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His thick, POZ load creamed my ass. What a fucking way to celebrate hump day! I had taken Wednesday off from work, as that was the only day the electrician could come by and do the latest round of work I needed. He was tall, thick, with a beard – total white daddy bear. Grizzly? Polar Bear? Yeah more Polar Bear in a sweaty, Redneck, white trash sort of way. I can say that as they are my peoples – I grew up in the country, in a trailer, with a bunch of weed-growing, inbred mother-fuckers – and damn proud of it. Take a knee Tim Tebow! So back to the story. This electrician had worked on my condo twice before and each time there was just something about him that made me want to jerk off thinking about him for days after. Dirty sex. That’s it. He was one of those men that you look at and think, “Yeah this fucker is DIRTY/NASTY sex!” Alas, even when he asked me if I was married to a Mrs. or a Mr. and I said I preferred just being single and playing with my straight top fuck buddies. He didn’t react and went right back to his work. I figured he was not into sliding my way and giving my boy hole a pounding. The wiring was completed on the electrical outlets I wanted moved, and as the Polar Bear helped me push the entertainment center back against the wall he grabbed one of the DVD cases that fell out, looked at the BANG BROS title and cover and whistled and said, “Fucking hell. Those chicks can take some dick!” I laughed, smiled, and agreed, “Yeah, that’s one of my favorites.” He then surprised me by asking, “Is this what you put in when your straight fuck buddies come by to fuck you?” as he grabbed the remotes, turned the TV on then revved up the DVD player. “Grab me a beer as and let’s watch this puppy,” the electrician went on, “This was my only job of the day as the one for this afternoon got cancelled and I got several hours before I have to be home to the wife and kids.” I happily obliged, not quite sure where this was going, but excited about the possibilities. Hell even if I got to see his dick that would give me fantasies to jack off to for a good long while. “BETTER BRING ME A COUPLE, I’M A THIRSTY SON-OF-A-BITCH,” he yelled from the living room, so I snagged two beers for him, one for me, handed them to him, set mine down and excused myself to use the bathroom. A quick finger in the ass check to make sure I was clean and I joined him back in the living room. The electrician downed the first two beers in nothing flat and had just crushed the empty can of the third when the porn moved beyond the initial set up/let’s get naked to the “bitch get on your knees and suck my long, black dick.” My guest stood up, started emptying his pockets and unbuttoning his work shirt and said, “Go on and grab me four more beers and line them up here for me so they’re handy.” I scrambled up, eyed his big furry chest as I walked by and swooned a little from his hot, man scent. By the time I got back with the beer he was buck naked, sitting in the chair with a beer in his left hand and his thick dick in his right, stroking it to attention. “I have not been able to get out to see the street whores up in Northeast all week,” the electrician said as he continued to watch the porn and stroke his dick, which was now slick with precum, “I creampie their pussies at least every other day in the back of my work van. Fuck yeah they skanky bitches.” Then he looked right at me and said, “You’re a skanky bitch too, now get the fuck over here because I got a week’s worth of cum to creampie that pussy good with.” The electrician did not even look at me as I quickly got undressed. He was standing up now, slugging his beer, stroking his meaty dick, and eyes intent on the porn. The beer finished, he burped, wiped his chin a bit although he still had spit/beer dregs glistening his beard, crushed the can and casually tossed it to the side where it clanged loudly on the wood floor. I wasn’t sure what exactly to do, but stepped up and bent forward just to the left and front of him – and waited. Another loud burp, a slug of spit shot into my crack, big bear paw claws scratching at my hole looking for honey, then the electrician grabbed me, wrapped both arms around me tight and squeezed, “FUCKING SKANK BITCH, GONNA CREAM THAT PUSSY GOOD. DAMN YOU’RE TIGHT, NOT FOR LONG, GIVE ME THAT HOLE, FUCK YEAH, FILLING THAT PUSSY UP WITH MY POZ DICK!” What? I tried to turn my head, my body stiffened, the Polar Bear tightened his grip more as he banged my ass harder and deeper and laughed, “YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, YOU HEARD ME BITCH. FILLING YOU WITH POZ DICK, BUT YOU DON’T CARE DO YOU? YOU JUST BENT OVER AND TOOK ME RAW, NOW YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE. BIG OLD WHITE POZ DICK IN YOUR SKANKY BITCH WHORE PUSSY. FUCKING HELL I LOVE CREAMING A HOLE! YOU READY FOR THIS LOAD? READY TO GET NAILED AND RAILED? AWWW FUCK YEAH! MILK MY DICK!” His thick, POZ load creamed my ass and before his dick was totally finished he let go of me, pulled out, stepped back, popped another can of beer open, drained it and threw the can on the floor, then pointed at his dick and said, “GET ON YOUR KNEES SKANK AND TASTE IT. LICK IT CLEAN THEN IF YOU CAN GET IT HARD AGAIN I’LL FUCK YOU SOME MORE. THAT PUSSY’S EAGER FOR IT NOW ISN’T IT?” A few minutes later the electrician was hard and ready to go again and easily slid up my greased and coated guts. The second load took a little longer and he was breathing hard, but when his balls pulled up he let me know, “POZZING YOU AGAIN YOU SKANK WHORE BITCH!” With this load, he stepped back, swayed a little, ran a hand through his beard, over his head, across his big furry chest, grabbed me by the arm and stumbled us to the bedroom. A quick shove and I was face down on the bed, with a grunt and a sigh he quickly followed and promptly fell asleep, snoring like a chainsaw as his bear paws held me tight against his chest. The mini-hibernation nap revived the hungry bear who groaned and growled when he awoke, stroked his hard dick back to full life once then twice, then grunted as he heaved himself up onto my back. It was hard to breath with this giant Polar Bear on my back, but I let him take what he wanted as he grabbed my wrists, held my arms out wide, and slid his dick up my moist hole and whispered, “USED SKANK BITCH PUSSY. WET WITH CUM. GLAZED ON THE OUTSIDE WITH THAT WHITE, CREAM FILLING ON THE INSIDE. BIG OLD JELLY DOUGHNUT THAT FEELS SO GOOD WRAPPED AROUND MY FUCKING POZ DICK.”

Although I'm just 23, I’m having the time of my short life, yeah, I'm having a blast. But let me back up quite a few years and start at the beginning. I am the third boy in a family of five boys. My younger brother Tim is 18 months younger than me and my two older brothers Scott and Matt, are four and six years older respectively. After the birth of my youngest brothers, Mom got really sick. Although she hung on for almost eight years, she eventually succumbed to the illness that beset her. Not surprisingly Dad was distraught trying to raise five boys who ranged in age from eight to just shy of sixteen, and Dad especially had trouble dealing with me, his middle son, who was somewhat effeminate. Tim was also a handful, particularly in dealing with the loss of his mother. Although I had become his major caregiver, Dad didn’t want me, his flamboyant son, unduly influencing his youngest child, so Dad called on his best friend (who we all knew as Uncle Jack), a buddy Dad knew from college, who, while he was a bit like me, (he definitely had his Diva moments) but also could pull off the straight macho attitude. In any event, Dad asked Jack if he would raise me, which wasn't nearly as unreasonable as it might sound. Uncle Jack lived quite nearby, so I wouldn’t need to change schools, and I could visit my brothers whenever I wanted. Now you may thought my math skills were a little off since I mentioned five brothers and only listed four. Well, the fifth is my twin brother Kyle. Although we're identical twins, he is completely at odds in behavior and taste. Well you now have met my family. I’m Jake and I now live with my real uncle Rod, my little brother Tim lives with us as well and Kyle uses Uncle Rod's home as basecamp for his job. So when I was about ten my father sent me to live with his college chum and best bud, Uncle Jack. Jack was 6'4", and about 220 pounds, so he was a mountain of a man, a macho guy, a real man. I imagine my father thought Uncle Jack would be a good role model for me, and so I did. It didn't hurt that he was also very handsome and quite well off. The first year there were a lot of adjustments to make, daily routines, chore schedules and generally just really getting to genuinely know each other, but by the time my 12th birthday rolled around, I realized Uncle Jack and I shared some very similar qualities: we both enjoyed the company of very cute young men. It was common for Jack to have a guest over from his office, or an acquaintance from a local hangout, all of whom ranged from 18 to around 25. Jack also hung-out with a group of men in the range of 35 to early fifties. I always enjoyed the attention the guys and men would shower on me, though none of them touched me inappropriately. By the time I reached 15 or 16, I began noticing that some of the guys would stay over, as I now stayed up later it was obvious that these boys and men, would retire to my Uncle Jack's bedroom after they thought I was asleep. In actuality, however, I was often awake, playing games on my computer or phone, and I overheard Uncle Jack's moans and groans, as well as those of his current guest, as the noises filtered down the hallway. I was inwardly pleased to know Uncle Jack, a macho man, was just essentially like me, even if, unlike me, he was not a virgin. I kept Uncle Jack's secret from my brothers and especially Dad, as I slowly got closer to Kyle and Tim, and seemingly more distant from Scott and Matt, with my older brothers actually bulling me and calling me Faggot and Queer. I just disregarded them as Uncle Jack had taught me that it was their problem that they couldn’t accept me. As my 18th birthday approached Kyle asked if he could spend the night, I of course jumped at the chance to be with my twin, although we had opposite temperaments we shared looks and almost identical bodies, Kyle played more sports and hit the gym more frequently than me but I still had a six pack, to his eight pack. Uncle Jack had a friend come over and cook us a really good dinner, and Kyle and I played Xbox games up till about 10 o’clock, when we headed to my room and got ready for bed. As I lay there in my shorts next to my hunky brother I was nervous and excited, what if he noticed my boner, then I looked down and noticed his ample bulge which like mine was hardening and tenting his shorts. I looked over at Kyle and he had a gleam in his eyes “I love you Jake, you know in a few hours we’ll both be 18” “I know” Kyle leaned over towards me and tentatively placed his lips on mine and began kissing me, his hand found my bulge and began kneading it through my basketball shorts, my hand soon found his bulge and I noticed the fabric was quite damp, as mine was most assuredly, our kissing became very passionate, our tongues probing the others oral cavities “I had no clue you had gay tendencies” I quizzed him “We are twins, and while I may view things differently, thanks to Dad, I’ve been Queer for you since I was about 12” I was taken aback, my twin has had the hots for me for 6 years and I hadn’t realized it, he soon was on top of me offering his cock to my lips, which I gladly opened as he sunk his large phallus into my mouth, we were both about the same size 9.5 inches, as I took him down my throat I could taste his precum, the nectar which had sustained my jerkoff sessions as I sucked my own dick in the previous months, listening to Jack pummeling or being pummeled just down the hall. I slid off of Kyles glistening cock, pushed him aside and before he could react “Have you ever done this?” I rolled up on my shoulder blades and pointed my dripping cock toward my mouth the relaxing my back slid just over half my cock “Fuck no, but let me try” Kyle followed my lead and rolled back on his shoulder blades and took his cock into his mouth, I had turned my brother onto a talent he had no idea he possessed, I went back to sucking my cock really getting the precum flowing. Kyle unwound himself and began playing with my ass, wetting a finger and rubbing it on my pucker, then he dove in and began licking my hole occasionally fingering the opening, the grandfather clock in the hall chime twelve and I soon found my twin brother with three fingers working in my hole alongside his tongue. My cock was flooding my mouth and throat with precum when Kyle stopped his ministrations on my ass, I felt empty then I felt his slimy cock press into my hole, first the head drooling precum into my gaping hole then an inch or two slid down into my opening “I’ve never fucked a guy before, but I always wanted you to be my first, you see like you I’ve saved myself for my true love, my brother” By the time he made his confession his entire cock had eased its way into my rectal cavity and I could feel the underside brushing my prostate he pumped in and out about ten to fifteen times before announcing he was too close and blasted my interior walls with his white cream. I was close too, as he pulled out with a pop I rolled off my shoulders and felt my ass, dripping with my brother’s cream, I scooped up what was dripping from my gaping hole and smeared it onto Kyles quivering pucker, I fingered his cum into his hole, scooping up freshly escaping semen from my ass lips, and pushing it into his until I was able to get three fingers past his sphincter, my cock was dripping precum on his hole as well as I slid my cock into Kyle, I could only imagine this is how it felt to slide into me. I was balls deep in my brother, I rolled onto my side bringing Kyle with me, my cock still pumping in and out as my hips gyrated, holding my twin in my arms as my cock worked his inner gut. As it already well past midnight, although he was hard and drooling precum I soon heard Kyle drift into a sound slumber, I pumped a silent load into his intestine and continued fucking him for a while longer before feeling another load building up “Ah fuck, god your ass is so….., ggggggooooodddddd, take my load bro” I spewed my load into his ass, he barely awoke, as l hugged him closer we fell asleep with my still hard cock buried in his chute It felt great having Kyle in my arms, I only fantasized about actually having sex, let alone having it be my twin. Around three in the morning I felt the mattress sink on both sides waking me slightly, thinking Kyle had gotten up, but wait my cock is still buried in Kyle’s hole, then I felt a large cock sliding into my crevice, a hand slid over my mouth as my cock slid from his hole. A mouth moved in and began sucking my rod, while the phallus at my back door pushed into my hole, Uncle Jack whispered in my ear “Relax, your 18 now so I can legally have you to play with, I’ve raised you to be a good queer boy, now just enjoy the ride” I looked over to see Kyle being fucked by one of Jacks friends who had attended dinner with us, Jack was thicker than Kyle or I so he stretched my hole out, and fucked a lot rougher, which I soon discovered I liked, I suddenly realized that there was also a small group of guys surrounding the bed, all jerking their cocks “Don’t worry they’ll all get a chance to breed you” uncle Jack told me With that my hole got wetter as Jack bred my no longer virgin hole. Jack pulled out slowly as one of his 18 year old buddies climbed on the bed and entered my hole, rolling me over and having me ride his long but thin cock, a small brown bottle was placed under my nose, I was told to inhale, my head got fuzzy, and a warmth spread over my body, I took another hit and another, the sensation of the inhalant was awesome I didn’t realize a second cock had penetrated my ass, the twink and the bear daddy were working together to breed my now distended hole. I had been making out with the 18 year old as I rode his cock, as the daddy bear pulled me back in a bear hug I noticed for the first time the scorpion encircling the twinks nipple, the bear pulled my head around into a kiss, and I saw the 20 something that was Fucking Kyle had a bio hazard on his hip as I looked around the room at all the guys who were going to take turns on our asses almost all had some form of tattoo, signifying Poz. I settled back into getting fucked as the twink blew his load into my cummy cavity. Six more men bred me and Kyle before dawn some came back around to fill us a second time, Jack was keeping score on my white board. I had taken 3 more loads than Kyle. As each guest finished off they would hug and kiss Jack goodnight, then collect their clothes and depart. Finally as the sun began to appear in the window Jack settled down and impaled Kyle while his bear buddy Keith entered me, they forced Kyle and I together in the middle of the bed, we began making out as they pumped us with our final loads. As Jack and Keith finished off filling our holes, they each slipped a medium butt plug in, so as not to soil the linens. Jack let us sleep in and finally woke us around noon, we were covered in dried cum and in spots were almost glued together from falling asleep in the cummy bed cuddled together. Keith and jack escorted us to the bathroom and stood us in the shower as they each worked the butt plugs out of our asses, then turned the water on to wash us down, they left the room as Kyle and I explored each other’s bodies, although it was like exploring our own. Dad threw us a birthday party at his house and Tim hung on me, I started to wonder if my little 16 year old brother was having feelings for me and Kyle, feelings which dad would not approve of. The party ended early around 7 o’clock and Kyle and I returned to Uncle Jack’s house. Where much to our surprise was a more adult party, with go-go boys and hot bears, cubs, otters, all the types of boys and men I had associated with Jack over the years. It started out with some tunes and mingling and ended with Kyle and I being escorted down to what I thought was an old wine cellar, sure there were racks for wine bottles, but beyond there was a door that lead to a kinky room with benches and slings and various leather equipment. Hands began undressing Kyle and I, then we were then led to an apparatus and strapped in Uncle Jack then spoke “we have been waiting for you two to turn 18 so now on your birthday we will welcome you into the brotherhood” With that a tall thin black guy started rubbing his big cock on my hole, and a Asian guy started on Kyle, neither used much lube and our asses ripped as we got fucked, Jack and Keith took turns on us as well, after about 6 or seven loads each we were set free and allowed to roam, Kyle found a hot daddy who wanted his cock sucked, then wanted to be fucked with what he said could be our last negative loads, I found a hot 20 twink who wanted to be fucked rough and bred deep. In all between Kyle and me we took 30 loads and bred 7 guys. About two months later Kyle was over visiting as we Planned Tim’s 17th birthday party, and we both had sore throats and were running hot and cold. Jack suggested that he stay the night to avoid the cool night air. By the next morning I was nauseous, fevers, muscle aches, just plain old really shitty feeling, Kyle wasn’t quite as bad but he too had caught something. Jack and Keith nursed us for three days then suggested we head over to his doctor. At the doctor’s office they swabbed the inside of our cheeks and took some blood and did a lot of test, Kyle had to pee in a cup and they swabbed my ass and cock. I was starting to get concerned when Jack came in to be with us from the waiting room “Well ,you little sex pigs, welcome to the brotherhood, you both came back Positive, Kyle it appears you also picked up syphilis and chlamydia, Jake just some chlamydia for you, but your reactive to HPV as well” We looked at Jack who was smiling, and gasped he was so calm about us having STI’s, about then the nurse came in and administered a couple shots to Kyle and pills to me. After the office visit the doctor agreed to come by to discuss the results of the blood test. Kyle and I were dumbstruck and sat in the back seat of the car quiet all the way home

