk session again with work to do. Then I remembered Tom’s relaxing files and popped in my ear buds an hit play. It was amazing again after like 5 min I calmed down and was able to get back to work. The weir ASMR like noises penetrated my head and soothed me. Before I knew it is was 5 o’clock and time to head out. Pretty happy I had gotten even ab it more than I meant to accomplished I packed up my briefcase and started out the door. Walking to my car was both great and difficult. The shifting plug in my ass kept send warm tingles to my cock which was leaking so much at this point I could feel it slip and sliding in the jock strap. I got in my car and another moan escaped from my lips and it pushed the plug nice and hard into me again. The drive home was uneventful, I had decided on the way home that instead of cardio tonight I needed to get some weight training in, so instead of going for a run with Tom and Mike I would head to my gym and do some muscle training. Waking up stairs I quickly stripped off my clothes and decided to rinse off the sweat from my earlier encounter before heading out. As I made my way through the bathroom I looked in the mirror and notice my scruffy face, hmm I need to fix that. Grabbing my clippers I started to trim my goatee, carefully working the edges before I would shave. I kept shaping it and fixing the edges, they never seemed to be straight. Then I thought back to earlier and what I would look like without it. I hadn’t shaved my face totally in around 6 years. Fuck it no time like the present and change is always good. The clippers move over my and so I was completely gone. I lathered up and began to shave, the boar bristle brush felt great on my skin and the sandalwood soap I use always smells great. Before I knew it I was all done, looking at the guy in the mirror I was impressed with how much younger I looked and how great my face was. But I looked off a bit. Here was this youthful face with the deep hairy chest and bush, that just looks weird, I thought. Picking the clippers back up I started working them over my body, striping of my once cherished chest hair, leg hair, bits crotch everything got clippered. Now that looked a lot better. Standing there I looked young and fit. It really helped show off all the hard work I was doing. My cock liked it too as a large amount of precum had dripped on the sink counter making a small pool. Not one to let anything go to waste I bent down a quickly licked I up. The taste was delicious and I savored it in my mouth before swallowing it. I ran my hand over my almost hairless body and love it. The feel of my skin so much closer now. It made me wonder…..Digging under the sink I found what I was looking for. My wife hated any body hair on her so she always had some of the hair stripping stuff. A quick look at the direction said it was perfect for my bikini area, since I don’t have one of those I’ll just assume that I can put it on my balls. I ran some down my arms, chest, balls, legs, ass, even my hands and feet. The stuff smelled weird and kind of burned but I stood there covered in with goo for a solid 20 min while I waited for it to work. When the time was up I went and turned on the shower and got in. The water felt amazing washing that stuff of and I was shocked and how much hair was circling the daring. The water felt different, no longer hitting the impasse of my body hair it glided over my skin feeling like sating running down my body. I got out and toweled off, the nakedness of being hairless was exhilarating . I looked at myself in the mirror and marvels. No hair , not a single one. I hadn’t looked like this since I was 10. My cock looked gigantic huge and pulsing, a pearl of precum leaked out and my finger quickly brought it to my mouth, before I could get to into what I was doing I reminded myself I needed to get my ass in gear and hit the gym. Throwing on a jock compression shorts and a tank I headed out to build some muscle…..

Tuesday Run and Bedtime Making my way over to the house I rang the bell and was greeted by Tom who handed me a bottle of water. “Here I made another one for ya so you don’t have to use the ones we gave you right away” Not wanting to let on I had already drank some I quickly drained the bottle while Tom watched smiling to himself. “Hey I was kind of sore after last night wanna help me stretch out a bit before we run?” Tom asked as he go down on the floor and stretched his legs straight in front of him. Thinking nothing of it I got down and mirrored his position and started to pull him forward. The water was already starting to warm me up and making my hole throb. The butt plug pushed harder in my ass as I was sitting on their tiled floor. A slight moan escaped my lips and I hoped that Tom didn’t hear me. I heard Mike coming down the stairs as Tom started to pull me toward him stretching my back out and making me bend almost in half. I felt my tank top rising up showing the top of my ass. “Well Tom I guess you win the bet” Mike chuckled Tom just smiled and informed him he would collect later tonight. We finished the stretch and got up off the floor and made our way to the door. The doctored water was definitely making a difference. I could feel all my muscles and just wanted to get out and start using them. The plug in my ass was making me leak and fuck it was amazing. We took off on the same route, I started panting and sweaty almost groaning with each step as my ass shifted and clenched. My body moving and sweating, dripping down my face I was having a a harder time keeping pace with my new friends. The plug was so distracting. My cock was so hard and I was thankful for the compression shorts to keep it in. Once again as we made our way back they both started to sprint as we re-entered the forest. Trying to keep up with them I ran faster, the plug shifting in my ass more and more, hitting my prostate, the shorts rubbing the rough material of the jock over my cock head. Oh fuck OH FUCK FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK before I could do anything an orgasm rippled through my body. I grabbed a tree to steady myself, my hole spasmed and twisted, I panicked feeling the plug force from my body. Fuck fuck fuck fuck luckily the shorts kept it lodge aimed at my ass. Walking a few feet I spotted a bench and before I could second guess the decision I sat down hard. The plug popped back in sending me into another orgasm. Gasping and grunting and blushing I felt dirty and wrong but so happy. I Jogged the rest of the way back to Mike and Toms, I entered their place and made my way upstairs to the guest bath. I heard noises from the their bedroom that let me know exactly what the bet was for. Blushing I made my way to the bathroom stripping my sweaty clothes off. The stolen jock now drenched in cum and sweat. I got in the shower and managed to get the plug out. My ass felt empty but also amazing. I had never had anything in that long. I set the plug on the soap dish and finished washing. Coming out of the shower I looked at the plug and wondered what to do with it. There was not lube left. Making a quick call I buried it in the back of the under the sink shelf. I figured since they used it for guests I could just pick it up on another visit. Exiting into the main room my blood ran cold, on the bed were my clothes form the other night cleaned and washed, but the dirty ones were missing. Maybe I could lie and say it was my jock and we just had the same taste……fuck fuck fuck. I got dressed and made my way downstairs to Tom and Mike sitting at the kitchen island. Mike passed me some water, I took a sip and tasted the now familiar bitterness and carefully only drank a bit of it . I wasn’t sure how much was safe. The once again invited me to dinner but I begged off saying I wanted to get back to my pace and use the hot tub my wife had insisted we install. I could definitely use the soak. Before leaving Tom reminded me to try using the relaxation tracks he had made for me to help me sleep. Mike looked up with a knowing smile as I shut the door behind me to a shout of “same time tomorrow” Making my way home I stripped as some as I got in , threw on some trunk swim briefs quickly loaded the tracks from the flash drive to my phone and made my way to the hot tub. Booting up the first of 9 tracks , each one was about 45 min, I put in my ear buds and listened. Seemed like some nice ASMR delta wave hippy stuff one of my friends had told me about once. I closed my eyes and started to just drift. After about 15 minutes I felt extremely relaxed and the hot tub had finished a cycle. Taking that as A hint I got out, went to the outside shower we had just for rinsing off and then went upstairs, stripped off my trunks and slid into bed. Putting the earbuds back in I fell quickly asleep. My dreams were really weird but I woke up feeling amazing and refreshed and made my way to the bathroom…..

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.

Part 1 It was going to be a great day! I had just turned 18 two days ago, I was graduating from high school in the afternoon and I was going to a huge party that night with my girlfriend Emily, my best friend Paul, and his girlfriend Linda. First let me tell you about myself. My name is Caleb. I’m the youngest of four boys in a very religious and close family. I was home schooled until high school and then went to a high school operated by our church. I guess you could call me the nerdy type. I am 5’11’’, I weigh about 160 pounds, . My hair was blond and shaggy. I loved to swim so I guess I had what you would call a ”swimmers build”. My girlfriend Emily said most girls thought I was cute, in a “nerdy” way. Emily was my age and we had been seeing each other all through high school. Emily was very pretty. We both were religious and never took our relationship beyond the handholding and occasional kiss phase. We both believed that any sexual contact should remain off limits until we married. We were very naïve about the real world. Paul was my best friend. We had known each other since we were little kids and were inseparable. If I was a nerd, Paul was a “super nerd”. He is about 5’6’’ and weighs 130 pounds. He has a pale complexion with shaggy red hair. Paul even wears the typical thick rimmed glasses. Paul could easily be mistaken for being 13 or 14 years old. Paul’s girlfriend Linda is very shy. I don’t think they had even held hands let alone kiss. They both are even more naive than Emily and me, if that is possible. I have always considered myself total straight and never even thought about "fooling around" with a guy. It was against what I believed and besides I was saving myself for Emily. Tonight was going to change our lives in so many ways and I we were completely unaware. All four of us were graduating together, so after our graduation ceremony, Emily and I met up with Paul and Linda and we attended receptions put on by our parents and by 9:00 pm it was time to head to the party. We were all nervous but excited about the party. Many kids from our class were attending and we knew there would probably be alcohol and maybe more available there. Paul and I had only snuck a few beers in our life and both of the girls had never tried alcohol. Linda said she would go but would not drink but the rest of us had decided to have fun and celebrate our “big accomplishment”. The party was taking place at a remote farm about ten miles from town. When we arrived there were dozens of kids already partying, many from our school and many I didn’t recognize. The farmhouse was huge and there was a very large swimming pool and hot tub in the backyard along with many picnic tables. There was a huge bonfire in a fire pit. Everybody had contributed money to attend so there was beer, liquor, soft drinks and food. All four of us had packed bathing suits and we noticed nearly everyone there was already in their suits and enjoying the pool and hot tub on a very warm night. We went inside to change and were directed to two bedrooms in the back. The house was beautiful and I was surprised anyone would let such a party take place in it. When we got outside after changing I asked around about who owned the home. I was told it was two former graduates from another local school who were great football players and had even played in the NFL before getting hurt. They were now successful businessmen and agreed each year to allow the party on their property. Their only stipulation was that no one leave drunk and that they be allowed to join the party later in the evening. A friend of Emily’s led us back into the house and showed us a picture of the two owners. They were both stunningly handsome shirtless black men appearing to be in their early-forties. They were both about 250 pounds of solid rippling muscle. They looked like Greek gods. I heard Emily gasp when she saw the picture. “They are beautiful”, she whispered. I thought it odd that these two men would own the house together, but I didn’t pursue the matter further. We went outside and found the beer and alcohol and the three of us grabbed a beer and headed to the pool. The beer was flowing fast and furious and Paul and I matched each other drink for drink. We were definitely feeling the effects About an hour had passed when we heard the owners had arrived along with a nephew of one of the guys. A few minutes later they appeared: all three were shirtless and wore basketball shorts. Their photographs didn't do them justice. My school didn’t have any African American students, so we had little exposure to black men. They were the most beautiful men I had ever seen. Jordan was the biggest and appeared to be in his early forties. His muscles seemed to pop from his body. Emily commented that his thighs were bigger than my waist. He had closely cut hair and an incredibly handsome face. He had only one tattoo I could see. It was an odd design around his navel. James appeared to be about the same age but wasn’t as big but he had a perfectly defined chest with an eight pack of abs and the same odd tattoo. He had his hair in dreadlocks. Aaron, who turned out to be Jordan’s nephew was about in his early 20’s, swimmers build like me and the face of a model. He too had the same tattoo. We were introduced to them and they seemed very interested in us. Jordan put his arm around me and James put his arm around Paul and asked if we were having fun. We looked so small next to them but they really seemed to like us and we talked for a while. Aaron meanwhile seemed to really be interested in Emily which was making me jealous but I knew she was not going to screw up our relationship. Linda just stood and watched as we all talked. After a few minutes, Jordan suggested we all go to the hot tub. We all grabbed beer and headed over. The hot tub was huge. It could easily handle 20 people and there were about 10 people in there. We climbed in and Jordan made sure to sit next to me and James next to Paul. Aaron got there a few minutes later and maneuvered himself in next Emily. Linda said she didn’t feel good and said she was going to lie down in the car. After a few minutes somebody brought out a bong, a device of which I had heard, but never actually before seen. Everybody in the tub started passing it around and taking “hits” off it. When it came to me, Jordan showed me and Paul and Emily how to do it. I took two hits and suddenly I was feeling pretty relaxed. The marijuana and the beer were really making me feel good. I leaned back and suddenly felt Jordan put his hand on my leg. I couldn’t see it because of the foam in the tub but it felt massive and he slowly began rubbing my upper thigh. I looked over at Paul and could tell by the look on his face that James was doing the same to him. Jordan then reached under the water and grabbed my hand and placed it on his massive thigh. You could feel the muscles under his smooth skin and I began to rub him. I saw Jordan look at James and wink. get his backpack from the house. Aaron asked Emily to go so they could bring back more beer and she agreed. As soon as they left, Jordan yelled “It’s time to party!” He shifted in the water and then next thing I knew he was holding his shorts in his hand and tossing them out on the grass. James removed his shorts immediately as did several other guys and girls in the pool. James turned to Paul and me and said “What about you two?” Neither of us made a move so they took action. They reached down and grabbed us by our waist and lifted us with one hand while stripping our suit with the others. The next thing I knew I was back in the tub totally naked with Jordan’s massive arm around me. I looked over at Paul who looked totally in shock and appeared to be sitting on James’s lap. Aaron showed up at that moment, but Emily had remained back at the house to use the bathroom. Jordan reached in to the pack and pulled out two bottles and tossed one to James. They took the covers off and put it up to our nose and said breath it in. I did twice and felt like I was flying. I felt Jordan put his hand on my stomach and slowly rub me. He moved his hand down to my penis and took it in his hand. I realized then that I was getting hard. He pressed his face against my neck and began nipping it with his teeth. I moaned slightly and when I did he turned my face to his and I kissed a man for the first time in my young life. His tongue played with my tongue and without thinking I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. I heard a moan from behind and saw Paul lying with his head on James’s shoulder. It was obvious that Paul was being touched under the water and was enjoying it. Suddenly I felt something brush my leg. I reached and felt his penis for the first time. It was massive. I couldn’t imagine a man having a penis that large. Jordan smiled and stood up. I was face to face with penis at least 10 inches long but its width was stunning. There was a large metal ring piercing the tip of it. I didn’t think such a thing was possible. I heard several people in the tub as well as some people who were now watching the four of us, gasp when they saw it. “Taste it!” he told me. I obeyed and opened my mouth. It was so big I could barely get it in but Jordan slowly helped me taste my first penis. “Your turn baby” I heard James say and I turned around to see Paul licking the tip of James’s penis. James was not as massive as Jordan but was longer. He had to be at least 13 to 14 inches long. Paul was mesmerized by it all. They both grabbed the poppers bottles again and took a hit of their own. Then they shoved the bottle under our nose and we both inhaled. I knew then that I was really starting to enjoy this and wasn’t going to try and stop whatever was happening. Suddenly we were both picked up by our two Greek gods and carried to a picnic table. I felt so small in his huge arms as he carried me. His body felt warm against mine and I reached and rubbed his muscled chest. He pulled me tight against him and began to kiss me again. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in. Aaron, who was also now naked, was there at the table spreading a blanket on it. We were both placed gently on table next to each other.

