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The end of the story: Chapter 3. After So I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but enjoyed the feeling. I had slept late, but the house was silent. It turns out the family was at church. I was glad they didn’t wake me up. I got up and headed to the bathroom and got ready for a much needed shower. That’s when I noticed the marks on my ass. Looking in the mirror I counted seven hash marks like someone had been keeping score. I then remembered they had been using a marker on me- each guy who fucked me had left a mark. I also finally realized my hole was leaking. What the hell? I went back to the bedroom and looked at the sheets. There was definitely a stain where I had been sleeping. I bent down to look closer and smelled the familiar scent of cum. Those guys had been fucking me bare! I was stunned. But somehow I was also turned on. After all, I had been fantasizing about taking raw cock for a while now. But I had always thought that if I actually took that plunge it would be a much more gradual thing, and that I would have some control over it. I grabbed the sheets off the bed and hurried back to the bathroom for a shower. I tried to wash off the marks on my ass, but they didn’t come off. The cum washed off, though. I quickly got dressed and started a load of laundry with those sheets. I was dressed and folding the laundry when my family finally got home after church and lunch. My mind was racing- do I contact the guy who took me home- the guy I had thought of as Sir? Could I find his place again? What would I say to him? I don’t know why, but I had an impulse to take a picture of my ass. I had to leave the next day to start my trip back home, so packing and visiting with family distracted me. I ended up leaving the next morning without really thinking about it again. It was mostly easy to put it all out of my mind. Work got very busy, one friend was going through a crappy break-up, another friend ended up in the hospital from a car accident, life generally got in the way. But sometimes at night the dungeon and all those men I never even really saw came back to mind. Why had I been so careless and stupid? Why was I getting hard when I remembered what happened even though I felt angry and scared at the same time? Other times I just refused to think about it. But after a while it hit me. I got sick. Not horribly sick, more like the flu. And then I remembered reading about “fuck flu” being a sign of being positive. Damn. So I got tested. Sure enough the result came back positive. I went through every emotion about it you can imagine before coming to terms with it. As time passed I could look back and see what had happened. I was sure the man who picked me up at the bar had seen my profiles- all of them most likely. He must have recognized me from the normal ones with my face pics, and also made the connection with the darker, more anonymous ones. He had seen me as a chaser before I had admitted it to myself. I had wanted it, or had at least subconsciously known it would happen if I acted on my fantasies. And it would not have been long before I did in fact act on them. His actions had only brought the inevitable result faster. I ended up hooking up with other poz men. I found a great freedom in barebacking. My status became part of my inner identity and I even felt some pride in it. The marks left by that permanent marker eventually wore off, of course. But I remembered I had taken a picture. I found it on my phone and stared at it for a while. Some of the poz guys I had become buddies with had gotten tattoos that indicated their status- scorpions, biohazard symbols. Those weren’t really for me, but this mark was more personal, and it felt right. I took my picture to a local tattoo artist and those hash marks really did become permanent. Three years later I was back visiting my family again. I went back to that same bar. Was I looking for that guy? Probably. I had changed in many ways. I was positive, but I had not yet gone on any kind of meds. I still felt very healthy, in fact I was more healthy since I had also started working out. I had adopted a more scruffy appearance. I looked and felt like a man, not the 30 year old boy who had been in that bar before. It was leather night at the bar, and I had come wearing boots, cap, and chaps. They had a clothing check, so I decided to take off my jeans and t-shirt and wear just the chaps. I think I looked pretty hot. I looked in the mirror in the restroom and said, “Yeah, I’d fuck me.” That was another change since becoming poz. I was less bottom boy and more versatile man. I left the restroom and that’s when I saw him. He looked the same, even wearing those same sunglasses. He was looking the other way when I walked over to him. I said hi. He turned toward me and nodded in response. “You look really hot,” I said. He smiled and said, “You’re a hot fucker yourself, man. What’s up? Have I seen you here before?” “Maybe,” I said. “So you like what you see?” He chuckled- now I was certain it was him. I would never forget that laugh. “Of course- what’s not to like?” I smiled. “You should see my tattoo,” I said. “Oh yeah?” He took a drink from his beer as I turned around to show him the marks on my ass. He just stared at it, then I saw the light come on in his mind as he figured it out. “Fuck, man, the last time I saw something like that is was from a marker ink, not tattoo ink.” I looked him right in the eye for what seemed like minutes. I could tell his mind was racing. He must have been wondering what I was doing there, why I had showed him my tattoo, was I angry, was I going to start trouble? I admit I enjoyed it. In fact I enjoyed it so much a smile began to break out on my face. “You changed my life,” I said. “You gave me what I wanted before I admitted it to myself.” I stepped up to him and put my arms around him. I felt him sigh as his arms folded around me. We ended up talking most of the night. He told me it had all started with dungeon parties. He and some friends had all tested positive and they had begun to find guys out there chasing the bug. One thing lead to another, and it turned into pozzing parties, always pozzing someone they had identified as a real chaser. I was the second guy they had gangbanged in that way. I was the only one who got the permanent marker. There had only been two others after me, both had actively sought them out. They realized a rumor had spread, and many of the guys had been scared off. He himself had been fully disclosing and only fucking bare with other poz guys. Yes, I did learn his name, and yes I did go back with him to his dungeon where we both got a recharge from each other. His ass was hot and tight and I left the biggest load of my life up in there. I have a new job now back in my home town. I didn’t move back in with my parents, though. I moved in with Sir. Dungeon parties have started back up with some hot bdsm scenes. And I have recently found a few guys online looking for a hot poz couple to breed them. I have shown their profiles to Sir. He chuckled with an evil glint behind those sunglasses. The end

This erotic fiction is a continuation of my story, The Broken Jock, that started in the "General Bareback Sex Stories" section that now, at Part 3, seems to belong in this section instead—for reasons you will soon discover. Check out Parts 1 and 2 to see how far this young, gay, safe-sex only, softball player has fallen. Enjoy. The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo, Part 3 The next Friday afternoon, Hank texted me. Hank: Hey boy, I have plans for that hot little hole of yours tonight. Be at room 228 at the Folsom Motel at 11. It had been almost a week since Hank fucked me last and I was feeling really horny. I had made plans to meet friends at a Castro bar at 8, but I figured I could excuse myself around 10:30 and head to the motel to get another one of Hank's anonymous fucks. I still don't know what he looks like. Me: OK, sir. -- When I got to the motel room door, the hall lights were dimmed by so many fluorescent tubes being out with one or two flickering. I’m in a horror film, I thought to myself with a grin. But since the typical motel had its hallways outside under the lights of the surrounding city, it actually wasn’t as dark or menacing as all that. I knocked on door number 228. “Who’s there?” I heard Hank say. “It’s me. Adam.” I heard lamps being turned off and then the door opened. “Get on the bed face down, boy. Push down your pants, too.” I felt my way to the bed and laid down on my chest while opening the fly to my jeans. Hank closed the door, came up behind me and helped push my pants down. “Nice white jock, boy. You know what gets my dick hard.” He then pushed his soft leather cod piece against my bare ass. “Let’s get this blind fold on you.” My cock was rock hard in anticipation for Hank to plow my hole again. Did he bring more anonymous used condoms like last time? Hank got on top of me and licked the left side of my face in one long upward lick. “Your going to get some more of ol’ Hank’s cock tonight. Plus, I’ve invited a few friends over from that hook up site, BareBackFuckers.” “Yes!” I didn’t use my inside voice. Hank explained more, whispering in my ear. “I found your profile on that safe-sex only site you are still on, and I took a screen shot of it. Then I went to BareBackFuckers and shared that screen shot with some select tops that I want to see get inside you.” Hank shoved his hand under me to feel my dick. He easily felt the precum I was leaking into my jock pouch. “Fuck, boy! Already leaking. I knew you needed some more raw cock in you.” He continued rubbing my cock head through the cloth as he went on. “I told these select men that safe-only ShortStop91 is now taking all loads. There are two men coming here tonight to fuck and load up your hole while you suck my cock. These guys will only have one mission: to breed that nice newbie hole of yours. Then you’ll get fucked by me. Understand?” I nodded. “Yes, sir.” Hank seemed especially intense tonight, but I wanted it, and Hank knew just how to use me. Hank got up and unsnapped the leather cod piece. He walked around to the other side of the bed and I felt the mattress take on his weight in front of my blindfolded face. His cock was rock hard as he rubbed it on my face and in my hair. His P.A. was cool on my lips when he told me to open up. He pushed his cock in forcibly to the back of my throat and he held the back of my head as I squirmed and gagged on the P.A. “Fuck yeah, jock boy. Take my cock in your throat. I know you can take Phil’s cock in there.” I relaxed my throat to help Hank invade, and I breathed through my nose the way Phil always commanded. Hank said he wanted to skull fuck me before the other men got there. I did pretty well, I think. I tried to forget about the scary P.A. in my throat and just focus on Hank’s cock head. About every minute or so, Hank would push all the way in and keep it there while I gagged. As he pulled out I got some air again, recovered, and opened my mouth to let Hank to do it again. “Good boy, Adam. Let me have that mouth and throat!” A knock on the door. “Who’s there?” Hank yelled. “Ahhhh… I think we’re both from the site,” came from a man’s voice from outside the door. “I’m Coach4Jox and this other fella is…” “Pops9in!” the other man’s voice finished. They must have arrived at the same time. "Come on in, guys." The door opened and I heard the men enter. "Turn on that one lamp, too. I’ve got him blindfolded.” I heard the click of the lamp and shortly thereafter felt a hand feel up my naked ass and another hand in my hair. “Shit! It really is you!” said the man near my face. “I’ve been checking you out on the safe-sex hook up site for two years. Your ass looks so good in that softball uniform pic! I’ve messaged you, too. But I figured you didn't answer because I’m a lot older. I see you at the bars sometimes, too. I have fantasized many times about fucking your gorgeous butt, and I have schemed in my head about how I’d pull the damned condom off without you knowing. I can’t believe I get to finally put my cock in that butt of yours—although I have to admit, a good stealth breeding of your jock ass would have been truly amazing.” As the guy near my head was talking, the other guy was already trying to push his cock into my hole. He was about a quarter way in dry. As Pops9In was taking my hole I realized that I recognize the other guy’s handle from the safe-sex site. Coach4Jox was a white-haired man, mid-60s, who was constantly trying to set-up a fuck date with me with messages like: “I have condoms. I would love to shove my daddy cock into that very nice jock butt of yours.” But, I have had lots of men trying to get in my pants who were hotter than Coach4Jox, so I just never really gave him much thought. Hank pushed his cock back into my mouth and announced to the other men that ShortStop91 is going bareback today and that they should "fuck me up.” “As my handle indicates, I’ve got 9 inches of raw cock I’m going to shove up his 'safe-only' butt.” He kept pushing into me. "Fuck, this hole is tight!” "There’s lube next to you on the bed,” Hank offered. “I brought the oil-based stuff this safe-boy has always avoided.” Hank was playing like I was being offered up for barebacking for the first time to these men. Close enough for me. In my head, I was still in the process of being fully used and violated by my Hank. A man who started fucking me into bareback whoredom only two fuck sessions ago. I thought to myself, Pops9in and Coach4Jox will be men #11 and #12 to shoot their loads inside my hole. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped. With a lubed cock, Pops9in entered my hole. “Nice! We have penetration!” Hank said. The man’s large cock filled my rectum as I gripped Hank’s leather-clad thighs. Hank pulled his cock out of my mouth and put an opened poppers bottle under my nose. “Take a good hit, boy.” I took about six hits as the cock inside me pushed in some more. I felt the inner tingle and static from the poppers. “Mmmmm,” I moaned as Hank pushed his P.A. and cock head back into my throat. “He’s lit,” Hank said. “Go ahead and try to fuck him now.” “He’s really tight,” the man said. “Take my cock, son. And no fucking rubbers, safe boy. This is raw cock inside you. This is what taking a man’s cock is supposed to feel like. Damn, I’m all the way in.” The man, Pops9in, bucked so that his cock head nudged the deepest part of my hole. “Oh, yeah. Fuckin’ sweet hole here. Can’t fuckin’ believe my luck today when you messaged me.” He then started fucking in long strokes. Grunting and telling me to take it. Telling me that I loved raw dick now. “And my cock is not pulling out until every one of my fucking sperm is inside your young" —thrust— “jock” —thrust— "butt.” “Do it!” Hank’s cock got extremely hard in my mouth as he watched the man fucking my ass. “Let me see you shove that poz cock up that jock ass. Fuck that neg jock ass.” Was that just hot talk? Did I hear Hank say “poz”, “neg”? It began to sink in how Hank might be violating me tonight. All the years of getting fucked with condoms to avoid HIV infection, and was it true? Was I getting fucked bareback by an HIV positive top? Was it just fantasy talk? Hank held the poppers under my nose again, and I surrendered. “Yeah boy, take another hit. Poz9Inch wants to load up your hole tonight. Take his poz cock and let him load you up.” I realized then I had originally misheard the handle on the man whose huge cock was now pistoning in and out of my hole, a poz cock without a condom. The poppers had taken over my head, so I gave in. Hank put his hard cock back in my mouth and told me to suck on the head. A wave of poppers-induced electricity went right to my groin and asshole. I found myself using my mouth and my ass muscles to milk the two cocks that were inside me. I was going to knowingly have a raw anonymous poz cock unload inside my ass for the first time. Once Poz9In heard his HIV status revealed to me, he started fucking rougher, grunting as he landed his cock head deep in my hole. “Fuckin charge that hole, man,” I heard the Coack4Jox say. “Breed that safe-only ass!” “My pre-cum has been lubing him up for the last 15 minutes, so this neg jock is getting it already. Might as well load ‘em up.” I heard the men wickedly cheer as Poz9in was building up to unload inside me. “Do it, man,” said Hank. “Unload in his hole, he’ll take it. Won’t you, boy.” I nodded. “Fuck yeah, kid. Here is comes.” Poz9in made guttural grunts as his cock shot his warm toxic cum into my rectum. “Yes! There is it boy. All my sperm having a party inside your hole right now. Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Let me fuck that in.” Poz9In fucked me hard for about a minute. His cum was so battered in my hole that I could feel some of it leaking down my nut sack and into my jock. “Fuck!” I cried. “Fuck!!!” “That’s it, boy,” Hank coached into my left ear. “Take the man's poz load, Adam. I knew you’d be a good submissive boy for me tonight.” Poz9in pulled out of my ass and I felt the cool air of the room on my exposed jock-strapped ass. My legs had been kicked wide apart by him as he bred me, maniacally trying to shove his cock as far in as he could. I felt completely open as the white-haired old man got in place between my legs. Coach4Jox entered me quickly and began hammering his good sized meat into my cum-slicked hole. He fucked in and out of me as he talked. “Fuck yeah! For so long, I’ve fantasized about doing this to you, Adam. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve stalked you at your softball games and watched you get drunk at the bars, hoping you’d get wasted enough to need someone to walk you home. I’d imagine promising you that I’d wear a condom if you’d let me fuck you. Thinking about how I could use a condom and wait until you’re passed out drunk on your bed to rip the condom off and slide back in, stealth pozzing you when I unload shot after shot of my toxic cum inside that young jock butt of yours.” Coach4Jox kept fucking my hole and promising me another poz load as Hank, listening to the man’s perverted confession, climaxed. “Damn! I’m cumming in your mouth, boy! Open up that throat.” I let Hank’s cock head into my throat again and immediately felt the warmth of his sperm in my throat as I swallowed. I took Hank’s load like he was a familiar lover. He kept his dick in my mouth as he watched and listened to the old man fuck me. Hank pushed my head to the bed hard. “Now’s your chance, Coach. You’ve got him passed out on the bed now. Fucking stealth that young jock ass. Fucking breed that neg hole with your poz cock." “Fuck! Here it comes, you fucking neg shortstop tease," Coach4Jox said. “Take my load up your sweet butt for good.” Coach4Jox unloaded a hot torrent of poz cum into my hole. The men celebrated my violation with profanity and slaps on my ass. The old man pulled out of my ass and told the other men to look at my hole. “Fuck! This is what two poz loads up a hot young bubble butt looks like. Poz9in added, "Fucking hot jock boy, getting knocked up by anonymous men like that.” He slapped my ass. After the rustling sounds of men getting dressed, Hank said, “Thank you, gentlemen, for helping me out tonight. This was a safe-only boy who submitted fully to me only recently. As far as I know you two are his first poz loads. I am hoping to get him introduced and used at the bathhouse soon, and I think tonight should ease that transition.” I could hear, “sure thing, man” and “anytime” from the outside corridor. With the door open, I could feel the cold San Francisco air on my wet asshole. I heard Hank put keys on the night table by the bed. “Check out’s at noon. You can stay until then, if you want. You were great tonight, boy. Let’s consider meeting up again mid-week. I’ll text you.” My violation would continue. “Yes, sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. Keep that blindfold on for five minutes!” I heard the door close and listened as Hank’s footsteps faded. I fell asleep in that position: facedown, bare assed, legs spread. My asshole felt wet, open, used and empty. I slept soundly, dreaming only of sex. I wanted more. Edited July 31 by drscorpio Put a link to the first 2 parts in 37

Steamworks Berkley is always a good time, but Up Your Alley weekend really brought out the freaks! So I put in my little jockstrap and set out to have a good time, hitting the place up early around 7:00 PM and found the crowd was already hopping - the sling and fuck bench were full and guys were lining up to top or to bottom, so I headed to the blow job ramp. Even there it was busy but I managed to get into the corner booth. Right away a guy walked up the ramp and started fucking my mouth. I hadn't even had to wait 15 seconds before I had my first cock. I knew it was going to be a great night! I spent probably an hour and a half taking every dick that walked by. At that point it was probably nine loads in me and I needed a break so I headed to the steam room, which, dammit, was packed. I had to stand for a good eight to ten minutes before I could get a seat in the 'Asian hangout' corner. Before long I was getting cock at both ends. No sooner had I taken one Asian cock when they all started to line up. I think they went out and told all their friends. I didn't mind. Some were average size some were small, all of them uncut. WOOF! I lost track of how many loads I took in there but I think it was probably around six up my ass and seven or eight in my mouth. At some point someone kept feeding me poppers and I was spinning out of my mind. I ended up sitting on the floor with four guys around me taking turns in my mouth. That was another four more loads. At that point I was getting too hot so I went to the rear to cool off. The sling and fuck bench were still busy so I headed back to the ramps, spending some time there, and getting another four or five loads. At this point it was hard to keep up. In any event, my face was sticky with cum and my ass dripping so I was again off to the steam room. It was still packed in there so I sat down and waited for the next round. A hot Latino with a beautiful brown uncut cock walked in and approached me directly, so I opened my mouth and he slid right in. I sucked him for quite a while until he stood me up, turned me around, and fucked so hard. Meanwhile someone had sat down right in front of me so I bent down and started sucking him off while getting the hardest fuck of my life. I could feel anonymous hands all over rubbing me, rubbing my ass, squeezing my nipple. Fuck it was hot! Two more loads there. I headed out to see if the bench or sling was open and it was still full. Damn! So back off to the ramp. I went to the corner on the bottom platform where I could get two cocks at once and sucked of five or six more guys until two Latinos came over. Neither cock was very big, maybe six inches, but both uncut. WOOF! One had the most foreskin I had ever seen. After about ten minutes one of them left. 'Damn', I thought, 'I didn't even get his load'. Not long after that someone came and grabbed and started to take me to the back. The Latino I was sucking followed. They both led be to the back where the fuck bench is located. When we got back there the first Latino I was sucking cleared out the fuck room and put me up on the bench. I was in heaven! I was getting fucked at both ends. Guys were lining up and the three Latinos used me hard. For a while they had their friends using me. They were all saying stuff in Spanish but had no clue what they were saying. It was so fucking hot! As soon as one pulled out of my mouth or ass another slid right in. Somewhere in all of that someone was holding my head down with popper bottle glued to my nose. I was spinning so fucking hard. Someone must have slipped a bump up my ass at some point because I felt out of this world. My throat went limp and opened up wide. My ass was on fire and hungry. I lost all track of time or what was even going on. I just remember hearing bits and pieces like "fucking pig" and "breed him" and "who's next" and "knock that fucker up." I came back to and I was in the sling with my legs up in the straps, bouncing all around on someone's cock. I tried to move but someone had ahold of my arms, and someone had a popper soaked rag over my mouth and nose. Not sure how long I stayed there unable to get down. But at some point no one else was in line so I got. I nearly slipped and fell from all he cum on the floor. I felt it running all down the side of my legs. It was 4:30 AM at that point, so I showered, hopped in the hot tube to relax before heading out. It was an insane night to say the least. I know I had taken at least (approximately) 25 loads, but had lost track once I was in the fuck bench. Now, I'm a good bottom slut, but this was a bit out of character even for me as prior to this occasion the max I had taken was, maybe, six. I'm not sure what they drugged me with to get me to do things like that. I guess we will see what happens.