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Julian) I tried to open a conversation with Julian, but since the blow job event he seemed to be stubborn. “I hope you don’t spoil everything later, when you meet the others….” I mentioned. “The others?” Julian asked scared. “You can believe it or not, I do care about your future and I am asking myself, how will you cope with it?” I asked him nicely. “That’s none of your business.” Julian sulked. The area we passed right now was desert like. We drove for a while already down a street, which was hardly used for normal traffic. This route got used by truckers only. Business guys….. I grinned evilly. My feeling was, that Julian may be 18 years old, but he seemed to be very inexperienced and easily to manipulate. “Well, I wanted to suggest something to you. It entered my mind, when you told me about your past and the gifts you have been giving by nature. Let’s look at the objective data: You didn’t finish your school – that’s a minus! You got not qualifications whatsoever in business… workmanship or such – also a no go. You got no connections – not good! And you got no money – which really is a problem. Now, let’s see if you got other stuff you could contribute: You are able to suck and swallow – which could be helpful. You suck dicks for let’s say 5 dollars. If you swallow the junk, you can charge more money on it, let’s say 5 dollars in additional. You could earn 10 dollars just for a blowjob with swallowing. You should always prefer that and advertise it, that you swallow every load offered. Hmm… I didn’t check your anal finesse yet, but since your father and his friends enjoyed using you for anal gangbangs, you might got some professional possibilities here also. Always offer anal sex, since you can charge at least 20 dollars for it. Advertise it, that you do it without a condom – which would again add 5 dollars to the normal price.” I explained my thoughts to Julian. He opened up by answering, if this wouldn’t be too low on the price scale, although he personally had no idea what a whore would claim for his offers. I agreed, but then I told him that many guys were already working as whores. There was simply too much competition and he should show his costumers from the beginning, that he would offer his body for fair prices. “You just have to suck more guys and let more costumers fuck you, this way you earn a lot more doe and the guys would rather choose you, because of the low charges.” Julian nodded understandingly. “If you allow several guys to gangbang you, it would be perfect to give them some discount. Since you are serving two or more people, you are earning fast money. But you need to encourage and advertise that over and over again, that gang-bangers are welcome into your body.” I told Julian. The discount should be a great offer to the guys to incite taking this special offer and show up with 3 or more guys. Julian didn’t get it…. so I calculated the stuff for him. Stupid whore… 25 dollars for one guy, let’s say…. 30 minutes duration. So Julian would collect 75 dollars in 90 minutes, if everything turns out fine. If he would discount gangbangers (10 dollars each guy) he would earn in 30 minutes with three guys banging the shit out of him 45 dollars. If he could repeat this 3 times (90 Minutes) it would sum up to 135 dollars. He would get, in the same amount of time, 60 extra dollars. “That would be awesome.” Julian cheered loudly. I smiled, nodded and thought… ‘Yeah bitch. Splendid - you stupid cunt.’ “And for the beginning I wanted to show you a place, which might be really a good location for a first timer like you, with no competition at all, but lots of possible customers” I said. Julian looked around but all he could see was only desert. “That’s the clue. We will drive to a parking lot, which is the only spot in this desert. No gas station or restaurant, which would only make it harder to whore around without getting in trouble. You can make yourself a name there. You could offer yourself to the truckers, right in their rigs or at the latrine of course. There is also a deserted hut close to the latrine. You could set up a room for you there and sleep on a mattress while waiting for costumers” I sounded cheerfully. This way the guys, who knew Julian was sleeping in the hut, could enter the place and simply use Julian’s body and give him the cash immediately. So Julian would not have to be at the latrine 24 hours offering his body. He could rest a bit from time to time and still be available with his holes. I knew there was already a mattress in the hut and it got used quite regularely. Julian would have an easy job there. I advised him to sleep on his belly. It would make the service so much easier for his customers. “But how can I get food or something to drink, if I got no transport….” he interjected. I thought about it and told him that he could lower the prices and instead of charging 25 Dollars for unprotected anal intercourse… he should ask for 15 Dollars and an old burger. The latrine would hold most of the time water, so he shouldn’t die of thirst and most of the time the urinals would be blocked. So there would be always enough to drink, directly out of the urinals or the latrine itself. Julian thought about it silently. “I don’t know…. I feel insecure about this” he answered. “You would be out of your step-dad’s radar and you could try this kind of job out, at least for a week. Who knows, maybe you will have earn enough money to buy yourself a brand new car by then” I lied. Julian’s eyes sparkled. “You think so?” he asked excited. “If you don’t deny any customer, then you should be rich in no time” I gave him a winning smile. You should not care about the looks so much or the age. It is only important that your customer-service is brilliant. Just offer your body to all the guys who are willing to pay for your holes and then let them in and milk their dicks. It’s an easy job. You simply keep your legs apart for strangers and welcome them if they shoot their junks in your body. With this gratitude you make sure, that those guys will come back to you again to abuse your body over and over again – and I think you might make it.” Of course there might be heterosexual men, who would deny his service and still then I told Julian he could sell other services to those possible customers. He could offer them, to drink their piss out of the latrine or they could pay for punching him or beating him up. Of course he should set rules for such a service, like no beating to the face or no bone crushing. Julian was scared of this idea, but I told him he should give it a try – at least he could earn a couple of dollars for this kind of stuff, if no other costumer is available for a fuck. To get the motor running I suggested I could ‘play’ his first costumer. I would ask him loudly at the latrine how much he would take for bareback assfuck and would hand him the money. Of course he would have to give me the money back later on. This was only part of the advertisement, so that people would know he is a professional and that I could shoot my toxic load into him. I told him I was sure, that some of the other guys, would take the opportunity and ask about the prices, and he would be in business. Julian nodded and agreed to do it that way. “Excellent….” I said with a smile....

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Julian) On one of my trips I met Julian. It was a rainy summer afternoon and he approached me at a gas station. He asked me if he could get on board and drive with me for a while. He didn’t seem to care which way I would take, as long as he could leave this place. Since the guy was quite small, I asked him about his age. He told me he just turned 18 and I demanded to see his ID, which he showed me willingly. Nice, I thought….. he was also very skinny. I like that on my boys a lot, although I didn’t know if he could get the spot on the ‘Scorpion Gift Service’ at all. “You’re a runaway? Or do you have some other kind of problems? I don’t want to get involved with some kind of thug or so” I asked him. He denied to be a ‘no good’ and said he did run away from home, but since he was an adult it was his choice to leave anyway. I nodded and asked for his name. He answered it was Julian. “Okay – walk to the exit. I will pay my charges and then I will pick you up….” I motioned my head to the exit of the gas station’s lot. He thanked me quite a lot and took his bag and walked away. I watched his tiny little ass wiggle in the old and worn out jeans. After paying my gas I went to my car and turned to the exit. There he was. Standing close to the exit and smiling at me. I stopped the car and told him he could throw his bag into the trunk. After all was done, he took the passenger’s seat and buckled up. We drove for a while. Although I tried to open a conversation the little guy seemed to be shy. “What’s your problem at home? Do you have problems in your school or in your family?” I asked Julian. He gazed out of the window and did not reply. “Well, then maybe it is a girl? Are you dating girls?” I wanted to know. “Of course I date girls…. I am not a faggot” Julian snapped. “Okay….. then what is so terrible, that you chose to run away instead of finishing your school or find some work?” I insisted. “It is my step dad…… after my mother had died, he is….. doing things to me…..” Julian mumbled. “What kind of things?” I wanted to know. “Well he is doing things to me, he should actually do with another woman” he said. “You mean your dad tried to come on to you?” I played shocked. “Step-dad” Julian said. We drove for a while without saying a thing. “Why didn’t you go to the police…..” I wanted to know. “And then…. what?” he stared dreamingly at the surroundings outside the car. “I feel safe here, now that I found a way to get so far away as possible” he added. Julian sniffed from time to time but didn’t say a word for the next couple of miles. “The first time he touched me was, when I called him for dinner…. I remember him, standing behind me, touching my nape, watching at the dinner table, with his hand driving down my spine…. and then resting on my butt. Squeezing my ass cheeks” he continued talking. “Then he started touching me more often, being at home I got kissed on my mouth all of the sudden. Soon he asked me to french-kiss him and that started the whole thing I guess” Julian thought loudly. “Maybe, if I would have stopped him…. maybe I encouraged him. He knew I had a girl friend… he knew I was not gay, but still he said, now that my mom is gone, someone had to fulfill her duties. And I was doing the chores so well, so why not take his…. his…. dick and milk it also” Julian sighed. I didn’t ask him a thing. I let his heartbreaking stories just emerge. “I should have known…. but I was scared. I didn’t want to lose my step dad also. I just had lost my mom” Julian cried. “And one night he came into my room and I felt him entering my bed. I screamed and shouted out loud but he didn’t care. I tried to defend myself, but somehow he managed to rip my underpants away and he placed his hard cock up to my asshole and simply fucked away.” Julian’s voice got monotone. “It hurt so much…. he promised he would never ever do it again. And I believed him…. and the next night he forced me to suck him, since he was not allowed to fuck me anymore and since I protested against it, he raped my ass anyway.” Julian didn’t recognize, that after all the story I chose a route that would lead us into a little forest. I stopped the car and turned to him, but he was still gazing out of the window, like he was somewhere else. The day I told him I would involve the police, if he wouldn’t stop - he brought 6 guys home that evening. I thought I would die…. *sobs* I really thought that after the gang rape they would kill me, because they told me so.” “But they didn’t kill me, thnough they told me they could…. but if I would comply and please them however they needed me….. I was allowed to live and to work on their cocks” he looked sadly at me. “Do you understand, why I had to leave” he asked me and now he realized we were parking in an deserted part of a forest, he actually didn’t know. “What are we doing here?” he wanted to know. “Well it was such a heart-breaking story. I wanted some time out to listen to it and talk to you.” I told him. Julian nodded. “Don’t worry about me…. I will find my way” he smiled at me softly. “But why, did he chose you anyway? I asked Julian. He shrugged with his shoulders and guessed, that his stepdad would have been a homo all along. “Hmmmm…. possible but unlikely” I said. “Maybe you acted like a faggot? Maybe you stared at his bulge when he came home, tired from work and longing for just a hot meal? Maybe you stared at the crotches of his male friends and they thought – a hole is a hole and yours is an easy hole, because you invited them to use your body?” I looked Julian straight into his eyes. The guy was shocked and started almost to cry. “You know, when I saw you at the gas station my first thought was also, that you are a sleazy faggot. A guy who does everything to drain a nut. Who is simply just horny for dicks, to get his ass cunt fucked and to swallow cum as much as possible.” “No wonder your step dad groped you, since it was your fault to begin with. You are a dirty little slut Julian” I concluded. “So…. what are you waiting for” I asked him bluntly. He wanted to know what I mean. “You cum-bucket sit here… telling me like, for weeks you have been seduced your dad’s cock and his friends dicks to fuck you to pieces and now you got me rocking hard and you don’t want to finish your job. I mean…. are you serious?” I growled. “Please…. I don’t want to do a job here…. I just want to step out at the next gas station or town.” he demanded. “I can’t see a gas station here…. and I don’t see a town for miles and miles to come. But you are welcome to step out any time” I looked seriously at Julian. In order to appease me, he touched my junk and tried to squeeze it a little bit, to get some attention to his words. Of course touching me there…. didn’t help him much. “Open my fucking jeans and start blowing and you better start it now…. or you can get off the car, but believe me, before we part…. I will get you a good beating. Maybe your step-dad should have given you more of that. And I promise you, I am good in beating you to a pulp.” I grinned insanely at Julian who got really scared now. He started to cry and begged me again repeating the words ‘Please’ all over again. Slowly he opened my jeans and freed my rocking hard cock. He stroked it slowly up and down. “No teeth and remember to swallow my cum.” I reminded him and he got down swallowing my cock. I enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on my dickhead. After a while he started deep-throating me. He was really not bad at allin sucking. Not a single time he scraped against my dick with his teeth . My eyes were closed while he did his job. I didn’t even warn him, when my eyes started to tingle. His mouth went up and down my dick. He used his hands jacking me off also, while his lips massaged my cock nicely. I could hear him swallow and moan in distress from time to time. I enjoyed it when my first shot hit his throttle. He closed his mouth around my prick head and sucked in earnest to get all my sweet juice out of my balls. Gush after gush my piss-slit fired the cum out of my balls. “Man…. you blow like a professional whore” I sighed. “You are the best faggot cum sucking slut I ever laid my eyes on” I complimented him. “You did a great job fag” I thanked him politely for sucking and stuffed my cock back into my jeans and buttoned up. Julian cried silently and I ruffled his hair. “Sometimes it is the best to accept your fate” I told him softly. “Being a hole for other homo or hetero guys is not so bad at all. You have a task to fulfill and there will be always dicks wanting to unload in you. You should take your strength out of that, knowing you give other blokes a good orgasm” I explained to him. I started the engine and we entered the road again. Julian couldn’t stop his tears, and he felt degraded and abused. And this was just the beginning…..

It does work! I have done it myself. Think about it, a post with 5 view and 1 flag in the first 30 minutes will get it taken down; but a post with 30 views and only 1 flag in the first 30 minutes will make sure it does not get taken down.

