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Chapter 1: THE BLACK ALPHA It all started about a year ago. I was visiting some family in the Bible Belt and was bored so I turned on Grindr. I filtered for all the usual: tall, black, muscular. I've always had a thing for black guys. They tend to be so masculine, with an attitude that makes me go crazy, and God do they know how to fuck. Of course in a rural area that meant most of the guys popping up were far away. That's when I saw him, or his profile pic at least. He was tall (6'4"), a few years older than me (29), and had one of the hottest profile pics I've ever seen - shirtless, huge chest and arms, swollen like a serious weightlifter but not super toned like the usual gym queens I find in Miami, a little fur on his chest, and a light glisten of sweat. I though for sure he wouldn't be sexually interestedin me. I mean I'm 6'2", white, blue eyes, cute face, nice round butt, but I'm just naturally thin and smooth, not muscular or toned enough to grab the attention of most muscular gods. But I've always found that big muscular black guys are into guys like me, so I messaged him: "what's up?" He told me he was bored at work (as a cop), so we chatted for what seemed like forever. He told me about his career, his college years, how he'd always lived in the Deep South but wanted to move, he was bi, loved drinking and playing shooter games online all night. We will call him John. He just oozed the sexiest confident masculinity in everything he said without sounding like he was bragging, from how he described himself as mercilessly competitive when playing sports with his bros to how most straight and bi guys he'd been with turned into bottoms for him. He never got sexual with me or indicated he was interested in more than friendly chat, which just made me want him even more. He sent me another pic with his face. He was perfection. He had a big, strong jaw, beautiful eyes, a smile that could melt panties right off. He was build like a linebacker (he was a jock in school), with big arms, massive shoulders, a wide chest, and massive muscular legs. That night I jerked off looking at his pic. And the night after. CLOSE BUT JUST BEING TEASED After that we became friends. Every few weeks, I would drive up to spend a few days hanging with him and crashing on his couch. He could obviously tell that I was infatuated with him. It was like he taunted me with it. he would go for a run and come back shirtless, dripping in sweat, with his basketball shorts clinging to the outline of one of the biggest dicks I'd ever seen (he never wore underwear). I'm usually not into body odor at all, but every once in a while you find that guy who's pheromones just click with yours in such a way that his sweat is the biggest turn on. He was that to me. I was almost disgusted by myself for how much the smell of his sweat made my knees weak. Something he clearly picked up on, as he would often jokingly leave his sweat soaked shorts on the couch pillow I slept on. During the day we would chill, play Call of Duty, drink, hit the gym (being around him gave me the overwhelming urge to try to get into shape to get his attention), or just hang at a local pool so he could show off his insane body for all the hot chicks and dudes there. He had such confidence in public it was almost nauseating to watch. He would just walk up to any hot person he wanted and they'd be all over him. He collected numbers like it was nothing. At night he would usually have a few of his very straight bros over (he wasn't out as bi to anyone except the guys he fucked) and we would drink beer and play Call of Duty late into the night. It was crazy how masculine thy all were. It was like being in a wet dream: 4-5 huge black jocks getting drunk and shouting obscenities at each other as they played their shooter game. Usually one night each trip, we would also go out to a local bar (he lived in a moderately sized southern city so there were plenty of bars). We would drink beer and he would find some hot chick to blatantly hit on or some hot jock to inconspicuously seduce. He never missed his mark. If there wasn't any decent tail at the bar, he would just hit up Grindr and have some hot dude meet up with us for a few drinks. Either way, there was always someone going home with him other than me. I would crash on the couch and have to hear him drunkenly fucking the life out of someone in his room. They were never quiet. His grunting was like listening to an animal mauling its prey. The bed always sounded like it was going to snap in half, or break through the wall. I would usually close my eyes and jerk off to his grunting, my nose buried in the couch pillow inhaling deeply the smell of the sweat that had soaked into it from his basketball shorts. His tricks never stayed for long, but he always came so loud that I had plenty of time to clean myself off before the bedroom door opened for his truck of the night to leave. It was the sickest form of torture, watching every worthless slut in town get him. Even though they didn't appreciate what a god he was, or how lucky they were for the opportunity to be used for his pleasure. He must have known what that did to me. The way he would smirk at me, standing naked in the door of his room, as his trick let him/herself out, like he got off on teasing me. Still, those brief glimpses of his perfect form, naked, sweat pouring off him, his swollen, slightly fury chest heaving deeply from the exertion of nearly breaking his bed in half... it was enough to make everything worth it - like meeting God and realizing you are just a small part of his plan. The next morning I would find 2 or 3 used Magnum condoms casually thrown on the floor of the bathroom, each filled with what looked like a week's worth of cum. This was him teasing me again. Jesus could that man shoot a huge load. It always took every ounce of self control not to eat his loads straight out of those condoms, and I hated myself for wanting it so bad. THE MOMENT MY LIFE BEGAN After nearly a year, John and I had settled into a routine. It was so comfortable being around him when we were alone together on my weekend trips to see him. We talked about almost everything (except for my obvious overwhelming love for him), and I realized we had become each other's best friend. Sitting around playing Call of Duty and drinking beer with him had become the highlight of my month. I felt so close to him that it didn't matter whether I would ever have him in a sexual way. Just being a part of his life was all I needed. I still couldn't help getting submissive around him. I would regularly clean his house and do his laundry when I was over (it was clear no one did much of that when I wasn't around). I would put away the prescription bottles for his meds (pain meds for an old sports injury and such) when he left them out on the bathroom counter. When we were hanging out, I would almost reflexively get up to get him another beer when he finished his last one. He once mentioned to me that he wanted to eat healthier, so I started learning how to cook healthy stuff for him. It wasn't anything huge or fancy, I was hardly a professional maid service, but it was just some way for me to contribute to his happiness - which, in turn, brought me happiness. One Saturday, John decided we would stay in and drink with his buddies. He invited over the usual crowd. Me and 5 huge black jocks sat around drinking beer, playing Call of Duty, and cursing each other out when we lost. By 3am, we were all more than a little buzzed and tired. His friends all took Ubers home. I was picking up plates, beer bottles, etc., and carrying them to the kitchen. That's when it happened. I felt his hand grab my ass. He had never once touched me in a sexual way. He had never even so much as explicitly flirted with me or even insinuated he wanted to fuck me. I was so shocked I almost dropped an armful of beer bottles onto the tile. I couldn't move or even think. He moved up closer till he was pressing against me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I dropped the dishes and bottles from my hands onto the counter. In his typical low, rough voice, he said it: "You finally ready to be my bitch?" Over a year of fantasizing and yet I can't even put into words how unprepared I was for this moment. "Wha-what?" I finally managed to stammer out. Before I could respond further, his hand was down the back of my pants. Two of his fingers probing between my ass cheeks. I was suddenly in a blind panic. NO! This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I wasn't ready. I wasn't good enough yet. I hadn't spent nearly enough time at the gym. I hadn't gotten enough of a tan. In all of my fantasies I was more prepared. I was the tight, toned bottom bitch he deserved. There was no way I was good enough as is to make him happy. He spun me around, his two fingers now swirling around my hole. I nearly passed out from pleasure and panic. "I said, are you finally ready to be my bitch?" I never managed to say anything, but I nodded slightly. He leaned in and kissed me. A sloppy, drunk, passionate kiss. You know before when I said seeing him naked was like meeting God? I was wrong. This was meeting God. I instantly knew my body was not my own, that for the next few hours every inch of me would be nothing more than a tool to be used for his pleasure. He wrapped his enormous arm around me (his other hand still rubbing my hole) and lifted me up like I was a feather. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me into his bedroom and threw me on his bed so hard I almost bounced off it. He stood at the end of the bed and shucked his shorts/shirt onto the floor. There it was, the perfect alpha male body. His broad shoulders and enormous arms seemed even more muscular than usual. The only lighting was some faint streetlights shining through the window, but I could stil make out the light fur sprawled across his chest and trailing down to his dick. Holy fuck, is that dick huge. It's gotta be every bit of 10 inches and thicker than any dick over ever seen in person. I didn't have to guess what he wanted. Like with every trick I'd heard him fuck before, he barked orders to me: "Suck my dick, bitch." I crawled across the bed till I was face to face with it. I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life. A thick, hard, smooth shaft that curved slightly downward, ending in an enormously fat head. Precum was dripping out of it now. I looked up at him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. A drop of his precum fell onto my tongue. It was just as incredible as I'd always imagined. I swallowed the head of his dick and quickly realized what an impossible task this would be. I wasn't even a quarter of the way down his shaft and I was almost gagging. He grabbed the back of my head and I knew he was about to throat fuck me. I gagged and choked and never made it halfway down his shaft, but he seemed to enjoy it. He let out the same loud grunts amid heard him make dozens of times. I must be doing something right. After a while he ripped my shirt off - no, really, he literally ripped it off my body - and yanked my shorts off. He flipped me on my stomach and I felt him use his knees to push my legs apart. He spread my round ass cheeks and I felt a glob of spit hit my hole. He pulled my arms behind my back and held them in place with one hand, while he used the other hand to aim his cock at my soon to be destroyed boi pussy. He pushed and I though for sure he would never be able to get inside me. I relaxed as much as I could and suddenly my hole started to spread, like a tight rubber band over a thick roll of paper. The moment his head popped inside me I almost passed out from the pain. I screamed so loud he slapped me upside the head and covered my mouth. "Bitches don't wake the neighborhood!" He yelled at me in his barreling voice. As he pushed in further, I felt like everything inside me was being ripped apart. Finally he stopped for a moment. The pain subsides, he spit some more on his shaft, and he pushed further. This went on for what seemed like forever. Finally I felt it, his huge balls resting on me, his pubes grinding against my ass. I had made it. Now the fun began. As he started to thrust in and out, I felt all the pain turn to indescribable pleasure. Every thrust was like the greatest orgasm I'd ever had. Every grunt he made was like having a wild animal snarling in my ear. He was such a magnificent beast, and for this brief moment he was mine. He leaned down and wrapped his arm around my neck, his massive bicep and forearm pressed against my throat. With each breath, with the tiniest flex, I felt my neck being choked. I'd had tops play around with lightly choking me before, but this was something entirely different. He would gently squeeze till my face turned pink and I felt like I was practically going to pass out. Then he would release as I choked for air. Then he would squeeze again. All the while he was like driving my ass so hard I felt like he might actually break me in half. The bed shook and hit the wall with all the force of this 240+ lbs man. My screams shifted in and out as he choked me and then released. This went on for what must have been an 2 hours before I heard a familiar sound. His grunts were getting louder, his breaths shallower, and his thrusts harder. His engorged balls were hitting me so hard I was sure they'd leave a bruise. Finally it happened: he shoved in balls deep and held it there, yelling louder than I'd ever heard him before (it nearly scared me), and his massive balls shot volley after volley of his cum into me. I could feel each volley. I counted them: 27. By the time he was done, I could feel his load pouring out of my now bloody hole, around his cock, and running down my legs, forming a pool on the sheets beneath us. I'd realized he hadn't used a condom when he first shoved inside me and honestly I was happy about it, but I was surprised. He'd always used condoms for as long as I'd known him (I always found the evidence on the bathroom floor the next day). Maybe that just meant he was comfortable with me cause he knew me - unlike his usual random tricks. He collapsed on top of me, wrapping both of his arms around me. That's when he did something I didn't expect; he kissed me, on the back of the neck. It was a sweet, affectionate kiss. Not like him at all. I expected him to kick me out of his room and onto the couch, but instead he just laid there on top of me, holding me. It took nearly 10 minutes for his cock to get soft enough that it popped out of me on its own. He rolled off of me, which should have been a relief as I could barely breath with him on top of me, but instead almost made me cry. This was it. Our moment was done. As he laid next to me, I felt him shove three fingers into me, scooping out a portion of his load. He held them in front of my face, his cum dripping onto my mouth. The most glorious white glistening substance in the world. I opened my mouth and he shoved his fingers so far in that he was scratching the back of my throat. I fought the urge to gag and instead savored this moment. The most insanely intense sex of my life just happened with the sexiest God of a man on earth. He'd pounded me so hard I'd be sore and bruised for days. He'd unloaded a massive amount of cum into me. He was inside me. A part of me. Whatever happened next, whoever he fucked the next day, couldn't take that away. I had been able to be used for his pleasure. I'd made him happy. That's all that matters. He pulled his fingers from my mouth, cover in cum and spit, and wiped them gently across my face. He was being far more affectionate than I expected. He grabbed my face in his large hand, turned it towards him, and held it there. Our faces were nearly touching. I could feel his breath as he exhaled. "What do you look so worried?" He asked. I simply shrugged. I didn't know how to tell him that this was everything I had wanted for over a year. That every waking thought and every dream I'd had for 12 months had involved him and various forms of this very fantasy. That it was infinitely better than I'd ever imagined, but I was now sad it was over. "Stop worrying." He said. That panty melting smile grew across his perfect face. My heart melted. THIS was meeting God. "I fucking love you, and you're mine now." He announced as he pulled me in so tight against him that I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. I was once again breathless. How is this possible? How is this real? It must be a dream. But my ass hurts waaaay too much for this to be a dream. He kissed me again. It wasn't sloppy or drunk this time. It was slow, soft, and passionate. It went on forever. I couldn't stop. I just kept kissing him as he climbed back on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him, laying on my back, and that's when I felt it - his massive dick, hard again and pressing at my hole. He broke free from our kiss and gently leaned his forehead against mine. "I fucking love you too, and I was always yours." I whispered as he slide back inside me. Next chapter: BECOMING HIS BITCH