I got pozzed the day after my 35th birthday... ok, ok, I was chasing it for a couple of years. I needed that bug in my hole so damn bad! It really did free my hole and soul to finally be able to fuck completely bareback, and finally without that nagging little voice that freaked her ever loving shit every time I took an anon cock. I remember talking to so many fellow chasers on the forums, and I figured once I bugged up, it would be a free for all of Buggery! I'm not sure where the shortage is... Gifting tops or Chasing bottoms? Before my conversion, it was damn near IMPOSSIBLE to find an unmedicated top gifter that was not shooting those wretched blanks! Now, after having had my fuck flu for thanksgiving last year... I find myself with a shortage of holes to convert! Even with a silent HIV epidemic going on in Kern County, its a challenge to find those tender clean holes to destroy! Sure we have the stealthers around here, and the "I didnt know" bi married guys... but where are my horny slutty bugchasers at?? Was i the only one around here? Im even staying purely unmedicated so i can (Hopefully) become as notorious as BBSeroMan in his continuing count of confirmed conversions! (BBSeroMan 4 Prez!) Well, since there seems to be a lack of need around my area, I'm going to broaden my horizons a bit more... If there are any desperate NEG holes out there, that need their bug, we can discuss, and plan, for you to take a trip to me out here in Central CA (we have an airport) OR if you have the means financially, I would be willing to be "invited" over to deliver it personally, and probably even just stick around breeding and/or bloodslamming you till i'm sure youre pregnant with my AIDS baby! Fingers crossed that I can finally get what it was that I was really chasing after... a firstborn Son, and an entire bloodline to claim as my own

Part 1 – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me High, Fucks me Higher: I first met Warren in the story - The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out – Part 2 THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN. Dwayne and Malcolm and had pimped me out and invited Warren over who got me high, then fucked the shit out of me. Warren was black, about 25 or so, taller than me but skinny, with his hair braided in long neat rows, baseball cap tilted to the side, close cropped beard, no shirt on and white t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket when I met him. He had lots of tattoos and showed up with some white kid that he told me he had infected and was killing with his cum as he loaded me up with his toxic load in my ass. It had been several days since my weekend with those boys and a lot had happened. Dr Mike had me quit my job, given me a contract to work for him, and set me out to find more of the nastiest infected dick and cum that the city had to offer as I had to elevate my treatment program. I had told Dr Mike about Warren and he said I needed to take a trip to Franklin Square and make sure my biohazard ass got used well and good by his crew– no limits beyond no fisting. Franklin Square is a park in the center of downtown DC, several blocks from the White House. High-priced law firms, fancy restaurants, and offices surround the Square, but the park itself is pretty rundown and the hangout of choice for a number of the city’s homeless and drug dealers. I went to Franklin Square a couple times, walked around, and finally after asking several guys, was directed to an alley behind a high-class office building that housed one of the largest political lobbying groups in the city. I could see Warren had a couple guys working for him dealing drugs who were posted at ends of the alley by the big yellow, metal bollards that protected the edges of the buildings from any trucks that might accidently hit them. The guys took care of most of business at the ends of the alley, sending a runner back to the loading dock where I was told Warren camped out to get what was needed. Folks in the park said there was always a couple other guys hanging around with Warren who were there to protect the stash and that they were all bad motherfuckers and no one to trifle with. Unlike most alleys, this one was a dead end as it opened into a small “L” shaped lot behind the building, big enough for delivery trucks to drive in and back up to the dock and just a couple cars to park, so no one went back there who wasn’t meant to be there. The only other way out was a gated walkway between two buildings on the other side that was also covered by some of Warren’s boys. I decided to try the alley, approached one of the guys, and told him I was there to see Warren. He said, “I don’t know no one named Warren, now you here to do some business or if not, step the fuck off.” I shook my head and said, “Look man, Warren invited me personally for his own business, so unless you want me to start hollering his name to get his attention, maybe you could send your friend back to tell him I am here?” The guy nodded to the runner kid who took off and was back within a minute. The kid nodded, and the guy let me pass. Even though it was about 3:30 p.m., the alley was fairly dark due to the tall buildings and I could see that Warren was waiting for me in the middle of the alley, with a couple other guys, all young, as I approached. He laughed and shook his head and said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth, “Well well well, if it ain’t my little white slut. Look boys, this here’s the cunt I was telling you about, what brings you down to Franklin Square?” Even though there were no windows in the backs of the buildings, I was nervous and did not really feel like talking in the middle of the alley, so asked if we could speak someplace more private. Warren looked around, smiled, nodded towards the loading dock and I followed him up the stairs. There were a couple folding chairs, a small box between them with a couple black dinner plates full of cigarette butts, a college dorm sized-fridge full of beer and liquor with a big orange extension cord running to a side wall, and a beat up radio with a wad of aluminum foil on the end of the antenna playing mostly static with the occasional clip of music. Warren sat, pulled out a baggy, dumped some cigarette butts off a plate, poured out some lines and offered them to me along with a well used rolled up dollar bill. I sniffed the lines, felt the burn kick in and the rush and sat back and let out a big breath. Damn!! That shit made me horny just like that! Warren took a hit and I asked him, “Isn’t it kind of risky being back here? What if someone comes out of the building? What about the guards?” He snorted, wiped his nose and said, “Some of my best customers work in this building, and more close by, so prime real estate and they get all their deliveries early in the morning. The guards – shit – they just boys from the hood that they pay minimum wage to sit on their ass and walk the halls once every 2 hours. A little green, a little weed, some pussy of any flava on the side and these boys are no worry. Frankly they look out for us, part of the protection crew.” The plate was offered to me again, and I realized I wanted to be all in and not beat around the bush, so did another line as Warren asked me again, “So, why you down my way?” I looked Warren square in the eye and said, “Just trying to be a white slut for your cum, and you promised you could get me as much of it as I wanted, so how bout it BOY – you think you can get your shit up?” Warren laughed, set the plate down and walked over by a stack of wooden pallets that had been covered with old, blue moving blankets. I followed and looked behind the pallets at the pretty good-sized area that was partially enclosed by them and a cinder block wall that jutted out. The area was about 15x10 feet and the concrete floor was covered by a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes with a couple more moving blankets strewn about. There were some old condoms scattered around, cigarette butts, used needles, and a bottle of rum, so this place clearly saw regular use for all kinds of shit. While I was taking this in, Warren unbuckled his jeans and as his 11-inch dick plopped out. He whacked it a couple times to wake his monster up and said, “GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT I GOT UP!” I stepped closer, gave Warren a cocky smile, spit twice on his dick, and said, “Yeah yeah, all I am hearing is talk man, just talk.” Warren snarled at me while I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them around my ankles, and braced my hands on my knees. He shook his head and said, “Get those damn things off, I want you naked like a good slut should be,” Warren spat out. He then tried spitting on my hole, but hit my back. He spit in his hand instead and shoved a wet finger up my ass. “Oh yeah, feel that nice pink hole grab my finger – damn! You know what I like, now push that shit out so I can see what I get to run up in,” Warren said. He then stepped away from me and hollered, “Yo Tommy, bring my plate over to me!” and stepped back and spit and gave me two fingers. He was fingering my ass when I heard someone walk up. The other guy did not say a word, but Warren snorted, snorted again, rolled his wet fingers on the plate and coated them in white. As Warren then shoved his coated fingers in my pink hole giving me a Franklin Square Special, Tommy walked over in front of me. I glanced side ways at him as he came around. He was tall, skinny, had on jeans, Timberland boots, black t-shirt, and braids with a long, scraggly beard and a nice smile as he held out the plate for me with his right hand. I took the dollar bill, which now had a pretty wet end from going in Warren’s nose. I sniffed two lines, set the bill back and braced myself as the shit in my nose and up my ass hit me and I was feeling good and fucked up. “Come on man, what are you doing back there? Trying to knit or what?” I said as I laughed. Warren’s other hand flashed out and SLAM, slapped my ass, “Shut the fuck up! Tommy, let me see that plate, going to get this fucker flying so you and me can get buck wild up on that hole, you hear me? He likes it shoved up his little pink hole, damn look at that!!! That pink hole gets nice and red and puckers right up tight!!! Jesus fuck! Wanna see me fuck him Tommy? Wanna see me tear up that hole? Huh Tommy? Wanna?” As Warren continued babbling to I began to wonder if this guy named Tommy was his friend that he said was locked up in the Prince George’s County jail. My ass was burning hot now and I started to move away from Warren a little when – SLAM – he slapped me again and said, “Damn it! Just stay the fuck where you at. I am going to so fucking beat that ass red later, but right now got a hot load of jizz to shove up your shitter. Give me that hole!” With that Warren slammed his dick into my resisting hole. His 11-inch black raw dick tore my skin as he forced through my ass ring. My ass burned more intently as his dick worked the white powder into my open hole. “GIVE ME THAT BLACK SNAKE, COME ON NOW, JUST FUCK IT, FUCK IT! MAKE THAT SNAKE SPIT, MAKE IT SPIT,” I SAID AS I URGED WARREN ON. “YEAH? YOU WANT THAT GUTTA SNAKE SPITTING UP IN THAT ASS PUSSY? BRUISE THAT HOLE GOOD FOR YOU? GONNA FUCK ROUGH YOU BITCH, GET YOU READY TO MAKE ME SOME MONEY, RIGHT? THAT WHAT YOU WANT? I’M GONNA RUN A TRAIN OF NASTY DICK UP DEEP INTO THAT ASS” WARREN PROMISED. “WANNA MAKE THIS MONEY MAN SOME CASH WITH A TORN UP PINK PUSSY? OH YEAH, THAT’S IT, PUSH BACK ON IT, SHOW ME YOU WANT IT, PUSH BACK, OPEN THAT HOLE, OPEN THAT HOLE, TAKE MY FUCKING CUM, TAKE MY FUCKING AIDS CUM YOU FILTHY SLUT!!!! Warren bred me dirty, raw, and nasty and filled me with a hot thick load of his infected cum. He pulled out of my ass and I turned around to lick him clean, but before I could Tommy got on one knee, leaned in, and sucked Warren to the hilt without blinking. No gag reflex in that throat at all – fuck! He must have learned that happy little trick in prison. Warren saw me looking at Tommy in awe, laughed, and said, “Don’t get it twisted, Tommy here is all man and will fuck you till Sunday with a big black dick just a large as mine, but back here, he’s my bitch and I need to remind him now and again of his place.” Tommy finished cleaning Warren’s dick of my ass juice, Warren zipped up and said, “You two hang and enjoy yourselves a bit. I got some business to take care of and will send the boys out to pass the word that we looking for nasty, raw, and get-up-in-that-hole dick, so come place your order.” Warren chuckled as he said the last part and then headed down the concrete steps to meet up with the other boys. STAY TUNED FOR PART 2- Tommy the Freak and the Train Begins

I have had a fantasy for a while, to be taken by a guy to a sauna (or sex club where ever) and have them decide who fucks me and how (with/without rubber, rough etc). My job often takes me around the UK so was wondering if anyone knows of a place (don't want to do it near home in case I know anyone there LOL) and if I am in that area maybe help me fulfil this fantasy?

Hi, I'm Calvin and I would say I'm straight. However I once had a dream that I had bareback sex with a guy and it has always turned me on whenever I think about this dream. All I remember is my cock being totally lubed up, and a guy who had a perfect big juicy tanned ass was on all fours in front of me, his hole was perfectly lubed up as well and he just backed into me. My long, thick and hard cock struggled to enter his hole at first, and then there was a pop and the head went in, and then the rest of it dissapeared inside his ass, and we kept on going. The dream was so vivid it was incredible, strings of lube went from the base of my cock to his ass as he backed up and moved forward, my balls ached at how tight, warm and wet he was. And then I unleashed a huge creamy load deep in his ass, and kept my cock in until it began to got semi hard. I pulled out and a stream of my hot white cum just trickled out of his asshole. Since then I've always wanted to re-enact that dream. I came across this forum and thought I would share. I can upload some pictures of my cock if people want to see it I don't know how this forum works but I hope you enjoyed my story.

I had the following situation on the weekend. Was in a darkroom trying to take loads (already had three) when this hot guy walked in (muscular, fit, 6ft, South American, 31, amazing cock). We fucked a bit, but he said he didn't want to cum just yet and wanted to take a shower. I followed him and we proceeded to fuck for two hours. He only came in me twice (so not much juice for my hole), but the sex was just amazing... What would you have done? Gone with the stud or collect as many loads as possible?

