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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'.

This is a story rescued from the late lamented Bugshare site. It was always one of my favourites and I thought it was gone for good until I started cleaning out some old files on my computer. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. I'll post it in parts as it's a long read, but worth it Texas Bareback Massacre, Part 1 "We shouldn't go in there," Willie protested with a longing glance back toward his brand new l957 Chevy which was parked askew in a ditch. "Of course we shouldn't go in there," Tad answered his friend in disgust. "We shouldn't be out this late on a school night. We shouldn't have driven your new Chevy out on the Old Loop Road to see how fast it would go. We shouldn't have run it into a ditch. We shouldn't, but we did. So what do you want to do now? Walk ten miles back to town or a few hundred feet to that tavern and call your father for some help?" "My daddy will kill me when he finds out," Willie whined, "he told me never to go near that place." "Well, he's going to kill you about the car," Tad explained in exasperation, "phoning him from the tavern won't make any difference and will save us a ten-mile walk." "We shouldn't," Willie replied, hanging back as his friend walked on ahead. "Come on, baby," Tad goaded his friend and Willie, who was too afraid of being thought to be afraid, followed like a lamb. The tavern was a ramshackle road side inn with a half burnt out neon sign that read "T v rn C ld Be r" and a dirt parking lot containing an old pickup truck and a row of dirty motorcycles. The tavern had a bad reputation with respectable persons not only because it was frequented by bikers but because the bikers were never seen with any biker chicks. Words like 'fairies,' 'queers,' 'faggots' and 'fruits' were muttered about the bikers. Young men from the mill or the college who frequented the place had bad reputations and no respectable man, young or old, ever admitted openly to going into the bar although many of them had remarkably detailed knowledge of what went on inside. "Come on," Tad was annoyed by his friend's hesitancy as he stood outside the tavern door waiting for the all-too-timid Willie to catch up, "We'll just use the phone and get out. Five minutes and then we'll go back to the car and wait for your father." Tad pushed the door open and Willie followed him inside. The tavern was a big square room with a bar running down one side and six broken down, mismatched tables, randomly arranged upon the cracked linoleum covered floor. The floor was dirty, the walls were dirty, the tables were dirty, the bar was dirty and the atmosphere was dirty with the odors of stale bodies, stale beer, and stale smoke hanging in the air, while wifts off stale urine wafted from the restrooms in the rear. The only things dirtier and more odious than the room were the dozen unshaven and unwashed bikers lounging about the tables and the bar. The room fell silent and twelve pairs of sullen eyes turned upon Tad and Willie as they entered the tavern with their fresh washed faces and their fresh washed preparatory school clothes. From behind the bar a sweaty, fat man in a dirty apron beckoned with a soggy, gray rag to the boy's to step up to the bar. "What do you boys want?" he asked gruffly as Tad and Willie approached. Tad for all his bravado before Willie was too abashed by the seedy conditions of the bar and its clientele to immediately speak. Willie was just plain too frightened to say a word. "What ya want?" The barman's tone lowered as he repeated his inquiry. "We know what they want," an intoxicated voice called out thickly. "Well I can give 'em what they want," another drunken voice added. "We all can," the bar patrons all laughed at this suggestion, a laugh as dirty as everything else in the bar. "Shut the fuck up!" the barman snapped before turning back to Tad and Willie. "I don't serve no minors. How old are you?" "Eighteen," Tad finally found his voice but it was slightly cracked. "Eighteen," Willie's voice was so low that he might as well have mouthed the words. "Ya gotta be twenty-one," the barman snapped as his rubbed his dirty rag over the dirty surface of the bar. "We don't want a drink, Mister," Tad was hesitant but polite, "we just want to use the phone." "This is a bar, not a phone booth," the bartender growled. "We can pay, sir," Tad explained as he slid a hand into the pocket of his gray flannel trousers and pulled out a few neatly folded dollar bills. "My friend ran his car into a ditch. We need to call his father to come pull us out." "You don't have to call Daddy," a tall, brawny biker dressed in soiled leather and tarnished chains rose from a table close to the bar, "my boys can pull you out." "Sure as fucking can," a chorus of eager voices assented as the big biker sauntered over to the boys. The big biker stood next to Tad and put one booted foot upon the bar rail. Tad wrinkled his nose as he caught the scent of stale sweat and unwashed clothes and moved a little further away from the muscular mountain of unwashed male flesh. "That won't be necessary, sir," Tad respectfully but eagerly declined the offer, "Willie's Dad can do it." "If you call Willie's Daddy," the big biker said as his casually dropped his leather booted foot from the bar rail and stretched himself to his full height, "Willie will get in trouble. If my boy's pull you out, his old man doesn't ever have to know." "Let him do it, Tad," Willie whispered in Tad's ear as he drew his keys from the pocket of his gray flannel slacks. "I don't want my Daddy to know." Why don't you give your keys to Piston?" the big biker addressed Willie as he pointed to a burly blond biker who was lounging next to the jukebox by the door. "Him and Reb can get your car out and bring it here. Piston was joined at the jukebox by a small dark biker wearing a dog collar, who sidled up remarkably close to his big blond buddy. Reb laid his head against Piston's broad chest as the burly biker put a beefy arm around the younger man's waist. Embraced together they sauntered over to the bar, where Piston held out his free hand for Willie's keys. With a look of fright mingled with disgust, Willie shied away from the embracing bikers, as he held out the keys in his trembling hand. "We better go with them, sir," Tad suggested as he stayed Willie's hand, "so Willie can drive." "Reb can drive," the big biker said as he stepped closer to Tad, "You boys can have a drink with us while you wait for them to bring your car." "No, thank you, sir, we'd better go," Tad refused the unkind offer and taking a step backwards from the towering bulk of the big biker bumped into Willie who was pushed back against Piston's hard shoulder. "Give me the keys, punk," Piston growled as he reached over Willie's shoulder and snatched the keys from his hand. "Take a fucking seat," Reb snarled as he shoved Willie away from Piston and towards the nearest table, "Piston's taken." "Wait a minute!" Tad protested as he reached out to draw Willie back. "You too," the big biker barked as he shoved Tad in the same direction as his friend, "get your ass over there." Tad and Willie were too stunned and frightened to resist. They stumbled over to a dirty table and sat down. The big biker followed the boys and sat down between them as Reb and Piston left by the tavern door. The rest of the bikers quickly gathered around the table like vulture's surrounding a pair of dying animals in preparation for a feast. "What'll you boys drink," the big biker asked. "Nothing, thank you, sir," Tad replied in a subdued tone. Willie could only look nervous and shake his head. "You two boys think your too good to drink with us?" the big biker snarled as the gang pressed around the table and murmured ominously. "No, no, Sir," Tad protested as he smiled weakly in an attempt to mollify the gang, "we're under age. We can't have a drink." "You're eighteen," the big biker turned friendly and smiled but not with his eyes only with his yellow teeth, "you're