Chapter 1. Before A little something about me first. By the time I turned 30, I was very comfortable being out as a gay man, and had found my sexual interests had turned toward bdsm and leather. That was pretty much another coming out. My fantasies had started to move toward bareback sex as well. At first I just read stories online about barebacking, but I had recently found myself more and more turned on by bareback porn. My profiles online and on apps already included my bdsm interests, and I had also found the usual coded ways to hint I was into barebacking. Chatting about it with other guys was something I was doing more often. When I found the sites actually dedicated to raw sex, I made profiles there as well. These new profiles did not have my pics on them and were created with different screennames, but looking back now I see that someone really paying attention could see it was the same guy who was on the other sites. Here's my story: I had come home for part of my vacation to see my family and some old friends. I hadn't lived here for 10 years, and I decided to see what I had missed back then, back when I was almost completely in the closet. I knew there were 2 gay bars in town. One was a dance club where all the young twinks went. The other was more of a dive place that sometimes had leather themed nights with mostly an older crowd. I was more interested in finding a dominant top to play with, so I went to the dive. I got there and saw a good mix of men, many of them in leather, and I felt right at home. There was one guy in particular who caught my eye. He was about 45 years old, a bit scruffy, wearing leather pants, biker boots, a leather vest with no shirt, a muir cap, and sunglasses. I thought I recognized him from a profile online that mentioned that he had a well stocked dungeon and that really got me excited. I thought he had been checking me out, but it was hard to tell with those sunglasses on. After a while I was leaning up against the bar, and he came over beside me and ordered a beer from the bartender. He turned to me and asked if he could buy me a drink. I'm sure the broad smile that came over my face betrayed how much he turned me on. I answered, "Yes, Sir!" He chuckled with a sly grin. "You visiting from out of town? I have never seen you here before." he said. "Yes Sir," I said, "I used to live here until 10 years ago. I never came in here back then." "I think I saw your profile earlier," he said. He mentioned my screenname and asked if that was me. It was the name I used on the regular sites, not the bareback ones. I said that was indeed me. He said, "I like the things you are into. You looking for some play tonight? I have a place not far from here." I decided to be brave and said, "You have a dungeon?" He laughed and said, "I think you saw my profile too, didn't you." "I think I did, Sir." He said, "Finish that drink boy, and let's go have some fun!" That was exactly what I hoped he would say. I downed my beer and we started toward the door. As I followed him, he would stop to greet some of the other men- other hot leather guys. He leaned in a whispered into the ears of a few of them, and those guys gave me big smiles. The thought that he was probably telling them he was taking me home to his dungeon made me feel good. I followed him in my car to a nice ranch style house in a quiet neighborhood. I followed him inside, and he headed right down to the basement. He opened a door and hit the lights. I saw a room with dark walls, a St Andrew's cross, various floggers and paddles hanging on one wall, a spanking/fuck bench, chains hanging from the ceiling- a well set-up dungeon. He started asking me some details about what I was into. He talked about limits, too. That helped me relax. He promised not to do anything I didn't want. The he said, "Just to make sure- you are negative, aren't you boy?" I said I was and told him when my last test was. "Good," he said, "that makes a difference in how we play." That's when it hit me that I didn't really know anything about this guy, but he seemed cool and respectful and I decided to trust him. He showed me a bathroom with a sink and toilet in the corner of the room. "Take a piss or whatever you need, then come out and strip down, boy," he said. I did what I was told. When I was naked, he looked at me and nodded in approval. He led me over to the St Andrew's cross and cuffed me to it face to the wall. He started out slowly with some flogging. It felt really good. He went harder and it felt better. After a while he turned me around and brought out a thin rope which he used to tie up my cock and balls. He put clamps on my nipples and weighed them down and then proceeded to torture my cock and balls. It hurt, but in just the way I liked being hurt. I was having a blast! After some time of this kind of play he said we were going to take a short break. He uncuffed my hands and led me over to the spanking bench. He told me to rest on it face down and produced a cold bottle of water for me from somewhere. "I'll be right back," he said, and he went out the door. The bench was really quite comfortable, and I felt really relaxed. My head was buzzing from the play so far. I was in a great space. I heard the door open, I turned my head to see him was coming back in and was talking on the phone, saying "Sounds good, buddy- see you soon. This is going to be fun!" He smiled at me and said he was talking to some friends, making plans for a good time. He went over to a cabinet and got a few things out, including a big bottle of lube and what looked like a couple of dildos. He came back to me and asked if I liked the bench. "Yes, it's comfortable." "Good, but I have known guys to squirm so much they fall off. So I an going to have to secure you to it." Fine with me. There were straps for my wrists and for my ankles, so I was strapped down with my ass exposed. "Let's see how that nice ass responds" he said with a chuckle. He fingered my hole, adding lube. Of course I couldn't see what he was doing, but it felt really good. He then started using a dildo, slowly fucking it in and out. I was in heaven. He took it out and chuckled again. "Your hole is twitching, boy. I think it wants more." "Yes Sir! Please Sir!" I said. "Well, I think you and your hole will be very happy very soon," he said. "I hope so, Sir," I answered. He then started to push something that felt wider into my hole. It went in a ways and then stayed put. It was a butt plug. "Keep that in, boy." "Yes, Sir." All of a sudden I felt a belt strike my ass cheeks. Wow! I sure did have to concentrate to keep the plug in place while he used that belt on my ass. He slapped me with it for a while, but then stopped. "No need to mark up that sweet ass... at least not yet. We'll get to that soon enough." Chapter 2 to come shortly...

Two years ago I had a car accident and broke my right leg, arm and shoulder and I had to have surgery on my arm and shoulder. After the surgery I had to stay for a few days in the hospital. Bored to death after a couple of days I manage to check out Grindr with my left hand and saw a couple of guys with hospital garments online, but sadly both profiles had no face. On the third day, a cute male nurse told me he had to give me a sponge bath, so he started to work on me. Obviously my cock semi hard and I apologize for it, but he said he was used to it and not to worry. After a few minutes he my cock in his mouth and gave me a blow job. I came within minutes in his mouth and he proceeded to snowball me. After I asked him why had he taken suck a risk and he told me that he had seen my profile on Grindr and wanted to make my stay “interesting”

As a total top i need my bf to be a sub faggot. I want someone i can breed anytime i feel the need (at least several times a day), and i want him to take cocks, loads and piss from any other guy i might chose for him. Love letting my bf service all these men and after i got to pound all that seed in his cumsoaked guts Well i don't mind if he's craving for cocks and is seeking for tops on his own, as long as i get to churn this up in his leaking pussy

There's a 42 yo married Ecuadorian guy at the gym who is short, muscular and shaved smooth with hot bubble butt. For more than a year he has talked about hooking up, but never comes through so I basically gave up on him. This evening we were in the sauna together in nothing but towels and he started asking me about my workout and we talked about routines. After a bit he left to rinse off and returned a few minutes later with his bag, this time sitting next to me close enough our legs touched and he reached for my dick. He stroked it for a couple of minutes and then he reached into his bag to pull out some lube and greased up my junk. After he stroked my slick cock for a bit more I stood up and pulled him, turned him around and bent him over. Grabbing the lube, I pour some own his crack and pushed my head up to his hike. He was pretty tight, but between the lube and our combined sweat my dick popped in and I slowly worked it in until I was balls deep. After that I pounded his hole without mercy as he stroked himself off. It didn't take long before I shot my 2-day load deep inside of him. He finally came as well, shooting a big load all over the bench. I pulled out, grabbed my towel and, leaving him bent over, hit the showers.

Thanks for your remarks and encouragment guys! Chapter 2. During Here I was in a stranger's basement dungeon room, restrained face down with a butt plug up my ass, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I felt his hands on my back, moving from my shoulders down toward my ass. He would give my ass a good firm squeeze or a sharp little swat each time. "You look really good, boy" "Thank you Sir." "You seem very relaxed and comfortable- that's good for now," he said with that sexy chuckle of his. "I need to get comfortable too," he said. His hands left my body, and it sounded like he was taking off his boots and the rest of his clothes. He was now standing right behind me. I felt the heat of his body, and it seemed I could feel his warm, growing cock brush up against my as and the backs of my thighs. Then I felt himwiggle the butt plug a bit. I moaned. He then started tapping on it, which sent wonderful vibrations in my hole and all through my body. I moaned a bit louder. I felt him pull on the plug slightly, then push it back in. He did this a few times. It felt awesome! He went back to the tapping and laughed softly as he saw me shudder in delight. He pressed his body down on my back and I felt his breath on my ear. "Mmmmmm, you're such a good boy," he whispered in my ear. "What shall we do next, I wonder. Oh yeah, I think I know." I could feel his hot hard cock pressing on the crack of my ass. He rubbed it slowly up and down. "I think I know what you want," he whispered. "I think I know exactly what you want. Do you know what you want? What you want deep inside?" My own cock was as hard as it has ever been, and all I could do was moan again. He stood upright, and my body missed the warmth of his. He pulled at the plug again, but this time he kept pulling and it slowly came out of my hole. I thought he started to push it back in, but it felt different. Then I knew he had replaced it with his cock. "I think this is what you want, boy. But that really doesn't matter, does it?" Just the head of his cock was in. "What really matters is what I want, right boy?" My hole was craving to be filled by his dick, and I tried to push back against him to get more in. But he just held it there. "You want this, boy? You want my cock?" I moaned. "You want my cock, boy? Do you? Tell me you want it." I mumbled a feeble yes in reply. "I couldn't hear you," he said a bit louder and more insistently. "Yes Sir. I want your cock," I said. "Good boy." he pressed his cock just a bit further in. It felt big. It felt hot. It felt wonderful. "A good boy gets the reward he really wants," he said as he pressed even more into my hole. "What a sweet, tight boy-hole," he sighed, as he pressed in all the way. At least it felt like all the way. He kept it there, and leaned down onto my back again. "Open up, let daddy in all the way," he whispered in my ear again. I pushed back against him and opened up my hole as much as I could. I felt him pushing in even more and felt his pubes against my hole and his balls against mine. "That's the way. Good boy," he hissed in my ear. His body against my back, his breath and lips on my ear, his thick cock filling me, it was all making my head spin. He remained pressed against me like that, and started to slowly pull his cock back, and just as slowly push back into me. He pulled back almost all the way out, then back in. His cock must have been eight inches long. He kept up these long slow strokes. This was the most satisfying fucking I had ever received, I felt his hand close to my face. "Here, boy- inhale." I smelled the familiar scent of poppers and took a deep whiff. He held them up to my other nostril and I inhaled again. I felt my hole open ever wider. "That's it, boy. You really do want this, don't you?" "Yes, Sir!" I immediately responded. Again he chuckled. He stood upright and started to fuck me harder and faster. I was pushing back against each thrust. My whole world at that moment revolved around his big hard cock reaming out my hole. I could hear his breathing getting harder as he fucked harder with each thrust. He finally yelled out "Oh fuuuck!" and pushed all the way in and stayed there. "Oh fuck boy! Take it boy!" He yelled. He pulled back halfway and jabbed back in a couple of times. The he pulled out. His breathing was still heavy, but he seemed to recover. I know I was smiling. There was a sudden but soft rap on the door. I was pointed away from it and couldn't see anything. I heard Sir say "I think someone heard us," and he chuckled again as I heard him walk over and open the door. "Good timing guys, I just had my turn," he said to someone I couldn't see. I heard other voices saying "Nice" "Sweet ass" "Awesome" "Who's next?" I couldn't tell how many voices. "What's going on?" I asked. I heard Sir's voice as he came closer to me. "Relax, boy. These are just good friends of mine who came for a little fun. I'll see they treat you right. You won't get anything you don't want." By the time he finished he was in front of me. I could see his chest dripping with sweat and his still mostly hard cock. It was just as big as it had felt in my ass. He crouched down in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. He was looking me in the eyes, still wearing those sunglasses, and smiling reassuringly. He leaned in and kissed me and said to me, "Relax, sweet boy. Just think of this as fulfilling a fantasy you may not have admitted to yourself that you have had for a while." He leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, "I won't let them do anything you don't want. I won't let them hurt you. Well, not any more than I already hurt you, my sweet boy." His words relaxed me again, and I managed to say "OK, I trust you, Sir." "Good boy," he said, and kissed me again. He stood up and went over to his friends. "This is the first one to show I went first." I smelled a sharp odor, a familiar odor, but it wasn't the poppers from before. I then felt something press against my left ass cheek and move down a couple of inches. The I heard a quiet snap and realized he had just made a mark on my ass with a marker. "Each guy leaves a mark when you finish. Make sure you finish." Another voice said, "I'll go next." I felt a pair of hands on my ass as a cock pushed in. Sir had fucked me so well and so deeply that there was no resistance at all. He came and crouched down in front of me again, kissing my lips and ears and neck and stroking my arms and shoulders. He kept this up as the new guy fucked me. After he finished fucking me, he left a mark beside the first one. The it was someone else's turn. I was so blissed out and loving the attention from my Sir that I lost count of how many cocks were inside me, one after the other. It was all a blur then, but later I remember things I had heard them saying: "What a sweet ass this little piggy has!" "Fuck he still feels tight!" "He's the best one yet!" And after the fourth of fifth one was done and he was making his mark, one of them said, "This is permanent, right?" There was laughter. "Fucking right it's permanent," someone else said. My Sir whispered into my ear so only I could hear, "Yes, it's permanent. So you will never forget." And he kissed me long and deep. He didn't untie me from the bench until they had all thanked him and left. I never saw a single one of them. He helped me stand up and held me tight. "You OK?" he asked. I didn't answer. He started rubbing my arms and legs. He put his arm around my shoulder. We found my clothes, and he led me upstairs. " think you need a good hot shower," and he showed me the bathroom. He started the water for me and found me a towel. After I got out, he asked me if I was OK to drive home or if I needed to crash. I said I wanted to drive home. I knew my family would expect to see me in the morning. It was almost the end of my visit with them. He told me the few turns to make to get back to the main drag. I found my way home and crashed and slept like a log. I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but sore in a really good way. I couldn't believe what had happened the night before- a hot dungeon session followed by a hot gang bang. It was something right out of porn! Chapter 3 coming soon...

For the longest, I have considered Berlin my sex capital but I may have to change this to Hamburg. I'm here for my birthday weekend and it hasn't disappointed. Friday night, I went to the S.L.U.T club here and had lots of fun. I had taken a Cialis before going (even though I'm mostly bottom) and ended up fucking a couple of hot guys. The best was when this hot guy bent me over in the darkroom and just flooded my guts. Yesterday (Saturday), I went to the gay cinema located at Talstrasse 8 (some of the guys on this site have written about it). I'm a pig, but that place was a little too run down and dark for my tastes. You can see nothing in the darkroom which I don't like (in fact I think that's dangerous). But any rate, I decided to make the best of it. I took an anal load in the bathroom and fed my load to this hot dude who was on his knees and begging for it. I sucked so many dicks I lost count. So far today (Sunday), I have been getting fucked like crazy. A hot muscle guy stopped by the hotel and fucked a nice load into me at 10:30 am. He was rather loud when he came so my neighbors got an earful. I didn't even push his load out before I took a taxi to meet this 59 year old nearby. As soon as he said he was a multiple shooter, I knew that we were going to fuck. I even told him I had a load in me but he didn't care. He fucked and shot 3 times without pulling out. After a 10 minute break, I got load number 4 from him. And just when I thought he was done, he put number 5 in me. So between 10:30 and noon, I had taken 6 loads! When I finally pushed those loads out, it was crazy how much cum was in me. Load number 7 came from a 66 year old top here in my hotel. His dick was awesome. He gave me one of the best fucks I've had in a while. I'm still holding his load in. I'm sitting here thinking do I want to go for 10 loads today or do I just want to call it a day? One thing I know for sure, I will be back in Hamburg soon! And nothing is nicer than when a guy cums in your hole but takes the time to write you afterward to thank you for being his cumslut.

Just back from hooking up with a couple of gay escorts in Manchester. My goal was to complete one of my heretofore unfulfilled fantasies: to be double penetrated. Previously, about a year and a half ago, I got fucked by a guy while blindfolded in a hotel in Edinburgh. He slipped a dildo in next to his cock while fucking me. I couldn't take it (I hadn't know it was coming) .. But I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since. Both guys today had nice cocks. So I knew it would be a challenge. The logistics are, of course, very tricky. But it happened. They were both able to get in. It hurt (hell yes it hurt!) but I really wanted it and I was more prepared for it. And I was able to take it. And it felt amazing. Only lasted a couple minutes when the first guy seeded me. The second guy finished a couple minutes later. Two loads up my (somewhat more loose) ass. And I've got the cum stains on the back side of my jockstrap to prove it. I feel like such a slut (yes, that is a good thing) And I can't wait to do it again If anything I'm even hornier than before. May head to Basement sauna to see if I can get more loads in my holes.