Chapter 2: BECOMING HIS BITCH I woke up to a strange feeling. A huge hand on my ass, and an arm wrapped around me. I could hear him snoring like a truck. It's pretty rare for any guy who fucks me to want me around after he nutts, so waking up with one cuddling me was strange. Then it hit me: this wasn't just a hand on my ass, it was HIS hand; this wasn't just an arm around me, it was HIS arm. My heart raced and my cock went rigid. I felt him stirring next to me. The hand on my ass moved to my chest and he pushed down on me, using the hand on my chest as leverage as he sat up. He leaned over me and looked at me with that same smirk he use to tease me with when he got done fucking his tricks. He rubbed his hand over the dried cum and spit on my face. "God damn, you're a dirty little bitch." He groaned as he stood up, walking to the bathroom. He emerged a few moments later in his basketball shorts and a tshirt. He grabbed his phone and his ear buds as he walked out the door, obviously off for a morning run. I sat up and immediately realized I had a lot of work to do cleaning this place up before he got back. The sheets were covered in his cum and specs of blood from my ass. The floors throughout the place were a mess (his bros always tracked dirt and mud and shit in when they came over). There were still dishes in the kitchen from the night before - I hadn't gotten to clean them last night before he threw me on his bed and fucked me like the luckiest fag in the world. I crawled out of bed and that's when I realized how insanely sore and bruised my ass was. I went to the bathroom and checked out the damage in the mirror. I had dried cum covering my ass and thighs. Bruises on my waist where he grabbed me and held me down. Bruises on my ass where he had pounded me like a monster truck. I felt so proud of my war wounds - evidence that I had been used for John's pleasure. I turned on the shower and stepped in. The warm water stung my bruises a bit. I felt the spit and cum washing off me, and the clean smell of body wash and shampoo cleared out the smell of my own body odor. I had finished washing the dishes, moping the floor, and moved the sheets into the drier when I realized John had been gone longer than a usual run. I figured it was just more time for me to clean up before he got home. I had just finished making lunch for him when I heard the door open. He came in soaked with much more sweat than usual (clearly the result of his longer than usual run). It was literally dripping off every inch of him onto the freshly cleaned floor. "I know how much my little bitch loves my sweat." He said as he closed the door. He threw his shirt on the floor, took off his shorts, and walked towards me. His massive chest looked so perfect when it was shiny with sweat, and the stench of it filled my lungs and caused my dick to spring up like a dog who just heard the doorbell ring. When he was only a few inches from me he took his now balled up shorts in one hand and grabbed my bottom jaw with his other. He opened my mouth and shoved his shorts so far in I thought I might gag on it. His sweet sweat filled my mouth. It was dripping off his shorts all over my face and down my throat. I almost came right then. He closed my mouth around his shorts and barked at me: "that stays in there till I say so, little bitch." I nodded in agreement. Next he lifted his right arm above his head, revealing his gorgeous hairy pit. With his left hand still holding my jaw, he shoved my entire face into his pit. "Smell that faggot. Breath deep. You're going to smell that for the next 10 minutes." My hand instinctively moved to my hard dick, but he quickly slapped me on the side of my face "you don't fucking touch yourself ever again, bitch. You only cum from getting that pussy fucked." I nodded with my face still in his armpit. "You ready to clean me off, bitch?" I moaned approval around his shorts still in my mouth. He pulled my head from his pit. My entire face was soaked in his sweat. I'd never been so turned on in my life. His sweat was like nectar from the gods. He removed the shorts from my mouth, pushed me down to the floor till I was on all fours like a dog, and barked his next order, "Open your mouth, bitch." I looked up at him from the floor. He was even more of an alpha God from this angle. He was still dripping sweat from all over. He chest rose and fell like a mountain shifting above me. I opened my mouth and he leaned his head over me. He let out a single, massive glob of spit. It dropped slowly from his mouth and fell with a splat all over my face, mouth, and tongue. "Now start cleaning, beginning with my feet." I began licking his toes, sucking every last drop of sweat from each before moving on to the next. His feet, like everything else about him, were massive. When I was sure I had thoroughly cleaned them, I worked my way up to his powerful calves, worshipping the swollen muscles. His thighs took me the longest. When I made my way to his inner thighs I felt like he could easily crush my skull like an egg if he flexed them. His ass was perfect. Massive doesn't even begin to describe it. Round like two globes, and muscular. I wish my ass were half this big. I licked his ass cheeks like I was making love to them. When I went for his balls he stopped me. I looked up at him with sad puppy dog eyes. "Not yet, bitch." He said to me in a stern voice. So I worked my way up his chest, licking each of his chest hairs clean, and sucking his nipples like I was sucking his dick. That made him groan, just a little. I made a mental note to come back to them whenever I wanted to arouse him. Finally I made it to his pits. Glorious, sweaty landscapes of fur and muscle. I was in hog heaven. THIS was meeting God. After I finished cleaning every inch of his body from the neck down, he finally guided me to his balls. They were perfection. Two huge orbs hanging so low under his massive cock that they dropped below his dick head. I gently sucked his left nut into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. His right nut hung down covering half my face as I gazed up at him: my alpha god. He groaned again. I knew I could do this right. I knew I could bring him the pleasure he deserved if I just worked hard enough. I moved to the right nut and cleaned it dry. Finally, I sat in front of him, face to face again with his massive 10 inch cock, which was at about half mast at that point. I looked up at him longingly, awaiting his approval. "Go get me a beer." He insisted. I scrambled to the kitchen and retrieved his beer before positioning myself back on the floor in front of him. "You want this dick?" He asked sarcastically as he smirked at me with that teasing smile. "Yes." I sheepishly replied. "Yes, what?" He barked back at me. "Yes, sir." I corrected myself. "Beg for it, little bitch. Convince me to let you." He replied. "Please, sir. I need it." I blurted out, my eyes nearly tearing up with the need to please him. "Why?" He inquired, but it was a rhetorical question. He knew why. "Because I need to please you. I need to be used by you." "Why is that?" I realized the answer he wanted. "Because I'm your worthless bitch." I lowered my face in shame as I said it. He leaned over, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled my head back till I was Looking up at him. "You're my bitch, and I don't own worthless things. Don't fucking call any of my shit worthless again." "Yes, sir." I replied. "How long have you wanted this dick?" He demanded. "Always, sir." "That's right, bitch. You've always been a faggot after my cock since day 1, haven't you?" He mocked me, grinning from ear to ear. "Yes, sir. I've waited all this time." "Beg harder, bitch." "Please, sir." I begged, tears welling up at this point. "Please use me." Seeing me beg and cry for his dick got his rock hard. He walked over to the couch, sat down, and pointed at his engorged cock. I crawled over to him, positioned myself between his legs (where I belonged), wiped the tears from my eyes, and took the head of it into my mouth. I wanted to take it slow this time - show him I had the skills to please him while he relaxed. He laid back into the couch and sipped his beer. I spend half an hour slowly swirling my tongue around his cock head, then slowly taking as much of it down my throat as I could manage. Teasing the head and letting him hit the back of my throat both seemed to elicit moans and groans from him. The whole time I stared at him - this massive beast of a god - realizing I was the luckiest faggot in the world. I used one hand to play with his huge balls, and the other to gently trace the ripples of muscle on his chest. When he was ready, he pulled my head off his lap, picked me up, and threw me into the couch. He positioned me on my side, holding one leg in the air so high that it lifted my ass off the couch. He stood above me on the couch, his hard cock pointed at my hole, and place done foot on the side of my face, smoothing my head into the couch. In one fluid motion he drove his entire dick into me. Once again I was screaming in pain. Did his cock get bigger since last night?! He held his cock balls deep inside me for a few moments until my screaming subsided. Then he began pile driving his dick into me, pulling it almost completely out and then slamming it back in so hard I swear he shook the entire apartment as his crotch smashed into my ass. his foot pressed down on my face like I was just a bug to be crushed under his heel. He was reaching depths I'd never felt before. It was both excruciating pain and unbelievable pleasure. I screamed at the top of my lungs with every thrust. That only seemed to encourage him. I'm sure I never overheard him fuck any of his tricks nearly this hard. It felt like he might actually kill me, and I couldn't have been happier. I knew from the night before that he didn't seem to bother changing positions once he got started, so I knew I'd be in this spot for a while. I tried to relax, to concentrate on the pleasure and release the pain. 45 minutes in, I was cramping all over, but I dared not try to move. 1.5 hours in, I could barely feel anything I was so numb. How could he possibly fuck like this for this long?! I could hear him breathing heavily for a while now. I could feel his sweat dripping down onto me, I was completely covered in it by now (the entire couch was). Just when I knew I couldn't handle any more, his breathing got deeper and his grunts got louder. With one final glorious thrust, he shot over a dozen volleys of cum into my ass. He dropped me onto the couch as he dismounted his new broken in horse. His cum once again poured out of my gaping hole and over my thighs. I was clearly losing my voice from screaming so much. I had what seemed like a permanent outline of his foot on the side of my face. My entire body was cramped. My ass was numb. And my glorious alpha beast stood over me, beating his chest in victory. His smile masked how exhausted he otherwise clearly was. But that smile. That I could bring that perfect smile to his face was better than any fuck. That I could bring him pleasure gave everything meaning. I could barely move until he smacked me on the ass so hard I nearly leaped off the couch. "Good job, little bitch." That night he practically had to carry me to bed. He had placed his still sweaty shorts over my pillow like a pillowcase. I spent then entire night inhaling the sweet smell of his sweaty balls. I hadn't cum, and my cock stayed rock hard all night. Next chapter: THE GANG RAPE

Paul wiped the man's cum off his back, and wiped his ass cheeks with the towel. He suddenly realised that his cock and ass were on show as he was doing it, and he looked up to see he had gathered a sizable audience. He saw one particular guy, quite chubby, who was unashamadly beating his stubby cock. Paul got turned on. He loved older guys being turned on by him. His drunkeness blinded him, and he made a move towards the man. He grabbed Paul by the arm and lead him to a cabin. 'Come on slut', he whispered, and Paul felt his cock begin to grow. The man locked the cabin behind them, and took out a bottle of poppers. He sniffed hungrily. 'Sniff this bitch'. Paul obeyed, and as he sniffed, the man moved in, removing Paul's towel and fondling his body. The man was rock hard, and moaning audibly. He ran his hand down Paul's body, his finger bouncing off of each square of Paul's young six pack. 'Turn around', the man said. Paul turned around, kneeling on the small bed, pushing his ass into the air invitingly. He noticed another one of those biohazard tattoos. 'What's your tattoo?' he asked absentmindedly. 'Nothing you need to know about boy', the man said. Paul shuffled further onto the bed. 'You want me to fuck you slut?'. Paul nodded his agreement, and the man mounted Paul from behind, resting his hands on Paul's slim, muscular hips. Paul winced as he felt the man's cock slide into him. The man began to pound immediately, panting as he leaned on Paul's slender frame. 'Ah... ow... slow down... please?' Paul pleaded. The man spat on Paul's back. 'Shut the fuck up slut'. This turned Paul on even more, though he knew it shouldn't. The man pounded Paul's ass, and Paul began to enjoy it. 'Awww yeah, fuck me. FUCK ME!' Paul began to play with his cock as the man slammed his ass. He could hear the man panting, almost as if he was struggling. Suddenly, he pulled out. He pushed Paul against the wall and lay on the bed. 'Sit on my cock you fucking slut'. Paul did what he was told, and straddled the man. His asshold quivered over the man's cock as he lowered himself onto it, moaning. 'Fuck me... please'. The man kneaded Paul's ass cheeks, still not believing the body he could see bouncing in front of him. It wasn't long before the man knew he couldn't hold it any more. 'Aww yeah I'm gonna cum. You ready boy? You want my toxic seed boy?' 'Yes! YES! Fuck me... fucking cum in my ass!' Paul wondered fleetingly what the man meant by toxic, but he grinded his asshold onto the man's cock. He could hear heavy panting from the door, and he knew there was a huge queue of men behind it that wanted him. 'Oh boy, oh... ahhh... I'm gonna... here it comes!' Paul screamed as he felt jet after jet of hot cum splash inside his asshole. The man was screaming, kneading Paul's ass so hard it was turning red. He lay, panting, as Paul's asshole quivered, unable to hold the load any longer. He peeled himself off of the man's cock, feeling warm cum flooding down his legs. The man was spent, unable to move. Paul slowly picked up his towel, cleaning his ass as he did. The man stared at him malevolently. 'You ready for another load boy?' Paul knew he shouldn't, but the man's cock was so small... He wanted more. 'Y-yes', Paul said. The man grinned. 'Open the door then boy...'

Chapter XIV After about 5 minutes of laying there the poz guy got up, grabbed his shorts and stuff, and was gone. I looked over at my boy and he had tears streaming down his cheeks. It about tore my heart out to see it. I leaned over to him and kissed him, telling him everything was fine. He whimpered back to me that he was so sorry that he took that poz load and may come up poz now himself. I told him not to worry, it happens. I then told him I had a confession to make. He looked at me and I told him that I had already taken a load of that guy's poz cum just a short time ago. I told him I found out he was poz the same way he did, as he was cumming in my hole. We could both be poz now. My love's eyes got really big then and asked who the hell that guy was? I told him I had no idea exactly, but he apparently owned the bar we usually went to and had seen us there and had apparently planned all this. I then told him about seeing just small pieces of that huge cock for a couple of weeks and I had just wanted to see it is all but had ended up getting fucked by him. I had not planned on cheating, it had just happened in the heat of the moment when I saw how huge it was. My bf was still sniffling some but was starting to come around a little. He asked what the heck we were going to do if we both came up poz or worse if only one of us did? I told him not to worry about it now as it was done. We would just have to wait and see what happened. I told him though, that if he came up poz and not me, I would definitely take all of his loads till I converted too. He told me he would do the same for me. We were both starting to feel a little better now and also the talk about that huge cock had both of us getting horny again. I wanted that huge cock but at the same time no way. I just leaned over my boy and kissed him and soon we were making out hot and heavy. Then we switched around and started a 69 for a while. Soon he could not take it anymore and threw me off of him and onto my back. He lifted my legs over his shoulders like the poz guy had done him and rammed his cock in me and started pounding as hard as he could. It was only about 5 minutes but well worth it as he rammed his cock home and flooded my hole good. We laid there for a bit kissing and then got up and got dressed and headed home to see what else may come up.

I will just leave this here. It's a poster from the Stigma Project. I've been displaying it on some of my profiles and never saw the word "clean" ever again. Now if guys asks me the question, I know : A - he's ignorant B - he didn't bother to check my profile

10 Years Later... Paul coughed his way out of bed for the first time in days. He trudged over to the mirror and had a look at himself. His viral load had come back a week before as 600,000, and it seemed unstoppable. They had tried everything, but it still wouldn't work. he remembered himself fondly at the age of 21. For the first time in years, a flood of sexual energy surged through Paul's body. He thought of his tight young pecs, his six pack, his tanned skin. He lay back on the bed and took out his penis. He began to helplessly tug on it. What was once a huge bull cock lay flaccid in his hand, and as he looked, it began to seep diseased liquid. He lay back on the bed and wept. He was so alone. He remembered how beautiful he was, and lamented over the fact that he had destroyed his life. The AIDS had taken over so fast, within a year of his bareback adventure. He had never had sex since. Nobody wanted to touch him. Even bug chasing twinks thought he was too nasty to go near. His body was ready to give up. ***

Paul followed the skinny man through the dark halls, as he desperately tried to stem the flow of blood and cum leaking from his fuckhole. The man kept turning back to check Paul was there, each time rubbing himself as he stared at Paul's body. They entered into a lighter part of the sauna, filled with beds and soft furnishings. There were condoms filled with cum all over the floor, as well as empty lube packets. The skinny man stopped in front of a bed, and pulled Paul into him. He fondled Paul's body, moaning gently as he did. He whispered, 'I'm not long for this World. I have to pass on my special gift. Do you want my gift?' Paul hesitated... what did he mean? The man stared at him intently, and Paul noticed there was a small gaggle of oggling men around them, desperate to see what was going to happen next. 'Yes, I want it', Paul said. The man smiled, revealing a set of vile yellow teeth. His gums were damaged, cracking with blood as he grinned. 'Get on the bed', he whispered. Paul crawled onto the bed, settling on all fours and spreading his ass for the man. 'No', said the man as he crawled next to Paul. 'Lie on your side, I want to hold you'. Paul lay on his side, as the man wrapped his arms around his warm, young body. The man rubbed his fingers around Paul's asshole, rubbing Paul's last load between his fingers. Paul felt the distinct popping of the man's mushroom head invading his ass, and the man moaned as he cradled Paul. The audience were in their element, pumping their cocks as they watched the man invade Paul's ass. 'I love you', the man said, stroking Paul's hair. 'I love you so much... do you love me?' 'I love you', Paul said. 'Fuck me harder... please...'. The man complied, spreading Paul's ass with long, hard, but slow thrusts, and he continued to moan. 'I'm close', he whispered. 'My gift will live on, through you... I love you'. The man screamed as he unloaded 8 days worth of stored load into Paul's ass. Cum fountained from Paul's ass, pouring down the sides of the man's dick. He held Paul so tight that Paul's chest began to hurt. He kissed Paul's back, running his hands along Paul's slender arms and legs. As he calmed down, he slowly slid his long cock from Paul's ass, as fountains of pink cum, mixed with Paul's damaged ass juice, flowed out after him. Paul turned around to look at the load pouring out, and noticed the man's dick. It was rotten, filled with legions. Puss slowly leaking from it. Paul felt fear for the first time in his adventure, and he got up to leave. 'I have to leave', he panicked, and he searched frantically for his towel. 'Not so fast', a voice said, and the audience advanced on him, pushing him back onto the bed. 'Our turn'. There were some seriously hot studs in the group, and Paul's fear slowly ebbed away as his dick sprang to attention. He finally succumbed to the touching, the caressing, and lay back on the bed. What happened next turned Paul on more than he had ever known in his life. For two hours, he became the fuck toy of every man in the sauna. His ass ached, but he took load after load after load, screaming in agony and sexual ecstasy as he was used like a ragdoll. After the last man had finished, he lay, spent, his ass aching. His dick was swollen after cumming so many times, and he didn't want to move. Eventually he woke up, after realising he had nodded off. His aching fuckhole told him he had been used a couple more times in his sleep. He got up, found his towel, and tried to get his bearings. A torrent of cum flooded down his legs, and he desperately tried to wipe it with his towel. 'I need a shower', he thought, and he headed off towards the changing room, where he had no idea another adventure was awaiting him. To be continued...

Paul opened the door of the cabin to see a muscular guy standing there, stroking his cock. He stared down at Paul. 'You want me to fuck you boy?' Paul nodded his agreement. 'Not here', the man whispered, and he took Paul by the arm, leading him down the corridor to a set of stairs. The stairs were lined with men, most naked, all stroking their cocks. They turned to see Paul, and he was sure one of the guys nearly slipped off the step, stunned by Paul's beauty. The man pushed his way through the men, as hands reached out to touch Paul. They fondled his ass, ran their hands down his back, his stomach and arms. As they neared the top, someone shouted: 'Wait! Please!' Paul wheeled around to see an skinny man standing in front of him. 'Ahhh... ahhhhhhh... AHHHHHHHHHHH!' The man's cock erupted with a thick shot of cum. It hit Paul's stomach with a splat. Paul looked down to see a thick, creamy load running down his stomach. The man tried to grab Paul as the young guy's cock was rapidly hardening. 'Hey!' the muscular man shouted, pushing the skinny man back. 'He's mine'. 'Please come with me!' The skinny man shouted. 'I don't have long left, I need to pass it on before I go! Please!' Paul didn't know what to do, but the muscular man pulled his arm harded. Paul looked back, as the skinny man stared at him malevolently. They arrived at a doorway, and as the muscular man opened the door, Paul saw a quite comfortable bedroom. A large window on one wall betrayed the morning sunlight. The clock said 7am. 'Wow', Paul thought. Paul suddenly noticed another muscular man sat in the corner, stroking himself. Paul was rock hard. The two men kissed each other. 'This is our private suite. For regulars only'. Paul nodded. 'Get on the bed you fucking slut!' Paul did as he was told, crawling onto the bed on all fours. The two men signed audibly as they saw Paul's spectacular fuckhole in front of them. The first man wasted no time. He roughly shoved three fingers into Paul's cunt. Paul yelped, jumping up slightly. The man pushed him back down, as he slid his huge bull cock into Paul's hole. Paul felt his asshole pop as the man's huge mushroom head invaded his ass. 'Oh yeah... fuck me... FUCK ME PLEASE!' Paul rocked back against the huge cock, as it pounded his g-spot over and over. Paul could feel the man's precum running down his legs. 'FUCK ME!' The second man shoved his massive cock into Paul's mouth, grabbing the back of his head as he did. Paul sucked for his life, as the man moaned louder and louder. 'My turn!' the man shouted to his partner, and they swapped places. Paul let out another yelp as his asshole yawned open for this new cock. The men were screaming in ecstasy as Paul jerked his twink cock. 'FUCK ME!' The men were getting close, Paul could tell. 'You ready for a double load slut?' Paul couldn't get his words out he was so turned on. He nodded voraciously. The two men positioned themselves over Paul's wide open hole. 'Ahhhh....' ... 'Awww yeah...' ... 'Here it comes slut! You ready? Here it ccomes!' Paul shot a huge load in unison with the men, who flooded his gaping hole with two thick, creamy loads. Paul screamed as he felt both cocks jam into his inviting hole. The men worked their loads into the twinks guts, the double penetration causing Paul to tear up. 'Please, slow down'. The two men took their cocks out, and Paul's hole exploded with a mix of blood, and thick creamy cum. The two men kissed as Paul recovered himself. He looked over at the two men. 'Get the fuck out slut. GET OUT! GET OUT!' Paul jumped up, grabbing his towel and making for the door. He slammed it shut behind him. He began to wipe the cum away, but noticed the blood on the towel. 'Wow, they fucked me hard', he thought. He still wasn't sure what their biohazard tattoos were about. He suddenly realised he wasn't alone. He looked up to see the skinny man from before, on his knees on the floor, with his cock inside a similarly skinny man. The skinny man noticed Paul, immediately pulling his cock out of the other man and standing up. Paul stared at him, turned on by the man's obvious attraction to him. 'Come with me', the man said.