Anything that's both nonconsentual and harmful. Anything else is fine.

My record is 25 or more (but not quite 30) one night in Rawhide in New Orleans. (It was Southern Decadence, I was younger and cuter, wearing nothing but jeans, cowboy boots ... and I was willing to suck off ANYBODY, even when the crowd changed from Gay professionals on vacation like me to local ghetto thugs.) I went back the next afternoon! and the next night, and the next afternoon, and the next night ... and I did not feel sick from all that cum, though I must admit I wore a lot of it in my beard rather than swallowing all of it. I did get off walking around with it from my beard to my tits. It even seeped down to my bellybutton and filled it to overflowing. ROFL. I was (am) such a fuckin slut! Now back home, I hit the dirty bookstores almost every single day. See how many I can do. Again, I don't get a stomachache or diarrhea. (Now gono in my throat and crabs in my beard? Those are nice and humiliating in the public clinic.)

Brings back memories. A few years ago there bottom I hooked up with on regular basis who was partnered and always met me in his darkened back yard. I don't think I ever got a decent look at his face.

I frequently cum from a good fucking but always provide full service and let him keep fucking until he cums in me. When I cum before the top I always let him know to keep going and the fuck is not over until his cum is in my ass. Feel the same way. Sex should be fun for both the top and bottom and they should both get out of it what they need. If I cum before the top it's my own fault for losing control and I still need to give him what he needs. Besides, my cumming is only 1/2 of the reason I bottom. The other 1/2 is being a cumdump and taking his load. Even if I've already cum, it's still a hot experience to take his load. My favorite way to cum too. Definitely the best if we're in sync and I can cum while he is shooting his load inside me. I have yet to find a top who doesn't enjoy the feeling of my anal contractions on his cock as he is cumming and I love the feeling of his pulsing cock inside me as I shoot my own load.

I love being fucked in a sling, legs up, ass lubed, and then some random guy comes along and just slips it in. No talk, no figuring out if its raw or not. Just in, fuck, cum, leave. Next guy... I love it. It is bareback in its purest form.

Thx guys.... I started a new thread.... there I will continue the Hunt. Sadly enough I wrote it at 3 am and I was sort of tired already. This means, although the story is titled .... a new destination, I accidently named the thread .... a new direction. Oh well.... mistaked happen.... hope you enjoy it anyway and hit the 'like' button please - if you like it....

UPDATE... A buddy (Jerry) heard about my trip and is joining me for the LA to Albuquerque portion. We have a guy joining us at San Bernardino...he will be with us until Barstow. Another will be joining us from Needles to Winslow and a third from Gallup to Albuquerque. The best things about playin' on a train...the bathroom is in the room...there is always hot water...and lots of clean towels! Holler if you want to join me in Albuquerque after 4 PM September 4 until Noon September 5...or on the trip from Albuquerque back to LA.

I usually want them up my ass, but I love swallowing loads too. Once had a guy I met online come over, about an hour later than he said he'd be there, and he didn't fit his description--hairier, heavier, a little older, and not all that pleasant. But he had a pretty big dick thick, and had thick coarse hair growing up his shaft. He kept his teeshirt and boxers on dick hanging through the slit. I started sucking and I can get off on dirty talking but this guy was more rude than dirty talk. I just wanted it to be over and done--although the thick hairy dick was nice to savor. I told him I didn't want to be bred, wanted his load in my mouth and he said ok but he'd just fuck me a little raw. He was pounding, talking shit as he fucked me, and his huge foreskin could be felt in my guts, coarse hairy dick scratching my ass lips. I reminded him to give me his load orally and let me clean his foreskin and he said ok. Eventually he's holding me down talking about pigfucking my cunt and I could tell he's getting close, give another reminder to let me swallow his cum and he pins me down and shouts, "shut the fuck up, I fuck pighole how I want cunt" and starts spewing a lot inside me. He kept grunting and shooting cum in me, I'm pinned under him and can't move, but he seemed to enjoy forcing me to take his cum. I had such mixed feelings. I wanted to throw up thinking this slob just bred me, yet his cock was hot, hurt a little, and my ass was juicy wet and burning. He laid on top of my back still in my asshole, breathing heavy, dick throbbing. About 20 minutes later he starts stirring and he's fucking me again, I'm trying to hold the cum inside my hole, he doesn't say a word, and I'm trying to wiggle out from under him. He steps up his fuck and gets rough again, finally saying he's not going anywhere and he has to make sure I'm pregnant so I don't forget him. He slaps my face every so often calling me a worthless whore who doesn't deserve his dick, I'm lucky he's using me. He's hurting me but it's a turnoff also. He finally cums jamming deep with every spurt, stays inside again breathing heavy for about 5 minutes. Then he gets up, still wearing his boxers and teeshirt dick hanging out and he dresses quickly, tells me to just lay there so he can look at my pighole and admire how he used me. He grabbed me by the face inches away looking at me and says to keep his fucking shit up my ass so I'll be wet when he comes back after having a few beers. or there will be hell to pay. He looked pretty convincing and wasn't sure what to do--go away? Lock doors and don't answer it if he returns? Almost two hours later he texts me and asks if he can leave more cum in my guts. I said yes. He was over in 15 minutes reeking of beer, was sweeter but still rough, hardly talked and fucked me again then asked me nicely to clean his foreskin off of cum. I sucked on that thing like it was a last meal. He left, screen name changed, never saw him again.

I was 13 and discovered the public toilets down the road from my school were a beat. I'd go in my school uniform and stand at the urinal doing my best to look as innocent as possible and act like I had no idea what was going on. There would be 4 or 5 guys there, from late 20's up to early 50's, with their cocks out, big meaty mens cocks, or that's how they all looked to me. My heart would be beating so hard with a mixture of excitement and fear. It was a big turn on standing there with those men pulling their cocks and eyeing me off. It felt great! The first few times I went I would just jerk off and leave in a hurry as soon as I'd cum; feeling disgusted at what I'd done and swearing I'd never go back....lol (it was a catholic school I went to). But I couldn't help myself. After a couple of weeks I decided to go again and let a random man take me in his car back to his house and once inside he pulled down my pants, put me on his kitchen table, held me down with all his weight, stuck his raw cock inside me and fucked me really hard until he blew in my ass. He didn't say a word and I went home with his load still up my butt. and jerked off about 3 times that night thinking back over the whole thing.

This is a great questions and I believe the answer is different with the experience of the bottom. I started out wanting larger cocks and shying away from the smaller ones. As I go down the path toward total cum pig the size is becoming less and less important. ~