Love rough fucks! I love making my sluts feel my dick real hard. I mean, they've taken hundreds of cocks before me, how will they feel me if I don't fuck them hard. Sluts willing to be raped make great fucks too

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

There is already a thread here for unusual or adventurous places to have sex but over the years I have met guys in some unusual situations. So this isn't about where you ended up having sex but rather where you first met, made eye contact and struck up a conversation. Gym changing rooms and toilets are obvious places, I'm interested in the more unusual. Some examples from me: 1. I was on a train from Euston to Liverpool and once had checked tickets the train conductor came to sit in the seat opposite me. We kind of checked each other out and he just said: "follow me". I did and he took me to a small office at the end of a carriage. It was a really small compartment and he had me sat at a fitted table with my feet on the wall. We fucked for quite a while and had to stop once as the train pulled into Nuneaton station as he had to do stuff. It was only when we had finished that he told me he recognised me from an earlier sauna encounter. 2. I got to a well known but now sadly closed pub in Victoria mid afternoon on a Saturday. There was a notice on the door that the place had been let out for a private function and would only open to the public on midday Sunday. I was just going to turn around and leave when another guy arrived. We started chatting and it turned out we were both horny. He was an Argentinian student. I invited him back to mine. We had a really cracking time and he only left the next morning saying that I'm a really nice guy and he's had a good time but he doesn't want to keep in touch as I don't have enough money for him. 3. On a packed Underground train (northern line) one evening between Embankment and Kennington. He was a builder wearing a boiler suit, there was a quick stop at some point and he held onto my waist, I turned round and looked him in the eye, looked down and then noticed that he was hard. I looked him in the eye again, smiled and casually moved closer. At the next stop he got off and looked back at me twice so I followed him out, we only spoke when we exited the lift. It was quite a walk to his room and I got hopelessly lost on my way back to the station later. I think social media might have killed allot of these types of encounters but it would be interesting to hear of others. E.g has someone ever picked up a hitchhiker and got lucky? J

Work took me to this small country town out in the middle of nowhere. No Craigslist, no BBRT, and barely any cell phone reception. Im in pretty good shape, total sub bottom, that just so happened to be locked in a Holy Trainer chastity device by a local Dom. At this point it had been 9 day wearing it. I hoped on Grindr and there were maybe 10 guys nearby. I was thinking this was going to be a boring waste of a trip until I got a few messages. On my profile headline was BBanonHOTEL. It wasnt until about 1am that I got any messages. A few were not worth my time but finally something worth my response. A Mexican worker hit me up, told me to leave the door open, he was going to eat my ass and then breed me. I agreed and gave him my room number. I also told him about the chastity device, and he said he didnt care because he wasnt going to touch my cock anyways. He was just wanting to shoot his load in someone. So I waited at the end of the bed in my jockstrap ass up and lubed. His cock was amazing, a beautiful 7" uncut piece of work. He fucked like a stallion. I have never heard anyone grunt like that before as he pumped his Mexican seed into me. While the Mexican was breeding me 2 more messaged me. I gave both of them the room number, and told them whoever gets there first put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I told them both about the chastity device too. One said he didnt care and the other asked what it was. He seemed a little hesitant but said he would see when he got there. The first one in was another Mexican oilfield worker. He had the thickest cock I have ever been bred with. Shorter and uncut, but soda can thick! He tore my hole up. I could feel the first load slopping all over and running down my ass. At one point I was wishing he would hurry up and shoot his load because he was tearing me a new one. About that time I could feel my hole getting warm and gooey. He pulled out and just walked out of the room. Load #2. As soon as he walked out the 3rd guy was walked in. He was waiting in the hallway for his turn. It was an 18 yo that had never been with a guy. He was a little nervous, unsure of what he wanted. I asked him if he wanted me to suck him. He did but said he probably wouldnt last long. He laid back on the bed and I sucked him for maybe 5-6 minutes. I could tell he was enjoying it. I could hear him start to unwrap a condom, so I just stood up and sat on his hard cock. He wasnt very big or very thick. It was a cute little cut boy cock. I maybe rode his cock for 10-15 seconds then came the "oh shit Im cumming.....sorry dude". I could feel that little cock twitching inside my sloppy hole. I wiped his little cock off and he went on his way. Load #3. The last message I got was around 2am. Hot daddy in his late 40s, muscular, huge fucking 9" cut cock. Said his wife was asleep and wanted to sneak out. I gave him the room number, waited till about 3-330 but he never showed. I was bummed but had 3 loads so I went to bed. When I got up in the morning I had a message from him. "Sorry wife woke up. Can I come by before work?" I replied back and waited. He said he was already at work but could stop by at some point, if I would just wait for him ass up. I waited about 45 minutes and I heard a knock at the door. I felt a hand on my ass, rough and strong. He was a hot daddy cowboy. Tight wranglers, dirty boots, worn out t-shirt. I felt his finger go up inside my hole. "How many other loads you got" he asked me. Of course my response was 3. I felt his hand slide under me and he discovered my chastity device. He asked what it was and I told him. Keeps a bottom from getting hard. He was intrigued and flipped me over. That is when I saw his cock, fucking massive!!! "You think this will fit" he asked. "You dont need your little cock anyways, just to service mine." I sat up and started sucking his cock. He was working my mouth over for a good 20 minutes. He pushed me back town on the bed, slapped his big daddy cock on the chastity device and said "that cock is useless. I need more sluts like you." Rolled me over and in one push went balls deep in my hole. I let out a scream and he just started fucking like a mad man. It had been a while since I was fucked by a cock that large. He was pounding the hell out of me with his dirty boots and wranglers still on. He fucked for a good 45 minutes until I could tell he was getting close. I pushed back against him as hard as I could. "OH? You want this load dont you slut? You want it up inside you?" he asked. I didnt respond other than by pushing against him as hard as I could. He let out a grunt and pulled me tight. I though he was going to stab a hole through me. I felt his load squirting in me. I can only remember one other time that I could actually fell the load squirt. I have always been able to feel the cocks throbbing inside me but never the load squirt. But this time I did, and he held it inside me for what felt like forever. I could feel his legs shaking. He slowly pulled out, and when his head popped out I felt his load run all down my ass and balls. He used his cock to rub it round and slapped it on my worn out hole. He pulled up his dirty wranglers and said "Let me know when you are back in town. I wanna fuck you again. You were better than my wife, she cant take a pounding like that. Make sure you are locked up again when you come back." That shitty little country town was a lot of fun. I doubt most of them ever get a chance to have fun and let loose their nasty sides. Looking forward to going back soon.

You'll be fine. That being said, you have more risk than someone who is less promiscuous, so you have to think how you'd feel in the very rare case you seroconverted. I do this myself. If I became poz, would it have been worth the countless unhibited cum loading fuck sessions I've had since going on PrEP? I'm having the best sex of my life so the answer is a 'Yes'. For me it's worth the very minor risk and I'm ready to accept if I became poz.

I love being tied up and being torture and my hole work over by ducks or fists. When I was negative I only like bottoming even when I was an escourt , since I became POZ I love being a Top a lot and negative holes get me hard for hours.

Wow great story and wrap up. Thanks

Good story line

This morning, 25-year-old Brazilian guy came over. He's a versatile bottom, I was expecting to fuck him. With his 8 inch uncut cock I decided to ride him instead, then he took me doggie until he flooded my ass with his large load. I didn't cum. I got on Bbrt and chatted with a guy who wanted to be ass up in his garage. I like this scene so went over. He was ass up, I stripped and he sucked me hard. I mounted him and began to fuck, I had him turn over so we could make out while we fucked. I asked about his husband. He was at work, he wanted me to load him up so when his husband gets home the hubby could suck my cum out of his lovers hole and fuck him. It's the best and they love it. The thought of his husband eating my cum got me so close that I kissed him and exploded deep in his hole. Glad to help and hope to do it again

I love being back cottaging, not many cottages aboout these days,however;I think I am an absolute snobby slut and even though I get fucked by anyone in the darkroom as i cant see them,just feel their cocks sliding up my holes. I maybe getting picky about who fucks me in the light!!!. Today I was in a cottage, been in for a while a bloje came in, now this guy was not my type, he really was not my type he was trollish looking thick set older guy, he keptbtrying to touch my cock, i was pushing him away, not interested at all, he was persistant and he had a BO smell to him, not really offensive but was there. i did not even look at his cock as I was not interested as said. But then he turned full frontal wauving this thick long uncut dick with bull balls, i was mesmorised in awe of it, he looked so trollush, but i let him do what he wanted to with me, hecsucked me, chewed my nipples, rimmed and fingered me and i even let him stick his tongue down my throat, it wascawesome but repulsive in the same way, I was so hard and turned on. I got my poppers out, the cottage was still empty and i sucked his fat cock and licked those sexy full big bollocks, i was almist drinking my poppers, I turned myself round and rubbed hus thick cock head on my moist hole and asked him to fuck me, he was hesitant because of where we were and had no condoms, i couldnot have cared if the cavalary had walked in, i wanted fucking, he fave in, i sniffed poppers and let him fuck my hole and he did so well, he fucked me so goid I never wanted him to finish. He shot a good load up my hole and i cleaned his cock. He thanked me so much and was really grsteful, as I was too.

im a dungeon , gagged and strapped down and abused

This is 110% true: Came home from work today feeling super horny and found a white red haired dude on BBRT who is super hung and aggressive. He wanted to dominate my ass so I slipped on a jock, blind fold and handcuffs. My door was unlocked so could slip inside the bedroom and find me waiting for him ass up. I took a huge wiff of poppers while he forced himself on top of me and shoved his 7.5 x 5.5 inch cut cock deep in my throat. It was the largest dick I ever felt but couldn't see anything in the blind fold. Then he made me lick his balls, ass hole, and pits. It smelled sweaty and musky - his ass was really ripe. Suddenly he flipped me on my belly and shoved his dick inside me all the way, no lube or stopping. It hurt so bad. The guy was 5.5 inches thick and I felt all of them ripping me apart. He was neg but got off on talking about having his poz friend come over next and use me. He absolutely destroyed my hole and crushed my soul. Forced me to call him sir and beg him to fuck me. He spit in my face and had me screaming so loud. Then he told me to beg for his load and shot a HUGE load deep inside me. It coated my guts and I could feel his dick shivering for at least 2-3 minutes. After he pulled out he got dressed and left. I got back on BBRT and found another guy who was on his way home from work. He was set to arrive just as my BF was getting out of work. I had a plan to have my BF come home while the second guy was fucking me. The second guy found me waiting for him ass up in bed in my jock and was about the same height as my BF. He had a 5 inch uncut cock that I sucked down hard and begged him for his load. He knew the other dude had fucked me and I begged him not to tell my BF there was more than one load inside me. A few minutes later my BF walked in the door and found us fucking hard in bed. The second dude started pounding me deep, pushing the load deeper inside of me, and eventually filled my ass with a second load of cum. My BF got behind me immediately and had no idea there were two loads dripping out of my hole. He shoved his cock inside me and came almost right away. The second guy got cleaned up and left and my boyfriend asked to fuck me full a second load. I told him the story of my day and what had happened earlier and he loved it. He came even more the second time and told me my ass was just pure cum. I still have all 4 loads swimming inside of me and it feels great to be used and give pleasure to so many men. My cock stayed soft and in my jock the entire time too.

i am a cock whore fuck bottom who was tina out and turned into chem whore bottom. fuck lovedd it

I am turning into a cum slut too. Taking raw loads is so hot (like giving them too). Have a load inside me from last night. The poz thing is also a huge turn on, but not sure I am ready for the reality just yet.

Oh yes Bbuddy... he is a regular... about 3 times a month he drops by and drops a load.... loving it!

I want it to be absorbed in my boipussy. So obviously, deep inside.

One guy asked me to be his 'son', who had gone away to college. He kept calling me his 'baby boy'. It was so weird, but so hot, I came hands free. If he had told me he was going to impregnate me, i would have died and gone to heaven.

Leathers right, get alot of meth n get high as fk n really be a cum, cock n buttslut all in one. I love swallowing lots of yummy loads, have ate my own cum. I want a guy to eat the cum out of my gaping fkhole n shared itw me in a deep, passionate kiss.

Matt was dreaming, a pound sensation happening over and over again. He could feel his cock swell and harden in his dream-like state. He fantasized about taking raw cock. He imagined his teammates like Bryan, a soccer stud and football god, holding him down, forcing him to take his cock. He picture Diego, a hot latino buddy of his with a lean body and tan skin, shoving his cock into his mouth, forcing Matt to gag on his uncut latino dick. This dream was making Matt's cock swell. Next his teammates morphed into different versions of themselves. Bryan had pierced nipples and a pierced cock, sporting a big scorpion tattoo on the side of his abdomen, sweet dripping down his abs as he forced Matt to take his cock balls deep. Matt knew he was fantasizing about Bryan being poz, a leather cockring around his 7 inch cock. Likewise, Diego sported a big biohazard tat just above his cock and below his hairless, perfect abs. He looked gaunt and leaner than Matt had remembered. Fuck this was a hot dream, Matt thought. Feeling Bryan forcing his poz cock into his tight hole as Diego shoved his cock down his willing throat. Slowly the fucking became more intense, Matt feeling the momentum ripple through his whole body, like he was quickly swinging back and forth, almost like a hammock. He felt a pinch on his nipple, causing Matt to slightly open his eyes, seeing darkness. Slowly the sound of moaning flooded into his consciousness. It sounded like a group of men all fucking, sucking, gagging on cock. A thick black cock appeared before his eyes, slowly forcing its way into his mouth. Reflexively, Matt opened his mouth, allowing the 9 inch cock to enter his mouth and slide down his throat. His concentration on the black cock was broken by his body being slammed forward, forcing him to bob up and down on the cock. Opening his eyes wider, he was eye level with the torsos of at least five guys. Confused, in a moment of panic, he choked on the cock in his throat and tried to lift his head. "Well, looks like Matt is finally wake," Matt heard Trent's familiar voice say. A few men laughed. Matt, the evening rushing back to him, slowly realized who he was with. "Most everyone showed up why you were passed out on G, fag. These are my poz breeding brothers." Matt, eyes adjusting to the darkness, made out that there was at least 8 or 9 guys in the room with him. A muscular latino with a big cock and an emaciated look continued pounding Matt's hole without interruption. Matt couldn't help but think that this guy must be in the late stages of AIDS. His cheeks were prominent on his wasted face, without an ounce of fat on his body. Seeing that, knowing that his poz load may well be lethal caused Matt's hole to tighten up on his cock, hoping to squeeze out the toxic cum he was quickly becoming addicted to. "You passed out from a little to much G, baby," Trent continued, "so we carried you over to a sling room, getting you positioned for everyone to fuck you. You must have taken at least a dozen toxic loads by now." Matt could feel his hole, the soreness now coming to his attention, as the latino guy came in him and an older daddy taking his place within seconds. He felt the older man pulling on his jockstrap. Matt wonder when they had slipped that back on him. He could still feel the cockring he had on early squeezing his limp T dick. He began moaning louder as the daddy fucking him began to thrust faster and faster, the pain in Matt's hole increasing with the onslaught. He felt someone place a bottle in his hand, knowing it was poppers. He held it up to his nose, inhaling deeply, feeling his hole respond by sucking in the cock that was fucking him. "Hit it again," Trent commanded. Matt inhaled, his hole feeling nice and loose, his face flushed. "Again," Trent said. Matt inhaled strongly again. His head beginning to swim from the lack of air and the effects of the poppers. "Again," and Matt dutifully obeyed, his breaths becoming swallower and faster as he attempted to get some air. "Keep going," Trent commanded again, Matt's head rushing and his hands shaking. Someone took the bottle before he spilt it, with Matt barely noticing. He didn't even feel the extra few fingers that had invaded his hole along side the older daddies cock. God, Matt thought, he had never felt so loose before. The older man pulled his cock out after a few more minutes of fucking him, presumably having blasted his DNA all over over Matt's guts. He walked over to Matt's head, forcing him to suck the cum covered cock clean. Matt tasted it, the cum covered cock, a mixture of all the toxic loads that had been dumped in him. He could feel the warmth of the cock, hot from having been buried in his rectum just seconds ago. He even taste a hint of blood, mixed with another flavor. "Fuck," the older man moaned, "this slut loves ass-to-mouth. How does your boypussy taste?," he asked. Matt moaned a muffled yes the best he could, the cock hitting the back of his throat, Matt trying his best to suppress his gag reflex. He noticed his hole was empty and he desperately wanted a cock to fill it. His wish was fulfilled a second later by a random black guy he hadn't seen before. "Fuck," Matt thought, "his cock is fucking thick." It was hurting Matt as much as it felt good, but he was so desperate to get fucked, he wasn't going to say a word. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Trent, a small camcorder in hand, filming Matt's corruption on camera. Dan seemed to be filming something similar on his phone. Trent saw Matt looking. "You ready to be a pornstar boy?" "MMhhmmm" Matt moaned, cock in his mouth. The thought of being exposed online got him so hard, his hole tighten around the cock in his hole. Trent got close in with the camera. The cock in Matt's mouth taken out. Trent leaned in, focusing the camera on Matt's face. "You ready for another toxic load faggot?" "Yes sir," Matt replied in a moaning, whiney voice the jock stud would have never have sounded like only 24 hours ago. "Are you ready to take another HIV+ load in your hole?" "Yes sir, please. I want more poz cum." "How old are you boy?" Trent asked for the camera. "18" "And your still in high school?" "Yes sir. Jefferson high school." "What's your name?" "Matt. Matt... Pierson." Matt couldn't believe he was admitting this on cam but it made him hornier and hornier. The meth was making him lose all his inhibitions. His limp tina cock was calling the shots now, and it was telling Matt to expose himself as the AIDs whore he was. "Say hi to your mom and dad," Trent prompted, a sinister smile on his face. He zoomed in on Matt's face. "Hi mom and dad," Matt said smiling meekly at the camera, slightly ashamed but mostly aroused. "Do you know who is fucking how?" Trent asked him. "No sir, I've never met any of these men before." "And what are they wearing for protection?" "Nothing, it's all bareback." "And you wanted that?" Trent questioned him again. "Yes sir." "And you know what we all have?" "Everyone is poz sir. They have HIV+ and I've been taking their loads all night." "That's right faggot. You've been turned into a hole, a cumdump taking loads from complete strangers, poz strangers." Trent panned the camera over to Matt's hole, to get a perspective of Matt taking raw cock. He watched the cock slide in and out of Matt's hole. The hole remained gaping open, it's edges red and puffy from being fucked for hours. Cum dripped out of his open hole, cum making the bands of his jockstrap wet. A pool of cum and lubed pooling in the low point of the sling.Trent kept Matt's face in frame the entire time. Trent asked Matt, "And who do you want to become poz from your school? Who do you want to fuck you?" Without thinking, Matt responded, "Diego, Bryan, Chris, Louis, my soccer teammates." "And what has turned you into a cumdump whore? What drug?" "I've slammed crystal meth, tina, all night." Dan, ready for the prompt, got the gear ready, going over to Matt and tying off his arm. Holding the point up to the camera. Trent, finding the perfect angle, continued filming. On camera, you saw the point go into Matt's arm, the scarlet color of his blood when the plunger was pulled back. Slowly, Dan pushed the plunger in, Matt's face becaming red. Matt coughed, the rush pervading his body for the third time in a day. "How does it feel?" Trent asked. "I feel like a fucking god! I feel so good. I want to get fucked hard, by more poz cock." His eyes went wide, guys switched positions, another cock feeling his hole. Trent handed the cam to Dan and started preparing for their next activity. Guys continued to come and leave, the crowd a little less then earlier, when Matt was just waking up from his G overdose. Trent pulled a rag out of his bag, spraying Maximum Impact on it. He knew Matt could tolerate a heavy dose. Going over to Matt, he managed to tie it around his head, knowing it would force him to inhale through the cloth. Matt, letting Trent control him, accepted the cloth without question. He could smell the chemical scent of it, quickly feeling its affects. He felt like his surroundings were becoming mute, a sensation of being underwater. He could feel Trent fingering his hole, sticking in all for fingers with no resistance. Trent tuck in his thumb, slowly working it in. Slowly moving it in and out, his knuckles making a bit of forward progress each time. He could hear Matt moaning in pain, knowing that each breath was taking him more and more out of it. Fast enough, he felt Matt's hole give way, his hand becoming sucked in up to the wrist, feeling Matt surrounding his hand with his hole. "God," Trent thought, "my fag is perfect. I'm going to love training him over the next couple of months." Dan continued filming, catching ever second of Matt's descent into depravity, his complete loss of innocence. Trent could't help but smile, thinking about what a hot video this evening would make. Knowing that it would be the tool to form Matt into the poz cumdump he was meant to be. Trent continued working his hand out, feeling the hole push him out. Again, he started pushing in, feeling the hole grasping his hand. Matt, head spinning and feeling lightheaded, felt Trent's hand invading his hole. It felt so intense, feeling him up each time he entered, the pain worth every second of that wonderful feeling. How could it fill so fantastic to have a hand in him? He could feel it pressing on his bladder, his prostate. Trent was going faster, stretching his hole, lube and toxic cum plopping out with each withdrawal of Trent's hand. Suddenly, Matt felt Trent hitting this spot, stimulating a spot in Matt that made his dick go wild. Before he realized it, Matt noticed that he had pissed him, drenching his jock in the few places left that hadn't been drenched by cum or sweat. It was the last thing he distinctly remembered from the rest of the evening, fists still forcing their way in and out of his hole, cocks entering his mouth and hole, random men dumping their poz seed in him. Trent smiled, happy to see his faggot totally blissed out, taking fists and cocks without resistance. In one evening he had transformed a neg stud boy into a filthy faggot full of dirty toxic seed. He knew that when Matt woke up the next day that he'd be conflicted, still not totally convinced of what he had done. Trent knew that the crash from his high would also leave him feeling weak and vulnerable. Trent knew he would have to coach him through it the first time, taking care of him, making sure he didn't run off to his parents or the emergency room, desperately hoping PEP could still save him. After a few more hours, Trent and Dan helped Matt down from his sling, helping him walk back through the building, out a back exit and to the car. Matt was still in just his jock, cum, sweat, and piss covering his body. Dan and Trent had changed already, looking like the clean cut guys they held themselves out to the world to be. They chatted, talking about meeting up the next day. While Matt was sleeping off his crash, he and Dan would edit the footage they had taken tonight, getting it ready to put online. Trent smirked, so happy to have the footage he had taken tonight. He knew it would be the ace in the hole he needed to convince Matt to accept his new lot in life as a cum dump poz whore. Dan helped load Matt in the car, laying him down in the back and then taking off. Trent got in the in the car, picking up his phone. He saw Dan had been sending him messages with pictures of Matt taking cock, slamming, and being used as a poz cumdump. Smiling, he pick up Matt's phone, sending some of his favorites to it. He began flipping through the contacts, eventually coming across a Bryan, Chris, Louis and a Diego. Creating a group text, Trent selected some of his favorite photos to send to the studs Matt had lusted for earlier. Trent had no idea how this would play out for Matt, but he was getting off on the prospect of outing Matt to his teammates. Hitting send, Trent put down the phone, started his car, and headed for home with his new fag passed out in the bag, leaking toxic cum from his hole and freshly outed to his teammates.

im a 50 yo guy who was totally straight untill a year ago. untill my xgf wanted to have a threesome with a bi male friend. i loved that cock in me.since then i crave cock. and consider myself a total bottom slut.no interest in women. i will fuck any top and take anybodies cum. and hope to get gangbanged asap. love to pnp.