There were eyes all over Paul as he made his way through the dark corridors of the sauna. Hands reached out to touch his tight body, and he gripped to towel for dear life. The sound of fucking screamed through the air, over a dull club anthem playing quietly in the background. He turned a corner, and saw an older man coming towards him. He was thin, worn, and he stopped in his tracks as he saw Paul. Paul could see the man's dick hardening, and he motioned to Paul to follow him. Paul wouldn't have looked at him twice, but it turned him on that the man was getting excited at the sight of him. He followed the man into a small cabin. The man immediately ran his hands over Paul's amazing body, moaning and kissing lightly as he went along. 'Fuck me', Paul said. He turned to face the wall and dropped the towel, putting his ass out slightly, inviting the man. Paul put his head down and began to play with his dick, and he could feel the man moving towards him. The man let out an almighty orgasmic moan, and Paul felt hot loads of cum cover his back and ass cheeks. He turned around as load after load was pumping, now covering his tight stomach. The guy had got too excited and his cock had exploded before he even got near Paul's ass. Paul giggled as the man recovered himself. The man walked over to him, grabbing his face and pushing him against the wall. 'You had a lucky escape boy,' he said, and brushed the twink's body one last time with his hands. He turned to exit the cabin, and it wasn't until that point that Paul had noticed the biohazard tattoo on his back. 'Cool tattoo,' Paul thought. 'I wonder what it is?' He wrapped himself back in his towel, and made his way back into the dark halls of the sauna.

Today I got an unexpected surprise. I was passing through Sheffield in northern England and decided to stop off in the middle of the afternoon, jump on Grindr to see who was about. It sometimes works. Today, nothing seemed doing and I was about to give up and carry on my journey when I got a message from a sexy guy only a kilometre away. We chatted, swapped pics, but then he said he couldn’t accom. Straight after he says ‘what about outdoors?’ So long story short, we meet in a park behind the railway station. It’s on a steep hill with nice views over the city, and happily as he walks up I see that his pictures don’t do him justice. He is much hotter – cuter, less muscular but body tighter, to be precise – in real life. Black hair, 5ft 10 tall, wide brown eyes and a tight body revealed by his T-shirt. I tell him his pics don’t do him justice and he tells me I’m fucking hot. Nice. So we go walking into the wooded area of the park, and just a few metres off the main path we find a little group of trees to duck into. First thing I do – first thing I always do in this situation – is take my shirt off: that always seems to get things going! He’s got his hands on my body, and we’re kissing and then quickly he snaps open my belt, drops down, pulls my cock out and starts to suck me. It’s nice but it’s not really what I want – I should be the one on my knees. So I lift him up, kiss him some more and then drop down on my knees. He’s pulling his trackies open and his cock is in my mouth before he knows it. I suck slow and deep, waiting for the first taste of precum, because I’ve got a plan… After a couple of minutes I get the taste, and I quickly stand up, kiss him and say: ‘do you wanna fuck me?’ Breathlessly he replies ‘yeah!’ I drop back down onto my knees and take his cock really deep down to my throat when suddenly I feel his hands on my head, gripping the back of my skull so he can fuck my throat. His cock is just the perfect size for me to swallow it down but not choke. The precum is coming thick and fast now, and I think I’ve got him in the perfect mood. I stand up, turn around, slip my shorts off down to my ankles, and take the mix of spit and precum in my mouth and use it to lube up my ass. I have no idea if he regularly barebacks, but he’s inside me so fast and suddenly fucking me. I’m gripping the branches of a tree to steady myself and push back, but I take a moment to turn around and tell him: ‘I want you to cum in my ass!’ He nods. ‘Yeah, fuck yeah. Yeah.’ I turn around and start to enjoy the fuck from this cute sweet guy. Now for the first time I see exactly how close we are to the path. Barely five metres, and there are people walking by. It’s the middle of a sunny afternoon: we’re only just hidden from families with kids, scally boys with beer cans, and here we are in the trees fucking like rabbits. It’s kinda funny. The fuck itself is nice and smooth. He grabs my cock with one hand, now rock hard from the fuck, and grips my abs tightly with the other. By the time he’s inside me he’s already pretty close, and he fucks me pretty hard – hard enough to trip my pleasure but not hard enough to hurt. He starts to thrust harder, and automatically I say: ‘cum in me.’ I’m cheering him on. So close. He doesn’t fuck hard but I’ve a feeling this’ll be a big one. Wishful thinking, but actually he doesn’t disappoint. The first thing I feel is a single hot spurt inside me, just as he says, quite loudly ‘oh fuuuucckk!’ (remember there are people close by!) and then as the warm rush hits me with what I assume are subsequent cumspurts, he just folds up onto my back. His thrusts turn to slow, rhythmic pulses as he cums some more, and his body spasms in these really sweet, smooth rhythms. Never seen that before. Nothing jerky, just smooth and slow. He folds his arms round my body meeting at my chest and puts his head on my back, just enjoying what is happening. Meanwhile I reach round and grab his ass – until now I hadn’t realised how tight and fuckable his ass was! – and press him against me. ‘Fuck your cum into me’ I whisper, and he does for a bit, before slowly pulling out. It’s perhaps as if he knows I want to keep that cum inside me. And then it’s all over. It’s been no more than 10 minutes, but we have to wait for a quiet moment on the path before coming back out. We get seen anyway. By this point, I’m feeling waves of jizzjoy, and sensing that he unloaded quite a lot of cum inside me. We say our goodbyes. What an unexpected surprise! Within 10 minutes more, I’m on my train home. Feels funny to walk through the station grinning from ear to ear and flying high while trying to keep my ass nice and tight! I jump straight into the toilets to jack off, and suddenly decide to take some me-feeling-the-jizzjoy-selfies in the toilet mirror. For fun, here they are. I’m not showing it, but just know there’s fresh cum in my ass when these were taken. Maybe they communicate how I felt, but anyway - Enjoy!

Paul was drunk. And he wanted to get fucked. There was nothing he loved more than raw cum in his ass. He'd only ever done it with boyfriends before, but tonight, single after a recent breakup, his wicked side took over, and he found himself ambling through the streets towards the local sauna. He was stunning looking, a swimmer, and his ridiculous body was accentuated by his spray on t-shirt and jeans. He stumbled into the door of the sauna. unsure of what to do next. A tiny old man behind the counter almost fainted when he saw Paul. Paul returned his stare. "Fif - fifteen dollars," the man finally said. Paul reached into his pocket, brushing his tight t-shirt up slightly as he did. The old man audibly whimpered. Paul looked at him. Covered in lesions, he looked like he should have been dead years ago. Paul hesitated for a moment, asking himself 'Should I be here?' His cock was hardening as he realised the old man was enjoying looking at him so much. 'Yes, yes I should'. He paid, and the old man gave a rather more audible whimper as Paul turned towards the entrance. Paul knew he was rubbing himself as Paul's tight ass swayed into the changing room. It was dank and dark, and the smell of piss and amyl nitrate permeated the air. Paul went to his locker, a little voice in his head telling him to leave. He ignored it, and peeled his tight t-shirt off, his ribs showing as he arched his back to remove the t-shirt. He heard a whimper, and as the shirt came over his head he saw the old man, who was shamelessly jerking off as he watched Paul change. Paul had never been as turned on in his life. He could hear the buzzer to the sauna going off. The old man turned towards the reception, hesitating a moment, but then he heard the click of Paul's belt. He turned back to see that Paul was taking his jeans down, revealing an exceptionally skimpy pair of black briefs which barely covered his ass, and as Paul bent over to pick up his shoes, the old man screamed as he shot a dirty load all over the floor, moaning orgasmic ecstasy. Paul then removed his briefs, wrapped a very skimpy towel around his waist and made his way into the depths of the sauna. The old man, meanwhile, sank against the wall, and simply watched, his mouth open, agog as the twink beauty passed from his view.

Don't do meth, but yes, you are a cumslut. You won't be able to go back. Embrace it. It's your life now. Cock and cum is all that matters for you now. Welcum to the dark side

I'll have to set up a personal blog to share some. I have a few and I have even topped a few straight virgin cherries over recent years. The one I most want to share: My godson, Che's. He turned 19 on 31/5. He has been fucking me since 2012 but had been begging me (as has his boyfriend of over 18 months!) to give him his virgin slam and pop his cherry. He was especially keen to do it before he turned 18 but I refused; I relented and agreed to do it when he came over (he lives in Perth) for our mutual football team in April. April 24 I popped his cherry, tied up outside near Yarra Falls. His boyfriend, Jeremy, fucked my cum into him. After the football, Che (after Jeremy) both had their virgin slams fucks. All videoed. When they give me the ok, I would love to share them.

Part 6 Mitch woke up around 5 am, waking me up as he pulled his muscular arm out from under me. Grabbing his clothes, he quickly dressed as I poked my head out of the door to make sure the coast was clear. After all, we didn't need our brothers knowing our secret! A quick slap on the ass and he was gone for the night. I returned to bed, a little sad he wasn't still in it, but I had to be thankful for what I had. Friday night rolled around, and I knew I'd be alone that night. Mitch had a game Saturday afternoon, and wanted to get a full nights sleep. I was fine with that, so I was totally shocked when he knocked on my door later that night. "I'm not here to fuck dude," he started. "I gotta show you something." He handed me his phone which was open to his email. My heart started to pound and I felt Mitch's anxiety as I read the email from coach. "Boy I have decided to invoke my rights for the first time. You will not disobey me! If you do, I will destroy you! I not only have pictures, I also took video on my phone. Video of you on your back like a whore, taking cock, and begging to be fucked. Begging like the faggot you obviously are! It would take nothing to spread that video around, so I KNOW you will be obedient! You will follow my instructions to the T! 1) You will NOT shower after tomorrow's game. I don't care what excuse you give the team, just do it! 2) You will take with you the jockstrap and socks that you wear in the game, as well as your regular workout jersey and shorts. Again, I don't care how you do it, just do it! 3) At 8 pm you will arrive at room 406 at the Holiday Inn downtown. You will NOT be late! 4) You will be wearing the jockstrap, socks, jersey, shorts, and your smelliest running shoes. 5) Before your arrival, you will go to the track in said uniform and run 8 laps. I will have someone watching so don't even think you will lie about it. Then you will run to the hotel. You will have to time things carefully so you are not late! 6) You will tell your boyfriend to also be here, but he is to be here at 7:45! If he gives one fuck about you, he WILL be here! These instructions are clear, simple, and non-negotiable." That was it. I looked at Mitch and saw the fear on his face. "What can I do Cole? I have to do what he says! What do you think is going to happen when I get there?" "I have no idea. Maybe this is just a kinky game for him. He probably just wants to fufill a fantasy. I wouldn't worry too much. Just do what he says, it will be fine." I consoled him. "Yea, your probably right. Not like he hasn't already fucked me. He just wants more. Thanks buddy, I gotta get to bed. Maybe I'll sleep better now." With that, Mitch left for the night. But I didn't sleep well. There was something more ominous in the email. The tone, the demands made me feel there was more involved tomorrow. But it was out of my control. We would just have to wait and see. The game went surprisingly well. We won by 14 points. Mitch performed as he should, even though I knew his mind must have been elsewhere. At 6, Mitch was in my room, visibly nervouse. I couldn't think of anything to say. "I guess I'll head to the track at 7." He said. "That will give me plenty of time to run the laps and run downtown." "I hope so," I replied. "I don't want you to pies him off. He's already got too much dirt on you." "I know, I WON'T be late! I guess I'll see you there." Mitch grabbed his bag with the gear inside and left. At exactly 7:45 I was knocking on the hotel room door. Coach opened the door and smiled, knowing his orders would be followed. As I entered the room, my heart beat faster as I saw two other men in the room. I realized instantly what was going to happen, even though I didn't know the extent of it. They 23rd both middle aged men, probably in their 40's, and both looked like they had been jocks in their youth, but now had bellies and thinning hair. "This is the faggots boyfriend. I'm going to have him film." A lump formed in my throat as he handed me a video camera. "Just film the action boy. Keep the mens faces out of the frame. Keep the focus on the faggot as he gets used!" I just nodded, knowing it was pointless to disagree. Shortly, there was a knock on the door. "Start filming boy! I want to capture the faggots reaction as he walks in the room!" I turned the camera to the door as coach swung it open. There stood my god, drenched in fresh sweat, his clothes sticking to his well sculptured body. As he entered the room, his face fell as he saw the other two men, instantly realizing what coach had in mind. I thought for a moment he might belt, but he knew better. "Here you go men, the sweaty, smelly quarterback, just like you paid for. Have at it!" coach said as he sat back in a chair to watch. Paid......PAID!!! Coach had sold him like a whore! Mitch blushed in embarrassment as he heard those words. I saw tears in his eyes as he accepted what was about to happen to him. But oddly, my own cock got hard. The men moved in and grabbed Mitch, one pulling his jersey off, the other his shorts, as they threw him face down on the bed. One guy buried his face in Mitch's hairy, sweaty hole while the other guy unbuckled his pants and shoved his hard dick into Mitch's mouth, forcing it down his throat. Soon the ass eater pulled off and dropped his pants, revealing a sizeable hard on. He just lined it up to Mitch's hole and plunged in. Mitch howled at this sudden intrusion, but was silenced as the mouth fucker buried his cock all the way in, burying Mitch's nose in his pubic hair. Mitch choked and gagged while the ass fucker drilled him deep and hard. "Oh yea," said coach. "Rape that faggot jock! Don't be gentle! Since he likes dick so much, he's gonna get plenty tonight! His faggot holes will be sorry in the morning! Come on, he's a big, tough football player, he can take it rough! Don't hold back! The faggot needs to be taught a lesson!" With that the two men pounded into Mitch even harder. The ass fucker slapped Mitch's cheeks as hard as he could while the throat fucker held the back of Mitch's head and skull fucked him relentlessly. Mitch just cried choked, helpless to stop the brutal spitroasting. My own cock throbbed as I watched the man I loved get brutally raped by two strangers who had paid for the priveledge of using the hot, young jock. Soon both men were pumping their loads into Mitch's now official whore holes, filling the quarterback with hot man cum. They pulled out, their cocks both slimey, and switched places. They rolled Mitch onto his back, his head hanging off the bed. Without a moments rest, they both slammed their still hard cocks into his open, available holes, spearing him once again. The cock that had been in his ass was covered in a brown slime, but this was soon cleaned off by Mitch's clinging throat as it forced it's way down past his toncils. "Fuck yea guys," moaned coach, "Bust that faggot open! Put that Viagra to good use. He'll be begging for mercy before this night is over! He'll learn what it means to be a cumdump!" I don't know how long these guys fucked him, but it was a while. I heard another knock on the door as coach admitted the next man into the room. "Fuck yea!" the new guy exclaimed as he looked down on the star quarterback taking cock deep in both his holes. "Your next trick is already here boy." sneered coach. "I don't think you'll be getting much rest tonight!" Soon the first two men were dumping their second loads each into Mitch's already sore and abused holes. After they pulled out, the ass fucker stuck his now deflating cock into Mitch's mouth to clean it off. Coach grabbed a fat sharpie pen and proceeded to write "FAGGOT JOCK CUMDUMP PLEASE USE ME!!" on Mitch's chest. He rolled him over on his back and wrote "CUM IN HERE" above his ass, with arrows pointing to his hole, and across his shoulders he wrote, "FAGGOT'S CUMLOAD TALLY" with 4 slash marks underneath. "That's a good start for the night!" he said as the new stranger slid his hard cock into Mitch's wet hole.

