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I’d been blowing clouds with a daddy I would hook up with. He would have me come over and there would be a pipe loaded and ready for me when I arrived. “Sit, hit this until you finish it.” He’d say. And for the next twenty to thirty minutes I’d watch porn as I hit the pipe. When I was done, he’d fill it again. “Ok, lemme know when this is done.” And so I’d continue. By the time I was done I’d be flying and he’d be ready. He’d fill it again, move to the bed and take his clothes off. “Get between my legs and suck my meat, boy.” He nonchalantly order. And I’d take my clothes off, leaving on my jock, and I’d begin to suck he thick daddy dick. He was southern, white trashy / redneck sort of guy. Nice enough, with a great cock between his legs. I’d suck his dick for hours, and he’d feed me the pipe. He loved getting me higher and higher and having my spun mouth work over his dick. At some point in the night, after hours of me nursing his meat, he’d tell me to grease up my hole, turn around and sit down on his dick. And I would gladly oblige. One night, about midway into the session he received a text. And then sent another, and received another. “Hey, I need to go get some more shit. I have a friend staying in the other room. You are going to entertain him until I get back. Go over, knock on the door and he’ll let you in. When I get back, you can continue. Without hesitating I stood up and walked out of the room. I knocked on the door, it slid open, dark except the glow of a cell phone on a nightstand. And I walked in. A figure, taller than me, muscular, quietly said “Hey there.” and shut the door behind me. I moved toward the bed and he followed. He was naked and hard. “Is your hole open yet?” He asked. “Haven’t been fucked today yet” I responded. He reached over and lubed up his finger. “Lay down.” He told me. I laid on the bed and he guided my legs in the air. Lubing my ass and pushing in with his finger. “Not too tight. Good.” He pushed me further back and climbed on top of me. He handed me a bottle of poppers. “Hit these deep a few times, let me know when you are done with them.” He said. I hit them deep and hard, and immediately my skin and head buzzed and I felt light as a feather. I could feel him lubing up my hole more, and then he pushed my legs all the way back by my ears and placed a pillow under my ass. Then I felt his cock head on my hole and it pressed in. My hole was eager and I just wanted it to be filled with something big and thick. I still couldn’t make out his face really, but his body was firm, long and muscular. His dick with thick and just long enough. He slid all the way in. And I started to move a little for position. He grabbed my neck and said, “Do not move. Your job is to lay there, silently and take it. You move and I stop. You make a sound and I stop. If you need poppers, just tough your nose. Otherwise don’t move. Got it?” I was so turned on. “Yes.” I quietly responded. “Good. You are a bottom. My whore. Just a hole. And I want to get off. So shut up.” And he proceeded to fuck me deep and hard. I didn’t dare move. He handed me the poppers and and I inhaled deeply. About twenty minutes later he blew his load into my hole. It was still completely dark, I still hadn’t seen his face really. And when he was done shooting his load he pulled out. “Thanks. I think our bud is back.” And he walked to the door, slid it open while staying in the dark and ushered me into the hall. I went back to the daddy’s room. He was laying in the bed, porn on, dick out, pipe loaded. I went right back to sucking his meat. “How was my friend?” He asked. “Great.” I mumbled as I worked his cock with my mouth. “You just made me $40.” He said. “Daddy’s little whore.” My dick got rock hard. And I sucked him until he came. He fell asleep almost as soon as he came, and I quietly dressed and slipped out into the pre-dawn cool air of the street. I wasn’t nearly done. So I drove to a local sex club, parked and went in. This place was a sleazy hole, no private rooms, just lockers. And it had a few slings, some glory holes and a second level lofted with various spots to fuck and suck. I stripped down to my jock and sneakers, locked my locker, grabbed a cigarette and ran to the little smoking room towards the back. It was fairly quiet, no one doing anything, a guy was on the computers scrolling through profiles online, and another guy was already in the smoking room. Wearing jeans, a leather harness, and boots. He was smoking a cigarette. I sat down, he offered me a light. A few mins in, he pulled a pipe from his jeans and torched the bowl, and blew a big cloud. He offered me a hit, and I took it. We started chatting. He asked about my night, and without sparing much detail I told him what had happened so far. He smiled. “Woof!” He snarled. “Want to get fucked more?” He asked. And I nodded. He stood, pulled out a bag, and then found a small but nice size rock. “Bend over bud, lets get this deep in there.” And I turned around showed him my ass, and he pushed the rock deep inside. I turned around and sat back down. He pulled out his phone and started typing. “I have a few buddies who might be close by who would love a go on your ass. Let’s see what we can get going.” And he hit send on his phone. “Ok, go get that hole in a sling. I’ll be right there.” I walked out of the room and found a sling I liked toward the front. I slid up into it, and noticed a few more guys had come into the club. One big bear, younger, and fully clothed. An older guy, about 65, tall, lanky, with his dick hanging out of his jeans and a leather vest. And a third guy, about 40, long hair, long beard, kinda looked dirty and homeless. The all took note of the me hopping into the sling. My friend from the smoking room came out and handed me his poppers. “They are heading over now.” He said. I hit the poppers and he stuck a finger in my ass. The other three circled closer to the sling. He looked up and said to the dirty looking one, “Want his ass?” And with that he gave me to the dude. I never saw his dick, but felt it go in. He pushed all the way deep, and it felt amazing. My new smoking friend moved toward my head, gave me a hit of poppers. Looked quickly around, pulled out his pipe and lit if for me and I inhaled deep as the homeless guy plowed into my ass. “Your hole is mine tonight, and I’m going to keep it full.” My new buddy announced. As soon as the homeless guy blew his load in my hole, he motioned for the lanky older guy to take his place. This guy had been quiet so far watching, but as soon as his dick entered my ass it nearly doubled in size and he tore into my hole hard. It hurt from time to time, and my bud would make sure the poppers were at the ready. This went on for at least a half hour, and I noticed a few others had joined us. The old man finally busted his nut and pulled out. He leaned in and whispered to me “I love a good fucking whore. what locker is yours, I’ll slip me number into it. Call me as soon as you are done with here tonight, and I’ll keep you busy later.” I gave him my locker number and off he went. “My friends are here.” My smoking bud said with a smile, handing me the poppers again. “I also had them text their friends.” And before I had finished the hit of poppers, another dick was in my ass.

Part 4 I pulled up to the address. I thought I had the wrong address. This looked more like the woods with a lot of bushes and trees. I hesitated to text Sir. I didn’t want to make him mad since he said not to text him until I got here but this is where my GPS brought me. “I am here Sir”….and I hit send A minute later my phone pinged. “Good boy, you are getting the hang of the game. Look to your left, see a path? It’s hard to see, there is a yellow flag that marks it. Follow it to the end. Leave the shorts behind, wear just the jockstrap. Text me when you are done and back to your car.” I spotted the yellow flag. Had it not been marked I would have never found the pathway. I stepped out of the car. I looked around; it was pretty quiet out here, a bit desolate. I got a little worried, but now Sir had a video of me taking raw loads from two guys who I don’t even know. I took off the shorts and chucked them into the car. I hurried over to the path way, it was covered by a thick bush but once you got to the other side it was a pretty clear path. I stumbled a bit, it was dark and all I had was the moonlight to show me the way. I came out into a small clearing. There was a picnic table in the middle of the clearing. I walked up to it, on the bench someone had written “Put your hands on the table, lean over and wait.” I did as the note said and waited. This time there was no blindfold. I heard rustling behind me, I didn’t dare turn around. I felt a hand tug on the strap of my jock and snap it, then trace my ass down to my hole and dip a finger into it. I whimpered. This was so hot. I was starting to get into this. And really, my worry was getting an STD or something but I didn’t even know the last two guys. I had already taken the step, might as well enjoy it. Who knew when I would get a chance like this again. The finger in my ass was replaced by the tip of a cock, since I was already lubed up it slid in pretty easily. I still had not looked back but I could feel the girth of the cock as he slid in. “You ready for this bitch? You ready for this thick load? Haven’t shot in a week, I got a big one built up for your pussy ass.” “Yes sir, please, breed my pussy. That is what I am here for, to take your load.” “Glad to see you know your place, you do not leave here till you are told you can leave, do you understand?”….”yes sir”…. and with that he pushed be over onto the picnic bench and started fucking my hole. I could feel the walls of my ass stretch and pull as he was slamming in and out. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, my eyes closed just enjoying the brutal attack my hole was getting. Thank god we were out in the middle of nowhere. I was so in the zone, I had not even noticed that other guys had started coming out of the woods. Many were already jerking their cocks looking at the action going on. I snapped into focus when I felt a cock pushing into my mouth. I opened my eyes and looked up, cute Latino guy in jeans, t-shirt and a cap was standing there. Nice 8 inch uncut brown cock too. I slurped it up, tasting the sweat under his foreskin. I could tell he had been out all day and hadn’t showered. I fucking love the smell of a man. Someone else put a bottle of poppers under my nose and held it there for a while. I was breathing the poppers in and flying high. The Latino guy started to face fuck me, I gagged a bit but I forced my throat to relax and he dipped further in. He had his hands on my face holding me in place and just pounding my throat. He was dripping sweat onto me and I fucking loved it, his cock expanded and I felt rope after rope of cum hit the back of my throat. That sent the guy in my ass over the hill and he shot his wad up my pussy. I could feel it flooding my hole. I was in pig heaven. I finally looked back and saw an older white daddy. He was clearly in his 50s or so with a beer belly but with a thick cock like a beer can. I looked around and I had a small crowd going. Both cocks were replaced by new cocks and I was spit roasted again. Another white guy shoved his cock into my ass, he looked like a trucker, small cock, but that’s cool. All I wanted was his load. I could feel my sloppy hole leaking. A black guy had put his cock down my throat, which made my ass jealous. He had a nice dick, veiny and at least 9 inches, I started to suck on it but he held my head in place and I started to feel a warm liquid in my mouth. He was pissing down my throat, I tried to swallow as much as I could but he just kept pissing. I leaked out the sides of my mouth and when he was done I licked it up. And that’s pretty much how the rest of my night went. I always had a cock in me, either my ass or my mouth, sometimes both. There were a few moments when there was no one, and I thought about moving but then thought about what the first top said and didn’t dare. Someone would eventually show up and drop a load in my ass. Finally, the last guy stopped by. Average looking Latino guy with a decent dick. He pumped a load into me and then leaned over and whispered in my ear…”you can leave now fag.” And he walked away. I stood up, my knees buckled. I had been bent over so long I had a hard time standing for a moment. I don’t know how many loads I had taken. I had lost count after 15. My ass was sore and I reeked of piss. I started walking down the walk way, back to my car. I could feel the loads running down my legs, the piss and cum in my stomach sloshed around. I got to the end of the path and looked around; it was starting to get light so I didn’t want to get spotted. I ran to my car and jumped in. My phone pinged immediately. It was Sir, I looked around. Was he here watching? How did he know I was back in the car so fast? I read the text: “Good piggy. You follow directions well.” and he attached a short clip of a video, it was me in the clearing. You could hear me in the background begging for cum. I replied back: “You do not need to black mail be Sir, I know what I am, a cum dump. I will do as you say, I will obey.” “That is good to hear boy, you know your place. I will make sure to get good use of that pussy. You will do as I say and take any load I say. Now go home, its early morning, get some rest. I will text you later today with your next instructions.” I went home and went to bed. I was so tired, and passed out immediately. I woke up hours later to the noise of my phone going off. I blinked, looked around. How long had I slept, it was now starting to get dark. There was a big cum stain on the bed where the loads had leaked out while I slept. I looked down at my phone, it was Sir… “Hope you got some good rest boy. Clean yourself up and put on the same jockstrap you have been wearing back on, clean shorts and a t-shirt and go to this address: 947 S Greenville Text me when you are there” I showered and got dressed, I was wearing a clean shirt and shorts but I could smell the musk coming from the jockstrap. It made my hole twitch…I walked out to the door, following instructions like Sir said… More to come…..

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...