Part 2: AIDs Bone – Wrecker – POZ – the boy’s begging for my load exposed something primal in me. A newfound need was exposed like the ragged edges of flesh from a scab pulled away too soon and the only way to soothe the sharp hurt was to take it out on his sorry faggy ass. I had already gaped the youngin and got $50 in my pocket for it, and now the beast in me demanded more to sate my hunger. Did the pretty boy beg for me to stop? Probably. Did the pretty boy beg for me not to fuck so hard? Definitely. Did the pretty get what he wanted? No, he got what he deserved – my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. With a final grunt I blew another load into a wet, shredded hole in the ABS. The pretty boy was still gasping in pleasure, pain, and desire as he held out his hand full of goodies from his stuffed pockets and let me take what I desired. A crumpled $100 he got for sucking some old white dude probably, and a bus pass, and a few other things I knew I could trade, and I was driven to find my next victim. I tucked my slime covered dick away, brushed past the eager crowd waiting in the hall, and made my way out front. The skanky clerk was still ready his trashy magazine when I came out from the back. He looked at me and could tell I was a man needing to breed and before he could make an offer I laid out my terms, “I want to settle up. My tab is wiped clean and I get to come and go anytime I please. Give me one of those membership pass things. In return – (and for dramatic affect I unzipped my pants and hauled out my semi-hard, still ass slime covered black dick) – I got two more loads at least I got to bust. You can run, cry, whateva the fuck I don’t care, but my nutt is going in your ass – NOW!” OMFG the look on his skank face as his eyes bulged, he swallowed hard, his hands shook, and he glanced around to see if anyone else was in the ABS right then as he had that look of, “Did you just hear what I heard? Is that right?” – HA! I stepped up onto the little stage behind the counter that his stool was perched on, my man stink thick and dark like my dick, and casually set my now swollen meat on his forearm and asked, “So you in?” As I was waiting for his reply one of the coughing fits came on and I hacked a loogie right onto the floor at the foot of his stool and waited. A few hems, haws, and we had an agreement. I don’t like owing nobody nothing and tonight’s fuck would take care of my ABS debt and set me up for getting in and out anytime I wanted. I don’t trust folks no more and asked the clerk if the other folks that worked there would give me shit about the pass and he laughed and told me no, he was the fucking owner too – who knew? I didn’t want to go back into the booths, so while I waited for him to wrap up and hand off to the next clerk, I sat outside on the stoop next door and smoked and welcomed the heat. While I sweated like a bitch, it did seem to keep the cough at bay. A couple cigs later the owner came out of the ABS and tried to strike up a friendly chat, but this was business, so I waved him to step back and then followed several paces behind as he led me to his walk up a few blocks away. His apartment was not big or fancy and maybe had been nice in 1950. Guess owning an ABS is not the way to make bucks. He told me to make myself comfortable and when I asked for the john so I could take a piss he was on his knees in 2 seconds flat, mouth open, and well hell, I filled his gut with two kidney’s worth of rankness. I asked if he wanted me to wash up or anything and he told me no, he liked musky dudes, real men, hated cologne and deodorant and shit, and I was with him on that. Fucking faggys and pretty boys smelled like a flower mart. I lit up a cigarette, set my t-shirt on the back of the wood chair to give some cushion against the bones that jutted out of my spine when the ABS owner said, “You know, I might be able to set you up with some clients. Pass folks your way at the store if you’d work for me, nothing big, just a small cut of what you make.” I shook my head no, I was not looking for no pimp. He tried another tact, “OK, OK, well how about moving some product for me? Some of the guys do that for me. Little bits – nothing big mind you – don’t need the men in blue coming down on me – but just bits to keep folks happy.” I shook my head no again, stamped out the cigarette on the old plate he had set down for me to use as an ashtray, stood up, dropped my pants, and pointed to a spot in front of me. I let a few mouthfuls of tobacco spit slick the dried slime on my 10-inch black dick as the ABS owner scrambled for some lube, condoms, towels, and even set a cock ring on the table. What the fuck? Did I look like I needed that grandpa shit to keep hard? Two nutts down and my dick was brick and dripping. He bent over in front of me, his hands braced on a built in bookshelf that lined the wall that was full of little figurines, pictures, and granny nick-knacks. I lobbed some more tobacco spit onto my hand and jammed my finger in his crack. He cried out, stepped away, and that just pissed me off. All my anger, frustration, and fucked up shit came racing back up and I needed to let it out. “OH NO, PLEASE DON’T, NOT YET, LET ME GET USED TO IT!” the ABS owner cried out as I pushed him against the bookshelf and drove my dick into ass. He was pretty dry and I knew it would tear him up good and that made my dick start streaming some nasty cum. He continued blabbering, “NOT RAW – NO NOT RAW – I ONLY FUCK SAFE – YOU BEEN TESTED RIGHT? YOU NEG?” What the fuck ever. He owned a God damn adult video store where hustlers and street trade got down and busy, he was taking it raw no matter what. His body stiffened and went into shock as my 10 inches busted through his outer ring and drove through the second hole. “YOU JUST A FAGGY FOR THIS AIDSBONE DICK AIN’T YOU? THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT AIN’T IT? I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO WRECK THAT ASS, MAKE IT MY PUSSY, AND NUTT IT UP. WHAT YOU FUCKING THOUGHT I WAS FRONTIN? WE MADE A DEAL MAN, YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WAS GETTING, NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GIVE ME THAT NASTY, GRIMEY HOLE.” The first load went right up his shitter in 60-seconds flat. Had to give it to him, for an older dude his hole was tight – used to be – HA! Now it was gaping and open and I held him against the built in as I lifted my right leg up, braced it on one of the shelves, and started to stretching his ass and scraping him up. Funny where your mind goes sometimes, but as I stood there banging the living shit out of the skanky ABS owner I thought about what he asked. Had I been tested. No. Never. I realized I frankly didn’t care. Maybe I had AIDs, maybe I had some other shit, so what? I did know that thinking I was pozzing their faggy asses got me rockin, and splatters of pink, gaping and bruised ass lips, made my shit harder than it had ever been. Wreckin-AIDs-Bone. The capital W. A. B. – yeah fuckas that’s me. I had stretched that hole enough and was ready to drop some more toxic babies up his chute. I pulled the ABS owner away from the shelves, yanked my dick out of his torn up ass making him cry like the bitch that he was, pushed him down onto the floor, and dropped back up that hole. You ever seen one of those bratty kids in Walmart throw an all out temper tantrum in the middle of the aisle? Legs and arms flailing? Incoherent blabbering and crying? Yeah? That was him – HA! He might have been begging me to stop but I knew he wanted more of my nutt and more importantly, I needed a hole to bust in. The stains from that fuck may never come out of those old wood floors and seeing that made my dick swell right back up. Jesus fuck! I could tell his hole was done and broken. I had wrecked it and that shit was not snapping back anytime soon. What the hell – the third load would be a tip. I pushed my swollen black dick as deep as it would physically go and would have slid my balls in too if that hole had opened up. The ABS owner was drooling and whimpering from being stuffed so deep and I ground my hips around, side to side, back and forth, gauging his innards and getting him primed. I dropped my fill weight onto his back, knocking the air out of his lungs. As he lay there gasping I asked, “YOU READY FOR SOME MORE OF THIS AIDS BONE? YOU KNOW THAT PUSSY IS POZ NOW RIGHT. I KNOW IT HURTS AND TRUST – THIS IS A FUCK YOU WILL WANK THAT LITTLE SHIT DICK OFF THINKING ABOUT FOR YEARS TO COME. FEEL HOW DEEP I AM? WANT ME TO TAKE IT OUT? LIKE THIS? NO? YOU WANT THAT AIDS BONE BACK IN THERE HUH? SAY IT – TELL ME YOU WANT THAT PUSSY WRECKED. TELL ME YOU WANT MY AIDS NUTT. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO BURY MY BONE DEEP IN YOUR BACK YARD!” A good 10 minutes later and I was done raping that ass. I stood up, looked at his pathetic ass laying there on the floor, and decide to leave another parting gift. The ABS owner never even flinched as the fist drops of hot piss dropped on his face and while he lay on his floor I covered him in more of my rank water and now he was marked on the outside as well as the inside. Time for me to roll. I got dressed, lit a cigarette, and even in his post-fuck stupor the ABS owner tried to get me to stay, snuggle, and hang and shit. I had to be real and let the man know that damn dude – you ain’t my homie and you ain’t my boo – you just some worthless piece of ass I just used the way a man does now step the fuck off! I hit the streets. The heat was still monster, but I still had business to take care of. I easily found someone to trade off the goodies I had snatched from the pretty boy for some cash and more cigarettes. My pockets were stuffed and flush and I didn’t quite know what to do about it. The rumbling and ache in my stomach said I should grab some grub to eat, but part of my mind said I should find someplace to crash, or buy some new clothes, or, or…. Christ too many fucking ‘ors’ so I went with first option and spent a few bucks on my first decent meal in a long fucking while. So here I am, JC, coolin on a corner in New York City (NYC) – my stomach rumbling again as that little something I snagged last night only went so far and my fist is tight and since I don’t know when my next funds will appear am taking it slow. My ass crack is sweating, my balls aching, my dick dripping, my chest is heavy from this fucking cough I cannot shake. In between bumming a few smokes, I ain’t been doing nothing all day except holding up this fucking wall, trying not to scratch the shit out of my face from my beard – damn need a shave – and twisting my hair into something half presentable. The sidewalks are busy as folks rush home from their jobs to their warm beds, families, hot meals, cool drinks and shit. Not me. I’m back by the ABS waiting. I tap my pocket, feel the ridge of the pass the ABS owner gave me before I fucked the life out of him last night. I ain’t seen him yet and fuck don’t even know exactly what time it is as my watch stopped working weeks ago, but figure he should be showing up soon along with the regular pretty boys, hustlers, dealers, and other low life that haunt the ABS waiting for their prey. Am I a lowlife now too? Yeah, and a thug, and an AIDS Bone cunt Wrecker, so embrace the dream fuckas! Folks had gotten tight fisted with the smokes, so I was now busting back into the pack I took off the youngin last night. The discarded butts around my feet testified to how long I had been hanging but I had this itch, this need, and while part of me said it was stupid, the other part of me knew the little faggy would be back. Dark shadows now enveloped the streets of NYC while only the tops of the tallest buildings still sparkled under the blazing sun. I heard some high-pitched giggles, a titter, a laugh, and turned and watched as the youngin and some other little white dude sashayed down the sidewalk. They stood out like a fucking neon bulls eye in this neighborhood and it was not until I yelled “YO!” as he started to pass me that the youngin from last night that begged for my AIDs bone stopped. His friend gasped, clamped a hand over his mouth, fluttered his lashes and sighed, “Is this him? How fucking delicious? You’re right. He is n.a.s.t. capital Y – nasty! OOOHHH.” Yeah that bitch boy needed to shut his mouth. The youngin slapped his friend on the shoulder and turned to me and said, “Hey – we…ummm. We got a room at a hotel up town. I told my friends I had special surprise for them and was hoping I would see you again. You interested in partying with us tonight?” I looked them up and down, my dick bulging in my pants as I thought about pozzing their white bread faggy asses. The youngin then quickly added as he patted his pocket, “I’m TOTALLY prepared.” I stepped forward, grabbed his queenie little friend by the arm, spun him around and he hit the wall hard. I leaned in, my cigarette and unbrushed teeth breath right in his face as I asked, “You looking for some raw thug dick too?” He blushed 50 shades of red and purple, wiggled out of my grip and squealed to his friend, “OH MY GOD he is PERFECT!” Yeah that little bitch was going to get slapped then fucked down. I leaned back against the wall as the two youngins chatted, giggled, and hopped back and forth as we waited for the car service they had called. No subway for them. No taxis either. Whatever. I smoked a couple more cigarettes, the car arrived, they climbed in and I followed and shut the door. My dick needed some attention so as we pulled away from the curb I unzipped my pants, plopped my hard dick out and said to the youngin from last night who was sitting beside me, “Lick my shit.” The two faggies gasped, tittered, said they could not because of the driver, but 30 seconds later his pink lips were sucking my shit down as his friend watched in awe. The fucking driver knew better than to comment and kept his eyes on the road. We rolled up to some fancy hotel, a man in a funny looking jacket opened the door, paused as he looked me up and down, and coolly said, “Shirts are required to enter the premises – SIR!” I dropped a thick loogie at his feet, pulled out a cigarette, lit up, then said, “Here Holmes, hold this will you while I put my shirt on.” The two faggies giggled and laughed, I slid my red t-shirt on, took my smoke back, and swaggered through the front door like I was the fucking king. When we got to the room – not a room a suite – there were three other little white youngins there. Smoking, drinking, partying, whatever. All eyes stared at me, mouths gaped, holes clenched, and I could smell the God damn bank! These little queens might be thinking that mommy and daddy’s money can let them dip their toe into the edge of my world, well I planned to drag them down into it and mark each every fucking one with my BBC and plant my toxic nutt deep – willingly or not. They sure the fuck were not going to call the cops – and say what? They paid some street dick to pump their pussies and it was too much? HA! The youngins all huddled together so I pulled the curtains back a little, slid the door back, and stepped out onto the small balcony. Fucking eh! The suite was located on the end of the building with a fucking awesome view of the city. The small balcony was private with no one in direct line of vision, but I planned to make sure whoever was above or below us knew what was going down. The youngin from last night stepped out, leaned against me, “Isn’t it marvelous?” he asked in his best imitation of Marilyn Monroe. My dick was primed and ready to go. I spun him around, ripped the button on his Ralph Lauren shorts, exposed his lilly white ass, and drove my dirty nails into his puckered hole to get it nice and primed. He squealed and squirmed but there was no place to run as I dry slammed my dick into his pink pussy. Yeah bitch fucker wanted my AIDs Bone? Wanted that cunt Wrecked? Well he needed to get bloodied up. He was gasping, I bottomed out then whispered in his ear, “You got something for me?” His right hand shook, then pointed down to his shorts. With my dick still buried in his ass, I bent forward, fumbled in the pocket, pulled out the wad of bills and flicked through them. Yeah fucking Christ this was going to be good. The youngin’s cries drew his friends like ducklings to their mother. “Let them hear what you want!” I ordered. He just grunted as I thrust deep so I slapped his head – hard. “I FUCKIN SAID LET THEM HEAR WHAT YOU WANT!” Another slap and he obeyed, loud enough for the folks on the street below to hear – ha! “I NEED YOUR AIDS MAN, GIVE ME YOUR AIDS BONE, FUCK IT – WRECK IT – POZ MY HOLE, MY PUSSY – PLEASE POZ MY PUSSY – MAKE IT DIRTY MAN – HURT IT OH YES PLEASE MISTER HURT IT – OUCH – OH STOP – NO DON’T STOP, DON’T, DEEPER, OH YES DEEPER – YOU GOING TO NUTT IN ME? FUCK ME? YOU GOING TO NUTT?” Damn, fucking yammering tweaked out youngin – but yeah, I was going to nutt and his little buddies were all watching in awe and wonder as I pozzed his ass up – again. My balls bounced several times in a row pumping my viral load into his now blown out ass. Yeah his ass was now a prime example of how size queens get made. I stepped back, my still hard dick dripping with cum, ass juice, and more from the brutal breeding of their friend and asked, “Who’s next?” One by one I mounted their white, tight little holes, and left every one of them full of thug babies and AIDS Bone nutt. I raped them, bred them, used them, and abused them all for my pleasure and trust – their fucking pleasure too. With each fuck my pockets got padded thicker and thicker and by the 5th youngin he was eager to slick my palms with five Franklins when he tasted my toxic drool still flowing from my monster BBC. I could also tell this was not his first time at the BBC bull rodeo and as I got close to filling his pussy with the hottest creampie in town he got into racial verbal talk too, which I also discovered I liked and let him know it. After he wiped his mouth from licking me clean – dick and balls – and ensuring that not a remnant of ass funk from him or his buddies was left on me, he leaned back on his knees and said, “You know. My daddies would dig you. They will be in from the Hamptons this week and if you don’t mind someone a little older I know they would LOVE LOVE LOVE to let you tie them up and fuck them like that. They’re into that freaky shit you know.” I had to laugh, little bitch had cum/ass juice stains on his face like he had been in a berry patch and my hot load dripping out of his gaping cunt he thought his daddies were freaky? I stroked my dick just to show him I had all he – and they – could take and more, and said, “Let me check my fucking calendar.”

I went to club philly yesterday and sucked two cocks in the steam room getting both their loads down my throat. It was pretty slow and really didn't get anything else before I left

So I was at Vaults in London recently for their Naked Night. First time for me, bit nervous, especially because there were 300+ guys there, and the atmosphere was beyond anything I've ever experienced. Had quite a few hot encounters during the night, here is the hottest... After spending a bit of time being passed around a group of guys in a public area, I decided to go for a bit of a walk, already a couple of cumshots in me. I run into a friendly-but-dominant-looking guy in a corridor, blond hair, sweet smile, fairly muscular, nice long smooth cock, who's obviously into me. Grabs my ass as I walk by. I turn to kiss him and pretty quickly, he spins me round and slides inside me, fucking me up against the wall. He takes his time, fucking slow and deep - which feels REALLY good - I can feel his every move inside me - but we're kind of blocking the corridor here. He asks if I want to take it to somewhere more private, but I say, let's go more public - back to the public area where I was being passed around before. He puts me on my back, throws my legs onto his shoulders and gets himself comfortable inside me, before starting to fuck firm and steady. He really knows what he's doing, this one. Not like a jackhammer, but he fucks deep and firm and rhythmic, tripping off some psychedelic body orgasms in me. It just feels really fucking good with his bare cock inside me. He changes rhythm, speeds up but still deep and firm, and I'm watching his face. "Play with my nipples" he says "Pull them hard" and of course I get to work. Playing, pulling, tweaking because I think I know what's coming... He's close, pushing his whole body against me til I'm kinda balanced on my shoulders rather than on my back. And then suddenly I feel this hot rush inside me. He keeps fucking me as he's cumming and oh my god it feels like there's so much!! Spurt after spurt inside me it seems, for about 30 seconds He's got his eyes closed, in pleasure heaven, head slightly bowed, but body still tense, and he's breathing real deep. So am I. From somewhere I find the words: "Wow, that was fucking amazing..." "Hang on," he says, pushing slowly in real deep, "I'm still cumming" Wow! I realise I can still feel that warm rush getting bigger, like he's still got a couple of spurts left, or maybe it's just oozing out of him into me now. Fuck knows, but he's blowing my mind. My eyes are wide open, breathing deep and orgasmic in my whole body, and I'm watching him. Waiting to see if I can feel another shot into me. My hands on his chest now, inwardly praying for more... I feel so fucking full! Slowly he starts to relax, and I swear it's been over a minute since he started cumming, and then suddenly - bang! - one final body spasm and I'm sure I feel another little spurt into me. Wow wow. A ninety second cumshot. I've never experienced anything like it. I beg him not to pull out of me, but to fuck some of that cum into me, but he's obvious shattered and pulls out within a minute or so. I try to hold it in, and within about five minutes - while still talking to this guy as we've gone back to the corridor! - someone else is doing a good job of fucking that cum into me! The most amazing thing is he comes back after an hour and does nearly the same thing again. Sixty second cumshot this time, and he's got me up against the wall in a private area this time. And because I really know what's coming this time, when he starts to cum he makes growl like the dirty fucking animal I am!! That cum stayed in me for hours, if not the whole night, but the memory... oh Sweet Fucking Bareback Jesus that memory's gonna be with me for a lot longer!!