Continuation...a little long. Had to resolve a few plot points. It should heat up again next chapter. I think. _______________________________ Chapter 13) The gang bang had ended, and the thoroughly cowed faculty had been sent on their way, warned that if they complained, got medical treatment or went to the police, the video of them raping me would be posted on the internet and forwarded to the president of the university, the cops and the news media. I wanted to ruin them, but quietly: have my dad negotiate a huge financial settlement for all the guys in the frat, and as an additional condition demand the immediate resignation of all five of them. Or maybe just four. The “straight” math teacher – Larry – had turned into a complete cum dump. He was moaning to be fucked again after Mike and I had finished, so Carlos stepped up and rammed his enormous dick in Larry’s butt, shot another load and rubbed another one out of the so-called straight guy. He might be the best candidate as a puppet faculty advisor if I couldn’t convince everyone to play it my way, and we just held the threat of annihilation over the Gang of Five Creeps. But for now I was contemplating climbing the steep, narrow stairs. Every bone in my body hurt, I was hungry and exhausted; I shook my head and moaned, “I’ll have to sleep down here until I’m strong enough to make it up the stairs.” “Don’t worry baby, I’ll carry you,” said Carlos, as he hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “This is how we got you upstairs last night.” Had it only been a day? It felt like weeks…months. Once we made it to the basement level from the sub-basement, he shifted me so that he was now cradling me against his chest. “I’m sorry baby,” he murmured. “For what?” I asked. “I said I wouldn’t let anybody hurt you but…” “Oh fuck, not you, too,” I sighed. “I’ll tell you what I told Mike: I decided to do this. I could have left but I didn’t, remember? You said I had major cojones. And you did just fine – you’ve got a wicked uppercut.” He smiled weakly. I was too tired for any further argument and gave up. Ike was waiting to take over at the foot of the stairs from the basement to the main floor of the house; for the last lap, Mike carried me upstairs, and delivered me to Aiden and Aaron, who began clucking over me like a couple of mother hens immediately. Everyone else seemed to have gone to bed; it was just about 4:00 AM. “Okay, into the tub for a nice warm oatmeal bath,” said Aaron, as he walked me to the bathroom. “Then you should take Advil – five or so should do it, that’s equal to prescription strength, it won’t kill you,” he added as I shook my head. “And we have some lotion that you can use on your butt to ease the sting. No getting fucked for the next four days at least, better if you wait a week.” “You want something else to eat or drink, Darren?” Aiden asked. “Is there more soup,” I asked “and some crackers or toast or something? Maybe some hot tea?” “Sure, we’ve got all of that,” he said, and left to prepare my pre-dawn snack. Aaron helped me climb in the tub; the warm water was soothing and I sighed contentedly. “Thanks. I’m sorry you have to stay up and play nursemaid, you must be exhausted too.” “Aiden and I slept while Carlos and Ike monitored the video,” Aaron explained. “Plus who would know better than Aiden and me what you’d need after that ordeal?” He shook his head and sighed, then began stroking my hair. “They were extra vicious to you. Daddy Scorpio must have told them to do it, or convinced them you were a pain pig or something. It was when he started choking you that Carlos and Ike woke up everybody and we all ran down to stop it.” “I don’t think I ever said thanks for saving me. How did you get in? Does everyone know the code?” “Daddy Scorpio set it and he isn’t exactly tech-savvy. He used 5-4-3-2-1 as the combination, so it wasn’t hard to memorize,” Aaron said, rolling his eyes. I laughed for the first time in hours. Aiden arrived with a tray holding another large mug of hot chicken soup, a mug of hot tea with honey and lemon, and some toasted whole-grain bread spread with raspberry jam. I slowly ate and drank, holding the plate so that I didn’t get toast crumbs in the bath water. By the time I’d finished, the water had cooled; Aiden and Aaron helped me out of the tub, and handed me a towel to dry off. I could hardly keep my eyes open at that point. “Time for bed,” Aiden said. “You look like you’re going to fall asleep on your feet.” They led me to Mike’s room, but the bed was empty. “Where’s Mike?” I asked, disappointed. “He’s bunking on the floor in a sleeping bag in Ike’s and my room,” Aaron said. “He thought you’d want the bed to yourself.” I made a small, annoyed sound, turned my eyes heavenward and shook my head. “Can you please go get that idiot?” I asked. Aaron grinned and said, “Sure. I’ll send him over.” When Mike walked in he looked tired, but not as if he’d been woken out of a sound sleep. He seemed braced for something, tense. The teasing, sarcastic words I would usually have employed under these circumstances died on my tongue. “I don’t want to sleep alone,” I said simply, and felt my eyes sting. He obviously relaxed and said “Neither do I.” We got in his bed, and wrapped ourselves around one another. “Thinking about being with you was the only thing that got me through this night,” I whispered. Mike gently kissed my cheek; odd to think that he now represented safety and security given how it had all started. But I knew he was a good man with a good heart. Finally exhausted, I fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me, keeping me warm. ————————— We were awoken by a brisk knock at the door and then Aiden entered without waiting for a response. “Goddamn it,” I grumbled drowsily. “What is it about this fucking room?” I had a wicked headache. “Good morning to you, too,” Aiden said. He was carrying a large sack from which a tantalizing array of odors wafted: coffee, eggs, French fries and pancakes. “It’s noon, you’ve gotten seven hours of sleep and you’ve got a lot to do today. Ouch,” he said looking at me more closely. “That’s some shiner you’ve got there.” “What?!? Where’s your mirror?” I asked Mike. “I don’t have one in here,” Mike said. I looked at him disbelievingly. “How do you check out your outfits?” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom down the hall to take a look. A bruise spread over my left cheek bone, a lurid shade of deep purple, just beginning to go green and yellow on the edges. No wonder my head hurt. “I’m surprised you haven’t been arrested for crimes against fashion,” I told Mike when I returned to his room. “I have a mirror we can bring here when we move in my stuff today.” Mike’s smile was dazzling as he stroked my right cheek. “We’re moving your stuff here?” he asked. “Well, sure. I mean…unless you don’t want me to…” I trailed off, feeling foolish. He looked at me intently, seriously. “Of course I want you to.” “It’s time to eat,” Aiden said unsentimentally as he unpacked the paper bag. “Especially you, Darren, you’re running on chicken soup and fumes.” “Are you sure you’re not Jewish?” I asked. “You sound just like my mom.” Aiden smiled and shrugged. “And are you always this disgustingly cheerful in the morning?” I asked snarkily. He ignored me. “This is for you, Mike,” handed him a white plastic bag, “and you should take a couple more of these,” he said handing me a large bottle of ibuprofen and then finally left us to our breakfast. The plastic bag contained Mike’s medications; it turned out that Carlos had gotten the key to the cupboard where Daddy Scorpio kept everyone’s meds. There was orange juice, coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon (which I passed on), hot buttered toast, French fries, and pancakes with mixed berries and whipped cream. We sat on the floor and dug in. I hadn’t been aware of how hungry I was until I began to eat. “We’re going to have to figure out our next move before those bastards try anything,” I said, pausing my greedy inhalation of scrambled eggs. “I don’t trust any of them further than I can throw the Empire State Building. And I’m supposed to Skype with my parents tonight. With this eye I’m going to have to tell them something.” Mike grimaced. “I suppose you’re right. Is there any way they’ll keep it quiet?” I knew he was worried about his family finding out, and he wasn’t the only one with that problem. “I’m going to try to convince my dad to cut a deal with the college administration. They’re not going to want any publicity around this either, but my plan is that they have to pay out a lot of money to keep us quiet. Can I get just a part of the video to email if I need to persuade him?” “Carlos will set it up, he’s a whiz with computers. If your dad would negotiate for us, it’d be great,” Mike said. “My mom will probably want to write an article and then a book. I’ll try to stop her, but I know she’ll use pseudonyms.” Which if she named the University or any of the circumstances would be no shield at all. “Maybe she’ll be satisfied with just writing about me since everyone already knows everything about how I was born,” I finished sourly. Mike grinned. “I read her memoir for a writing class.” “Oh fuck,” I said. Of course they’d use it here because of Dad’s connection to the place. “C’mon, I thought it was sweet. There’s no doubt that they both really, really wanted you.” I sighed, rolled my eyes and barely refrained saying “whatever.” “Honey, we have to get you to the clinic today and get you on PeP,” Mike said, adroitly changing the subject. I felt torn – I didn’t really want HIV, but I didn’t want anything to come between me and Mike or my other friends. Seemingly reading my mind, Mike continued “We need to do this right, or your parents are going to be furious.” “I suppose so,” I acknowledged grudgingly. “And then you can transition to PreP, and we’ll be taking one of the same medications.” “What?” I said. “Yeah, I take Truvada to treat HIV. You’ll have to take it every day.” “Then what’s the point? I may as well just let myself convert,” I argued. “Darr, sweetheart, please just do this for me, okay?” he said, grasping my shoulders. “It’s going to be tough enough facing your mom and dad without missing something obvious like this.” “Ohh-kaaay,” I said, feeling oddly dejected. “You’re right. Since we’re going out, you wouldn’t happen to have my clothes, wallet and phone, would you?” “Tucked away in our chest of drawers,” he said nodding at the piece of furniture in question. Our – I liked the sound of that. “Your boots are in the closet.” We finished eating, took showers, shaved and I got dressed in the clothes I’d chosen especially for Friday night: a tight red t-shirt and tight black jeans with boots. I’d only worn them for a couple hours, so they were still fresh. Mike came up behind me, and pulled me back against him. I winced a little, still sore. “You look incredible. It was all I could do to keep from ripping that outfit off of you as soon as you walked in the door on Friday,” he murmured in my ear. I leaned back against him. “Then my plan worked.” “Definitely. Okay, places to go and things to do,” he said, leading me out of his room and down the steps. It took two trips to move all my belongings in Ike’s car, which I unpacked with the help of Mike, Carlos and McCloskey (whose first name I’d found out was Steve). I pointedly ignored their teasing about how much stuff I’d brought with me as we made room in the closet and dresser. Then I went with Mike to the clinic where I explained that I’d had unprotected sex and needed to start prophylaxis against possible HIV infection to a rather grouchy male nurse-practitioner. He insisted on a full physical and comprehensive blood work. One look at my battered anus got me prescriptions for an oral antibiotic and a topical ointment, as well as the Truvada, along with a lecture on safer sex and questions about the circumstances under which I’d had so much sex that my anal and rectal canals were so irritated. I brushed him off, but couldn’t avoid a follow-up appointment. Once back at the house, I curled up in the window seat in Mike’s room and caught up on some reading assignments. We had pizza for dinner, along with minestrone soup and salad. “Who’s paying for all this food?” I asked. “Daddy Scorpio,” said Aiden with a satisfied smile. “He’s hoping we’ll keep quiet, so it’s bribe. But none of us are above bribes.” Then, finally, the hard part: Skyping with Mom and Dad. I initiated the connection, and then moved so I’d be off screen. Mike, Carlos, Ike, Aiden and Aaron were in the room with me for moral support. “Darren, sweetie, is that you? Move over, we can’t see you,” my mom said. “Are you sitting down?” I asked. “Why?” my dad asked suspiciously. “Just tell me. And if you’re not sitting, please sit.” “Okay, okay, we’re both sitting,” my dad said exasperatedly. “What have you done now? Dyed your hair green and cut in a Mohawk?” I moved so that I was in their sight line, watched my mother’s jaw drop, and then her face crumple. “Darren, what happened?” she demanded. “From the looks of it, our charming son finally met his match and got socked in the eye for mouthing off.” I was irritated enough at his assumption I earned the bruise that I just blurted it out. “No. I was assaulted. Sexually.” “What?” my mother shrieked. “How did this happen? Have you seen a doctor, have you called the police?” “I went to a clinic and they took care of me and prescribed some medicine, you’ll see the charges on the insurance and my credit card. The police…it’s kind of complicated.” I had prepared my version carefully, memorizing a bulleted list that I’d shared with everyone with instructions to memorize it, or else I’d add them to any criminal complaint. That shut up Daddy Scorpio’s supporters in a hurry. “Complicated?” my dad said, looking skeptical. “Meaning…?” “I went on a date this past Friday, with a really nice guy, but…” “He’s not nice if he raped you,” my mother said flatly. “It wasn’t him. I said it was complicated. He’s the pref…president of a fraternity and he wanted me to pledge. We had a lovely time together. I met some of the guys, they’re great and I decided to join. When I left the Fraternity house, someone grabbed me, and took me to a basement room…” “Oh, my poor, sweet angel. I told you we should have him stay in New York,” my mom said turning on my dad furiously. “We would have been able to keep a closer eye on him.” Me mum had hit on the only upside I’d been able to find when Dad insisted I go to this bucolic setting for college: severing the umbilical cord. I loved Mom, but she had a tendency to hover. “But,” Dad began. “We’ve sent our son into the middle of a real-live Deliverance because you insisted that he attend your alma mater,” she said, reaching for tissues as she started to cry. “They weren’t hicks, mom,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Who did this?” my dad said, now angry. “Have you gone to the police or the campus authorities?” “I keep saying it’s complicated, Dad. Let me finish.” I took a deep breath. “It was several faculty members.” “Several. Faculty. Members?!?” said my dad, his face expressing how unlikely he thought this to be. “Who?” “Well, the guy who grabbed me is the football coach here…” “Zetcher? Impossible. I don’t believe it.” “Are you saying that I’m lying?” “You’d do anything to convince us to let you come back to New York, up to and including hitting yourself in the face with a two by four and then claiming you were raped. It’s not going to work.” I let my hurt show. “Okay. I was afraid of this. I didn’t want to, but I’m going to send you a video clip. Check your email.” I had the message ready to go that had the excerpt Carlos prepared attached, starting when Daddy Scorpio threatened me, then tackled me. I heard the ping on the family PC that indicated my email had arrived. Dad opened it and double-clicked on the attached mpeg. Next thing I heard was Daddy Scorpio’s yelling at me that I’d pay, my snarky comeback and then my scream as he tackled me. “Turn it off,” my mother said tearfully. “I can’t watch this!” “Darren…I…I’m sorry. I…” my dad stuttered. “You want to make up for it?” I said, irritated that my eyes were burning. “Come here. I need both of you,” and began to cry. “We’ll be there tomorrow, angel,” my mom promised. “As soon as we can get there.” “I have a deposition…” “Fuck the goddamn deposition, an associate or another partner will handle it if you explain that our son needs us, it’s a family emergency. Don’t say another word,” Mom warned my dad. I saw my friends exchange glances, wide-eyed at my mom dropping the “f” bomb. “Who made this video, and how did you get it?” he asked, and my mom’s eyes went to slits, her mouth a tight, straight line. “Friends who saved me.” “Huh?” Dad said, clearly completely perplexed. “Why didn’t they stop it from happening, then?” Time to play the trauma card. “Daddy, I’m exhausted, I have a headache and it’s all a little fuzzy. Can we talk tomorrow?” I gave them the address of the frat house so they could find me. “Try to get some sleep, angel,” said my mom as she dabbed her eyes. “We’re on our way,” just before we ended the session. “Baby, now I know where you get it,” said Carlos after I turned off my laptop. “Get what?” I asked. “That fearless mouth of yours,” he said admiringly. “Your mom sounds just like you!” “I think it’s the other way around, darling,” said Aaron. Aiden nodded his agreement and snickered. “Can you really sell them on this?” Mike asked. “Yeah, there’s a lot of gaps to account for,” Ike worried. “I’ll manage it. Somehow,” I assured them. They all look less than convinced. “It all hinges on the video and my testimony. And I will only testify as to what is on that video. There’s no proof for the rest.” And then a wave of fatigue washed over me. “I don’t about you guys, but I’m sleep deprived and have to face the parents tomorrow. So I’m ready to call it a night.” “Me too, Darr,” said Mike. The rest left our room for their own, we got ready (finally, my own toothbrush!) and snuggled together in bed. I fell asleep immediately. It was dark…I was in a room…Mike’s room? Or the “Chapel of the Scorpion”? What was just on the other side of the door over there? I knew I wasn’t alone…there was someone dangerous nearby, and I had to leave, but where’s the door? I saw someone – Daddy Scorpio? – coming towards me, tried to run then fell…and woke with a jolt and small shout. “Sweetheart, what is it?” Mike said as he turned on the bedside lamp. “A dream, just a dream,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “Your heart is thumping a mile a second,” Mike said. “And you’re shaking. What was it about?” I shook my head, not wanting to relive it. “It’ll help, I promise. We’ve all been through it, the nightmares.” I thought a minute, and tried to hold on to the now-fading fragments of my dream. “I was someplace…” and I paused. “That’s a good start,” said Mike gently. I made a face at him, concentrated again. “I thought it was this room, then it changed to the room in the sub-basement, but it didn’t look the same. I saw a door but I knew someone was in the room and that they were going to try to hurt me,” I said, my breathing getting shallower. “And then I think I saw The Father…” “Daddy Scorpio,” Mike prompted. “Remember?” I smiled weakly. “Yeah, Daddy Scorpio. And he started towards me, I couldn’t find the door – it was gone – and then I tripped and was falling. That’s when I woke up.” He didn’t say anything else, just held me close. “Are you sure he can’t get in here?” I asked. I hadn’t thought about it before. Mike smirked. “All the locks were changed and the guys put bolts on all the doors inside. The frat operating fund paid for it. He’s locked out, believe me. Try to relax,” Mike said and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re trembling like a leaf.” I tried closing my eyes, and breathing deeply and rhythmically. The shakiness of the dream persisted, but I tried to hold still and let Mike sleep. “Still can’t sleep?” he asked. So much for that. “Yeah, sorry. Maybe I should sleep on the floor, or the couch in the living room.” “Don’t be stupid,” Mike said, sounding a little more awake. “There’s no point in neither of us sleeping.” “Let’s try something,” he said, and nuzzled my neck, began zeroing in on my hotspots. “This isn’t going to relax me,” I gasped. “I’ll want you to fuck me, and we can’t. That means I’ll be awake and horny.” “There’s other things we can do – let me take care of you” he whispered, then pressed his mouth to mine, and gently pushed his tongue between my lips. He was a fantastic kisser, and just let him take over though I felt frustrated that I couldn’t take him inside of me. Then he began working his way down: my ears, my jaw, my neck again, my chest, lazily tonguing my nipples as I twisted under him. He followed my belly down to the groin where he flicked a teasing tongue over the femoral artery, his warm mouth closing gently over my cock. I moaned as he increased the suction and began to lightly play with my balls; from the rhythmic pumping I could sense that he was simultaneously beating himself off. I could feel the buzz start in my lower back, and began to follow the nerves of my pelvis, to the root of my dick, no holding back now. My load shot into his warm, accommodating mouth. Mike didn’t let up on the suction and I writhed with pleasure so intense that it felt like torture. Then he was up on his knees and shooting his load on my chest and stomach. He lay down and kissed me again, tracing patterns in the load he’d unleashed on my abdomen. “I’m drawing hearts,” he murmured. I giggled weakly; the tension was gone. Mike seemed to sense the change. “They say sex is better than valium for relaxation,” he told me as he reached for the box of tissue that’d been left on the nightstand and gently cleaned me up. “Case in point,” I said sleepily. “Sleep tight, honey,” he answered. I felt him pull me close as I dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Tonight was an epic load taking adventure. 11 loads in my ass in 6 hours, 9 different guys. 2 known poz, the rest unknown. Swallowed 5 loads during the fucking and my place and then 6 more loads at the cruisey park by my house. Let me break it down. I couldn't find anything on any of the sites so I put up a craigslist and waited. Went outside to smoke and met a cute Latino dude on the street and brought him in to smoke some weed and drink some beers. 10 minutes later I'm choking on his fat uncut cock and hearing "ayyy papi" he squirts a load down my throat and just sits in my place naked watching porn and drinking beer. So I ask him if he fucks dudes a lot he said yeah. Then he asked me if he could invite his boyfriend and his friends over and have a party. Normally I'd have said no because I'm not the party type but I told him yeah. Bout 30 mins and another blowjob and load down my throat 4 more Latino dudes show up. Now the first one is already just my type. Late 20s, small beer belly, tats everywhere. Straight cholo. The rest are even straighter( cholo) looking and don't even speak English. Lol. The first dude tells them in Spanish that they can fuck me and cum in me all they want. They did not waste a second. One minute later I've got a really fat uncut cock shoved in my ass and 3 more uncut( kinda smelly and sweaty but fuuuuucking hot) cocks slapping my face and taking turns face fucking me. At this point we partied a little while Latino #2( don't know their names) kept slowly filling my ass. I'm spun and then latino #2 starts cumming( a lot) all inside me and all over my hole. I was literally drenched. He pulls out and is immediately replaced by #1( the one I'd blown twice already) and I clean his cock. # 3 slipped me a (viagra?) (no clue actually) and starts railing my face while #1 is getting close to seeding my "pusi gringo" (as they kept calling it) and #2,4,5 are watching and shotgunning clouds and getting me more spun. # 1 shoots and #3 takes over and cums in like a minute. (I'm not complaining. It was huge load too). We take a few minutes to drink some water and then we go to the bathroom where they all pissed on me