I want to be the best cum dump

I totally agree! I don't know why, but knowing the guy I fuck is a slut and has already loads in him is fucking hot. I like boys who like sex and know how to please men. I like hungry and willing bottoms who brag about how many loads they've taken. And tops also know that loaded slut would do anything they want to get their load. They can fuck them as hard as they want, the pig begs for it.

Part XIV There I was, on the floor, too drunk to hardly move, someone pulling on my arm trying to drag me into that room, a guy trying to close the door and pushing me to go in, and two buddies trying to drag me back away from that room. I kind of glanced up to see who had ahold of my arm and think it looked like my bud from the parade. My two buddies each had a leg and trying to pull me away from there. Kind of a turmoil there for bit and with them pulling my legs my pants were starting to slip down and I could feel the cool floor on my bare ass. Then, one of my buddies yelled at the door guy to let me go as I was just there to support them and was straight. He yelped and let go and my buddies were able to drag me away from the door finally. My arm came free and the door closed and my buddies both went over backwards and we ended in a pile with my pants clear to my knees and me on my face and one buddy on top of me. They were both laughing hard now and trying to get untangled and then laughing more as they realized my pants were down and the one buddy was laying on top of me with his hard cock pushing the material of his pants against my crack. We finally got untangled and they had to help me up and help pull my pants up. They both were smirking at me and I asked what was up. They both laughed some more and told me it looked like me as I had a hell of a hard on then. They finally got me back to our table. We sat down and I was basically just sitting there in a stupor. They were talking about their experiences in that room. Then one of them remembered that when they had come out our parade bud had his hand down the back of my pants. He started questioning me about how the hell that had happened? Being so far gone I was at a loss as to what to say mostly. Then finally admitted that, I had been drunk as hell at that parade and somehow how been fucked by him there. I didn't say anything about all of the others though. They both started laughing then again and next thing I knew I was drinking another mixed drink without realizing it. My buddies were pretty much blown away finding out I had been fucked at the parade. They really started kidding me about that and then were wondering how I had not been pozzed from it. I told them the real reason for the trip to the hospital then had been to get PEP. When they had got tested, I had also and came back neg when they came back poz. That started more laughing and joking. Pretty soon I said I had to pee bad. I found I was still way too drunk to get up though and both buddies helped me up and walked me to the toilet. We soon found out I was too drunk to get my damn dick out too starting more drunken laughter. They then steered me from the urinal to the handicapped stall to help me get it out. This let them drop my pants and they went clear to my ankles. My dick was out though but I had to lean over and put both hands on the wall to hold myself up as I started to pee. I was vaguely aware that my buds were talking about my ass. They both agreed that it sure looked good for a little bit older guy than they were. As I finally got the pee started, one of my buds reached out and surprised me by squeezing my ass and telling me it was no wonder that I got fucked at the parade as it felt great as well as looked great. Before I realized it he had ahold of my hips and I felt what appeared to be is hard bare cock against my ass crack. He told the other bud, that yep, it sure did feel good too. I was just aware that his cock was hard as a rock too and felt something wet as he slid it up and down my crack. Later, found out it was his precum and he produce a lot of that and had my crack really lubed from that. Then, just as I was finishing peeing, I felt the head of his cock at my hole and he was pushing. Pop, and his cock head went into my ass and then he shoved the whole thing in with one last shove. I almost went down and probably would have if he hadn't had a good grip on my hips. I mumbled something about what the hell are you doing? Was pretty incoherent really. He told me to hang on he couldn't resist and started to plow the hell out of my hole then. Good thing he had a good grip on me as I could not have stood up without it. He rammed the hell out of me with long deep hard strokes. He must have really been turned on as it couldn't have been more than 5 minutes and he jammed his cock home as deep as he could and leaned over me and told me he was cumming and filling me up good with his poz cum. I could only moan. My bud wiggled his cock around in my hole a bit and then pulled out as his cock was going down. Before I could move, the other buddy stepped behind me and holding me upright also, rammed his hard cock in me all the way in one thrust. He immediately went into overdrive and pounded my ass relentlessly hard. He again, did not last more than 5 minutes and as he rammed his cock home and started to pulse as his cum flooded my ass. He leaned over me and told me he hoped I enjoye their two loads of poz cum in my hole. As he did this I felt my own cock explode as I was cumming too.

Part 5 We froze. I could feel Mitch's heart pound in his chest. I instantly felt bad for him. He had so much to lose. Me, I was a nobody, but Mitch could have his whole life ruined right now. I got out from between Mitch's legs, my cock pulling out of his ass, dragging some cum with it. Even though we had been caught, I still tried to cover myself and so did Mitch. From the corner walked a man I didn't immediately recognize. Mitch obviously did as all the blood drained from his face. "Do you want to tell your "friend" who I am, Miller?" the man said. Mitch just stayed silent. "I'm assistant coach Jenkins." he said, looking at me. "You boys are in some deep shit." "Coach...." Mitch started. "Shut up!" He demanded. "You think you can do what you want Miller? You think you're so goddamn special you can just come in here whenever you want so your boyfriend can Fuck you? Does the team know you're a faggot Miller?" "I....I'm not a," "SHUT UP! I know what I saw! You were taking it up the ass like a queer! And you were loving it!" Mitch's eyes welled up with tears and my heart broke for him. "Coach..I...." "I won't tell you again to SHUT UP!" Coach Jenkins walked up to Mitch and stood in his face. "It seems I have the upper hand. You see boy, you seem to forget that nowdays everybody has a camera with them at all times. I saw some lights on in here and came to investigate, and I could hear you boys. So I snuck in to see you on your back, legs spread like a whore, moaning while your boyfriend cornholed you. And I got pictures to prove it." A tear rolled down Mitch's cheek as he realized how fucked he was. "Now here's the thing. I can keep a secret. You're lucky I was the one who caught you. Had another coach caught you, he would have strung you up. But my secret keeping comes at a price." "Yes coach.....whatever you want." "Damn right whatever I want. Now it just so happens I like a nice piece of ass, and you're going to give it too me." Mitch's jaw dropped as he realized what exactly was about to happen. But he didn't say a word. Coach Jenkins started to unbuckle his pants as he said, "take off your gear boy." Mitch nervously removed his pads, cleats, and jockstrap, and stood naked in front of his assistant coach, his face flushing with shame. "Suck me boy!" He said as he dropped his pants and underwear revealing a large, black cock. "I've never sucked a cock..." he started to say. Which is true, he never sucked mine. "DO IT BOY!" Coach Jenkins ordered him. Mitch sank to his knees, trembeling as he took a cock into his mouth for the first time. "Good boy. That's it, suck it boy, get it good and wet." Mitch slobbered on the coaches cock, trying to fit it in his mouth. As the coaches cock grew, I could tell it was larger than even Mitch's cock was. Mitch just tried his best to get it wet. Coach pulled it out of his mouth and said, "get on the bench!" Mitch obediently laid back as the coach moved between his legs. I could see the fear in Mitch's eyes as coach lined his big cock up to the pink hole that leaked a little of my cum. Coach gripped his cock and started to force the head into Mitch's hole. Mitch took a deep breath and grimaced as the coach popped his head past the anal ring. He held it still for a moment, then started to slide all the way in. Mitch continued to breath deep as the coach buried what had to be 10 inches in the tight, pink hole. "Oh yea...." groaned the coach. "Been a long time since I had a nice piece of ass! You've got a nice one Miller!" With that he started to slowly Fuck in and out of Mitch. My cum load provided lube, and soon the coach was sliding his full length in and out, from tip to balls. Mitch started moaning as the coach fucked him. "On yea boy. I knew you'd like my cock. Looks like football isn't your only talent!" I just stood there mesmerized at the spectical in front of me. I couldn't believe how hot it was to watch the man I loved taking a big, black cock, and loving it. To watch that big pole slide in and out, while extasy covered his beautiful face made my own cock rock hard. I wasn't even jealous. I was loving what I was seeing. "Tell me boy." said the coach. "Tell me how much you love it." "Oh God coach. Fuck me. I fucking love it. Give me your big cock!" The coach, encouraged, increased his pace and was soon pounding Mitch's hole as hard as he could. "Take it boy! Take my big black cock like a whore!" "FUCK ME!!" yelled Mitch. "Fuck that hole coach!" "Oh yea boy! Fuckin great pussy! I'm gonna have to fuck it more often. Fuckin great quarterback pussy! I'm cumming boy! Take it whore!" "Give it to me! Give me all you've got! Fill me up!" With that the coach let out a howl and went rigid as he pumped my man full of his cum. He must have cum gallons as I could see cum leaking out down his balls. Coach pulled out of Mitch and wiped his cock off on Mitch's shorts. "Now get out of here boys! And Miller, I'll let you know next time I want a piece of that ass." "Yes coach." Mitch said as we quickly dressed and left the locker room. We walked back to the house in silence, neither of us sure what to say. When we got home I just went to my room and Mitch went to his. It wasn't long before I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and Mitch walked in and sat on my bed. I just sat next to him. "Cole," he began, "I liked it. A lot. I don't know man. Am I gay, or what?" I just looked at him. "I don't know if it's as simple as that. I'm gay. I know that. But maybe you're bi. Or just having fun. Don't sweat it man. You'll figure it out. Just do what feels good." With that, Mitch started kissing me and pulling out clothes off. "I saw how turned on you were as he was fucking me. Did you like watching?" "Yes I did Mitch. It was so hot to see his cock sliding in and out of you, and you enjoying it." "I did enjoy it, it felt awesome. But you know what? As great as it felt, it wasn't you. I like you." My heart almost burst as we kissed passionately and he pulled me into him. My cock quickly found his hole. His wet, well fucked hole, and I eagerly slipped it inside him while he moaned into my mouth. He wrapped his arms and legs around me, engulphing me in his large, muscular frame as I plowed his cum filled hole. Soon I was pumping another load of cum into the quarterback, MY quarterback, as his cock shot off between us, coating our chests and stomachs. After we had calmed down, I went to grab something to wipe us off. " Leave it." Mitch said. "I want it to dry on us while we sleep." He just wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as we drifted off.

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"SO HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW EACH OTHER?!?" He yelled, that boom of a voice filling the small shop. It caught us all by surprise. He looked at his son first and then quickly at me as he pushed aggressively into my hole. "Lock that door, son," he said, sternly. The command was back in his voice. Harrison was still in shock staring at his dad who's huge dick was now pummeling my hole. He shook his head and blinked but the situation remained the same as I groaned louder as his father's cock would pull almost all the way out before plunging back inside me, hard and deep. I had been waiting for this fuck for what seemed like an eternity and I wasn't going to let this surprising family situation get in the way of all the sensations I was longing for. Harrison quickly turned around and secured the lock on the shop door. "We're fuck buddies," I stammered in between his thrusts. "Remember that hook-up I told you about earlier?" I tried to look at his reflection in the mirror. "Well it was with him," I nudged my shoulders as if somehow they were pointing to his son. "But then he cancelled on me at the last minute." I tried to straighten up to continue the conversation, but he hit me again unexpectedly with his left hand-WACK!!!-as he plunged balls-deep into me. "Uh yeah Dad," Harrison approached us. "Remember we were supposed to get together tonight after you closed the shop? You didn't show. I kept texting you for the last hour or so but you never replied." Harrison looked around the shop, seeing my parTy kit on the counter. "I even called a few times," he was talking slower now, looking at my overnight travel bag on the floor, the contents of my parTy kit alongside some used razors on the counter, and at us. "...but your damn phone kept going to voicemail." He saw the glass pipe and lifted it, turning it side to side, looking in the bowl, then at us, fucking in the cracked mirror reflection. "What the fuck." Harrison looked at me, my head turned to the side on the chair, trying to follow through in the conversation in this very surreal situation. His father was lost with the biTch and kept fucking me as if this was just what you did when your grown son came for a visit at your place of business. I continued to groan. "So wait a minute...I cancelled on you," he pointed the glass pipe at me as if it were another digit in his left hand. "And he was a no-show," Harrison pointed the pipe at his dad now, "and somehow you BOTH are here and parTyjng?!?" "LIKEWHATDAFUKKK?!?" Now it was Harrison's voice booming in the shop. "Let me try," I started to reply in a broken stance, "...to explain," I groaned again, trying to twist my upper body slightly so I could face Harrison. WACK!!! Another hard slap and this one STUNG bad that I turned away quickly, feeling him push and pull harder, faster, sudden pain wiped away by intense pleasure that I forgot Harrison was even with us. "SHUTDAFUKUP BOYS!!!" His voice was deafening, commanding, controlling. "Harrison it don't matter how we met. I don't even care how you two met! All I care about is this fuckin' amazing manpussy he got and what it is doin' to my dick!" He pushed in hard. "Now quit playin' with that pipe and light it up!" He did as his father commanded. Harrison added a few big shards to the glass pipe. They were too large to fit inside the tiny hole of the top of the bowl so he slid them into the long stem, until they rattled into the bottom curve of the glass bowl, making the tiniest of noises that only I seemed to hear it in my heightened state. I turned my head, staring. He carefully lit it with the torch, rocking the bowl back and forth as his dad was oblivious to all of this, his cock getting harder inside me. I was surveying the situation, lost between the actual sensations of finally being fucked, being so spun from all the booty bumps and incessant cock teasing from earlier, and this bizarre unexpected twist to the summer evening. The bowl transformed from being partially clear to a small sphere of mist, lovely grey and white condensed clouds forming inside. Harrison took slow deep breaths, inhaling carefully as the smoke rapidly moved down the stem and into his mouth. Everything appeared magnified to me as if my eyes had magically adjusted into micro-zoom. I could see details of the bottom of the bowl, partially discolored from previous over-heating. Part of the stem nearest the bowl was caked with dried crystal almost casting it completely that it became opaque. Harrison continued to feed on the pipe, practicing slow inhales that seemed endless. Finally he lowered the pipe and walked over beside us, leaning down near me, grabbing my chin firmly, his face approaching mine, his eyes closing. I turned my head up and our lips met, his soft lips pushed against mine, opening them silently with a gentle force until his mouth completely covered mine. And then the magical mist, unseen, thick and heavy, entered my mouth. I breathed in deeply, so deep and concentrated that I inadvertently contracted my hole for a moment and felt his father's massive thick tool roughly fucking me. It hurt for a second, but only for that mere moment, as the effects of the shotgun smoke started to have effect quickly. Harrison and I exchanged the smoke back and forth several times, slowly, softly. Finally he pulled away from me, my lips parted wider, wanting him back as he stood up, head cocked back, mouth open, as the sinister fog floated from his mouth to the ceiling, almost in slow motion, glowing a faint light green from the fluorescent lighting. "THAT'S MY BOY!!!" He yelled again, startling us. Harrison turned his head suddenly looking at his father. His eyes looked dazed. The bITch was now with the son and the father. He smiled at his dad. It was a mischievous grin that I was all too familiar with having played with him a few times since we met earlier in the spring. The son disappeared in front of me and in his place was my FFuck buddy, standing beside us rubbing his crotch with a growing bulge. "Ain't that manhole special, huh Dad?" Harrison continued to massage his bulge. The earlier sense of shock and surprise in his voice had faded, now replaced by a lazy, soft tone of acceptance. Harrison spoke with a wrapped edge of anticipation. "FUKKKYEAH!!!" His dad replied. "I've been preppin'his hole for the last hour or so. Gettin' your friend here.." WACK!!! Another sudden slap on my ass stung me hard. "...all loose and open to take my Daddy dick! And he sure is a hungry muthafukka!" He pushed in HARD. "Oh fuck yeah," Harrison moaned. He started to peel off his tshirt, tossing it aside, unveiling his body, a slightly lighter toned version of his father, but a bit more muscled and hairier. His chiseled chest was covered in a dense fur of curly black hair with a ripped torso. His face was clean shaven with a strong square jaw resembling his father in many ways except for the fact that he had a shaved head. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans, quickly pulling that off with his underwear. He was now completely naked, stroking himself. "Fuck that hole," he said, cheering his father on. The father pushed in harder and with force that my body jerked foreword again. He pulled almost all the way out quickly, and then just as suddenly, dived back inside my hole so deep, that I felt his balls slap against my ass. Hard and fast, hard and fast. His pace continued like this for awhile and my hole and my head were getting so lost in the incredible sensations that the shop seemed to go all dark, covered in shadows, the tint of the green fluorescent lighting fading away. My eyes seemed to be shutting itself slowly in response. And then he pulled almost all the way out again. But instead of plunging back inside my hungry hole, he stayed there with just the head at my entrance. The bulbous uncut head seemed enormous now. He seemed to be pulsing his cock. He wasn't cumming. It was a deliberate motion to get the slightest increase of girth of his dickhead. And I felt every amazing moment of it as my sensations were so heightened. His pulsing of the head and the slight and slow movements of his dick head going in and out of my hole was unbelievable. It was like a sequel to his earlier teasing but now he had gotten my hole accustomed to it that I started to play along, contracting and loosening my hole as he pulsed his dick. We were both groaning. "See how he likes that?" He motioned to his son, almost pulling the head all the way out before he carefully pushed it in my hole, just past the ridge of his uncut head. I opened my eyes and turned, observing Harrison who was now approaching us closer on the chair. He repeated the careful strokes a few more times. "Fuck Dad!" Harrison exclaimed, all excited. I looked at his eyes and recognized thaT hunger inside him. "Look how his manpussy asslips wrap around your cock when you pull out!" Harrison leaned in even closer, his hand reaching over. I looked in the mirror and he started to gently caress my asslips that were all slick with my manhole juice. He licked his fingers and brought it back to us, slowly touching my very sensitive asslips with the tip of his moistened finger, gliding it around, feeling how soft and turned on it was. Harrison licked his fingers. "Fukin' beautiful," his dad declared. And then he pulled out so rapidly that I didn't have to time to adjust to the sudden shock of being empty. He pulled away from me, stepped off the chair base platform and stood up straight on the floor of the shop. It all happened so quickly. I was still staring in the mirror and could see my manhole was so open, like a small mouth, pulsing, like it was trying to speak...begging silently to be filled. Before I could actually say anything, Harrison stepped onto the chair base platform, adjusted himself and pointed his dick at my hole. He pushed slowly at first, that I groaned, both in excitement and silently also in disappointment, my mind flashing in an instant that the son would be like his father and torment me further with more cock teasing. And just as that thought was stretching into some other unspoken mental tangent, Harrison PLUNGED IN HARD. OHFUKYEAHHHHH.... He went in hard and deep, rapid and furious, so fast and rigid that everything that had occurred before with his father seemed like some planned set-up. But I knew that was just the paranoia of the biTch settling in for a moment. I let the thought pass quickly and deliberately as the pounding on my needy manhole took all of mind's attention, the sudden shift of nervous thoughts to excited sensations overwhelming me. "Oh fukkk," Harrison moaned, continuing to pummel me with such force that it looked like an assault in the mirror. His father stepped around us, now holding the glass pipe, carefully lighting it as he observed us in action. "THAT'S MY BOY!!!" He yelled again, then took a deep, slow drag from the stem. He continued to walk around us, smoking from the pipe casually, leaning in every now and then to observe his son's long cock fucking me. And then he was in front of me, leaning in abruptly, his head appearing to grow larger and larger as he neared, his right hand grabbing firm on my head, pulling me to his face, his large mouth consuming mine, a heavy dense smoke exhaling into my lungs. I could only close my eyes. It was the only sense of control I had. His face never disengaged from mine. I exhaled the smoke back to him and he kept it in his lungs for a long moment, my mind wandering, so spun, that time had faded. His mouth was like a vice that I could not separate from him so I instinctively breathed through my nose, taking in rapid breaths, inadvertently pulling the smoke back into my mouth as his son stretched my hole. WACK!!! Another unexpected slap, this time hard on my face that I coughed hard, the thick smoke coming out of my mouth in one large exhale, so thick that his crotch faded behind the clouds. "Stay with us Boy," he commanded, he grabbed my chin with his free hand firmly, staring into my glazed eyes. "The fun is just startin'." WACK!!!