Hi guys. Hope you enjoy. I have written a couple stories a while back but by no means a professional writer. I welcome any feedback or ideas in regards to where you might want this story to go. The story itself is a mixture of fantast and personal life. Thanks! How I started cheating….and now I can’t stop…. It all started a couple years ago. I never thought I would be one to cheat, but it all happened so fast and once I took the first step it all spiraled out of control. But I am getting ahead of myself. I am Latino, 5' 11", 175 pounds, with full facial hair. I'm 35 years old, but look 28; I work out five days a week and take supplements. Some have described me as a muscle cub; whatever, I'd say I’m pretty cute. I have been married for 10 years now, since the age of 25. We met right after college, as we joke whenever anyone asks. “It’s a one night stand that never ended.” Which, to some extent, accurately describes our relationship. We met through Adam4adam and got together just to fuck and, as we hit it off, I added him to the list of tops I would hit up when I was horny and he would consistently get back to me. Shortly after we moved in together and have been together ever since. After years of being a slut and fucking around it was hard to stick to one person, but I was willing to give it a try. During this time I met another guy, Matt; he had just moved from Chicago to town for work and was looking to meet new people/friends. He was doing a six month stint and then heading back to Chicago. Matt was 28, cute, white, dashing blue eyes, and a water polo body. I was in heaven. We quickly became friends, going out for drinks and movies. As my hubby was not much of a club goer, Matt and I would go out together for fun. During one of our outings, we had a little too much to drink, and like any other human being, when I get tipsy I also get horny. As Matt's place was closer than mine, we took a cab to his place - just so I could sober up there. However, en route I found myself so horny and hard for Matt it seemed as if my cock was going to burst out of my jeans. Well, once we got to Matt's place we ended up in his back yard with a joint. I knew the joint wouldn't help me sober-up, but I reasoned it was still relatively early, so what the heck, why not? We started passing it around and started chatting. The conversation quickly turned sexual. We started talking about our sex lives, the guys we like, what we get into, the last time we had sex. I was pretty hard and I could see that he was too, there was no denying the tent in his pants and he could clearly see mine. I was stoned, I zoned out for a second, just staring at his crotch. I was jolted back to reality by Matt’s voice. “Why don’t you give it a squeeze, it’s not cheating if you just touch it.” I paused, should I? I wanted to so badly. I never understood how people can commit to have sex with one person for the rest of their lives but I also loved my hubby and wanted to do the right thing. I snapped back into focus because of Matt who had gotten up and put his crotch directly in front of my face while I was having my own internal monologue. I could smell his crotch musk from a hot night out dancing. I wanted to taste it so bad. I don’t know what came over me, perhaps it was the intoxicating smell, but I reached out and squeezed his cock through his jeans. Jeezus! It was big, I couldn’t tell just from touch but it felt meaty. Matt reached down, undid his belt, top button and pulled his zipper down. It was a beautiful sight. A big meaty cock stretching against the black fabric of his underwear begging to be released, I could see a wet spot from where he was leaking precum. I could not take it anymore; I reached up and pulled the waist band down. His cock plopped out, the tip glistening with precum, about eight inches, cut, veiny, with a nice mushroom head. I flicked my tongue out and lapped up the precum. It tasted so sweet. There was a little voice in the back of my head that was still trying to remind me I was married but then Matt started to slowly push forward, and I opened up. I felt his cock slide across my tongue, he started to slowly fuck my face and I pretty soon forgot about that little voice. Matt bottomed out and I found myself with my nose buried into his pubes, the sweet smell of his musk so intoxicating. I pulled off his cock, swirled my tongue around his mushroom head, getting the salty taste of piss. Matt pulled me up and turned me around, leaning me over the chair; he parted my ass cheeks and dove in. I was in heaven; I was still buzzed, stoned, and horny. I wanted to get fucked so badly. He pulled his face off my ass and I felt empty, I wanted more. I turned around and he led me inside to his bedroom, we left a trail of clothes across the floor. We entered the bedroom and Matt pushed me onto the bed and had me lay on my back with my head over the edge. He squatted over my face, dropped his balls onto my face, I eagerly lapped them up, licking ever crevice, getting every salty taste I could. He slid his cock down my face and slid it down my throat. Matt started to face fuck me slowly at first. I could feel the tip of his cock on the back of my throat. I wanted to gag. I wanted to push him out, but he put a hand on my chest and held me down, urging me to relax. Soon the feeling passed, and he started to fuck my throat. I had tears running down my face from the assault. My spit was that thick mucus spit you get; I had not been treated like this in years. Sex with the hubby had been good, but he was definitely a bit vanilla. Matt pulled his cock all the way out, I gasped for air and he shoved it back in. I thought this would go on forever, and I wanted it to stop but also not at the same time. My cock was rock hard. He finally pulled out and flipped me over again, he spit on my ass and slid his cock in between my checks, he put his full weight on me with one arm around my neck, I could feel his hot breath on me….”you ready for this dick?” All I did was to whimper and push my ass back. “Are you sure? Cuz once I start, I don’t stop and I don’t pull out.” In a drunken, stoned, horny split second decision I grunted “Fuck me 'til you bust your nut, bro.” That is all he wanted to hear. In one move he slammed his cock into my pussy hole. I tried to scream, but he put his hand over my mouth. Thank god he had opened me up a little bit earlier when he ate my ass or else I would have not been able to take it. Pretty soon the pain subsided; Matt grabbed my hair and pulled me up on all fours. He shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to inhale, one hit in each nostril. I was in heaven flying high and craving dick. I started to buck back onto his cock while he was taking a hit of the poppers himself. He then went to town; he slammed in and out of my hole, stretching me. I could see a little pink on the sheets from my ass. I knew I was bleeding, I knew he was tearing my hole up but I didn’t care, I wanted his load. I arched my ass up giving him deeper access. I wanted to make sure he shot his load as far deep as he could. It felt so good to have a different cock up my ass, god how I missed random encounters. And with that, I felt Matt plow into my ass with one big push, his cock expanded and he came inside my hole. With each rope of cum he shot into my body I could feel his cock throb. Matt rolled off me, I looked over at the clock. It was 4:00 AM. I had a missed call from the hubby asking where I was because it was so late. I called him back with Matt lying next to me, spooning me, cock back in my ass. I told the hubby I had a little too much to drink and that I would crash on Matt's couch and head home later in the AM for breakfast. I ended up passing out with Matt's cock still in my ass. I woke up in the morning to the feeling of getting fucked. Matt pumped another load into my ass and sent me home. I went home, took a shower, and went to have breakfast with the hubby, Matt’s two loads still in me. More to come……

http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Marine-bottom-get-tag-teamed-28806301 Marine bottom get tag teamedThis hot tatt'd marine was looking to push his limits. He was willing take raw dick, go ass to mouth, eat our cum from his ass. This hot stud was eager to serve his tops. At the end of this fuck, the bottoms ass was filled and dripping with our cum. You can even hear his hole squish when being fucked. We both ate our cum out from his ass, licked his ripe pits, and spit into this mouth. This dude was all man.

Fuckin hot experience bro I luv Marine cocks n loads ! About 3 years ago I spent a weekend with 3 big n very horny hung Marines n no holes was left unfilled I walked funny n shit Marine babys for a week I deffo need a repeat of that time

Just left the local "cruise" spot in middle of desert , pretty much need 4X4 to get there I have a F-150 Raptor ... Was fun got to off road and get seeded from lean hung Latino , was about to leave when 3 young Marines pulled up all looking to bust a nut, glad I went 5 loads in all .

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

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...

Part 2: Matt and I carried on like this for the rest of his work assignment. We would go out, have drinks, come back to his place and fuck like rabbits, he would then send me home with a couple loads up my ass. I loved it; I loved every minute of it. Knowing that I was doing something I was not supposed to made it so exciting. The hottest part was being with the hubby and him not knowing I had another guys load up my ass. All good things must come to an end though. Matt completed his 6 month work assignment and went back to Chicago. I was ok at first, but after a few weeks I started craving another guy’s load again. I started trolling the apps for cum. I had the usual headless profile pic saying I was looking for right now on the down low and couldn’t host. I hooked up with a few guys, but none were as hot as Matt. After a few months of being a slut, this guy on Recon hit me up. I was fairly new to the app, one of the guys that was shooting a load up my ass once mentioned it and I figured it would give it a try. It looked a little hard core but to be honest, the idea of submission and leather all turned me on. I had noted on my profile that I was a married bareback cum dump that loved to take loads, any load. I hesitated to respond to the message, it had that warning message at the bottom that said the profile had been recently created, you never know now a days. I read over his profile. He had a headless photo, nice body. Total Dom Daddy, mid 40s. The rest of his pics were of of three sub bottoms who had been collared. Now, the Daddy was 100 miles away which might not sound all that far away, but with our traffic, that could easily be hours of driving. I don’t know what came over me, maybe I was horny, maybe it was the pics of the collard subs, or perhaps it was the body pic of the dom daddy, but I decided to respond. It was a pretty simple reply, “Hello Sir” We chatted back and forth, seems he travelled down to my area of town a few times a month. He saw my ass pics and profile, wanted to reach out to see if I was interested in being one of his collared boys. I explained to him that I was actually married and all my activity was on the down low. While he was a bit disappointed he couldn’t really collar me full time the idea of controlling another man’s husband turned him on. We chatted back and forth for a couple weeks getting to know each other, exchanging pictures. I started calling him Sir; the sound of it turned me on. We went from Recon to exchanging telephone numbers which led to having actual conversations. After a couple weeks he made a proposition to me, suggesting “I like you boy. You sound like a hot little cum dump. As you know, I travel down to your neck of the woods a few times a month and know a lot of tops who would love to breed your pretty little pussy. Become my cum dump toy. I'll set up breeding sessions for you where you have only to show up and take the loads. Interested? I promise that it will all be safe, all these are guys I personally know, I won’t let them hurt you, unless you want them too. Think about it for a few days, let me know. But don’t take too long. You wouldn’t want me to accidentally send the pics you sent me to your hubby.” A chill went down my spine, Click, the line went dead. I tried calling back but no answer; I left a voicemail and sent a text, but nothing. I started to think of all the pictures I had sent him. There were a lot of naked pictures showing my face. I didn’t know what to do. An hour later I received a text from Sir, “In two days you will get a text from me, follow orders or else.” That was it, I replied back but he never got back to me, I went to bed that night, tossed and turned, what had I gotten myself into…. More to come…..

Hey guys. It's been awhile since I've written anything. I've been thinking a lot about writing a story that fictionalizes the path of the character in Chaser, The Short Film. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yrN_Zkay2Y I think it's one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life. I've jerked off to it dozens of times. I relate so much to the main character in the film. See my mostly autobiographical series: https://breeding.zone/topic/32372-safe-sex-boy-turns-cumdump/. I've sketched out an outline, but I only really want to do it if y'all want to read about it. I hesitate because so many of you didn't like the movie. Let me know. If y'all are for it, then I'll continue using this thread.

The first time we connected, we agreed to meet in a park where we made our transaction. Several times after that, he would meet me at my house, an hour late, or two hours late, or he wouldn’t show up at all. It drove me crazy, but dealers are hard to come by, and I knew that if I pissed him off, I’d probably have a tough time finding another connection. After we’d met up maybe half a dozen times, I guess he decided that he could trust me, and he started having me meet him at his apartment. That worked out great, no more having to wait around, hour after hour, for him to show up. He would answer the door, we’d make the transaction, and I was on my way. One Saturday afternoon, after the usual frustration of trying to connect with my dealer, I finally got him to answer his phone, and he told me to meet him at his apartment. Fine. At least I wouldn’t waste an entire afternoon waiting for him to show up at my house. No matter how many times I met up with my dealer, I was always extremely nervous, so I got in the habit of taking a couple of big hits on my bubbler, before I left the house. That always made the tension and nervousness roll right off of me. I pulled on a pair of 501’s, my boots, and my black leather motorcycle jacket (no shirt), and headed out. Traffic was good, and parking was easy, so it didn’t take me more than 15 minutes to get to his apartment. Apparently the leather motorcycle jacket look gave him the idea that I was in the mood for some action, because, for the first time, he invited me in. As soon as I was inside, he offered me his pipe, and, of course, I accepted. I took a good hit, then handed it back to him. After we each had taken a few hits, he asked me if I did G. I said, “Sure,” so he went out into the kitchen to mix it up with some Gatorade. He handed it to me, and I drank it right down, as usual. But, man, this was some strong assed stuff ! It made me feel extremely dizzy, and just before I passed out, my eyes closed, and I could feel him unzipping my jacket and tearing open my 501’s. The last thing I remember, I was sitting on the couch, feeling his mouth on my cock. When I came to, I was all put back together, but I was still feeling kind of dizzy. I couldn’t help but notice that, now, there were 2 more men in the apartment. It turned out that one guy was another customer, and the other guy was my dealer’s supplier. The customer was a hot young guy who looked like he was barely of age, if that. He and my dealer were passing the pipe back and forth, and my dealer asked him what he liked. He said that he liked sucking big dicks. My dealer said, “I’ve got a pretty big dick,” and he proceeded to haul it out. He wasn’t kidding. It must have been about 8” long, and quite thick, and cut, with a big helmet head on it. The kid wasted no time dropping to his knees, enthusiastically sucking my dealer’s hard cock. Soon, the kid stripped down, and he resumed sucking. I asked the kid if he wanted to have his cock sucked, too, and he said, “Yeh !” So, I went right to work on him. I’m one of those guys who gets Tina-dick, as soon as I start partying. Not these guys. I was surprised that, even though they’d both been hitting the pipe, over and over, their cocks stayed rock hard. While I happily sucked the entire length of the kid’s cock in and out of my mouth, my dealer placed his hands on the back of the kid’s head, and repeatedly forced his down into the kid’s throat, and held it there until he had to come up for air. It was fuckin’ hot to watch, and I wished that it was my throat that was getting fucked. Several times, the 4th guy in the apartment (my dealer’s supplier) mentioned that he needed a ride back to his house. After a while, the kid had to take off, so I volunteered to drive the supplier back to his house. Every time I think of that afternoon, I could kick myself for not hanging around. Maybe I could have had a nice long session partying with my dealer and sucking and riding his big cock. It was about a 30 minute drive to the supplier’s house, and we exchanged small talk, then he suddenly blurted out, “Have you ever thought about becoming a dealer ?” I admitted that I hadn’t, and he proceeded to give me kind of a soft sell proposition. “You want some real quality shit, not that stuff he’s dealing you, that’s been cut so many times that you can hardly raise a decent cloud.” Well, he was certainly right about that. I told him I’d give it some serious thought, and I’d let him know. When we got to his house, he said, “Come on in. I’ll show you some real quality shit.” No way was I going to refuse THAT offer. I parked the car, and we went inside. Having never been in a supplier’s house, I didn’t know what to expect, but it looked pretty much like any other average house. He quickly gave me the ten-cent-tour, casually mentioning the sling that was hanging from a couple of beams in the ceiling of one of the bedrooms. Of course, my eyes lit up when I saw that. Back in the living room, he told me to have a seat, while he went out to the kitchen to get a couple bottles of water. When he returned, he also had what I was pretty sure was his “stash” kit. Smart guy, I thought. Being a supplier, he must have had a fairly large quantity of Tina, well hidden, somewhere in the house, and he kept a small “stash kit,” just for regular use. “Have you ever done hot rails,” he asked me ? I said that I had done, a couple times. “Wait’ll you try this shit,” he said. “This shit will knock you on your ass ! But, in a good way.” And, he laughed. I was surprised that the only thing in his “stash kit” was one small baggie, about half filled with very finely crushed Tina. Again, he was being smart, not keeping everything in one place. From one room, and then another, he retrieved a large mirror, a long glass rod, and a lighter. After placing the mirror on the coffee table, in front of me, he layed out a couple of fat lines of the Tina, then he proceeded to move a steady blue flame up and down the tip of the glass rod. When he determined that the glass rod was blistering hot, he handed it to me, and said, “There you go. Do that one,” pointing to one of the lines on the mirror. I put the glass rod to my nose, and very quickly sucked up the entire line of finely crushed Tina, holding the smoke in my lungs for a second, before blowing out a huge white cloud. “You feel that,” he asked ? He already knew the answer. He could see my bulging eyes and dilating pupils,as the rush intensified and i gasped for breath, my head and chest feeling hot, and my heart beating a mile a minute. Again, he laughed. Suddenly, I felt an urgent need to get out of my clothes, which I did. I could feel my hole twitching, and I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock as I watched him reheating the glass rod. Then, he handed the rod to me, and told me to continue heating it. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When he returned, he was minus all of his clothes, and wearing nothing but a steel cock ring and a pair of black leather chaps, with his big black cock hanging down, very thick and heavy. Showing a big grin, all I could say was, “Whoa !” “I thought you might like that,” he said, as he took the glass rod from me, and heated it a little more, before he bent down and snorted the second line. Immediately, he grabbed the back of my head, and pressed his lips to mine, and shotgunned the cloud into me, completely filling my lungs. Now, I really was reeling. “Chug down that bottle of water, then follow me,” he said. I was more than happy to do as I was told. He handed me a black jock strap, and said, “Here; try this on.” I pulled it on, glad to cover my ever shrinking Tina-dick, and turned back and forth to see if he approved. He smiled and nodded. “Go ahead and hop in the sling,” he told me, which I was more than happy to do.