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind, without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall as I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny as I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young, preferably a twink with no body hair at all. While 18 years would be great, certainly no one older than 21. It was around 6:00 PM and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head home, when I saw a blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a handwritten sign with the single word '‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there,” the guy said politely, adding “Going north…. ?” He looked very tired. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland,” I explained. “That’s rocking. Any distance will help," he replied, not moving from the passenger’s side, presumably awaiting my instructions. I got out of my car and, opening the trunk of my car, said "Here, put your backpack in here, and then hop into the car." He turned to his backpack. I could feel my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk. After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Daniel. And yours?" “My friends call me 'Scorpion',” I replied with a grin. He chuckled, saying "I like that," as he added "“Nice to meet you, Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride.” He gave me a broad smile, flashing his perfect set of teeth. “How long had you been waiting on the side of the road?" “Man, forever, it seems. I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch,” he complained. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “Well, thanks to you, at least I'm one step closer to getting home," he commented. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel mentioned me he had just celebrated his 18th birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seat belt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt, and, as the seat of his jeans slid down, the upper reaches of his butt cheeks were clearly visible. Having retrieved the bottle,he turned around and gave me the water. “You’re thirsty?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he look around, that there should be another bottle some where in the back seat. I knew there was one left, since I had spiked it with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon. My cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to register that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. It appeared he had drunk about half of the bottle of spiked water. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I pulled over into an apparently little used parking lot and stopped the car. There were no other cars in sight. I grabbed the bottle out of the boy's crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a hand towel I had deliberately placed on the driving console, and wiped Daniel’s crotch, giving his dick a good groping. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I instructed him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat. I was, however, very interested in the guy's crotch. It was time. I threw the towel aside and massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you,” I murmured as I turned back and re-started the engine. I wanted to reach the nearest possible abandoned place, and, as I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I glanced at my drowsing new toy and thought ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again'.

I sat at the bar with my girlfriend, Lucy, sipping an IPA. Behind us, an indie rock band thrashed out the last song of its set while the crowd cheered drunkenly. Lucy leaned back against the wooden counter watching them, swirling the half-melted dregs of her whiskey. In the dim light of the bar, her pale skin glowed milky white. Her long red hair was twisted back in a messy bun, and several strands hung in her face. She flicked them back absently before glancing at me, a smile curling her lips. “Quit staring at me,” she shouted over the music. “I can’t help it,” I shouted back. “You’re the most beautiful girl in here.” She punched me lightly on the shoulder, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, before turning back to the band. The song ended in a clatter of drums and bass, and applause filled the small space as the band took a bow, then headed off stage. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty little thing.” I turned to see a large, muscular man bending over my girlfriend, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. Arousal stirred in me at the sight of his bulging biceps, but I shook it away. “Hey,” I said, touching his shoulder. “That’s my girlfriend.” “Look at this,” he said, his gaze swinging between us before he glanced over his shoulder. “Two pretty little things.” Another buff man came to join him, and they stood side by side, surveying me and my girlfriend. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes,” the second man said. A predatory grin curled his lips, and he stuck out his hand. “I’m Mark,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip, and nodded at the other guy. “That’s Jack.” “Neal,” I said, “And this is Lucy.” Mark leaned close to me, heat emanating off his muscular body. “Could we buy you two a couple drinks?” I licked my lips, glancing at Lucy. She was gazing up at Jack with something akin to amazement. She caught me looking and, blushing, shrugged. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?” A couple drinks later, they came back to our place, their muscular bulk filling our small apartment like two bulls in a china shop. “You guys have never done this before,” Mark said, leaning against the kitchen counter as I poured four glasses of wine. It wasn’t a question. “No,” I said softly. “I mean, we’ve talked about it, but I didn’t think—we didn’t think anything would ever happen.” He grinned, another predatory smile. “You’ll like it,” he said. “I can tell.” He helped me carry the wine into the living room, where Jack was siting next to Lucy. His arm rested casually over the back of the couch, but his fingers were tracing circles across her upper arm, making her flush. She accepted the glass of wine and drank it quickly. When she set the empty glass on the coffee table, her eyes met mine, questioning. I nodded, and an excited grin curled her lips. “Enough drinks,” Jack said suddenly, standing up. “I’m ready for the main course.” He bent and picked up Lucy, throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked with laughter, beating her fists on his back as he carried her into the bedroom. “Come on,” Mark said, shooting me a wink. “I want to watch them.” I walked nervously to the bedroom after them, where Jack was peeling off Lucy’s blue dress. She flopped back onto the mattress breathlessly, wearing only her bra and panties. With a growl, he climbed on top of her, kissing his way up her stomach to her throat, then captured her lips with his. I watched them silently, frozen in the doorway, a mixture of envy and arousal flooding through me. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind, and I jumped, turning to face Mark. He cupped my face in his big hands, brushing one thumb over my lips. “Relax,” he said, then dipped his head to kiss me. His lips brushed mine lightly at first, just a whisper of skin on skin, then returned with more force. He kissed me firmly, insistently, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his hands caught the hem of my shirt. Pulling away for a breath, he pulled my button-up shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor behind him, then kissed me again. I had never kissed a man before, and his lips were firmer than I was expecting, less pliant than Lucy’s. At the same time, he was more aggressive, and I felt my cock stiffen as he ran his hands down my bare back, pulling me against him. I wrapped my arms tentatively around him, feeling his muscular back flex through his thin t-shirt, then slid my hands down to his waist. He broke away from me, breathing hard. “Strip,” he commanded. Wordlessly, I kicked off my shoes and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned my pants, pushing them over my narrow hips with my boxers. At the same time, he peeled off his t-shirt in one swift motion, then dropped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his long, thick cock sprang free, bobbing between his muscular thighs. I stared at it, my heart pounding, and unconsciously licked my lips. He caught my gaze and laughed. “Get on your knees,” he said, a hungry smile curling his lips. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could second guess myself, I sank to my knees at his feet. His cock pulsed before my face, throbbing and already dripping pre-cum. Biting my lip nervously, I looked at his cock with trepidation. Would that even fit in my mouth? I rose on my knees and kissed it tentatively, my lips brushing the hot skin. Slick pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I licked it off, tasting the sweet, salty evidence of his arousal. Much to my surprise, it tasted good, and I circled my tongue around the swollen head, then ran it down the veined sides. With a low groan, I licked up the throbbing shaft, feeling blood pulsing through the upraised veins, then wrapped my lips around the swollen head and swirled my tongue around it in circles. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the tip of his thick cock between my lips, caressing the underside with my tongue, then bobbed my head up and down. Only half of the thick shaft disappeared into my mouth before the tip bumped against the back of my throat. I coughed and gripped the bottom half of his cock in one hand, jerking him as I bobbed my head up and down. His hands tangled in my short hair, guiding my movements, and I moaned deep in my throat, sucking on his cock as he groaned with pleasure. As he thrust into my mouth, the head of his cock pushed against the back of my throat. Rising onto my knees, I relaxed my throat, easing his shaft down my esophagus. “Good boy,” he growled. “Just like that.” Holding my breath, I thrust his cock deep into my throat over and over again, making tears stream from my eyes. My hard cock pulsed, pleasure rolling through me as I choked on his cock, and I reached down to stroke my stiff erection. Wrapping my fingers around my throbbing dick, I whimpered around Mark’s cock, feeling a climax fast approaching. With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his thighs, swallowing as much of his length as I could, my throat constricting around his shaft. “You’ve got a real good cocksucker for a boyfriend,” Mark said to Lucy, twisting his fingers in my hair. Jack grunted, and I could hear sloppy, wet sounds coming from his direction. “His girlfriend is pretty fucking talented too.” His words sent another stab of pleasure through me, and I redoubled my efforts, sliding Mark’s cock in and out of my mouth. At the same time, I gripped my dick, jerking it quickly. “Ah fuck, Neal, you’re going to make me cum.” Mark dragged me off his cock and pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at him. “You having fun, lover boy?” I nodded, licking my lips, my cock aching with desire. “You want me to fuck you?” I looked over at my girlfriend, Jack’s hands buried in her hair as he fucked her mouth with rough strokes. I turned back to Mark, taking in his muscular chest, the stubble on his cheeks, the creases in the corner of his eyes as he studied me with intensity. I nodded again, my mouth dry. A slow, hungry smile curled his lips. He took my hand and helped me to my feet. “Get on the bed,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire. I obeyed, crossing the room to lay beside my girlfriend as she sucked another man’s cock. Jack pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she moaned softly, her cheeks flushed. Turning her head, she opened her eyes, catching my gaze. A breathless, giddy smile curled her lips, and my heart swelled with affection and desire. At the same time, Mark slid one hand up my leg and spread my thighs, his touch sending fire racing through my veins. My body tight with anticipation and lust, I moaned as his fingers traced a line up my inner thigh, stroking light circles around the sensitive skin of my ball sack, before wrapping his hand around my shaft. Using the pad of his thumb, he smeared a bead of pre-cum over the head of my cock, my arousal slick and wet on his fingers. “Oh god,” I said softly, pleasure spiking through me. Beside us, Jack slid two fingers into Lucy’s dripping pussy, stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned helplessly, her hips rising to meet his touch, and the sight sent desire spiking through me, making my cock jerk in Mark’s hand. He released my shaft, a taunting smile on his face. His fingers lightly stroked the lines of my hips again, tickling the swell of my testicles, and teased up the sides of my veined shaft. At his touch, my cock pulsed and jumped, desperate for more. “Are you close?” he asked. Although his fingertips were barely grazing my skin, the sensation sent fire through my veins, and I nodded, unable to take my eyes off his muscular body. I just needed him to touch me a tiny bit more to send me over the edge. As if reading my thoughts, he circled the tip of my dick with his fingers, using the pre-cum to slick the surface. It was almost enough—I felt my orgasm swell, balls tightening, muscles spasming—and he jerked his hand away, leaving me trembling on the precipice. “Not yet, lover boy,” he said, smiling cruelly. “I’m going to fuck you first.” Mark grabbed my legs and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed, pushing my knees against my chest. Between my thighs, my neglected cock was hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping out and onto my stomach. . Without missing a beat, Jack caught both of Lucy’s legs, spreading her legs wide, and exposed her open pussy and the tight, puckered hole of her ass. Standing side by side, he and Mark looked like a wall of pure muscle, and their cocks were both enormous. As I watched, Jack thrust into my girlfriend’s pussy, making her cry out in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Gripping his shaft, Mark lined the swollen, mushroom head of his cock up against my virgin asshole and slid it back and forth, pressing the tip against my hole as I moaned. “You ready for this, handsome?” he taunted playfully. “God, please,” I begged, “I want to feel you inside me.” He pushed forward with slow, steady pressure, the head of his cock pressing against my puckered hole painfully before the tight ring of muscles relaxed, letting him in. I groaned, feeling my sphincter stretched wide, as he slid into my ass inch by inch. “You like that?” he grunted “You like feeling my cock up your ass?” “Fuck,” I whimpered, “it feels so good. I can’t take it.” “You’ll take it,” he promised, and with a final thrust, his hips met mine, his balls resting against my ass. “God,” I moaned, feeling my ass ripple and clench around him. Mark held still, letting me adjust to his girth, before starting to thrust in tiny motions. “Think that’s pretty sexy, don’t you,” Jack asked Lucy, rubbing two fingers over her slippery clit. I turned my head and saw her staring at me, her mouth panting open. “Yeah,” she breathed. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Good,” he said, pulling out of her wet pussy, “because it’s about to be your turn.” He pressed the huge, mushroom head of his thick cock against her asshole and began pushing. Already well lubed with her slick pussy juices, he slid inside her easily, the long shaft disappearing inch by inch into her petite ass. With two rough fingers, he rubbed her stiff, swollen clit, flicking the nub back and forth. She arched up against him, inadvertently pushing him deeper inside her, and moaned with pleasure. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, her eyes opening wide as she looked at me, “it’s so big. I can’t believe it’s so big and it’s inside my ass.” Reaching across the mattress, I found her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with desire and love, then cried out again. “Oh fuck,” she wailed. “Oh my god, it’s so big!” As she groaned with pleasure, Mark began fucking me faster, his long cock sliding in and out of my ass with piercing strokes, plunging deep inside me with every thrust. I clenched her hand and watched Jack, his face contorting as he fucked my girlfriend’s ass beside me. She moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her, fucking her tight ass. “Yeah,” Jack growled, “you like getting fucked with your boyfriend? You like being a pair of holes for us?” “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, the words garbled as she writhed against him. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I want a piece of your boyfriend’s ass too.” He slid his thick cock out of her ass with a pop, nudging Mark. “Hey, I’ll trade you.” Mark grinned, pulling out of me, and they switched places. Jack spit on my flexing asshole, rubbing the saliva around with two rough fingers, then thrust his cock into my ass, sheathing himself inside me with one swift motion. I arched my back, moaning in pleasure, as he pounded into me, filling my ass with his thick cock meat. Lucy watched with wide eyes, her eyes glazed with lust, as I shuddered around Jack’s cock. Spreading her pale thighs, Mark lined the rounded tip of his massive cock with her tight asshole and pushed inside her. She moaned, arching her back as he filled her, his cock disappearing inch by inch into her ass. Grasping her narrow hips, he spread her rounded cheeks, her asshole stretching obscenely around his dick. “I think I’m gonna breed you,” he growled, flicking her clit with two fingers. “Think I’m gonna fill you up with my seed and breed you. You and your sweet little boyfriend. I want to see your skinny little tummies all fat with our babies.” “What do you think about that, pretty boy?” Jack asked, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked my ass. “God yes,” I panted, my cock throbbing painfully between my legs. “Where do you want me to cum?” Mark demanded, burying his cock deep inside my girlfriend. “C-cum in my pussy,” Lucy wailed. “Breed me, make me your little slut!” “Ah, fuck,” he grunted. He pulled out of her ass as the first jet of cum sprayed out across her flat belly, then buried his cock deep in her pussy, unloading the rest of his cum inside her, filling her womb with his frothy cream. She screamed in pleasure, bucking against him wildly, her legs shaking as she came hard. At the same time, Jack wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me firmly as he pounded my ass, sawing his thick dick in and out of me. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pleasure peaking in every cell of my body. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” My voice rose in a wail as my orgasm crested, making me shudder and arch against Jack’s cock, forcing it deeper into my ass. My clenching muscles brought him right up to the edge and he gripped my hips tightly. “What about you, pretty boy? Where do you want me to cum?” he growled. “Please,” I choked out, still wracked with spasms. “Come inside me. I want to feel your cum filling me up.” Clutching my waist, he buried his cock deep inside me as he stiffened, his sperm pumping into my tight ass. With a groan, he pulled out, and a last jet of cum splashed against my gaping asshole, the thick rope of cream smearing across my tender skin. His huge cock was still half hard, glistening in the light as he flopped beside me, panting for breath. With a shuddering groan, Mark pulled out of Lucy’s pussy with a grunt, wiping his slick cock on her pale ass. Lucy sagged beside me, still trembling uncontrollably, as he collapsed on her other side. Lifting my head, I could see the milky cream of his cum dripping out of her pulsing pussy, and an exhausted smile crossed my face. I looked at my girlfriend, her pale cheeks still flushed with lust, and felt closer to her than ever before. She met my eyes, and, rolling onto her side, gave me a tender kiss. Mark wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand resting on my hip, and Jack took it, their fingers interlacing. I felt Jack roll to spoon me, his muscular warmth pressed against my back, and the four of us drifted to sleep in contented exhaustion.

