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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

SO.. i went on a hooliday... it was just party and sex but it was awesome. Even though I went alone, I knew many people that were in the same places that I was, so I knew guys from other parties and a few fuckbuds were there as well.. I was talking to one of my fuckbuddies and he introduced me to some of his friends. Just some smalltalk with people, nothing serious.. Kinda boring, but hey... One of the guys whispered in my eart that one guy I was talking to did some porn and he has a 10 inch dick... Nothing was boring anymore.. I am even a bigger sizequeen than I thought... So I start talking to this guy, he is not really my type... a bit older... somehwere in his 50's, late 50's, white, but I really liked his small and the dick soundeed inteesting enough... SO.. after a while we went to his cabin, the fuckbud, the pornstar and me.. we started playing a bit, i started sucking my FB and the pornstar undid his pants.... damn... that dick looked YUMMY... I started sucking him and the FB started taping (i need to upload it on Xtube, but eh... my face is very very much visible so will edit some things out) . My FB started to get really turned on and became kinda dominant (*will tell about that some other time.. Him and I did some interesting stuff). He urged the pornstar to fuck me.. So i went all doggystyle, the FB suckeed the pornstars dick and then put it iin my ass.. of course it was raw.. everybody is fucking raw these days.. hehehe.... I was so open... the dick didnt hurt at all... Mister pornstar then took my phone and started recording how he fucked me (but videos are too smal to upload on xtub. seriously, I need help). His dick was amazing It was one of the biggest I took and I had my shaer of 10-inchers.. het went on and on... All the whil my FB was getting more and more dominant, fucking my throat, slapping my face.. THis turned the pornstar on and he shot a big load in my ass... it was sooo good.. the FB started felching then... he loved the taste of the pornstars cum... We kissed a bit (so rominatic) before we headed back to the party... DAmn.. that was an amazing fuck, only my second one in my holiday (first one was the FB, moments before this fuck) I did see the pornstar a lot iduring my holiday, unfortunately, we couldnt fuck anymore.... However.. I will see if I can upload the fun.. It was amazing!

Same. Started having those thoughts after using T for the first time. Only gets stronger and stronger.

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.

Deep inside for me. What's the point of being a bareback bottom if you're not going to take the load? While the physical sensation of him cumming in me varies with each top, it is that psychological high that I crave. Agree that it is the most intimate act that two or more men can share together. I get off on the total mind fuck of giving up my ass to another man and taking his load deep inside me and have the best orgasms when my ass if full of raw cock and cum.

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

Fucking hot. Reminds me of the times I got fucked in the park on afternoons knowing people were walking by just a few metres away (I could see them through the trees) and trying to keep quiet while being pounded ;-) Damn...I miss that park and the cruising there, also at night when it was just guys walking around looking for sex.

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.

ST. AUGUSTINE - Finally got to breed fuckboy407 from BBRT last night. Cute slim tall mother fucking twink.... great jockstrapped ass. Came to my hotel (Thank you for that) and bent right over. Hit the poppers and took my raw cock. We didn't video this time but hopefully tonight I can get up to Jacksonville and fill him again and video it. Happy Breeding, guys!

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.