Who here likes piss up the ass? Nothing hotter than the feel of a hard cock in your ass and the warm fill of his piss.

Moderator's Note: The first couple of pages of this story don't have chasing in them. It only starts near the end. I've been lurking on here for a while and decided to post about my experiences slowly progressing from a safe sex only guy to a bareback slut. I don't know how many of these stories I'll post, but if y'all like them, I'll post more. I grew up in the late 80s/early 90s in New York. In my brain back then, everyone who was gay died. I tried hard to hide my sexuality. When I would lapse and mess around with a guy, it was only oral and making out. I never swallowed cum and always felt guilty afterward. Eventually Aaron, a neighbor boy, and I started trying to fuck. It hurt and we stopped most times, until one night in a not yet developed part of his subdivision he fucked me. It was safe that time and every time he fucked me after. I'd always feel guilty after Aaron and I messed around, but we always did it again until I graduated from high school. After that, we only saw each other when I was home from college. Aaron is another story. My freshman year, I didn't really fool around with guys much. I joined a fraternity, dated girls, drank and partied. In was my sophomore year when I met my first boyfriend. He was a medical student, 4 years older than me, at 23. He always topped me and he always used protection. I was also not really satisfied with our sex, but I was in love. That is, until we broke up about a year after we started dating. It was my junior year and I moved out of the fraternity house spring semester because I was tired of having a roommate. I moved in with a straight guy and finally had my own room. I hooked up with a bunch of guys and was learning to top as well as bottom. I was having a blast. I was still all about using condoms every time I fucked back then. I was very serious about only playing safe. Then I turned 21 and my friends and I started going to the gay bars to dance and drink. It's here that I should say I was 6'2", blonde, blue eyes, 185 lbs with a 30" waist and a 7.5"cut cock. I became really popular at the bars, not that I thought anything of it. I would hookup with guys and still always used protection, but the more I drank the more likely I was to get fucked that night by a guy I had just met - white, black, latino, asian, didn't matter as long as they were young and hot. One night, I was dancing on the box in jeans and a pretty tight fraternity t-shirt and this guy got on the box with me and we started grinding. We kissed and went to get a drink. We ran into friends and I learned this guy's name was Matt. We had a few drinks, danced some more, and I could feel his dick getting hard as he was grinding my ass. He said let's have another drink and talk. We went off and talked and drank some more and he turned out to be a really cool guy. Unfortunately, he wasn't a local. He was in town for work and staying with a friend for the weekend. After a while, he kissed me and his hand slipped into my pants and grabbed my ass. We made out at the bar like that for a while and then he pushed me into a darker corner and slipped his hand down the back of my pants and underwear and rubbed my hole. I moaned and I kissed him hard and asked if he wanted to get out of there. We left and went back to his friend's place a few blocks away. He had me naked as soon as we were in the door. I didn't even know if his friend was home, but I was naked and sucking Matt's cock in the living room of this apartment. He was hard and I was getting his cock wet as fuck. I wanted to make him feel good more than anything in that moment. He took his shirt off and then as he got the rest of his clothes off he told me to turn around. I got on all 4s and he ate my ass. No one had ever done that before. I was in heaven. I was moaning and pushing my ass back on Matt's tongue. He ate my ass for about 10 minutes and then he turned me over and we made out and I could taste myself on him. It was so hot. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we must've made out for 20 minutes or more. It felt like forever and I was so into it. The whole time his cock was rubbing in my ass crack and poking at my hole. I knew we should stop and get a condom but I was so turned on and I figured we wouldn't fuck yet. His cock felt so good on my ass that a spread my legs more and just then his cock slipped in my ass about halfway. I was shocked and so was he. We hadn't used any lube and he wasn't trying to penetrate me yet, but there was his cock in my ass bareback. It felt so good. I grabbed his ass and as he looked into my eyes questioningly, I said, "Don't stop. Fuck me." He started to rock his bare cock in and out of my ass. I loved it. No cock had ever felt this good in my ass, On the floor on this random guy's friend's apartment, I was getting barebacked and I loved it. I thought about stopping but I didn't want to. I knew it was dangerous, but it felt so great that I just kept kissing him and saying "Fuck Me." It didn't take long before I felt him getting close to cumming. He started tensing up and I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his ass hard. He looked at me as said, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I said, "Do it. Cum in me." and I pulled him into me as he shot his cum in my ass. I'd never felt anything like it. It felt so good that I came right after he shot his load in me. He said, "Wow that was so hot.' and he slipped his cock out of my ass. He said, let's take a shower and we did. In the shower he said, "I never thought you'd take get fucked bareback. You seem like such a good boy." I told him that was my first time bareback and he got hard immediately. He asked if I wanted his bare cock in me again. I just leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs. He lined up his cock and for the second time ever, I let a cock in me without a condom. He fucked me there until the water got cold and then we went out to the couch in the living room. He slid his bare cock in me again fucked me on the couch on the living room eight next to my jeans where I knew I had a condom in the pocket. I didn't want the condom though. I just was his bare cock. I was on all 4s and he was behind me. He was getting close again and I was jerking my cock. It's then that he said, "Tell me you want my cum." I heard a noise, but was so into getting fucked that I just said loudly, "Cum in my ass." He blew his load into my ass. I was so turned on that I was in a haze. I had just let a dude cum in me again and I loved it. After a few seconds, we looked up and there was his friend who had just seen me getting fucked and heard me begging for cum. He smiled and said, "Glad you're having fun Matt." I was so embarrassed. Matt was too, but less so than me. Matt and I slept together that night for a bit, but I couldn't sleep knowing what I'd just done and been seen doing. I left Matt my phone number and left for my own apartment. I was really freaked out, but that night and for almost a month I jerked off remembering Matt fucking me bareback and cumming in my ass. I told myself I wouldn't fuck again without condoms, but part of me knew that wasn't true.