Part 4 As my new property lay on the bed in a daze, I grabbed some ties out of Daddy's closet and found a a nicely used jockstrap in the laundry hamper. Grabbing a wrist, I quickly tied it tightly to the headboard, and followed suit with the other. Then I shoved the jockstrap into his mouth and tied it into place. Lastly I tied his ankles in the air, spreading them apart, leaving his oozing hole exposed and vulnerable. "Don't go anywhere boy." I laughed as I left the room, as if he could! He pleaded with his eyes for me not to leave him, but I had some shopping to do. And besides, he wouldn't be alone for too long. A buddy was already on the way over to graciously keep my bitch occupied. I jumped in the Escalade and went on my way. I was gone for about two hours, returning with all kinds of toys and party supplies, courtesy of Daddy's credit cards. I approached the bedroom to sounds of moans and grunts. Enetering the room I saw my buddy Dante standing by the bed, stroking his hard cock while a guy I didn't know was between my whores open legs, sawing his big cock in and out of Blake's newfound pussy. The teenage sluts eyes were rolled back into his head as he moaned non stop. My own snake started to rise while I watched my boy take it again from a total stranger, unable to refuse even if he wanted to. "Sup man!" Dante greeted me. "That's a damn hot new cunt you found! He's gonna be popular! Oh, that's my new friend Kenny currently using him. I figured you be cool with it." "Fuck yea brother," I said, "that little white bitch needs to be totally broken in! And after tonight, he should be!" Kenny just howled as he buried himself as deep as he could into the helpless boy underneath him, grinding his wirey pubes into the tender ass flesh. I knew he was pumping a big load deep inside Blake, adding his load to the several already up in there. As he pulled out, a light pink liquid oozed out of the gaping hole. "Damn that pussy felt good! I never had me a white boy before. They sure are sweet!" Kenny said as he wiped his slimey cock off on Blake's smooth ass crack. Dante wasted no time shoving his hard, black cock up the hungry, pink hole. Blake just let out a long, low moan as he was filled again. Dante grabbed his thighs and pounded the boy as hard as he could, pulling out til just the tip of his cock remained in the cunt, then slammed back in all the way, forcing Blake to grunt from the force. Eventually Dante went rigid and shot his hot load with the others. "Take it cunt!" he shouted as he spit on Blake's face. "Take another load of niggah cum, you filthy white slut! Your new master is gonna make good and sure you get lots!" After he pulled out, we all stood back admiring Blake's growing rosebud. Soon his sweet little pussy will truley look like a blooming flower. I took a buttplug out the bag of toys I bought, and placed the tip of at the stretched out enterence of Blake's new pussy. And it was a fat plug, long and black, with a wide base, wider than even my cock. "Look at me boy!" I ordered him as I started to slide it into him. "Look into your Masters eyes as I plug up the hole I now own!" Blake looked at me with his glazed over eyes as the plug slid in further. Eventually it reached the point where it was meeting resistance, and I stopped, pulling it out. I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and the poppers. I untied his gay and pulled the jockstrap out. I wanted to hear him scream as the fat plug ripped his cumhole open even further. I poured some poppers onto the jockstrap and placed it over his nose, then attached the clamps to his little, pink titties. He hissed in pain as they dug into his tender flesh. Then I placed the plug in his wed hole again, pushing in to the point of resistance. "Look at me boy, and tell me you want it! Tell me you are my property now. Beg for that little pussy to be plugged!" "Yes Sir," he meekley croaked, unable to deny what he truely wanted. "You own me now Sir," his voice trembled, admitting out loud his new position in life. "Please put your plug in my ass." SMACK!! My palm slapped him hard across his smooth face, instantly leaving a bright, red mark on his creamy, white skin. Blake's eyes flew wide open in shock. "That is not an ass boy!" I spat at him. "That will never be an ass again! That's a pussy, a cunt, a cumdump, a fuckhole! That's what you will call it from now on! That's what it is! Now tell me what you want! BEG ME SLUT!" "Please Sir," he started, his eyes tearing up, "please plug my pussy!" SMACK!! Another hard slap to add to the first. "Whose pussy is it bitch? It ain't your pussy no more! It's mine! Tell me that!" "Please Sir!" he begged. "Please plug your pussy!" With an evil grin I grabbed the chain connecting those sweet, pink, teenage boy titties and pulled hard and fast, ripping them off as I rammed the rest of the fat buttplug all the way into his dripping cunt. "AAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHH!" Blake screamed at the top of his voice as he jerked in his bonds, unable to escape the pain in his burning tits and inflamed cumhole. His head thrashed back and forth as he howled in agony. "Damn bro!" Dante laughed. "You are one mean niggah!" I just smiled as I watched my new slave start to calm down. "You know I am! And he'll get MORE tonight." I laughed back. "Party starts at 10, will probably go all night. Come on back." "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Previously… Meanwhile Sven was tweaking my left nipple with one hand and with his right he was shoving his fingers past one of the four detachable buttons on the dog snout – the snout would come off if all four were detached. He shoved his fingers expertly in to find my mouth. Sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth he started grinding his chubbed-up boner against my hip, Saying “I’m gonna fuck you ya little bitch”. I heard the snap as the other lower button for the snout was detached. The snout was movable now and I opened my eyes in alarm as I was being exposed after Simon strictly told me not to be. Right in front of me was an expanse of white skin stretched taut over a six-pack, dark pubes leading to dripping hard hooded eight inch cock. Kurk McCaimble was standing over me and Sven. He pushed the snout to the side and fed me his cock. Right so… …. Mmmfhhh …was what I said. Not that anyone was listening. I was being …well… ravished! I was being ravished on the couch in a sex party that I’d brought MDMA to. One moment I’m sitting on my favourite bartender’s knee, the next, I’m on my back on his lap, with my legs held in the air by a sexy blond Übermensch, while Northern Ireland’s male Christine Keeler stands over me, feeding me his thick dripping meatstick while a fourth lad goes nuts on my cock. I’m being force-fed cock through a dog mask I might add. Which I was grateful for, cause I wasn’t sure whether Kurk would know who I was (or the many invasive articles about his life I’d written) but I’m pretty sure Sven the bartender could enlighten him. I’d bragged about my “important journalist” job long enough to try and gain his interest. Although honestly Sven probably wouldn’t remember enough about me other than that I was a regular down at the bar, he had enough guys hitting on him. Maybe the MDMA was just feeding my paranoia. Maybe I didn’t need to wear a dog mask and could suck Kurk’s juicy cock with impunity. And fuck it was juicy! With the support of Sven’s hand on the back of my masked head, I was getting as much of that fuckstick into my mouth as I could. I know most people are programmed to look at some groups a little way outside their genepool as attractive, but say what you want, as far as I’m concerned, Irish guys have the nicest dicks of any white people. There’s just something so big and satisfying about Irish cocks. English cocks suffer by comparison. I mean they’re fine, but they’re always lacking something – either length or they’re a bit too freakily narrow, or their head is much bigger than their shaft… Irish cocks are always well proportioned. Call me racist if you like, but it’s a consideration when I shag a guy – for white dick, you can’t beat fat home-raised Irish dick. And Kurk’s was a beaut! He was getting really into thrusting into my mouth. His foreskin has been sliding back in my mouth as he grew and grew and now I was getting the back of my throat punch-fucked by his fat mushroom head. Thank fuck there was a bit of space for my nose in that mask cause I was hitting dangerously close to gagging. I can’t imagine what it must have looked like to the 23 year old, shoving his cock into a Doberman-styled facemask, but I hoped my oral skills would overcome the weirdness of it. Meanwhile, while I was getting effectively mouthraped by Northern Ireland’s most famous man-candy and secret bisexual, my ass was being held open to all kinds of stimulation. The blond Andreas had pulled up my legs by the knees and my cock, balls and hole were propped up off of Sven’s lap for Andreas’ cocksucker to feast on. The big-dicked fourth guy from the couch, the one who had been busy sucking Andreas off when I sat down, was now running his tongue up over my asshole, across my taint and up my shaft as he chowed down on me. The feelings were intense and kept distracting me from blowing Kurk, who luckily was now more slowly thrusting into me, cause Andreas had started rimming him from behind. I was really getting into the rhythm when with a forceful thrust Sven shoved me all the way down on Kurk’s cock. Oh fuck I nearly threw up! Yet that really seemed to do it for Kurk cause he was getting pretty rigid and close to cumming. Meanwhile the lift-up by Sven made me able to see Andreas behind him, rimming the 23 yr old, reversing their roles from when I came over to see them first. The blond’s body took up most of my vision as I watched him jerk his cock – yeah German cocks could definitely go for second place after Irish ones if basing them on Andreas – it was cut and perfectly proportioned to his muscular body. The guy must have been a model or something. I still couldn’t see much of the fourth guy – just the top of his wavy haired head between my legs. He must have been on the floor on all fours rimming me off the couch. I couldn’t see him but I definitely could feel him. He was treating my asshole like a gourmet meal, really getting his face in there. I applaud these men – no prissy whining about what they will and won’t do – just getting stuck in like a dog digging for a bone. He transferred his attention to my oozing cock and another MDMA wave of euphoria swept over me… Fucking hell! I felt like I was cumming the precum that was dripping from my cock into the unknown guy’s mouth. Not that he minded, the sucking grew more intense – damn tho! He fucking knew what he was doing – slurping up all my pre-jiz, the slut! Fuck yeah! As I writhed under this assault, Kurk had established a rhythm with Andreas, lifting his right leg to balance on the back of the couch to give the German more access, now more forcefully shoving his throbbing cock into me. I felt fingers back around my pulsing hole, then what was definitely… not a finger. I thought back to the cock I had seen when I came over first – it was a massive juicy one even when semi-hard. I started to tense in spite of myself, but I couldn’t speak over Kurk’s cock. I pulled back to try and dislodge him, only to have Sven shove me all the way back down to Kurk’s pubes. As I spent all my concentration on trying not to upchuck whatever was left of yesterday’s chilli-fries on Kurk’s crotch, I felt a tapping and some cold lube on my hole. Fuck! I was going to be fucked soon if I wasn’t careful! However this time my asshole’s tingling had warmed up to a pulsing feeling and the idea of something thick and heavy parting my ass-pussy lips right now, well it kinda felt fucking right! I worked my hips up and down to rub against the tip of the cock and felt the pressure mount. Speaking of pressure, Kurk’s dick was getting rigid as he stepped up his pace of thrusting into my face, getting rock hard whenever I pulled back and retched. I felt he should have cum by now, but some guys take forever. Also even though I couldn’t hear it, I think he signalled Sven to make me deep-throat him non-stop. Cause next thing Sven had grabbed the mask, holding onto each of the Pinscher ears and was making me skull-fuck the lad faster and faster. This may sound hot, but unless you’re into really rough play, it’s about as sexy as waterboarding. I was fucking gasping, unable to breathe as Kurk’s cock rammed the back of my throat repeatedly. I started seeing little stars out of the side of my darkening vision, and if that wasn’t enough, the fourth lad had decided that now was as good a time as any to pop his cock in. As the massive head shoved in my strangely receptive asshole, and Kurk’s cock plunged to the back of my throat, I couldn’t take all the invasion and puked up all over Kurk’s cock and pubes. I managed to hold most of it in my mouth, mostly, but as Kurk looked down at me barf, he got a distant look in his eye and suddenly convulsed with cumming – a mixture of pleasure and disgust shot across his features, while cum shot across mine – well at least across my mask. He pulled his puke-covered cock out of me as I gasped for air. “Oh shit” he exclaimed, jumping off the couch and running for the toilet. I swallowed back the puke, to make it seem like what happened didn’t just happen and then erupted in a coughing fit as some puke went down the wrong pipe – I was a mess! The lads were a bit stunned by Kurk’s sudden departure, so what with my mask, it seemed like the only one who realised that I’d thrown up was Kurk, who was probably in the bathroom wondering right now if he should be shocked that he came after and not before I blew chunks into his pubes (in my opinion no worse a fetish than fucking some leathery old homophobic vadge-bag, but what do I know?). Not fucking Sven (the over-zealous bastard), or Andreas (the oblivious bastard)… …but then I heard a familiar voice, “Jesus lad are you ok?” and I felt a cock pull out of me, a cock which up until now I’d forgotten about in the messiness of the last few minutes of coughing and spluttering. The only thing that felt right about the last few minutes and now suddenly my hole felt empty. It was weird to realise that one cock was the perfect fit for my hole, the one cock to really fit in and not make me spaz out and demand it’s withdrawal within seconds of entry. The one cock to rule them all, heh! I needed that cock back in me! This would be the cock to teach me how to properly bottom, and learn about all the miracles of the prostate. I turned back to the talented cocksucker who’d been fucking me so smoothly, to say that I was ok now, only to see Orson Adams standing there with a rigid cock to match mine in size, looking at me with genuine concern… Orson fucking Adams! Fuck!

Part XIII I could see my boy out of the corner of my eye as I gave the poz guy a bj. He was trying to see that huge cock better but had a bad angle and couldn't adjust much as he was getting a bj himself from the poz guy. After about 5 minutes or so the guy let go of my boy's cock with his mouth and started sucking and licking his balls and then down into his ass crack. My boy was so turned on he just moaned more and more. I couldn't see what was happening with that huge cock in my mouth but was pretty sure what was going on. Shortly the guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and kind of half slid off of me while grabbing my love's legs and lifting them over his shoulders which brought his ass up off of the ground. He then, just as I turned to watch, thrust his tongue in my boy's ass and was licking all around his hole and then dipping into it also. Then he got a hand up there and soon was pushing a finger into his hole also. My boy was moaning beyond control almost. I had never seen him bottome before so this was really exciting to me. My own cock was hard as steel watching this. I leaned over and looked into my boy's eyes and then went down on his cock with my mouth and started to blow him. His moaning really got loud then with a frontal assault combing with the rear assault he was getting. I could see as I gave him the bj that the guy now had three fingers in my boy's ass and running them in and out of him fast and hard. He kept those fingers going in and out as he raised his head up to look over me at my boy. He asked him if he was ready to be fucked good or not. My boy could hardly answer but finally got it out almost yelling that yes he wanted it and needed it. The poz guy then stood up and my boy was able, for the first time, to really get a good look at that magnificent cock that was soon going to ram his ass good. I lifted my head off of his cock and watched to see his reaction. His eyes got really big and his mouth fell opened when he saw the size of the cock he had asked to be rammed into him. I think he was having second thoughts. The guy didn't give him time to think though as he dropped to his knees and lifted my boy's ass off the blanket again and threw his legs over his shoulders and leaned in. I moved to the side a bit to watch this. I saw the head of his huge cock as it pushed against my boy's hole. I could tell that even after being opened up somewhat by the guy's fingers it had been a long time since he had a cock in his ass and it wasn't giving much. The guy kept up the pressure though and soon my boy's hole started to open little by little. I looked up at my boy's face and could see tears running down his cheeks, it must have been painful, as the size of that cock had made my well used hole smart some when it had entered. I looked back down just as the head of that marvelous cock all at once got by the resistance and entered in and a good couple of inches followed quickly. My boy let out a gurgle as I think it hurt to much to actually scream. The guy held still for a few seconds and then pushed again and again another couple of inches went in. My boy was squirming now. The guy held up for a few seconds again and then pulled back out a little and rammed some more in, this time getting a good 3/4 of his cock in. My boy was now in real discomfort, I could tell, and was thrashing about. The guy just held him tight and then, again, after only a few seconds pulled back a little and rammed the entire length of his cock in till his balls slapped my boy's ass. My boy let out a bit of a shriek then and then started telling him take it out, it was too big for him. OMG take it out it hurts too much. The guy just held him tight and ground his cock around in him though and leaning over him more looked him right in the eyes and told him that he was all in him and he wasn't taking it out till he filled his hole full of his cum. My boy's eyes got really big then as the poz guy started to pound his hole as he finished talking. My boy was shaking his head and repeating no no, don't cum in me. Soon though, I noticed a change coming on. The pounding of my boy's hole kept up and was now hitting his prostate more and more and my boy was starting to not mind the pain but was starting to feel the pleasure. A few more minutes and he was now grinding his ass up to meet the downward thrusts of that huge cock. His groans and complaints were now whimperings and mewls of delight. He was soon begging for more and telling the poz guy to fuck him good. Watching my boy get fucked for the first time by a huge cock was turning me on more and more. Soon I could hardly take it leaned over and took my boy's cock back into my mouth and climbed over him and dropped my cock into his waiting mouth too. He was sucking me like his life depended on it and I was not far behind that doing him. We were both so turned on by now that our bjs of each other weren't going to take too long. In maybe 10 minutes I felt his cock start to bulge a little more and then he was filling my mouth with his cum. As the first spurt hit my mouth I could not hold back either and felt my oragasm start to flood his mouth with my cum. We were both moaning our pleasure as we swallowed huge loads of cum. Then when felt we were both empty I rolled off of him to watch more of his ass being pummeled. Only a couple of minutes later and the poz guy leaned over him more again and looking him in the eyes again asked my boy if he was ready to get his load in deep. My boy could only nod his head yes. The guy then really started to ram his ass. He again leaned close and told my boy, that he was going to cum now and fill his ass full of POZ cum now. He rammed his cock home and I could see from my angle as his cock was twitching and pumping my boy's hole full of his toxic cum. I looked up to see my boy's eyes, again, opened wide in shock now as he realized what had been said and it was too late for him to even move. My angle below showed that my boy's hole had also, since it had not been used in a long time, torn and was bleeding, so probably leaving a direct route for the poz cum to get into him quicker. I looked up again and my boy was gasping for air now and he had cum again on his stomach. He looked at me and tried to say something but couldn't at the moment. We all kind of just laid there for a bit, two of us from exhaustion and one from shock.