GRADUATION NIGHT PART 2 NOTE: If you haven’t already done so, I would recommend reading “Graduation Night” first, so that you will better know the people involved. Thank you, I hope you enjoy As we were being carried away I looked over Jordan’s shoulder to see a young well-built man climbing on to the picnic table where Emily was lying recovering from her deflowering by Aaron and her first orgasm. The man shoved his penis into her semen filled vagina. A line seemed to be forming of naked men waiting their turn. I could hear Emily’s screams of pain and ecstasy and cries of “Fuck Her, Knock her up!!” as we entered the house. We were brought into the house and taken to a large bathroom. James turned on the shower and we all got in. When I stood I could feel more of Jordan’s semen leaking out of my hole and I could see it running down my leg. Paul still seemed slightly in a daze after his virginity had been taken. James held him up and Jordan and I washed his body. There were still streaks of his own cum in his hair and dried patches of blood and James’s cum on his ass and legs. He looked younger and more innocent standing there naked than I had ever seen. Jordan came up from behind him and started kissing him. Paul laid back in his arms and moaned softly. James pushed me up against the wall of the shower and kissed me forcefully. I reached up and wrapped my fingers in his dreadlocks. His body felt wonderful against mine and I felt that incredibly long penis pressed against my stomach. “Let’s get some rest” Jordan said and we all dried off. As we walked out of the bathroom we passed a large sliding glass door. I could look out and see Emily lying on the ground with another man taking her from behind while Aaron held her. I could hear her screams of pleasure through the window. Aaron told me later that at least twenty men had pumped their seed into her that night. We were led to a bedroom with a huge king sized bed. Paul and I were next to each other in the middle with Jordan next Paul and James next to me. They wrapped their arms around us and we fell asleep. I woke up and saw it was morning. I was wrapped in James’ arms and I could see Jordan holding Paul. James began to kiss my neck and I could feel his semi hard penis pressed against my ass and up on my back. Feeling it against made me wonder how he ever drilled it into Paul’s smaller body and how it would feel inside of me. Paul opened his eyes and seemed confused on his whereabouts. Jordan pulled him closer and he seemed to relax. “We want to breed you again,” Jordan whispered. My heart started beating rapidly and I looked at Paul. The frightened look returned to his face. I reached over and grabbed his arm and said “I’m here, don’t be afraid”. James pulled me back to him and began kissing me, his tongue went deep in my mouth and I moaned with anticipation. I don’t know if Paul answered but I began to hear him whimper softly. Suddenly we heard the doorbell ring. Both James and Jordan looked at each other with a puzzled look. “Who the fuck could that be”, James mumbled. We could hear someone walking down the hallway towards the door and I assumed it was Aaron. He opened the door and spoke to someone. I could clearly hear the person say “I’m looking for my brother and his friends, they didn’t come home last night and their parents are worried”. My heart seemed to stop! I recognized the person voice at the door, “It’s my brother Elijah” I blurted out. Elijah was 20 years old. He was probably the most handsome of my brothers, standing about 6 feet 3 inches and weighing about 180 pounds. His brown hair was neatly trimmed and his blue eyes were piercing. Elijah had “turned his life over to God” when he was younger. Now he was a student at the nearby seminary studying to become a pastor. Elijah lived a very religious life and didn’t have many friends and to my knowledge never even dated. I couldn’t believe it when I heard Aaron tell him we were here in the house and he invited Elijah to come in. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and suddenly the door opened and in walked Elijah with Aaron. Time seemed to stand still. “What in God’s name are you doing Caleb!!” Elijah screamed. His shock was clear on his face. There in front of him lay his little brother totally naked in the arms of a “god like” black man with a penis that was hardening by the second. Paul was lying there as well and he screamed…”Run Elijah!” It was too late. Aaron gave Elijah a shove into the room and onto the bed and pulled the door shut behind him. “Fresh meat boys” he said while taking off his own clothes. Elijah tried to regain his footing but James let go of me and pinned him down on his back. “Let me go!! What are doing??” Elijah pleaded angrily . Aaron was moving quickly and he stripped off the sandals Elijah was wearing and then practically ripped his shorts and underwear from his body. Elijah tried to force James off of him but it was hopeless. Jordan leaned down and told Elijah to calm down and enjoy the experience. Aaron grabbed Elijah’s legs, spread them apart. “Wow, sweet asses must run in the family” Aaron said as he buried his tongue into his exposed hole. Elijah gasped and screamed “Stop, please dear God, stop it!” Jordan ordered Paul to rip off Elijah’s shirt and he obeyed. Now everyone in the room was naked and I realized I was getting hard. Jordan began to suck on Elijah’s neck and nipples as Aaron continued to work over his ass. James leaned over and began sucking on the opposite side of Elijah’s body. He began struggling less. His eyes were wide open with fear. Jordan reached over and pulled Paul over. He laid Paul across Elijah’s chest to help hold him down, but also to let him start working over Paul’s tiny hole to get him ready for what was coming. Elijah was crying now and every few seconds would plead to be let go, but no one was paying attention. Paul was moaning as Jordan first sucked on Elijah’s body then rammed his long tongue into Paul’s hole. I was sitting there just watching and began to feel like the odd man out. Aaron grabbed me by my hair and kissed me forcefully shoving his tongue, fresh out of Elijah’s ass, into my mouth. Aaron then grabbed my head and shoved it next to Elijah’s soft penis…”Get him hard!” he ordered. I took his penis into my mouth and began to suck and lick it. “No Caleb, don’t do that, I’m your brother”, he cried. I kept sucking and licking and it began to harden and I heard Elijah moan for the first time. “That’s a good boy, relax and enjoy this moment,” Jordan said softly to Elijah. “Soon you will feel the warmth of our poison seed inside that beautiful body and you will be ours.” Jordan pressed his lips up against Elijah’s mouth and he resisted, but with me sucking his penis, Aaron tonging his ass and James sucking on his neck and nipples, Elijah’s mouth began to open and allow Jordan’s tongue to enter. He moaned again, this time louder. The sound of my brother moaning while being kissed seemed to get everyone’s attention. Jordan, James and Aaron were all hard as rocks and pre cum was leaking from all three. I really wanted James to take me. The length of his penis excited me and I wanted to feel it inside of me if it could fit. I thought Aaron was about to take my brother’s virginity, but Jordan had other ideas. “I know you want him Aaron but I want to rip this virgin hole open first”, Jordan said. Elijah looked at the giant penis that stuck out from between Jordan’s legs. His eyes opened wide and he began to cry and beg “Please let me go, I’m not gay, this is wrong, I’m a minister and this is not what is right, I don’t want to be infected…please dear God make them let me go.” Aaron looked disappointed but Jordan pointed to Paul and said “Take the little one and rip him up inside, give him a fucking he’ll never forget.” We were being paired up and Elijah was shaking and sobbing with fear. Aaron leapt across the bodies on the bed and grabbed Paul by the hair. Paul let out a yelp and Aaron shoved Paul’s mouth up against his penis. Paul opened his mouth and Aaron shoved it in hard and deep, he gagged and Aaron pulled back and pushed in again. Aaron grabbed Paull’s hair with both hands forcefully pummeled Paul’s mouth. James grabbed me and pushed me on my back and pinned me with his beautiful body. The entire length of his penis was trapped between us. I grabbed his neck and pulled him to my face and we kissed passionately. He reached over to his left where Elijah lay with Jordan sucking on his neck so hard a bruise was forming. James slid a finger into Elijah’s saliva coated hole. Elijah screamed “It hurts!! Stop Please!!” James’s laughed and said “Wow, he is super tight. You never get that monster in this one.” “It’ll open or rip, one of the two, “Jordan chuckled. The intensity of the sex was increasing by the second. Paul’s mouth was being ravaged by Aaron’s penis and Jordan had Elijah flipped on his stomach as he lubricated his tiny hole with his tongue. James had slid his head down between my legs and was plunging his tongue in and out of me. I was laying with my face just inches from Elijah’s. Tears were flowing from his beautiful blue eyes. He reached out for me and grabbed my arm. “What’s going to happen to me Caleb, what is he going to do to me” he said softly. “He’s going to breed you Elijah, it’s going to hurt at first but you will end up loving the feeling of him inside of you and the feeling of his warm semen filling you up,” I said trying to reassure him. I looked over at him. His long smooth body was flat on the bed. He was a beautiful young man. He held my hand as Jordan began to shove one, then two fingers inside him. Elijah winced then let out a long moan and he squeezed my hand harder. Jordan’s gigantic penis with the metal ring through its huge head was now fully hard. It looked even bigger then when he had taken me. I couldn’t believe it had once been inside me. I heard a scream from the other part of our bed. It was Paul. Aaron had flipped Paul on his back, spread his legs apart and rammed his penis all the way in without any lube or saliva. Paul was digging his hands into the mattress and his toes were curled nearly into a ball as Aaron pulled out and rammed the full length back in again. “OH MY GOD!!” Paul screamed each time he was entered. Only Aaron’s pre cum and the blood inside of Paul’s hole provided the lubrication. Elijah grabbed my arm hard. His eyes were full of fear as he watched Paul’s small body surrender to the onslaught. “Is that what’s going to happen to me?” he asked. I told him Jordan would be gentle, not knowing if it was the truth or not. Aaron pulled out of Paul, grabbed him by the hair and roughly pushed him face down with his head on Elijah’s chest. Aaron spit on his penis and rammed it back in. After one or two screams from Paul, the change began. The screams became moans. Instead of resisting Paul was trying to take in as much of Aaron’s penis as he could. He raised his head up and wrapped his arms around Elijah to brace himself against Aaron’s forceful slams. Paul’s was gone now, all he wanted was more of Aaron’s penis. The slap of Aaron’s balls against Paul’s ass and the passionate moaning of both of them filled the room. Aaron began to growl. It was time to impregnate Paul with his poison semen. Paul’s eyes rolled back into his head. BREED ME!! BREED ME! He screamed. James pushed my head towards Paul’s penis. He told me to take it in my mouth and when Paul shot his load to hold it in my mouth and not swallow it. “TAKE MY CUM YOU LITTLE BITCH” Aaron screamed and his body convulsed violently as he shot deep inside Paul. “OH GOD FILL ME PLEASE!!” Paul’s penis was so hard. I took it in my mouth and felt the first shot of Paul’s orgasm hit the back of my throat. It was followed by two more pulses of semen and both he and Aaron collapsed on top of Elijah. My mouth was full of Paul’s warm load and some dripped out of my mouth onto Elijah’s face. “Use that cum to lube me up to fuck your brother,” Jordan told me. I willingly let the semen run out of my mouth on to Jordan’s hard penis which was pulsing and ready to plunge into my brothers virgin body. “Now lick Aaron’s cum out of Paul’s ass and use it to lube your brother’s cunt”, Jordan ordered. I leaned over to Paul’s ass. His hole was still wide open from the pounding it had taken. Aaron’s cum was leaking from it mixed with Paul’s blood. I lapped up as much as I could and moved between Elijah’s long legs. James pulled Elijah’s legs back and I deposited the cum and blood onto Elijah’s quivering hole. I lubed it the best I could and Elijah moaned in both disgust and pleasure. Jordan moved in and I took one last look at his tiny opening. In moments I knew it would never be the same again. Elijah’s entire body shook as Paul and Aaron each took a leg and spread him open. I kept myself positioned so I could see both the penetration which was about to occur but also watch my beautiful brother’s face as he became impaled and impregnated. “Please, please don’t hurt me”, Elijah pleaded. Jordan’s monstrous but beautiful penis approached its target. It glistened with the Paul’s semen and the huge ring at its tip had a long string of Jordan’s pre cum hanging from it. Jordan pressed the ring against Elijah’s hole and I remember feeling that same thing when Jordan ripped me open. I grabbed Elijah’s hand and squeezed. “It’ll be okay”, I assured him. I lied. Jordan began pushing forward and Elijah’s hole tried to keep the giant intruder out. Elijah was breathing fast as his ass began to surrender. I could see the hole expanding as the ring sank slowly inside of him. Elijah screamed. Jordan pushed forward and I could actually hear a tearing sound as the head continued to expand the once tiny hole. His body went rigid and his scream was deafening. Elijah’s hands dug into the bed and his back arched. Jordan pushed forward and I heard more tearing and then a pop as Elijah’s ass gave in to the oversized head of Jordan’s beautiful penis. The entry continued as the rock hard penis began to follow the head into Elijah’s lean body. Elijah’s screams of “No!” “No!” “No!” filled the room. “Spread his legs”, Jordan commanded. Paul and Aaron, who was hard again watching the sight of Elijah’s deflowering, pulled Elijah’s legs apart and Jordan rammed himself all the way in. His balls rested on Elijah’s ass. The screaming stopped. Elijah’s head was snapped back, his beautiful blue eyes wide open and his mouth was open as if to scream but nothing would come out. I knew what he was feeling and I nearly had an orgasm just watching. Jordan slowly began to pull back out of Elijah’s hole and as he did red fluid oozed out of Elijah staining the sheet. From the amount, I suspected Jordan had torn him up badly inside. Like Paul and I had been, my brother was now totally vulnerable to the poison Jordan was about to pound into him. As he pulled back Elijah groaned deeply. When only the tip was left inside Jordan slammed back into Elijah. This time the scream came out and he pleaded for Jordan to stop. “You’ve got the tightest hole I’ve ever had”, Jordan said. For some reason I felt jealousy that mine hadn’t been his tightest. Jordan wrapped his muscled arms around Elijah’s body and pulled him tightly against him. Paul and Aaron let go of his legs which remained stiff sticking straight up into the air. Then Jordan began to slowly begin a rhythm of pushing in and pulling out. Elijah screamed over and over and thrashed back in forth trying to free himself from Jordan’s relentless assault. There was a loud slap as Jordan’s scrotum would hit Elijah’s ass. It seemed to take longer than normal but slowly Elijah’s legs relaxed and wrapped around Jordan’s glistening back. His hands, which had been clutching the sheets, moved to Jordan’s body and began to rub the flexing muscles. “You are starting to enjoy this aren’t you baby”, Jordan whispered. Elijah moaned out a “Yeahhh”. Jordan leaned forward and kissed Elijah. His mouth opened willingly this time and he grabbed Jordan tightly. The pounding he was giving Elijah was unbelievable. Elijah was now totally Jordan’s. “YES!!” “YES!!” “YES!!” was all Elijah could say each time Jordan’s penis hit bottom. His blue eyes were wide open and glistened. “OH God this is the sweetest ass I’ve ever bred”, Jordan moaned. “Do you want my poison cum in you?” Jordan screamed. “Please Please Please shoot it in me”. Jordan grabbed Elijah as tight as he could. He arched his back and seemed to growl. “Oh Shit!! I’m going to cum so fucking hard!! “YOU”RE GETTING SO BIG!!” Elijah screamed. Jordan’s entire body began to convulse as he emptied himself deep inside of Elijah’s torn open ass. “FUCK” “FUCK” was all he could say as he continued to spray his poison semen inside. “Oh God it feels so good. I can feel you filling me. It’s so warm!!” Elijah cried out and his penis erupted shooting semen up on to his own face and mouth. I greedily bent over and licked it off and my brother and I began to kiss. “It felt so good Caleb”, Elijah said to me as he tried to regain his composure. Jordan pulled his beautiful penis out of Elijah. It was dripping with semen and blood. He climbed up toward us and Elijah and I gently licked it clean. Now it was my turn I hoped. “I’ve never had the chance to fuck two brothers at once, so I guess this is my chance”, James said. I was stunned by that. I thought the pounding Elijah had taken was enough for one day. Elijah was still breathing hard and look shocked by what James said. I really wasn’t sure what he had in mind. James ordered me to stand up and I did. Then he grabbed Elijah and flipped him on his stomach. He then dragged him to the edge of the bed so his long legs were resting on the ground and his upper body was flat on the bed. It was then that I got my first look at Elijah’s ravaged hole. It was still partially open and you could see Jordan’s thick poison semen mixed with blood oozing out and running down his leg. Elijah’s hole was twitching as it struggled to the return to the size it had once been before the monstrous penis split it open. James shoved a pillow under Elijah’s stomach to help raise his ass. James then told me to lie face down on top of Elijah so that I straddled him and my ass was directly above his ass. I looked at James and he was totally engorged. His penis had to be 15 inches long and although not as thick as Jordan’s it still was extremely large. I shivered thinking about how he would try to shove it all the way into my body. I could feel Elijah’s rapid breathing underneath me. His body was warm and damp from the sexual workout it had just received. He felt good and I could feel my penis harden up against his lower back. I looked over at Aaron who was rock hard again and Paul who was trying to lick and suck Jordan’s now limp penis back to life. James walked up behind us and aimed himself at Elijah’s oozing hole. He had no lube or saliva on it. I realized he just planned to use Jordan’s semen as the lubrication. He began to push in and I felt Elijah’s body stiffen. “Oh God!! Oh God!! Oh God!!” was all he could say. James pushed in until his scrotum met Elijah’s ass. Elijah moaned and turned his head to me. “He’s so deep Caleb, it feels like he’s in my stomach”. I grabbed Elijah’s face and kissed him. As James began to pull out and push in our kiss became more frantic and passionate. I could hear the wet sounds of their two bodies coming together. Elijah’s moans filled the room and I could see Jordan was now hard again and using Paul’s mouth. I was shaking in anticipation waiting to feel James inside of me. I could feel him shift his position and Elijah moaned as James pulled his penis out. I felt pressure on my hole and waited for the feeling I craved. James was not taking it slowly. With one motion he drove his cum and blood covered shaft into me. It seemed to keep getting deeper and deeper. The pain was so intense I bit down on Elijah’s neck and he let out a scream. “He fucking drew blood’, Aaron said. I couldn’t have ever anticipated the feeling inside of me. He was so deep I though he would push through my body into my brother underneath me. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed hard back in again. “Elijah!! He’s so deep inside of me!!” I screamed. I wrapped my arms around my brother’s body to try and keep from being pushed off by James’s intense thrusts. Elijah grabbed my hands and turned and kissed me. Suddenly James grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back curving my spine almost into a “C”. He began to batter me like a wild man. This time it was me trying to scream and nothing would come out. “Jesus Christ James, don’t kill him”, Jordan yelled. The battering continued. Jordan then stepped in and told James to stop. “Let’s fuck them all together.” James pulled me off Elijah and flipped me on my back on the bed. Aaron turned Elijah over so he was on his back right next to me. “Goddamn I’ve wanted to fuck this beautiful piece of meat since he walked in the door,” Aaron said. Then Jordan picked up little Paul who looked like a child in his huge arms and threw him on his back on the other side of me on the bed. We were lying together on the bed with our bodies touching each other. Aaron was going to breed Elijah, James was ready to finish what he’d started with me and Paul, with the smallest body in the room was about to experience the biggest penis in the room. I lay there thinking how less than 24 hours ago Paul and I had been young nerdy virgins about to graduate and Elijah had been a minister in training. Now each of us had been ravaged by beautiful black men who had filled our torn asses with HIV infected semen which was probably already working into our bodies. I looked at innocent Paul, who yesterday would blush at the word sex, about to receive his third penis and third dose of the poison. I thought how we each feared the pain but now loved the feeling of a man inside of us. I looked at Paul and Elijah and saw that we were all hard and pre cum hung from my penis. Our legs were spread and actually intertwined. “Breeding time boys” Jordan growled. They entered us all at the same time. Aaron entered Elijah slowly and I heard a long moan of ecstasy come from both of them. James pushed back into me and again it seemed like it took forever for him to hit bottom. “Fuck your ass is sweet” James whispered to me and he kissed me. The soft moaning was suddenly overshadowed by the blood curdling scream from Paul as the monster ripped into him. I could hear sounds of what I thought were tearing flesh. He buried it all inside of Paul and Paul went limp. I reached over and grabbed his hand and he squeezed mine back. As Jordan pulled back for the second attack I grabbed Paul’s head and pulled him to me so we could kiss. Our kiss was cut short as the two beautiful black men we had only met hours ago began to pound their manhood into our young bodies. Aaron and Elijah were locked in an extremely passionate experience. They kissed and rubbed each other’s bodies as Aarons beautiful lean black body pushed into Elijah’s perfectly muscular ass. It was breathtaking to watch them together. Jordan and James were nearly synchronized as they tore into our two bodies. I could feel every inch of his penis so deep in me and could feel my penis getting so hard. I wanted him to explode in me and coat my insides with his fluids. Paul was beginning to moan in pleasure more than pain. Jordan was pounding him without mercy and Paul was taking every inch. The bed vibrated as the intensity of the sex increased by the second. As Aaron pushed into my brother, Elijah leaned over and took my penis into his mouth. ”Oh my god, that feels incredible Elijah!!” I moaned. Jordan suddenly grabbed Paul’s body and lifted him up. He pushed Paul up against the wall and thrust back and forth into Paul’s ass as fast as he could. Paul’s head and back were bouncing off the wall as Jordan slammed into him, “Breed me please Jordan, give me your poison!!” Paul pleaded. We all stopped to watch the incredible scene happening before us. We could clearly see Paul’s hole stretched wide around Jordan’s penis and saw him pull almost all the way out before impaling Paul again. Jordan was making strange sounds almost like a dog as he prepared to finish off Paul. Jordan screamed “Fuck Yes!!” and slammed as hard as he could “He’s cumming in me!! It’s so warm!” Paul moaned. We could see Jordan’s scrotum pulse as volley after volley of his seed shot into Paul. Paul was stretched so tightly the semen oozed out around Jordan’s penis. Paul frantically grabbed his own penis and it shot up into the air and on to the floor. They laid down back on the bed and Jordan pulled out of Paul. A large amount of blood mixed with semen rushed out and created a pool on the sheet. James had started back on me. Elijah continued to suck my penis as James picked up the tempo. Both Elijah and I were moaning. Aaron was grabbing the cheeks of Elijah’s beautiful ass as he slid in and out. I didn’t want the moment to stop. Both James and Aaron were getting close. Their breathing was fast and I realized that my brother and I could both be bred at the exact same moment. James was so hard and so deep. The penis exploring the deepest parts of me felt like nothing I had ever experienced. “Are you ready for my poison?” James screamed. “OH GOD YES!!” I screamed. James’ eruption was unbelievable. His rock hard penis throbbed and throbbed again. It felt like a hose shooting in me. “IT’S SO GOOD!” I yelled and I shot my semen into Elijah’s mouth and down his throat. With my penis still emptying into his mouth Elijah tried to scream as Aaron dug his finger nails into Elijah’s ass cheeks, drawing blood, and then emptied himself deep inside of my moaning brother. As Aaron filled Elijah his penis twitched and he shot a thick stream of semen hitting his own mouth and face. Aaron and James pulled out of our bodies leaving two more pools of blood and semen on the sheets. We all were exhausted and fell asleep in a tangle on the bed. My face was lying in Jordan’s semen and Paul’s blood, but I was too tired to care. We slept for quite a while. When I woke up Jordan, James and Aaron were not in bed. I could hear them talking and could smell food. I looked at the three of us lying on the bed. We all had dried semen and blood on our asses and on our legs. We had dried semen on our faces and in our hair. Paul had bruises on his back from when Jordan had battered him up against the wall. Elijah looked the worst. He had a large bruise on his neck and right nipple where he had been sucked, there were teeth marks and dried blood on his neck where I had bit him and deep rips and dried blood on his ass from Aaron’s fingernails when he gripped him during his orgasm. We got up together and walked to the bathroom. We showered together and helped each other remove the remnants of the morning orgy of sex. After drying off, Paul and I found our clothes that we had changed out of the night before. We slipped on underwear and jeans and walked to the kitchen. Elijah had put on his shorts and sandals. His shirt had been ripped off his body earlier so he was shirtless. When we got to the kitchen we were greeted by James and Jordan as well as two other men. They were friends of James and we were introduced. There was Sam, a very attractive white man, about 30 years old. Sam was a former professional basketball player. He stood about six feet nine inches tall and weighed about 230 pounds. He had blond neatly trimmed hair, blue eyes and his very fit body appeared nicely tan. The other man was David. He appeared to be of mixed race both black and Asian. He who was about 25 years old and was an Olympic class swimmer. His hair was cut close to his head and he appeared to be about six feet two inches tall and about 190 pounds. He was shirtless and was already in a tight fitting swimsuit with a huge bulge in front. His body was flawless and I think my heart skipped a beat when he shook my hand. James offered to make eggs, bacon and toast for us and we agreed. While he was cooking Paul and I stepped outside to try and find our bathing suits. As we walked to the pool we passed the picnic table where it all began the evening before. The blanket was still on the table and you could plainly see the dried fluids that marked the spots where our virginity ended. I could still feel that first moment when Jordan entered me and picture the look on Paul’s face when James came inside of him. You could also see the spot where Emily’s vagina was filled by Aaron and so many other men. Emily’s bathing suit laid on the ground but there was no sign of her. We recovered our suits and walked back to the house. I knew I was hungry and the eggs would be good. When we walked into the kitchen we were greeted with an amazing site. Sam stood naked in front of us, he was a muscular god. Elijah lay face down in a plate of uneaten eggs on the table, his shorts around his ankles. Sam already had about half of a 13 inch extremely thick penis embedded inside Elijah who was moaning and twisting lying in the plate of hot food. “Fuck the shit out of him Sam! He loves cock”, Jordan said and laughed. Sam slammed into Elijah who screamed “Oh God, you’re tearing me in half!!” I could see a biohazard symbol on Sam’s lower back. David’s bulge was now pushing out of the top of his swimsuit. I looked for a tattoo but there was none. Jordan saw me looking and laughed “Don’t worry baby he’s positive too. In fact I knocked him up on this very floor not long ago, didn’t I David” He smiled and said “Fuck yeah, Jordan was the first man to fuck me and it was incredible, but you guys already know that don’t you?” David dropped his swimsuit and a beautiful ten inch penis with a ring in the tip, just like Jordan’s, sprang out. I knew then that we were what was for breakfast as Jordan and James shoved Paul and me face first into our plates of food and ripped off our pants. With Elijah’s loud moans in the background, I looked over at Paul as David approached him from behind. I closed my eyes and waited my turn.