The Trolley Cops By stimle (smapdi@mindspring.com) The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is strictly coincidental. Please read no further if you are underage or are offended by explicit sexual stories. Michael Sotello and Luis Fritelli were best friends. Ever since Luis had moved to San Diego from the Bronx six years ago, at the beginning of his sophmore year, the two had been thick as thieves. They were roommates, hung out a lot outside of work, double-dated, worked out at the same gym, and even worked together. They were both transit officers on the local transit system. Trolley cops, complete with uniforms and guns. As trolley cops they took a lot of shit from the punks and gang-bangers who tried to ride for free and constantly gave attitude. The worst part was, they knew most of the guys, having gone to high school with some of them (well, those who hadn't dropped out) and knew they were trouble even back then. As luck would have it, though, Luis and Michael were usually paired on the same shift so they knew most of the same scum. Michael and Luis were pretty similar in height and build, about 6'1, 195 pounds and gorgeous. But that's where the similarity ended. Michael had dirty blond hair with blue eyes while Luis had dark brown hair and eyes. They both kept their hair cut short with the latest look. Even though Luis hadn't lived in New York for six years, he still had a pretty thick New York accent. Kind of like the stereotypical New York Italian you seen on TV and in the movies. Michael, on the other hand, was more soft spoken, but tough nevertheless. It was about 2:30 a.m. and Michael and Luis were just getting off work. It'd been a tough night. Rico and some of his crew had been riding earlier and had really riled up the two guys. They were still talking about it as they walked across the parking lot to Michael's truck. "Fuckin' punks," Luis said, shaking his head. "When is that asshole gonna grow up and get a life?" "Seriously," Michael replied. "What a loser. I mean, you can't go through your whole life acting like you're still in high school." "Dude, why do you always park way out in BFE?" Luis asked, annoyed at the long hike to Michael's truck. Michael shook his head and gave an exasperated sigh, as if he'd already explained the same thing a thousand times. "I told you, it's new and I don't want one of these idiots dinging it. It's not that far." "It's not like there's anybody out here, man. I mean, the place is totally deserted," Luis said as he continued walking. "And what's up with the lights out here?" he asked, looking up. "Most of `em are burned out." Michael looked up, too. "They're not burned out. Someone shot them out or busted `em with rocks. Punks." He shook his head. "Who's that next to your truck?" Luis asked, pointing to a beat-up black van parked way too close to Michael's truck. "Shit," Michael said. "The fuckin' lot's totally open and some asshole has to park right next to me. How stupid are people?" They reached Michael's truck and saw that there was barely enough room for him to squeeze between. He fished his keys from his pocket and clicked off the alarm as he turned and slid between the two vehicles, his arms over his head. Michael stood and waited. Just as Michael was about to insert the key into the lock he heard a slight click and felt a rush as the van door quickly slid open. Before he could react he was grabbed from behind, a big arm encircling his waist, pulling him back into the van. His flailing arms and legs were grabbed and pinned down. He started to yell and curse but a strong hand covered his mouth. Another hand thrust a soft, sweet-smelling cloth to his nose. The cloth had been doused with chloroform. Michael tried to turn his head but it was held tightly into place. He had no choice but to inhale the drugging fumes. He tried to hold his breath but couldn't. His head was already feeling light and there was a noise in his ears, like the pounding surf, getting louder and louder. As Michael was grabbed, Luis reacted, leaping forward to his friend's rescue. His hand immediately went to his holster before he remembered that they were required to check out their weapons when their shift as over. He still rushed the van but stopped short when he felt the cold steel of a gun barrel against his left temple. "I wouldn't move, Luis," a voice said. Luis recognized Rico's voice and from the corner of his eye he could see the Latino thug and some of his gang. "Put your hands out where we can see `em." Luis obeyed, craning his neck to try to see what was happening to Michael. He could see several guys holding his friend down and a white cloth over his face. Luis figured it was probably chloroform. He grimaced and visibly recoiled as he watched the guys grope Michael's crotch. "Like what you see, Luis?" Rico asked, a tone of glee in his voice. He ran his hand up Luis' chest. "Fuck off, you faggot spic," Luis snarled, slapping Rico's hand away. Rico smacked Luis' temple with the gun. "I think Luis here needs to be taught a lesson. Come here, boys." Two of Rico's friends, Tony and Rafael approached. "Go get the chloroform from Martin," he said. "I think it's time for Luis to take a nap." Luis wanted to say something but knew better. He had been looking in the van the whole time, keeping track of what was happening to his best friend. It didn't appear as though Michael was completely knocked out... it was like he was being kept just at the edge of consciousness. Toyed with. His shirt and t-shirt had been taken off him and the guys were now lowering his pants. Luis turned his head in disgust. "What's the matter, Luis?" Rico asked, waving the gun. "I thought you liked what you saw. Maybe you'll like it better when it's happening to you." "Fuck off," Luis muttered, clenching every muscle in his body. The van's engine turned over and it backed up. Michael was now stripped down to just his white Fruit of the Loom underwear and some fucker was in there slowly jerking him through his briefs, trying to make him hard. Luis felt a pair of hands grab his arms and saw the white cloth being pressed to his nose. "Mmmppphhhh..." he moaned as he tried to struggle. But the guys holding him were too strong. He felt himself being pushed toward the van and he continued to struggle, but the chloroform was slowly beginning to take effect. As he began to drift in and out he felt hands begin to grope and grab his crotch and ass, the way he'd seen them do to Michael. He was helpless to fight back. Oh shit, what the fuck was happening? He felt his fly being unzipped and a hand reaching in, tightly squeezing his balls. He tried to twist his body, buck away, but the smell. The sweet, sweet smell... The sweet smell that was carrying him away... making him float and drift... His eyes rolled up into forehead. He was almost out. "Oh yeah, Luis baby," Rico cooed. "Breathe it in boy, that's right..." The chloroformed cloth was pulled away just enough so Luis could get some fresh air. He felt himself gaining a little of his strength back. But Rico was smart... he kept dosing Luis with just enough to keep him all fuzzy and fucked up. Luis' head was spinning and he was feeling all warm, but he still knew what was going on. Right there, in the deserted parking lot, he was being stripped. Like Michael his shirt and t-shirt were ripped from his body and he felt his belt buckle being undone. Then he felt Rico's firm hand unbutton his pants and unzip him. "Oh, Luis, Luis, Luis," Rico said, remarking on the Italian stud's tightly packed white briefs and lightly running his hand over the bulge. "Tighty whities? Look guys, just like Mikey. What, do the two of you boys go shopping together? Get dressed together?" "Fuck yooooou..." Luis slurred, his mind fogged with chloroform. He could barely keep his eyes open and needed assistance to stand. "Let's get these pants off you, Luis," Rico said, lowering Luis' tight blue uniform pants over his muscled legs. The white of his briefs stood out nicely against his tanned legs. Rico slipped his shoes off and helped the dazed stud to step out of his pants. Luis noticed bright flashed of light all around him. Someone was taking pictures. The cloth was taken away from his face for a few seconds and he gulped down the fresh air. "Feel better, buddy?" Rico asked. Luis was wearing nothing but his white Hanes briefs and was stumbling around the parking lot like a drunk, trying like hell to keep his balance. Rico and the guys just laughed and laughed as they snapped picture after picture of the amazingly hot, nearly naked stud. "Come on, guys," Rico said, taking Luis by the arm and sitting him on the tailgate of Michael's truck. "I think it's time to say good night, Luis. But wait. Guys, get Mikey." Rafael and Tony pulled Michael out of the van and to his feet and dragged him over to the truck bed. Like Luis, Michael had been kept spinning in a chloroform daze while the boys whored him out. Rico sat the two studs next to each other and leaned their heads on each other's shoulders. Then he put their hands on each other's crotches and held them together as a series of pictures were taken. "Gawd, these fuckers are hot," he said, giving them each a kiss on the forehead. "I checked their schedules. They have the next three days off. I say we take `em home and play for a bit." Tony handed him the bottle of chloroform and two rags. Rico doused the cloths and held them to the guys' faces until they passed out. Tony gathered up Luis' discarded clothes while Rafael and Rico bundled the near-naked hotties into the van. As they drove away, Tony got into Michael's truck and followed them. Michael found himself coming to in a sparsely furnished room, bright sunlight streaming through curtainless windows. He was on a bed with no blankets, entwined in Luis' arms. They were both wearing only underwear. Exposed. He heard a noise like a chair scraping and looked up. All around the bed there were folding chairs set up. Eight guys were sitting there, staring at him and Luis. Some had cameras and two held video cameras, filming everything. Michael felt something and realized that Luis was beginning to stir. "What the fuck....? Where...?" Luis started to say, realizing he was still holding Michael. He suddenly remembered what had happened to him and Michael. "Oh shit... Michael...." "Oh shit, Michael," Rico repeated, in a mocking voice. "You boys look so cute like that." "What are you gonna do with us?" Luis asked as he and Michael looked around for something to cover their nearly naked bodies. There was nothing so they just sat there, hunched over and covering themselves. "Why so modest?" Rico asked. "You guys wanna see some of the pictures we shot of you last night?" He tossed stacks of pictures at them. They had been uploaded from the video cameras and printed on photo paper. They showed Michael and Luis, alone and together, in regular and lewd poses, even sitting posed on Rico's lap. Luis angrily crumpled them and tossed them away. "Fuckers," he spat, itching for a fight. "I'm hungry," Rico said, changing the subject. He knew he had the upper hand anyway. Who the fuck cared what Luis Fritelli said anyway? "Where's Martin with our breakfast?" No sooner had he completed the sentence when Martin walked in, laden with several McDonald's bags. "Mmmm.... I'm starved." He looked over at Luis and Michael. "You guys hungry?" They reluctantly nodded. Rico pulled out a couple of Egg McMuffins and hash browns and tossed them to them. "Did you get them any juice?" he asked Martin. "Yeah," Martin replied, opening a separate bag. "It's right here." He handed the cups to Rico who handed them to Luis and Michael. "Drink up boys," he said, as the guys hungrily wolfed down the food. The greedily slurped the juice through the straws. Michael's face screwed up. "Is there vodka in this?" he asked. "What the hell are you doing? It's morning." "Shut up and drink it. Or you can starve," Rico said impatiently. Michael shrugged his shoulder and continued eating and drinking. Luis had never stopped and was nearly finished. "By the way, I didn't hear you complaining last night?" Rico said, a sly look on his face. "Whaddaya mean last night?" Luis said, looking up. "Today's Sunday, moron," Rico said. "You've been here since Friday night." Luis and Michael looked at each other. What the hell was Rico talking about? Had they lost an entire day? "I see you two rocket scientists are puzzled," Rico laughed. "If you want, I'll show you the video." "Video?" Michael asked, his body tensing. "Oh yeah," Rico replied. "You boys were having fun last night. I take it you don't remember bouncing on my knee. And on Martin's knee. And on Tony's knee...." "No fuckin' way," Luis said. "I woulda remembered doing something faggy like that." "Really?" Rico asked. "Howya feeling right about now? Dizzy? Woozy?" "What are you talking about?" Michael asked. "You still don't get it, do you?" Rico said. "That little sip of beer I gave you yesterday morning? And again yesterday afternoon and last night? Haven't you ever heard of GHB? Date rape drug? Geez, you two are stupid. You just finished up another batch. In your juice." What Michael and Luis didn't know was that in addition to slipping the guys GHB, he had Martin put some ground up Viagra into their juice. In a few minutes Luis and Michael were gonna be as hot and horny and out of control as they were yesterday. Just like Rico liked them. Martin recalled the conversation he'd had earlier with Rico. "Just do it, Martin," Rico had ordered. "You know I like my boys a little fucked up. Loopy. Not all there. Remember that frat guy last Spring Break? Damon? We gave him a little GHB and made him a video star. People are still ordering `Damon's Demise' off the site I set up. Now, I want these two nice and impaired, too. Like Damon. But not too out of it to not remember it later." Martin didn't question Rico. He knew from experience that you didn't question Rico. "Before you two princesses get too ga ga, I wanna show you a little bit of the video we took last night." He popped a tape into the VCR and turned it on. Michael and Luis, buzzing as they were, were shocked at what they saw. They were being passed around from lap to lap, wearing nothing but their underwear, constantly being groped. In the next scene, they weren't wearing their underwear; it was on their heads, like a chef's hat. There were hands playing with their tits, stroking their dicks, and fingering their ass puckers, but not once did they come. Apparently Rico wanted the guys to get them all worked up but not give them any release. "You boys feeling horny?" he asked, looking at the two guys' crotches. Their briefs were hugely tented, courtesy of the Viagra. "You ready to get milked? Give up your fuck swill? Your `love juice'?" He laughed as Luis and Michael began to succumb to their drugged juice. Their eyes were glazed and droopy, their movements slow and deliberate. "I'm gonna kill you, fucker..." Luis slurred, barely able to talk. "Asshole..." Michael added. His face was a blank slate. His eyes were vacant and his mouth was slightly open. Rico glanced at Luis. He looked the same. "Ready for some fun?" he asked laughing. All the guys who'd been sitting around silent the whole time began to laugh with Rico. "You guys ready to fuck like rabbits?" "No way..." Luis said, slowly shaking his head. "No fuckin' way." "Oh, I don't think you're in any position to object, Bitch Boy," Rico said, sitting down on the bed next to Luis and pushing the drugged stud down onto the bed. He tweaked his nipple and then slipped his hand into his briefs, squeezing his balls. "Unnnggghhhh.... ooooohhhh...." Luis moaned, his body thrashing. "Told you... SLUT. Oooohhh, I thought you didn't like this, puta," Rico said to Luis, the other guys in the room laughing. "I have something I think you'll like also. It's some shit I got from my cousin down in TJ. It'll make you so fuckin' horny and happy. Shit, you'll wanna get fucked and you'll wanna fuck any hole you can find. You're dick's gonna drool and get big and hard. Even a little needle dick like yours, Luis." He gave Michael and Luis each a baby bottle and put it to their mouths. Being slightly out of it because of the spiked juice they'd just drunk, they began to suck on the bottles. Rico had put the drug into some sweet juice and Luis and Michael couldn't seem to quit drinking it. Soon the bottles were empty. Rafael and Tony pulled the drugged cops off the bed and sat them down on their laps, fondling their crotches, which, thanks to the new drug, were already expanding. Rico put pacifiers in their mouths and baby bonnets on their heads. After passing them around to each guy so they could get felt up and have their picture taken with them, Tony and Rafael put Luis and Michael back on the bed. They put Michael in a sitting position and laid Luis next to him, putting his head in Michael's lap. Both were still sucking on their pacifiers but their baby bonnets had been removed. After a few more pictures, Rico lowered Michael's briefs and tucked them under his balls. He took the pacifier out of Luis' mouth and they all laughed as his they watched Luis' lips continue to move in a sucking motion. Rico put his hands on the back of Luis' head and guided his lips to Michael's erect, dripping cock. Luis never stopped sucking. They stuck both of Luis' hands down into his briefs, wrapping them around his cock and slowly moving them up and down, making him masturbate himself. It was only a matter of seconds before Luis took over for himself. "Unnnggghhh..." Michael moaned as he was enjoying the best blow job he'd ever had. He had not idea it was his best friend who was hoovering his cock. He was so out of it and horny that he put both hands on Michael's head and held it in place, pistoning his hips and fucking Michael's face. Luis was moaning, too. Suddenly Luis' body shuddered and he yelped. A wet spot began to rapidly spread across his once pristine-white briefs. The guys all laughed and yanked Luis' hands out of his briefs. They were covered with cum. They pulled his mouth off Michael's cock and made him lick one of his cum-covered hands. They put the other hand up to Michael's mouth and made the buzzed stud suck the cum from it. The room was filled with of laughter and the flashes of cameras. Then they switched the guys' positions, making Michael suck off Luis and cream his own briefs. Each of the guys in the room, including Rico, had taken a Viagra a few minutes earlier, not wanting to miss the upcoming fuck-fest. Michael and Luis were pulled to their feet and their cum-soaked underwear yanked off. Instead of being discarded, it was put on their heads like a hat. In addition, Michael and Luis were each given an ordorizer mask, placed around their necks on a long chain. As Luis and Michael were being passed around like a couple of whores at a frat party, the current "owner" would have the opportunity to make them inhale poppers (or take a hit himself). There were eight chairs and eight horny guys with huge erections, all waiting a turn at the two drugged out studlets. Rico went first. He stood up and pulled Luis to him, front to front. He gave Luis a long kiss on the lips and sat down quickly, impaling the handsome Italian's virgin ass. "Aaaahhh.... owwww..." Luis began to cry out, but Rico quickly clamped the popper mask over his face and let the fumes fuck with his head. Luis' moans of pain began to sound more like moans of pleasure as Rico bobbed him up and down on his cock, fucking away. He pulled the popper mask away. Luis' eyes were rolled up and you could see the whites of his eyes. His mouth was hanging open and he was babbling. But he wasn't resisting. Rico continued to fuck him and pretty soon Luis began to cum. Rico aimed Luis' cock at his chest and body and jerked it as the big stud shot his hot, sticky load all up his chest, onto his face, and into his hair. Everybody laughed as Luis was passed to Tony, his chest and face dripping with cum. Tony didn't bother giving Luis any poppers, he just shoved his dick up his ass and began to pump away. Rico took Michael next. Poor pretty boy Michael. He was totally beyond comprehension, but seemed to jolt back to reality when Rico's cock entered his ass. "Noooo...." he screamed as the popper mask was placed over his face. Within seconds the screams turned to moans and his body went somewhat limp. Rico laughed and continued to fuck Michael. He hadn't cum when Luis was on his lap and he decided to keep Michael as his lap fuck until he came up the hottie's tight shit chute. Even after Michael creamed himself, Rico continued to fuck him. Finally the Latino stud's body began to shudder and a whimper escaped his lips. "Oooohhh.... oooooohhh...." he cooed as he shot a huge load up Michael's ass. He laughed as he pushed the fucked out cop off his lap, cum dripping from his ass. Tony, who had by now passed Luis on to Rafael, picked up Michael and began to fuck him. This went on until each guy got his turn to fuck both Michael and Luis. By now the two cops were babbling incoherently and their dicks, raw and red from over use, were barely dribbling. The whole scene had been captured on video from multiple angles. But it wasn't over yet. Rico had one more humiliation planned. He forced Luis down on all fours and stuck a thick, slicked up dildo up his ass. A vibrating dildo. He turned it on and everybody laughed while Luis's head bobbed up in down in rhythm with the buzzing fuck tool jammed up his ass. They put a dildo-shaped gag on Michael and stood him in front of Luis, slipping his long, still erect cock into Luis' drooling mouth. Then they let the two incoherent, drugged out studs go at it. Before long Michael was fucking Luis' face more than Luis was sucking Michael's cock. Neither guy knew what he was doing, and this made Rico even hotter. He couldn't stand it any longer. He shoved down his jeans and boxers and got behind Michael. With one quick thrust, he impaled his 9-inch, uncut cock into Michael's twitching hole. Michael didn't even cry out. It was quite a site to behold. There was Luis, down on all fours, his ass getting reamed by an electric dildo while his pretty face was getting fucked by his best friend. And speaking of his best friend, there he was fucking his best friend's mouth while getting plowed up the ass himself. Still not content, Rico instructed Tony to put nipple clamps and cock rings onto both studs. By now the two had been fucked so much their assholes were stretched and dripping with cum. Dozens and dozens of pictures of all different kinds had been taken with digital cameras and uploaded onto a computer in the room, and more than four hours of video had been shot. It was getting late and Rico knew that both Luis and Michael had to work the next afternoon so he decided to let them go. Rico put their underwear back on them, not bothering to even dress them in their uniforms. The drugs were starting to wear off and Luis especially was beginning to resist and curse. "I'm gonna get you, you fuckin' spic," he said as Rico fondled his dick through his cum-dried briefs. Luis tried to hit him, but Tony and Rafael had his arms pinned. Luis looked over at Michael. The poor blond stud looked like he was in shock. He was practically limp. "You're gonna pay for this, Rico," Luis threatened. "Shut the fuck up, you asshole," Rico said. "You know you're a hell of a lot more fun when you're fucked up. And getting fucked." He laughed at his own joke. Martin took the bottle of chloroform and poured a good amount on to two white cloths. He handed one to Tony and the other to Rico. "Say goodnight again, boys," Rico said, as he and Tony placed the cloths over their faces. With all the drugs they'd ingested and all the punishment they'd gone through, it didn't take long before both Luis and Michael passed out cold. Rico and Tony put them into the back seat of Michael's truck and got in to drive them back to their house. Rafael followed in his car. Fifteen minutes later Rico, Tony and Rafael were backing out of Luis and Michael's driveway. They put the truck into the garage and had taken the two unconscious studs into the house, where they had put them into their beds. The next morning Luis woke up with a splitting headache. As his thoughts began to come together he sat up quickly, relaxing only when he realized that he was in his own bed. It was over. He had been given so much drugs and chloroform that he felt sick and considered calling into work sick. But he didn't start his shift until 4:00 p.m. and it was only 8:30 a.m. He threw back his blankets and got out of bed. His underwear was stained and crusted with dried cum and piss. He stripped them off, tossed them into the trashcan in his bathroom, and hopped into the shower. For the next twenty minutes he let the hot water cascade over his sore body, washing away all the fuck slop from those rapists. He tried not to think of what he did, but he couldn't help it. He had fucked Michael. His best friend. He'd been drugged and drunk but still... he'd fucked a guy! The thought of it made him sick and he vomited in the shower. Right there, as he watched his puke run down the drain, he decided to put the whole incident behind him. It wasn't his fault. There was nothing he could've done. He motive now, was to find Rico and his fuckers and teach them a lesson. He turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. He'd been kept awake for God knows how many hours before they finally chloroformed him, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He also noticed that his chest, stomach, arms and neck were covered with hickeys. Shit! He wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into his bedroom. As he dug through his dresser for a fresh pair of underwear he realized just how sore his ass was. How many times had he been fucked? Rico had even raped him with a dildo. Man, if he ever ran into that fucker he was gonna kill him. He pulled a clean pair of briefs on and winced as the soft cotton brushed up against his sore dick. He put on a pair of sweat pants and went to check on Michael. Michael was still sleeping, lying flat on his back, outstretched, his cum-soaked briefs almost transparent. Like Luis, he had also been fucked repeatedly and was covered with hickeys. Luis quietly walked over to where Michael was sleeping and gently shook his shoulder. Michael woke with a start, turning away and cringing at Luis' touch. "Hey, hey, buddy," Michael said reassuringly. "It's me, Michael. It's over, man. We're home." Michael grabbed the sheets and pulled them up over his near naked body. He was clearly (and understandably) embarrassed over the events of the past couple of days. He couldn't even look Luis in the face. "Why don't you take a shower," Luis suggested, speaking softly. "You'll feel better." "Y...y...yeah... I think you're right." He was about to get out of bed when he half-turned to Luis. "Could you go now?" he asked, his voice breaking. Luis could tell that Michael was on the verge of tears and felt badly for his friend. He wanted to put his hand on his shoulder to reassure him or to say something comforting, but what the hell do you say in a situation like that? It's not like Hallmark makes a fucking "Oh, I'm sorry you got gang-raped" card. "Sure, Michael," he said. "I'll see you in a bit." Luis went into the living room and turned on Sports Center. It was about 9:30 a.m. Michael didn't come out of his room until after 11:00 a.m., clearly still shaken up over the whole rape. "You wanna talk about it?" Luis asked. "I don't know what to say, but look, we went through the same thing. We didn't do anything wrong." Michael was fighting tears and his voice was breaking. "It's jus... I've ne... I'm not a fag, man!" "Neither am I!" Luis said. "We were fuckin' raped. Rico and his crew knocked us out, kidnapped us, fed us drugs and fuckin' raped us. There was nothing we could do. Just remember that, okay?" Michael nodded, still unable to look Luis straight in the face. "I'm sorry," he finally said. "What are you sorry for?" Luis said. "I'm sorry that I... that I... that I put my... and that I..." he couldn't continue and stood up to leave. Luis stood up, too. "Look, Michael," he said, as reassuringly as he could. "You don't have to say anything. I know that wasn't you and I know you know that wasn't me. As far as I'm concerned... we're cool. Why don't you go back to bed and get some more sleep. I'll wake you up in time for work." Michael smiled a weak thank you and went back to his room. Luis turned the TV up and tuned everything else out. Like he'd decided earlier: as far as he was concerned it was over. Well, mostly over. He'd caught up with a few of the guys from that night and had kicked the shit out of them, but he hadn't run across Rico... yet. But when he did.... It was about three weeks later and Luis was enjoying another long weekend. Michael had taken a few vacation days and had gone to Vegas with his girlfriend. It seemed like he was finally coming around, too. He hadn't said anything, but Luis knew Michael had been seeing a counselor. Which was good for him. Luis would never see a shrink. Hell no. Where he came from a man just didn't do that. But if Michael wanted to do it, hell, more power to him. Plus, it was doing Michael a lot of good. He was slowly turning back into the old Michael. It was 10:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning and Luis had been to the gym and back, showered and shaved, thrown on an old pair of sweats and had just finished breakfast. He had just turned on ESPN to catch the college football game when the doorbell rang. He got up off the couch and looked out the window in the door. There was some guy, he had to be at least 6'6" and 250 pounds, holding some sort of clipboard. He was wearing a uniform. Luis opened the door. "Can I help you?" he asked. He saw the delivery truck in the driveway. "Yeah," the guy said, looking at his clipboard. "I have a delivery for a Michael Sotello. Does he live here?" "Yeah, but he's outta town for a coupla days. I'm his roommate. You can leave it here if you want." The deliveryman nodded. "That'll be okay. I just gotta see some I.D. Company policy. Sorry." Luis shook his head. "Don't sweat it man. Just let me get my wallet. I'll be back in a sec." As Luis went to get his wallet the deliveryman went back to his van and began to load three large boxes onto a dolly. He wheeled them to the front porch and was about to lift the top box when Luis appeared with his I.D. "Holy shit," he said, "what the fuck did Michael order?" "Don't know," the guy said. He looked at the clipboard again. "Looks like some kinda entertainment center. Do you want me to carry it in the house for you?" "Yeah," Luis said. "But let me give you a hand." Together the two of them carried the three boxes up the stairs and into the living room. "I left my clipboard on the steps," the deliveryman said as Luis bent down to look at the boxes, reading what each was. "I'll be right back." The deliveryman stood in the front hallway and quietly closed the door. He took a small brown bottle of chloroform from his pocket, uncapped it and poured some of the liquid onto a white cloth. He silently crept back to the living room. Luis was still bent over inspecting the contents of the boxes. In a move that belied his height and size, the deliveryman was on Luis in a matter of seconds, kneeing the stud in the gut and knocking the wind out of him. "What the fuck....?" Luis coughed, struggling to catch his breath and crawling to his knees. The deliveryman shoved him on the floor and turned him onto his back. He straddled him, pinning his arms to his sides with his muscular legs. He shoved the chloroformed cloth under Luis' nose and held it tightly in place while the cop struggled. "Mmmmpppphhh.... mmmmppphhhh...." Luis moaned as the fumes began to take effect. He was just starting to slip away when he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw a man walk into the living room. It was Rico. The End.