Part 4 Clay walked through the front door of the building. Pulse racing and his leg muscles were shaking. " what the hell am I doing here?" he asked himself. It had been a long time since he had felt nervous about a random hook up, and his usual confidence was clearly shaken. " what if I don't like it?" His mind was swimming with nervousness, " you can always leave if you're not into it, besides...what if you like it?" This thought seemed to bring Clay some reassurance, so he began his climb up the stairs. When he reached the top his eyes darted from door to door until he found the number he was looking for. He tried to swallow and knocked twice. Twenty seconds later Clay heard the shift of a deadbolt and the doorknob turned. The door opened partially and a shadowed face appeared, as a calm masculine voice said "come on in". Clay stepped into the hall of the apartment as he heard the door close and lock behind him. He turned to face the Man at his back and instantly felt at ease. The guy was definitely the same as his picture. Late 40s, shaved head, and a little bit of scruff on his face. He was good-looking, but in an average Joe kind of way. His bod was a fit dad build with trimmed chest hair visible under his black tank top. Strong legs dusted with hair met at his crotch where his black jock strap concealed a very meaty looking bulge. "Woof" thought Clay to himself as he noticed the scent of sweaty Man, and something acrid he didn't recognize in the air. "I've got some porn on in the living room, feel free to take some layers off and make yourself comfy on the couch. I'm going to get us some water, your going to want to stay hydrated." Clay was surprised by how calm the guy spoke and realized how much it seemed to calm his nerves. " yeah whenever I roll on E, my friends are always pushing bottles of water in my face" he said, trying to sound sound like a confident party boy. "Are you from New York?" the man asked paying no mind to Clay's comment as he poured cold water from the fridge. Clay began to remove his shoes and replied " well, I'm originally from the Midwest. But I moved to New York about 6 years ago so I'm almost official." and gave a slight laugh as he removed his socks and began unbuttoning his jeans. He was feeling more at ease. "I'm a transplant too" the Man said "but I've lived here for about 20 years. I'm Pete by the way." "Nice to meet you Pete, I'm Clay." Clay was surprised he revealed his real name to this guy. Normally there wasn't much conversation at all when he met up with a trick, but talking seemed to help him feel a little safer, almost trusting. He stepped out of his jeans and stood there in his black Calvin Klein briefs, black tee, and green ball cap. Pete walked over and eyed Clay up and down with devilish smirk and said "Well Clay, why don't we head over to the couch and get you fucked up...midwestern boy." With that he grinned, handed Clay a glass of water and gave his ass a firm squeeze and led the way to the couch. They sat down and Clay looked at the porn playing on the laptop. He instantly recognized the hungry bottom star from Treasure Island Media, as he had beat off to this video many times online. His eyes looked around the rest of the small one bedroom apartment but had trouble making anything out as it was dark. He then looked to his right at Pete who was staring back with that same devilish grin. "You are way fucking cuter than your pictures kid." Clay muttered a thank you and realized he was starting to get nervous again almost like nearing the top of a roller coaster. He caught another intoxicating whiff of Man sweat and felt his dick begin to fatten in his briefs. Pete then leaned down and pulled a plate out from under the coffee table and set it on top. On the plate Clay observed some kind of lighter, a small baggie with some big white shards, and a wet folded paper towel. Sitting on top of the towel was a thin glass pipe with a large bubble on one end. The pipe was clean and looked to Clay like a piece of a chemistry set. Pete grabbed the baggie and pipe, looked at Clay and asked "are you nervous?" Clay stammered and lied "no not really ". Pete smiled again and said "Good, Tina is a lot of fun, just don't let it run your life". Clay nodded as if this made perfect sense. "I want you to watch little boy as I take a few of these shards and put them through the opening of this bowl." They made a small satisfying clink as they landed inside the bubble. "Next I want you to hold the tip of this pipe in your mouth." Pete handed the pipe to Clay who was trying to keep his hand from noticeably trembling. A cautionary thought came to his mind "You're playing with fire here Clay..." But Clay looked into the smiling yet devious eyes of Man next to him, and felt his now hard dick ooze precum through his briefs. "Well then, let's play with a little fire." Grinning a fiendish grin in his mind he lifted the pipe to his lips awaiting further instructions. Pete said, "now I'm gonna light this torch under the bowl and the crystals are gonna start to melt. When that happens, gently roll the bowl between your thumb and fore finger from side to side." Clay was eager for every word, missing nothing. "Then, white smoke is gonna start to circle around inside, and when I tell you, slowly start to suck, inhaling steadily." Clay was breathing heavy now, focused and ready to party for the first time. Pete grinned "here we go kid, get ready to suck" and he gave Clay a wink. The torch ignited with a powerful hiss and began to heat up the bowl and its contents. Sure enough a small puddle began to form and Clay got the nod to begin rolling the pipe side to side. Then came wisps of smoke, circling inside and getting thick like a dense white cloud. When the smoke started to escape the top of the bubble Pete flashed a pleased smile and said "ok little boy, time for you to suck, slow and steady." And Clay took his first hit of T, drawing slowly and deeply and keeping eye contact with this sexy Man who wanted him to suck. "When you can't take any more in, I want you to hold your breath for a few seconds, and then blow it all out." Clay, having reached his lung capacity, took the pipe from his mouth, held his breath for a few seconds and then exhaled. Out came a weak streak of smoke. Pete laughed as Clay looked slightly confused and disappointed with his results. "It usually takes a few tries to get it right boy. Don't worry, we've got plenty of Tina and all night to practice." Clay's dick pulsed again at being called boy and realized that Pete was hungrily staring at the growing wet spot forming in his briefs. "Let's try again, and this time empty your lungs first so you can get a big hit from this pipe. And remember, I want you to suck on it slow and steady." Clay exhaled as much as he could and again put his lips around the glass pipe. The torch hissed powerfully under the bowl, and again a puddle began to form. When the smoke began to exit the top of the pipe, Pete nodded that he should begin sucking. Slowly Clay began to suck and it felt warmer this time. He was encouraged as Pete began rubbing his own dick through his jock and said "that's it suck it little boy, make me proud " he sounded like a pleased father. Clay took longer this time and when he reached lung capacity, held his breath for five seconds. When he exhaled, A beautiful white silky cloud escaped his pursed lips and filled the space between them. It was beautiful and Clay felt somehow proud of this accomplishment. "That was it kid, did you like that?" Clay nodded a big yes, but stated that he wasn't sure he felt anything yet. Pete smiled and said "well i definitely want to get you fucked up kid so let's get you three more big hits to start with and then we will see how you feel". Clay liked the thought that this Man wanted to get him high his first time, and couldn't wait to show his appreciation. The crack and hiss of the torch quickly became a conditioned sound for Clay as he took a second big hit, followed by a third. He loved how big his clouds were getting, and he was starting to feel a lift in his stomach. His body started to buzz and his muscles and skin felt awesome. Pete could see the change beginning to wash over Clay, and he laughed to himself and said "Fuck you're hot sucking on that pipe kid, how about this next hit you shotgun into my mouth and we can pass it back and forth". Clay couldn't have asked for anything better at that moment. He waited for the smoke to form, and began taking his longest hit yet. Pete locked eye contact the whole way and lifted his eyebrows when Clay stopped sucking and leaned forward for the shotgun. Feeling better than Clay had ever felt, he hungrily put his lips to Pete's, opened mouth and pushed in the chemical smoke. Small plumes of clouds snuck out between them. Pete groaned and pushed them back into Clay's lungs and penetrated his mouth with his tongue. Clay began to feel high as a motherfucker and sucked on Pete's tongue as they made out, smoke being pushed back and forth til it was gone. Fuck Clay felt good. Pete pulled away just a few inches but kept his eyes focused on Clay's now dialated pupils. He massaged Clay's head and ruffled his hair, which drove him wild. "God Damn you're such a good boy, how do you deal now?" Clay only grinned, his lips and face Excitedly buzzed from the T, reached out and for the first time since he arrived grabbed ahold of the package between Pete's hairy legs. It felt thick, and Pete had some big nuts. Clay had never been so hungry to suck a Man's dick in his life. Pete only smiled and said "It looks like you found Daddy's dick, why don't you lay down in my lap, and you can watch me take some big hits while you get Daddy hard." Clay couldn't have been happier to hear those words.