Now that Paul's story has come to an end, what did you guys think? Did you like the ending? How many of you jacked off and cummed reading the story?

Six Weeks Later... Paul was ill. He lay in bed, feeling dreadful. He had been hit with a severe flu, and his glands were completely swollen. He lay coughing, but decided to cruise facebook. He saw an update from the sauna that made his blood run cold: 'It is with deep sadness that we mourn the passing of Rod Smith, a regular of ours who died due to AIDS related complications. Rod, we miss you'. The picture of Rod was the skinny man that had fucked Paul rotten during his night at the sauna. It suddenly made sense, what Rod said about not having long left. About having to pass something on. And Paul was sure he knew what the biohazard tattoo was for now as well. He looked up the symptoms of AIDS, and read about Seroconversion. He had never panicked as much in his life. 'I need to go for a test'. ***

Paul wandered into the changing room bleary eyed. It was quiet. He needed a shower, desperately. Cum was still streaming down his legs as he made his way into the shower room. He could hear them already running. He looked inside and instantly became hard. The man was stunning from behind. He turned, and the fron was even better. A huge cock was swinging between his legs. Paul made his way shyly to a shower and turned it on. The warm water dripped down his tight, young body, and the man was clearly taking interest. 'Damn', he said. 'How did I miss you?' Paul smiled nervously. He had a huge erection, but he didn't want the man to see. Suddenly, he felt two strong arms wrap around him sexily, as the man nuzzled at his neck. 'Mmmm', he said. 'Your hole is already full... nice and easy to slide in'. With that, the man's fully erect 9 inch cock had slipped up Paul's fuckhole, and Paul was moaning sweetly. 'Awww yeah... fuck me'. It didn't take the man long before his orgasmic screams echoed around the sauna. He shot eight huge loads deep into Paul's guts, and streams of cum followed his dick as he pulled out. The man spat on Paul, grabbing him by the hair. 'Make sure you clean yourself up before your next load you fucking slut'. He pushed Paul away and rushed out of the showers. Paul leaned against the wall, panting, water running down his back. A searing pain made him stand upright, and he tried to turn around. A pair of arms held onto him. 'Ssssh, it's okay... so sweet... oh... so beautiful'. Paul recognised the voice. It was the old man from the sauna reception. 'No...' Paul said. 'I can't take any more'. The man took no notice. 'Oh... so beautiful... it's been so long... oh... oh... here it comes... AHHHHHHHHH!' Paul winced as another huge load shot its way up him. The man pulled out quickly. 'Now get the fuck out'. Paul turned around. 'What?' The man beared down on him. 'You heard... this is my sauna... get out'. Paul made his way to his locker, and started to take his clothes out. The man followed him. 'Out! Out! You fucking slut! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!' The man chased Paul through the sauna and outside. 'SLUT!' The sauna door slammed shut in Paul's face. He stood outside, naked, dripping wet. He couldn't believe what had happened. Thankfully, the street was quiet. He silently began to get changed.

Source: Satanic Devil Worship

I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

Very horny!! Especially turned on by the fact that you got a load up your ass just a few metres away from everybody passing by

One of my regular beta's is very receptive and absorbs my seed in just a few hours. Its amazing how fast he aborbs it. Some other regulars I breed need to let it out even on the next day.

Name: Connor Location: Capitan New Mexico Times: Depends, ask Age: 18 Height: 5'7 Weight: 120 lbs Ethnicity: White

My husband loves for me to get fuck, and bred in our bed by other men. I do it almost every day.

For me barefucking a married guy is a real turn-on. They're such sluts!! Fucking them in the marital bed is an extra but big big bonus. First time I did it was a 32 year old guy, not far from where I live. He had door ajar, and waited for me on hands and knees on the bed, wich I hadn't expected. Once I had just finished fucking a married guy, we had just put our clothes back on, when the wife walks in. I was a bit strange after that. Left very quickly.

One of the most well written stories on here. That's not to mention the fact that it's hot as hell! Extremely visual and easy to "see" as I read...my own cock and hole throbbing the entire time!!!

Ha! Among fisters it means your hole has been douched free of shit and is ready to take a hand.

The sensation is like no other. Like the other members said a relaxed hole is best for a hole searching PA.

The past few days have been a blur. On Monday I decided to smoke T and went over and met 2 guys that live nearby. It was raunchy bb fucking but nothing in particular special except all swapping a few loads. I left their place after 4 hours and drove directly to Flex, the bathhouse in Atlanta. I just bent over in a room with the door open and took 5 or 6 anonymous loads. On Tuesday, me and a young bttm pig got a hotel and spent the entire day with ads up on CL and BBRT having tops come over and breed us anonymously. I got 11 loads and he got 14. When THAT was done, I went to Flex again and took 3 or 4 loads. Then today, I went to Inserection (sex club--although its called something different now), got in a sling blindfolded, and got pounded by...um...7 or 8 guys? I was so fucking high on tina by that point that I barely knew what was going on. So over the course of 3 days I've taken about 25 loads or so. And of course each night I came home and scooped it all out of my hole with my fingers so I could eat it. I'm still fucked up right now and might go out again tonight.

Hope it gets another part really soon

I've had similar experiences like this. Some of the best dick I ever had was "str8" married dick. Their reasons always fall into one, usually multiple, categories: 1. They are bi or at least like MSM. 2. Their wife/gf is being a bitch and withholding sex or "hasn't been in the mood" for a long while. 3. They know getting head is way better from another dude. 4. They know they can stick it in the ass with no arguments. 5. Hooking up with a dude is drama-free, unlike having a side chick. 6. No surprises 9 months later. 7. Bottoms don't get their rag every month tops don't have to worry about the crimson tide. 8. Bottoms are scared of a big cock. 9. One night stands and hook ups don't have the emotional awkwardness afterwards. 10. Bottoms don't get buyer's remorse/falsely accuse tops of rape if you make them feel like a slut.

I can't explain it, but it depends on the guy. With some regulars, I can absorb their cum completely. With others, my body seems to reject it and it must come out (maybe not immediately but after some hours, that cum gets ejected).

Part 3. "Why did you come here?" Dan had been asking himself the same question that the muscly, tattooed guy now fucking his hole with fervour, asked. "I want it" Dan moaned his face to one side against the cool white wall of the dark corridor. Both hands were against the wall and the stud now fucking him had his hands on both dan's hips as he forced his cock into Dan's smooth tight hole. "What do you want, slut? Tell me" his aggressor demanded. "Poz" Dan could barely vocalise his desire, but he knew that word was in it. "You want poz dick, poz loads, or you want me to give you a poz dick of your own?" Questioned the tattoo stud "yes. Please!" Was all Dan could manage to say, his brain clouded with vodka, poppers and lust. "I'm gonna give you all three, so get ready. My load is toxic, no meds here, just my precum is you is already ruining you" Dan felt a stab of fear momentarily but it was swiftly overwhelmed by carnal desire as the cock inside him hit his sweet spot over and over. "You'll remember this night, remember me pozzing you, you'll jerk off over this for years", Dan was already jerking like crazy edging himself to brink and back, not willing to cum before he'd accepted another load inside him. "I know you're type, a proper chaser. You started off being a safe puppy but after your first bare fuck you know you'd never do it any other way. I bet you spend hours reading stories online of guys getting stealthed and gifted. Now you're finally doing it for real!" He was right, Dan knew, that was exactly how it happened. He knew how fucked up it was, and he couldn't even remember when it was that every time he jerked off he was thinking about being pozzed. He'd tried to find ways to forget about it, but only fucking bareback could come close to satisfying his need. He'd meet guys who wanted it raw, set his Grindr filter to 'poz', he'd stealthed those boys who weren't willing to take it raw, but this was what that had all been leading up to. He felt the sweaty body of his stud pressing against him, his cock forcing its way inside deeper and deeper. He'd seen how this tattooed top had pumped full the twink on the bed, filling him with seed, infecting him from the inside, and now he craved it. "Fuck, I gonna cum in you. I hope you wanna be poz for real, cause it's about to happen!" With that he felt his hole stretched wider that it had been before and the warmth of cum exploding inside him. It seemed like forever before his cock stopped pulsing inside Dan, but eventually he pulled out, and turning his latest bottom prize around found Dan's lips, kissing him passionately. Tattoo rand his hands over Dan's slim, toned body, rubbing his thick hard cock and worked his lips downwards, kissing and caressing as he went. His mouth found Dan's cock and Dan threw his head back as the stud expertly sucked him. He felt a finger in his hole, pushing the fresh cum deeper inside and Dan let out a moan as his cock tensed and he exploded for the second time, sending wave after wave of cum down the tattooed stud's throat. Dan sank down the wall to the floor and moments later he found himself with a large O written in red on his chest. He admired the muscled behind of his latest gifter walking away down the corridor as he put his fingers to his hole, he could almost feel the burning of the toxic seed inside him as it started to invade him. With a smirk, at nothing in particular, he pulled himself up and walked down the dim corridor to the next room with an open door wondering what on earth else might be in store tonight. To be continued...

Previously... “Ungh… oh fuck it… alright. We’ll both film this on our phones. Send it to whatever storage you have. But it’s fucking game-over for both of us if either of these leak. And if you even think about editing the footage to doctor yourself out, I know a tonne of people who can reverse it, so don’t even think of double crossing me ya lil spide.” “As do I” I countered, jacking him harder. I noticed the angrier he got, the harder he got and the less his elocution showed. There was a steely Belfast accent under all the softer tones. He was showing his roots. His cock was pulsing in my hand now. I used his flowing precum to gently start massaging his cockhead directly. He held out his hand to stop me, biting his lip. Too sensitive or too close I guess. Then taking my hand away from his cock, he shook it, glaring at me with a weird mix of respect and loathing. “To mutually assured destruction?” I grinned as I took my hand back and keeping eye contact with him, I licked a drop of precum from my thumb. “To mutually assured destruction!” Right so... Breaking eye contact I went and set up my phone. Simon got me to angle it away from the bathroom door, should Iain stumble back through. Once recording, Simon brought me over to lean over the lines of MDMA in doggy style. My bent-over arse was in the foreground of both phones. He faced the cameras and said “lets put on a show”. Looking at the footage later it was clear Simon had a lot of experience in making home videos. He knew the best positions and angles and even played to the audience a bit. In describing what followed I’m remembering more from watching the film clip than from memory (also later I smoked a fuck-tonne of weed so that department got a bit hazy). The video begins with a close-up shot of my half-on trackies and navy jock-strap’s waistband, with a bit of builder’s cleavage in between and Simon’s beautiful face on the same level. He looked back into the cameras and licked his lips and started massaging my covered arse. Then gathering some material in each hand and slowly tugging it, inching it down, he exposed my pale ass cheeks. He pulled them apart to show my shaved pink hole for a second and then, turning to speak into my camera, he said “nice arse Mike” and then brought his hand down for a violent ringing slap. “What the fuck?” I shouted. “What you can’t handle a little punishment? You sure seem to be able to dish it but not take it.” He laughed and started to massage my ass in circular motions, working both hands out and stretching my cheeks so my “rosebud” was visible, and then squeezing them back together again and kissing my bulging cheeks. Massage out, stretch, massage in, kiss, or lick, or nibble, or once even motorboat. I relaxed into the massage and started moving in-sync with his motions. This massaging motion grew slowly more forceful, his strong hands grabbing my ass-cheeks and squashing them back together. Then he changed it up to the order of “massage out, spit on my hole, massage in, spank”. Not as painful as the first spank but slightly tingly and building in intensity. On camera he’d turn with an eyebrow raised before turning back to spit on me. While this was taking place I remember drifting off by trying to remember if I ate anything since the chilli-fries at the rugby match. Would I be clean enough to get fucked? Would he want to fuck me bare? I hadn’t said I wanted condoms either. Simon whacked me out of this reverie though with a well-timed smack to my right cheek. Then my left. Then straight across my asshole. What the fuck? He slapped my fuckin hole! You don’t slap someone there, not if you want it to open up? It stung like a motherfucker! “Simon seriously lay off the spanking!” “Get into it Mike. You asked for me and I play rough. Was that too much for you? How about this?” Simon then massaged outwards and ran an extended finger to make a circle around my newly tingling spit-drenched hole. I was tense and worried that he’d immediately try and finger-fuck me, and yet all the sensation from my prostate and sphincter and everywhere between was pushing toward his hands, almost willing him to make them his. But he kept on with that wonderful circular motion he was making with the pads of his fingers. I gripped the table edge and imagined the MDMA in my blood coursing up towards Simon’s manual attentions. All my awareness was through my ass now. I could almost feel his thumb’s fingerprint ridges and whorls as he worked his spit-slime over my pucker’s pink entrance. It was a salve against the soreness and I felt my knees buckle as he added his tongue. On camera Simon held me at just the right angle to show as much rimming as possible, but the parts that made me moan like a little bitch was when he abandoned his careful licking to dive deep into my gash and fuck his tongue and jaw into me. On camera all you saw was the back of his head and neck tensing as he let my hole have it. First the tip of his tongue, then the main part of the tongue pushing in and down to the root of it, then lapping all the way back up to the tip, and repeating. This was working wonders against my tight knot of muscle, which increasingly was loosening and letting him up inside. As his tongue worked me open I was worried for a second that I may have some… residue – fuck it – call it like it is – shit, but if there was anything up there Si never stopped or broke his pace for a moment. He fucking loved my hole. Just lapping away like a dog for ages. Looking back at the recording of us, of him grabbing my ass cheeks in both hands, making circular motions and exposing my pink hole, I noticed how much in the beginning it looked like a bad porn, where the actors are too conscious of the camera and constantly sneaking little glances back at it. It was weird to see how much how I played to my camera – checking my position, arching my back here, double-checking with the image on the phone. I guess porn directors edit out this kind of behaviour all the time. Simon was the same early on, as he was massaging and spitting on me, he pulled back for a sec, winked at the phones, then spanked me hard and so on. However this awareness of the cameras changed the more he rimmed me. We both stopped checking to see what we looked like and just went for it. His tongue on my hole. His breath on my skin. His manicured lawyer hands grabbing a fistful of each ass-cheek and leaving red finger-trails. Spit dripping down my crack in little rivulets to the front pouch of my jockstrap. Simon once more smacking down painfully. This smack signalled the replacement of his tongue with two fingers. Simon started to work his circular motion deeper now, while conversely giving lighter gentler spankings on my rosy backside. “Oh yeah that type of spanking is perfect, yeah, spank me again Si”. He obliged. His spanking became more frequent, never hitting the same place twice. He deftly fit his two fingers now two knuckles deep… “Oh fuck yeah. Make my arse red Si. This is the way I like it” On the video Simon went all out, smacking my arse, watching my ass get redder and redder from overlapping handprints. Meanwhile the unspanking hand fingerfucked my hole, stretching and widening my pink pucker. After I was a glowing red all over, he went back to gently massaging me. The feeling of sensation from his hand rubbing over my tender cheeks was exquisite. Pure pleasure tinged with sharp needle pricks of pain. I felt an emptiness as Simon pulled his digits out of me, then hearing him ask the cameras (not me?), “do you like this?”, he started rubbing his cock against my back entrance. The hooded 7” was teasing me, pushing against to almost the point of slipping in, and then rubbing up or down my crack. Simon dripped lube all over his cock and my hole and teased me. Moving up, almost in, and over. Each time he almost pushed in, I wanted to shout out “stop!” - I wasn’t ready to bareback. But the cock felt so good, there, lubed up, making a slick cunty channel in my ass-cheeks. Up, almost in, and over…Yet I was surprised I hadn’t said anything. As I purred with pleasure as his cock made another pass at my “hole-in-one”, it started to dawn on me that I didn’t actually want him to put a condom on. Somewhere deep inside me I was thrilled by the thought of bareback sex with this high-flying lawyer. Up, almost in, and over… As if when he shoved it in, he would rub off some of his success on me. Claim me. Turn me to gold with his Midas cock. The motion stuttered for a moment and I looked back to see Simon leaning back to angle the phones a little toward my head. Catching my eye coldly, he grunted “Mike now’s the time to choose whether to fuck off back to your mundane little life or not. You’ll of course leave the stash here for free and I’ll keep close tabs on ya, or …,” and with this he thrust against me, his cockhead starting to edge ever further into my hole… his steely expression not betraying a hint of pleasure from him… his pre-cummy head start to push past my hole bare… “Or you do those two lines for the camera”. He held up his phone, “say cheese, big boy!” “Cheese” I snorted the two lines, and his cock slammed into me.