old enough to drink if you're old enough to fuck." The men around the table laughed and nudged each other at this remark. "Fucking, right," one said. "Give the boys a drink," another crowed, "they're plenty old enough to fuck." The gang laughed again. "Beer for my new boys, Sam," the big biker called to the bartender. "Shit, Wolf," the bartender complained, "I'll lose my fucking license." "Lock the fucking door," Wolf, the big biker commanded, "We'll make this a fucking private party." "Fucking ace!" the gang cheered. One of the gang peeled off from the crowd around the table and snapped the lock closed on the front door, while Sam waddled out from around the bar with two pitchers of beer, which he set before the boys. "Drink up," Wolf commanded the two teenagers. Tad and Willie looked at the foaming pitchers with dismay. Neither one had ever done more that have a sip of his dad's beer. "Drink the fucking shit up," Wolf was back to snarling and showing his yellow teeth. Tad took the handle of the pitcher that was set before him and lifted the jug to his lips. He took a small sip from the frothy contents before putting the pitcher down. Willie sat so frozen with fear that he was unable to speak or move or drink. "These fuckers don't know how to drink," a fat biker behind Tad roared as he grabbed Tad's pitcher and took a healthy swig before passing it into the crowd. The other pitcher too was taken and the gang around the table quickly drained them both before returning them refilled to the boys. "Now drink up, boys," Wolf commanded. Tad picked up his refilled pitcher to take a little sip but as his lips touched the rim, Wolf put his hand on the bottom of the pitcher and held the jug up to Tad's mouth. Tad took several deep gulps as Wolf tipped the pitcher up and forced more of the contents to Tad's lips. Tad could not swallow the cold brew fast enough to keep his mouth from overflowing. Beer ran down his chin and dripped upon the front of his red and white striped button down shirt. Willie tried to reach out for his pitcher but could not bring himself to touch it. A helpful biker grabbed Willie by his red hair and pulled his head back, while an equally helpful friend poured the contents of the pitcher into Willie's gaping mouth. The boy coughed and choked and spluttered and spewed beer upon the gang. "Fucking asshole, you were told to drink that shit," the helpful biker roared as he pulled Willie by his hair from his seat. Tad immediately leapt to his feet to defend his friend and was immediately forced to sit back down by the burly bikers standing behind him. "Sit down, mother fucker. Leave Crank alone," Wolf snapped as he put his dirty hand on Tad's shoulder, "he's just gonna teach your fucking friend a lesson in good manners." Crank, the helpful biker, swung Willie around by his hair and dragged the boy away from the table to the center of the floor. "Ow! Ow! My hair," Willie cried as tears filled his eyes and he tried to keep his feet. "Shut up you fucking cry baby or I'll give you some shit to cry about" Crank shouted as he released Willie's hair to slap the boy across his tear streaked freckled cheek. The force of the blow sent Willie reeling. He fell against a vacant table and sprawled across its top. He lay on its dirty surface in a huddled mass trembling like a wounded rabbit before a beast of prey. He lifted his disheveled head and fearfully looked back at Crank. From his seat across the room, Tad could see blood trickling from the corner of Willie's mouth and the red bloom of Crank's hand print upon his pale cheek. "Leave him alone," Tad protested as he felt rough hands hold him down before he could start to rise. "You better forget about your fucking boyfriend, he's Crank's now." Wolf leered at Tad as he spoke, "You just worry about who your fucking boyfriend's going to be." Crank took Willie's wrist and drew him from the table to his feet. Willie leaned back against the table edge to support himself while he put one hand to his red cheek and tried to stifle his sobs. "Take off your shirt off, cry baby," Crank demanded. "Show your Daddy what you've got." Willie leaned further back against the table to draw himself as far away from Crank as he could. He snuffled as he tentatively put a hand to the button-down collar of his cotton shirt. For a few moments, he fumbled with the button without opening it, then he dropped his hand to his side and hung his head. "You fucking son of a bitch, I told you to take your shirt off," Crank barked. "Do it or I'll do it for you. Take it of, fucker. Do it! Now!" Willie flinched at the sharpness of Crank's barked command but otherwise he did not move. Faster than a mongoose strikes a cobra, Crank leapt forward and with both hands tore open the front of Willie's white cotton shirt. The fat biker's powerful hands quickly tore the shirt apart and stripped the tattered rags from Willie's body. The boy did not have time to react before Crank struck again with both hands to tear the stunned teenager's fresh white tee shirt from his arms and chest. Willie was too timid to put up a fight, but with instinctive modesty he crossed his arms over his nearly hairless, neatly freckled chest. Willie was a varsity swimmer and had a swimmer's body with lean hard muscles stretched tightly over a slight frame. Except for his head which was covered by a short crop of flaming red hair which had been disheveled by Crank's rough hand, he kept his body hairless by shaving everyday to increase his speed in the water so he said. Like most natural red heads, his skin was fair and freckled and he turned a bright pink all over when he blushed. He was in no danger of blushing as he stood with his arms covering his bare chest and the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Let's see them pretty titties, boy," Crank said as he reached for the Willie's wrists. "Don't! Please, don't touch me!" Willie screamed and started to cry. "Shut the fuck up, cry baby, I don't want to hear no caterwauling," Crank snapped as he backhanded Willie across the mouth. Willie's head snapped to one side as his body twisted and collapsed in a slow spiral to the dirty barroom floor. "Stop him, please, Wolf," Tad begged the big biker to save his friend. "Shut up, cocksucker, just watch the fucking show," was Wolf's only reply. Tad looked all around him and saw that all eyes in the biker gang were focused on the lurid scene before them. Willie lay upon the floor stripped naked to the waist. His boyish face was bruised on both cheeks and he was bleeding from a cut in each corner of his mouth. Over him stood a brawny biker with his fat belly hanging over the top of his worn jeans. His greasy hair was dark and shaggy, his scarred face was unshaven and his eyes burned brightly with lust. As he looked at Willie's exposed chest and the boy's tiny pink nipples, he licked the saliva from his cruel lips. "On your knees, cocksucker," Crank commanded as he pulled Willie up and forced the boy onto his knees. Crank stood before the boy with his sturdy legs spread and his wide hips thrust forward. With one hand Crank unzipped his grease stained jeans and pulled out his short fat prick from his open fly. His other hand he placed behind Willie's head. "Open up, cocksucker," Crank said as his pulled his dick and pointed it at Willie's trembling lips, "wrap your lips around this and get it hard." Willie's eyes grew wide and his face screwed up in disgust. He had never been so close to another man's dick. With quick furtive glances, he had surveyed from a distance the other boys in his gym class showering which was just to check their size against his own. He had never been so close that he could see the veins and blemishes on the dick shaft or smell the stench of an unwashed crotch or feel the heat roiling from an open fly. Willie licked his lips not in anticipation of the unsavory meal offered to him but in the hopes that he would stop himself from puking on the spot. "I said to wrap your lips around my meat, cocksucker," Crank snarled as he shook Willie by the hair on his head. "Do it now!"