Pandora's Box Pure fiction! I was on my way home from work one Saturday night when I passed by my favorite book store, which by chance, I hadn't visited for quite some time. I was pleasantly surprised to see the parking lot was full, so I decided to take a look around. Entering the store, I knew I would need some one dollar bills to feet the video machines, so I approached the man seated on a stool behind the counter to break the twenty that was in my pocket. The clerk was stocky, had a big beer belly and, to my amazement, was naked from the waist down, and he had been stroking a nice, big, fat cock. It turns out he had been watching a bareback video of a group of men gangbanging a guy. "Private party tonight. We're closed." He looked me up and down his eyes settling on my crouch which was starting to bulge. I didn't look up as my gaze was focused on his cock. Something about his brazen behavior encouraged me to comment "Damn, I was really looking forward to sucking some cock tonight," adding "That's a hot video you're watching. Makes me wish I was getting fucked bareback by all those cocks." "You got any stds?" he asked. "Been tested?" "No, and yes, I'm clean" I replied. "Show me" he said. He could tell I was confused by his order, so he added "Take of your clothes and show me your cock and ass." Now I hesitated, not sure if he was joking. "You said you wished you we're getting gangbanged bareback so let me see if you look like the kind of fuck pig we like." I've only been fucked a few times and the thought of getting used by more than one guy had my cock straining to get loose. Although I'm over 60 I'm still in very good shape. I keep my ass, balls and cock shaved and I'm always being told how sexy I am. "I'm told I am very fuckable." I was wearing only a pair of gym shorts, a tee shirt and sneakers, so I slipped my shorts down and my seven inch cock was already sticking straight out. I am naturally smooth and have almost no hair from my neck to my crotch. The clerk definitely approved as his cock jumped to full attention. I bent over and spread my ass cheeks, giving him a view of my little brown fuck hole. No sooner had I done this than he spat in his palm and lubed-up my ass, massaging my hole with his index finger, probing deeply, and then offering me his finger to suck. "Lick bitch," he ordered as he stuck it in my mouth. I did as I was told. His finger, of course, smelled and tasted like my ass. I greedily sucked away. He apparently liked what I was offering 'cause he remarked "The fuck pig who was supposed to be here tonight didn't show so you get to take his place," adding "There are about 15 guys back the back now with more on the way." "Has everyone been tested for HIV?" I asked. "Positively" he replied. "We want to treat that negative cunt of yours properly," as he picked up a black felt marker and briefly wrote on my ass cheeks. "What are you writing?" I asked. "'Bareback fuck pig' and 'Cum here' with an arrow to your fuck hole. We want to make sure everyone knows you want your ass filled with spunk." "Now we need something nasty for your face". "How about", "clean your fuck stick here" with an arrow to your mouth? "Fuck stick AND ass cleaner". I suggested. "You are a nasty little faggot fuck pig aren't you". "I am" I replied. He used the market to write the message on my face. Well let's not keep them waiting. Leave your shorts and shirt here. You won't be needing them. Lose your shoes and socks as well". We went back past the video booths to the end of the hall and through a door into a large dimly lit room. There were 4 large screen tvs on the far wall providing the only illumination in the room. I was unable to see anything except the tvs. One was showing a compilation of asses oozing cum. Another was showing a gang bang scene, muscle tops barebacking a twink. The third was a compilation of ass to mouth action. The fourth screen was almost black but I could vaguely make out what looked like a short tall bench. "Fresh meat boys" my guide said. What the fuck am I doing I thought? I'm about to fuck God knows how many strangers bareback, suck strangers cocks and lick asses. I'd never fucked more than one cock at a time and I had no idea if my ass was up for the pounding it was going to get. Oh well, what the fuck, at least they had all been tested. I'd been very lucky as I always let anybody fuck me bareback. "Where'd you get him?" Someone asked. "Totally shaved just like we like them". "The dumb pig cum bucket just walked in". "Said anyone could fuck his negative cunt bareback as long as they were tested". "Wants to rim our asses to". "If they are clean" I added. "Oh we will make sure they are cleaned properly". "What about lube? I didn't bring any". "We got any of our special lube? "Yeah, it was a very busy day in the video booths. " Everyone laughed. "It's edible, smells and taste like cum. I've loaded it into this squirting dildo. What do you think?" He held a cock shaped dildo up to my face and pressed a plunger at the bottom. A clear liquid oozed from from the hole in the tip of the phalanx. It smelled like cum. I licked it and it tasted like cum. "Wow! Smells and tastes like the real thing". "Bend over Cumbag"."Time to lube your cum pit". I bent over and he placed the dildo at the opening of my joy hole. He depressed the plunger as he worked the dildo into my cock pit. He would push it in pull it out, squirt some more lube on the opening then push it in again until he finally had all 6 inches of the dildo in my fuck hole. "Fuck that feels good". "I think I'm ready for the real thing. " He pulled it out and stuck it in my mouth. It tasted like cum and shit hole. "Lick it clean pig". "Now face down on the fuck bench". There were rails along the side for my knees and with my knees up close to my chest it left my fuck hole fully exposed and open to be fucked. The bench was supported by a hydraulic piston on each end which allowed it to be raised or lowered to get either of my fuck holes to the right height. "Ready to get your ass bred?" I nodded. "Beg for it. " "Fuck my ass.""Pump it full of cum"."seed it deep with your spunk" No sooner had I spoken then a cock was rammed hard into my man cunt. "You like that cock in your faggot cum dump cunt" "Fuck yes, it feels so fucking good". "Fuck me hard and deep. Breed my fuck hole". "You like getting fucked by a strangers bareback?" "Yes use me like a piggy sissy boy cum bucket" He started hammering my hole hard and deep. "Beg for it cunt, beg to be fucked hard and deep". "Yes, fuck me hard and deep. Drain your balls". "I want all your cum deep inside my ass". "How did bareback a cum dump pussy boy like you keep from getting the bug?" "Only let hiv negative guys fuck me". I replied. I had to admit fucking strangers bareback with the very real possibility of getting pozed was a turn on. The danger just added to the thrill. " His thrusts were slowing down and he moved cock side to side and up and down as he ground his hard throbbing cock inside my fuckhole. "Well here's your first load of poz spunk you dumbass Cumbag ". A chant of "Poz the cunt"rose from the group of men surrounding us. My own cock was getting even harder. "Look at his cock" someone said. "It likes poz cum". The guy with his cock buried in my ass let out a deep guttural moan and I could feel his cock head swell as he released a huge load of his demon seed deep in my bowels. He kept his cock there until all his poz spunk had been drained in my fuck hole. To be continued.