I just ended a 8yr relationship...... I feel OK, it wasn't mine

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... So there I was bearing a tray of MDMA and trussed up better than a leather-freak at Folsom. I looked down at the jutting oak-beam staircase, hearing the throbbing house beats coming from below and thought “better begin my descent…” Right so... Taking it easy, I descended down the steps. Someone was playing some slick R&B and it took me a while to figure out the song just before the chorus struck – “No Diggity!” Ah of course! I was a little annoyed with myself that I didn’t get it quicker, but I was mostly concentrating on getting down the precarious stairs without falling flat on my face… or worse, spilling the drugs. First thing I thought, heading down, was “fuck it’s hot with all this gear on”. The room temperature didn’t help and I guess having a lot of guys fucking in a confined space for the last six hours will heat things up literally. The lighting was also really dim and I could barely see out of the mask. On the last step I tripped and almost dropped all the drugs when I was suddenly grabbed by two stunning black guys. Both were wearing just jockstraps and had dark black skin. The slightly shorter and more muscular one greeted me with a camp raspy cockney accent. “Alright mate, or should I say mister Dealer Dog, I’m Jay, and that’s Karl”. He pointed at the somewhat stoic taller guy. Jay had that classic cockney accent like a black Del-Boy from Only Fools and Horses. “Good thing we caught you innit? Don’t want you messing up all that sweet powder” He rattled on, “anyways we thought we’d come here and see what her Majesty has brought us. After all, we tradesfolk have got to stick together eh?” and with that ran a finger down my chest to my belly-button. Pulling his finger back, he licked it teasingly and asked, “may I?” I nodded and he deftly bent over and snorted a line of MDMA off the tray. He passed the rolled twenty-pound note to Karl who looked back at him for reassurance and then hesitantly ducked down. He raised a manicured eye-brow, both of the guys had artfully maintained facial hair, with Jay sporting a little soulpatch and Karl with a goatee. “Our Karl here, is a bit new to the scene” he said apologetically, “but we’re both not here for our conversation abilities…” at this point he grabbed my hand and slipped it down his own jockstrap. Wow. That was a lot of cock. Still not breaking rhythm, Jay had continued, “…two twelve inch West Indian tops and now with the Cialis from earlier kickin’ in, we’ll be the bulls of the party, so ya better hide your kids and hide your wife…” I chuckled at his joke and was about to ask him about the whole “bull” theme, but Jay had once again picked up his patter. “…Maybe after that we’ll have to have a look at what’s hiding under all that leather darling” He ran his fingers up and down my stomach. I quivered, partly from the attention and partly cause I love a good cockney accent, like how his “darling” sounded to me like “darlink”. He reminded me of this rough east-end couple I spent a weekend with in London somewhere in Brixton. I never knew where exactly – they had a taxi pick me up from London Bridge and drop me off there in a drug haze three days later. They lived in a rough neighbourhood but they were minted. They just were both whorish bottoms who loved their cocaine, and my dick up their ass while they topped eachother. Remembering that sweaty coke-fuelled scene, I made a low throaty growl. He smiled and continued “Well it seems this pup likes his tummy rubbed, but that’s for later. Right now, follow me” Jay quickly linked my arm and motioned me over to the kitchen counter. I could see shapes at the other end of the kitchen – seeing through the mask and the dim lighting was tough, but I thought I could make out two couples fucking. Jay set the tray down on the counter and began nonchalantly scraping an MDMA pile with a butterknife. I looked past him to see that Karl was effectively blocking anyone’s view of Jay’s pilfering, as he scraped up 6 lines worth of powder into a little plastic baggy. He continued, “…y’see, Yours truly has a good relationship with her Highness up there” he nodded back up the staircase, “and while I always have a wonderful time pounding all the ass she offers, it can get a little wearying and I need to stash away all the chemical help I can get.” He nodded toward to the humping shapes in the corner. “Especially when this greedy bunch are done with it…” Opening another baggy (I don’t know to this day where he kept them!), Jay scooped out a bump and snorted it, adding afterward “just a little coke for the road, cause I can bet you, now that she’s sent you down here to the herd”, again he nodded toward the staircase, “she’ll want someone to help her open up that pale-assed rugby player.” I laughed and said my first word to Jay since I met him, which was some achievement as that lad was in full coked-up babble-mode. “Hugo?” Jay turned to me and laughed, “sweetheart, when your host has a fetish, no, no, a life-calling, to see Big…(he took a breath for effect – Jay was nothing if not dramatic), Black…. (another dramatic pause) Cock… disappear into pale Irish-boys’ asses, all while she’s spun high on all the letters of the alphabet. Well lets just say, I don’t have to worry about competition from some dildo! I mean why else would he fly us over here for every party.” I nodded, it was pretty much the only reaction I could give in the dog mask. “…although I may need to worry about competition from you”, he continued, stepping close to rub my leather encased cock. With Jay’s attention, and also with the healthy dose of Caverject, my meat sprang to life and strained against the jock. I groaned as Jay’s quick hands unbuttoned the leather jock-covering and let me free. Jay motioned Karl to stand in from of both of us and then whispered in Karl’s ear. He duly got to his knees and fished out Jay’s cock to position it semi-hard beside mine. Wordlessly he started jacking us both. I looked down at my pale pink-headed glistening cock with Karl’s mahogany fingers working me up and down, and I started to see the appeal of Simon’s fetish. From a pure aesthetic point of view, the contrast of pale white (and they don’t get much paler than Northern Irish lads) and the deep black of these two lads, was something elegant and yet lustful. The kinda thing you’d see for sale as a coffee-table book in the gay section in Waterstones bookshop with some poncy title like “Ebony and Ivory by Richard Mapplethorpe” – C’mon lads, we all know it’s fucking porn, don’t pretend it’s art! The contrast between Jay’s and my cock grew (literally as well as figuratively) as Karl jacked us to hardness. Now I could see he wasn’t exaggerating and had at least two inches on me. Pushing us both together with our backs against the kitchen counter, Karl struggled to fit us both into his mouth. Now that was fucking hot. I looked down