He grabbed me almost violently, yanking on my jock waistband as if it was a leash attached to a pet collar. He pushed and shoved my body forcefully, rearranging my position on the barber's chair, so suddenly, that I hadn't realized I had been standing for a second before I was pushed HARD back on the chair. He manhandled me, arranging my elbows so they were now resting on the seat, my upper body parallel to the cushion, my chest pressed on the leather, my head facing forward. I saw it before I felt it. It was in the mirror a foot or so way from me but it may as well have been a telescopic vision as it looked obscenely large, as if that was even possible. The head seemed fatter and engorged. Had it gotten bigger since it had been in my mouth moments ago? Or how long ago was THAT? The warm still air in the shop, mixed with the scents of our sweaty bodies with the antiseptic and grooming product aromas lingering around us, seemed to be playing tricks on my perception. We both were sweating profusely, beads of perspiration trickling from me, adding another layer of sheen to the worn leather of the chair. I looked at him in the mirror and from my viewing angle, the reflection of his head was cut in the diagonal crack in the glass. His left eye appeared normal, the other eye on the face was off centered with the iris and pupil appearing to be consumed in black. The thick uncut cockhead entered without any restriction. I am not even sure I felt it as my hunger had been building for quite a long time now that I wondered if this was really happening or some deranged wishful thinking. His thick dick slid into my hole, sans spit or other lubrication other than my own natural manhole juice I was creating from my hunger. I turned my gaze from the mirror and tried to balance myself in the forced position on the chair. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at his strange reflection anymore. I wanted to savor the sensation of his thick dick throbbing at my hole, in the blackness of my mind, unobstructed by my visual distractions. My heartbeat seemed to be getting louder as I took a deep breath. "You been askin' for THIS, huh Boy?" The dick head remained where it was at the entrance of my very hungry manhole. "How it feelin'?" "Fuck!" I exclaimed, my eyes still shut. "It feels great! It feels so thick, nice and fat!" I squirmed a little wanting to get more of that shaft inside me. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, daring him. He grabbed the waistband of my jock, pulling again on them tightly with such FORCE that my back and upper body suddenly jerked. "DON'T BE FUCKIN' TELLIN' ME WHAT TO DO!!!" He yelled angrily. "I told you earlier : you ain't makin' the rules here. YA HEAR?!?" Outside a car on the avenue seemed to swerve as I heard the sounds of tires running hard and violently against the road surface. The summer evening humidity creeped in from the street, under the locked shop door, crawling on the linoleum floor and up the barber"s chair. He yanked hard on my jock again and then with his right hand shoved my upper body forward that my weight crashed on itself, my elbows unfolding, my chest hitting the warm seat of the chair. My left arm slammed against the hard metal side of the chair. A sharp intense pain came over me. I felt his thick cockhead trace against my asslips again and any discomfort I had just experienced seemed to quickly evaporate. He carefully moved his dickhead against my opening, just slowly, up and down, up and down but with a little pressure so it felt as if the bulbous head would enter at any moment. All he had to do was push. But he didn't. Instead he repeated this tease over and over, toying with me. I squirmed as it all felt magnificent. Suddenly, he shoved his thick shaft into me HARD and swift. And as open, as hungry as my hole was, it still took me by surprise, the roughness of the entry mixed with his sudden forcefulness and change of tone. But I didn't care. A feeling of exasperation and fulfillment came over me as if the inner heat from the large booty bump from earlier was finally subsisting, like smoldering sparks of a raging fire finally settling down. But the heat was still there. He stayed in his current position, barely moving. I finally opened my eyes and turned my head to gaze at our reflection. His head was cocked back, his arms extended, holding on to my waistband of my jock. His eyes were closed now and I could see he was muttering under his breath so low, that I barely heared him. I was only aware of it as I saw the slow movement of his thick lips in his reflection. "Muthafukka...muthafukka...," he whispered to himself. There was a slight sensation of rocking as I sensed his thick dick head sliding inside me but barely an inch was entering me, in and out, in and out. My hole was just so sensitive that everything felt MAGNIFIED. I was rolling my head uncontrollably on the chair, the cheek on my face rubbing against the leather. The dampness of my sweat made the leather feel slick. His subtle fucking continued at this slow pace. I was satisfied that he was finally inside me. I looked at the mirror again and was surprised to see most of his thick shaft OUTSIDE of me. The cock head was sliding in and out of my hole, stretching my asslips as he would pull out, the soft flesh swollen and clinging to this thick shaft, sliding in and out. He was b a r e l y in me. And yet I was feeling completely turned on by his limited entry. The thickness of the cock head, his deliberately slower pace, and the constant pushing and pulling at my asslips was providing a new sensation. It was like the stretch when someone was fisting me but less so and yet more intense at the same time. He kept going, slowly, methodically, in some studied rhythm. I kept watching our reflection, impressed at his skill and how he was making my hole feel with just the limited entry. I could sometimes see the edge of his foreskin wrapped tight and pulled back at the rim of his forehead as he pulled out carefully. And then it would disappear as he would plunge back into my willing and hungry hole. Whatever fire that had been subsiding earlier seemed to slowly creep back in as the effect of the booty bump would rise and fall, like a tide washing in. The engorged dark shaft appeared larger again. The heat in the shop and inside me from all the drugs were all playing with my perception. The fact that his cock was only partially inside with just the head carefully going in and out made his shaft appear longer in the mirror. It was like a camera trick and yet what I was experiencing between my legs only seemed to substantiate it. His skill made my hole so content and filled, even if it was only a few inches of his bulbous cockhead entering me. I didn't want it to end, it felt so good. I could have stayed in this position forever. The shaft pushed and pulled slowly, quickly, slowly again and then VIOLENTLY. Every now and then he would shove HARD all the way inside me. My body would jerk forward by the sudden assault, the shock and surprise of the feeling of his mass and volume completing me. And before I could really savor it, before I could relax my inner muscles of my hole to let him gain more entry, before I could mentally visualize it all inside me-he would pull out quickly. "How's that special pussy feelin' now?" He suddenly spoke, the deep voice penetrating the silence and warm, still air in the room. He pushed in carefully and pulled out in the same fashion. I moaned. It was all I could utter in response. He lunged in HARD again, shoving my upper body forward on the chair. I caught my breath, but barely had time to feel his thickness and mass inside me again before he suddenly pulled all the way out. He retreated so quickly and violently that if felt more criminal that he would leave me so empty, so void. The unexpected emptiness was almost painful as my manhole pulsed from the shock, my heart beat coming back in a loud drum, louder and louder as if it was a soundtrack to the sudden turn of events. I looked in the mirror. My face couldn't conceal my silent disappointment, my hunger. He pulled away from the chair and grabbed the poppers bottle that he had set aside earlier on the counter. "Get up Boy!" He commanded. I took a deep breath and slowly applied pressure on my arms to push me upwards from the chair. I took another careful, deep breath. My heart was beating faster and faster. I swear the sound was thundering in the room. His left arm suddenly grabbed me by my jock waistband as he helped me off the chair. I stood in front of him, trying to regain my balance from the change of position and dizziness. "Get that broom and dustpan," he motioned to one corner of the shop. What?" I was puzzled, confused and still dizzy. "You heard me Boy." I walked to the corner, leaned down to the floor and grabbed the dustpan with my left hand and stood straight and grabbed the broom with my other arm. I looked at him, still bewildered. "Now get over here and get on your knees and sweep all that mess of your hairs around us." "You can't be serious," I instinctively replied, almost sarcastically. He suddenly stepped forward and slapped me HARD with his free hand. It happened so fast and unexpectedly that I dropped the dustpan, the metal banged on the floor and seemed to echo for a moment until it was enveloped by the air in the room that seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. In between us, on the ceiling, the fluorescent light snapped away again, almost on cue to that moment, the lighting in the room getting dimmer in an instant. "I ain't gonna tell you twice," he said slowly, sternly. I looked at him, almost angry, my heartbeat getting louder and louder. He wasn't smiling or moving. I looked at his thick uncut shaft, still erect and glistening from my hole's juices. I saw the firmness in his stare so I bent down again, this time with my whole body, kneeling on the linoleum floor, collecting the dustpan with my left hand and holding the broom with my other. "You know what to do," he instructed. This wasn't easy. For one, I was very high. Whatever fire I had inside me seemed to have been quickly reignited with the unexpected slap on my face. It still stung on my cheek, his sudden explosion on me. But it burned even more in the emptiness between my legs. I bent forward with my upper body so it was angled lower to the floor with my legs spread wide for balance as my arms tried to sweep the tiny black needles of my clipped hair that was scattered all around us. I couldn't use my arms to support my balance so I spread my legs further, using the weight of my lower body for support, my ass in the air. I heard him step behind me. I was too low now. I didn't have the advantage of the mirrors around us to observe the situation at this level. He paced around me as I could only see his bare legs and his big feet still wearing the beat-up sneakers. I saw the base of the barber's chair behind me and the other chairs around us. Somehow the light from the ceiling didn't seem to penetrate down this deep so the room from this perspective seemed darker, dirtier. He continued to step around me slowly until he was behind me. And then he bent down and I felt part of his large mass and weight of his upper body on my back. "I want those floors spotless," he leaned into my side, whispering in my right ear. Suddenly his hands were around my head, one hand holding the poppers under my nostrils. "You know what to do," he repeated. I breathed deep, deeper than I thought possible. And as alarmed as I was from his unexpected assault earlier, I still wanted to please him. He positioned the bottle under the left nostril, then the right. My breaths were long and focused. And then he placed the bottle one last time on the left side again. I took an even larger breath and inhaled as long as I could as my heart seemed to want to come out of my chest. I felt as if I was spinning even more as my head, now lower to the floor, seemed to accentuate the chemical fumes entering me. His weight on my back released itself from me as he positioned himself behind me. I heard him take his own deep, long breaths from the bottle and then a sound that made me realize he was inhaling the sharp, nasty air into his mouth. I heard him quickly seal the cap and set the bottle aside on the floor. "Sweep, Boy!" He yelled, his voice suddenly muffled as his mouth enveloped my hole, his hands at my ass cheeks, pulling them apart obscenely wide as he exhaled the poppers into my burning hole. It was like throwing a lit match into a pool of gasoline. My hole erupted in a new layer of heat, hunger and anticipation. I tried to do as he commanded but it was impossible. The haze of my earlier poppers intake, my body angle made me even more dizzy and unbalanced, and this new sensation on my manhole was too much to bear. I was trying to please him but regardless of how I tried I could barely get any of the mess of tiny hairs on the floor in the dustpan. One moment I would manage to push the broom to collect and push the tiny shreds of hair. The next moment, my daze and condition would take over me and I would spill the contents back on the floor making more of a mess. "Muthafukka...," he muttered, in between breaths, his tongue diving deep into my my now even, hungrier hole. Beads of sweat rained down from my head to the floor. How was it that it was hotter down at this level? Wasn't heat supposed to rise? Or maybe it was : from my head to my ass that was higher in my kneeling position. I was sweating so much that miniature pools were being created on the floor surface, my tiny black hairs floating and gliding around in the perspiration. The hairs appeared to multiply and take over the tiny lakes of sweat on the floor, almost like the blackness consuming his eyes from earlier. He devoured my manhole. He was like a madman speaking an unintelligible language in between my ass. The poppers we had shared was hitting me hard. My upper body-angled lower on the floor-only accentuated the intense dizziness and floating experience I was going through. And of course there was the massive booty bump from earlier and his uncut cockhead teasing that seemed to have gone on for an eternity that added to whatever I was now feeling. It was as if everything he did was some prolonged extra-sensory experience, some expected and heightened more than I was used to, and some completely unexpected, unscripted. I only wanted more. His fat tongue glided slowly up inside my hole. I could feel the thick tip of it enter me, licking on my upper manhole wall. There was a rough coarseness to his tongue that I could sense that contrasted to the soft, moist textures of the inside of my manhole. All my sensations seemed so heightened that I wasn't surprised I could fathom this. And then the tongue would exit, yet continue to lick away, the roughness sliding along the freshly shaved smooth skin around my pulsing manhole. There was the addition of his beard which was surprisingly stiff and bristling. It felt like a rake against my hole. Every movement of his mouth around my hole would illicit a mix of sharp intense prickling pain like hundreds of tiny needles stabbing my sensitive shaved skin. His saliva was mixing with the layer of sweat in between my hole and balls causing so much moistness I could feel it run down my inner thighs, thin rivers of sex sliding down my legs, connecting with the pools of our perspiration on the floor, my tiny black shreds of hairs sailing on the surface. And then he would pull his tongue into his mouth for a moment, wetting it with more with his saliva. His entire mouth would consume my hole and he would suck on it slowly. He sucked with a gentle force to create a vacuum. And then he would release it quickly so that a puckering sound, moist and wet, would come from between my legs. And then he would kiss my hole again with that big mouth and suck some more, creating the vacuum again and release it as suddenly as it had started. He repeated this over and over, the smack and wet noises getting louder, nastier, almost like a sordid rhythm. My manpussy was singing. It was driving me crazy with the dizziness in my head from everything. And just as I was really getting into the intense sensations, his tongue and mouth would suddenly retreat. It was like he knew I was riding on the feeling, almost at its peak, and just before I would hit that high note he would suddenly stop. It felt deliberate. It felt calculated. It felt fucking great. His hands would pull my ass further apart like he was tying to rip me in half. My hole felt wider, bigger. His fat tongue would invade me again. Harder, tougher, pushing with force to gain more entry. The fat, rough tongue would suddenly lap at my burning manhole, furiously flicking at such a pace that every lick felt like a moist stabbing at my hole. I was shaking uncontrollably from the over-stimulation. He was groaning as he ate my manhole, muttering under his breath. "Muthaaa..." The fat tongue would lap rapidly on my hole. "...fukkaaaa...." The tongue would dive deeper, harder. It was too much. I was on hyper-stimulation overload. I dropped the dustpan, the loud clanging of the metal hitting the floor rang in the shop. Little black hairs littered the floor. "WHAT THE..." His mouth pulled away from my hole, his hands pushing away from me. I turned my head slightly to see him suddenly kneel straight up, pulling away from my backside. "DIDN'T I SAY TO CLEAN THIS MESS?!?" His voice boomed in the space. SLAP!!! The sudden sting of his hand hitting my ass took me by surprise. He hit me with such force that my body jerked forward slightly from the assault. SLAP!!! Another swing on my other cheek. My heartbeat was back in the forefront, the rhythm beating faster, louder. The residue of the slaps on my ass burned. I sensed the heat building again as my manhole was left vacant of any activity. It seemed to protest the lack of tongue, dick, and fingers by burning more intensely. "Look at this fuckin' mess!" He complained, getting up now and circling around me. I adjusted my upper body, lifting it from its current lowered position. Suddenly I felt his right foot on my head, the dirty beat-up sneaker pushing on me. "Did I say you could stand up, Boy?" His foot applied more pressure, pushing my head lower and lower to the floor. I could not speak. The burning between my legs was getting more intense that I couldn't comprehend a reply. I nodded my head slightly in response as he continued to apply pressure with his foot, my head so low now that my left cheek was brushing against a pool of perspiration on the floor that was covered with my shredded black hairs. "You disappoint me Boy!" He removed his foot from my head and I heard him walk around me, kicking the broom away from us as it banged against one of the barber chairs and resettled against the corner floor. I lifted my head slightly, careful to not offend him. I so wanted to please him so he could continue with my burning, needy manhole. He lunged forward unexpectedly, his left foot now on my head, pressure applying itself until my face was again at the floor. I groaned. I was hating it and loving it at the same time. My manhole pulsed from the excitement. He grabbed the dustpan away from me and suddenly released his foot from my head. I exhaled a deep breath and turned my gaze silently watching him approach the counter, the dustpan in one hand, his thick uncut monster cock swaying as he moved. I tried not to look. I didn't want him hitting me again although the sudden assaults did excite me. I could feel my hole pulsing, needy for his attention. I heard water running from the shampoo sink station and wondered what he was doing. The water shut off and from my angle I could see he was approaching the counter. He was fumbling through my parrTy kit. He approached me again, the dirty best-up sneakers were now near my head. "You stay right there, Boy," he instructed. His right foot lifted and settled on my head again, more pressure this time that the side of my face was pushed to the linoleum surface, my cheek flattening parallel to the floor. He stood over me, his feet facing my shoulders, leaning forward as he bent down, getting on top of me so that his heavy cock and balls were resting on the back of my neck. I could smell the mustiness between his legs and my hole pulsed some more. He squatted over me as the mass and weight of his body pushed me further onto the floor. I felt one of his hands grab at my ass, roughly pulling my cheek aside. "What a fuckin' beautiful shaved pussy you got there," he said, proud of his work. I felt a new pressure on my manhole. It was thick and heavy and it was going inside me slowly, methodically. I was still dizzy and all his weight on me wasn't helping to comprehend the situation. I knew it wasn't his dick since his body was turned around in its current position. Like -WTF!?! And then I felt the BURN. O H F U C K. He was giving me YET another booty bump. Was he intentionally planning to get me so spun that I would be out of control? Clearly I had already went past that point much earlier. My head was crunched on the floor. My face was itching from the tiny needles of my trimmed hair that was now sticking to my cheek, my chin. I wanted so much to scratch my face yet I couldn't move as the BURNING between my legs only intensified. I stared across the room trying to gather some focus, some sense of normalcy to the situation that was far from normal. And all I could see across from me were shadows setting itself against the corner and slowly approaching, covering the shop further in the dimmed lighting. The mass and volume at my hole pressed in further, pushing the burn of the booty bump deeper. It was thick and felt wet and cold. As it got in deeper, the girth decreased so that any earlier tension dissipated. But yet the burning MAGNIFIED. I closed my eyes, the weight of his lower body seemed heavier on my head. I could feel his thick hard-on throbbing even more on the back of my neck. I now realized he had coated the tip of the rubber handle of the dustpan with Tina that he was pushing slowly into my hungry, burning hole. "FUCKIN' BEAUTIFUL!!!" He shouted unexpectedly. He pushed the handle of the dustpan carefully into my hole. And then he would pull it out at the same pace. He repeated this over and over, taking his time, playing with the rhythm, the speed, the pressure. I was groaning louder uncontrollably, the intensity of what was happening mixed with the continuing graduation of the Tina burning further inside my tunnel. As he pulled out the widest part of the handle would dilate on my hole, the sense of the stretching so dramatic it was causing me to hallucinate, my mind running away from me, visualizing some other scene of a crater expanding in slow motion, a surreal pictorial metaphor inside my head. Waves of heat and fire exploded inside me. Suddenly everything took on a hyper level. The darkness seemed to dance around the room, shadows jumping from one corner to the next, one minute near my face that was still smashed on the floor, the next on the wall, the ceiling. The flickering of the fluorescent lighting above us now seemed to be occurring faster and faster, further adding to my questionable state of mind. My senses were ultra-heightened. I could hear traffic screeching outside the barber shop and the thunderous pace of pedestrians pacing on the sidewalk with my ear to the ground. My heartbeat seemed deafening. The aroma of the shop also took on another level that my nostrils burned from the chemical fog I seemed to be inhaling. And in between my legs I could only feel s a t I s f a c t I o n. He pushed and pulled the dustpan handle so hard and rapid on my manhole that I could barely catch my breath. The quick contraction and dilation of my hole was almost too much to comprehend. One moment I was in ecstasy. I wanted to savor it, to allow the glow of the sensation to pause inside my head. But he would not even allow that. Instead he would pull the handle out violently and abruptly, so fast that it was wrenching. It was another kind of burn and I would jerk from the assault in a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure. I bit my lip so hard I ripped the soft skin, tasting a little of my blood. He pushed in hard again, the massive girth of the handle expanding my hole. It felt like one of my thicker toys. He shook the dustpan so that the handle jerked left and right, up and down, violently inside me. The massive amount of Tina inside my hole only heightened the feeling. It should have hurt but the fire inside was tinting all my sensations that I only wished the handle were thicker and longer! I groaned louder, my face rubbing against the floor, more tiny hairs collecting on my cheek. He pushed harder and I felt the wide tip of the handle sink inside me, a momentarily glorious pain as the widest part pushed against my manhole. And then it was was just a feeling of being filled as the entire handle was in my hole. He started banging on the flat surface of the dustpan gently at first, then adding gradual pressure as if he was drumming on it, the vibrations echoing inside my tunnel. The tip of the handle was near my prostate so every time he would bang on the dustpan it would send a tiny shockwave inside me. He would bang hard then gradually less pressure and then build it back up again. The decrease it. Then increase it. The vibrations were maddening and random. I could feel precum leaking out of me as if he was milking me. Precum fell to the floor and mixed with the lakes of perspiration on the linoleum surface. And then suddenly he jumped off my body, pulling the handle out of my hole. He yanked it out so fast that it hurt. But it was a magnificent pain like a large wide cock violently pulling out of a furious fuck. I yelled uncontrollably wanting it back inside me. "GET UP!" He shouted. I was shaking, but not from his command, but from everything else: the drugs inside me, the emptiness between my legs and the heat in the shop that seemed to only increase, like my hunger. I took a deep breath as my heartbeat suddenly became evident again, drumming louder and louder like some dub step rhythm rising from under the floorboards. I inhaled deep and exhaled deeper and mentally tried to calm myself. "GET UP I SAID!" S L A P !!! FUCKING HELL! That last strike really hit me this time. The weight and force and suddenness felt like a hot pan scorching on my ass cheek. It stung so bad it momentarily distracted my mind from the hunger and emptiness in between my legs. I took another deep breath and slowly, carefully stood up, turning slightly to him and seeing my crazed reflection in the cracked mirror. I looked deranged. Tiny black hairs were randomly stuck on my face, my chin and somehow my upper body. I looked very, very high. I looked at him standing at arm's length away from me. He looked equally high if not higher. His thick uncut cock was still standing at attention. Suddenly he threw the dustpan across the room where it hit one of the other chairs, banging against the metal surface of the thick base, the clanging echoing in the room for a moment until it fell loudly on the floor, swallowed by the shadows. It caught me by surprise, distracting me. And then I looked at his cock and back at my reflection in the mirror. Nice haircut. I smiled at him and looked deep into his eyes. The blackness that had consumed his iris earlier had faded and I could make out the color of his eyes. He almost smiled at me. "Get back on the chair." He wasn't yelling at me now. He turned the chair so it was in profile again in the mirror and pulled on the side crank as the chair lowered itself by a few inches. I climbed on, setting my ass on the seat. "No-not like that," he grabbed my right arm and pulled me off the seat, manhandling me again with force, turning my body around, guiding me, so that I was facing the back of the chair, my knees bent and kneeling at the seat, my legs spread wide so that they hit the edge of the chair arms, my ass hanging over the seat. "Beautiful," he said, proudly. I turned my head slightly and gazed in the mirror. My ass cheeks looked slightly bruised from the earlier slapping. My hole looked red and puffy. Was that blood on my asslips? Or was it some imagined paranoia setting in? I couldn't tell as everything seemed over-saturated as if this was a Photoshop image with the color levels artificially adjusted. My heart beat louder and louder. He stepped onto the chair, standing on the platform base that was elevated off the floor surface. He faced me, his hard uncut cock pointing at my hungry hole. I took a deep breath. Finally he was going to really fuck me! Out of nowhere we both heard jingling with the lock of the shop door from the outside. We stared at each other silently for a moment, my head cranked awkwardly, as the door pushed in, opening unexpectedly, the blinds on the inside of the glass door rattling. A man stepped inside. He was concealed in the darkness of the shadows at the entrance of the shop, his face indistinguishable. But I could make out his silhouette. He was tall with wide shoulders and a shaved head. He looked very fit. He stepped in quickly, the door slamming shut behind him as his features became more visible in the dim lighting. "HARRISON?!?" The barber and I shouted TOGETHER. We looked at each other for an instant of shock and then at the man, stunned that we BOTH knew him. "DAD?!?" He looked as equally surprised as we did. And then he gulped and said my name, almost in a whisper, suddenly recognizing me, squatting on the chair, my hole pulsing uncontrollably as his father's bulbous uncut cockhead entered my burning hole.