Part 4 When I woke up the next morning, Mitch was gone. I just laid there for a while trying to wrap my mind around the last couple of days, the total unrealness of the situation. It almost seemed like a dream, but my fingers that had crept down to my asshole and felt the wetness down there confirmed that indeed it was real. I was having sex with the star quarterback. I brought my moist fingers up to my mouth and tasted the remnants of last nights fuck session. My hard dick begged me to jerk it to relief, but I wanted to save it for my idol. I reluctantly got up and went to class, doing my best to concentrate on the lecture and not my burning lust. Of course I was not successful. The day dragged on endlessly. By the afternoon I found myself sitting by the practice field watching my man, number 12 working out in the hot, fall sun. I know he saw me, and teased me by grabbing his crotch a few times. I just sat mesmerized. After dinner I headed to the library and got in a couple good hours of studying when suddenly I felt two big, strong hands on my shoulders. "Pack up and follow me." He whispered in my ear. "I got a surprise you'll like." I shoved my books in my pack as fast as I could and followed Mitch out of the library into the night. We walked across campus in silence toward the fieldhouse. It was dark and empty. Mitch pulled out a key and we entered through a side door and walked down some dark hallways to the lockerroom. "Being a star has it's advantages." said Mitch as he hit the light switch. My mind reeled as I realised I was in the room of a million fantasies. I breathed deep as I inhaled that unmistakable aroma of sweat, testosterone, and gym gear. It was like a drug. Better than poppers as my dick instantly started to swell. "We've got the place to ourselves buddy." Mitch smiled. "I thought this might be up your alley." How right he was. Without shame I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his crotch as I said, "You're a fucking genius!" His cock started to get hard as I mouthed it through his shorts. He wasn't wearing a jock or underwear, and the thin fabric was the only thing separating me from the thing I worshiped. Mitch just pulled me up and pulled my shirt over my head, then unzipped my pants, pushing them down. I stepped out of them as he removed his minimal clothing, standing nude and hard, surrounded by lockers and benches. "Let me Look at you for a minute." I said breathlessly, barely able to believe what I was looking at. I wanted to burn that image forever in my mind. "You like what you see?" he teased, as he flexed and posed his muscular body for me. Michelangelo's David had NOTHING on the perfection displayed before my eyes. "Come here." he said, grabbing my arm, pulling me out of my trance. He guided me over to a locker and opened the door. "This is my locker." I almost passed out from the heavenly, musky scent that wafted out toward me. There, before me was his practice gear. His pads, his cleats, his jock. He just moved behind me as I savoured the glory before me. I could hear him spit, then felt his cock at my asshole. He slowly pushed his cock into me as he pushed my head into his locker. I breathed deeper and deeper his smells as he buried himself deep in me. "Oh yea faggot, smell that man smell." he ordered me. "You like that, don't you bitch? You been dreaming of this." I just moaned in agreement as my senses were assaulted as never before. He started to fuck my ass as he reached in and grabbed his jockstrap, covering my nose with it. "Breath in faggot. That's the jock I was wearing today while you watched me at practice. Did you think you'd be smelling my dirty jock while I fucked your pussy?" I shook my head no as I moaned louder, my own rock hard dick throbbing. Mitch just pushed the jockstrap into my mouth, forcing me to taste his ballsweat. I whimpered as he increased his fucking. "That's right faggot. Eat my sweat and piss stained jock. You're a filthy little fag. You fucking love it!" He was right of course. I just sucked his sweat and rode his cock. Then he grabbed one of his cleats and placed it over my nose. I went crazy as I inhaled his musty foot smell, squeezing his cock with my ass as his foot stench filled my brain. "Oh fuck you dirty bitch," he grunted. "Here I cum faggot! Smell my feet as I breed your cunt!" The neurons exploded in my brain as he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped his load far into my guts. He shook and spasmed as his orgasm rocked us both. He pulled out of me, and I could feel some of his cum running down my leg. He removed his cleat from my nose and pulled his jock out of my mouth. Sitting on the bench, he spread his legs. "Clean my cock off!" He ordered. I dove on it, savouring the flavours of his cum and my ass. I went crazy on his dick, imagining I was sucking him before the entire team, showing them I was his bitch. But after a minute he pulled me off. "I want you to fuck me Cole." he said looking into my eyes. "Fuck me here on this bench." "Of course Mitch," I said. "But I want you to do something for me. Would you please wear some of your gear? Please?" I begged. He grinned at me, "of course faggot. I knew you'd ask." I sat there as I watched my dream man put on his shoulder pads and cleats. "Anything else?" "Your jockstrap, please." "I like it when you beg," he said as he stepped into the straps and pulled them up. "How's that?" My heart beat faster as I looked at my god, looking even more like every fantasy I've ever had of him. "My God your perfect." I said. "Lay on the bench." He laid down on his back and hooked his arms behind his knees, spreading his hairy asscheeks apart, showing me his pink hole. "Do it man! Fuck the quarterback dude! Show me what you got!" I lost all control and spit a couple times on his hole, then rammed myself in him in one thrust. "FUUUUUUCK DUUUUUDE!" He yelled. "Fuck yea! That's it! Come on Cole! Don't be a pussy. Fuck me man!" I went apeshit on him, pounding his ass as hard and as deep as I could. Mitch just moaned and egged me on harder and harder. "That all you got man? Come on.....GIVE IT TO ME!" I jackhammered his ass as hard as I could. Finally I couldn't hold back and flooded his innards with a huge load. "Oh fuck yea Mitch! Take my load motherfucker!" I bellowed as I pumped what felt like was my very soul into his gripping and sucking ass. I collapsed on him, breathing hard, the last of my cum draining into him when we heard a slow clapping coming from the corner. "Well, well, well. Look what I've found...."

Part XII We got back home and were both pretty bummed out. Just hardly got a glimpse of my poz guy's huge cock and he was gone. My boy had really been looking forward to seeing it and I had been hoping for a whole lot more than a look. I really shouldn't have been surprised, though, I guess, as I already knew that guy loved to tease first. I had told him my love was basically only a top, so maybe he wanted him teased like I had been to where he was going crazy from wanting to see it and would fall for it being rammed into him before he knew it. LOL I know it had been somewhat of a surprise to me and then the huge surprise when he told me he had filled my hole full of his highly toxic poz cum. I think part of my disappointment had been my boy not getting filled this time too. We didn't have sex for a couple of days after that. Kept watching to see if the guy was online to see if we could set something up but he was not on. Then, the third day, he left a message. I opened it and it was another pic of the head of his cock only with a huge drop of precum on it just oozing out. It looked enormous in the pic and tasty also. My boy's cock jumped to full attention in just a few seconds after I showed it to him. That was all there was though, no message at all. I wrote back telling him how hot the pic was and when would he be back out to the trails again? It was another two days before we got an answer back and again it was a pic of the head of his cock, this time looking like cum all over it. A message was with it telling us he would probably be on the trails the next day. We both had hardons after reading that and were going nuts talking about seeing that cock the next day. My boy and I were so turned on by the thought of that huge cock we couldn't even think about anything else, including having sex together even, which was kind of weird. We talked about that guy a lot. My boy wanted to know all I knew about him. I told him I really didn't know any more than he did other than I had got his email address and actually seen his giant of a cock close up while talking. I told my boy that I thought the guy might have a thing for me as he had sprung a hard on while we had talked but that was all I knew. Hated to lie to him like that, but sure didn't want to tell him about being fucked by it also. The next morning we were on the trails. We walked around enjoying the views we got of several guys walking around nude. Some had some pretty impressive cocks of their own, but I knew my poz guy's was bigger yet. We walked around quite a bit without seeing him though. We finally decided it was time to take a break and we headed over to the spot we had started to fuck at before and I had been fucked royally by that massive poz cock. We decided to lay out and work on tans and spread a blanket we had taken turns carrying and got naked and laid out. My love fell asleep fairly quickly but I couldn't get that huge cock out of my mind and was wondering where the hell he was at. I wanted it again for some reason I could not explain even though I knew it wasn't right and especially with my boy right there beside me. Thinking about the other day had my cock growing and my ass twitching badly. Pretty soon I was digging in my pack for my dildo and soon had it buried to the hilt in my ass. I didn't even touch my own cock but slowly started to run my dildo in and out of my hole slow and deep. Just as it was really starting to feel good, I thought I heard a noise. Turning my head, there he was, naked and that magnificent cock pointing to the heavens, hard as rock and beautiful as they can get. He put his finger to his lips to silence me and approached our blanket. He stopped next to me and knelt down and immediately his head went down and his mouth swallowed my hard cock in one gulp. As he did that, one hand covered my mouth to stifle the moan I made and the other hand went to my dildo and as it was almost out of me, rammed it all the way in in one fast hard stroke. I nearly jumped out of my skin it felt so wild. After just a few minutes of this I was a squirming wreck of passion. Then he stopped and leaned across my body and all at once grabbed my boy's cock, as he was now laying on his back, and swallowed him to the base in one smooth stroke. As he did that, he pushed his cock into my mouth which I opened greedily and my boy's eyes flew open. I could see him out of the corner of my eyes as he leaned up on his elbows wanting to know what the hell was going on? His cock grew immediately under the ministrations of the poz guy's lips and mouth though and he then just had to moan in pleasure. My love was looking over at me with a questioning look on his face. I nodded, what little I could, to let him know this was the GUY. He got it and then was trying to look between us to see that huge cock in my mouth, but there was little he could see from the angle we were all in. The guy just kept up his bj on my boy and soon my boy quit looking and laid back enjoying the bj as I was enjoying giving one to the poz guy. I think we all thought we were in heaven.

Part 3 I woke up late the next morning, a smile on my face. I was in love. I didn't care if Mitch was straight and just wanted a hole to get off in. He had me hooked. My dick was rock hard thinking about my god. I thought about jerking off, but I wanted to save it for tonight. Mitch had said he'd be back tonight, and I hoped with all my heart he would. The house was pretty empty, most everyone was in class, so the main bathroom on the second floor was empty. It was a large bathroom. Along one wall was a row of 5 sinks. The opposite side had two toilets and two urinals. The back wall had a large shower with 4 shower heads. I had the shower to myself this morning and I enjoyed a nice hot one, not feeling rushed. My face was under the warm flow when......SMACK! Mitch had joined me in the shower and announced his presence with a hard slap on my wet ass. "Sup bitch?" he laughed at me. "You're late for class. Did I wear you out last night?" I felt myself blush at his comment. "It will take more than that, fucker." I retorted. "Oooooo, sounds like a challenge." he mocked me. "I've got lots of stamina......and cum." I laughed as I tried not to stare at his naked, wet body as he soaped himself up. He noticed and slyly let the soap pop out of his hand. "Oops.....dropped the soap." he teased, bending over very slowly to pick it up, diplaying his perfect ass to me in all it's glory. Oh god he was evil! As he stood up and turned to me. "I love to piss in the shower," he whispered to me as he started to let go a flow. "No since wasting water in a toilet when it just goes down the drain." He moved toward me and aimed his pissing dick right on my crotch. That did it. My dick sprung up instantly, much to my embarrassment. God I hoped another brother didn't walk in right now. "Looks like you like that." he grinned. "Ok, knock it off idiot! What if someone comes in?" I was truely worried about getting caught. "No one's here." he said as he moved behind me and aimed his piss right on my asshole. I moaned a bit at his brazenness. He reached around and squeezed my hard cock. "Dude! Not here!" I loudly whispered as I elbowed him in his stomach. His rock hard stomach. He just laughed and moved under his showerhead. "Chicken." "Yea I am." I laughed. I couldn't help it. I know he was just being goofy. He wouldn't really risk his own reputation. We turned the showers off and grabbed our towels. I quickly dried off and pulled my underwear on hoping it would help hide my hard on in case someone walked in. I decided to grab my stuff and head out of there. I knew if I stayed and watched him shave, I'd be a puddle, so I made my exit. "I gotta go, get to class." "All right bitch. Be ready for tonight." he winked at me, giving my ass another slap on the way out. Classes were lost on me that day. My head was only in one place. Mitch. How did I get so lucky? He could have anybody. Was he really gay, or just experimenting, or what? Maybe he was bi. All I know is I would cherish every moment for as long as it lasted. And I promised myself I wouldn't let him break my heart, no matter what. He showed up at dinner looking unshowered again after practice. He knew the smell of him drove me crazy. Tonight he sat next to me at the table, making sure I was able to smell him well. It was heaven just sitting next to him. After dinner Mitch and a few of the guys went to have some beers over at Theta Beta. I was invited but stayed home to study. Yea, I'm a nerd. It was getting late when I went to bed. I don't know why I even tried to sleep. I knew I was just going to wait up for him. God I hoped he showed up. He had said he was, but he went out, and maybe he was staying out. Maybe he hooked up with a chick. I was starting to drive myself crazy when my door opened. He stood there with his finger to his lips. "Shhhh....be vewy qwiet." he said imitating Elmer Fudd. "I'm hunting faggots..." I laughed as he shut the door. He pulled his shirt off as he approached the bed, sitting at the foot of it. He swung his legs up so his feet were next to my head. "Take my shoes and socks off." I did as told, pulling off his sneakers, then his white socks, leaving his bare feet next to my face. He placed one foot over my nose and I breathed in the heavenly aroma of his sweaty feet. My cock sprung up as I inhaled his smell like it was a drug. "Lick them." he instructed me. I stuck out my tongue and ran it from his heel, across his arch, and up to his toes. He moaned at the touch and I went crazy. I licked every inch of his big, jock feet. I sucked his toes and licked between them, cleaning every bit of the days sweat off them while he moaned and encouraged me. Pulling his feet away, I whimpered a bit at the loss. He pulled his shorts off and grabbed my arm, pulling me to him, pushing my head to his cock. I happily opened my mouth to accept him. I started to suck, but he told me to hold still. Then it started. A hot flow of piss filling my mouth. I just swallowed it down, gulping desperately, not wanting to waste a single drop. "Oh man that feels good. You love that don't you bitch? You like drinking my piss, you dirty faggot." I just moaned my agreement as he emptied his beer filled bladder down my throat. When he finished he kept his cock in my mouth and started pumping it in and out. Like last night he pushed it balls deep down my throat. I relaxed and took it, massaging it with my throat as best I could. His moans told me I was doing a good job. Soon he was giving me his hot load. He pulled out of my throat and shot into my mouth so I could really taste him. His cum tasted like honey to me. I swallowed down his copious load. As soon as he finished he pushed me back on the bed and grabbed my vaseline. "I know you fucked me the other night. Now I want to know if I like it." Holy shit! He was going to take my cock! He greased up my throbbing shaft and his asshole, then straddled my stomach. He grabbed my cock and placed the tip at the enterence to his amazing ass. He slowly sat on it, pausing for a moment when I first entered him, then slid down the length of my 7 incher. "Ooooohhhhh fuck." he moaned as he hit the bottom. "That feels amazing!" He placed his hands on my chest and started to ride up and down on my pole. "Oh God yes! Oh Jesus! That is so good. Fuck!" After he rode me for a couple of minutes, I got bold and pushed him backwards off me. He knew what I wanted as I crawled between his legs and he grabbed his ankles, spreading his ass open. I grabbed his trunk like thighs and slammed my dick right up his shitter. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a long, low moan. "Whose the faggot now bitch?" I taunted him. "You like that don't you?" I pounded him as hard as I could. "Look at the quarterback taking it like a bitch!" "Oh God Cole....Fuck me man! Do it!" I pounded him for as long as I could before I blew a huge load in his guts. Mitch just grabbed my ass and pulled me into him as much as he could while I shot over and over into him. I lay back spent, but didn't have time to rest. Mitch had my legs in the air and the vaseline on his cock before I could blink. He pushed his hard cock deep into me in one thrust. I cried out in pain but he just put his mouth on mine and silenced me. That's how the Fuck went. Not a word. Just him kissing me deep and hard while he deep dicked me, our bodies slapping together. He didn't even pull his mouth off when he came, he just grabbed my lower lip between his teeth and bit it as he filled my guts with his juice. He collapsed on the bed next to me, and soon started snoring. I didn't try to wake him. I just pulled his arm over my body and snuggled into him and slept.

So, I committed a federal crime, did soft time in a low security in Ohio. Very boring experience, actually, except for the sex. In prison, I learned to get devious about sex because the popo REALLY frowned upon it! I was tossed in the SHU several times over 4 years after being caught in flagrante delicto! There really wasn't, as you can imagine, a lot of privacy for fucking, either. Basically, if sucked cock everyone knew it and if you took it in the ass, all gays and "down low" dudes knew it. So, where did I service guys? Well, certain cubicles in the open bays were good for giving blowjobs, depending on conditions. Riskier, though, noise carried too easily. Shower stalls very early in the AM, one guy standing in a mop bucket to disguise the fact that two were init, that worked OK. Recycling room was also good, no cameras there, either. Best bets were one of the bathrooms in the rec yard, right at the 5 minute rec move following count; or, the bathrooms in the Chapel area, shit they even had locks on the stalls, and very few staff to worry about. Most of the Chapel orderlies were fags, lol! That was the best one receiving anal, followed by the rec yard bathroom. The rest were all only good for oral. So, I'd suck a few dicks a week, had my regular customers who paid me in commissary items. I only did anal maybe once a month because of the risk of getting caught. It was all very hush hush and lucrative (for prison) and I loved it all (except being in the SHU, that sucked). So, devious....served me well in the halfway house. When I got passes to go out, I'd already have a hookup from one of the dating sites. Met a talented, hung black daddy every Sunday for a couple hours of breeding. He was a multiple cummer, I always had to cram some tissue between my ass cheeks for the bus ride back! Went to PhiladelphiaJacks a few times...just basically whored myself out to any guy willing to stick his cock in me, loving every minute of it. Still do. Today, I've got five "regular" guys I can rely on, two are multiple cummers and one has such a thick cock, I've never felt one better than his! And then there are the random hookups from the dating sites. Lots of flakes, yes, but I probably average one good fuck out every ten contacts. And it's all bareback, always has been. I've been "lucky" never to have any STD's. I've been bug chasing halfheartedly for a little while, now basically just trying to deliberately hook up with poz dudes. I've taken "undetectable" loads and I've advertised to take toxic loads, get gifted, etc but no joy yet. For me, being pozzed is all about submission, is why I look for it but I guess what with the meds available todayn it'll be harder and harder to find guys with toxic loads. So be it. I'm still a cum slut and I will be my whole life. I'll probably be sucking old man dick when I'm in the retirement home, lol! So that's my life, boys and girls. I'm a bottom cum slut faggot and wouldn't want to be anything else! (SHU: Special Housing Unit, aka "the hole")

Moving to Atlanta Almost Broke I am moving to Atlanta from Boise, Idaho. The reason may already be obvious, but I love black dick. My first blowjob was to my black best friend Adrian. Until now I have had a few black cocks in my juicy white ass, but I was on a cold streak a couple of months back. "Louisiana", a 9 in uncut black cock guy, had fucked me over 5 different times, but disappeared back to Louisiana I guess. I was desperate so I posted an ad in the Atlanta CL section because that's where Google said the most Gay Black men lived as I had searched. Within a few hours I had found out many big black dicks want to own me in that city!! I have no less than 5 for sure ass fucks, and 2 possible daddies. Today, this one stud, Will, text me randomly and it changed my life!! He said, "man I'm so fuckin interested in you I wish you were here not Idaho." I thought for one second before an overflow of emotion hit me and my decision was completely made. I would fly to Atlanta the first chance I got. August 12 or 14 is my target date. I'll be fine. I just need to get there. I'm black cock owned and it feels really good actually. I'll update you on the story of my BBC addiction and subsequent move to Atlanta for my White Slavery to begin....