I learned my lesson about engaging in fantasy play with someone you don't really know. Boy did I learn it-- the hard way! Lke most slutty bottoms, I always had a rape fantasy. The details often varied but it always involved me not really seeing the guy's face ever and being "force fucked." Well, I started chatting with a Dom Top on gay.com (back in the day) and confessed this fantasy in one of our conversations. "I can make this happen," he told me. Instantly I boned up, but was also very nervous. I was still a semi-novice bottom at this point and not the full-fledged cum whore I am today. After much more conversation, he convinced me to come over that Saturday evening. I showed up at the door at the appointed time, even 'though I strongly debated chickening-out. Of course. Now I sorta wish I had, but hindsight is always 20/20. I knocked and heard him say "Come in." The motel room was dark, except for the glow of the ember on his cigarette. "You know what to do." I did know because we discussed how things would begin. I was to strip down to my underwear, and put on the hood that would be waiting on the bed. This way I wouldn't see any faces. I did as I was told and sat on the bare mattress. "Good. Now, are you sure you want to be raped tonight boy?" he asked. "I think so, sir." "I'll take the boner in your underwear as a 'yes'. Okay, so this is going to be intense so I'm giving you a "safe word" to use if you feel things are too much beyond what you can handle. The word is 'firetruck'. Got it?" "Yes sir. Firetruck." "Good boy. Now we're going to begin. Roll over on your stomach and lay on the bed." I did as I was told and waited. I heard him rummaging around in a bag and then come back to the bed. I then felt him start to fasten leather cuffs to my wrists. "Um... What's happening? I don't remember any talk about bondage," I asked. "You want a rape scene, boy. For that you need to be restrained. Feeling helpless. Otherwise it's just another fuck." His explanation sounded logical so I went with it. The next thing I knew he was clipping my wrists to restraints at either side of the top of the mattress. He similarly bound my ankles, so after about five minutes I found myself hooded and tied spread eagle on a bare motel mattress. Then he made a call. "Yeah, the stupid fucker actually showed up... Yup, he's all tied up 'n' ready for it. Oh, you're gonna like it. Sweet bubble butt to plow. Oh yeah, bring him too, but he has to go last. I don't want him wrecking that cunt too much before I get in there. Okay. See you soon." Then he hung-up. The room was silent. "Um... We didn't talk about their being others involved either," I said, feeling a bit of panic start to creep up inside. "If you're gonna get raped, might as well be gang raped" he nonchalantly remarked. More silence. My anxiety slowly built-up. All I could hear were the slow drags off of his cigarette and then the noisy exhalation of the smoke. Then he got up and went to the bathroom sink and filled a glass. He came back to the bed and put the glass to my lips. "Here, drink this. You're gonna need it." "What is it?" I asked nervously. "Just water... With a little GHB to relax you." "Firetruck! I don't want to do any drugs." "Suit yourself, but when the boys get here, you are really gonna wish you had listened to me. Besides, I'm not trying to knock you out. What would be the fun in raping you then? It's just enough so you can pretend that you had no control over taking three cocks in your ass." I thought about it a bit-- in for a penny, right? So I tipped my head back and opened my mouth. He fed me the water and I lay my head back down on the mattress. It wasn't long before I could feel the effect of the drug - I felt foggy and lethargic. It was also about that time I heard a car pull up outside. Before I knew it, all three men were in the room. I heard a couple beers crack open. They surrounded the bed and one of them smacked my ass. Hard. "HooWee! You weren't kiddin' about this boy's ass!" Who ever he was, he sounded like a redneck. "Can't wait to fuck it!" "Well, you can have first dibs, cuz you know I like sloppy seconds," said the top who had set-up everything. The third man in a very deep and sinister voice said, "I'm so gonna tear this boy up." He sounded like he might be black. "By the way," the first man said, "His safe word is 'firetruck'." and they all started laughing. Then I heard clothes start to hit the floor. The bed moved under me as I felt someone climb on. My rape scene was going to start very soon and I already felt like things were out of control, but the GHB had done the trick and I felt helpless to resist. The second guy remarked "Fuck I can't wait to bust my nut in this boy hole" and with that he spit violently on my asscrack a couple times, pushing one of his rough fingers into me, working some of the spit inside. He spat a couple more times on my crack, and I felt his cock humping my crack and getting spit slicked, and then positioned his cock head position at my hole. I still had enough of my faculties to mumble out, "Wait...what about a condom?" The cock at my hole paused, and the guy who arranged the rape scene leaned close by my ear. "Now, what kind of a rape would it be if we bothered with condoms?" "You guy's neg?" I asked, on the verge of freaking out. "Don't worry. John here is negative and needs to stay that way for his wife n kids. Now shut the fuck up!" With that John brutally shoved inside my hole. Even drugged up, it hurt. I was only getting fucked with a bit of spit for lube, and John wasn't small. My asshole was burning and he was just jack rabbiting away like a typical married guy. "Fuck yeah, this bitch is TIGHT!" John exclaimed with a hard slap on my ass. "And he ain't gonna get all knocked up like my stupid cunt wife!" "Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that," said the deep sinister voice. All the men in the room laughed at that, and John said, "Oh yeah, I forgot you tend to knock bitches up, Big John." "Firetruck," I mumbled. John kept on fucking me. I said "Firetruck" a bit louder this time and this brought a fresh round of laughter. "I think this cunt just asked for my load, huh guys?" John said. And suddenly he was grunting loudly and I knew he was cumming up my ass. He finished quickly and then pulled himself out of my hole. "Damn that was fine! Now bitch needs to clean my dick for me." I felt him switch around the bed to be beside my head. I kept my mouth closed tightly, but then was slapped hard across the face, stunning me. "You do as your told, boy!" the lead guy said. "And if you even THINK about trying to bite his cock, we will beat you so bad you will wish you'd never been born." I nodded, and with my cheek on fire I opened my mouth and accepted John's cock so I could suck him clean. While sucking, I felt another guy assume the position behind me. John pulled out of my mouth, and before the next cock assault could begin I said, "Firetruck!" From behind me, the lead guy said, "By now you must realize that that isn't gonna work." "But you said....." The leader laughed. "You stupid faggot! That was just so that you wouldn't put up much of a fight! What the fuck fun would it be to rape boy ass if the boy got to stop the scene? No, you wanted a rape fantasy. We're giving you rape reality." I remember thats when I started crying, which didn't deter the scene in the least as the second guy unceremoniously started fucking me. His cock was bigger than the first, but at least there was some slick wetness in my ass from John. He didn't fuck as harshly either. He lay his full weight on top of me while he slowly worked in and out of my ass. I could smell his cigarette breath as he grunted with each thrust. I started to beg him to just hurry up and finish but he just laughed. "Oh no, boy. I like to take my time. I want you to remember this fuck-- my weight on top of you. How my uncut cock feels sliding in and out of your hole. And how it feels when I dump my swimmers inside you." It felt like he fucked me for a long time, but eventually he said, "You ready for my load, boy? And just so you know, I ain't never been AIDS tested. But I mostly fuck stupid neg cunts like you so you probably ain't got nothin' to worry about." "Firetruck," I whispered. And with that I felt his cock throb inside me and knew his load was now mixing with John's. He lay on top of me for a couple minutes more, and then let his dick slide out of me slowly. "You're turn, Big John," he said. "Now clean my dick, cocksucker!". I did as I was told while feeling Big John get up behind me. "I'm gonna be nice to your pretty faggot ass and use some lube. Feels better for my dick anyhow." With that I could hear him slathering lube on his cock. He positioned himself at my hole and slowly worked his big cock head inside me. Initially I thought Big John might be a gentle fuck, but then he violently shoved all the way into my ass. I screamed in pain. Even with the lube and the drugs, it felt as if I was being sodomized by a baseball bat. I was gasping for breath, my guts and ass wracked with pain, but Big John didn't move an inch, he just kept me pinned to the mattress. Then I felt his lips by my ear. "I just want you to know, that while these other dudes are probably neg, I'm not," he whispered. "I popped Poz in prison a few years back. Yeah, a bitch I was seeing accused me of rape, even though she had been beggin' for this big dick - 'til I gave it to her too hard. Cunt had me thrown in the pen. Guess I tore up the wrong holes while inside. So now that I'm out, and already done the time, I figure I should actually do the crime." I started full-on bawling at this point, because I knew there was no way to stop what was about to happen. Big John started raping my hole, and I have never prayed so hard for unconsciousness in my life. He fucked hard an with his entire cock-- pulling all the way out and shoving all the way back in. And he was so massive that each thrust felt like he was punching through my intestines with a broom handle. My tears were soaking the mattress as snot ran out my nose and down my face, but he just kept fucking while John #1 shouted encouragement. I honestly have no idea how long it lasted, and after awhile I actually just became sort of numb to it and it was like I wasn't even in my body any more. Finally Big John said, "Aww shit, I'm gettin close!" and John #1 said, "Fuck yeah! Breed this stupid faggot's ass!" "Yeah faggot! Take my toxic DNA!" With that Big John blew his Poz fuck juice into my guts, mixing his load with the other two in me. I doubt he ever heard me say "firetruck." "So fuckin hot! I'm gonna shoot another load on this cunt just watching" said John, whereupon I felt warm jets of spunk hit my face and neck. Big John stayed inside me for a long time. Then he announced, "I gotta piss. Think I'm gonna use this faggot ass as my piss bucket." With that he proceeded to release a strong stream urine up my guts. I was completely numb when he finally got done defiling me and pulled out. I vaguely remember being fed another glass of water-- which was evidently again drugged. Within minutes I blissfully lost consciousness. When I awoke, it was nearly dawn. I was alone in the room, restraints and hood gone, naked on a bare, now piss/jizz/blood stained motel mattress with a splitting headache and a raw asshole. All my stuff was exactly where I had left it. I dressed and gingerly made my way to my car and back home. I looked online for my rapist, but his profile had already been deleted. I cried some more- mostly over my stupidity. I asked to be raped, and got exactly what I asked for - and it definitely wasn't fantasy material. And then all I could do was wait to see if I ended-up 'pregnant'.