Part 2 I looked around and realized we were attracting quite a crowd. Probably 20 people, both guys and girls had gathered, many with cell phones recording what was about to happen. Many of the people I saw there were from school and church and now I was lying naked in front of them with my best friend next to me being seduced by two powerful men. Jordan came close to us and whispered “Don’t be afraid baby you will enjoy what’s about to happen and it will change you forever”. James came up to the table and told us that we had the two sweetest asses he’d ever seen and it would be a pleasure to have the chance to 'breed' us. Paul, who looked very frightened asked timidly what 'breeding' meant. Jordan chuckled and said “We are going to fuck you baby and both of us are going to fill your sweet virgin asses with our hot cum.” I heard Paul whimper “Oh dear god no” as he reached out and grabbed my arm. I was not expecting to hear Jordan's explanation, and I, like Paul, was frightened. James flipped Paul on to his stomach and Jordan did the same to me, remarking “Goddamn those asses are perfect. Time to open them up.” I felt Jordan’s hands on each cheek of my ass pulling the crack open. I felt something warm and wet and realized he had just spat on my hole. I looked over to see James bury his face in Paul’s ass. Paul threw his head back and moaned. The next think I felt was Jordan’s tongue lapping at my hole. Then suddenly the tongue penetrated the rim. The feeling was exquisite and I involuntarily pushed back to feel more. Jordan started to laugh and said “You're going to be hot little slut, baby.” Suddenly I felt Paul grab my hand and whimper “Oh my god.” James had stopped tonguing his hole and was now burying a finger into him. He pushed in a second and said “Fuck he is tight! It’s going to be fun tearing him open.” Paul arched his back and moaned and squeezed my hand tightly. Jordan’s tongue was now replaced by two fingers in my hole and I let out a long moan as he shoved them into me and worked them around. I turned my head towards the crowd that had gathered and saw Emily standing there next to Aaron who was rock hard with his own huge penis and rubbing her shoulders. Jordan saw me looking at her and he shoved his fingers deeper into me with one hand and pulled me back up towards him with the other and began kissing me passionately. I could feel the metal ring and his massive penis pushed against my back and I realized everyone could see how hard my penis was. I moaned loudly and uncontrollably. “Time to breed this one” I heard James say as he turned Paul on his back. He pulled Paul’s small body up to his and kissed him. Paul at first resisted but slowly his mouth opened and he willingly allowed James’s tongue, which moments ago had explored his ass, to enter his mouth and play with his tongue. Paul wrapped his arms around James’s beautiful body and I watched Paul’s penis harden too. James laid Paul back down and then pulled him so his ass was at the edge of the table. James took a step back and I could now see his rock hard penis. I gasped as did many in the crowd. It had looked long before but now fully engorged it seemed to have grown even longer. He turned to Aaron and asked for lube. Aaron handed him a container and he handed it to me. “Get my cock ready to fuck your friend” he said to me. I squirted some of the liquid on his penis and rubbed it up and down the shaft. “Get it all covered because this is all going in his body” James said. I got a closer look at the tattoo on his navel and finally recognized it. The tattoo was the symbol for 'biohazard', a symbol I had seen in the chemistry lab at school. I thought it was a bit strange thing to sport such a tattoo, but then looking back I was so naive. James’s penis was just throbbing as I put more liquid on it. There was some fluid oozing from the tip that Jordan told me was called 'pre cum'. Jordan pushed my head down by Paul’s ass and told me to lick it to get it wet. I put my tongue in and heard Paul moan. I pulled my head back as James positioned his penis up against Paul’s tiny hole. There was no way that massive body part could fit into that tiny area. Jordan leaned down next to me and whispered, "Watch how his hole will accept his cock. Your ass will shortly accept mine." Only inches away, I watched the huge tip begin pushing against the hole. James pushed and pushed some more and nothing happened. Suddenly, he pushed harder and the head disappeared inside Paul. I felt Paul’s body stiffen and he screamed “Oh my god! Oh my god! Please, no!” James pulled back slightly then forward and another two inches went in and Paul screamed again. He pulled back almost all the way out and pushed forward again. There was about four inches still not inside of Paul. “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts so badly” Paul cried as he tried to squirm away from the onslaught. Jordan pulled me up and remarked "You need to hold your friend in place so James can fuck the rest of his cock into him. It’s going to hurt him for a while but once James gets him open he will love it.” I climbed up and took Paul in my arms. He was crying. “Please Caleb stop him, he’s so deep in me, I can’t take any more!” he begged. I lied to Paul and told him it was only a little more to go. I held Paul tight as James pulled his penis almost all the way out. He slid back in again but still had over two inches to go. This time James pulled all the way out and spit on the head of his penis, and turning to Jordan remarked "It's time to open that second ring.” Jordan smiled and James pushed into Paul forcefully and did not stop until his scrotum was pressing against Paul’s ass. Paul’s entire body stiffened, his head snapped back with his mouth open to scream but nothing was coming out and his legs shot straight up with his toes curled like fists. J ames pulled back and pushed in again and again. He grabbed Paul by the ankles and spread him wide open. Slowly James picked up the pace. His long penis pulling nearly out before taking the long trip back deep into Paul’s small body. Paul’s head snapped from side to side with each stoke, his hands digging into the blanket covering the table and his eyes wide open and full of fear. "You're going too deep! You're gonna kill him” I yelled. James’s just smiled and continued the pounding. Suddenly, Paul looked back up at me and his eyes appeared to roll up in their sockets. His body relaxed and his legs tried to wrap around James’s massive body. The contrast of Paul’s thin pale white body being pummeled by the massive dark muscled body of James was stunning. Screams of pain were being replaced by moans of ecstasy with each trust of the long black penis he was impaled on. I looked around the yard to see the crowd had grown. Jordan pulled me over towards him and I looked at his massive cock with the metal ring. There was a long string of precum dripping from it. I suddenly realized that in a matter of minutes it would be inside of me and I would be experiencing the agony and the ecstasy that Paul was now feeling. I heard a scream from the crowd and looked over to realize that Linda had returned to find us and was witnessing her boyfriend being ravaged by a man. Paul saw Linda too but turned back to James and reached up and wrapped his fingers in James’s dreadlocks and pulled him forward and they locked in a deep kiss. James looked into Paul’s eyes and said “Are you ready for me to breed you, do you want me to fill your body with my hot cum and knock you up?” As James picked up the pace Paul screamed “Please breed me, I want to feel your cum inside me.” Suddenly Jordan grabbed me and pushed my head down by Paul’s ass ordering “Watch your friend get filled, kid. Your turn is next.” I could feel Jordan’s tongue back on my ass and I moaned again, even as I saw James’s cock was pounding harder now and I could hear Paul keep screaming “Oh god yes!” James began to moan loudly. He arched his back and every muscle on his beautiful glistening body seemed to tighten as he pushed every inch of his penis deep up into Paul. James’s scrotum began to pulse as he exploded inside of Paul, who exclaimed "I can feel you! I can feel you filling me!” At the same moment Paul's hard penis erupted in three shots of semen which shot involuntarily across his chest, face and into his hair. James collapsed onto Paul’s small body and laid there for a minute. He kissed Paul and slowly began pulling out of him. As he pulled out a large amount of semen came with it. The semen was tinged in red, which I knew must be Paul’s blood coming from the rips inside him caused by the pounding he had just received. James climbed up next to Paul’s head and fed him his now softening penis and Paul willingly licked off the cum, blood and whatever remained of his once virgin ass. Jordan’s fingers were now back in me and he kissed me softly. “I’m a lot bigger than James, so this is going to really hurt at first and tear you up inside. Do you want me to be the first to breed you?” he whispered to me. I looked in his eyes and looked down at the gigantic penis between his legs and answered “Hell, yeah. I want you inside of me.” I was flipped on my back and Jordan grabbed me by the ankles. My heart was pounding as I looked around me. James was holding Paul in his arms as they prepared to watch me lose my virginity. The crowd around the table of spectators had to be more than thirty. Cellphone cameras were everywhere. Emily stood there with Aaron who was holding her from behind as she watched her boyfriend give himself to this gorgeous black man. Aaron approached and applied some lube to the head and metal ring on Jordan’s penis saying "Fuck his brains out, Uncle Jordan.” Jordan’s penis pressed against my hole and I could feel the coldness of the ring. Jordan leaned forward and kissed me and said “Give me your ass baby.” I could feel my hole resisting the pressure and then suddenly it felt a flash of burning hot pain. My hole was opening and the pain was blinding. Jordan kept pushing slowly ever deeper. “Please take it out” I begged but the pressure continued. “Oh god James, this one is so tight. You can feel his little hole slowly stretch and open.” Suddenly I felt a painful popping followed by the sensation of being completely filled. His penis head and ring had won the battle. He was in. He continued to push and I tried to squirm away from the huge monster that was invading my body. “Don’t run baby, let me in.” He pulled back a little and pushed in again and I could feel him slowly moving deeper inch by inch. My body was tense and he grabbed my nipples and twisted and I screamed and he pushed in more. “Fuck I need somebody to hold his legs apart so I can spread his ass and get it all in,” Jordan commented. James laughed and said “You’ve never gotten all that thing into anybody.” “I’m getting it all inside this little slut,” Jordan grunted as he pressed ever deeper. The pain was so intense that I just closed my eyes and pleaded with him not to tear me in half. I suddenly felt activity around me and realized there were new hands griping my legs and spreading me wide open. It was Aaron who was holding my right leg and then glanced to my left and, to my amazement, Emily was holding the left. Aaron’s hard penis was inches from my lips. Emily smiled and pushed my head toward the shaft and Aaron moaned as it slid into my mouth. As Aaron slid into my throat he leaned over and kissed Emily. With my legs split wide open, Jordan spit on the part of his penis still not in me and then he grabbed my ass cheeks pulled them apart and lunged forward. His penis pushed through what felt like another opening inside of me. I screamed but it was muffled by Aaron’s penis deep in my throat. I felt Jordan’s balls slap against my ass. He pulled all the way out and straight back in. His ring dragged across something inside me which sent waves of pleasure through my body. The pain was horrible but the ecstasy was mind blowing. “You’ve got him now Uncle Jordan” Aaron gleefully remarked. Jordan pulled all the way out again and slammed back in as Aaron pulled his penis out of my mouth. I moaned “Oh my god, it’s so big!!” I could feel him filling places in my body I didn’t know existed. “Holy shit you got it all in his tiny little ass” James laughed, adding “that’s got to fucking hurt.” Aaron told Emily to take her hand and place it at the bottom of my abdomen right below by navel. She did and Jordan pulled back and drove himself deep twice. Emily looked stunned and turned to me and said “Oh dear Jesus Caleb, I can feel him inside of you.” After a few more slams deep into me Jordan pulled his penis out. I felt so empty without his body inside of mine. He rolled me over and told me to get up on my knees. I knelt with my ass up in the air facing him. Aaron stood up in front of me and pulled Emily to her feet. He kissed her passionately and untied her swimsuit which fell to the table. I was seeing Emily naked for the first time and she was beautiful, but I knew I wanted Jordan back in my ass. I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me and I wanted to feel the cum from his body shooting into mine and experience the same ecstasy Paul had just experienced. Looking back at him, I saw his totally engorged penis and generous traces of blood on the metal ring - my blood. I bent down keeping my ass up and rested my head on the table. I was breathing heavily anticipating the pain that was about to return. He grabbed me by my shaggy hair and pulled it back so I was looking at Emily. “Tell her what you are feeling” he said and he pushed the head inside me. I screamed “Oh my god it burns like fire.” He pulled out and pushed back in slowly “I can feel every inch, I feel the ring moving in me. I don’t want it to ever stop!” I could feel those beautiful muscled thighs slam up against me and I reached back to feel his muscles tensing as he began to pound me hard. I was falling forward so he grabbed my hair with one hand and put the other around my throat and started to jack hammer me. All I could do was moan and scream as wave after wave of pain and pleasure swept through me. Emily grabbed Aaron’s penis and directed into my open mouth again. It tasted so good and I sucked and licked it. Aaron began to pound my mouth and throat while Jordan hammered me from behind. I reached up to touch the smooth contours of Aaron’s beautiful body and reached around to grab his firm ass and pull him deeper into my throat. Aaron looked into my upturned eyes and said “I’m going to fuck your girlfriend before this night is over. “ Emily was moaning and I realized Aaron had shoved several fingers into her vagina. Aaron was breathing hard and grabbed my head with both hands, I could feel the wetness from Emily’s vagina on his fingers and I felt his penis growing harder in my mouth. “Fuck!! I’m cumming” he yelled and exploded. Jet after jet of hot semen shot into my mouth and throat. It was so salty and I swallowed as fast as I could. He pulled his softening penis out of my mouth and put his arm around Emily saying “Get me hard bitch so I can fuck you.” Emily knelt down and started sucking his penis. With that Jordan pulled out and flipped me back on my back. “It’s breeding time." This time he pulled his body up on top of mine. The warmth and wetness of his skin and muscles felt incredible pressed against my body. His penis was pressing up against my tingling hole. He looked in my eyes and said “I’m going to fuck you now and breed you baby. I want you to know my cum is poison to you. All three of us have HIV and your friend Paul was probably infected when James fucked him. Now I’m going to infect you, are you ready?” I was stunned by what he had just told me but my desire for him was overwhelming. I looked over at Paul and James and saw that they were both hard and kissing intensely. I glanced at Emily who was sucking and licking Aaron’s penis which was again hardening. I turned to Jordan and answered softly "Please do whatever you want to me. I need you to breed me.” Jordan kissed me as he slid his penis slowly back into me. I could feel every pulsing vein in it as slid inch by inch deep into my body. When is balls touched my ass I involuntarily exclaimed "Oh, dear god!” I wrapped my arms tightly around his back and he slid his strong arms around my small body and pulled me tightly to him. We kissed and then it began. He gradually picked up the tempo. His balls slapped hard against me. The pain I had felt before was gone. Only wave after wave of pleasure each time the penis made its trip back and forth. Something strange started happening inside of me, feelings I had never imagined grew stronger. My penis was so hard it felt like it would rip open. We both were in total ecstasy and we were moaning and screaming uncontrollably. Everyone watching the scene were mesmerized by the passion we were experiencing. I wanted it to go on forever. I could feel his muscles rippling as I watched his perfect firm ass going up and down as he ravaged me. “It’s time baby! Time to make you mine!” Jordan grunted as his penis seemed to expand and become even harder. “Oh God!! You’re so big!!” I yelled. Jordan pushed in me as deep as he could and I knew what was about to happen. He arched his back. His eyes were rolling back in his head. I felt a slight throb from his scrotum which was pressed against my ass. Then his whole penis throbbed and throbbed again. I could feel hot jets of cum coating me inside. He pulled back slightly and throbbed again. The warmth and the throbbing in that spot put me over the edge. I could feel my own cum rushing toward my penis. I reached for it but Jordan was on top of me with my penis trapped between our bodies. I erupted with shot after shot of semen. “Fuck yeah,” Jordan commented, adding “My baby just blew his last negative load." Jordan slowly withdrew his penis from my ravaged ass. I could feel the still warm cum leaking from my open hole. His penis was dripping with red tinged cum. He dragged his penis through the puddle of my cum pooled on my stomach, and climbing up to my head and told me to lick him clean. I opened my mouth and cleaned off the remains of his cum, my blood, my cum and the remnants of my once virgin hole. As I lay dazed I could hear and feel activity next to me and heard a female scream. I turned to see Emily lying next to me as Aaron drove his penis into her virgin vagina. His body was so perfect and I was jealous, not that she was giving herself to him first, but because I wanted his beautiful body on top of and inside me. Kissing her to try and keep her from screaming Aaron pounded her mercilessly. When she started to moan with pleasure he knew he had her. She looked at him and began pleading “Please don’t cum in me! I don’t want to be pregnant, I don’t want AIDS!” Aaron was not stopping and even picked up his tempo as he replied “Here’s my seed, bitch!” Aaron began moaning and I knew the flood of cum like he had just fed me was about to blow into Emily, and sure enough, Aaron grunted “I’m cumming!” As he did so, Emily’s body convulsed in total orgasm as Aaron’s sperm shot into her womb. Afterwards Aaron pulled out and, having crawled over to me, he fed me his penis to tongue-clean. I complied without hesitation. Jordan and James then picked Paul and me, and carrying us in their arms, carried us back towards the house. "What are we going to do?" I asked, my head resting against Jordan’s chest. "We're gonna clean you up, get some sleep and then we have more plans for you both tomorrow."