The Hunt (Epilogue Part 2) Jason had a bad feeling. Steven was not his type at all and he didn’t want to take his dick, but he had no chance. He sensed something was wrong. The guy looked ill, not depressed. While they walked towards the toilets they had to pass some dark corridors. In public you weren’t supposed to fuck, but in this corridor or even in the toilets it was permitted to lose some pressure. They entered the toilets. There were 8 stalls all together. Guys were using the toilets to relieve themselves, but you could hear moaning and grunting from other stalls, that were closed right now. Jason entered the last stall on the left side and Steven followed the twink. There were many used condoms lying all over the floor. All filled with heavy spunk. The guys were busy fucking tonight. They didn’t talk. Steven pressed Jason on his knees and started opening his leatherpants. He looked down at Jason and motioned him to unwrap his gift. Jason looked up and shivered. With some hesitation his right hand fished the cock out of Steven’s pants. The cock was quite impressive and had a nice and big head. Jason started licking over the head and started jacking Steven slowly off. Steven put his hands on Jasons head and enjoyed the feeling of the guys tongue around his dick. After a while he felt like Jason was teasing him. He tried to get Steven to blow his load while Jason sucked him off. He doubted, that Jason would swallow the cum. So he started to pull Jasons mouth deeper onto his dick. Jason recognized the change of power. He guessed the guy was about to come and wanted some more tongue action. So Jason complied and sucked the cock deeper into his mouth, but Steven wasn’t about to cum. “Suck me deeper bitch” he growled. Jason let the cock push deeper into his mouth. Steven was trying to enter Jason’s throat. He wanted to fuck his hole cock down the gullet. “That feels good. Your throat is tight. Massage me with it. Try to swallow it deeper” he encouraged the blonde teen. All of a sudden Jason stopped sucking but kept on stroking Steven’s prick. “Steven?” he asked. “Can I ask you something?” “Hmmmm ?” Steven answered nonchalantly. “Are you clean?” Jason looked up while stroking Steven’s dick. “Of couse I am clean” Steven answered. He never had a drug problem anyway. “Good, because I never do bareback with people I don’t know at all” he explained. “And that is very smart. You never know what kind of weirdo is hammering your hole” Steven said honestly. “Would you mind if we are using a condom then?” Jason kept on asking. Steven tried to look confused. “Why….. You wanted to get fucked raw. It was your idea” Steven said. “Actually it was the Scorpions idea and I just promised it to him” he defended himself. “Ah – I see. And although I am clean and you promised it to a guy, you obviously like a lot and care about….. You want to break your promise now?” Steven looked quite upset now. “But it’s okay…. I thought you would want to help me. I thought you would trust me and you would honor the promise you gave” Steven sighed deeply. He started buttoning up. “What are you doing?” Jason asked. “This is it…. I won’t force you to take me raw and so I will go back to my mate and tell him about it. Don’t worry. He will understand you, I am sure.” Jason was thinking quickly. It seemed to be extremely important to the Scorpion that his friend could fire his load into an ass. He was convinced the Scorpion would be more than in a bad mood, if Steven told him about his second thoughts. “Wait…. I trust you. Of course you can seed me” Jason quickly replied. “I would do anything to know the Scorpion better and if he has friends with such special needs I am totally into helping you guys out” Steven smiled happily. He was hoping his plan would have worked out the way it did. “Great – so keep sucking my cock you whore” said Steven and offered his cock to Jason’s mouth again. “I will tell the Scorpion, that you have an open hole for all his fuck mates – you are a great fuck, you know that?” Jason thanked Steven and started sucking again and he went directly for deepthroating. He wanted to give Steven a good job. After a couple of minutes Jason was told to stand up and asked Steven if he would like to fuck him now - hard. Steven nodded. “Turn around to the toilet. Face the wall. Hold the toilet cictern and spread your legs more widely you fuck slut” Steven ordered. Jason did as he was told. With all the filled condoms laying around a new idea formed into Steven’s mind. “Jason, can I ask you to do me a favor also?” Steven played the vulnerable. “Sure. Whatever you need” “You know my ex. He looked almost like you when he was young. I would like to make my first time as real as possible. Would you mind if I would cover your head with my t-shirt, while I fuck you up? I just want to see your body frame. Are you o.k. with that?” Steven asked politely. “That sounds sweet. Of course it is ok.” Jason answered and had no idea why this charade was made. Steven removed his shirt and wrapped it around Jason’s head. He made sure Jason would not be able to see, what was happening around him and that he got a good smell of his sweaty armpits. “You are so kind to me, you know that? I actually wanted to fuck you dry, but since you are a cool guy, I will use some lube, so you will be comfortable also - Deal?” Steven suggested. “That’s awesome. Thanks Sir.” Jason sounded extremely happy. I was collecting already some of the extremely filled condoms. I told Jason I would dip my lubed dickhead into his snatch for one or two inches and then pull out to push the lube deeper into his hot cunt with my fingers. He was amazed how sensitive I was about fucking him. “No big thing – buddy.” Steven assured. He took the first filled condom and wrapped it up, so that only the filled part was actually fully visible. Then he positioned himself directly behind Jason and held the condom closely to the whores whole. Then he fucked his dickhead into the boy and this way all the fuck slime was entering Jason’s cunt also. He pulled out as promised and asked is this was comfortable for Jason. Jason said it was not painful at all. I should dip my dickhead more often into him before lubing him up with my fingers. “You think that’s okay for you? Steven asked and grinned wickedly. “Yeah sure – your dickhead slipped in so easily. Try to do this dipping more often and maybe a bit deeper the next time.” the young one suggested. “Okay – here I go again….” Steven used the second filled condom and betrayed Jason, thinking it was actually lube he was using to get him easy gliding. A third rubber was abused this way and there followed a fourth. Steven started now to finger fuck Jason hard. Knowing his cunt needed some ‘encouragement’ to take his virus. He scratched along Jason’s intestinal walls and Jason was moaning while he was doing that. It must have hurt him, but Steven couldn’t take care about that. After the AIDS-bloke finished this evil preparation, he positioned himself behind Jason and with one stroke he fucked his cock into Jason’s cunt. “Oh boy – you are such a dirty cunt” Steven cursed. Steven enjoyed fucking into this ‘always’ safe twink. “Go on – squeeze my dick. Work for my fuck-slime, you filthy whore. You stupid fuck cunt. Steven moaned loudly while fucking Jason as hard as he could. Steven wanted to enjoy this twink’s body for all it was worth and so he did. He pulled the 8 incher out all the way and then slammed it back in, trying to make it as hurtful as possible for Jason. Several times he told Jason to tighten up his pussy. All the while he played with Jason's nipples and twisted them hardly. Jason made crying noises, but he never told Steven to stop. Steven felt he couldn’t hold back much longer and so he sped up his fucking and so he finally shot his deadly seed deep into Jason’s hole. Jason could hear Steven’s grunting and knew he was seeding him now. Fearfully he received the load and even pushed in unison against the slamming cock, which was invading him. “You are a whore. A fucking tight whore. Maybe now, I might get the chance to wreck you more often.” he snickered. Jason shuddered but didn’t dare to say something negative and so he just cheered up and said that would be great. Steven freed him from the t-Shirt. Without putting it on he left the stall leaving Jason dripping a collection of cum out of his cunt. “Stay like that….. until the Scorpion stings you again.” He grinned demonically but Jason couldn’t see it. He was still looking at the wall and felt horny, but he felt used also….

The Hunt (Part 7 - Final Part) I looked down at Jason. He was in a world of his own. He got himself flying with lots of poppers and enjoying the steady rhythm of my cock hammering his tight hole. I pulled my dick almost all the way out just to slam it back into his hungry pussy. I wanted to demolish his cunt. So I chose a different angle all the time to approach him with my toxic bat. Jason moaned loudly. “Fuck me harder” he said. “Give it to me good” I heard…. All of a sudden my mind played this trick to me, which I have grown accustomed to…. “Give it to me good” I said…. 20 years ago, it was me who was laying in a leather sling. I went to a gay club for the first time in my life, curious to get some action. I had my coming out in front of my parents a couple of days before. They were understanding and cared about me. They wanted me to be happy and healthy. So they urged me to be careful. Right…. And then I went into this club and chose a guy, who was so appealing to me. It was a daddy type, with clear blue eyes. He was talking to me friendly. He touched me - from time to time, which gave me goose bumps all over my body. He flashed a cheeky smile, whenever I told him how unexperienced I was. Yes – it was just like Mr. Right was knocking at my door. But I was also on xtasy that night and Mr. Right bought me one drink after another. Who knows, maybe he sipped something in one of my drinks also. All I know is, that only after an hour of chatting, I was in that sling and got fucked like a rag doll. I didn’t mind about it. I wanted him, I wanted his body – but I wanted so much more. I was so high, all I could do was listen to my moaning. I heard him slapping against my butt cheeks. I listened to his grunting and then I heard his words…. ‘I’m going POZ you good’ I was hearing the words, but it was like, they didn’t have a meaning back then and there. Not able to tell him to stop I kept on receiving his brutal fucking. Then all of a sudden he stopped moving. It was almost like I could feel him splashing his seed into my cunt. I closed my eyes and heard my blood rushing in my ears. I knew ‘it’ was rushing through my veins now. Mr. Right pulled out. I didn’t open my eyes, but I felt another dick slipped into me, started fucking me aggressively. It was not the last one in that night…. that was how it all began…. And now I watched down at Jason who was a cute boy with those deep blue eyes, I once fell in love with and loath to this day. My balls were tingling. I felt my orgasm rise. Without a word I fired my gift into Jason. I just groaned, like I always do and kept on fucking for a while, trying to get my seed as deep as possible. Then I suddenly pulled my dick out of this used and worthless cunt now. I buttoned my jeans up and smacked Jason on his butt. “Thanks Jason. You were a good fuck. Something to remember” I grinned at him. He looked at me with his cute face and thanked me for the hard ride. “This was awesome man. I won’t forget this night, I have never met a rough guy like you. Can I see you again?” he asked me. I did not answer his question. I just smirked at him and turned around to leave. He would remember me… forever.

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….

Hey man. I'm in Northern Virginia. If you ever need a whole to load up over a weekend it me up. Frank

Go for it if you get the chance. Many years ago when I was 20 something I went "piss diving" with a bud in a trough urinal at a club in Detroit (sadly it has been closed for many years now). On a routine trip to the bathroom he dared me to climb into the piss filled trough knowing that I have a huge watersports and wet jeans fetish. I kicked off my shoes and stood barefoot in the trough wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Just when I was going to get out, a hot leather daddy started pissing on me. I dropped to my knees in the trough and started drinking straight from the tap. The next 5 minutes or so were the best watersports action of my life -- I laid on my back in the trough and got pissed on, drank piss, and sucked cock until I was totally drenched in piss. I got out of the trough and thought the fun was over but leather daddy had other ideas -- he wanted to fuck me so we went into a stall. I stood bent over the toilet still dripping piss while he fucked his load up my ass. It was an amazing night. Check out this youtube video of someone enjoing a good piss dive of their own:

Wednesday Morning Making my way to the bathroom I checked myself in the mirror. Looking at my face it was definitely a shaving day. My usual neat goatee was looking a bit scruffy and needed a trim, looking over my body I ran my hair through my thick chest hair, scratching it, felt really good. Staring at my face in the mirror I wondered what I would look like without the goatee and stubble. Oh well need to get showered and cleaned up. Hopping in the shower I start running my hands all over. Soapy my pecs and abs, washing my cock and balls and my furry pits. My hands started to soap up my ass, kneading the cheeks they drifted closer to my hole. Right away I noticed a difference. Where once I was a air tight a soap finger easily slipped in. A moan escaped my lip and a second finger joined it, then a third. My hole seemed on fire need more. I began to truly finger fuck myself. Working deeper and deeper, I turn my head and my eyes saw the toys on the bathroom counter. The two plugs still left and the dildo, the next thing I knew I was dripping wet and walking to the night stand to grab the poppers from my drawer. Heading back into the running shower I grabbed the dildo and the jar of abolene my wife uses for removing her make up. Having used it once or twice for my own popper fueled edge sessions I knew it was a great lube. I uncapped the poppers and took 6 hits , 3 on each side. My breathing became deeper and my hole hungry. I needed to be filled. I slather up the dildo and gentle touched it to my hole. Just that touch sent desire coursing through my body. I began to push on it, it wasn’t moving, I pushed hard feeling my hole stretch and finally with a gasp of pain touched with pleasure the head popper in. I gasped, unable to to much else as my hole adjusted. I then slowly took it out, popping it back in and gyrating my hips. Again and again I was taking little thrusts of the cock. I took the bas and planted it on the floor of the tub. I angled the water so it was hitting me right in the chest. I got on my knees and pressed down again. Bouncing a little I rode the first 4 inches of the dildo. Sweat pouring from me and mixing with the water. Looking over I grabbed my poppers again. Daring myself I took 10 hits. 5 on each side. The need was pulsing. I could feel my hole throbbing around the dildo, I began riding it again fast and fast. I got up on the balls of my feet for a different angle and felt it hitting something deep in my hole. I changed my angle again to keep hitting that spot. 2 more hits of poppers. I was moaning constantly now, want the fucking to never end. I went to readjust myself again to get at my hole a different angle. While moving my foot out it slipped on the wet tub floor, I had half a second of panic before my weight dropped me down on the rest of the dildo. Something gave way in my and I felt my entire ass spasm, quaking around the dildo. Tremors ripped through my body and the biggest orgasm I had ever felt rocketed through my body. My ass pulsed and kept pulsing, I flopped on the tub floor like a fish unable to control myself, spread through me radiating from my hole I arched my back and the dildo shot form me hitting the other side of the bathtub. Spent I lay there as the water kept raining down on me. I gasped for breath as I came back into myself. Gingerly I touch my hole with my hand and felt the electric connection shoot in my making me moan. Knowing I was now running late I soaped up again and washed offer my body, no time for a shave again. I went out in the bedroom and grabbed my now standard jock strap, this time no other underwear and dress suit, went downstairs grabbed a protein bar 2 bottles of water from the fridge and head off to work…

The Hunt (Part 5) I was pulling Jason close to my body and rubbed my hard dick against his stiff cock. Again and again I squeezed his buttocks, pulling them apart and then pressing them back together. All the while we kept on kissing each other. “Open your mouth for me” I told him calmly. He obeyed and looked at me patiently. I guess he saw it coming. I spat into his mouth. “Swallow” I told him and so he did. I put my right hand around his neck and felt him gulping my spit down. I choked him a bit and saw the obedience in his eyes. Without me telling him, he started stroking my hard dick again. Like a two dollar whore he knew exactly how to massage my rod. He didn’t pull too hard. He stroked it slowly asking me, if I enjoyed him touching my dick. I nodded and continued kissing him deeply. He tasted so sweet and looked so innocent at me with his big blue eyes. I wondered if he was really such a bitch, or if I was just a bit too horny right now. For me it was like I was on the hunt. Jason seemed to be my willing victim. I was thinking of him as a sleazy slut and that justified my urgent need to give him the gift. But feeling his tender touch now and looking into his deep blue eyes, I was not so sure anymore. “What’s wrong” he asked me suddenly. “Aren’t you in the mood to fuck me hard anymore?” he looked at me puzzled. I grabbed my prick and squeezed it hard. “Hell yes – I need to fuck you hard. To bang your cute little ass – when was the last time you have been fucked you little tramp” I asked him bluntly. “Well….. a couple of weeks ago….. I was fucked by my boyfriend…..” he answered me and I saw the sadness in his eyes. “Yeah, but when did you whore around with another fellow lately” I wanted to know. “I took every dick that I could” he tried to convince me, but I had fingered him already and this bitch was tight like a virgin almost. Again I felt that something was wrong…. “Is this a fib, you are telling me?” I asked him. He looked down. I lifted his face with my hand asked him the question again. He didn’t answer me. Instead he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I didn’t expect to find a sling next to a notable king size bed. He didn’t realize we forgot the condom on the living-room table. I helped him to get into the sling and offered him some poppers, which I carried around in my pants. He smiled at me and opened the bottle to take a sniff. “Let me open you up” I growled, feeling me getting horny again, since he offered himself so shamelessly. I wanted to breed his him badly. I spat on his pinhole and pushed two fingers in. I moved them roughly in and out. He moaned loudly. Pushing a third finger into his snatch I started scratching his intestinal wall on my way out. Trying to wound him and to make him bleed he increased his moaning. “I have always been faithful to my boyfriend” he spluttered. “You are the second guy, who is actually fucking me…..” “What…. ?” I was not sure if I should believe him, but he had no reason to lie to me. I still asked him, why he acted like a cunt. He mentioned something about making me hot or wanting to become one or whatever… I was still working in damaging his intestine. Like a poisonous scorpion I was ready to strike and nothing would stop me now….