Let me start by saying that this isn't fiction but a true story! About 6 months ago i was on my profile page just looking around, when a message came in from a very cute looking 18y/o twink. He wrote that he was looking for someone experienced to finally fuck him. He told me that at earlier dates with guys his own age it they stopt trying after a few attempts, I explained to him how i would have opened his ass. His excitement grew more and more the longer we talked. after a few hours he asked me if he could come by. I said 'Yes', but explained him that i like to play on chems and that i play bare. It became very quiet at the other side, but after nearly a minute he said 'No problem'. i was glad because i already had a date planned with a 21 y/o kinky twink that wanted to try fisting, but he never showed up and his phone was switched off. Within 20 minutes the young twink arrived and i open the door in gear with my hard cock sticking out. He looked surprised maybe a little anxious, but i saw that he made up his mind. He gathered his courage and came inside. 'Clothes off!' i ordered. He replied with 'can't we talk first'. 'Yes, but only when we are on the same level... i'm nude so...' i said. He started to take off his clothes. A very hot body emerged and looking at his semi-hard dick i had to conclude that his was a bit bigger than mine. We started talking but after a while i noticed that his left eye wandered off. He tried watching the porn that i put on just before he arrived. I could see the immediate effect because his dick started growing. i ask if he knew how big it was but he answer that he never measured it. 'i be write back with a tape-measurer and something to drink for us both' i said. When i came back i asked if i could measure his dick, he nodded. He came less than halve a centimeter short to reach 23cm (about 9 inches). We can have lots off fun with that monster i laughed. He picked up his glass to drink. So i gave him 2 pills; one ecstasy-pill and an erection-pill. 'I don't want to do chems' he told me. I said to him that i was very disappointed because i explicitly told him. 'I know, but i'm scared' he answered. He continued: 'Swallowing pills, mixing chems with your drink or putting a needle in your arm. It just makes me freeze up. If i didn't know i was taking or getting then it would love to do it, but there's no way i wouldn't know'. I nodded and told him it was okay, but in my mind i already had a plan to get him high without noticing the administering. He leaned and kissed me and then he went lower and start sucking my cock. i pushed his head down and rammed my cock deeper, he started to choke. He came up for air, ao i give him a few tips to counter the gag reflex. A few extra breathes and he want down again. With every time i pushed my cock deep in hist throat he became more relaxed and i could feel his throat accepting the brutal skull fucking. His cock was rock hard so i pushed him on his back and started licking his cock. When his dick was dripping with my spit and his precum i grab his cock and with one move i let myself slide upon his dick. He asked if i had used a condom. 'What do you feel?' i answered. 'Just close your eyes and compare this feeling to all the times you fucked with a condom. Feel the wetness, feel the heat. Flesh stroking flesh'. He closed his eyes and i saw his face change. He was loving it and he started to moan. After a while he opened his eyes and pushed me off him. He grabbed my legs put them on his shoulder. He rammed his dick in my ass an started drilling my ass. The full length disappeared with every thrust in my ass. He pounded me for at least 15 minutes none-stop. Sweat was running from his face. I was flying high on the way he was ravaging my asshole. OMG where did this kid learn this?! 'i'm close, i'm summing' he said. He tried to pull out but i grab his hips and pulled them in close. 'I want you to flood my ass with your cum' i moaned. He didn't have time to respond because at that moment his dick shot thick warm streams of jizz deep in my ass. I could feel how his seed was flowing inside of me, filling me. We stayed locked for a while then he pulled his cock out and saw his seed oozing out my ass. 'I have never came like this before. i have the idea that i'm completely drained' he said with a big smile. 'Do you want a short break before i fuck and breed your ass?'. He nodded first and then he started to stutter 'you may fuck me without, but you have to promise that you take it out before you come'. He was relieved when I told him that i wouldn't do anything he didn't want me to do. But I knew that it wouldn't be long before he is begging me to shoot my hot load deep in his ass and knowing that my 'special' dna is merging with his. [To be continued]