Anyone up for some fun on the phone unless you live close and want to gift me

So I'm in the midst of kink travel bing. Was in ATL for 24 hours, bred by a dominant buddy in the eagle. Told what to wear, he picked me up, took me to dinner while I had gear on under street cloths, then took me to the eagle, We socialized there before he took me in the back, bent me over and dropped a load. All I had to do was ask him to knock me up. dropped me at my hotel, with instructions for a next visit. Today I'm in DC, and my dealer came over and breed me in the sling, then fisted me to massage in his seed. In Chicago this weekend Dallas Aug 8 Manchester UK Aug 26-28 London Aug 29 - Sept 1 Berlin Sept 1 - 12 Looking for interesting fuck sessions along the way, trying out and meeting new fuck buddies for regular followups. Into many kinks. Let me know if you are interested.

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Hey man... Redlight Video Outlet and Adult Video Warehouse both sell them and both are in the North Palm Beach area. Redlight Video Outlet has a large selection of just about every brand you can think of, Adult Video Warehouse only sells a few (Jungle Juice, Rush). Redlight Video Outlet is a porn shop but also has a combined theater/video booths for $10... Pretty fun place. Adult Video Warehouse is just a porn shop, no theater/booth area. Redlight Video Outlet is located just off Blue Heron Blvd behind the Honda Dealership. Adult Video Warehouse is located off Northlake Blvd, east. Hope that helps, have fun!

My kind of top! The best reward for the top and bottom is a synchronized orgasm. Feels so good to shoot my load while my ass is getting filled with cum. Love to make a top cum in me when he feels my hole spasming and clamping down on his cock with the pleasure of my own orgasm!

So Monday I met up with a friend but we hadn't fucked in 2 years according to him. I did forget how good his big thick black cock felting fucking my ass. We fucked for 2 hours with a nice crummy hole for me at the end. We had met 7 and half years ago and I convinced him to bareback me and we fucked weekly for months like that until we both got busy and met up when we could. I know he has been fucking others bareback after us and now he likes to have dirty talk when he is about to cum. I guess I'm just proud of letting out his true bareback nature from his condom one of 7 years ago.

Mmm, very hot! Nothing better than being fucked by a big black cock...

I was in San Francisco for the Dore Alley Fair this last weekend. My husband wanted to go to a big leather fair this year, so this was it. We arrived in SF on Friday and went to a sex party at Steam Works. I was bored. The next morning my hubby ran off to Mr. S Leather to get tickets to the "Bay of Pigs," party happening later that night at a huge club South of Market. I got onto the Scruff app while he ran the errand. Right away i got two "Woofs!" One guy started sending me pictures of his big cock! (see Pic) I went over to his place 2 blocks from the hotel. He was from Italy but living in SF, with a hairy chest. He loved to kiss and rub his hairy body against mine. He sucked my cock while he fingered my hole. Then stood up with a super hard on. I got on my knees on the bed and he inserted his big white cock in my pussy. He fucked me deep, kissing me on the back of the neck. Then he turned me over on my back and fucked me while we kissed. He sucked on my nipples back and forth, while his cock was still deep my cunt. I got so excited I could feel I was ready to squirt. "I'm gonna shoot," I said. He sat up pumped me harder and we shot at the same time. I could feel his cock head throb inside me. We both laughed with delight, while his cock was still in me, he carefully and slowly pulled out. We kissed again and I left to meet my husband on Folsom at Mr. S Leather

At a BBRT party. 25 guys loads of sucking wanking snogging and fucking. Ended up fucking guys and being fucked and being seeded by the host. Then got fucked by an older bear guy who shot his load over my arse. Ended up seeding a young asian gu.

Haven't posted in a while. Fucks here and there. Just had a handyman that works on buildings in my area come over. Never met him in person before but he saw my CL ad that I was looking for loads. Older, slim, fairly muscular guy with a nice size cock 7.5 but with girth. He came in and unzipped his pants and dropped his briefs down (older guys in briefs turn me on) and had me suck his cock. Tasted great but he said he hadnt came in a while now and he was a bit nervous he would cum quick. We switched to the bedroom where he slid his nice cock into my hairy hole doggy style. Felt amazing. Pumped it for a bit and I could tell he was churning that seed. I told him to to fuck me on my back and we switched to my arms on his shoulders. I could tell by his face he was getting close to unloading so I squeezed my ass muscles and told him to dump that seed inside me. His face of relief as he shot his warm load in me was awesome. He wanted to pull out quick but I told him to push it in further, deep. He eventually pulled out, still kinda hard and I wanted round 2 but he said he had a job to go to. I'll definitely hit him up again. Starting the day with some much needed protein.

I LOVE rimming a hot bubble butt and also prefer a looser fuck hole, so I rim almost every bottom I'm gonna fuck. I've got my own rim chair and will pretty much make out with a guy's ass lips once I get him nice and opened up. Nothing makes my cock harder getting ready to fuck him. This is assuming he's squeaky clean, which I can tell as I'm approaching!! 2 weeks ago I hooked up with a hot 26yo black guy with a typical BBA (big black ass). All the basic foreplay, then had him get on all 4s to rim him before I was about to sink into his hole. His hole was clean as a whistle but tight as fuck - I tried fingering him first, but he was so fucking tight, I wasn't sure how I was gonna get my cock in there, and he was wincing at my finger...ugh....some guys hate fingers I know, so I tried pushing my cockhead in hoping he'd open up for that. He was squeezing me so tight, and I couldn't push in, and was starting to lose my hardon. I told him to get up, I laid down on my back on the bed and told him to straddle my face and smother my face with his bubble ass - he complied and we were both moaning in no time. I had my tongue a couple inches up his hole getting him all slicked up, ad he'd bend down to suck my cock at the same time. About 5 minutes of this actually had me a little too close to cumming and I knew his hole was wet and ready at that point. I came up for air and told him to get back in position, and this time I sunk in balls deep in one push He felt so fucking good I had to keep pulling out or I'd cum. Kept losing a little bit of cum each time I'd pull out actually, which lubed him up a little bit more I kept going down on his ass in doggy position and eating him out some more any time I was getting too close, but that was just making my cock even hornier to get back inside! His hole was so fucking clean I couldn't get enough. I really wasn't sure if he was into ATM, but I hope to find out the next time - he was certainly clean enough for it!! I finally took one last suck and chew of that ass cunt, then stood up and let him know this was it and he was about to get bred - so fucking hot how he want from that TOO TIGHT vice grip to that perfect wet sucking cum hole! Like a few others said - it does depend what's attached to that hole = those big muscular black globes smothering me were definitely icing on the cake!!

So met with the group at the weekend. Was about 17ish guys there, got fucked by 8 (I think kinda started to loose count lol) 5 fucked me raw (that I know of), 3 unloaded in me. It was so hot, get horny now thinking about it!

FT. LAUDERDALE - Was lucky enough to get to go to a cumdump party being hosted by an older gentleman in Wilton Manors, FL. He was whoring out a college-aged sexy bottom. The guy had 9 loads in him when I arrived. I added mine. The host and the cumdump seemed to both be happy with my cock and breeding abilities. I was invited to another cumdump party next week but I'll be on the road working. So look out... I could be in your city this week. Tuesday and Wednesday nights I'll be in COLUMBUS, OH

Been following the forum for a while, thought I'd make my first post all about my first bareback experience. I was in London and had a few drinks with my mates, and ended-up stumbling back to my hotel room at about 2:00 AM, having had quite a few. I felt as horny as hell, so I got into the leather jeans I had packed and fired up Grindr on my phone. While I was looking around and a couple who were staying in a nearby hotel messaged me: Couple: "Hi there, like your profile, are you into bb?" Me: "Not tried it before, but open to it" Couple: "Love your profile, we're a couple, one top, one bottom, both into leather" Me: "Cool, want to meet?" They then sent me the details. By how it was about 3:00 AM. I wandered the ten minute walk to their hotel, all the while nervous and yet turned on. When I arrived at the hotel, I texted them whilst standing outside. One of the two guys came out of the hotel, smiled and said "Follow me." He was mid-30s, slim, shaved head with nice eyes and a wicked smile. Dressed in full leathers, I entered the hotel, passed through the lobby, walking past, but not looking at the reception clerks. I can only imagine what they were thinking! When I arrived at their room, I met the other half of the couple. He was also in his mid-30s, was somewhat more muscular of build, had short dark hair and was wearing a leather vest and a jock. The guy who had met me on the street then stepped into the bathroom, stripped, and came out in a pair of backless leather shorts. It was quite clear then who was the bottom and who was the top! The bottom guy started snogging me, and I snogged him back. Whilst I was doing this the top guy slid his finger down my leather jeans and started fingering my arse whilst tweaking my nipples - this really turned me on. The bottom then bent over on the bed, inviting me to fuck his arse. I undid the buttons on my leathers, my dick standing hard. (I remember being quite impressed that I was fully erect, given the amount I had to drink!) I fingered his arse, which was pre-lubed, and then slid my cock into his arse. It felt tight enough, but not too tight! As I was doing this, the top guy fingered my arse a bit more and I could feel his cock brushing against my arse cheeks. I then started pumping away at the bottom. Some porn was on the laptop nearby. The bottom pushed in and I pushed into him, and I kept pumping away for about seven or eight minutes. After that I couldn't stop myself anymore and growled "I'm going to cum, I'm going to.... ahhhhh" and I felt my cock twitch as it dumped my cum into the bottom's arse. After a few minutes I pulled out my cock. My cum was dripping off it, running down the bottom's shorts and a bit onto my leathers. With it getting late (as it was 4:00 AM-ish). I thanked them both and walked back to my hotel, a happy glow on my face. It was the first time I'd dumped a BB load, but it will not to be the last!