I saw it posted here a few months ago. It was an amateur clip. The top is fucking the dude and the condom breaks (no apparent tampering). The top says "Oh shit, the condom broke", the bottom says it's okay and to keep going. The top says "I'm poz" and the bottom says it's okay. Then the top fucks him harder and cums in him. Any ideas?

Anyone up for slamming and raping? Manchester Area

At the moment living in Berlin but playing with the thought of maybe moving to Phoenix...I'm a sucker for places with good weather. Lived in Bangkok few years back and really loved the lifestyle...was living at great apartment with big rooftop swimming pool,loved the food and the variety of shopping and the going out part. The only downside were the guys...I'm not into Asians at all and I would feel somewhat frustrated if I would c some hot European or Australian guy with some skinny girly Thai. Had few hook ups of course ... But they were a lot less than I would normally have in Europe and the US. Besides during that time I was seeing two guys in London...not at the same time by the way...lol. Berlin is fun and I do have good time the few times that I'm there a month...I work for US airline as cabin crew and am stationed in London at the moment. So I'm regularly in the US for work and fun on my days off...Sexually I'm very into American men...they seem to have this natural no bs type of attitude and I kind of love that! The only downside about Americans is that lots of them should be on medication for depression or check in into a rehab clinic for drug use specially....I also found that I sometimes have hard time reading them...they seem to say something and then contradict themselves but in general they r good fun and friendly and most of them r really good fucks! Like I said I like Berlin but somehow have not found my "niche" yet... It's great from cultural point of view and the sex at the many ready sexclubs is amazing! But somehow it's like something is missing...so will c what I will do, but the thought of living somewhere sunny in house with swimming pool for same price that I'm paying for my place in Berlin is very appealing...the only downside to Phoenix is that guys r not very worldly and some of them r downright sketchy.... Like they have just escaped from prison or something...there also seems to be big drug scene which I totally don't care for as sex is my drug in life. So what do u guys think.... Should I take the plunge or not?

I was in the Pennine Sauna nr Manchester (UK) on Suinday. I lay against the side wall, and a guy with a big dick started fucking me raw. a guy came over to my left side. He had a massive hard dick. He took a snort of my amyl poppers and went wild, thrusting his dick into my mouth as the other guy slammed it up my arse. They both came at the same, all 3 of us high on the poppers.

Thank you very much NLbear. I hope I can find a nice place because this week is a fetish week, maybe more the place is full

Hello guys, Looking for some toxic tops in Bloomington or Minneapolis to breed me thursday night....will be in hotel. Bear guy here. 5'11, 235, beefy furry with goatee

Holy crap this story is so fucking hot! I'm 20 years sober and right now I'm hitting on every hot party guy I can find on BBRT ready to go for it!!!

I'm 19 and i've fucked a lot of older dudes i've met online most of them have been older, some of them a few pound overweight but i've loved it, I love beeing used and fucked like i'm worthless, its such a turn on. I honestly dont care how they look. I'm 100% serious, do you think it might be a good proffesion for someonee like me? by a lot I mean I've fucked someone atleast once a day for the last 50 days. sometimes 5+guys

Home football games always provide lots of opportunities and last night was no different. Guy was running a right now ad on BBRT and party ad on A4A. Got his room number and went right over. Found 6 other guys already there and fucking around. Joined right in and stayed until around 3:00am. Took every cock that was offered, not even sure how many loads I ended up with. I gave three guys loads as well.

Chatted with a 25 yr old on BBRT today. Drove to his place, fucked him and gave him my charged load. He was undetectable already, but a hot ass nonetheless.

They were taken down because someone reported them. When Craigslist sends you an email with a link to your ad; click the link around 10-30 times - that way it will be less likely for it to be taken down.

very hot jerk off story ...

Ok boys...long time reader, first time poster. So, I have to tell you about my last loads, which I took earlier today. We have an elite college here in the town where I currently live, and it has proven to be a wealth of hot cock...this isn't the first one I've taken from there. Anyway, I was leaving work today when a 19yo guy hit me up on a4a. He saw my profile and noticed that I am an "anything goes" bttm. He said that he had a class in an hour and a half, but REALLY needed to dump a load. So, how the fuck could I resist that?!? I headed home, prepared, and put on my favorite Andrew Christian jockstrap, while he took an Uber to my house. When he walked in, I was in awe. He was the spitting image of a young Will Smith. Not only was he a beautiful boy, he had a beautiful spirit. Within minutes he was making out with me and then out came this completely MASSIVE cock!!! It was as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, 8.5"c, and stood out from his beautiful, thin body like a massive sword. Within minutes we were all over one another, eating each others ass, sucking cock, making out. The he said, "I've gotta be inside that beautiful ass!" I was more than willing to oblige. He had me on my back as he lubed up his massive cock and my ass. He positioned the head at my entrance and then pushed. It was pure bliss as this young stud penetrated my boy pussy. It felt like the walls of my ass were going to split open, but I wanted more! Before I knew it, he had bottomed out deep inside my ass, completely raw. I was in complete bliss!! Within the next 10 minutes he completely ravaged my ass...flipping me over and pumping HARD. Being a good bttm, I would pushing back on him and squeezing his cock with my ass muscles. His first load was as impressive and massive as his cock...the guttural moaning turning into near screams as he came. Rather than stopping after he came, he slowed down for about 30 secs, but his cock never softened. He then picked up pace again and within two minutes he had dumped another huge load inside me. I could feel the pulsations of him cock as it loaded me. After he came the second time, he pulled out after about 5 mins and laid there holding me and talking to me. He had to get back to go to class, so he requested his Uber. Being the cum whore I am, I went back down and started sucking on his soft cock. He was like, "I'll never be able to get hard again...I've never cum 3 times in a row". Well, fuck me running...oh how I love a good challenge. I gave it the best I had and sure enough, that huge piece of meat came back to life. I wanted to swallow this load, but he wasn't having any of that. We were watching his phone as the tone notified him that his Uber was outside. That seemed to stimulate him even more, because he dove in balls deep into my cum-filled ass and within thirty seconds he emptied filled my guts for the 3rd time. As he pulled out the final time, kissing me softly, he said, "that ass is the best I've ever had...I've never cum that much". I smiled and kissed him as he headed out the door, telling him to come back whenever he wanted...he is welcome to load me any day!!

I'm so fucking horny right now, I wish I was Mike and under Chris ... another chapter soon.

Maybe you like getting fucked by your friend because it is him who is fucking you? Is your friend straight, bi or gay (or says he is?). Is he a friend because you two get along so well, have similar interests or because he looks good to you? A little crush on him, a bromance? Do you think you can just have sex with him because you two know each other so well? Or do you like the sex, the feeling of getting fucked? Nothing wrong with that either as others have stated. After all a man knows best what a man likes best sexually. Doesn't have to mean you are bi or gay. Experiment with a few others. Just sex, not a date. Make a profile on one of the gay sites or apps (you don't have to show your face if you don't want to). See if there are any guys around where you live who's profile (and/or pics) you like or excite you and just give it a try. You don't have to get into the sack with the first one who is available. Be a bit selective. If it doesn't work out with one then maybe the next (first time with someone else may make you feel uncomfortable). See if you like getting fucked by a guy you don't know. You won't have the intimacy you have with your friend but maybe the sex and the feeling is as good as with your friend. You won't know until you try. Get out there and find out what you like. You are not attached so you can do what you like. At least you will know and can take it from there.

Nice! I love the hot descriptions of their fucking and the feelings that are coming out as well! Also...and this takes some talent...because of how well you are telling this story, it makes me forget there was a prologue!

It is all about understanding your own risk vs. reward value system. That system is largely anchored on one side by those of us who accept any risk as part of only having raw sex and on the other, by those who never are exposed to anything during sex. Certainly PReP, as it relates to HIV offers another jumping off point for many guys. But HIV Is not all that is out there, so until your friend can clearly state his own risk reward concept, he might want to consider going full safe. No doubt, those of us who enjoy raw sex talk a great deal about how hot it is and how great it can be not thinking about risk. And many of us, me included have some health issues as a result. As attractive as the sex is, if you play enough, you will likely get burnt by something. Your friend got to the clap quickly. I will never have an issue with a guy who makes an informed decision to go raw. But I do have some concerns for guys who jump in and do not fully understand the risks. Read, learn and be informed, once he does that, he can make a better decision. Perhaps his newly pus filled cock will remind him he has more thinking to do.

Cumunions like other events are what you make of them. You can't just stand and watch. You have to be direct and get what you want. Took about 4 loads at my last Cumunion.

Met a top guy (Peter) off BBRT near where I live. There is a large area of woods near where I live and for various reasons I could accommodate, but we agreed to meet in the woods for an outdoor fuck. I cycled the two miles to the woods and down a track in them. I noticed his blue Nissan in the car park and so my anticipation was rising when I saw him at the agreed fallen down tree. He was all that he said he was, slim, fit and 60ish, but not looking his age. The weather was hot and so he was wearing a Polo shirt and shorts like myself. It didn't take long for me to be in my knees with his thick 7" cock sliding down my throat. I love to get a cock as far down my throat as I can, with my nose against a stomach the aim...something I achieved with him, much to his pleasure if his moans were anything to go by. I had my BIKE jock on under my shorts and soon I was wearing nothing else. He got me to go on my hands and knees and really went to town on my cunt with his mouth and tongue...mmn a truly delicious experience as I sniffed my FIST poppers; I always have a big bottle as I like to get totally wasted on poppers...something he was encouraging me to do. He confirmed that I wanted it bareback, and with my poppered up "oh yeah" he slipped his cock into my hungry hole and started to really pound my cunt with deep thrusts. As he was fucking me, he started to talk on his mobile..."Yes, come on down darling, the slag is genuine and I have my cock deep up his cunt as we speak". As I took another sniff of poppers he asked if I'd mind if his friend also joined us...well I was more than happy, particularly when he said that his friend was Versatile Top. Soon I felt his presence and looked up to see him kneeling down in front of me with his large black cock hard and standing up out of his jeans, and my lips closed over it with gusto!! Well Peter and his friend (Jake) gave me a really good spit-roast all the while telling me how they were going to breed me proper by fillng my cunt with their cum...Peter soon shot his load in me, oinking like a pig as he thrust his cock balls deep as he dumped his load in me. Jake immediately took his place and I felt his 6", but very thick cock, slide in my lubed up hole. Jake went at me hammer and tongs and as I licked Peter's cock clean I was told that Jake had only been in the UK for three weeks having arrived from Nigeria in late July and was highly toxic...did I want his load??? This was asked as I could tell Jake was close to coming and he leant forward and whispered in my ear, "...take my high viral and very toxic load bitch, because that's what white slags like you are for..." and with that he grunted, I said "fuck YES, poz me up" and I had a second load dumped deep in my cunt. I cleaned him off and they both just left and told me to get in touch again for another breeding session. When I got home, I had a cummy wet patch in my shorts and I saw that they had written a message on my arse cheeks, 'cunt 4 poz'...oh yes that's what my cunt is for.

I knew that dad, Todd and John were involved in several business dealings, including a small campground adjoining a popular alpine lake, it just never clicked that it was also a popular gay resort area. As our brothers reached 18 they were invited to work the summer at the campground and reside on the houseboat. Stuart had been working the last 2 summers as had Ted, and Ben. Last summer Alan joined Stuart and I could only guess how hot and steamy that got. This was the first summer that Chris Dave and I, so as we all came out to each other we would all for the first time all have the summer together. A true “family affair” Alan climbed into our bunk, and cuddled us then proceeded to tell us that this was a hot destination for guys who loved hot unprotected sex, given its secluded location, he indicated he wouldn’t be surprise if a good portion of the guys who come here to vacation go home with a few extras. He positioned himself between me and Dave and we licked and sucked on his athletic chest while playing with his toxic cock. Throughout the night, Alan’s engorged shaft found its way into our moist cum filled holes, leaving his POZ precum and toxic seed in our boy cunts. I awoke around 4:30 to Alan, his cock was wedged between my ass cheeks, I wiggled a bit and it slid into my hole, his precum serving as lube in my now not so virgin hole. He pistoned in and out for about 15 minutes then shot a load into my gut, pulled out and rolled over and using my ass juices and his cream shoved into Dave, fucking him for about five minutes before blasting his second load into my best friend. Ted was once again our alarm clock about an hour later, rousing the gang for breakfast, Dave and I knowing how quickly the hot water could run out hurried to the shower before anyone else could. Alan entered as we finished rinsing each other off, Stuart entering behind him, it appeared they would be sharing the next round. Dave and I took our breakfast up to the upper deck to join our dads and our brothers for the morning pep talk “Morning guys hope you all had a restful sleep last night because today starts the holiday weekend, for the returning sons, boyfriends, and for the new guys as well there has been some improvements to the lower and upper eastside latrines, shower areas over the winter. Vending machines have been installed with provisions, they have security installed to prevent tampering as well as automatic gates to close them during nighttime hours after 9pm and before 7 in the morning. Have fun this weekend as the work will be hard but we must all show our guest a good time. John will be staying aboard today to prepare the cove for this weekend’s festivities. In addition to the daily invites to the ARK you will each also be given 5 passes to the cove, water shuttles will be running on a regular basis between 4 and 7 and again between 1 and 3 in the morning to get our guest here and back. I will be manning the testing center adjacent to the cantina for anyone you might invite to our little parties, they must be in possession of the invite and have on their wrist bracelets in order to board the shuttles, shuttle drivers will have a list of tested so there won’t be anyone sneaking around the procedure. If there are no questions have a great day see you this afternoon” With that we were handed the days assignments, I was paired with Alan and Chris, Dave was paired with Ben and Stuart. Ted was staying to help John with preparations for the evening’s festivities, as the 7 of us boarded a water taxi, to head to the campgrounds, Dave and I looked over the task at hand today, it appeared that we would be at opposite ends of the campgrounds after checking the overnight check-ins we would go around checking on the sites on our respective side then check the guest facilities before returning to the cantina for lunch. Alan and Chris nudged us just before arriving at the dock to the campgrounds nodding in the direction of several campers who looked about our age all setting up their campsite, all looking porn star pretty. As we arrived at the campgrounds we walked up the path to the cantina and Todd opened a door on the side of the building, I thought it was just another storeroom or something but it turned out to be a little clinic like room with a couple tables set up for interviewing and a desk, just inside the door was a reception counter, with a small box set on the counter just below the sight of those arriving to be tested. “You guys have already been tested so I know your status” Todd said and handed each of us a rubber wrist bracelet, Dave and I each got a yellow with green strip, Chris and Ben got green, and Alan and Stuart got purple with blue strips. Todd looked at our puzzled faces and smiled, “yes there is a code, but only I know it, although you’re smart enough to figure it out by end of summer if not the end of the weekend” he smiled at us and we all gave him that knowing look. We each adorned our bracelets and teamed up pulling the overnight check-in list from the printer we then went about checking in on our new guest, and double checking on our previous ones as well. Alan lead the way to the lower east side where the majority of the new campers had checked in, out of the 40 or so campsites available almost half were already full with a dozen check-ins overnight and another 20 or so scheduled for this morning and afternoon we would most likely be kept hopping. The first couple of sites we checked on were seasoned campers who had little trouble setting up camp and having some fun, a couple really hot daddy types and a couple twinks tagging along, the third site we hit had a couple of bear daddies with their “cub” they had already made use of the pole in the corner and had what I later find out to be a St. Andrews cross attached to the pole. Their cub chained to it like a wild animal wearing only a harness and jock strap. After chatting the bear daddies Alan walked up to the cub, stroking his welted back with his fingertips he slid a finger into what appeared to be a well lubed hole, using his nail to scrape just a little, then lowers his basketball shorts and slid his cock into the squirming cub, as the dads cheered him on, also encouraging me to take advantage of their boy. I walked over and began kissing the lad who couldn’t be much older than I, then fondling his caged cock and balls I slipped a finger in next to Alan’s manhood, the boy just moaned, then I slid a second and third finger in, almost jacking Alan off inside this boy’s hole. One of the bears came over to me and began to rub up and down my body and soon was spooning me from behind, slipping his beer can sized cock between my cheeks, lubing me up with his precum, before sliding into my tight hole, his hand cover my mouth as he pushed in to stifle my scream of pain and agony, I could feel my hole stretch and begin to rip. I pulled away and whispered to daddy “not so rough, gotta prep that hole, for that big of invasion daddy, maybe later this weekend you guys and your boy could swing by our party out in the cove” Seeing the daddy impale me got Alan excited and he lost a load deep inside the cub, as he pulled out the other bear cleaned off his cock and said thanks for the invite can we come tomorrow as they had some stuff already lined up for tonight. Our next couple of sites were inhabited by frat boy college types who were glad for a little assistance and inquired if what they heard about a special party for invited guest was true. They were hot and Alan and I invited them to the party on Sunday and they mentioned that they were here for two weeks and I slipped them an invite for a Mid-week party as well. I was new to all this but was willing to have as much fun this summer as possible. My ass was still stinging from Daddy bears intrusion so as we approached the Latrine-shower facility that Todd had mentioned I excused myself to double check my hole. As I rounded the corner I saw the vending machines that Todd had mentioned and was surprised at the offerings. They were stocked with some toiletries like flip-flops, aspirin, sweat towels (cumrags) and such but they also carried poppers, lube, cock rings, douche hoses and a few dildos and male enhancement products. My ass was sore and I noticed it had hemorrhoid cream as well so I slid a few dollars in and purchased a small tube of cream to soothe my aching ass. I checked for rips in the toilet are and noticed several freshly used condoms lying on the floor in the next stall, I reached over and picked them up, and several had large quantities of fresh cum in them. I tied them off, pocketing a couple for later then leaning over the latrine poured one onto my hole, working it into my ass with my fingers, mixing it with the cream from the tube made my hole glisten. Alan wondering what was taking me so long walked in as I was working the cum into my hole, stepped up and grabbed another filled condom bit the tip off and poured it over his toxic tool as he slid all the way home into my willing receptacle. Using anonymous cum for lube got Alan hard and horny as his steel rod penetrated my rectal orifice repeatedly, he pounded me into the toilet bowl holding my face down making me dizzy from the aroma of piss in the bowl. Alan didn’t last long and was soon emptying his toxic milk up my shitter. Afterward Alan apologized for his behavior and I assured him it was hot for me as well. Alan turned to leave the stall, saying he needed to use the urinal, I grabbed his hand and directed his pisser at me “You Sure” He asked and I nodded yes he began to urinate in my mouth. Having stripped down in the stall space earlier I was already naked except my jock strap, so I pulled back and allowed him to coat my body with his piss, Alan was getting hard again as I showed him my kinky side allowing him to mark you externally as he had done internally just moments ago with his demon seed. He finished urinating, or couldn’t continue due to his erection, and I stood up and kissed him “this is going to be one hot summer stud as I share you with my brothers and dads” Alan just smiled as I pulled on my tee shirt and shorts over my piss soaked body and jock, we exited the latrine as a couple of hot young campers were entering, I reached in my pocket and handed out a couple more invites to the cove, letting them know they had to stop by the testing center to get dads approval. Alan handed a couple of his invites as well, as we walked back to the cantina to meet up with Dave’s team and lunch. As we arrived back at the central cantina we noticed a short line at the testing center, we went into the cantina where Jose the cute twink dad had hired, the son of one of his associates, and he smiled at us as we collected our lunch from the back refrigerator “Looking forward to seeing you tonight at your cove party” Jose said with enthusiasm, blushing at the same time. He was a cute brunette twink with a little upturned nose, his olive complexion betraying his Spanish roots mixed with European heritage. Based on his blush I figured he knew what would be occurring that evening in the cove and on the ARK Dave nudged me and whispered “Can’t wait to get into that sweet ass of his, and I heard he is hung so can’t wait to feel him inside me, man you must have had an exciting morning given your aroma” I blushed a bit and told him about the bears ad Alan marking me, then he began his tales of hot hook ups throughout the morning, including those cute twinks that we saw on the way in and a couple other campers he ran across, this was going to be a great weekend it appeared, as we sat down outside the cantina in the shade and ate our lunches we began noticing different color wristbands popping up throughout the camp, we parted and Dave told me he would fill me in on his adventures when we got back to the ARK in a few hours.