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.

The Stables (Part 1) Gregory was a shy boy. At the age of 18 he was still living with his parents and they didn’t know Greg was gay. His dad tried several things to get his son into girls, once even hiring a whore to introduce his son to sex. While Greg was terrified, the prostitute, Mandy, was a nice lady, and, although she tried to stir his interest, she may very well have sensed his sexual preference that Greg was unable to perform. Or perhaps she was just glad, seeing that she had been paid and hadn't had to actually satisfy another John. Who knows? Perhaps she saw it as simply easy money. In any event when the time was up and she and Greg met Greg's father who was waiting in the 'salon' for his son, Mandy made a show of kissing Gregory on his mouth and giving his crotch a grope, thanking him for the hot ride. Greg’s dad was more than proud and for the moment was relaxed as it had crossed his mind that Greg might be a faggot. After all, while Greg had plenty of female friends, he had never had a girlfriend, and certainly (prior to Mandy), had apparently never messed around with a woman. No, he was a shy and sensitive boy and even at 18 was more into music and the arts than playing football or basketball. Although unspoken, Greg's father's greatest fear was that his son would turn into a dick-taking faggot. But after the session with Mandy, Greg's father was fairly sure everything would turn out all right: his son fucked a whore and he would soon find another hole into which to unload. Everything was running slowly but on the right course. Little did Greg's father know that Gregory had his own suspicions. Greg remembered experienced as early as the age of six when in swim class, he saw this other boy whose name was Alec. Gregory didn't, of course, have the vocabulary to put a name to it, but he always got excited when Alec accidentally brushed up against him when the two were standing in line waiting to jump from the one-meter board. Beyond and incidental physical contact nothing happened between Gregory and Alec, but a couple of years later, when Greg was around ten, he recognized the sensation when he found himself fascinated by Mickey, another ten year old in the same class. While Greg was perfectly happy to stare at Mickey, giving unconscious smiles, Mickey caught-on, and was none to keen for Greg's attentions, so Mickey purposefully and angrily shoved Gregory away, once even giving him a punch in the face. Although the punch was unexpected and quite painful, Greg nevertheless enjoyed being on the receiving end of Mickey's attention, even if there was a substantial degree of hostility. A few years later, now 14, Greg truly had a crush on Mr. Wilson, his English teacher. Mr. Wilson might have been in his late 20s, but he generally wore hot, tight jeans, and, as Mr. Wilson moved about the class room, Greg couldn’t stop but staring at Mr. Wilson's bulge. Of course Greg's obsession wouldn't end-up going anywhere: Mr. Wilson was married and had a baby daughter. He never even registered Greg's interest, but no matter: Greg utterly idolized his teacher. About this time rumors began circulating suggesting Gregory was a fag. His mates in class recognized the difference - when they associated erections with girls, Greg seemed to get an erection when Mr. Wilson passed down the corridor. Greg's schoolmates took their suspicions out on Greg, slapping him around, ostracizing him, and occasionally dumping him into the school dumpster. Naturally Greg wanted less and less to do with his schooling, and eventually dropped out early, getting a job at a gas station. The job didn't, of course, pay all that much, but Greg earned a couple to keep his car running. His parents didn’t ask him to contribute to rent or food, although his Dad urged Greg to join the Army, believing this would make him a ‘real’ man. Greg was quite innocent. He had never seen a gay porn and likewise had never heard about the dangers of unsafe sex. He thought of rubbers served solely to prevent pregnancies. He had, however, overheard some conversations about club a couple of counties away, some sort of bath house, where guys gathered for sexual encounters - with other guys. Although Greg didn't know quite what to expect, he decided to make a visit to the bath house on his next day off. The day arrived and Greg made the trip. It was a two hour drive, but Greg didn't begrudge the mileage, reasoning the distance reduced the likelihood he would encounter anyone from his home town. He wore his best clothing: a white shirt, with some expensive pair of jeans which he thought framed his ass perfectly. He even bought new sneakers just for this event - not realizing he would take all this clothing off within a few minutes of having entered the bar. Finally arriving at the town where the club was located, and having even located the club, he drove into the parking lot but couldn't find any vacancies, so he drove through the town looking for parking. The search was a bit harder than he expected, so when he eventually found a legal parking spot, he parked, climbed-out of the car, only to discover he had lost his bearings, so he approached a small group of guys standing at the corner and asked for directions to 'The Stable'. The guys glared at Greg, giving the unspoken message "Get lost, faggot." Anxiously Greg stepped back to the pavement and tried to get mixed with the crowd. He felt so stupid. He left his hometown thinking in a big town as this one, people would be differently, but the thugs reactions were more than just hostile. In fact Greg realized the thugs were following him. Naturally Greg was in panic. What if he wouldn’t find a safe place? What if he wouldn’t reach his car? What if they beat him up or kill him for being gay? What if their parents found out the reason for his death…. and while those ideas were spinning in his head ‘The Stables’ appeared before him. He couldn’t believe his luck. He hurriedly entered the premises. As he stepped through the door he glanced back and saw the guys disappearing into the crowd. Their victim had escaped. “Well, well…. aren’t we excited….. you are quite heavy breathing…. are you a mare, or a stallion?” the cashier asked. “I…. I am…. what?” Greg asked. “Oh dear…. your first time?” the employee asked. Greg simply nodded. The guy behind the counter inspected Greg, recognizing by Greg's walk, but his discrete glances, by his delicate mouth, that Greg would be on the receiving end that night. "Well, if you want to get fucked, then you are a mare…. if you fuck, then you are a stallion. It is not so difficult. We got this pink bracelet for mares…. and the blue bracelet is for studs,” the guy explained. Greg caught-on, and both he and the clerk simultaneously said the word 'Mare'. Paying the entrance fee and now wearing the pink bracelet, which was sealed along around his wrist, the clerk giggled as he explained “Without this wrist band the party will be over for you. So no switching. You are a mare!” The clerk gave Greg a key to a locker and a pink towel, as well as directions to the locker room where, the clerk instructed, Greg should strip and then move to the party in the basement. With a final “Enjoy the party,” the clerk got busy folding towels. As he walked down the staircase into the basement Greg's heart was almost jumping out of his throat. Arriving in the basement Greg found the space was quite dark, although he could see several corridors in which, he surmised, he stood a good chance of finally getting fucked. He also found a bar. "First timer?” the bartender asked. “Is it so obvious?” Greg answered shyly. “It won’t be in the darkroom…..” the bartender laughed. “Darkroom,” Greg repeated the word. The bartender watched at him, as if Greg just stepped out of a spaceship. “Yeah…. Darkroom. A dark room, where you can empty the dicks with your mouth or your ass….. are you for real?” he asked. “Sorry mate, but this is my first time ever in a big town. I have never ever seen a place like this. This is amazing. I can get filled up here,” Greg’s remarked, his eyes glittering with excitement. “Filled up….” the bartender repeated the words. This kid had no idea. Removing the bowl of condoms was on the counter the bartender recommended “You should not start with the darkroom. Were I you, I would start with the glory holes where you can concentrate on one or two cocks at a moment.” “Glory hole….” Greg said with awe in his voice. "What’s that?” The bartender looked around as if he was searching for the candid camera. He told him to sit and take a drink, he would explain it to him in a second, but before he paused to speak with Greg, the bartender stepped aside and spoke with the barback saying "We have some fresh meat, here. Go find the poz stud and let him know a negative mare is waiting for her fillings." The barback delivered the astonishing message, and promptly several blokes were checking the undamaged merchandise. Greg didn’t know which way to look, but he still wore his pink towel about his hips. The mass of blue bracelets made it clear the room was full of stallions. “Are you still willing to let dicks poz up your mare ass?" the bartender asked. “I 've never had a dick up there. Will it hurt bad…. ? Gregory replied in a whisper. “I will help you with that. Get this towel off then sit down again," the bartender advised, adding "Just slip a little bit back on your stool, so your ass is accessible.” One Greg was in position the bartender announced to the room that he would prep this new recruit for his deflowering, making it crystal clear he would lube this virgin ass for his first of many poz rides. With that he squatted behind the stool. his tongue delicately licking Greg's exquisite cleft. Greg thought he had died and gone to heaven. The bartender was lapping over his opening and pulled his ass cheeks further apart. He pressed his tongue inside this virgin’s ass and tongue-fucked him so hard. He smelt the overwhelming scent and sucked out the innocence of this first-timer. He loved the way the sweet ass tasted, and started use some lube on the twink. He turned back to the other studs and showed them his two sharpened fingernails, which would be quite helpful for the upcoming task. While lubing the guy up he started scratching the intestinal walls. The nice feeling Greg had felt gave way to the pain, while the man behind him tried to scrape and claw the intestinal walls for only one reason. Instead of telling Greg the truth, he explained it would hurt, because it is the first time he was prepared for some serious poz fucking. “Man, I can’t wait to get all your poz dicks up my ass,” Greg announced proudly. "You could use rubbers, of course," a voice called out. You could hear a pin dropping to the ground while the guy who had suggested using a rubber was immediately hustled out into another room. Fortunately Greg was oblivious to the commotion behind his back as he was struggling to endure the pain associated with the bartender's preparations. “I am your mare, but I won’t get pregnant, that’s for sure” Greg shouted out. "The boy's got it damn right," someone groaned. "Yeah, well, he's still gonna get our babies," another man added. A third suggested "Fuck the little brat. Pump him up with premium poz seed." Getting to his feet the bartender explained to Greg "I'm going to help you in the stall. You should concentrate on relaxing your hole so you enjoy getting pozzed," as he gave Greg some additional finger-action. After a couple of minutes of vigorous action he withdrew his fingers, showing his bloody digits to the othr stallions. The boy was already a mess. Then it all happened quite fast. While the barback led Greg into a stall, the stallions crowded into the adjoining stall, all intent of watching Greg take it up the ass. Greg, of course, was extremely excited, and noticed a television screen which showed a gay porn movie. For the first time Greg saw guys actually fuck each other in the ass. The barback, meanwhile, pointed to a hole in the wall of the stall through which the first hard dick was protruding. A thick and long dick which was ready to plumb the cunt into which it was ready to dump its toxic gift. “But I won’t see them this way,” Greg complained. “Believe me honey, most times you don’t want to see them in broad daylight. Besides, the anonymity is a big part of the fun. This way you concentrate on your work, which is draining dicks. It doesn’t matter how cool the guy in the other stall is, you just have to squeeze his dick with your cunt and accept his load. Then the next will deposit his load and so one and so on. This is your job!” the barback explained, adding “If you need more lube tell me. It doesn’t help anyone if you tolerate the pain for only one or two dicks. Your job is to empty the balls of every guy who wants to fuck you, no matter the pain. As a mare you are advised to accept and receive. And it's my job to lube you up whenever you need it. The guys have to wait then until you are ready to get your next poz load. That is all that matters." Gregory nodded, and presented his ass-cunt towards the dick protruding through the hole. The barback helpfully assisted the fuck stick to find its way home into the mare, as slowly, very slowly, Greg received one inch after another, even if he moaned in genuine discomfort. “Oh man…. this fucker is tight…. I can’t….. oh fucking god….. sweet jesus…. I think he pinches my dick off…..” the stallion panted loudly. “Baby….. push a little back. Try to relax and let this guy enter you completely,” the barback recommended, applying a bit more lube on the invading dick. Only half of the nine inches had entered the young one's body, but the barback could readily see the bloody streaks. He had done a great job and was proud of himself. While thinking of that, he decided he would help Gregory a bit more and so he squat in front of the twink and pushed against his hips and finally more inches entered the abused hole. Greg couldn’t help but to express his pain and groaned loudly. On the other side of the wall several guys cheering and even the bartender praised the good job Greg had demonstrated. Greg, of course, believed every word he was told.