Just took the time to fuck a hot CD in the town over. She wanted a rubber, but i broke the tip and dumped a load in her raw.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Just bred the anonymous twink cumdump again that sucked his "bf" off while I bred him. Amazing hole. I was load # 5 inside that cumdump

HI I am a (kinda) regular at these parties. I like to go there as a mare and always choose the red mask. There are many helpers there during the party who regularly come by to ask if you need something (to drink, toilet) or would like to be led outside to relax your well stretched hole. If you are wearing a white mask, the helpers also check to see that the top is wearing a rubber when penetrating you. I have always felt very safe and the helpers have always been more than helpful. I honestly think they genuinely care. The mask is just a cloth that is wrapped around your head to ensure you can't see anything, but readily allows you to take a sniff on the popper bottle. I hope to get back there soon. Have fun. I hope you have a good time, and get many loads! Tino.

I went there March of last year. I've posted about it before, but briefly. I chose a red hood they explain the risks, you agree, they then number you, and take your picture(back to camera) to enter best in show. One of the helpers liked me and found me a spot by the toilets as he said a lot of tops would see me here. Before you hood yourself you can walk around, have a drink. Check out the place. I noticed there where something like 7 red hoods, compared to the 50 or so whites. I was the youngest of the red hoods by about 10 years. Each mare getting fucked about 20 times is an exaggeration in my opinion, especially because some fuck for long without dumping a load, maybe it's different in Sept. I'd imagine it is. The first guy who fucked me had a PA, which was my first time getting fucked with one, and boy did I feel it. He was rough and after what felt like 10 minutes shot a load in me. During the time he was fucking me more people had surrounded us and fucked my throat etc. I brought poppers(which I recommend) but lost them half way through, luckily every top had some and practically forced them up my nose. I went home with blue lips and blue finger/toe nails. I took at least 8 loads, you can see a little through the hoods but not much. The last guy I fucked wouldn't let me up and really fuck to hurt, he was a young sadist I think. I'm glad I did it because I can say I did it, and the memory was hot, but in reality I wish I had worked up to the PA, that fucked me up. I got Hep C at that event, it's pretty rampant in Europe my doctor told me. I'm not trying to put you off, just giving you a truthful review. Enjoy. Oh at one point three tops carried me from the seating area to a bed so they could better fuck me. That felt hot being thrown around like meet, and I cant be sure but I think one of the staff got their dick in me too. The staff liked me, which made the experience nice. Hope this helps.

Couldnt agree more "chubbybear" if me hole aint enough move on there are plenty more cocks n loads out there

My last three loads were also my first loads. I've been into men for a number of years. Like many of you, I was curious, started with porn, then moved on to meeting guys in parks etc. I finally started having sex as a bottom a few years back, all safe. But the more I had sex the more guys I played with and read about in blogs like this. I became bored and wanted more. I accepted the risks of barebacking some time ago. And finally got the courage to take raw dick and a load. I went to see a guy I met on bbrt last night. I drive over an hour for his dick. We had similar interests and he seems not be a flake like some on bbrt are. Once we got started it was hard for me to say no or not to live out some fantasies I had.... I showed up at his house around 630, he greeted me with a nice big hug and kiss. We chatted for a bit and had a drink to relax. He led me upstairs, we got undressed. He had a nice 8' fairly thick cock, I sucked and rimmed him. He played with and rimmed my ass then we fucked.... After a while he was getting close to cumming. He grunted and stopped pumping, I knew at that moment he was cumming inside me. I didn't feel the cum, only a light pulsing of his cock..... He eventually pulled out and gave me his cock to suck. We fucked once more around 930, for load number two then we fell sleep. I woke up around 3am, we fucked again for load number three and then I left. My hole is sore, and I still wet with his cum. I wasn't sure what to expect from going raw and being bred for the first time. But it was an amazing night and I look forward to seeing him again.

Got 4 loads last night when I posted on craigslist for anonymous cum & dump.Took 2 loads in the backyard where i was bent over waiting for them. A couple guys that have bred me before fucked me in the side yard. It's dark there but you can see the street. I'm just a hole to be used.

FT. LAUDERDALE - Last night was incredible! I love living down here! A guy on BBRT had posted his address and told anyone that wanted to come breed him to look for a silk tie over his door handle and if it was there he was open for loads. I went 3 different times to breed him and each time I was sharing his cummy pussy with other tops! The first time I was there I was load #5. I have no idea how many loads he had by the third time I bred him!? When I left there I signed onto Grindr and got hit up by an anonymous cumdump that was 4 minutes away. Apparently he was sucking the cock of the guy who was whoring him out and this would be a totally anonymous pump & dump. He sent an ass pic and I was intrigued. When I arrived it was even better than I imagined. Sexiest little twink body I've seen in a long time and in the perfect position.... ass up, face down, sucking the cock of his buddy. I bred him and left. What a night!

the following is the second chapter which was written, shortly after the first installment, it was never posted since it really doesn't fit in this forum, but i will post it now to see if there is any interest in continuing this storyline I went to bed early that night after playing video games with DJ on our old ps2 someone had given us a few years back. I had dreams of Jeff and the other hot jock using my body the way I used Cheryl’s for their own gratification. I woke up around 3 wet and sticky, hoping DJ hadn’t been disturbed by my more than likely noisy dream. He was still fast asleep, I grabbed a dirty pair of boxers from the hamper and wiped up my spooge, no wonder our room sometimes smelled like the gym locker room, I went over and cracked open the window a little to let in fresh air and let out the sexual funk. I climbed back in bed and buried my face in the wet spot on the sheet breathing in the smell of my cum, it made me hard again but now I was awake to control myself I fell back asleep stroking my cock. I woke up again around 7 with DJ cuddled next to me on top of the covers holding onto me, same way he used to cuddle up to me after dad left. I disengaged Daniels arms and crawled out of bed, heading for the bathroom hoping mom was either in the kitchen or still in bed, not really wanting to have her see my raging boner, I pissed then jumped in the shower where I began messaging my hard on to the point of no return, just as I was about to unload the door swings open and in runs DJ “Man, I have to take a wicked piss” His stream can be heard over the running water of the shower as it hits the back of the porcelain, I realized that the whole time he was pissing I never let go of my cock listening to my bro taking a piss had rejuvenated my hard on from the orgasm killer of him bursting in. I was lucky the shower curtain was opaque and he couldn’t see in, as his stream subsided he turned around and sat on the toilet “JJ I’m really going to miss you, wish you could take me with you” “I know little amigo, but you’ll be fine, take care of mom will you?” He started tearing up again and I made him laugh by telling a joke, my hard on finally subsiding, guess I’ll have to wait till later before relieving the pressure, I pulled the curtain aside and reached for my towel, DJ watching me intently. I toweled dry while conversing with my little bro reassuring him I would be just a text or phone call away if he needed me, I slid on the underwear and tee shirt I had brought in with me and headed back to the bedroom where I grabbed my shorts and slid them on. By the time DJ and I had reached the kitchen mom had fixed us each a nice plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. We both chowed down and finished our breakfast in sync. I gave Daniel and mom a hug told them I’d keep in touch and grabbed my suitcase and gym bag, Daniel ran up to me and hugged me again as I went out the door. I threw my bags in the back seat of my car not wanting to deal with the trunk, my car was a restoration in progress, early stages. I hopped in and started it up crossing my fingers it would make the 250 mile journey without incident. I had intended to work on it before heading to school but with coaches invite wouldn’t have a chance. I drove the first thirty minutes in silence, before realizing how quiet it was then turned on the radio. I had been so deep in thought I barely remember driving the distance, I stopped for gas about a hour and a half out figuring I would then have enough to get me to university. While filling up I picked up some healthy snacks and continued my journey. I arrived in the city of my college just over four hour’s from my departure having had no mechanical difficulties. I pulled over to the side of the rode to consult the map I had downloaded and printed. I got my bearings in this strange new area and was about to pull out when I heard a “whurrp” behind me, looking in the rear view mirror I saw the red and blue lights “License and registration please” I reached in the glove box and pulled out the registration then pulled my license out of my wallet and handed them to the officer “Is there something wrong officer” He stepped back and I saw his bulging crotch and a nicely put together highway patrol about mid-twenties and very handsome “Well son what we have here is a jalopy being driven by a teenager with out of state plates” “Sorry officer, but I’m on my way to state college and I just stopped to check my map to make sure I was going the right way” “Oh you’re going the right way son but you need to get this junk heap off my roads before it becomes an eyesore in my jurisdiction” He was smiling from ear to ear, not sure it was my charm or whether he noticed my hard on when he leaned down to give back my paperwork. He started scribbling something and I feared I was getting my first ticket since getting my permit when I was fifteen. He leaned back into the car looking me deeply into my blue eyes and said “State college is just a couple miles down this road, take exit 103b for the best access to the residence halls, by the way I moonlight over there as a security guard so park on the back side.” With that he handed me the piece of paper with his name and number on it if you’re in the need for anything give me a call. Story of my life always being handed names and numbers with offers to help. I chuckled and slipped the paper into my pocket as I replaced my license and registration to their proper places, watching Kevin pulling away I waved and he waved back. I pulled out onto the roadway and continued to drive down the road, found exit 103b and pulled off onto the edge of campus, following the signs to the residence halls. I parked in the visitor lot and entered the reception center, which since it was still three days before actual check in for students was almost deserted. I walked up to the single person at the counter “Howdy” “May I help you?” “Coach Davis called and asked me to come and check in early” “Name?” As she pulled out a clipboard “Martinez, Javier Jesus” “Ah yes, hold on a second” She turned around and picked up a phone dialing an extension “Coach Davis please” “Yes, I have a JJ Martinez here says he was asked to check in early” “Uh ha, I see, ok well we’ll have to relocate him, that ok with you” “Well his room isn’t ready yet and we don’t want to have to move him after he gets settled in” “OK well he’ll still be in the athletic wing” “I understand you have others checking in today” “Ok can you send me an e-mail with their names, I think JJ was the only one effected by the water damage” She hung up the phone and checked her computer and pushed some keys I could see a screen pop up with room diagram, she clicked on my name on the diagram and dragged it to a room where there was only a single name at the other end of the hall. She then took the other name that was in the original room and dragged and dropped it into a room on a second floor diagram thus emptying the original room “Sorry, we had a pipe break over the summer and have lost a few rooms due to water damage” “Ok I see” “Oh don’t worry, Coach Winters hasn’t signed all his freshmen recruits yet so there are still open spots” “Coach Winters? Who’s he?” “Oh don’t worry you’ll get to know all the coaches at the athletic reception” “Alright, so where do I go from here?” She laughed at me and slid a stack of paper at me which had been printing while we had been talking. “Ok look these over and sign and initial where indicated” She directed me to a cubicle along a row of cubicles and handed me a pen, I took the stack and went over to the small table where I went through the various forms and initialed and signed my life away or so I thought. After signing the residence hall contract and agreeing to all the regulations. I brought the paperwork back to Shelia (that’s what her name badge said) “So how do you deal with the majority of students when they all swarm in here on Friday?” “Oh most have already signed the paperwork during the summer” “So it’s just a few special cases that need to go through this” “Usually out of state athletes, ones we couldn’t get to come in and pre-fill in the forms, like you” “Alright what’s next?” “Give me second I don’t think your RA has checked in yet” “RA?” “Yeah resident advisor, but its ok I’ll show you to room after I lock up and put a be right back sign up, your coach says he’s sending a car for you in about an hour, you can keep out of trouble that long can’t you?” “Well yeah, I’ll be your model resident” She laughed and grabbed a sign and a set of keys, and a key card which already had my picture on it. She walked me to the door, locking it behind us, then escorted me across the quad which several of the halls enclosed, handed me the key card which I looked at “Ok how, when did you snap my picture for the card” “When I was on the phone and you were waiting I snapped it you looked so cute, even nervous” “Ok, and printed it?” “When you were filling out the contracts” We approached staircase with a handicap ramp off to the side, bounded up the steps and to double doors, she held out her hand and motioned for me to swipe the card, the lock clicked “You have about 15seconds to open the door before it locks again” I pulled on the door and it opened, she guided me inside and to an elevator, pushed the button and the doors slid open, we stepped into the elevator and she pressed 5. The car rose up quickly and stopped on the fifth floor, she walked me down the hall and stopped in front of 569 handed me the keys and a parking pass for my car. She instructed me how and where to move my car that was close to the building and how to get back in. She left me to go back to the reception center. I went back down and across the quad to move my car behind Winston hall. I parked and grabbed my bags, carrying them back to my room. It was a simple room with two bunk bed two dressers, two desk and closets. I selected a side and tossed my bag upon the bed. I separated my clothes, those that went into the dresser and those into the closet. I also threw my gym bag into the closet on the floor not knowing when the first practice would be for my new team. I sat down on the bed, never having been so alone, the floor was deserted save myself, I was the first to arrive or at least the first on my floor. I grabbed my room key and my key card and decided to explore a little before whomever the coach sent to fetch me arrived. I wandered down the hall and found the common room and the study hall, I wandered back towards my room and the elevator to find one of the bathrooms a couple doors down from my room. I was curious and entered the room to find a bank of sinks below a large mirror opposite the urinals and toilet stalls on the backside of the wall of sinks was a large shower area one side communal the other separated into smaller private stalls with flimsy curtains. As I rounded the corner after inspecting the shower enclosure I came across a stunning young man using the urinal, he zipped up as I approached “Javier?” “Yes I am” “I’m Charles, Coach Davis’s assistant” “Ok so you must be my tour guide” “Well I came to bring you to coaches’ house for the afternoon after helping you settle in, show you around a bit” Charles took me down stairs then as we crossed the quad he pointed out the various paths and gave me directions to where each one led. He led me down the one that brought us to the athletic center, practice fields, football stadium, soccer fields, and workout facilities. He pointed out where the baseball and softball diamonds were and the intramural fields as well, including the aquatic facilities. We made our way back to the athletic center and Charles showed me the Soccer team room where a couple players were hanging out, Charles introduce me to Scott, David and Jose and told me to chill with them for a while. He left us to get better acquainted, and we shot the bull for the better part of the hour before he returned to bring us to the coach’s house. We were all freshmen and were all 18 to 19 years old, Scott was 6’1” blonde hair blue eyes of southwestern charm, Jose was 5’9” black hair and brown puppy dog eyes rough features and very Mexican, David like me had just turned 18 and was 6’3 tall with an amazing body brown hair and hazel eyes most likely of English or Irish decent. I found out we all were in the same dorm only on different floors. We piled into a commuter type van, painted with the schools colors and logo on the outside, Charles drove for maybe 10-15 minutes through what looked like Greek row and some other apartment and campus housing communities, the four of us chattering away as the scenery drifted past. Finally we pulled up to a modest Ranch style house near the perimeter of what we would later get to know as campus village. Charles escorted us through the side gate into the back yard where a BBQ was underway, there was several of the local soccer players, those who spent the summer near campus, many of the coaches and select instructors in the Kinesiology/Athletic department. Charles took us around and introduced us to the coaches. Coach Davis had arraigned this informal get together BB-Q to help us get acquainted with each other and the college in general, pairing each freshmen up with a junior or senior on the team as our big brothers sort of. I spent much of the afternoon chatting and getting to know my teammates. Before being shuttled back to the residence hall, Coach Davis gave each of us a bucket of chicken as the dining hall wouldn’t open till the following day, for breakfast for early athletes. Charles once again loaded us, the four freshmen and several of the other players in the van and took us back to the halls. When I got back to my room, a tall lanky blond haired guy was napping on the bottom bunk, when I opened the door he got up quickly and introduced himself as Chris Slovenski, he was about my height and about 10 to 15 pounds lighter than me, said he played baseball, but his coach hadn’t scheduled a team meeting till the following day. We chatted awhile and I offered him up some chicken, biscuits and mashed potatoes, as it was now about dinner time we chowed down in our room. I had hoped that my roommate would arrive later, not that I didn’t enjoy the company of Chris, but I really needed to get off. As we sat there chatting and getting to know each other, it didn’t help that Chris was sexy as hell, and was giving me a raging boner, which I noticed he glanced at quite frequently, but then again I believed and hoped the bulge in his shorts was not just my imagination. We had scarfed down the bucket of chicken, and had cleaned up the mess, complete with taking the empty to the trash chute. Upon returning to the room, Chris turned to face me as I kicked back at one of the desk “Ok, Javier we will be roommates this year, and before we go any further I need to know, are you Gay, or Bi, or what, I’ve heard rumors that you have a son, but you keep checking me out and have gotten a huge boner while we’ve been talking.” “Um, ah, well, the child was an accident, no that’s not what I mean, yes Chris I find you very Sexy, but I’m not sure if that makes me gay or whatever” He stared at me for a second then pulled me to him, planting a kiss on my lips he groped my hard cock and began rubbing my groin, he reached over to make sure the door was locked and proceeded to undress me, soon my engorged cock was in his mouth, and I was skull fucking his face. It didn’t take me long to blast a big load down his throat. He stood up and kissed me again, sharing the taste of my own cum with me. “Dude that was great, I’ve wanted to do that to a guy for years, it isn’t going to affect our relationship is it?” He asked with a frightened look on his face, half expecting me to pummel him or something, I took him in my arms and Whispered in his ear “ you bet it is going to affect our relationship, buddy”