Glad to see ya, rawrawraw. Any chance we can get a peek at what Jace has been turned into as Tristan's cumslut?

My intention is to wrap this fucker up ASAP, pghpigbtm -- just one or two more entries and it should be complete. But...right this minute? I've got three anonymous loads in my slammed-up hole, and poz seed is my favorite brand of lube. So: that means I'm heading out to the cruisy park as we speak. I can tell you, though, that I've already started the next installment -- 'cuz I'm ready to see this Dalton kid corrupted like he fuckin' deserves.

god me too I was on my knees naked and blindfolded with cocksucker written on my forehead with a red permanent marker. He was calling me a dirty little cocksucking faggot and told me to tell me what you are and who you are. So I told him I'm a cocksucker and told him my name.he laughed and said now you're my cocksucker and if you don't do what your told I'm going to show your girlfriend something. I didn't know what he meant until he told me to take off the blindfold. When I did there was two other men there and one of them was filming at first I thought about grabbing the camera and running out but he pushed his cock back in my mouth and said suck my big cock so everyone can see that you love cock. Then one of the other men got behind me and started to rub his cock against my arse hole I said that I only like sucking cock I'm not into anal. He tried to push it in but I moved away and said no I don't want to be fucked. Do as your told faggot or your girlfriend will get a copy of the video. I had no choice and at first I didn't like it because it hurt to much but he kept encouraging me telling me that's it faggot take that big cock don't worry soon you'll be begging for more. He was right I was being filmed sucking cock while being fucked and verbally humiliated and without touching my cock I came all over the floor and was still hard. That night I was used by those three men on camera and they have filmed me many times. I am now there cock slave anytime they want and I love it.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Daniel) Daniel was unconscious. His head leaned against the closed window and it appeared he was just sleeping on this trip. I left the Interstate and we drove for a while on a B road. After a few miles I took another exit and we reached a rural area. There were lots of opportunities for me to find a cosy spot in the woods. My dick was hard and ready and I wanted to fuck this heterosexual twink. While driving to a lonesome place I started groping Daniel already. His dick was also hard from the massage. From time to time he moaned. Maybe he thought of his girlfriend or another chick. I didn’t mind. As long as I could get my loaded cum into his hot ass. We reached the place I had in mind. We had to drive way into the forest and I had examined this spot before. Never had I met another person in this woodland. I stopped the car and turned down the engine. “Daniel….? Danny….?“ The guy did not reply. He was cold out. I opened my door and left the car. Slowly I walked around it and opened his side of the door carefully. A broad smile flashed across my face. It was almost too easy. I pushed a button and the seat was lowered automatically. In a couple of seconds Daniel was relaxing on his back. I opened his belt and the buttons of his jeans. Since Daniel was unconscious he was rather heavy. It took me a while to undress him from the waist down. His dick was quite thick, even in his semi hard status. For a second I thought about licking his dick head for a second. Just to get a taste of him, but rejected the idea. I pulled him to me and slowly turned him around, so soon he was lying on his front. In my glove compartment I had some lube. The idea to fuck him dry was exhilarating, but I was a bit tensed, that the boy would come back to senses because of the pain. On the other hand I wanted to enjoy the fuck also, so I decided to use a small amount of the lube, to make it comfortable for both of us. “Don’t tell me, I wouldn’t care…. “ I said and laughed. While working the lube into his ass, I was using my fingernails to scrape the inside of his asscunt. I wanted him bleed, so my gift would find no barriers raiding his body. I tried not to hurt him too much, since he moaned from time to time. Then I got up and looked around. It was dark already and the only noises I could hear were the sounds of nature. Swiftly I just opened some buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the stall. Slowly I stroked my dick and looked down to the innocent guy I picked up some hours ago. I applied some lube on my cock also and entered the car again. Although the door was open, I had switched the light off before. So it was quite dark, surrounded by so many trees, but I didn’t’ care. I would find his snatch easily. I supported my body with my left hand, which rested on Daniel’s left shoulder. My knees were on the edge of the seat. With my right hand I found the twinks ass cheeks easily and rubbed three fingers again into his hole. He was so tight and hot inside. I knew the second my fingers touched his orifice, that it would be a hell of a ride – for both of us. Pulling one ass cheek apart I lowered myself onto Daniels behind. My hard and thick nine-incher had no problems to discover his opening. Without making a sound I went down on him in one slow stroke. Daniel groaned a little bit. Usually the GHB would make sure, that the guy would not wake up so easily. I used this so many times before. It took me a while to find the right kind of dose…. between making someone willing or receptive, or to knock someone out for a couple of hours. Daniel wouldn’t know what hit him, or what happened at all. Drinking the water would be the last reliable memory for him. I started fucking my cock in long strokes in and out of his pussy. Pulling my dick out of his virgin hole and ramming it back in one hard stroke. I repeated this for many, many times. For me, this whole thing was more than just a casual rape or an unwilling date. Daniel would have some pain in the ass tomorrow, but he wouldn’t remember me being the reason why his arse would ache. His pussy was so soft and receiving, it was almost a natural act. My cockhead was pushing deep into his body trying to gain the best of this totally relaxed butt. I would have loved to choke him a little bit. Since I tried this one before, I knew it was hard to explain the bruises the following day. So I decided I would simply do without his asscunt muscle spoiling my invading cock. “I would love to rape your mouth too, you little fuck, but I got bitten before” I told him, although I knew he was not capable of understanding. So I kept my steady pace to get a good feeling out of this puppet. Feeling my balls stir up already, I started to rabbit fuck Daniel. He was actually moaning a bit louder, but I doubt his eyes ever opened. And even if they did… it was pitch dark. He would just remember a bad dream in the morning, nothing more. “Here we go cunt…..” I spew my first cum injection into this cute young heterosexual guy, who just broke up with his girlfriend. But who needed women anyway. “Go and grab my gift you bitch. Absorb my load with your body…. and share it with lots of bitches” I smiled viciously. I was sure Daniel would make up with his girlfriend as soon as he would reach his hometown. And they would fuck like bunnies and so he would help me transmitting my legacy to the willing or unwilling. Who gives a shit. After finishing the ‘bad deed’, it was kind of hard to get this jock dressed up again. But with enough strength and a bit of dragging, Daniel was almost as good as new, when we started driving back to the civilization. I threw the kid out a couple of miles in front of his town. It was a service area with a closed diner and some trucks standing there for a rest. My wicked mind evolved a plan to share Daniel’s body around with other fellows. Maybe my plan would succeed, maybe not…. I would be too far away to know. Usually I write with my right hand, but for this a grabbed a piece of paper and wrote with my left hand a note. It read: 'Drug Addict in need of help. Will do anything for money’ It was a hassle to drag Daniel into a male toilet. There I pulled his jeans down a bit again and laid him on his side. All his stuff I dropped nearby and placed the note directly next to the sleeping beauty. I was on my way home, when two truckers entered the toilets and found this heartbreaking note on the floor. One of the guys fished ten dollars out of his pants and put it on one of Daniel’s bags. “You’re invited” he said to his pal and opened his belt. Enjoy…..

For me the risk of STDs has NOTHING to do with why I enjoy barebacking. On the contrary, the risk keeps me away from trying even more sexual experiences. Now that I joined safestsex.org I'll see what it does about the fear. I managed to meet up so far with 2 guys who were also members so I could read all the details of their "screening results". I had syphilis decades ago so in my case the test results for Syphilis are always positive. My record says "Screened for syphilis" which means the clinic determined I was not contagious but my sexual partners don't need know about my past sexual history.

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

This clip is one of the best condom breaking vids out there. Very realistic and spontaneous-which makes it erotic, sexy, and very hot. I wonder why, out of all the "condom breaking" vids, this is the one that's pulled. Unless of course...nah couldn't be.

I'm going as I missed last as I was very sick with the flu.

Let me help you. I organize bareback sex and pnp parties

PART 15 Just as the unknown man did, Eric rammed his 9 1/2 inch dick into Joel's ass and fucked him hard. Jammes watched delighted with his protégé's ability. Eric was one of Jammes' first trainees soon after receiving his HIV diagnosis. Jammes had not reacted when he heard the news. He was at peace with himself and had accepted the fact that his decision never to use a condom when fucking put him at risk. He had mentally gone through arguments of pro and con and followed that by doing the same but listing every argument on paper. He had not agonized over the decision but came to it by rational search of himself. He finally decided to accept the risk and began fucking in earnest. The only change that came over him was upon receiving that HIV diagnosis Jammes dedicated himself to finding white men whom he felt deserved a change of status. White men such as Joel. Later still Jammes had found a market of men who sought out infected men such as he was. Chasers was what they were called. Jammes filled that market as well arranging several parties for white men who begged to be infected. He had been very careful about where the parties were held, screening carefully who was invited, and most of all making sure that nothing could be traced back to him. Still, it was married white men on the down low that Jammes really got a joy out of converting. And, this married white man was a surprise for him almost all night long. Eric was now pounding Joel's ass hard jarring him intensely. Just a few more inward slams would be all that would be required to send Eric's dick into a spewing fountain of contamination and biohazard eruption. The precipice was reached and Eric raced over the edge of the cliff just as his poisonous white globules of semen splattered inside Joel. Eric filled the ass in front of him with burst after burst of sticky thick wads of swimming infection mixing with the remainder of the two previous cum loads. Eric wiped his face with his hands removing a large portion of the sweat that had percolated there as his dick began to slow its tainted delivery. Slowly, Eric's dick began to slip from Joel's ass until it reached the point where gravity and weight pulled the remainder out allowing a large outflow of cum which splattered onto the floor. Joel immediately rose up off the sling, turned, and slid down on his knees taking the glistening soggy dick into his mouth. He washed and worshipped the means of delivery of another load of cum. He fell totally in lust with this dick, too. Eric pulled his dick out of Joel's mouth, nodded to Jammes, and walked out smiling. He needed a break. Jammes returned Joel to the sling, pulled his upturned box seat behind Joel, sat down, and slowly inserted the brush that once before he had used. Two toxic loads of cum had gone in this white man's ass. They needed access and access they would have. Jammes went about his business as if he were doing any kind of mundane job. For Jammes, this was a simple requirement or mundane job. This procedure he was performing was as much of a requirement as a clip of bullets were to a marine in combat. The brush and the bullets were both required and had to be deployed to be effective.

PART 13 Jammes pulled the brush from Joel's ass and replaced it in the side pocket. He released Joel from the restraints helping him out of the sling steadying him once he was on the floor. Joel was a bit weak legged. Jammes hesitated but then stepped up to Joel and put his great arms around him. Joel looked up at Jammes and smiled. "That was super," Joel said. "I had no idea. . . . I mean, I never, that is. . . . I didn't know about me until. . . ." "You seem to be at a loss for words," Jammes finally interrupted and smiled. "In fact, loss of a lot of things: words, your virginity, your negative status. You're going to get sick soon and will need help taking care of you." "Are you sure I will lose being negative?" Joel asked. "No doubt about it," Jammes said. "I'm not on meds. I'm the first but won't be the last. You will take many more." "Yes," Joel said with conviction. "I want many more of your cum loads." "What about other men and their cum loads? I'm only one strain. What about more than one strain in you?" Jammes asked. "Do you recommend it?" Joel sincerely asked. "Yes, as many different strains as you can get which means as many poz loads and poz men that you can get. One right after another is what I would recommend." Jammes encouraged quietly. "I have to tell you that you are by far the best white man I've pozzed. You can suck my dick better than the best pro, and you take my dick up your ass even better. I watched the change come over you. It's been a total turn on for me knowing that I'm knocking you up." "Well, you have no idea what this means to me. But, I was serious about more cum from you. Please, I hope you don't mind my asking you. You blew my mind away and whatever you want, I'll do it," Joel said with a straight face of honesty. This was the last "straight" part about Joel. Jammes looked at Joel and weighed his words as well as his own feelings. Jammes moved Joel to the side of the sling turning him to face it. He bent Joel over the sling. Joel adjusted himself in a comfortable position after Jammes spread his legs apart a little. Jammes once more began stroking his dick until it began to respond. Jammes reached over to the door, turned the handle, and swung the door wide open pushing it to the wall so that the entire doorway was a huge open portal. Instantly, a couple of men stopped as they saw Jammes and Joel inside the room. Jammes reached up and spread Joel's cheeks. Joel reached backwards replacing Jammes' hands. Jammes then used his hands to guide the head of his dick to Joel's opening once more and leaned forward applying pressure. Joel moaned in anticipation and sighed deeply. Jammes grabbed Joel's waist and began pushing forward sliding inside in a jerking motion because of the lack of lubrication. He continued until he was fully inserted and allowed his dick to finish swelling to the maximum. He turned his head to see the five men standing in the hall watching. He smiled. Jammes was advertising that he had a white man who was available to take raw dicks and cum loads in his ass.