The first Cumunion party will be in Montreal on May 16th, 2016 at the sauna GI-Joe. Sauna GI-Joe is a hot sauna in Montreal and always some action in one of it's 4 floors. Anyone planning on going?

Take it faggot. Love when they say that to me.

As promised, here's some of the good stuff. Plan for more to come...pun intended. ______________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 “Sons of the Scorpion, is everything at the ready?” intoned the Leader (as I had named the older guy in my head). I did my best not to giggle (talk about inappropriate laughter) at his oratorical tone as if he was a high priest or something, but a snicker escaped me. The Leader stopped and looked down at me. “Do not mock us,” he said in a harsher tone. “For soon you will be one of us.” I restrained further laughter and an eye roll with difficulty, but he seemed seriously peeved with me. And Mike unobtrusively nudged my right leg with his foot, which I took to be a warning. I’d play along with whatever weird game these guys were into, but it was hard to take them seriously with all this rigmarole. Sons of the Scorpion? If these guys were into astrology, then they were in for a rude shock. I was not a Scorpio – my birthday was in August, I was a Virgo. “Yes, all is ready Father,” intoned all the others, including Mike. “Is the novice you have brought before us fully prepared, Prefect? And is he truly a virgin?” “Yes he is, Father,” replied Mike. Wow, Mike had a title. “Then let us begin the initiation,” the Leader…oops, I mean “Father of the Sons of the Scorpion” intoned. “Acolytes, begin the Communion of Lust.” Exactly 10 guys stepped forward; all were on the short side (like me, probably no more than 5’8” or 5’9”), but every build from slightly chubby to swimmer’s to muscle-boy, smooth to lightly hairy and a mix of races. That diversity thing. They walked towards the platform; I recognized the first one to reach me, he had chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, I think his name was Aaron? I cudgeled my fuzzy brain for a clue as to how I knew that, and then I remembered: when I first came in, he’d been cuddled up with some guy and necking so deeply that it looked like they were trying to lick each others' tonsils. They stopped long enough for an introduction. One of his companions, a little blond muscle guy also approached, and they took the silk sheet off of me, and carefully folded it as if it were an American flag. They handed the silk sheet to the Lea…Father, and then returned to me, each taking one of my legs, putting them in the stirrups, and then bound them in place with more velvet rope. “Now, just a second here,” I shouted. The entire room went still and I saw Mike bury his face in his hands. “SILENCE!” roared the Father. “Look, Daddy Scorpion, I’m not one of your ‘sons’ so don’t take that tone with me.” “You are even less than one of my sons at the moment, so do not blaspheme in this space,” the Father said in a cold tone. “Continue the Communion,” he said. I heard a click, and felt a jar. I lifted my head, and a portion of the platform had been lowered. Aaron knelt before me, leaned forward, pressed his face into my ass and took a loud sniff, then exhaled sharply over my hole. I gasped at the feeling, and immediately my dick stirred. Next, he began to kiss my anus, teasing little touches that made me quiver and squirm. I’d never felt anything like it, never dreamed I could feel anything like it. Then he added his lips, his tongue, and I felt his tongue penetrate me. By now I was panting and fully erect. “Yes,” said the Father. “He will make an excellent acolyte, a true Brother in Lust” I wasn’t laughing now. Aaron stood, walked over to me, and kneeled over my face, flipped up the back of his loin cloth and pushed his ass over my nose. I tried to turn my head, but the Father knelt and held my head in place. At the same moment, I felt and heard another of the – what did he call them? – Acolytes, that’s it, repeating the routine that Aaron had initiated. “This is your initiation into our communion,” he said. “Do not resist, or there will be consequences.” Since I was tied up and in no position to argue, I decided I’d better not push this guy. He was seriously cray-cray, obviously, and I needed to cooperate so I’d get out of here in one piece. “Yes, inhale deeply the scent of a true Acolyte of the Scorpion.” I did as he told me. Actually, Aaron didn’t have a heck of a lot of scent. He was scrupulously clean, though there was a trace of musk. “My son Aiden, continue the ritual of communion. Initiate, you will now pay further tribute to my son: kiss his ass, the Omphalos of Pleasure.” I did as he asked, while Aaron squirmed above me, and pushed his firm, round butt against my mouth. “Lick it!” the Father ordered. “Abandon yourselves to the osculum infame, the obscene kiss. Do not be content with the lips of his asshole – bury your tongue inside of him.” Aaron whimpered with pleasure as I followed the orders I was given, humping on my tongue, and chanting “Ave libidinem” breathlessly. “Take him in your mouth,” the Father ordered, and Aaron leaned forward and closed his mouth over my aching dick. “Do not allow him to discharge, but take him to the edge.” Aaron was a world-class cocksucker. He had this way of licking with his tongue as his head bobbed up and down on me. I moaned, nearing climax, and Aaron immediately stopped. “Excellent, my son,” the Father praised him. “Bring the receptacle for his seed,” he ordered. What felt like a glass dish was placed on my chest. “Spill your cum into the dish, so that it may join with the others when the time has come,” I heard Father Scorpio say. I couldn’t tell if he meant me, but since my hands were otherwise occupied, I assumed he didn’t expect me to think myself to orgasm, though this was incredibly erotic as it turned out. Who would’ve thunk it? Aaron was rubbing his ass against my lips, pressing as hard as he could; from the sounds and his movements, I gathered that he was beating himself off and going to ejaculate into the dish. And then what would they do with it? Ugh, I hope they weren’t expecting me to drink it. I had a world-class gag reflex, and would likely vomit it back up. Aaron’s movements were getting more frantic, he was grunting and gyrating, and then I heard him moan, and felt his cum shoot on my chest, just beyond the dish. “Gather it up, do not lose a drop,” the Father ordered. “Place it in the receptacle.” I felt a sucking sensation and heard a wheeze, like a squeeze bottle. Aaron turned around and kissed me full on the mouth, then got down from the platform. The little stud muffin blond took his place kneeling over me, and yet another of the Acolytes was working on my ass. Each of the 10 Acolytes was called forward and repeated the ritual (what else could I call it) down to the letter, though most of them managed to hit the “receptacle.” After the final one finished, the glass dish was taken off my chest. Mike kneeled next to me. “How do you like your initiation?” he whispered against my ear. I just groaned in reply, glad it was over. My erection was painful; the only other time I’d been anywhere near as turned on was when one of high school BFs and I had experimented with a 69 position, sucking each other’s dicks. That was kid’s play compared to this, but at the time it felt so wild. “I will deposit the Acolytes’ seed in the initiate,” said the Father, and I raised my head as far as I could. He was kneeling between my legs, holding the dish, and what looked like a nasal syringe. He put it in the dish full of semen, and drew all of it in. With an evil grin, he inserted the nozzle in my ass. “Your first seed of the night,” he said. “No, not there,” I begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.” “You will do as I say,” he said, “including taking this holy, charged, seed. It is your first gift.” He pushed the bulb, and I felt the slippery stuff go inside of me. “Now, while it is fresh, Prefect, begin,” he declaimed. Mike kneeled over my face as had each of the acolytes, and took off his loin cloth. He pressed his asshole over my nose. Unlike the Acolytes, his butt was quite musky, the odor strong. I tried to turn away, but he crossed his ankles behind my head, and kept it in place. “Yes,” hissed the Father. “Inhale the scent of a true man, a true Son of the Scorpion. You will be his consort to do with as he pleases.” I could hardly breathe; he changed the angle slightly, and his ass was over my mouth. “Kiss him, lick him, worship he who will be your lover, your master. Do not hold back, you must experience ever scent, every taste, every touch. Ave libidinem!” he shouted. “Fratres, in cupiditate” answered all the others, including Mike, was pressing his ass hard against my mouth. I had no choice, I kissed his ass, then licked it, then inserted my tongue in his rectum. He jolted and moaned, reached back, and pulled my face into his butt. “Yes, Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted, and was answered by the assembly. The he released my held, and turned around. His dick looked immense; it was veiny and thick and twitching. Pre-cum drooled from the tip. I saw that on his right hip he had a tattoo – a scorpion superimposed over that odd symbol that was on the sheet that had covered me earlier. Mike brought the dripping head to my mouth, and I knew what was expected. I parted my lips, and he inserted his already hard dick in my mouth and began to thrust. Predictably, I began to choke, but he didn’t let up, kept pressing it on me. Tears ran down my face, and I was certain I would pass out or vomit. “Do not discharge in his mouth,” the Father intoned. Phew, I thought, as the hard dick was taken out of my mouth just in time. “Place it in his boy cunt, his hole. Breed him, bring him into the light of positivity and out of the darkness of negativity. Join your seed and his blood so that you may be one, and he will be one with us.” What! Bareback? Were these people crazy? “No,” I screamed. “Stop, please stop…” Mike released my legs, and took them over his shoulders, I tried to struggle, and the Father leaned down and slapped my face. “Do not resist. This is your place in our brotherhood. This is your place in the world from this moment forward, and you will revel in it.” Mike leaned forward to kiss away my tears, and whispered in my ear “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He kissed my lips, and I had a sudden stabbing memory of being in his bed, exchanging the same melting kisses. And somehow my erection hadn’t subsided, even though I was frightened. I wondered if they’d done something to make that happen – Viagra? Mike pulled back, and I saw him push down his rigid dick, and he began to push it against my anus. I flinched, but he held me in place. “Look at me, Darrell,” he said. His eyes were mesmerizing, sherry brown and the expression on his face was one of sheer bliss. He pushed past all resistance, and it felt as if a burning brand had been put inside of me. I whimpered again, and he stroked my dick and balls as he went in further and further, invading me, taking over all my senses. Finally, I felt his balls and pubic hair against my tender, depilated skin. Then he drew back, and pushed in again. It hurt, but now it felt like he was hitting a hot spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Again, and again, over and over, his thrusts growing stronger, and we both began to pant. It was as if no one else was there, time had stopped, and the only important thing was the sex that we were having. I realized that sex was too tame and pallid a word; this was a mating, I would be his, already was if I were to be honest. He seemed to sense the shift, or maybe it was because I was angling my hips towards him, joining in his rhythm. “Ave libidinem,” he said. “Say it with me.” And he leaned over, and began to lick my nipples, and then kiss and lick my neck and ears – my other hotspots. The words tore out of me, “Ave libidinem!” I screamed, over and over again. Distantly I could hear that everyone in the room had joined our chant, and then over it I heard a voice that sounded like mine shouting “Yes, fill me, breed me, don’t stop! Give me your cum, I want it! I need it!” Mike’s thrusts picked up in speed and force. He was ramming his dick against me, and I could hear him began to grunt with each thrust. The harder he fucked me, the closer I came to my own orgasm, and he hadn’t touched me after he had fully embedded his dick in my ass. Finally he slammed against me even harder and roared “Ave libidinem! He is mine!” He gave three final thrusts against me; I could feel his dick swell and spasm inside me, felt his warm sperm coating my insides and that pushed me over the edge. I began to come like a geyser, my own semen splashing in my face. Mike had collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heartbeat still racing. We were both panting, the others were still chanting, but nothing but this man who had taken me and in the process given me such unbelievable pleasure really registered. He braced himself on his elbows, and kissed me ravenously. My Father in Lust untied my arms. He gave me a wicked grin, then commanded, “Again. Meld all the seed inside him, mix the DNA together and ensure that he receives the gift. Ave libidinem.”

I've sucked a lot of cocks where the guy has just started pissing mid blowjob. It's warm and a lot to take in a first but I just swallow as much as I can without spilling. I find it hot as fuck.