Jim was a 60 y.o. and loved his 40 y.o. BF, Hiro but his lack of interest in sex started to bother Jim as he still had a strong sexual appetite all the time. It's been almost a month since Jim fucked Hiro with his 9inch thick white cock and the video of that fuck session played on the big screen as Jim pumped his cock. Jim was about to pour some lube on his cock when his phone rang and it was Joe, his old friend/dealer. "Hey, Joe..." Jim answered the phone as the fucking on the screen got louder. "Hey, are you fucking someone right now?" "I wish. It's porn." "well, there's an amateur porn that I want to show to you. " "Okay." "Come over now." 20 minutes later, Jim was at Joe's door and was ushered into Joe's old loft by a hot young Dominican man. There were two other young men with Joe who must be his delivery boys and they were putting away their supplies away as Jim walked in. "Guys, this is my friend, Jim, Hiro's boyfriend." The young men started to look at Jim nervously as they shook hands and said their names. Julio was the Dominican boy who opened the door and the others were Samba and Jamal. There was a brief moment of silence before Joe passed around the bong. After everyone had few hits off the bong, they started to relax in the white cloud. Jim stood up to go to the bathroom when Julio got up and followed him to the bathroom. "Hey, man.... I am sorry but we didn't know he was in a relationship" "What are you talking about?" "Your boy...." That's when Joe came over and told Jim to go pee and join in his media room. As Jim went into the bathroom, he saw Joe and his boys heading to the media room while they shed their clothes on the way. Jim's cock got hard as he emptied his bladder as T started to kick in. Unlike some guys, Jim's cock got harder when he did T. He stripped as he left the bathroom and joined the others in the media room. There was an interracial gang bang sex playing on the projector and all 3 naked young men showed tremendous excitement as they blew white smoke out. Jim sat down next to Joe and Julio brought the bong to Jim and sat next to Jim. As Jim inhaled the smoke out of the bong, he sensed everyeone's eyes on him. He looked at them and turned his eyes to the porn and almost choked on the smoke inhaled as Hiro's face appeared on the screen. Hiro was being double fucked while he sucked another one, taking 3 huge black cocks at once on the screen. There were more guys on the background watching and waiting for their turns. They called Hiro all kinds of names and said some nasty things to him. Jim recognized the 3 young men on the screen as well and looked at Joe when he started to tell Jim how Hiro had been hiring young men to breed him for years and have been pozzed few years ago. Jim felt betrayal and anger towards Hiro and as the scene unfolded to Hiro's drugged up body being used as cum dump for the young black and latino men, he wanted to do the same thing or more harsher things to Hiro. One fat black man with a huge fat black cock started to fuck down hard into Hiro's folded body in spite of Hiro's scream which was silenced by Julio's big Dominican cock which pushed down into Hiro's throat and stayed there. Camera moved to show Hiro's eyes rolled back and glazed with drugs and lust while his face glistened with sweat, spit and cum underneath heavy hairy balls of Julio. As both Julio and the fat old man slapped him arouond and used his holes, Hiro's cock started to spray his cum all over his own face and chest.

Part 3 After his experience with the hot suited Man, Clay decided to do some searching on craigslist. Among his top favorite searches were posts from married men who worked in the city and wanted some discreet no strings attached head before heading home to New Jersey and Scarsdale. The aching feeling he got having these businessmen come to his door, Feed him their dick, bust a nut and leave always left him wanting more. And of course there were a number of close calls with his straight roommate walking in, which often made Clay cum in his shorts. However, after a while this routine seemed to feel dull. While he loved giving head, and especially loved tapping into his dirty side, he knew he wanted to take it further. He often fantasized about letting all of his inhibitions down and getting tagteamed by a pair, or even better a group of masculine dominant guys who would take him to places he had never gone before. He had always wanted a guy to fuck him raw and cum in his butt but he was far too nervous to ask for it. Sure he loved to swallow, but it wasn't the same thing. This feeling nagged at him for months until one night... It was 3 AM and his roommate was out of town for a few weeks visiting friends on the West Coast. Clay was up late and had had a pretty rough week. Unable to sleep, and tossing around the idea of seeing if anyone was looking in Hell's Kitchen midtown, he pulled up craigslist. He searched through all the usual stuff, until he found something that caught his eye. "Looking for son to play wiTh, favs to share". Inside the ad read 42 6ft 175 8"c Dom Top in gear looking for son to parTy with and get nasty. Looking to host. Clay had seen posts like these before, but often ignored them as he wasn't sure what parTy meant but figured it was drug related. He had smoked pot a few times and a few hits of ecstasy but that was about it. But there was something about this post that had him curious. Before he knew what he was doing, he began to write a reply. His hands begin trembling and his breath became shallow as he wrote back "Hey what's up, young guy here into playing with Men. Never partied before, is that ok? In Hell's Kitchen and can travel." With that he included a somewhat innocent looking picture of himself, and sent it on its way. Almost instantly came the reply: "You wanna learn how little boy?" Clay loved to be called little boy by older Men, and his dick immediately got hard and began to leak pre-cum. He wrote back "When and where?" And sent another picture to hopefully seal the deal. A few minutes later the guy sent his address, and told Clay to hurry over. Clay was excited and nervous in a way he hadn't been for some time. He threw on his green ball cap, A pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. It wasn't until he got his shoes on that he stopped and realized holy shit...I'm kind of scared. The next thing he knew he was standing outside the guys building. He took a few more shallow breaths and took his hand out of his pocket to push the buzzer. No voice came over the intercom, just the buzz of the door unlocking to allow him in. Up to the 3rd floor he went.

There is nothing better than being bent over a tree and being fucked by all cummers. Oh, there might be something better, thats being tied over it and being whored out by a pimp.

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

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

My mouth was watering for big black cock and my hole was absolutely on fire. Scott grabbed a butt plug and inserted it into himself with a quick eyes-rolling-in-the-back-of-the-head effect. "Feel good, pig?" I asked......he just nodded and licked his lips and walked over to add more crystal to our pipe. We definitely wanted it ready for our hung black guest of honor. The torch heated the pipe and and that familiar crackle sound and the hum of the torch filled the room when a loud knock hit the door. Neither of us had checked messages recently. Scott smirked and handed me the pipe and torch and headed for the door. I hit that pipe and blew out a huge cloud. I heard a very deep voice introduce himself as Tyrell and heard his belt buckle hit the hardwood floor practically before the door closed behind him. As I walked over to the foyer, Scott was doing what he was born to do....on his knees deep throating that beautiful thick black cock. Tyrell loved it and motioned for the pipe. We passed it back and forth and he was telling us that he had come from a gang bang. Scott groaned at those words and I have to admit it turned me on, too and we both looked at each other wondering if there could be more in our near future. Tyrell got comfortable and motioned toward the bed. Clearly he was ready to fuck some white ass. He bent me over and ate my hole for a good four or five minutes. I had to have that huge piece. I crouched down a bit and offered him my pink fuck hole. He spit on his cock and slid the head in past my hungry lips. I felt that monster disappear deep inside me and he started to droll me with deep deliberate strokes. Scott hit the pipe, egging us on. We decided to switch up and Scott got on the edge of the bed and grabbed his ankles spreading his legs wide for our new buddy. Tyrell stepped a couple feet to his left and started plowing that hungry cunt. It wasn't long before his breathing became more intense and he grunted every couple of seconds.....finally dropping that sweet nut that we were so fucking crazed for. Tyrell assured us there'd be another round or two and I exited to prepare some G/gatorade cocktails.

DAMN! My cock gets rock hard reading each chapter. Love Paul's innocence and naivete ... what's left of them, anyway. Enjoying your choice of pics, as well; they help me imagine/fantasize about my own future adventures! Thanks for continuing this great story!

The first time I got fucked, the guy told me that he was 13 1/2". I had no idea about sizes at that time. And I didn't measure him. But he was so fucking huge and very thick! I was really afraid he was going to rip my ass apart! I asked him to be gentle, but he said that he was going to fuck me hard and there was nothing I could do about it. After all, I'm 5'11" and at that time I was only about 130 lbs, and he was about 6'3" and over 200 lbs of rock solid muscle, so I knew there was nothing I could do. Then I asked him about condoms, and he just laughed, and threw me on the bed, took my legs and put them around him, and just plowed his bare cock into me so fucking hard, I had tears streaming down my face! It hurt so fucking bad! I don't know how long it took him to get every inch of his cock inside me, but it took a while. It really did feel like he was going to rip my ass apart! When he was all the way in, he started to really pound me hard and fast. I heard and felt his balls slapping against my ass! I was still afraid and in pain, but I also found myself really turned on! I was enjoying being fucked hard by a huge thick cock! The feeling of thinking he could tear my ass apart was also turning me on! When he was about to blow his load, he stopped, and I felt his cock pulsating inside me. Then I felt his cock pumping and pumping cum deep inside me. At first I didn't feel any cum. But then I felt a warm liquid feeling deep inside me. And I wanted more! He fucked me several times that day. And after my ass hurt so bad, I could barely walk for a few days. But soon I started going over to his place a few times a week to get fucked. There was only one other guy that big, and that was my last boyfriend. Yes, his cock is a real 13 1/2". That I measured! I told him several times that he should send pics of his cock to gay porn sites. But he didn't want to. Anyway, he actually hurt more than the first guy, as his cock was thicker. But I just couldn't get enough of his cock, and he couldn't get enough of my ass. I still get to see him a few times during the year when he comes to town, or when I go to visit him. And he fucks me like crazy every time!

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