I looked at him directly, staring into his eyes with a new hunger. He just smiled back at me, almost silently mocking my vulnerability, my need, my anticipation. I scooted down in the chair further, the leather cracking under me, as I pushed my ass over the edge of the seat further, pulling on both my legs further back, my hands supporting them tightly under the thighs. He stepped forward, grabbing his now very hard cock with his right hand, as he stroked it, pulling on the foreskin so that the thick, bulbous head would appear and disappear, almost winking at me, teasing me. "You wantin' some of this Boy?" I looked at his eyes and then at the head of his dick. I nodded. I think I heard myself groan. "What was that?" He took a half step back. "Y-y-yes," I stuttered, nervously, pulling my legs further back and apart. "Yes...Fuck it." "WATCHA say, Boy?" "Fuck it...please," I begged. He smiled and stepped forward slightly, pleased with himself for commanding the situation. He grabbed the chair suddenly and applied pressure on one side so it swiveled clockwise so quickly that I almost lost my balance in my current position. He looked in the cracked mirror over the counter and adjusted the chair back a little bit in the other direction so that we were both in profile in the reflection. He stepped forward again and yanked on the side lever, cranking it up and down a few times until the chair lowered itself a few inches. He stepped forward aiming the thick cock at my manhole and examined the reflection. "Oh yeah," I whimpered. "Please. Put it in!" I looked at the reflection also, pulling my legs further back and apart. He inched closer so that I felt the thick head brush against the outside of my asslips. I closed my eyes and moaned uncontrollably. "You likin' that, huh?" He shifted the cock head a bit, still on the outside of my manhole, brushing against it, up and down, up and down. He pushed the head in just s l i g h t l y as I felt the massive head spread my asslips with a little pressure. I felt a new moistness, his precum lubricating my hungry hole so that it started to feel slick and wet. I moaned even more. "I guess you likin' it then," he replied for me. "But you ain't ready yet." He pulled back suddenly and my hole closed up slowly from the emptiness. I moaned in regret. "Need to get that special pussy of yours really wantin' THIS!" He shook his thick, uncut shaft, taunting me as we both stared in the mirror. I looked puzzled in my reflection. He turned abruptly and grabbed my parTy bag and fished around inside. "This what I THINK it is?" he asked, waving my contact lens case. "Yeah," I replied, grabbing my legs tighter. "It's Tina but grounded into a fine powder." "Perfect," he smiled at me, unscrewing one of the caps. "Just what I was lookin' for." He licked his right index finger (which was massive in itself) and dipped into the container. The tip of his finger was coated heavily with the white magical dust. The Tina covered his finger like a miniature trimmed white glove in contrast to his dark skin. There was so much dust that I couldn't recall if I had ever had such a large booty bump. This was going to B U R N. "I want to make that special pussy sing," he said, examining his finger and then glancing at my hole. The annoying fluorescent light behind us suddenly snapped again, almost punctuating his declaration. I pulled on my legs tighter. He approached slowly, the finger pointing to the ceiling, almost as if he was holding a gun, ready to shoot. "You ready, Boy?" He looked at me perversely. I replied by pulling my legs further apart. "This gonna sting..." He approached as his hand descended to my hole, almost in slow motion. I glanced at the mirror as the Tina-dusted finger found my hole and dug in quickly. "Uhhhhh..." I moaned in satisfaction and in slight pain. He fed me with so much crystal that it seemed to be lining my colon from my hole and further deep inside. It was like a hot lava rolling inside me rapidly, causing tingling and familiar sensations but heightened to a new level. Everything that the Tina dust touched immediately burned. I was on fire and I didn't want it to be extinguished. "Let's let it cook in there," he said into my reflection, winking at me. His finger never left my hole. Instead he rotated it, clockwise at first, applying a firm pressure against my asswall. It burned with every movement. I bit my lip. And then he would turn that thick digit counter-clockwise, making sure to evenly coat my hungry tunnel with whatever Tina dust was still on that finger. I moaned. He continued, slowly fucking that finger in and out, in and out, but never removing it completely so that my hunger continued to build. I felt a sudden mass and couldn't figure out what he was doing as I looked in the mirror again. "You likin' that huh?" He seemed to announce, again pleased with himself. He pulled the finger out almost all the way from my hole that I saw he had curled the finger inside me for extra mass and volume. And then he pushed back in. I closed my eyes. His finger did a dance inside that seemed like forever. He pushed, pulled and turned and did other countless moves, continuing to tease my hole. I was now moaning uncontrollably as the fire inside ignited to a new level, burning hotter and hotter than I have ever felt before. My heart was beating faster that I thought I could hear it. The heat was intense as was my hunger. "Please," I whimpered. "Put it in!" "You ain't ready until I say so," he stated. He leaned close to me and turned his body slightly. "I wanna hear that special pussy sing." He leaned in and kissed me hard, his large lips enveloping mine so suddenly that I almost lost my breath. I inhaled through my nose. Breathing seemed strangely difficult as my heart beat became more rapid and louder. It was the massive booty bump having its effect. I had never been this high so intensely and so quickly. It was alarming. It was exciting. I inhaled through my nose again and let his fat tongue invade my mouth and kissed him back, licking his lips, his teeth, his mouth. We both groaned. I felt a new pressure on my hole. He continued to kiss me, my eyes still closed, enjoying the heightened sensation and the near panic that seemed to be creeping behind me. My heart beat faster and faster. He had two of his fingers inside my hole which was still on fire. The additional pressure eased up as my very hungry hole swallowed his digits. They twirled inside me in every which way, loosening me up, getting me open, hungry. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, surprised at myself. He stepped back and looked at me sternly. "You like being in control huh, boy? Well let me tell you somethin'. This ain't no booty call. This ain't your spot." He paused and looked around the room. "Remember-you came into MY shop. I make the rules. You got me Boy?" His fingers did a dance inside my hole. He knew he had me. I nodded silently, obediently. The darkness of the early evening crept into the shop as what little natural light left outside faded quickly. The room took on another shade of green, as if the saturation level had been diminished, clouding the room in a subtle vignette of thin shadows at the edges. He suddenly pulled his fingers out. I looked at him in the mirror, dazed, puzzled, selfish in my need to be filled. The emptiness in my hole with its inner fire was maddening. All I could think of was some part of him inside me. NOW. "Put your legs down," he commanded. "You rest for a minute. I don't want you worn out." He turned around towards the counter, reaching for the glass pipe. "We barely started, Boy." He fed the pipe with more Tina and lit it up, slowly cooking it until it was ready. I exhaled a deep breath as my legs came down on the side of the chair. "Relax Boy," he commanded again. "You were getting tense there before. Definitely don't want that." I eased into the chair and slowly pulled myself up to sit a little bit straighter. My heart continued to race, pounding and pounding. I watched him take a big, deep hit from the pipe several times. Then he fished into my overnight bag again, juggling the contents around until he found something. He held a small brown bottle and smiled, handing it to me. He took another big hit from the glass pipe, held it and then set it aside on the counter. He approached me, leaning into me, taking my hand holding the poppers which he steered towards my mouth. He unscrewed the top and aimed the bottle at my lips and silently nodded, commanding me. I took a big, deep breath of a hit as he quickly sealed the bottle. Suddenly his mouth was over mine, exhaling the magic smoke into my lungs, chasing the popper hit. HOLY SHIT! That was a new shotgun experience! The poppers hit my head and made my heart beat faster and faster. I had to shake my head a little from the effect. His face was still on top of me as his eyes stared intensely into mine. Our lips were locked as was our gaze. His pupils appeared to be gradually getting larger, darker, as if they were consuming his irises. Then they would recede slowly, almost back to their original sizes. But before they would hit the origin point they would suddenly enlarge again at a slightly increased speed. Then suddenly, shrink again in some strange rhythm that I couldn't tell if he was somehow silently communicating to me in some new form. I shook my head quickly, shaking it, confused, bewildered, f l y i n g, as the Tina smoke now started to hit me with the haze of poppers. I exhaled back a huge breath and he swallowed my air as his pupils receded to their original size. He pushed away from me, his head and body, retracting rapidly, his large frame silhouetted against the fluorescent green light that appeared behind him on the ceiling, the darkness of his skin taking on a sharp yet faint edge cast by the overhead haze. He exhaled and two fingers found their way into my hole. His head turned slowly at an angle, his right chin lowering itself asymmetrically as he studied my face. I think my mouth was slightly a gape. I wasn't sure. His face was a further distance from mine now. It seemed far away. I couldn't see his pupils anymore or judge their size. His head turned in the other direction as I realized four fingers had been caressing my hole. "I think your pussy is ready to sing." He appeared in focus, sharp. His eyes were all black.

Eating cum from a well fucked ass. Just eating from unkonw guys who have breed an eager bottom make me go nuts

PART 2... A couple of nights each week, every week since we first connected, sometime between 10p and midnight, Mauro will show-up. Uninvited, unannounced. I will hear knocking at my apt's rear security door. Mauro would be standing there, asking if he can come in and use the bathroom. I'd let him in and he'd wander off and do his thing. After a few minutes he'd come back out and we would talk for a little while. That late, I'm normally asleep. I also don't bother getting dressed, I'm usually naked at home and always when I sleep, so now nude and not exactly awake. We talk about nothing and then he asks if I want to buy some good shit (his words). Up until yesterday, he had dropped by 8 times so far. A bit annoying but he never stays for more than a half hour or so. Last night he pops-up again, just after 11p. Uses the restroom then comes back in and sits on the futon. I'm sitting on my table across from him. He pulls out his pipe and torch then lights-up. Blows two massive clouds. I don't turn any lights on so the lighter and clouds look kinda cool. He offers the pipe to me. I came really really close to saying no, I gotta be to work at 5a but took it from him anyway. I take the 1st deep hit. Been a while and feel it fill my head fast. The T he's got is damn good. I'm not dressed, so he can see my dick hit full attention very quick. He reached over and grabbed my dick, asks if I like the shit. I say that I'm feeling better. He gets up, pulls out his phone and texts with someone. He says for me to use it all up, that he'll be right back. He heads out the backdoor. I take three deep draws then drop onto the futon and semi-tune out. Feeling damn good. A little while, knock at the door again. I say come in. Mauro is back and has someone with him. This is a surprise but it's my home so I stay down on the futon. Mauro introduces the guy, I instantly forget. The guy looks a bit older, maybe 60, shaved head, tat's cover his arms and around neck, bit of a thug effect. The guy says he has some better shit. Mauro takes his pipe from me and hands it to the guy. He goes back into the kitchen to fill it. I don't have the sense to ask who the guy is and why is he here.... The friend comes back over to us and hands me the pipe. "Try this shit". I take it, light up and one deep hit. Oh fuck..... Mauro says to do another. I raise the pipe and torch but am shaking, having a hard time keeping the lighter under the bulb. Crap. Mauro takes them from me and lights it, holding it for me to get the hit. I remember taking two more deep hits with little encouragement. The stuff was laced with something, I have no idea. I was down fast. I didn't loose connection, just badly faded, badly fogged, unfocused, eye-sight shot, semi-brain-dead. I somehow landed on the floor, on my back, holding my legs while Mauro is hard fucking me, telling me to open my eyes and look at him. Telling his friend the bitch wants it. He drags me onto the futon. I'm kneeling with my chest on the back rail, Mauto's trading off finger fucking and cock fucking my ass. His friend is sitting next to me, cock out, watching Mauro use my ass. The futon gets pulled out flat. My head is jammed into the side armrest while Mauro's cock is pounding into me. He gets me on my back again and jackhammers my ass, raining sweat on me. I'm soaked. All I feel is his cock. Mauro says something in Spanish to his friend when he starts to cum. He slows and stops with his dick fully buried in me, dick throbbing in my hole. When he pulls out, I roll over, turn face-down on the futon. Mauro and his friend both get up and talk. I reach back and finger my very wet hole. Someone grabs my hand, working my fingers for me. He releases my hand then pulls my ass up, more fingers, very rough fingers twisting in my hole, working my soggy cum ass. The friend pulls me up to my knees, head down on the pad. He hands me the pipe and says to take another hit. I can barely see it. Mauro holds and lights it again for me. The friend says take another deep hit, show him a fucking cloud. Do another....... On my 2nd draw, he shoves his dick into my ass. Mauro's to my right. The friend is slamming into me hard, his fucking dick is damn thicker than Mauro. He puts his hands on my back and holds me down. He fucks very hard. Talks with Mauro. Street Spanish, I catch nothing except "fucking bitch" He cums, groans loud, still holding me down, slamming my ass. Pulls out, pushes me away, I drop. I know they left. No idea what time. No idea what anyone said. Very very badly trashed in the morning. Exhausted. Feeling damn good but not right. Moving very slowly. Called in dead. Could not focus, could barely walk or think straight. Mouth had terrible taste. Ass was gummy from all the cum. Ass was damn sore, somehow thinking he got his fist into me. Later found out from Mauro, the friend worked most of my hand in, then worked his own hand in to the wrist. I was tuned out. Very debilitating high. Remember what happened but do not remember what happened. Mauro texted me later, to let him know if I want a ball. Filled in missing details.

I'll be ass up there tomorrow for blackout night. Cum fill me up!

I too can only confirm the topic. I lived in a total str8 relationsship, but was a little bi curious, i got fucked by two men, left my girlfriend, and now i am a total slut for cum and cock. I define myself as a total gay bottom, but im not out of the closet yet. Thats the next step for me, because i will never date women again, they simply dont interest me anymore!