Amazing time on Wednesday. Stopped as I entered the darkroom, to get my bearings, and was instantly entered from the rear. He came, then withdrew, and another entered me. I could now make out the outlines of others lying on the benches surrounding the room, and declined a third. I moved to the back of the room, leant on the bench, and was repeatedly fucked. After a couple of hours I was exhausted,full of cum and booked into the local hotel to recover! I'll be going again soon. Open Sat, Sun, Mon and Wed only, 12 pm - 6pm, though it's empty by 3pm. Great for more mature guys - guys in their 60s and 70s, with massive hard-ons, wandering around, fucking anybody who doesn't move!

Anyone up for slamming and raping? Manchester Area

Bred my first ass today. He sat on it with nothing but spit for lube and begged for my load. I lasted an hour before I filled his hole. It was a game-changer. Mind = blown.

Had a repeat session with a cute, young BBC top I met off Adam. He only fucks with condom, but tonight the condom broke. Not a small break either. After he shot his load, he pulled out and the condom was completely wrapped around the base of his cock with nothing on the shaft. He didn't say anything, and I pulled it off him. Not sure when it broke or if he 'noticed' or not but he shot a huge fucking load in my hole.

Wanna be there watching you take Chris's hard bare POZ cock up your ass, hearing you begging him for his thick Toxic cum to fill you up and make you his POZ boy

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!!!

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.

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.

I think many guys like the idea of being forced to take loads but pretty sure most of us crave cum so much that we will take any load we can get.

As SuccessfulChaser said, STIs come with raw fucking. There is no way to avoid them. You can fuck 1 guy and catch something or you can take 20 loads and get nothing. There is no rhyme or reason to it. There are things you can do to minimize your risk. For one, don't get on an assembly line with other bottoms (e.g. sex parties) where tops are going from hole to hole. That is just asking for trouble - especially if the top is not wiping his dick off. Make sure you are well lubed and take it slow with the hung tops. A roughed up, wrecked bloody hole is a sponge for the nasties. If you do find out you got something, tell your bf and go get treated at the same time. Otherwise, you are just passing infections back and forth to each other. Thanks for starting the thread. Too many guys are focused on getting laid, but bareback sex requires having a health strategy. PrEP is just protecting you from one of the big 5 (i.e. HIV). You are still at risk for syphilis, gonorrhoea, chlamydia and Hepatitis C. Most people don't get checked for Hep C as part of their routine panels. But chances are if you engage in any type of group sex or rough sex, you are at high risk. That one can't be cleared up with a shot. It's 12 weeks of antivirals that cost tens of thousands of dollars (but prices are coming down.) Good luck man.

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.

Sounds like your cock is multi-talented! Let your cock keep doing the writing!

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.

great story so far, hope there is more to cum, love eager young guys

Go to the Pennine Sauna in Shaw on a Wednesday - lots of barebacking in the darkroom. Best times - 12 pm to 3 pm.

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.

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.

Just the original first part of the story..... it will continue though.... 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. I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny. I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young. A twink with no body hair at all. 18 years would be great, but not older than 21. It was around 6 pm and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head my way home, when I saw this blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a written sign up ‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there” the guy said politely. “Going north…. ?” he asked with a tired look. “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 me.” He answered, staying still at the passenger’s side. I got out of my car and told him he could hop in. I opened the trunk to stow his backpack in it. I watched him running to his property and felt 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 him. “Daniel – and yours? “My friends call me Scorpion” I grinned. He laughed and told me that liked that. “Nice to meet you Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride” he smiled openly at me and flashed his perfect set of teeth. “How long did you wait there, next to the street” I wanted to know. “Man, 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.” “I am thankful that you took me in, at least I am getting closer to my home now” he mentioned again. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel told me he was 18 years now. He just celebrated his 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 seatbelt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt. Again his jeans lowered so much, that his cheeks were truly visible. He reappeared from this hot position and handed me the water. “You’re thirsty too?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he took the other bottle from the back seat. I knew there was one left, since it was a bottle that was spiked with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon and my cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to mind, 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. He had drunk half of the bottle probably. 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 stopped the car. There was no other car in sight now. I grabbed the bottle out of the boys 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 cloth and started pressing and rubbing against Daniel’s crotch. While holding the cloth I was feeling the guys dick up very good. 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 told him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat I was just touching the boys crotch right now. The cloth went to the back seat and I 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 said and started the engine. I wanted to each the next possible abandoned place and since I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I’ve looked at my new toy and thought…. ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again...’