PART 11 Jammes whose dick was now harder than he had ever been before in his life looked at this white man toy. He yanked his uncut 10-inch dick out of Joel's ass in a tremendous pull collapsing Joel's gut rushing more pain to his nerve endings. Joel did a small gasp and stared at Jammes. Jammes waited for a bigger reaction but neither heard nor saw nothing. Jammes knew that this white man belonged to him and his brothers now--forever. Once more Jammes rammed his big leviathan directly into Joel but this time the entire length balls deep in one thrust. Nothing from Joel. Three more times Jammes removed his dick violently from Joel's ass and four more times rammed it back into him. Each time Joel made no reaction to the pain; he internalized all his physical sensations focusing on pleasing and satisfying this dark god of his new enlightenment. Jammes held himself fully inside Joel. Joel unclenched his teeth, opened his mouth, and pushed the gag out of his mouth. "Fuck me, now. Please, fuck me now. Fuck me and wreck my ass. Shoot that load of cum in me. Give me your seed. Mark me. Make it hurt; I won't cry out. Please, fuck me now." Joel pleaded with Jammes in both his words and with his eyes begging for the poz load of cum that would be given to him. Jammes listened and looked at Joel studying his new character and demeanour. None of the prior white men had ever made such a plea. None had ever pushed out the gag to plead for more. They had begged, offered bribes, threatened, cried, attempted to negotiate, and even become catatonic at this stage. Jammes was caught off guard. He didn't understand this situation. And, then, it dawned on him that even though all the other men had eventually accepted their fates and had admitted much, much later that Jammes had done what they secretly had wanted all along, this man had come not only to accept what was happening but fully embraced it and did so right now. Joel was on bended knees proverbially speaking begging for his freedom in toto and subjugating himself to Jammes. It was important now to make this as memorable as possible. Jammes slowly withdrew his dick until only the head was still inside Joel's ass. Jammes then equally as slow pushed back inside. He continued the slow piston motion of in and out watching Joel's face that showed how excited he was about what was happening. More and more Jammes fucked Joel. Joel was still experiencing pain but it was passing, and he had accepted the pain as a necessity that should be looked upon as a present for indeed it was a present. Joel's mind was in overload and everything that he thought he knew was being reassessed and his repressed feelings were pouring out helping him to cope and turn to a new life. He felt as if he had just been born. Jammes got in sync with the man in the sling. Joel began whispering words of encouragement as his hole was hammered. The piston action that Jammes had begun felt so good and when Jammes increased the tempo it felt even better. Joel's face glowed in contentment as reflected in how he urged Jammes on to finish and fuck his load of cum into his ass. The two matched each other in stepping up the tempo. The cycle of each wound the other tighter building up the climax that both knew was on its way. Jammes began now to pound and slam into Joel jarring him in the sling so hard that the chains rattled with each strike. Jammes was like a blacksmith's hammer striking out a solid beat on an anvil. Jammes realized that the furnace that he had his monster dick inside was a hot one indeed. More and more Jammes built up his speed and attacked the hole in front of him with the greatest of zest and zeal.

One of the best !!

Hot series with nice build up...

Sleeping in a bed with two other guys takes some getting used to. There's always someone shifting around, making skin-to-skin contact with someone else’s body part. I can totally get used to this. A short nap was a perfect way to recharge after an amazing fuck session. Brad opened his eyes, looked over at me and give me a smile. "Hey sexy!" he whispered softly. Justin then draped his arm over me and said to Brad, "You talkin' to me?" I said, "No, he's talking to the sexy one, which is me!" And that’s what started the pillow fight. Like a bunch of six-year olds, the wrestling and pillow punches commenced. And in case you're wondering, I defended myself well, considering I had a buttplug up my ass holding in a couple loads of poz cum. Now that's talent! I think Brad was the first one pushed off the bed, the he recovered his lost yardage and pushed Justin and then me off. After we returned the bedroom to some semblance of order, I said, "Let's get cleaned up. We stink." Luckily for us, the shower we have is a good size, and perfect for three guys. Once the water temperature was set, we got in and took turns rinsing off before soaping up. I looked at the guys and said, "I gotta take out the butt plug. Who wants to do the honors?" Justin said, "We'll both do it." They had me back away from the showerhead and had me lean over to give them more access to my butt. They both started feeling my ass cheeks, massaging my glutes then circling around to my asslips holding in the buttplug. These guys were in no hurry to get to the task at hand, and I was totally OK with the affection being shown my hole. But all good things come to an end. I felt them slowly ease out the buttplug, which I appreciated. My hole was wrecked from the recent fucking, so the extra care was perfect. It was finally eased out and I felt cum oozing out of my hole and onto the shower floor, with a little blood. Justin said, "Go ahead, push it out." Brad put his fingers around my hole while I pushed out. "Yeah," Brad said, "Push your hole out." Justin said, "Now that's a sexy rosebud! A little small, but we can grow it bigger." Brad replied, "I think that's an excellent goal for the three of us." They then had me stand up and put me in the middle of their man sandwich. Brad took the soap and started lathering up the front of my body. He then handed it to Justin so he could soap my back. Brad paid special attention to my cock and balls, and Justin reached around and massaged my pecs. My job was to try to avoid melting into a puddle. Their hands were all over my body, and I couldn't wait to return the favor. I said, "I gotta piss." I relaxed and started my flow. Brad directed the flow over his front, and then knelt in front of me to let my stream flow to soak him down. Before I was done, he wrapped his lips around my cock head and drank down a gulp. What a fucking erotic feeling, pissing while having your boyfriend drink your piss. He then stood up and faced Justin. Justin knew exactly what this was about. Justin reached up and tugged at the back of Brad's head and deeply kissed him. They finished with a hug, and then took a second to enjoy the moment. Brad said, "I want you guys to take my piss." Justin and I took our place on our hands and knees and shared Brad's piss. He directed the flow onto our faces and then directed it into both of our mouths, giving each of us a turn and sucking the piss out of his cock. Lastly, it was Justin's turn to feed us his piss. Brad and I took turns to enjoy his bladder full of piss. Feeling his pierced cock in my mouth was different this time. I've been focused in the past on trying to get his load of cum. This time, feeling his pierced ring on my tongue, waiting for his piss flow felt different. In a really good way. This wasn't the typical cheesy porn video scene. This was three guys affectionately sharing piss, just as they shared cum ... enjoying the erotic males energy and erasing the taboo nature of sharing our fluids. Justin took the center next, and I got to soap his front. I ran my hands up and down his muscled abs and his pecs. His hard work at the gym has paid off nicely. I gave his pierced nipples some love as well. They look really sexy on him, and gives him a certain "bad boy" aura. He reached over to my chest and while slightly tweaking my nips said, "You know you need to get these pierced, don't you?" I hadn't really thought about it before. "Yeah," I replied, "that would be hot. What do you think, Brad?" Justin smiled, "I can tell you what he thinks. I said that and I felt his cock get hard." Brad started laughing and said, "Yeah, busted." I looked at Justin and said, "I think the three of us should match. Brad needs to be pierced too." *boing* Well, at that point we did match. We are all standing with rock hard cocks at that thought. Brad smiled and said, "Sounds like the tribe has spoken!" Doing our best to stay on focus, we switched up and put Brad in the center for his scrub down. I took his back, and enjoyed the feeling of his muscled back, butt and legs. I will admit to sliding a finger up his hole while I was back there, but to be honest, each of us did that to each other. We've broken the need for permission, and accepted the shared responsibility to give ourselves to each other in every way. Mustering up every ounce of adult fortitude our our bodies (it could have been a six-hour experience), we got out of the shower and toweled off. "If we're going to get pierced, next we'll have to figure our our tattoo design." I said. Brad smiled at that idea, as did Justin. Justin asked, “What kinda tattoo do you want?" I said, "Something that celebrates our relationship." Brad asked with a grin, "What, a biohazard tattoo?" Justin smiled, "Over my dead body. He has to earn it first." Brad agreed and said, "We can get ours and if he's lucky he'll earn his." Brad said, "I know a really talented tattoo guy in Chicago who is hot as fuck. He's poz and has a biohazard tattoo design that totally rocks. His is above his cock, and after he pozzed his boyfriend, he put a biohazard tat on his boyfriend's hip." We put on shorts and went into the living room. Justin said, "The idea of getting a biohazard is pretty hot. The three of us with matching designs ... if we could agree on a design..." Brad nodded his head and said, "I like where this is going." "Actually," I said, "Let's hold that thought. I wanted to talk with you guys about me converting. What do you think about me going on PEP?" Justin moved next to me and said, "I thought you wanted to convert. What's going through your head?" I said, "My company is being purchased and potential health insurance drama is making me think getting pozzed right now might not be the right time, from a financial point of view. And PEP isn't guaranteed. The loads I've taken might be really strong. If it's meant to be, together we can work through my conversion." Brad moved closer and said, "Rik has a good point. I'm undetectable now and you will probably be soon. We can continue loving him and breeding him. I think that's what we all want." Nodding my head in agreement, I said, "Oh god yes. And here's my agreement I'm willing to make, if the PEP works and I go on PrEP, we can later on talk about the three of us going off our meds together at the same time. If the PEP doesn't work and I convert, we can talk about whether to take meds or not." Realizing I just put the offer of my seroconversion back on the table for a later time, Justin said looking at Brad, "He has a point there. Right now, if he converts it's probably my virus that pozzes him. It's not you. I like the idea of giving each of us a fighting chance to be his gifter." He didn't even need to say what he just said, as the three of us were all showing boners through our shorts. I had a wet spot and Justin's cock was starting to worm out of his shorts. Brad added with a smile, "Yeah, give my poz swimmer's a chance to do the deed along with yours. I'm cool with that." I reached over to both of them and give them a kiss. "I love you guys so much. Thanks for being open to this." Brad said with a wink, "Absolutely, stud. And don't be a bad boy, because if you are, Justin or I might play "Hide the PEP!" Justin got a big grin and said, "I like the way you think!" I replied, "Fucking perverts!" and give Brad a push ... And once again, the fight was on. Wrestling on the living room floor like a bunch of hyenas, bear hugs, nipple tweaks and crotch grabbing between the three of us ... laughing the whole time. What a bunch of goofballs. At that point we were all starved, and I needed to get hold of Shawn to get my PEP script. We called for something to be delivered, and then I texted Shawn. Me: Shawn - got a sec? Rik Shawn: Hey stud! What's up? Me: Any chance we can meet up with your script pad? Shawn: Was wondering what you guys would do. Shawn: Yeah, I can stop over in about an hour. Me: Thanks! Really appreciate it. I told the guys Shawn would be over later, and we each took a break to check e-mail, read some web stuff and clean up the place a little bit. It wasn't long after we finished the take-out that Shawn was at the door. He was dressed in shorts and a tank top looking like a million bucks. Such a hot, sexy man who wears the effects of his HIV infection well. Sure he works out his body, but the best part is how his veins pop. So fucking hot. I had never seen his legs before, and all I wanted to do was lick them all the way up and down. Since was the first time I've seen him in shorts, it's the first I've seen of his tattoo. Just a little bit was poking out under his shorts. Hard to tell the design, it looked a little tribal, with red/black ink. "Hey there! Come on in." I said. Shawn took a couple steps inside and asked jokingly, "Don't you guys own a shirt? You're never dressed when I come over." I said, "Because we're always fucking!" Justin walked over to give him a hug and replied, "Rik has a point. Why get dressed when we're just going to get naked and fuck." Shawn laughed and said, "You're still a slut, huh?" Justin replied, "You taught me well." Brad interrupted and extended his hand to shake Shawn's. Shawn pushed his hand out of the way and gave him a hug. He said, "I think we can dispense with the formalities at this point." Each of us took a seat in the living room. Shawn asked, "So I guess you guys decided to put Rik on PEP huh?" Brad said, "Yeah, we think that makes sense right now." Justin said, "If we all change our minds together, we can stop the PEP." Shawn looked at each of us and said, "Like I said before, I'm happy to help out whichever way the decision went. Good for you guys for making the tough call." Shawn looked over to me, smiled and said, "If the decision went the other way, I would have asked you more but in this instance I'm comfortable moving ahead with the decision you guys made without much more discussion. I'm sure you know a little about PEP, right?" I replied, "I don't know much other than I take it for 28 days." Shawn said, "Pretty much. I'll write the script for three meds. You'll take them for the 28 days, and then you can come in to see how it did. Simple stuff." He pulled his pad out of the back pocket of his shorts and started writing. I replied, "Sounds easy." He said, "I'm not going to lie to you. Quite honestly, it's fucking nasty. A lot of guys get gastro distress. It is was it is." He then stood up and handed the script to me and said, "If you need anything, be sure to let me know. I care about you. Always have." After a couple seconds of us gazing at each other, he said with a wink, "And once you go on PrEP you still want me to breed your hole, all you guys have to do is ask." I reached over and gave him a hug and a kiss. I said, "Fuck, that would be amazing. I'd love to feel you inside me." Shawn pulled back and said, "I was really hoping you were going to text me to shoot some of my toxic cum to poz you up. If you ever get the itch, once you're on PrEP, I'd love to fuck your hole." I looked down at the bulge in his shorts and the expanding wet spot. My shorts were just as stretched as his. I looked over to Brad and his hand was already in his shorts, playing with his cock. Justin said, "This is smokin' hot. I think you should take his load." Brad agreed saying, "I think so too. But it's up to you." Shawn said, "I have six pills ... two PEP doses with me. I was going to give you them anyway. Rik, say the word and I'll walk out the door - no harm, no foul." With all the hard cocks that were oozing poz precum, there was no fucking way I was going to turn down Shawn's offer. I said, "Yeah, I want your load. We'll roll the dice with the PEP. Let's go in the bedroom." Brad said, "Justin and I will give you guys some space." Shawn looked over and said, "I'd rather you guys be there, if you don't mind. This is about the three of you, not just Rik's infection." Brad said, "Let's get it done." In the bedroom, Shawn pulled off his tank top and took off his shorts. On his hot ripped body, he had a biohazard tattoo circling his navel and a scorpion on his pec. The scorpion's stinger was designed to pinch his nipple shaft. So fucking hot. His 8" uncut cock was hugging his navel, and there was a slick trail of poz precum. I wasn't prepared for how veiny he is. I pulled my shorts off, and saw the other two were naked as well, standing off to the side. With my finger I traced some of the veins on his arms, then down to the ones on his thighs and legs. I got on my knees and I had to lick his veins, they were so sexy. I couldn't help it. "Your body is so hot. Not all poz guys are as veiny. How did you get your veins like this?" Shawn explained, "Back in the day, the only AIDS medication was AZT. It wasn't worth shit, but it caused wasting. And that made the veins of poz guys stick out. It's no longer prescribed, but I got hold of a supply and I take it to honor the sick wasted guys back then." His precum was dripping off his cock as I was paying homage to his sexy veiny body. I moved from licking his biohazard tattoo to take his toxic dripping cock into my mouth. Precum is pretty awesome stuff, but knowing how virulent this breeder is made it so much hotter. "I'm not here to get a blowjob. Lie down on the bed, Rik". Shawn said. I took my place on one side of the bed, in case the other two wanted to fuck alongside of us. Shawn crawled on top of me and gave me soft, tender kisses on my lips and neck. I was in heaven, feeling his body on top of mine. After a little while of his affection, he used his muscled veiny thighs to move my legs apart. He hiked my legs to his shoulders and I felt his slippery cock against my hole. Shawn didn't push in right away. He rubbed his cock up and down my asslips, spreading his charged precum along his entry point. It was one of the most erotic feelings I've ever experienced. His precum was flowing out of his cock. With my fingers, I traced his biohazard tattoo and whispered, "I want one of these." He said softly while looking in my eyes, "Believe me. The first step towards poz acceptance is being able to say the words and marking yourself. Create your brand and don't run away from it." While he's talking to me, I feel his infected precum being spread on my parting asslips. He looked in my eyes and said, "You good with this? Let me know now." I said, "I want your virus in me." Shawn looked over to Brad and Justin. "You guys good with me infecting your boyfriend?" They both nodded to grant our consent. Shawn then proceeded to apply a little pressure to my hole, his charged precum having easily lubed up my ass for him. I relaxed my hole and felt his cock slowly slide inside me. My cock was hard as a rock, erect flat against my pubes, drooling like crazy. Once I felt his pubes against my hole, he started a slow, sensual fucking. I've never wanted poz cum so much before. While still fucking me slowly, he moved down to kiss me softly. . He moved his lips next to my ear and said softly, "I love that you want my disease. Know that I have infected many men, and that many toxic men have shared their infection with me. You know that, right?" I looked deep into his eyes and nodded yes. All the while his cock is gently stroking in and out of my ass ring. Opening my hole to accept his loving but toxic fuck. He continued, "You know now that my cock is inside you and I'm not pulling out until I spill my toxic seed, right?" I nodded yes. Shawn whispered, "I didn't hear you. Tell me." I said quietly, "Fuck me Shawn, give me your AIDS!" Shawn looked over to Justin and Brad who were watching intently while stroking their cocks. He gave them a nod. Without saying a thing, they both understood what was going on. I put my hands on Shawn's wasted ass to pull him closer into me. Shawn's chest and then face started to become flush with blood. I could feel his ass muscles, his abs and then his chest tighten up. He brought his lips next to my ear and started to pick up the pace of his fuck strokes. "I'm getting close, stud. I feel my load building up in my balls ... oh fuck Rik ..." He drew a big breath in and then forcefully exhaled. His eyes closed and he gasped, "Take my infection! Fuck... I'm pozzing you right now!" . There wasn't one of those fucks you watch on porn with hips slapping loudly against ass cheeks. This was a romantic loving breeding of neg hole by a hot charged poz breeder. He continued his fuck strokes and I could feel his cock unloading his charged load inside me. Shawn moved back so he could get longer strokes inside me. This was more than I could handle. Without touching my cock, I shot several volleys of cum onto my abs and towards my nipples. "Oh fuck me" is all I could say. At that point Brad and Justin crawled onto the bed and positioned themselves into a 69 position next to Shawn and I. It was readily apparent they were full of sexual energy from what they just saw, and their cocks were in need of release. There was no embarrassment or ego involved. There was a real physical need to ejaculate. They quickly took each other's cocks and started sucking each other off at the same time. Here I am with a virulent unmedicated poz cock in my hole, getting bred by one of the hottest guys, and my boyfriends who just watched me take a load that just might convert me to be poz are driven to the point they're sucking each other off next to me. I'm not sure how this gets any hotter. In short order, I can hear Brad and Justin both making sounds that any man with working balls understands. Their muffled moans were unmistakable. It didn't take a genius to know they were both shooting poz loads into each other. How fucking hot is that? Shawn left his cock inside me while Justin and Brad untangled and stretched out on the bed next to us. Shawn said, "Now that was fucking hot!" Brad said, "You're not kidding. Holy fuck!" Justin said to me, "Congratulations. We now share my breeder's DNA. He pozzed me in the very same way. Now you know why he's one of the most important guys in my life." I said, "This is amazing. Thank you." With that, Shawn's cock slowly slid out of my hole, and he let my legs relax. he looked at me and said, "Wait right there. Don't move." He got off the bed, stretched his legs to get the blood flowing again. The reached down into the pocket of his shorts. He stood next to the bed and put three PEP pills in the puddle of cum on my abs. He bent down, kissed me, and said, "I hope you get whatever you wish." He put three pills on the nightstand, my dose for tomorrow. Grabbing his clothes, he went over and gave a kiss to Brad and Justin as well. Justin smiled and said, "Thank you so much." Brad added, "Yeah, Shawn. That was amazing." Shawn smiled and said, "Yes, it was. Hate to shoot and scoot, but I gotta run." And with that, he left the bedroom to get dressed, and then left.