at my white cock by Jay’s thick black meat –his was hardening up to be also about an inch wider in girth – and as I’ve mentioned before, I’m very girthy. Poor Karl only managed to fit about the top third of our cocks into his mouth. I ran my finger down along his goatee and tried to stick my thumb in beside my cock – I couldn’t – his lips were stretched completely taut around the both of us. I turned to face Jay. “Well Jay?” “I think that’s at least ten inches, and I think we’re going to have to teach Karl a lesson in deep throating. Wanna go first Mister Dog Man?” As he said that the MDMA was enhancing every movement Karl made with my cock. I couldn’t remember it ever being so sensitive. Jay was following an easy cock-pumping rhythm with Karl’s mouth, in counterpoint to my own. The tightness, and Karl’s tongue trying to rub under first my cockhead and then Jay’s. It was all a stimulus overload. Jay asked again “do you want to go first?” I replied, “kiss me and I’ll do whatever you say…” and with that I pulled the dog mask up till the snout was covering my eyes and freeing up my mouth. Jay smiled and leaned into me… Total stimulus overload… Oh fuck! Jay’s pillowy black lips and tongue began invading my mouth. I was sweating profusely under the chaps and mask, and it felt like the sweat was joining the MDMA and I was awash with some sort of joy liquid that was seeping out of my every pore. Running his fingers across my chest, running the sweat droplets on my chest into little rivulets, it felt like Jay was tracing some pleasure tattoo on my skin, and everywhere he touched, shone. Running his fingers up over the harness and down my back, he worked his way down to the small of my back. There I had laces that Iain had secured to keep my chaps on. Running his index finger across each taut lace like a slow guitar player, Jay teased me with his tongue, swooping in and then feather light. Meanwhile I felt the muffled slurping from Karl below. Fucking heaven! Jays fingers eventually past all the laces and down to my sweaty exposed ass. He pulled back his fingers for a second and then sought out my hole, so I moved my legs further apart to give him access. Oddly his fingers felt already lubed up as he started to work my ring – I guessed it was my sweat. Shortly after that I relaxed and gave him some more access and felt a gritty burning sensation as his fingers worked themselves, one, then two inside. “Hmm…” I pulled back from the kiss and the fingerfuck more than a bit quizzical. I wasn’t a fool and knew a booty bump when I felt it. Which admittedly was only the second times I’d done one. “What the fuck was on your fingers Jay?” He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “How about you guess Dog Boy?” “Well I’m not here to be fucked” I remonstrated gently but firmly, “so let’s give Karl more attention here” and with that I pulled the dog mask back down. Turning back to the younger of the two, I pushed my cock forcefully to the back of his mouth, dislodging Jay. It was more than a little bit on-purpose, cause while I was all for chemmed-up fun, it needed to be on my terms. I needed to know what I was putting in my body, and I needed to make that informed choice. Below Karl gagged but then managed to keep me in. I smiled at him encouragingly. I was getting a bit more of my cock into his throat with each thrust. Karl definitely knew what he was putting in his body, which I hoped would progress to being all ten inches of me, very soon. As I refocussed on Karl, Jay whispered into my ear “sorry Dog Man, I didn’t mean to be rude, let me repair the situation” and with that he ducked down to the floor. Next thing I know, while I’m really properly starting to test Karl’s gag reflexes (short answer – pretty decent control for a kid his age – I later found out he was just 19 and straight seemingly???), I feel a rasping tongue at my crack. Jay was down there to eat out all of what he bumped into me. Fucking awesome sauce!! With the MDMA I could already feel every lap of Jay’s tongue as he pulled my ass-cheeks apart and dove deep. Legs splayed and propped between two hot black guys licking and sucking from both ends, I was in heaven. My ass was starting to feel tingly and warm from Jay and whatever he was now trying to lap out of it. I could do this all night… Beep beep. Next thing we all heard, was a beeping intercom noise and Simon’s disembodied voice requesting “Jay and Karl, please report to the master bedroom” The boys disengaged. Jay looks up at me with a wet smile, “Tubi Kunhinew Igess?” I looked at him quizzically, “what?” He swallowed and tried to be clearer, “tu be conthinued, I guess. Thuck! That cuk’s making ny tung numg” I laughed at him and helped him and Karl stand up. I said “I should probably deliver this MDMA anyways” as I waved them off and turned back to the tray. Looking at the forms at the end of the kitchen I could make out two couples both in end-game fucking. They seemed fairly preoccupied, so I decided to turn toward the living room area instead and see who I could meet. Holding the tray in front of me (almost like a shield between me and the room) I saw four guys on a couch and two others were further over behind the bookcase. Oh nice one! I immediately noticed some familiar faces from the bar. On the couch looking from left to right, it was none other than Sven the Nordic barman was being blown by the hot Germanic lad from the bar, who was on all fours stretched across a guy I couldn’t see but who had a beautiful 8 inch cock with blond pubes, and to his right was a fourth young looking brunette guy who was rimming the German. Blond pubes was hidden cause he was on the other side of the Teutonic stallion giving him head and so his lower half was scooted out more on the ground, long legs splayed, cock on display. Did I mentions that his cock was beautiful. It was so reassuringly heavy looking, semi-hard and shiny, and reminded me of Jeff Palmer’s monster-cock. It also looked recently sucked by the way it glistened. I licked my lips under my mask. I was gonna enjoy getting to know everyone here. Then I looked back over to the fourth guy. He looked pretty familiar too. Was he also with Simon in the bar earlier? I stopped walking. Fuck! Fuuuuuck! That was Kurk McCaimble! Fucking KURK MCCAIMBLE!!!! The young lad who had been the centre of a media storm surrounding religious bigot politicians and a real-life Mrs Robinson! Licking some hot smooth skinned German’s ass. Fuck fuck fuck!! No wonder Simon was wondering about my loyalty. That guy was a prize scoop for any journo to do a feature on. I’d already written a few. Oh… Maybe that’s what Simon was referring to when he talked about my hack-pieces. I realised the guys were all looking at me, and cleared my throat. “Hi guys - anyone interested in a line or two of MDMA?” Sven looked over at me and said “Hey lads, the dealer dog is here! Here boy! C’mere boy!” and patted his knee. Oh boy. This was gonna be a tough night.