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

Here it is, finally...long, but I hope you all enjoy it. ____________________________________ Chapter 12) “Darr, open your eyes. Honey. Please…” I heard someone begging me in the distance. It was like struggling to reach the surface of the ocean from the bottom of the Mariana Trench, but I forced my eyes to open. Mike was holding me, and he looked intensely relieved. We were still in the Chapel of the Scorpion, or as I liked to think of it now, Daddy Scorpio’s Chamber of Horrors. I was sitting in Mike’s lap – he had swapped his loincloth for jeans and a t-shirt – and I was still wrapped in the black silk sheet. The rest of the frat was still there; Ike, Carlos and McCloskey were having a shouting match with the four professors, something about giving them back their clothes. I started coughing again. “Here, just sip,” Mike said, holding a bottle of water to my mouth. I swallowed some, and managed to get the cough under control. When I spoke, it came out as a hoarse croak. “Did we get the film?” He looked at me as if I was crazy. “Did we?” I asked more insistently. “Well, yeah, but…” “Good,” I said, and leaned against him. Then I started to shiver. “What is it sweetheart?” Mike said anxiously. “I’m cold,” I said trying to hide that I was terrified – I could have died. I held back the tears I could feel pricking my eyes. There was nothing to cry about, I told myself. I was fine, we had the film and everything would be okay. Didn’t matter. One sob escaped from between my lips, and that was it. The proverbial dam broke, and I wept onto Mike’s broad chest. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s okay, let it out. I hated watching you go through this, I’m so fucking sorry, it’s all my fault.” I pulled back, and put my hand over his mouth, shaking my head. “No,” I rasped. “Don’t say that.” He took my hand in his. “Why not? It’s the truth.” The tears were drying up rapidly now. “Excuse me, but you wanted me to go home. I said no,” I insisted, thumping my chest with my forefinger. “I decided to do this and you saved my life. So we’re even now.” “Even?” he said. “I saved you from that maniac, and now you’ve saved me from aforementioned maniac. That’s even as far as I’m concerned.” He opened his mouth again, and I said, “Quit arguing with me, you know I’m right.” He shook his head, took my face in my hands to wipe the last tears off my cheeks with his thumbs, and said “I think I liked it better when you were crying on my chest.” Then he grinned and kissed me. I leaned into him, and was treated to a chorus of aches and pains from all over my body. And I was still thirsty and realized I was hungry, too. No surprise. “I hate to break up this touching scene,” said a sneering voice, “but there’s the small matter of our clothing and that we’re being held here against our will.” I could see Mike grit his teeth, as he slowly turned to address the Dean of Students. “Shut the fuck up,” he barked at him. “You and your buddies are the last thing I’m concerned about right now.” “Watch your tone, young man. You’re walking on ice so thin you’ll need a life preserver soon. We wouldn’t want your scholarship to be rescinded and your parents informed of your unfortunate lifestyle choices, now would we?” he said with a smirk. “And you wouldn’t want to be exposed as a rapist, would you?” I shot back. “When it’s a little slut like you, who has already been used by multiple men on multiple occasions, you’ll find proving rape rather difficult.” I gasped, outraged. Carlos had joined us, and said “Don’t talk to him like that, or I will shut your mouth for you,” he growled. “You would do well to watch your step, too.” “No, you’d better watch yours,” said Aaron as he reentered the room with a laptop. Aiden was behind him, holding a mug that he brought to me that was filled with chicken noodle soup. I slurped it down hungrily. “Don’t push me, boy,” the Dean of Students snarled. “You’re a nanometer away from being expelled.” “First we’ve got a little film we’d like to show you,” said Mike. “Play it, Aaron.” Aaron set the laptop on the altar and clicked on an icon on its desktop. My screams tore through the room, a bit tinny on the rudimentary laptop speaker, but the picture was crystal clear: the Dean of Students ruthlessly pounding into my ass. His jaw dropped and the blood drained out of his face. He lunged in an attempt to grab the laptop, but Carlos stepped in front of him and stopped him cold in his tracks. “Slow down, man,” Carlos said with a smirk. “You think this is the only copy of the recording? You’re not touching that laptop, but even if you smashed it to bits it wouldn’t matter.” By now the other three honorary members of the frat had joined us, all with varying expressions of panicked disbelief on their faces. “This is illegal,” the Dean of Students blustered. “You can’t record people in this state without consent of all parties.” “I’m sure my dad can find a way around that,” I said confidently. “Your father?” the Dean of Students said sneeringly. “Some cheap ambulance chaser or small-town attorney, no doubt.” “Not quite,” I said as coolly as I could manage given that I wanted to smack him for dismissing my dad. “Ever hear of Kenneth Leibowitz?” The room went still. My father was on the Board of Trustees and a major donor to the University, sponsoring a scholarship fund, offering internships at his law firm and had his name on the newly-opened athletic facilities. “Nice try,” said the Head of Humanities, “did you pick that name off the new building? I imagine he’d send any child of his to a major ivy-league institution.” The Dean of Students looked ill, stormed over to where Daddy Scorpio was lying and began slapping his cheeks, finally rousing him. “You complete idiot,” he screamed. “Do you know who this boy is?” The entire room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Even my friends were staring at me wide-eyed, which was why I hadn’t mentioned my last name. It was bad enough I was in the middle of nowhere; I didn’t want to be known as Ken Leibowitz’ son and have to deal with all the nonsense that would follow. “Wha?” said Daddy Scorpio groggily. “He’s the only child of that shark Ken Leibowitz, and his mother is Miriam Sachs, the investigative reporter, who wrote columns about her struggle to conceive this boy, that were published as a memoir, My Angel, My Miracle.” I could feel my face warm with embarrassment. That damn book, I thought, yet another reason I didn’t want anyone to find out who I was at first. It was humiliating to have everyone know all the details of my conception and birth. “I’m scheduled to have lunch with Darren Leibowitz on Monday, he is who he says he is,” the Dean finished. He turned on Mike, “Why didn’t you bother to find out his surname, you moron!” “He asked, but I never answered,” I interjected. “Dad insisted I come here because if I didn’t it would look like he had no confidence in the school, but I didn’t want to scare off everybody or else have them sucking up to me so they could get an internship or money or whatever.” And I’d wanted Mike to be interested in me for me, not my parents and their connections. By now everyone was standing in a circle around us, looking slightly shocked. “So I’d say that’s it for your cushy academic jobs,” I said, taking pleasure in the increasing discomfort of Daddy Scorpio and his compatriots. “Yeah, but we still got a score to settle,” said Ike, stepping forward. “What do you mean?” said the head of the math department – Larry? “It’s time for you all to get a taste of your own medicine,” Ike snapped. I felt flash of alarm, and said “No, you can’t do that. Then any other legal action…” “Darr, they’re ruined already,” Mike said. “But that’s not good enough. We’ve all been used and abused by these motherfuckers for years before you got here. Watching them hurt you like they did…,” he stopped, unable to talk for a moment as his face twisted with rage and emotion, “while you begged them to stop sealed the deal. For me. For all of us.” “You can’t,” stuttered the head of the English and Humanities Department, backing away as the circle of the frat members tightened. “We’ll see that all of you are expelled before you can take us down. We’re still professors at this university,” he said, managing a faint echo of his earlier haughty demeanor. “I don’t see any professors here. All I see is five virgin pussies,” said Carlos, “four of them negative, and one of them straight.” And then all hell broke loose. Mike pushed me off his lap, gently, before leaping to his feet and yelling “Ave libidinem,” making it sound like a war cry, which was answered collectively by the rest of the fraternity “Fratres, in cupiditate,” and then a roar as they closed in. It seemed to have been planned this out – four each of the frat members took one of the faculty down. I watched as Mike, Carlos, Aiden and Aaron tackled the Coach as he struggled to get away. Ropes were produced; once all five were tied up, two spikes for each were hammered into the altar, and they were dragged, begging and pleading, then tied by their arms to the heavy metal spikes. A cushion was placed under each one’s hips. Once that was finished, everyone shed their clothes. Carlos stood to one side having dick and ass simultaneously licked by Aaron and Aiden. His cock looked to be rock-hard, but his jaw was clenched. He exuded pure anger; I could practically smell it. “We’ll go in order,” said Mike, “Dean of Students, then Chair of Math, Chair of Humanities, Chair of Science and finally Daddy Scorpio. Carlos, you go first. On all of them.” Carlos grinned savagely. “I’ll tear up those pussies and then everyone can take a turn. We’ll have the four negs knocked up good by the time we’re through.” The four professors moaned and pleaded. Daddy Scorpio lay unmoving, seemingly dazed. Carlos knelt over the Dean, who looked