Trex slowly pulled the half inflated butt plug out of me, leaving my hole gaping. Then, he walked over to the shelf, and picked up the baggie of Tina, and sorted through it until he found a shard about the size of his fingernail. Handing it to Dantrell, he said, “Here. Push this big shard just a little way into your piss slit, then shove your lubed up cock into Danny’s hole. That’s it. Keep going until you can feel the head of your dick up against his inner ring.” Dantrell followed Trex’s instructions, then said, “Okay.” Trey said, “You’re there, up against his inner ring ?” Dantrell said, “Yeh, I can feel it.” Then, Trex handed the bottle of poppers to me, and told me to take several hits. When he saw my face becoming really flushed, he told Dantrell to gradually push his cock head against my inner ring. “Whoa,” Dantrell said, as I let out a yelp, and Trex knew that Dantrell’s cock head had popped through. Continuing his instructions, Trex told Dantrell to push out a small stream of chem piss. When he did, he felt the big Tina shard shoot out of his piss slit, deep into my guts. Trex said, “Perfect. Now, let’s wait a few minutes for that to dissolve. In the mean time, go ahead and fuck him, but not too deep, yet. Oh, and hand the bubbler pipe to him, and make him take a couple of hits.” Then, Trex took the red plastic cups from the shelf and headed back into the kitchen. When he returned, he was juggling 3 cups, handing one to me, one to Dantrell, and saving one for himself. Dantrell said, “G ?” And, Trex replied, “You know it,” as all 3 of us drained the cups down our throats. Next, Trex told me to take several more hits of poppers, and he told Dantrell to push his cock deep inside my hole, again. “Push right through that inner ring,” Trex said. “Yeh, man, give him the entire length of your BBC. That’s what he needs.” At first, Dantrell kept his cock deep inside my hole, fucking in and out of my inner ring. Then, he switched to pulling his cock back farther, then punching it all the way back through my inner ring, with every thrust. “How does that feel,” Trex asked me ? “Fuck ME,” was my reply ! “That’s fucking incredible !” For more than a half hour, Trex kicked back, occasionally hitting the bubbler pipe, and watching Dantrell’s big long cock giving my hole a good workout. The Tina and the G had me flying high. I was obviously tweaked, and loving the intense fucking that my hole was getting. Soon, Trex blew out a huge white cloud and stood up. “Time for the big one,” he announced ! “Here, I know you’re going to need these,” he said as he handed the bottle of poppers to me. At the same time, he motioned for Dantrell to pull his cock out of my hole, which he did, very gradually, revealing inch after inch of his BBC, until it finally fell out of my gaping hole, and flopped around. I was lying back, my ass a few inches off the end of the sling, my feet in the stirrups, and my legs spread wide, an open invitation for Trex’s BBC. I watched Trex lubing up his thick monster cock, and as he approached my hole, I started snorting the poppers, moving the bottle back and forth, from one nostril to the other, each time taking a big hit, and holding my breath as long as I could, feeling my heart slam and my head pound, until I felt the head of Trex’s cock pushing into me. That was the easy part because his cock head was nowhere near the huge girth of his shaft. Even though my head was spun from all the Tina and G and poppers, I still let out a loud gasp when Trex started forcing his shaft inside of my hole. “Come on ! You want this BBC ? Push back against it ! Come on ! Take it ! Take it ! Trex continually coached me while taking a few steps forward, pushing me and the sling backwards, and increasing the pressure of his cock against my hole until the huge shaft suddenly broke through and the thighs of Trex’s black leather chaps made a loud slap against my ass. Sweat rolled down the sides of my face, and I could see thatTrex was sweating, too. Right now, he knew enough to stay very still, his monster thick cock completely buried in my hole, letting me relax and get used to it’s size. “Holy FUCK,” I yelled out ! “I wasn’t sure I could do it.” Trex told Dantrell to hand him a couple of paper towels. He handed one to me, and we both wiped the sweat from our faces. “Good job, Danny boy ! We need to celebrate.” He told Dantrell to reload the bubbler pipe. Then, he told him to hand the torch and the pipe to me, and ordered me to take several big hits. Next, while Trex was hitting the pipe, he could feel me moving my ass in the sling, fucking myself up and back an inch or two on Trex’s massive cock. Trex blew a huge cloud down toward my hole, then he grinned, knowing that his BBC was in charge, and that my hole wanted it, wanted it fucking me. Handing the bubbler pipe and the torch back to Dantrell, Trex told me to hit the poppers, again, and, as I did, Trex pulled his cock back about half way, then slowly shoved it all the way back in, again. I moaned loudly, and pushed my hips forward, signaling to Trex how fucking good it felt. Trex responded by pulling back most of the way, then slamming back in, in one quick motion. My entire body shuddered, and I yelled out, “OH, FUCK, YEH !” For the next 10 or 15 minutes, Trex kept pounding his BBC in and out of my hole, only occasionally stopping for a few seconds to let me hit the poppers. When, he felt like taking a break, he let Dantrell have a turn, marveling at how my ass was able to take Dantrell’s big long cock punch fucking my inner ring. Dantrell and Trex kept taking turns pounding the hell out of my insatiable ass, and pumping load after load of cum into me, only stopping long enough to fuck more shards deep inside my ass, to make me hit the pipe, and down a few more doses of G. The session ended up lasting about 36 hours, with all 3 of us feeling pretty well warn out. I had received 5 big loads of cum blasted deep inside my ass. Before I left, Trex shoved a large butt plug up my hole, and told me to keep it in for at least 24 hours, to be sure that I had completely absorbed all those chemmed up loads of cum.

Holy fuck ! The inflatable butt plug that Trex had shoved up my hole, felt enormous ! Trex asked me, “How does that feel ?” “Huge,” I said ! He said,“Good. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. He handed me another bottle of water and told me to chug it all down. Trex took a minute to check his messages, then he told me that a buddy of his was going to be stopping by to pick up some “supplies,” and that the guy would probably be hanging around for a while. “Right now, I think you need some more TINA,” Trex said, his deep voice booming ! He retrieved the torch from the shelf, lit it, then, instead of handing the bubbler pipe to me, he applied the torch to the bottom of the bowl, and told me to stroke his cock while he took a hit. He was so fucking thick that my hand didn’t come even close to going all the way around it. He groaned loudly, as I stroked my hand up and down the length of his monster cock. “YEH,” he called out ! His cock got harder and thicker, and he kept flexing it while he steadily pulled the clouds into his lungs. For a few seconds, he held his breath and returned the pipe and the torch to the shelf. Then, he leaned over and blasted a huge Tina cloud right down my throat. He grinned when I blew the cloud back out, and watched it wafting all over his BBC. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When Trex came back into the room, he had a red plastic cup in each hand. “I think Danny boy is ready for a little G ! But, first, you need to hit the pipe, again.” I felt like I was already flying pretty high. Don’t get me wrong. I was feeling great ! Trex placed the red cups on the shelf, then handed the lit torch and the bubbler pipe to me, and he stroked his cock as he watched me take a hit. After I blew out a big cloud, Trex placed the pipe and the torch back on the shelf, and he picked up the red plastic cups, handing one to me, and he said, “Cheers,” just before we both gulped down the G. While we waited for the G to kick in, Trex pinched and twisted my nipples, driving me wild, and I stroked his BBC, still absolutely in awe over the size of it. A few minutes later, Trex moved around to the end of the sling, and he turned the release valve on the inflatable butt plug, causing it to make a loud whoosh as the air rushed out of it. He slowly pulled the deflated butt plug out of me, and checked to see if everything was alright. Now that my Tina charged hole was empty, I was feeling desperate to get fucked. Plus, I could feel the G kicking in, and it was really making my head spin. I saw Trex grinning at me. He knew what I was feeling. Again he lubed up the butt plug, and pushed it only about half way inside of my hole before he started inflating it, “Awwwww, YEH,” I moaned, as the butt plug grew thicker and thicker, stretching my opening. “Oh, FUCK, that feels good !” “Yeh,” Trex said ? How about now,” as he popped the butt plug past my opening, then pulled it all the way out, again ? “Holy FUCK,” I said, just before he popped it back inside my opening and proceeded to fuck it in and out of me, repeatedly, rattling the chains on the sling as it swung up and back. “Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK” was all I could say. When the doorbell rang, Trex shoved the butt plug all the way inside my hole, and left the room. It seemed like a long time before he returned, but it might have been only less than a minute. “Hey, Danny boy, this is Dantrell. Dantrell, this is Danny,” Trex said, making the quick introductions. “Hell, yeh, I think this’ll do just fine,” Dantrell said, looking me up and down. Trex gestured his hand toward the shelf, a silent invitation for Dantrell to help himself to the pipe, which he quickly accepted. While Dantrell fired up the bubbler pipe, and took one hit after another, Trex went back to working the partially inflated butt plug in and out of my hole, stretching my opening, more and more, his BBC flexing regularly as it got harder and harder. Trex said, “Hey, Dantrell; how about getting out of those clothes ? Show Danny boy here what you got ? As a guy who is addicted to cock, especially BBCs, I was watching Dantrell’s every move. And, he definitely didn’t disappoint. First, he stripped off a long sleeved flannel shirt that was already unbuttoned, followed by a baggy tee shirt, and an untied pair of high tops. As he slid down his equally baggy jeans, and stepped out of them, I could see what appeared to be a very impressive dick, flopping around inside his blue and green plaid boxer shorts. And, when he stripped off the boxer shorts, I was a lot more than impressed. While Trex’s cock was definitely a lot thicker, Dantrell certainly had him beat, in length.

Part XI Well, what a conflict. Just wanted to see a really huge cock and had but had also ended up sucking it to full hardness and then let him dominate me into letting him fuck me with that huge pole. Then he tells me he is poz on top of that. What the hell was I thinking about. That is what comes from thinking with my small head. Now, either I have to explain to my boyfriend what I had done or trick him somehow into coming with me on that trail and fool around and let the guy fuck my boy too. I had never seen him bottom before. How was I going to do that. He doesn't like hiking that much either. Oh, worry, worry. I decided to try and tease my boy into going with me. First, I got my big cock poz guy to take a few pics of his cock, but not showing all of it, just enough to draw interest and curiosity. Then I plied by boy by teasing him with my ass. Then telling him there sure were a lot of guys walking the trails where I went and some had some really nice looking butts and cocks. Then I, accidently on purpose, left my puter on with one of the tease pics from my poz guy. It showed nothing but the huge head of his cock with a caption about how long and bid around it was. I then left my laptop sitting on desk leading to bathroom where my boy was sure to see it on the way to there. I know he saw it as when he came back to bed he was hard as a rock and fucked the hell out me. I then left another one on that showed my poz guy's balls and a note about how big they were and how much cum they could hold to spurt out when needed. After each time I left a pic out my boy would come back to bed and just plain plow my hole for all he was worth and fill me full of his cream. I was loving it, but had to keep track of what was going on, too, as when my boy wasn't plowing my hole all I could do was think about that huge cock plowing me really good and deep and thinking about that poz cum made me wild for some reason, too. My boy was also asking questions about that cock I seemed to be always looking at, wink, wink. I told him it was one of the guys who hiked the trails I went to. I told him we had taken a break at about the same place once and had talked a bit and exchanged emails. I told him that ever since he had sent me some pics of his cock for fun to tease me with. I just thought they were fun. My boy said he would love to see if it really was as big as he was telling me. After a couple of weeks of this my boy finally asked if he could come with me on my next hike. I smiled and told him I would love for him to come as I loved doing everything with him. I told him we should go the next morning for sure and he agreed saying he sure hoped that guy would be around so he could get a look at that huge cock once. This really made me smile as it seemed like he had more interest than just wanting to see it. When my boy went to the bathroom, I quickly sent a message to the poz guy telling him that my boy was coming with me in the morning for a hike and he might want to be around to see what would happen. I got a message back quickly saying he would try to be there but wasn't completely sure of his schedule yet. I was a little disappointed but sent him back that I sure hoped he could make it. My boyfriend and I arrived and it was a really nice warm day for a hike. We both decided to just wear our shoes and socks and jocks and shorts only as we thought that while hiking we would get too warm with a shirt of any kind on. We started out and then turned off on the route most guys used and most of them nude or with just their shoes and socks on. We had hiked a short distance when we encountered the first person we had seen and very naked but in good shape guy with what looked to be a very nice uncut cock walking along the opposite direction. We exchanged hellos and kept on going, caught my boy looking over his shoulder at the guy walking away, so I looked also and he did seem to have a nice ass too. We ran into about 5 or 6 guys like this over the next approx. 2 miles we hiked but none were my poz guy at all. We decided to return then and took another route that would take us by where the poz guy had fucked me before. As we got close to that spot I veered off the trail and had my boy follow me and took him right to where the deed had been done. I then dropped to my knees and started to play with my boy's cock through his shorts and then tugged them and his jock down and soon had my mouth wrapped around his cock and sucking him good. I was really horny being where I had last been fucked by someone other than my guy and a poz one to boot. I sucked for a while and then stood up and we were then kissing and running our hands all over each other while getting rid of our clothes completely. Then my boy pushed me down and onto my back and was soon burying his tongue in my hole and then running a couple of fingers in me too to loosen me up some. This went on for about 10 minutes and then he pulled his fingers out and rammed his cock in me deep as it would go on one thrust. I pushed my hips up and into him to make sure every bit of his cock got in all the way. He then proceeded to pound the hell out of my hole. He got a good rhythm going and I was really enjoying it when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and there about 25 feet away was my poz guy in all his glory. Stark naked and his cock pointing straight into the sky hard and beautiful. I barely was able to whisper to my boy that he was here watching I was so caught up in the excitement. My boy turned his head to looke and the poz guy let him see him for just a second and turned and walked away into the trees. My boy yelled hey, come back here a minute, but there was no answer and by the time we got untangled and ran up there, the guy was nowhere to be seen. My boy told me he barely got a glimpse of that cock before it was gone. Damn, he didn't see enough to tell exactly what he had seen. We didn't even finish our sex we had started but just hiked back to the car and went home. We were both somewhat discouraged by the day's events.

OMG What Did I Do? Part VII It took me a good half an hour to recover enough to head for home. I figured he was gone and would not be back again, now. I basically dragged my ass into the house I was so used up. My orgasm from his BJ and plowing my hole with my huge dildo was so intense I knew I would be laying around the rest of the day. I turned my computer on and looked around to see what was happening. There was a message from Him. I opened it up hoping he would now tell me he wanted to meet soon. I was somewhat disappointed though. He just was telling me thanks for the nice big load as he had been thirsty. He hoped I had liked the bj and wanted some more. He loved nice loads down his throat like that. Let me know if you liked it too? I thought I was tired but my cock stood straight up again anyway. I had not wanted the bj in the first place, until it was too late to stop it. It had been a great one for sure, though. I thought about it and decided that yes, if he wanted to give me another bj, that would be fine. Next time I had to keep my wits about me though and make sure I got a good close look at his cock. Glimpses I was getting just made me want to get a closer look at that monster sized cock. I was sure I could not be satisfied until I saw it up close and maybe got to hold it for a few seconds in my hand. I just wanted a nice close up look at that huge member of his and if I had to let him blow me, that was fine so I could see that beauty. I sent him a message saying I had loved the bj and it had been one of the best I had ever had. I had loved how he pounded my hole with my dildo while doing it too. I would love another one sometime soon too. I also told him I wanted a good look at his beautiful cock up close. I was surprised, again, when he answered by in about 30 seconds of my posting. He wrote that he would be around the trail tomorrow again, if I wanted that bj. He also said he would think about letting me see his cock up close as he usually didn't let anyone see it close unless he was getting ready to put it in them, but he just might since my cock tasted so good and he loved the way my hole had taken that huge dildo all the way in as he plunged it in and out of me. He then said he might even if I was a good boy, let me touch him or maybe even if very very good let me taste him a little. My cock exploded in cum as I finished reading his post. He was thinking about letting me touch or maybe even taste him. I had wanted to see and maybe touch it but taste him. I really had not thought about that actually. It was a big step over the line to me to do that. Never did anything like this before on my boyfriend. Looking is one thing and maybe a touch is going another small step, but actually to suck his cock was about 3 or 4 steps I was thinking. I was turned on big time though and decided I had better think about it to make sure I wanted to do that to my boy or not.