PART 7 Quietly Joel lay in the sling and began wondering how he had come to be here. He knew how but his mind would not allow for him to accept it and rapidly moved on. He had made the decision to enter this sauna or more what he thought was a sauna. He had almost immediately known what kind of a place it was but had stayed anyway. What was he thinking? How could he have let himself get so involved in all this sordid, unnatural sexual activity? How could he have been so hypnotically mesmerized by the soothing calm voice of this giant black man? Had he been bewitched? Was he losing his faith? His thoughts and questions rushed into his brain, yet, he lay there not protesting. He knew this was wrong, wrong, wrong. He had been admonished and taught all his life that any kind of sex outside of his marriage was wrong and especially sex between men was a total abomination. Yet, still, here he lay in this sling not moving or protesting or screaming to be released. What was that warmth he was feeling deep inside him? What had caused that? Was it from whatever had been inserted into him? Why was he feeling relaxed yet gritting his teeth? Why was he coughing when there was no need? Why did he feel so peaceful and relaxed? Why did his colon now feel so warm and comforting? Damn! Am I horny or what? Joel chuckled out loud as his eyes brightened. Jammes had watched Joel as he put away his paraphernalia. He watched as the white man now in his sling had been so quiet and compliant in the beginning but was showing signs of activity. Especially active were his hips that were grinding around in slow motion and trying to hump back onto something. Jammes had seen this so many times and this white man was just going to be his latest. He walked over and slid open the window once more returning to the man in the sling. Jammes sat on the upended box he had for the next round of exhibitionism. He looked to see how many were at the window, nodded to his voyeurs, and began. Jammes stuck the middle finger of his right hand into his mouth wetting it and then put the unnoticed sharpened nail at the puckered centre of the hole. He pressed inward spreading the wrinkle open wide allowing him to go almost to his hand. He turned and twisted his hand causing his finger to spin first one way and then back the other. Multiple times he did this until he was satisfied. And, when he was, he slowly pulled his finger out of the hole until just the tip was inserted. A second finger was added and the process repeated. A third finger and finally a fourth finger were added stretching the wrinkled skin. It was a bit of a discomfort to Joel but his mind told him that it was such a superb feeling, and he needed more of it. He felt . . . full. Joel attempted to shove his hole down onto the fingers demanding more attention and moaned in contentment when he got it and became frustrated with grunts and growls of discontentment when he didn't. Jammes watched his new toy and listened to how he was becoming a willing participant. He turned and smiled big at the window. Jammes for his final finger fun removed all four fingers but immediately replaced them with the index and middle fingers of both hands. The four drove inside Joel's hole with only slight resistance garnering a great deep rumble of approval from Joel. Jammes immediately spread his fingers as wide as he could stretching Joel's hole wide. Joel let out a muffled howl of approval.

I grew up in a small farming community in Nebraska. I have 5 older brothers and from early on I was treated different by my parents as my brothers are big 6'2-6'4 with big mussels and I'm 5'7 with a string bean build. On the farm when not in school you are working from an early age. Where my brothers went to work after High School I applied to College and received many offers. I knew I did not wanted to stay in Nebraska. I think my parents knew before I did I was gay and when I told them they did not seamed shock and when I was pick on my youngest brother would defend me as he is just 16 months older than me. I knew where ever school I went to would have been near a large Gay community so it was either NYC or San Francisco. I visited both and the school in NYC bowled me over with the best offer I could get. It would not put a major Financial load on my parents or me and I would not be left with big students loans.As I wanted to pay my own way as running a farm cost big money I would try to find a job to cover my living expensive at school. I moved to NYC into the dorms and the first thing I said to my self did I make a big mistake of my life as everything is so tight here. My room mate was ok at first but in a few weeks turned into a real ass hole tell me all the time who he fuck he is not Gay. Not knowing NYC and really being a farm boy I'm in a new world as I know it's out their but I can't get into the Gay bars I pass by of find so I know it's out there. My sex life is giving someone a blow job once when we visit the big city near us in North Platt Nebraska. I'm fed up with my room mate and I have to do something fast or I feel like going back home and work the farm for the rest of my life. As I have to find away out of living in the Dorms as the commute is 20-30 minutes either way by the bus the school has or by me on my bicycle. Every place I look is way over my limited budget or the room is smaller than I have now. One day I look at Craigslist of all places and find a room for rent for a male only and when I hear where the address its BINGO 1 block from where most of my classes are. I get on time and it's a very old building, I get to the door and when it opens and I see the guy at the door I think I was struck by lighting as we look at each other for a long time. He's 5'8 maybe 125 in a tight tee shirt and I can see the out line of his nipple rings. He ask me in and the place is huge , with wire walls with pictures of MEN in full leather or men with boys arm in arm. The pictures stop me in my tracks as I don't know to run or keep looking. I do notice James eyes have not left me as I just look around and takes me by the hand to the room he is renting out. This bed room is very big also with a king size 4 posted bed that does look very gothic. When I ask him how much I say to him how much and I'm saying to my self it's going to be to much, but James ask how much can I afford and when I give him the number he says that's perfect. I gave a number more than I could really afford but I said to my self I will make it here some how.somehow I get the use of the kitchen , bathroom that has all these long hoses off the shower head and free wifi. I could not be happier. I ask if I could start to move over the weekend and he shoot back I have a friend with a truck and it can be done in one run. So I move in and settle in and I love the quite this place is but I look at the pictures on the wall and I get as hard as a rock and even pre cum is coming out. I try to hide how hard I am but James is always walking around half naked as goes late every night. I never ask what he does but is mostly at night. As James goes out late to work most evening and is back in a few hours or comes home early morning as I'm leaving for school it really working well for me with school but my life is empty in some ways. After a month James wants to talk and ask if I want to hang out with him this weekend, I remind him I'm under 21 and can't get into any bars, he says it's no problem where are going as he knows the doorman real well. I tried of looking at the books and I'm way ahead of my school work and it's a Friday. We get waved right in at Pyramid Club and once inside the music hits me and so many hot looking guys around, it take me a few minutes to understand what is going on as my head is spinning as James gives me a soda and says let's dance. On the floor it's more like a grope fest as James and I get closer and closer and when our lips lock my arms are all over his body as he takes off my shirt, my bare chest is rubbing up against him as I feel his nipple rings hitting my nipples. Something comes over me as I go down to kiss his nipples. The rest of the evening there was one big blur of passion & heat form everyone I met at the Club, what I thought was 1 hour turned out to be 5 hours. As we left the sun was coming as we grab a taxi home our hands were all over each other. Once we made it up stairs what cloths we have come off as we head to the bed. It's my real first time of having sex with any one unless you say giving someone a blow job is sex. James is the first one to take my anal cheery and I thought it would be very painful but he was so gentle with me it was pure pleasure. I wake up and James is sipping coffee and looking at my naked body as all he has on is a tong with a hard dick showing. He ask how I'm doing I get off the bed and get on my hands and knees and take his dick out and start to suck, as he's about to cum he picks me up and takes me to the shower. In the shower I find out what all thous hoses are for. He is making love to me wile he's working over my hole. I come out of the shower clean on the out side & inside. We spend Saturday & Sunday fucking going to some clubs and I'm having the time of my life not hiding who I am but living what I am. I no longer live in my room but in James room. As I get near the end of the school year my funding will not be available over the summer and my part time job will not be enough to support my self in that time and I don't want to leave James as I'm in love with him and he with me. When I tell him that I will have to go back home for the summer and work on the family farm he says he has an idea how I can stay in NYC and make enough money to stay here with him. He ask how I feel about doing what he does, my being so fresh off the farm , I say I really don't know what he does at night and he is Laughing. He says he works as an escort a he showed me his profile on Rentboy. I'm shock and say you get paid to have sex with other men, he says that I could do very good but I will have to be a Top as that is where the real money is. He tell me he has a very good client who would love me. James tell me we will go over and double team him as he will really like that. I'm scared to death but if I can stay in NYC for the summer with James I'm willing to do it. We get to his home and I don't know what to do but James leads me by the hand an tells me what to do. I can see on the client face he is very happy that I'm came, as once I'm naked he says to James is he legal, James responds do you really care. He is on his knees sucking my dick in a second as James starts to lube his hole up. Right before I cum James pulls him off and turns him onto his dick and hands me a condom to put on and tell me to fuck him hard.

Part II. After some clumsy stumbling and making out, we got dressed. My assistant and his twink date put their clothes back on, over very sexy jockstraps. My boy and I changed into gym shorts, our jocks, and some tank tops. My assistant and I piled into the front seat, and my boy and the twink made out in the back seat. Before we were halfway there, my boy’s shorts were at his ankles, and his ass was full of raw POZ twink cock. The twink bred my boy as we pulled up to the club. My boy bent over with his ass hanging out of the car door and my assistant was happy to fuck and breed him right there in the parking lot. I was sort of hoping we’d see more action in the parking lot, but someone from the club came out and told us they had seen the action on their security camera. He thought it was hot, but told us to bring the action inside where it would be ‘safer.’ We couldn’t help but smirk as he said that. We paid the admission, stripped down to our jocks, left our clothes in the lockers, and headed into the darkened passageways of the bathhouse. It didn’t take long for me to be on my knees as my assistant skull-fucked me. He had just cum inside my boy, and while he had no problem getting hard, he wasn’t ready to blow his wad yet. Plus, he told me, he wanted to loose his load up my hungry asshole, not down my throat. I pulled off and wound up blowing about six guys, most of whom came down my throat or all over my face. My assistant licked the seed off of my mouth, and spat it onto my hole, working it in with his fingers. On my knees, he plowed into me, pulling my jockstrap for leverage. One of the guys I had blown leaded forward and chewed on my ear. ‘I’m POZ, you know… That’s what I came on your face… Hope you’re ok with my load lubing your ass for that guy’s cock…’ I just moaned. My assistant lost his load deep in my guts, and pulled out. The POZ guy I had blown cleaned my assistant’s cock off for me and dribbled everything in his mouth into mine. Simply delicious. We went looking for our dates, and found them in a big sweaty pile, my boy bouncing up and down on a stranger’s dick, with another one down his throat. The twink was raw-topping two heavy-set guys, on their knees side by side, making out with each other. He’d plow one hole for a few strokes before pulling out and sliding into the other one. He started to loose his load in one guy, and pulled out to shoot the rest on the other. My assistant knelt down and worked his boy’s load into both open holes. The twink’s toxic load, and my assistant’s load, in my hole got pushed deeper by another two burly tops who both had their way with me as I watched the sweaty scene unfold. My assistant got fucked by a few guys, some of whom were clearly POZ, either from tattoos or wasting, but the twink put us all to shame. He took over six loads that night, working his expert slutty ass on cocks of all sizes, shapes, and colors. We left after a few hours of fun, sweaty and cum-drenched. In the car ride home, my assistant told us that he met the twink online in a chasers forum and that he’d started taking all loads only recently, and was finally actively chasing. We told them that we weren’t actively looking for it, but swapped cum with a bunch of guys and almost never asked about status. The twink held my boy’s hand and told him that he’d be happy to line up POZ cocks for him anytime. We kissed each other goodbye, lingering long enough to swipe a few fingers into cummy asses and get a goodnight taste before parting ways. We were both exhausted, and fell into bed covered in sweat and leaking seed. Saturday next morning we woke up, lingered in bed for a while, and fucked each other slowly, retelling our cum-swapping escapades. When we were both sated, we lay next to each other and talked honestly an openly about our mutual desire for cum. He confessed that he got hard just thinking about ‘the bug,’ and I vowed to support him and not stand in his way. I told him that I was going to keep taking loads, but not especially seeking out toxic cum. We fell back asleep and woke a few hours later to a text from the twink to my boy: PLANS FOR NEXT WEDNESDAY? CAN LINE UP SOME POZ COCK 4 U BY THEN. My boy handed me his phone, grinning, I texted back and hit SEND before asking him: BRING IT. OUR PLACE? The twink responded: YES. U HOST. I’LL B THERE WITH FRIENDS. B READY AT 7. C U THEN. To be continued…

I took piss the first time 3 years ago. Now, I crave it. Some guys just won't share. The only want to piss in my ass.

Finally had an opportunity to breed a guy whilst in Brisbane. Gay guys are so flakey here. The guy that came through in the end was a negative guy that had no issue taking my undetectable load. I called him my cumslut and made him take it hard. Bred him deep. He wants more before I leave.