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...."

I didn't see Mitch at all the next day, until dinner, which was fine by me because even though he left that note, I was still nervous at the thought of being confronted by him. I had just sat down at the dinner table when he strolled into the dining room. He had just gotten back from practice and looked sweaty. He must not have showered afterward. He was wearing a muscle shirt that was split down the sides all the way to his waist, showing off not only those perfect arms, but his ribcage and tapered waist. His basketball shorts hugged his perfect globe ass, clinging to the mounds almost like a second skin, revealing the cleft between his cheeks that had soaked up some of his sweat. The piece de resistance was the flip-flops on his feet, displaying those glorious size 13's. He couldn't have looked hotter if he was buck naked. He casually winked at me as he gave his balls a little scratch on his way into the kitchen to get his dinner. My heart skipped a beat. Returning with a plate mounded with food, he sat directly opposite of me. I got a big whiff of his musky scent as he reached for the salt and pepper. My mouth kind of went dry and I gulped down some water, trying not to look directly at his divine awesomness. The guys were all talking about the toga party, who fucked who, who struck out, which bitches were the sluttiest, the usual guy talk. I had just taken a big mouthful of food when suddenly I felt a foot right on my crotch. I choked from shock and spit my food onto my plate. "You ok man?" Mitch asked, looking right at me. "Yea, yea." I sputtered, grabbing my water. I just swallowed wrong. "Well lets hope you don't swallow wrong again." he said as he ground his toes into my cock. "We wouldn't want you...choking." I flushed bright red as he removed his foot from my groin. God Damn he was going to fuck with my head! I guess that's payback for me fucking him. I looked at my brothers to see if anyone had noticed, but they were oblivious. Thank God. I just quickly finished my dinner and left the table, heading out to the library. I was sitting in a cubicle, immersed in my biology text book when someone sat in the one next to me. Glancing down I recognized Mitch's feet and my heart lept into my throat. "Hey buddy," he said as he reached across my cubicle for my backpack on the shelf. His arm pit was inches from my face, and he moved extra slow, making sure I got a good, long sniff. "You got an extra highliter in there? I seem to have forgotten one." He settled back into his seat and started studying. I was done. There was NO way I could concentrate for one second on my textbook with my sweaty Nordic god sitting next to me. I just stared blankly at the pages. I should have just left, but I was caught in his mesmerising web. Every few minutes he would stretch his arms, giving me a new, fresh whiff of his pits. After an hour I could take no more. "Well I'm done for the night." I said, packing up my stuff. "See you back at the house." "Oh you will." he said as I walked away. Thank God he couldn't see the erection I was getting. Back at the house I tried to watch some t.v. to clear my mind. But all I could see was Mitch. After a while he came back and went up to his room. After a while, I went up to my own room and went to bed. I took out Mitch's jockstrap. It was still moist from the load I had added to it last night. I held it over my nose and breathed deep while I jerked my cock to an explosive orgasm. I drifted off to sleep still holding my prized possession. I was startled out of my sleep by a hand across my mouth and a large body on top of mine. "Shhhhhh......it's Ok Cole. Its just me." Mitch whispered in my ear. "Don't wake the guys up!" "What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered back. "I think you know! I'm getting payback for last night!" That's when I realized we both were naked, and I didn't care. Whatever my God wanted, he'd get. "Get down there and suck my cock!" I didn't have to be told twice! He was already hard and I had to spread my mouth wide to take his monster in me. And he wasn't being gentle. He forced it down into my throat, gagging me. Past my tonsils he pushed it while I choked and sputtered. "Take it fucker! Choke on it bitch! You took what you wanted last night, tonight it's my turn!" He pushed the back of my head down as hard as he could until my nose was buried in his pubes. I couldn't breath as he stayed buried to the hilt. Finally when I thought I would pass out, he let me up for air. I gulped and gasped before he forced his huge cock back down my throat. He kept that up, waiting till I ran out of air, then letting me breath, then burying his dick deep in my throat. "Fuck yea faggot. This is want you want isn't it? You want my cock choking you! Well take it bitch!" He was right. This WAS what I wanted! I didn't care how, I was taking his magnificent cock. I knew at that moment I would do ANYTHING for him. He started fucking my throat faster and I knew he was close. "Oh fuck dude......I'm gonna fucking cum! Take it bitch. Fuckin swallow it!" He pumped a big load down my throat and I swallowed it down as the golden nector it was. He didn't pull out until he had squirted every last drop. "Fuck man.....that was good. You suck a good cock! You must have had practice." He said collapsing on the bed. "Don't think were done bitch, that was just the first one!" He grabbed my head and shoved it into his pit. I didn't need to be told what to do. I started rutting like a pig, sniffing and licking his stench, and loving it. He moved me to his other pit which I cleaned with just as much vigor. If he thought he was trying to humiliate me, well he just didn t get my level of admiration for him. I was now his bitch whenever he wanted it. Pulling me out of his pit, he moved his body so his ass was over my face. He planted his sweaty, hairy crack on my nose and I went bat shit crazy! I feasted on his funk like a starving Ethiopian! I licked, I smelled, I sucked every inch of his sweaty jock ass. His asshole was the best part, all moist and dank. I felt a tinge of sadness when he finally pulled off. I could have died happy there. Without a word, he just pushed my knees to my chest and spit on my hole a few times. Then he lined up his cock and slowly pushed it in me. Oh God it hurt so had! But I didn't want him to stop. If this is what he wanted, I would give it to him. He covered my mouth with his hand to silence any sounds I made, and pushed his cock in me balls deep. I was breathing fast and shallow as I tried to relax my ass. He gave me a minute to adjust, then started to fuck me. "Oh fuck!" He exclaimed. "This is WAY better than a pussy! So tight! Fuck yea! Squeeze my cock bitch!" I felt so proud that I was pleasing him that I milked his cock as hard as I could, despite any pain I felt as his fat 9 inches plundered my hole. He fucked me non stop for 20 minutes. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him, never wanting to let him go. "Here it comes bitch!" He finally said. "Take my cum. I know it's what you want! Take it all you faggot!" He went ridged as he buried himself as deep as he could. I could feel his cock pulse deep in me as he shot spurt after spurt of his hot cum deep in my bowels. Then he surprised me by grabbing my own rock hard cock and jerking it. "Cum for me baby." he said almost tenderly. "Chm for the quarterback. Do it!" I shot a huge load all over our chests and his hand. When I had finished he fed me my cum, cleaning it all off of us. Then he surprised me again and planted his lips on mine and tongued my mouth as he pulled his spent cock out of my ass. "Damn that was good." he said as he pulled his shorts on. "See you tomorrow night, bitch." he grinned as he left my room. I just drifted off to sleep.....contented.