Fisting party in Houston. Four days sixteen loads.

My last load was in Chicago at Man's Country by a guy from Puerto Rico who loaded me up not once but twice that night. He pounded my ass both times for at least 30 minutes. My most memorable load while in Chicago was at Bear's Night at Touche; a Latin guy with a nine inch uncut cock fucked me raw in the bar with the bar watching; my hole was dripping with his cum after he finished his hard fuck! I love Chicago, took many raw loads there over a two week vacation there.

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Part 3 The whole gang laughed but not at Tad because they were paying no attention to him. They were laughing as Willie flopped about on his stomach while Crank forced a second fat finger into his aching asshole. Crank laid one thick finger atop the other and turned them like a corkscrew into Willie's tight canal. "Where's the fucking grease, Sam," Crank complained loudly as his fingers refused to be pushed further than the second knuckle into the groaning teenager's dry ass hole. Sam scurried off to the kitchen to fetch a can of shortening with a backwards glance at the suffering boy. By the time he returned with a can of commercial shortening, Willie had been rolled on his back by the bikers and his wrists tied to his ankles and his elbows to his knees. By this method, his legs were forced to bend at the knees and spread wide apart as they were drawn up towards his chest. As he lay on his back, his buttocks were lifted from the table and the space between his legs was laid open and fully exposed. The bikers left him on his back with his buttocks hanging over one side of the table and his head hanging over the other side. Some helpful gang member lifted Willie's head so that he could watch Crank grease his big dick. Willie watched with his mouth open and panting in fearful anticipation as Crank scooped a gob of shortening from the can that Sam was holding in his shaking hands. Crank smeared his hard cock from its root to its tip with the thick white goo. He took a second gob on the two fingers he had been using to assault the boy's ass and shoved it into Willie's puckered asshole with a single stroke. Willie screamed and bucked at the double digit invasion of his virgin ass and screamed again as Crank screwed his fingers in and out to smear the grease about inside Willie's newly opened shit chute. Tears clouded Willie's vision, as in a blur Crank take his place between Willie's thighs. As Willie felt the blunt tip of Crank's dick kiss his greased asshole, the boy whimpered in anticipation of the raping thrust. "Take a deep breath, fuck meat," Crank cheerily advised him, "and kiss your fucking cherry ass goodbye." Crank lunged forward and with a single brutal thrust buried the entire length of his dick in Willie's gut. Willie screamed and the gang cheered as Crank began humping his greasy prick into the boy. Tad did not raise his head to look but screwed his eyes closed as if that would block out Willie's screams. "Shut him up," Crank huffed as he put a hand behind each of Willie's knees to brace himself while he humped. The helpful biker dropped Willie's head and being helpful still stopped the boy's screaming by thrusting his cock into the teenager's gaping mouth. As Crank pounded his prick into Willie's overstretched asshole, the helpful biker at the boy's head engaged in oral rape. The two brutes quickly found their rhythm and double humped the boy like two rutting beasts. After a few minutes, which to Willie seemed like hours, Crank grunted and drove his prick all the way into the boy. The biker's massive body froze for an instant in sexual paroxysm, then his loins contracted as he ejaculated his hot semen into Willie's gut. Willie had no time to think about what had been done to him or that he now carried inside his body a part of his rapist, which he would absorb to make it forever a part of him. He could only feel relief as Crank's raping dick left his body and horror as another biker's raping dick took its place. Willie tried to scream as the new penetration renewed his agony but his scream was muffled to extinction by the prick filling his mouth. "Deep throat me, cocksucker," the helpful mouth raping biker husked as forced his bloated cock past Willie's virgin glottis and down into the boy's throat. Willie gagged and wretched as his body tried to expel the hot mass plugging his throat. The boy couldn't breathe as his throat was completely stopped by hot, hard man meat. The helpful biker looked down and smiled as Willie twisted and writhed in a desperate and futile fight for breath. Willie's frightened face turned red and then blue, before the helpful biker withdrew enough prick meat to allow Willie a few gulps of air. Willie was still gasping desperately when the helpful biker slid his prick back down the teenager's ravaged throat. The helpful biker's oral rape had a rhythm, which Willie quickly learned. Three rapid throat raping penetrations were followed by one deep throat which the biker held until Willie thought he would pass out. Willie learned to fill his lungs between the three short strokes so that he would have enough breath to carry him through the deep throat ordeal. Willie did not know that it was his struggle for air and the working of his throat that turned the helpful biker on and kept him going strong. The biker between Willie's legs picked up the helpful biker's rhythm and started fucking in three short thrusts which was followed by a deep penetration during which he ground his coarse pubic hair into Willie's upturned buttocks. The two men worked together as they grunted and sweated to torture the teenager by making him feel every moment of his double rape. They thrust their hips until their heavy, hairy balls slapped against his forehead and his backside. They ground their filthy pubic hear against his tender skin. They corkscrewed, pounded, plowed and pried their pricks into his body and not satisfied with his suffering from these assaults, they tormented him further by using his body as a sexual toy. In a concerted effort to torture the abused prep-school senior by sexually arousing him during his rape, the helpful biker tweaked the boy's pink nipples and caressed his heaving chest while the other rapist stroked the boy's pink prick and tickled his clean shaven scrotum with touches lighter than a feather. Willie to his shame started feeling aroused by the things his rapists were doing to him. As the rapist between his legs pounded his prick inside Willie, he hit a place that made the boy moan and curl his toes in a spasm so intense that the battered teenager longed to feel it again. To this pleasure was added an arousal caused by suffocation which made Willie long to hold his mouth rapist dick in his throat until he passed out. His torment was completed by their tender caresses to his nipples and his cock and balls. The abused teenager could not fight the stimulation coming from all directions at once. His mind was overwhelmed by sexual arousal and his body betrayed him as his prick became fully erect and he started pushing his face into the helpful biker's crotch while humping his hips for the man between his legs. The helpful biker covered Willie's head with his hunching body as he squeezed Willie's tender nipples and pulled them away from his chest. "Take my fuck," He gasped as he drove his prick down Willie's throat. "I'm cumming, cocksuker. Eat my fucking scum." Willie gagged and gulped and gagged as the helpful biker filled his throat with bolt after bolt of scalding fuck juice. Halfway through his ejaculation the brute pulled his pulsing prick from Willie's throat and mouth to shoot the last of his cum across the boy's sweaty face. The helpful biker released Willie's nipples and uncurled himself from the boy's head, then he stepped out of the way for the next biker to have his turn at Willie's gaping mouth. Willie was disappointed, he had been so close to cumming when the helpful biker had pulled his prick from Willie's aching throat. Willie was ashamed of his desire, but he needed another prick lodged in his throat. He opened his mouth eagerly and accepted the next biker's drooling dick into his mouth. Willie wanted to cum, to feel his balls boiling over and pumping hot nut oil out his dick, so that he would have to feel nothing else. The biker between Willie's legs changed his rhythm to match the new mouth raper's pace. He teased Willie's hard cock and jerked the boy against his will. Willie was being driven to sexual madness by the unending double penetration and the unwonted manipulation of his nipples and his cock. He knew that he shouldn't but he wanted his rape to continue so that he could feel the constant sexual stimulation, that tickling pleasure that drew him ever closer to climax and blocked out all the horror and humiliation of his rape. He grunted with each penetration and thrust back to force the rapist deeper into his gut. His nipples turned to hard peaks of sexual stimulation as his testicles congested with lusty blood and his achingly hard cock leaked precum in a steady stream. The biker between Willie's legs abandoned his steady rhythm and started copulating like a rutting dog upon a bitch. As he drove his prick into Willie in a blur of short, sharp strokes while he jerked the boy's hard cock at lightning speed. The biker reached his climax with a shout and humped the boy throughout his orgasm while he twisted Willie's prick as if he would tear it out by the root. With a strangled cry, Willie came in a fountain of hot cum which struck the biker in the chest and dropped back in fat white gobs onto Willie's heaving belly.

“Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. ”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course; now let’s give you a water break.” It was at that point that a single thought broke through the chemical haze that wrapped around my mind – “I am so fucking thirsty”. And there, sitting on the dresser next to the other playthings, like the Holy-fucking-Grail, were two bottles of water, with condensation running down the sides. It looked so good to me, and I was so focused on how much I wanted some ice-cold water, that I barely even grunted when Bud pulled me away from the wall and the dildo popped out of my ass. I’d never experienced the singular focus or the clarity of mind that Bud’s “pig feed” gave me. At that moment, I needed that water more than anything else I had ever needed. Bud noticed me staring longingly at the water bottles, and he gave an evil chuckle. “I don’t think so, faggot,” he said as he gripped me by the chin and forced my eyes to lock into his,” that water is a reward, and you haven’t quite yet earned it yet, pig.” I whined a little in the back of my throat, just like a dog. It wasn’t on purpose; it was just the natural sound that came out of me at that point. This made him give that evil chuckle again. I realized then through my chemical haze that the sound of that chuckle was making my ass muscles contract every time he did it, same as when he used words like “faggot”, “pig”, and “cunt”. Maybe it was the chems at work, but I was starting to think his theory about pigs and real men might be legitimate. Then Bud started speaking again, and all I could focus on was his rough voice and his grip on my chin and the deep, deep black of his pupils as they seemed to grow and fill his eyes. “Boy,” he said, firm grip still on my chin, “it’s time to teach you another essential function of a pig. I’ve been up all night flying high on T and slamming down beers, and I’ve got to piss something fierce. So, faggot, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to start pissing in a minute, and you can choose to open your mouth and serve as my urinal pig, as nature intended, or end up getting your bed sheets all piss stained. However, if piss gets on those sheets, boy, the least of your punishments will be to sleep on them for a month without washing them.” There was a small, still moral part of me that hated the way chemical pleasure rushed through me at the thought of this strong, viral man pissing into my mouth like I was garbage. That part of me caused me to try to pull away from Bud’s grip on my chin. Suddenly, the grip was on my throat and the voice very, very gently. “Listen, faggot,” he said gently, “I haven’t forced you to do anything you don’t want to do so far today, have I?” I slowly shook my head “no”. I had indeed made the choice every time to participate. “I’ve allowed you to decide to make the final move each step of the way, correct?” he asked more gently still, firm grip still on my throat. I nodded my head “yes”. “And pig,” he said, practically purring, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you, have I?” I shook my head “no”. Suddenly one of his hands was in my hair, yanking my head back hard, while the hand on my neck clamped down like a vice until I started to see black on the edges of my vision. He leaned in to speak softly in my ear. “Faggot,” he said, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you YET. Please don’t force me to start now.” If my cock hadn’t been flaccid from all the chemicals in my system, his words in my ear would have made me cum without even touching myself. That surge of pleasure at the whispered promise of violence and degradation at my step-father’s hands was the final straw that convinced me Bud was right – I was 100% pig, born to serve real men like him, and everything that he was doing with and to me that morning was not only what the pig inside me really wanted, but also what the pig inside me needed…what it craved. I opened my mouth wide, and prepared to take the piss of a real man and enjoy every drop of it. Bud gave that evil little chuckle of his, and released the iron grip on my hair. The death grip on my throat that was making my vision blur turned into a caress down my cheek, almost the action of a devoted lover. He ran his thumb along my lower lip, smiled and said, “Good boy”. Then he grabbed his rock hard dick and lined it up to my open mouth. I could see him relaxing the tension of his body, and then slowly it came, the golden stream of piss from his monster cock. At first, I let it run straight down my throat, but then I grew curious about the taste. The pressure was growing stronger now, but I was able to start to savor it a little before swallowing. I wanted the words of a wine connoisseur so that I could adequately describe the taste of piss created from a toxic mix of meth and beer in the urinary tract of a real man, but words fail me. All I can say was that the moment I tasted it, I had one of those epiphany moments where it clicks like “yes, this is something that has been missing in my life so far”. I knew then that Bud and any of his friends would never need a urinal to piss in as long as I was around – in fact, I would feel cheated if he spilled so much as a drop of fluid into a porcelain bowl from then on. Too soon, the strong stream of chem and beer piss came to an end, and I eagerly leaned forward to lick some stray drops from Bud’s slit. He looked at me with pride like I was a first-grader who had won the school spelling bee. “Boy,” he said with pride, “your first time drinking piss and not a drop spilled. Truly, this is nature at its finest.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip again. “I am going to have so much fun with you, faggot.” At that point, I was starting to feel warm in my belly and a flush came to my cheek. Bud noticed and smirked, “that was some strong man piss you just guzzled down, pig, and you are gonna be flying high again in a moment. Just in time, too, because it’s time for the main event, faggot. Here’s your water – drink up.” He grabbed one of the bottles of water off the dresser and tossed it to me. I was so thirsty I had the cap off and had chugged down half of it before I even noticed that it hadn’t been completely sealed, it had been opened at least once before. Coming soon, part 6...