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

I whimpered. I twisted and writhed. I closed my eyes and bit my lip and groaned deep in my chest, but Mac’s tongue didn’t seem to tire in the slightest. His hands were gripping my ass cheeks and his strong thumbs were holding them apart while he drove his tongue into me with a series of deep and hot strokes that seemed designed to drive me insane. The litany of filthy talk that Bill was pouring into my ear wasn’t helping me control myself, either. “Oh, baby, give in,” Bill said, and I could hear the teasing promise of relief. My dick ached it was so hard again, and my back twisted as I tried to find a position that didn’t make me feel so completely vulnerable and totally fuckable. This was crazy. What was I doing? Mac’s tongue drilled in particularly deep and wet, and my whole body shook, my mouth dropped open, and I heard myself say, “Please!” Big Al laughed, and I glanced at him, feeling a shameful heat rush to my face. “I’m gonna go check on Tim. Maybe fuck his face a while,” the huge man said, and left the room. His voice trailed after him, a bit louder from the hallway, “I’ll tell Andrew where to find you.” From the four-poster bed, Robert began to grunt loudly as he continued to hammer his dick into the prone – and bound – and blindfolded – Mark. Bill turned my head to make me look at the scene on the bed. Robert was slick with sweat, his blond chest hair now dark with it, and Mark was covered in a sheen of perspiration of his own. His head sagged under the onslaught that Robert was delivering. Robert’s arm shifted, wrapping around Mark’s neck, and he pulled hard on him, still thrusting in short rough bursts. “Tell me you fucking want it, boy!” he nearly yelled into Mark’s ear. I heard Mark’s gagged reply – “Efffffff, Uhhhrrrr!” – as I saw Robert ram himself in deep and growl out a long, low, “Fuck!” He’d just come deep inside Mark. “Yeah,” Bill said, his voice excited. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, boy?” Behind me, Mac’s tongue circled, twisted, licked, dove – I was nearly sobbing now, hyperventilating in my attempt to suck in a completely breath. On the bed, Mark had collapsed as much as his bound limbs would let him, and Robert rolled off him. His dick came free with a slurping sound, and I saw the spunk dribble down his thick shaft as the hairy sweaty man lay on his back beside the prone young man. I twisted and writhed on the hot wet tongue drilling into my pucker. Bill took both sides of my head and met my gaze, smiling almost cruelly. “Think how that’d feel, boy – all those cocks, all that freedom....” He leaned in closer. “Tim loves it, and he knew you’d love it, too.” Behind me, Mac buried his tongue deep and flicked it inside my hole. I could feel the mix of cum and spit dripping onto his chin, and I let out a groan of animal need. My ass wasn’t full enough. A tongue was always like this – it drove me mad, wanted me to be more full, wanted that slick wet heat to be something thicker, harder, and longer. “Look at your friend,” Bill said. “Ever seen him more relaxed?” Bill turned my head to look at where Mark lay. His back was moving slowly, taking in huge slow breaths on the bed. His legs and arms sagged in the ropes, and his little round ass – now rubbed raw and red from the hairy men who’d topped him – was wet with sweat and spunk. I groaned with frustration and need. “Fuck!” I nearly screamed the word. Mac’s tongue darted just right and I shivered bodily again. “Oh, fuck! Please!” I was nearly crying. Any moment now I would be. “You want a dick in your whore boy ass, don’t you, boy?” Bill asked, in a deeply amused tone. “Yes!” I begged, “Yes!” I clenched my jaw, pushed my ass back hard onto Mac’s face. I could feel him rooting in my pucker like a man possessed. I felt my eyes fill with frustrated tears. “You’ve had the only clean dick in the house,” Bill said. I sobbed. “So,” Bill said, leaning in close again, and wrapping his rough hand around the back of my neck. “You’re going to have to ask us for our dirty cocks. You’re going to have to ask all of us to ruin your hole with our dirty, hard, raw, rough,” each word was punctuated with a shake of my neck, “mean, daddy cocks.” Mac’s tongue drilled and twisted, and I squirmed and writhed. Insane. This was insane. I shivered again, shook, and then - “Please!” I yelled. “Please! Ruin me! Fuck me! Please, god, please!” Mac didn’t stop for a moment. I was definitely crying now. “Who first?” Bill asked, his smile wicked, as he added “But understand, boy, you’re asking for all of us, eventually.”

A rough hand grabbed some of my hair and pulled my head to the side. It was Mac, and he must have read the shocked confusion on my face, because he leaned in and said, “Who told you you could come, boy?” Behind me, with a few more rough and quick thrusts, Big Al dumped his second load of the night into my ass. My legs trembled as I felt the hot spurts inside my already wet hole. He ground himself against me for a few seconds, his belly heavy against my back, then pulled out. I felt his cum leaking out of my ass. Mac tugged my hair a bit harder, and I stumbled a bit towards himself, gripped my shoulder with his other hand and spun me around until my back was pressed against his chest, his hard dick heavy and hot against the small of my back. “Did you tell him he could come?” Mac asked Big Al. “Nope,” Big Al grinned through his bushy beard. “Did you?” Mac asked Robert, who smirked and shook his head. Mac’s voice was low and gravelly when he spoke next, leaning over me and speaking right into my ear, asking “Did you come without permission, boy?” “Yes,” I said, and he tugged on my hair just hard enough to make me hiss. “That’s ‘yes, Sir,’” he corrected. “Yes, sir!” I gasped. He laughed, and I felt it rumble from his chest and through my back. On the bed, Bill was climbing out from between Mark’s legs, and I saw a thick dribble of spunk drop from the end of his dick as he pulled out. I licked my lips and shivered. Mac laughed again, squeezing me against him. “Sorry, man,” Bill said to Big Al, though he didn’t sound remotely sorry at all. “He signed up.” Big Al shook his head, grunting an amused “Uh-huh.” “My turn,” Robert said, and I watched as the hairy blond climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself up between Mark’s bound thighs. He leaned over the young man and grinned as he spoke next to his ear, asking “How about you? You know how to say, ‘Yes, Sir’?” There was no mistaking the sounds Mark made as anything other than a gagged version of those exact words. Robert laughed, and leaned in closer, pressing against Mark and – I assumed – making his hard on obvious. “Good boy. Again?” Again Mark’s gagged version of the words, and he twisted a little against his bindings. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Again?” Robert asked, grinning. Again Mark replied, almost yelling through the spit-soaked gag. “So, you’d like me to fuck you, is that it, boy? You want me to breed your little boy hole?” Mark had barely managed to reply again before Robert raised his hips, positioned himself, and rammed his dick home in what I could tell was a rough – and deep – thrust. Mark’s head drooped and his legs strained against their bound and open position, and Robert laughed, throwing a mean fuck into the slim young man from the get-go. He braced his hairy arms to either side of Mark’s head, and pounded away at him. Mark’s inarticulate ongoing groans were punctuated by little bouts of breathlessness as the big hairy man rammed in deep. “How ‘bout you?” Mac asked, sliding his hand over my chest and taking one nipple between his rough fingers. “You doing to be a good boy?” I bit my lip, and when I didn’t respond fast enough, Mac gave my nipple a quick twist, and I yelped, pressing back against him, squirming. He didn’t relent, and I gasped out, “yes, sir!” He laughed. “That one’s got a whore’s ass,” Big Al said, nodding at me. I felt my face grow red. I looked away, and once again my eyes were drawn to Mark’s prone and bound body, and Robert’s rough fucking. Sweat was dripping from Robert’s forehead to a spot between Mark’s shoulder blades. Mark’s ongoing cry was growing almost inaudible now, breathy and quick. “How so?” Bill asked, and my eyes shot back to him. His hairy chest, and his thick, already hard dick, with the sheen of his load still on the purple cock head. “Barely got my tongue in his ass before he was begging for it,” Big Al said. “I think he would have done anything I asked.” My face was bright red, and I had to look away again. Still pressed hard behind me, Mac squeezed my nipple with another quick tweak, and I writhed again. “Huh,” Bill said. “That so?” He grinned, and moved to a large over-sized wooden chair with black leather cushioning and curved padded armrests, and pulled it out from against the wall. “Bring him here.” “You heard him.” Mac marched me to the chair, and Bill’s hands took my wrists and made me hold onto the high back of the tall chair while he picked up two more loops of tape-covered rope from beside the bed. He secured my wrists to the top of the chair – it was a little awkward to stand and lean that way. I was shaking – Bill’s fingers seemed scalding hot on my wrists, and my head was spinning. I could still see – and hear – the ongoing fucking noises of Robert and Mark, and I was breathing in quick heavy breaths. “Knees on the armrests,” Bill said, and the three men groped, grabbed, and lifted me until I was crouched on the armrests – I realized quickly that the “U” shape of the arm-rests were designed to do this, and that the whole chair must have been custom made. “Comfy, boy?” Bill asked. “Yes, sir!” I said. It came on reflex, and I shivered. Two more loops were tied around my ankles, securing me. I was more or less crouched on the padded chair, ass in the air, and legs spread, bent over just enough that looking up was uncomfortable. “Nice,” Mac said. All three men had stepped back. “Seriously,” Big Al said. “Watch this.” His bearded mouth returned to my hole and once again I was gasping, writhing and begging all at once. His tongue dove deep into my hole – my sore and sperm-slicked hole – and it was at once a relief and a torture. “Oh god, oh fuck, oh! OH!” I was pushing my ass back onto his tongue, desperate to feel full again. My head sank against the ridge of the chair’s back, and my hands twisted impotently against the loops that bound them in place. My toes curled, my back arched, and I desperately wanted it to stop and never stop, all at the same time. When Big Al pulled away, and laughed, I nearly whimpered. “See?” he asked. Bill moved around the front of the chair, blocking my view of Robert and Mark. He leaned in close, pulled up my head, and kissed me. His tongue filled my mouth and I swallowed it eagerly. When he pulled back, he was grinning at me. “I want you to beg us to ruin your hole, boy,” he said. And then I felt Mac’s mouth against my pucker.

Feeling Big Al’s cum leak out of my ass was strangely intoxicating. I felt a sort of wild freedom as I rose, still licking some of his spunk from my lips, and the big bearded man rose beside me. He wrapped one of his huge arms around my neck and half pulled, have crushed me against him. A second later we were moving up the stairs and across the hall to where I saw light streaming through the open door of the master bedroom. Big Al put a finger to his bearded mouth, and I nodded. We walked to the open door as quietly as we could, though given the grunts and moans coming from the open door – as well as the noises coming from behind the closed doors at the opposite end of the hallway - I was pretty sure no one was going to hear us. Big Al got to the door first, and grinned, gesturing to me with one hand to come stand beside him. I bit my bottom lip, felt more of his spunk dribble from my ass, and went to join him. My mouth dropped open at the view. Mark lay naked and spread-eagle on the king-sized bed, each of his ankles secured in a loop of tape-covered rope that was secured to the bedposts at the head of the bed frame, his hands were tied in front of him, and he was perched up on his elbows, his slim chest already damp with sweat. He was blindfolded with one bandanna, and a second bandanna was tied around his open mouth, gagging him. Behind him, between his legs and grinding into him with an exaggerated circular motion that I imagined was causing all sorts of incredible sensations was Bill, who’d shucked his shirt and revealed his stocky, hairy chest, and one strong arm which gripped tight in Mark’s hair and pulled him backward as he shifted himself behind the young man. The open bottle of lube, and the wicked smile on Bill’s face told me that his dick was buried deep, and the groaning, moaning voice that was muffled by the gag told me that Mark was definitely enjoying having Bill inside his ass. Bill saw us, of course, and his smile widened. He winked at me, sticking out his tongue and giving Mark a short series of faster hip-grinds, which made Mark groan all the louder. Bill leaned forward and pulled harder on Mark’s hair, until his mouth was close to Mark’s ear. “What if I told you you were being watched, little boy?” Bill asked. “Do you like the idea of being watched as much as you like the idea of being fucked?” Mark’s groan was nearly tortured – I knew that sound, I’d been making it earlier: he didn’t want to want it, but he desperately wanted it. Bill smiled all the wider. “You know daddy is going to make you his, don’t you?” he asked, and again, the moan that followed was nearly guttural. Bill laughed. Beside me, I felt Big Al’s fingers brush my ass, and then slide between my ass cheeks. I looked at him, and he grinned, tugging me toward him until I was standing in front of him. His cock had recovered from before, and he rubbed it up and down the small of my back. I couldn’t help it – I groaned a bit myself, and I saw Mark startle as he realized Bill hadn’t been setting up a fantasy. Mark was truly being watched. But Bill took Mark’s mind off it almost immediately, letting go of his hair, bracing both arms to either side of the slim young man, and then giving his ass three quick pumps that made Mark’s shoulders sag and his head slump. He was almost whimpering. Tied up like that, he couldn’t do much but be ridden, and I could see the tension building in his body. “You want daddy to ruin you, don’t you, boy?” Bill said, his voice deep and almost dangerous. My whole body shivered, and behind me, Big Al aimed his dick at my spunk-sticky hole and pushed himself into me. I ground back against him, leaning forward slightly to accommodate his height, and groaned again. My eyes were riveted to Bill’s hairy arms and chest as he moved in a constant rhythm against Mark. God, I wanted to be Mark. Big Al’s hand slid around my chest and pulled me up against himself. His thick beard tickled my ear as he leaned in close, and whispered “The boy’s about to be bred for real, just like your friend Tim. My head spun. I wasn’t entirely sure what Big Al meant. I opened my mouth to ask him, and then heard another voice. “Is this where the line starts?” I turned to see Robert and Mac, who had come from one of the rooms behind me and were obviously done blowing each other – though they were both hard, both naked, and both enjoying the show happening in front of them. “Definitely,” Big Al huffed, starting to fuck me now, standing behind me and jabbing me with his cock with short little thrusts. My sore hole clenched on his dick, and I bit my lip. My eyes returned to Mark, who must have heard the question and the answer. His noises were barely coherent. Bill ground into him. “Ready for it, boy? Ready for freedom?” Mark’s head bowed, his hair sweaty and sticking up from all angles from Bill’s grip. He was desperately shoving back against Bill’s dick, and the sound he managed to make wasn’t exactly a word, but the intent was clear. He desperately wanted Bill to keep fucking him. “Fuck yeah,” Robert’s voice was heavy with lust, adding “Fill that boy with the seed.” It finally clicked what was happening. Tim’s talk about how fucking with Bill had opened his mind up to new experiences and new freedoms. Big Al’s “bred for real” comment. Bill saying he would “ruin” Mark. I gasped, and Big Al’s hands clenched on my waist, holding me in place, and he started to mirror Bill’s thrusts. What if I’d been the one who’d chosen Bill’s keys? On the bed, I heard Bill growl, and he nearly yelled as he said “Fuck yeah, boy – there it is, take daddy’s seed in deep!” My whole body clenched, and I came on the spot without touching my cock at all.

I've always been oral, although had a few bare cocks slide up me with gob or precum as lube. My ass seems alot more accommodating with a bare cock than a covered one. They pump me 4/5 times with 2-3 repeats then I get them to pull out. Orally never turn down any cocks clean ripe. Must have had thousands down my throat. 20 is my biggest sitting! Love the taste of spunk, even stale spunk on a cock. Love the smell on my face!!