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My eyes were bulging, not just from the potent hot rail I had just snorted, but also from staring at this guy’s super thick cock, and wondering if I’d be able to handle that monster fucking my hole. He must have noticed that I was checking out his big cock because he said, “Wait’ll you see it fully hard.” I just said, “Oh, my god !” And, he laughed. “Don’t worry. In a few minutes you’ll be begging for it. By the way,” he said, “My name’s Trex, you know, like, ’T-Rex ?” “Glad to meet you. I’m Daniel.” Trex walked over to the closet, and unlocked two padlocks, then slid open the door. Inside, there were a couple of steel filing cabinets that were placed side by side, both of them padlocked, as well. After unlocking one of them, he slid open the top drawer and took out a bubbler, a torch, and a very large baggie. Damn ! Was that two 8-balls, or three, or more ! He carefully loaded the pipe, then handed the torch, a lighter, and the pipe to me, telling me, “Here. Work on this for a minute while I get some other things ready. We need to get your hole stretched out a little before I go in there.” I flicked the lighter and lit the torch, then placed the lighter on one of the shelves that was conveniently built into the wall, within easy reach from the sling. As I applied the torch to the bowl, I watched the shards quickly melt into a puddle. Then, I pulled the torch away, and rolled the bowl back and forth, letting the liquid Tina coat most of the inside surface of the bowl. All the while, I tried to keep one eye on Trex, curious to see what was going to happen next. I moved the torch under the bowl, and watched the Tina quickly start to swirl as I continuously rolled the bowl back and forth and moved the torch away, then back under it again, while slowly sucking the clouds down into the bong water, then up the short glass rod, and deep into my lungs, before cutting off the torch and blowing out a huge white cloud. Holy fuck ! I could easily tell that there was a world of difference between this high powered Tina and the stuff I was used to doing. Just this one hit (along with the hot rail I had done) had my heart pounding, and I felt like I was ready for anything. While I leaned over and placed the bubbler and the torch onto the shelf, Trex was unlocking another file cabinet drawer. He rummaged around for a minute, then pulled out what looked like an average size black dildo. He also had a bottle of poppers and a bottle of lube. “Let’s get you opened up a little before I fuck you,” he said. Man, that sounded good to me, considering the girth of that BBC that was slapping against his leather chaps with each step he took. What I thought was a dildo, turned out to be an inflatable butt plug, in its deflated state. As Trex gave the rubber bulb numerous squeezes, he informed me that the butt plug was 8” long by 6” around, and that it would inflate to a maximum of 9” long and 10” around. He must have seen the doubtful look on my face as I stared at the butt plug, which was now fully inflated. “Calm down,” he said. “We won’t be going that big………….unless you want to.” With that, he hit the release valve, and the butt plug quickly returned to its original size. “Okay, Danny boy; let’s try this out,” Trex said. “But, first, let’s get you flying a little higher.” He fired up the torch and handed it to me, along with the bubbler. In just a few seconds, Trex had the butt plug lubed up, and he was working two, then three, lubed fingers in and out of my hole. When he nodded his head, I started sucking the potent clouds into my lungs, as the bong bubbled wildly. At the exact same moment that I blew out a huge cloud, Trex steadily shoved the 8 by 6 butt plug all the way into my hole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was all I could say, as the Tina rushed into my brain, and my hole spasmed, from the incredible sensation of the butt plug that Trex had just jammed into me. “Just go with it,” he told me. I closed my eyes, and repeatedly let my head loll over to one side, then back again. When I opened my eyes, Trex had a big grin on his face. “Good boy,” he said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I kept moaning, as I flew ever higher. Handing the bottle of poppers to me, Trex told me to take a couple of big hits. After the first hit, I could hear a whoosh, whooshing sound, and realized that he had started squeezing the rubber bulb, inflating the butt plug that was already filling my hole. In my ears, I could feel my heart beating even more rapidly , and my chest and head flushed, feeling the hit of poppers making my head swim. “Again,” he said. “Take another hit. That’s it. Good boy.” Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

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.