As a first time, make sure lots of lube is involved. You don't want your ass to get sore too early. It is so much fun and the hole feels wonderful afterwards...

I am interested in this too as a bud is supposed to set one up for my ass soon. Sounds like fun to me but some say it isn't. Hmmm I love all the cock I can get in me so can't imagine it not feeling good.

I've: - been fucked raw on the dance floor at circuit parties and in gay clubs. - been fucked raw in the cab of a pickup truck while two cops were eating their lunch accross the street. - sucked lots of cocks in cars after partying at clubs - been fucked raw standing in the parking lot of a gay club while lots of guys watched - sucked cocks and been fucked in the showers at gym where I work out

here is part 2 finally enjoy =) LOST INNOCENSE AT THE BATHOUSE PART 2 Dean wanted to see Adam’s expression when he first entered him with his bare cock. He never told any of them though what they would actually be getting, but he loved making them beg for him to pump their asses full of his loads. It was a massive turn on to him for the boys, who he pozzed, to see and willingly accept that he was fucking them raw. He was planning on making sure Adam’s first time was going to be something he would never forget. It would be a night of firsts for the eighteen year old teen. First time with smoking Tina, first booty bump, first time being fucked, first load of charged dirty seed, first slam, and finally his first gangbang. Dean put on a porn vid showing a barely legal twink being rimmed by an older daddy type, before climbing between Adam’s legs. He figured the vid would distract Adam, while he got him prepped for his fucking. He tossed the T-laced warming lube on the bed, along with a film canister loaded with Tina shards and powder, plus a can of Maximum Impact and one of his old dirty jocks to spray it on. Adam moaned when Dean grabbed his legs and bent them back towards his head and started to rim him with tongue. He loved the feel of Dean’s five o’clock shadow on his hairless hole whenever Dean pulled back and rubbed his chin and cheeks on it. The boy was going crazy with lust; he had never felt like this before when he had smoked pot. It felt like his body screaming, “It’s finally time to get laid! You’ve been waiting long enough.” The eighteen year old twink’s moans were turning Dean something fierce. His thick eight inches started to ooze pre-cum like water pouring from a faucet. Dean wished he could use just his pre-cum to fuck Adam, but he knew the young virgin boy wasn’t ready for that yet. Maybe if he was lucky he would tweak Adam up one more time and just use pre-cum to fuck him with before he left town. Dean poured some of his “T” laced warming lube on Adam’s hole and began to work it into the boy’s ass stretching it for his entry. He knew Adam wouldn’t notice the initial burn of the Tina in the warming lube as he got his ass stretched. The young kid would just think it was his virgin ass being stretched wider and wider to take Dean’s thick man spike. He gave a silent thanks to whatever chemist developed the warming lube it made it so much easier to stealth guys with. “OH GAWD!!!! OH GAWD!!! OH GAWD!!!” seemed to be Adam’s new mantra as Dean worked first one finger, then a second finger in his now blooming teen rose hole. His ass couldn’t seem to get enough of Dean’s fingers, it wanted more and more inside him. “That’s what’s gonna happen to you shortly Adam,” he said motioning Adam to look over at the video screen as he pulled his fingers out. He smiled as the teen’s ass stayed open a bit before slowly closing. It was as if it was begging for Dean to continue working it with his fingers. While Adam was distracted Dean opened the film canister and pulled out a nice sized shard of “T” to booty bump the unsuspecting eighteen year old who was about to take his first of many poz loads up his tight lil’ ass. Adam, who was already really turned on by the joint and fingering his ass had received from Dean, was starting go into overdrove with lust as he watched the older daddy begin to slide his hard raw cock into the twink on screen. Soon another daddy joined the scene and started face fucking the twink as the other one used the boy’s ass. Adam started wishing he was the kid in the video. It just looked so fucking hot. As Adam watched the raw cock work the teen’s ass he almost wished Dean would do that to him. Yet he knew it was safer to have the top covered that’s why he had his baggie of rubbers with him. Wait! Did he remember to bring the bag from patio when he followed Dean into his room? He couldn’t remember if he did or not, but before he could say anything he gasped as the older man’s fingers entered his ass again. Dean grinned as he added a third finger to Adam’s ass pushing the shard inside with his fingers. He began tearing into the teen’s fuck tunnel with his fingers as he worked the shard in. He wanted to make sure the boy’s hole was torn up enough to take his toxic seed and start the pozzing process. He knew his PA would cause more damage once he began fucking the boy, but liked to make sure he was doing the job thoroughly. “Shit! That hurts,” moaned Adam as he felt like Dean was ripping up his ass. “Shh, babe just making sure you’re nice and stretched so it won’t hurt as much as I slide this beef stick in that lil pussy of yours,” Dean said with an evil smirk that was lost on Adam. Before long Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s fingers felt inside him. He needed more inside him. It was like his ass wouldn’t be satisfied until it was getting fucked. “SHIT MAN!!!! COME ON!!!! GIVE ME THAT FAT DICK!!! FUCK ME!!!! COME ON FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!!!!!” Adam couldn’t believe he was begging this older 6’, 285 lbs. daddy to fuck his 5’6”, 120lbs. eighteen year old body like he was a girl. What was coming over him? He needed to be fucked bad, really bad. He needed to feel that eight inch, red bull thick, huge mushroom headed, pierced cock fucking him like the twink in the video. Dean grinned down at the virgin boy he was about to fuck and breed full of his toxic seed. He always stopped taking his meds about a week before he went out to the baths to make sure he was primed to stealth young hot twinks. “Here sniff on this Adam while I finish getting ready to pop that cherry of yours,” Dean said reaching down and spraying his dirty three week old jock with a large amount of Maximum Impact. Once the jock covered Adam’s face Dean got up and opened the door to his room completely so others could see Adam lose his cherry to his raw fuck stix. He quickly climbed back on the bed lubing his dick with more of the “T” tainted warming gel and sprinkled his huge mushroom head with some “T” powder. He pulled the dirty jock off Adam’s face one more time and sprayed it again before placing it back on the boy’s face. This time he didn’t cover Adam’s eyes. He wanted to watch the boy’s expression as he felt Dean’s raw cock enter his tight ass. Adam was flying from the stuff Dean had made him smell in the dirty jock as he felt the older man begin to push on his hole. It was painful despite all the finger work Dean had done on him, but he wanted it really, bad. Dean was waiting for him to open up a bit more. As tempted as he was just to rip the hell out of the virgin boy, he wanted Adam to be so tweaked and into the fuck he wouldn’t realize or care how abused his hole was as each and every guy used it in the pig sling room later. As soon as he did that his ass relaxed and opened enough for Dean’s huge mushroom cap to enter where nothing had entered before except a few fingers. “FUCK!!!!!!!!!” Adam yelped loudly as Dean entered and paused. Adam began to pant rapidly from the intrusion of the massively thick cock. At first he didn’t think he could take it, but the longer Dean held it there the better it felt. He was starting to want more of this daddy’s thick eight inches buried in his ass. Dean sprayed the jock one more time dropping back over the boy’s nose and mouth, leaving his eyes uncovered so he could watch Adam’s eyes as a new poz cum slut was born. He waited until he was certain Adam was flying, before beginning to push deeper inside the no longer virgin boy. He knew in a matter of minutes once he was buried deep inside Adam and began his slow fucking the boy would be in total slut mode. He could already sense a couple guys standing outside the door watching. Once Adam was in full slut mode he would invite them in to watch and join in. But before he did that he was going to make the boy know he was being fucked raw and beg like a good lil’ slut for Dean’s load. Dean began to force his cock deeper and deeper into Adam making the innocent boy moan loader with each inch that sank into his neg ass. He loved how hot and tight his new bitch’s ass felt on his poz meat spike. He was looking forward to contrasting this feel with the one he would give Adam before helping the boy dress at the end of the fuckfest. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to have a cock buried in his ass. He wished he had started earlier if he had known it felt this good. “FUCK MAN!!! THIS FEELS SO GOOD!” Adam moaned loudly. “I haven’t even started yet slut, wait ‘til I get I start pumping your sweet lil’ pussy and breed it.” Dean chuckled, beginning to pull out and shove his dick back in the teen beneath him. He was quickly pulling almost out before slamming back in Adam. “SHIT!!! OH FUCK!!!! YES!!!!” Adam began chanting over and over as Dean picked up speed fucking the eighteen year old harder and harder. He started pushing back to meet each downward thrust. This was so fucking good Adam thought. He wanted more and more of Dean’s cock. He just couldn’t get enough of it. He loved the thick meat pounding him and really loved how the PA felt on his prostrate each time it hit his boy button. Once Dean was sure Adam was really getting into the fuck he decided it was time to let the twink know he was being fucked raw. He reached down and grabbed one of Adam’s hands and brought it back to his cunt which was still being pounded by Dean. “Here bitch feel how good my fuck stix feels going in your sweet pussy,” he said grinning as he wrapped Adam’s hand around the slick meat spike working his ass. “You’re taking it like the good fucking slut you are.” Adam couldn’t believe this thick piece of man meat was making him feel so good. He was enjoying the feel of the thick tool working his ass, when he realized he didn’t feel the bottom of the rubber. He began running his hand up and down Dean’s cock shaft searching for the rubber, but there was none. His eyes widen as he realized he was being barebacked. No this was wrong he had to get Dean to stop and put one on! “You’re not wearing a rubber! You gotta stop and put one on! Please stop Dean!” Adam begged. Dean loved the shocked expression of Adam as he realized his was being barebacked. Now it was time to make him beg for Dean’s load to be pumping in his slut boy pussy. “You didn’t ask for one when we started and I’m not stopping ‘til I load that cunt of yours with my jizz. Besides I never wear a condom it feels better raw. Besides you were enjoying it before you knew you were getting it raw up your slut ass,” with that he started long dicking Adam hard and fast. Every once in a while he would pull completely out before slamming back in deep and hard. The overwhelming sensation of skin against skin quickly Adam made forget about Dean fucking him bareback. Dean was right it felt so good and he was once again moaning and begging for Dean’s cock. If being fucked raw felt this good, then covered must not be that good. He then vaguely remembered guy friends saying fucking a girl bareback was a thousand times better than wearing a rubber. So maybe it was okay to be fucked by Dean like this. “SHIT!!!! FUCK ME!!!! HARDER!!!!! FUCK ME!!!!! HARDER!!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!” Adam howled as he was getting turned on more and more. He needed it bad and wanted to get as much dick as possible in him. He had never imagined he would ever feel like this in his life. Adam never wanted it to stop. “See bitch, you like it raw don’t ya?” Dean asked as he continued to pummel Adam’s pussy. “YES!!!! FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!!!!” “You want my charged load huh bitch?” Dean asked with an evil smile realizing Adam didn’t know what he was asking. “FUCK YES!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! BREED ME WITH IT!!!!” Adam demanded being totally lost in lust now from the “T”. He wanted to feel this daddy’s load being pumped inside him. He no longer cared about a rubber only being fucked as much as possible. Adam couldn’t believe how energized he was getting fucked by Dean. This could go on forever as so far as he was concerned. He was pushing back to get more of Dean inside him. “Hell ya cunt I’m gonna fill your fucking pussy with my charged jizz slut,” “FUCK YA!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! I WANT YOUR LOAD!!!!” Feeling his balls starting to tingle as he punch fucked Adam, Dean asked the boy, “You want my charged load? Well fucking beg for me to charge your cunt with my load,” Dean commanded the still innocent boy. “FUCKIN’ CHARGE MY ASS!!!!” Adam practically howled going crazy from the fucking he was getting. He didn’t understand what was about to happen to him. He was getting ready to take his first poz load of his life and had been tricked into begging for Dean to poz him. “FUCK YA!!! SLUT!!!!! I’M!!!! GONNA!!! CHARGE!!! THAT!!!! SLUT!!!! CUNT!!!” Yelled Dean as he completely pulled out of Adam’s boy pussy before slamming back into it as hard as he could slamming his churning balls against the boy’s hairless ass. His knew his PA was doing more damage to Adam’s no longer virgin fuck tunnel as he buried it deep as he began to fire volley after volley into Adam. “SHIT!!!! CUMMING!!!! TAKE MY CHARGED!!! LOAD!!!!! IN YOUR!!!! NEG CUNT!!!! SLUT!!!!!!!” Dean howled as he began pumping his load deep into Adam. He began lubing the boy’s raw and damaged fuck tunnel with long slow in and out strokes. He wanted to make sure he worked his toxic load in good and deep into the no longer neg teen. Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s load felt inside him. He loved the warm thick gooey man juice coating his colon. He wanted more dicks in him so he could keep enjoying this amazing feeling in his ass. Without thinking about it, Adam started working his ass muscles trying to milk Dean’s wonderful jizz out of his thick eight inch man cock. Dean looked back at the door recognizing one of the four men at the door who had been watching Adam take his first poz load of his life. He grinned at Jack, his friend, motioning with his head at the small toiletries bag on top of his clothes. Dean kept pumping his still hard cock in and out of Adam keeping him distracted from Jack entering the room and opening the bag. Jack understood what Dean wanted to do to the fucking hot twink he had picked up and breed with his toxic seed. Inside the bag were several prepared points. He pulled one out and waited as Dean pulled the dirty jock off the boy’s face. He grinned as soon as he got a good like at the twink. He loved the fact that the boy looked like he was barely sixteen, but knew he had to be at least eighteen. The bath would never risk its license by letting underage boys in. This was going to be hot doing this boy, who looked so young, almost like doing the real thing. Dean knew Jack would help him slam Adam. Once that was accomplished he would let Jack and the other guys at the door take turns before giving Adam another slam and booty bump. Then the no longer innocent eighteen year old would be led the pig sling room where he would spend the rest of the night and possibly a big chunk of the next day being gangbanged by everyone and anyone who wanted a go at his no longer cherry boy ass. Adam was in for the time of his life. Dean sprayed his jock with another big hit of Maximum Impact before dropping it on Adam’s face covering it completely again. As soon as he did Jack hurried over with the point and a rubber tube. They quickly tied it on the flying boy’s arm and stuck him making sure they didn’t get a bubble before injecting it in. Once the syringe was empty they pulled off the rubber tube and waited. Adam was flying from the stuff on Dean’s jock when he felt something tied tightly on his right arm and a slight prick. The tightness on his arm didn’t last very long before it was released. It almost reminded him of time he had gotten his blood drawn once. Suddenly he felt a warm rush move up his arm and into his chest and throat. For a minute it felt like he couldn’t breathe as his heart was beating like mad, then he coughed hard a few times. After coughing he couldn’t believe how good he felt. He felt so alive and really, really needed to have Dean fuck him more. Hell he wanted any dick now fucking him. He was so fucking horny. His ass and cock were tingling. He started trying to work his ass to let Dean know he was ready for more fucking. “Slut’s ready for you guys now come on in and take a ride. I just popped his sweet lil’ cherry ass,” Adam heard Dean say to someone as he pulled the jock off his face. Adam looked up and saw four naked men standing around him stroking their cocks. They looked like they ranged in age from early twenties to in his sixties. The young guy was a well-built muscle stud sporting a nice wedge shaped seven inch cock, the forty-something guy standing next to Dean was a tall Skelton-like man with a thick nine inch long cock. The other two sixty-something men were heavy set bearded bears sporting a couple of very thick six and half and seven inch cocks. Jack was a forty-five year old poz top, who had stopped taking meds a few years back, was leering and drooling at the prospect of pumping his death seed into Adam. His twink ex-boyfriend had cheated on him with another guy more than ten years before and ended up infected him with the virus as a result. He did the whole meds thing for a while, but finally in the end said fuck it. He decided he would share the gift his ex-boyfriend had given him with as many twink boys as he could. His big nine inch death stix usually tempted many drunk, stoned or tweaking fools into letting him breed their asses with his death seed. “These guys enjoyed the show slut and want to take a ride in that hot pussy you have there. I know you’d like that wouldn’t you? Filling that sweet lil’ twat of yours with their charged loads, right cunt?” Dean said as he slid his cock in and out a couple more times the now tweaking cum dump he had just created. This caused Adam to moan before pulling it completely out leaving the eighteen year old wanting more cocks in his now gaping hole. “FUCK YES!!!! I NEED MORE COCK!!!! Breed me!!!!” Adam begged as his ass told him it desperately needed more cock. He couldn’t understand what was coming over him. He had never been this horny in his life. He had to get as much cock in his ass as possible. Dean grabbed something from his small black bag before returning to Adam with a bottle of water. In the meantime Jack climbed on the bed and positioned himself between Adam’s legs. He waited patiently teasing Adam’s still slightly open fuck hole that had started to ooze out some of Dean’s toxic load. Dean offered the now uninhibited twink two Viagra and “X” tablet along with a bottle of water. Dean sprayed some more Maximum Impact on his jock and dropped it back on the boy’s nose and mouth. “Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.”

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