Meeting Daddy I have always found myself attracted to the older man/daddy type of guy, I've never hooked up with anyone younger or the same age as me. I know what I wanted, and that was not some boy. I wanted a daddy an older man with experience to hold me in his big arms at night, with our naked bodies and the blankets keeping us warm at night. To show me the relationship between a man and his boy. I am 21 years old, 193cm, 92kgs. (6ft 4" and weigh 202lbs, for those who don't know convention). I guess you can say I am slim/toned build, I play beach volleyball, and I got to the gym every now and then. Blond hair, blue eyes. I'm Half Aussie half welsh.but many people ask me if I'm Scandinavian, I wish I was! As I lay there on my side slowly breathing, I feel a firm but hairy, hot chest, and his heart pounding like he's cock was just moments ago, resting against my back, keeping me warm.As I lay there cuddling his big forearms close to my chest, like his arms were a teddy bear. As I lay there thinking about our hot fuck, I hear a faint snore. Daddy has drifted off to sleep, I don't blame him. It was 2:30am we both have been drinking and he fucked me for a good hour or so. Daddies cock was still semi hard pressing against my ass, daddy was always the big spoon and he liked me on my side. Easy to slide in if I fall asleep and daddy needs to get a load off. Although I always wake up, as soon as daddies head popped in my ass. Daddy had a nice rugby player build and a nice big thick cock to match it. Daddy had a hairy chest, then a little trail from his chest to his belly button, then to he's cock and legs, daddy was 195cm and 99kgs, (6ft 5" weigh 220lbs) he had the most beautiful hazel and green eyes, thick light brown hair, he could pick me up and throw me anywhere he wanted, he sometimes throw me on the bed, which always turned me on!! While daddy was asleep and I was hugging his arms into my chest, I thought how this all came about. I was on Grindr a while back, checking my messages seeing who's new and whatnot. And this guy messaged me, back and fourth. He was 28 brown hair, his profile picture was of him hugging another guy on a cruise ship. It was cute, so we chatted for a while. But one night after I came home from work it was like midnight, I hoped on Grindr to see who was on. And the guy I was Chatting too messaged me, he had been drinking and had troubles with his boyfriend. So me being the caring person I am I asked him where he was, because I wanted to make sure he was safe. He kept replying back he needed space he needed to get away, so I suggested we go for a walk and I can listen to him or I can distract him. I quickly ate something and headed to the meeting point, I was nervous meeting this guy, because we only chatted for about 2 weeks. But I look in the dark distance and there I see this guy, I thought to myself I hope it's him, because he was hot as fuck. As he came closer I could see him clearly and Boy was he hot!!! I got so excited, I had to bite my hand to calm myself down. So we did the walk and the talk all the way down to the beach, not knowing about he's real age at this point, because he never told me I just thought he was 28. So listening to his problems I hoped he would leave his boyfriend for me. (Horrible I know) We were walking along the beach it was a beautiful nigh, warm summer night, full moon, and the waves crashing on the sand. We held hands, and we stopped. He stopped, faced me, he put his left hand on my face rubbing his thumb across my check. He went in to give me a gentle kiss on the lips. I closed my eyes and gave in to his sweet lips, I held his face and returned the kiss, I felt a hand cup the slowly growing penis that was starting to show through the my pants, he slowly rubbed my shaft through my pants, we were still kissing at this point. Then I thought I should return the favour, I put my hand in his pants and boy was I shocked!!! He was semi hard but he had a thick cut cock, I slowly stroked his cock. I felt his cock grow every time I I stroked it, his cock was standing at full attention, I had to use two hands to get a good firm grip on his cock. The guy grabbed my head and pushed my head down to his cock, and told me to open my mouth. I start to work on his cock, but his phone rings, he told me he had to leave, so he fixed himself up, came up behind me, gave me a hug kissed my on the neck and whispered in my ear. As he walked up the ramp to head home, I thought about what he said to me all the way home. "Daddy will be seeing you again"

Part X As he got up then, I could not move at all. I just lay there wondering what the hell I had just done. I had not even thought to ask him his status, and now he has told me he is HIV poz and that his viral load is around 1,000,000. Way the hell high enough to knock me up on one try, I would think. He just stood there staring at me for a bit and then asked "You okay?" I had trouble answering as all I could do was stare at his huge cock which was still quite a ways up, even if it wasn't a full on hard. My mind was racing all over the place, trying to figure out what to do. I had only wanted to see that beauty of a cock, and maybe touch it, but now I was laying there, having not only touched it, but having sucked it and having been fucked by it. OMG was all I could think. Such a magnificent fuck. Way better than any fuck I had had before. And I was fucked by a huge fuckin' poz cock to boot! What the hell was I to do now? Finally I found my voice and asked "Why did you do that to me?" "Well, I've seen you and your boy in the bar several times, and I noticed how you dance, and I sensed you needed for me to fuck you. Well, that plus you have one of the nicest looking asses I've ever seen. From your movements on the dance floor, especially when you rub up against some of the other dancers, teasing the guys and driving them crazy, I just knew you needed some poz cum to set yourself free so you could really have fun." "I don't remember having seen you at the bar," I replied. "Well, I own the place, and often watch the floor through a one-way mirror. I don't go out on the main floor very often. I just like to watch to make sure my guests are having a good time, and that my employees are doing their jobs. When I saw you, I was really tempted to join in, but as it was, I didn't think we'd ever get together - until, that is, I saw you on line. That's when I decided to tease you a bit, tempting your inner slut to come out, and, if I was successful, I decided to fuck you and turn you into my poz cumdump." Whatever he thought, I was still, however, freaking out, and I blurted out "But I love my boy! Now what am I going to do?" "Honestly, I just wanted to have sex with you, and so just go on - stay with your boyfriend," he replied. "How the hell am I going to explain to him that I've been pozzed? He'll obviously figure-out I've cheated on him." "Bring your boy up here soon, and start fucking him. I'll take it from there," he suggested. "What do you mean, by saying 'you'll take it from there'" I asked. "I'm betting your boy will bottom for my cock - once he takes a look at me," he replied. I didn't think so, but thought it sweet to watch, especially as I had never seen my boy bottom. Ever. It would definitely be hot.

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.

OMG What Did I Do? Part V I could hardly wait for my boyfriend to get home. That message just got me hotter than hell for some reason, thinking about a guy with a huge cock and he knows us apparently but not anyone we know. For some reason I was now almost panting for some sex. My hole just kept tingling from the thought of someone may have been watching us and thinking we were a very hot couple. Not any time too soon, my boyfriend arrived home and I met him at the door naked and tearing his clothes off. Drug him into the bedroom and on top of me. My mouth dropped onto his cock and sucked like I was sucking for my life and soon had him hard and dripping precum galore. He was busy, too, eating my hole and dipping his tongue in and driving me crazier. Then he pulled away grabbed me and threw me on my back, lifted my legs into the air and rammed his cock in me with only his and my spit on his cock and my hole for lube. I groaned with the pain at first but it did not take long before his thrusts had me in pure heaven. He pounded my hole like there was no tomorrow and then I felt it, his cock expanded and then he growled and rammed his cock as deep as he could and was cumming a river in me. WOW We laid there then as he lowered my legs down and we laid in each others arms for a good hour afterwards. Then we finally got enough energy to get up to go eat supper. During supper I started to open up a little to my boy about my fantasies. I told him I had been looking online at some sites and getting off with my dildoes as we hadn't been doing much, sex wise anyway. I told him I felt guilty doing it but it seemed like it was helping us. I asked if he cared and he told me that it seemed to be working well. He laughed then and said a little fantasy never hurt anybody and to be honest he had thought of a couple of hot guys he had seen when fucking me and loved it that way too. We laughed then, but I could not tell him about this new guy I had seen as I was thinking my thoughts about that and the fact the guy seemed to have spied on us sometime or other was over the line a little. But it was nice to know my boyfriend had a good imagination also. We watched TV naked in bed after supper wrapped in each other's arms till we fell asleep. After our talk the next two or three days went by quickly although our schedules prevented us from seeing much of each other again, until bedtime and sleep came easy then from a lot of work. I was pretty satisfied for the time being. Being the little cum slut I was, though, it did not last and I found myself, on the 4th day after our talk, turning the computer on and looking to see who was on that I could have a hot talk with and pound my insatiable hole with a dildo with. A couple of sites had, basically, nothing on and turned to my main one then to see what could happen. There were two or three messages there from guys I had played with before but they were not quite what I wanted and then saw a message from THE guy. I opened it and he was writing me to tell me how nice the trails were at the park the last couple of days. He went on to say that he thought sure he would see me walking or maybe sitting around trying to get a look at his cock. He had included a pic this time, but it was just the tip of his cock with a large drop of precum oozing out of the hole in it. It really did look huge, but again he was not online. I just stared at the tip of his cock and without even hardly knowing what I was doing my hand had grasped my dildo and was lining it up with my hole as I looked. I came out of it a little as it dawned on me that I had my dildo halfway in me already while thinking about a huge 11" cock in me. WOW I was almost ready to cum just thinking about it. I decided that I just had to see that for real and then I could forget about it finally. I made plans to take the next day off of work and head for the park and find a place to hide so I could watch the main trail and get a look at him if he came by. I prepared a snack to take along as I decided I was going to be there all day if it took that long. I also packed my largest dildo and lube as I just knew if I did get to see him I would have to ram it in me to get off for sure. I called work the next morning as soon as my boy left and told them I was not feeling all that good but put me down for PTO instead of sick leave as I was sure I would be back the next day and I wasn't going to the doctor. With my hard work they didn't bat an eye but just said to hurry back in. I then dressed in a tshirt and shorts with a jockstrap and headed for the park.

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...

The best place for what you want is a bathhouse, sex club or sex party. Trying to arrange a gang bang on your own rarely works out. How does it feel to be fucked by multiple guys...generally pretty fuckin' good. You may not make it past two or three guys the first few times, however, once you know how to open up, you'll be able to handle more guys. I like poppers as I become a total slut using them. Also if the first couple guys drop their load in your hole, it will be easier to take more cock as their cum becomes lube.

Checking out the London Vault at lunch time, when you really have to come-and-go, no time to mess around, I got incredibly lucky yesterday: I walked into a cubicle and there was a hot guy next door, his cock already shoved through the hole, so I backed onto him raw. Within five minutes he was thrusting hard up into my arse and I was gripping onto him for all I was worth. He stopped, buried his cock deep in me and just held it there for a moment or two, then pulled out and left. I put my finger up my chute then stuck it in my mouth: yep, a hot fresh load up there and all within ten minutes. Result! I walked around for another five minutes trying to work out whether to stay or quite while ahead, and ended up checking out the glory holes again (once a slut, always a slut). Lucky me, there was a tight young butt wedged up against one of the holes just waiting for action. Now I know this guy - he looks like a young builder, blonde, comes in in a dirty tracksuit & baseball cap, drops his pants, bends over, takes all the raw cock he can get, and he's gone within an hour. I have bred him so many times I don't usually find it a turn-on anymore but, I thought, hell, why not? I saw that someone had come on the floor of my cubicle so whilst eating his arse I reached down, scooped up the leftovers, smeared it on my cock, then stood up and shoved it up his chute. I reached around with my other hand and, whilst fingering the cumload up inside my own arse, I pumped a hot load into the young builder boy. Unbelievably hot. Had to then sit through afternoon meetings back at the office with a skanky, cum-smeared ass and sticky underpants but could not have cared less; I couldn't concentrate on the budget forecasting for 2014 but what's that compared to a buttload of hot cum?