terrified, and pointed his huge dick at his face. “See what’s coming?” he said, laughing at his own pun. The other members of the fraternity laughed along with him raucously. “But first you’re going to lick my dick and balls then eat my ass,” he snarled. “And if you got any ideas about biting me, forget them. Or else. Start licking,” he ordered, and pushed his rigid dick against the Dean’s mouth. The Dean turned his head away. “Fine, having it your way,” Carlos said, and turned around, pushing his ass in the old man’s face who had turned his face away again, trying to escape the inevitable. “Ike, hold this guy’s head in place,” Carlos said. Ike got up on the altar, slapped the Dean across the face and then seated himself so that the Dean’s head was between his legs, squeezing his thighs to immobilize his head. His hard dick was pressed against the older man’s head. Carlos sat, and then settled himself on the immobilized head below him. “That’s it, concha, that’s right. Let me hear you sniffing in the scent of that ass. If you’d done as you were told, then you wouldn’t be in this position. Or better yet, if you hadn’t raped too many boys to count, turned a blind eye to the coach doing the same and hurt Darren,” he growled. “Now start kissing my ass.” Carlos groaned with pleasure, meaning his order had been obeyed. “That’s it, old man, kiss that ass or I’ll smother you,” Carlos threatened. “Now lick, let me feel that tongue in my crack. Keep licking till I say to stop,” Carlos demanded. After about five minutes, Carlos stood and said “I’m ready, load him up with a cum cube.” Aaron came with an ice bucket, and took out a cloudy, bullet-shaped piece of ice. “This cube I’m shoving in your ass has positive cum from every guy in the fraternity, all of it with a high viral load,” Aaron said. “We’re going to share the gift. It’s our way of thanking you.” The Dean struggled, but there was little he could do. McCloskey and Aiden each grabbed one of his legs and held him in place while Aaron pushed the cum cube in his asshole. The Dean howled “my sciatica!” It didn’t stop anyone. Carlos knelt in between the Dean’s immobilized legs, and lined his dick up with the butthole in front of him. “Brace yourself, puta,” Carlos sneered, and rammed in his entire dick in one rough stroke, pounding as hard as he could. The Dean was wailing and moaning; the others looked to be in shock. “You’re a disgusting old man,” Carlos said and spat in his face, “but you’ve got a nice cunt there. Not too much muscle on your butt, so all of me is in you, ripping your guts to shreds,” he grunted “working the virus into your blood. Here it comes, I’m gonna shoot my high viral load positive spunk in your virgin, negative hole.” Carlos’ thrusts went crazy, his ass flexing while he fucked as deeply as he could, and then his back was arching and he shouted, “Ave libidinum. One down, four to go.” “My turn,” said Ike, as he took Carlos’ place between the Dean’s legs, rammed himself in and started to bang him mercilessly while the old man groaned and wept. “Carlos is right, this old fart has a nice pussy to bang, really tight, but that won’t be true after tonight,” Ike snarled. Carlos had moved on the chair of the math department, turning his back, kneeling over his face and then sitting down, smothering his face with his ass, while Aaron, with help from Aiden and McCloskey, rammed a cum cube inside of him. “I’m straight,” I heard the guy pleading. “Who the fuck cares,” said Carlos. “It’s your turn to lick some ass, start now or I swear I’ll beat you into a pulp.” Carlos groaned. “Ahh, yeah, that’s a good little straight boy. Eat that gay ass, stick your tongue up inside of me, now just take a nice big sniff,” Carlos said. “I want to hear it and feel it, inhale my man stink deep.” I could hear the chair of math doing as he was ordered. Carlos turned around and rubbed his rigid, blood and cum-coated dick all over the math chair’s face. “I been looking forward to this, fucking straight, negative hole,” he gloated, then took the math chair’s legs over his shoulders and forced his dick inside him while the man screamed in pain. “We’ll make sure you get lots of loads,” Carlos said while he banged him as hard as he could. “Your dick is getting hard, and you’re leaking precum, you pathetic closet case. You’re not going to be straight by the time we finish with your hot little hole. And here it comes, a nice, big, charged load.” Carlos rammed hard against him and roared as he emptied a second load. To my surprise, the chair of the math department was shooting his own load on his chest. Ike shouted at the same time that he was cumming, and reached over and pulled and pinched the Dean’s chest. Then he pulled out. “How do you like it, you fucking slime bag? You fucked Darren while he begged you to go easy, you hurt him. Now it’s your turn.” He pulled out roughly, and I heard the Dean yelp. Then McCloskey took his place. “Turn this one over on his stomach,” I heard Carlos say as he stood over the chair of humanities. “I want to watch my cock tearing up his smooth pussy hole.” Mike and three other guys did the honors, while Carlos stood and stroked his dick. The head of humanities was crying and begging, offering to make sure everyone had a straight “A” average and to set up bogus work-study positions, but it didn’t do any good. He was turned over, and his arms were secured with the rough ropes that had already left burns on his wrists. “Yeah, man, this cock is going to rip open that virgin ass, and work in the positive cum good. You’ll carry my HIV babies forever,” Carlos growled at him as he slowly pushed his dick in. “I’m pushing in just like you did Darren, going real slow to make sure you feel every inch of my cock.” The chair of humanities was shrieking non-stop as Carlos started to fuck him, pulling his dick almost all the way out and ramming it back in as hard as he could. “Nice, smooth pussy hole, guys, this one feels real good around my dick. I might have to fuck him again.” As before his thrusts picked up in speed and his muscular ass was clenching and releasing, finally staying clenched as he buried himself inside the ass he was fucking and moaned loudly. “Hot fuckhole, man,” Carlos said as he smacked the white, hairless butt after he’d yanked his cock out of the humanities chair’s ass. “I need help polishing my English. We could let you keep your job if you ‘tutor’ me whenever I want. But I really want you to go to prison and get your ass reamed out by a jail full of guys. We’ll have broken in your pussy for them, so they won’t need any lube. Ike, he’s all yours.” Carlos moved to the chair of science, knelt over his face and pushed his dick with its pinkish mix of blood and cum against his lips. “Lick me clean,” he demanded. The science chair looked revolted. “Looks like I need to persuade you,” Carlos said, and sat his ass on the man’s face, full weight. He struggled and kicked, while Carlos said “I’m going to smother you a little more, and then when I stop, you start licking or I do it again.” Carlos got up, turned around and pushed his dick against his mouth. “Lick,” Carlos ordered. The chair of the science department complied, reluctantly. “Hey, you got a nice tongue, man. You lick really good, make sure you clean off my entire shaft.” After a few minutes Carlos said, “Good job, now lick my balls.” The head of science hesitated, “Looks like smother time again,” Carlos said with a smirk. “No, no, I’ll do it,” the head of science said, and began to run his tongue over Carlo’s huge balls. “Yeah, yeah, do it. Lick behind my balls now, use that tongue. Keep going, and here it is…lick that asshole. AAAH, yeah. Eat me, lick that jock butthole. Get me nice and hard so I can fuck you like you deserve. And now, sniff that man’s asshole.” Aaron knelt and was about to insert the cum cube, but Carlos said “No, Aaron. This one takes me without lube, just like he made Darren.” Carlos moved back and took the science chair’s legs over his shoulders as the man pleaded with him, but that didn’t stop the inevitable. Carlos shoved his huge dick up the guy’s hole and quoted over his screams “‘I like my boys tight.’ See how it feels you motherfucker, take it like you made Darren take it,” he snarled as he thrust in and out, fucking him hard, not letting up for a minute as the guy under him screamed in pain. “Nice, tight hole, guy, you got a good cunt. Gonna dump my toxic load inside of you, rub it in the walls of your asshole and gut. And then you can have the cum cube before the others fuck you so that you get a lot of the virus in your blood. Then you can deal with getting the meds without your fancy college job.” Aaron was ready with the cum cube, and with help from Ike pushed it in the science chair’s bloody, ruined asshole, gave it a minute to melt, and then Ike was plunging his dick in balls deep in one thrust, brutally raping the science chair’s ass. “Take that big black cock in your cunt,” Ike grunted. “You’ve got a really nice, muscular ass, those cheeks feel real good when I push it inside of you,” he said as he rammed himself in and out. “We’re going to destroy that pussy hole of yours tonight.” Carlos was now standing over Daddy Scorpio. “Hey, coach. Look who’s on top now.” He turned, kneeled and pushed his ass in the man’s face. “Sniff me out real good, just like you made all of us do with you. ‘Inhale the scent of a true man,’” Carlos said imitating the tone Daddy Scorpio used on me (and I guessed all the others). Daddy Scorpio looked completely out of it, his eyes blank, but he seemed to understand the instructions he was given and we heard his noisy inhalation. “Now kiss it, lick it, put your tongue up inside me. Oh, yeah, Daddy Scorpio, you do that real well. Don’t stop, keep on worshipping my ass. You ready for my cock up your hole? Doesn’t matter if you aren’t, you’re taking it, old man.” Aaron pushed a cum cube in Daddy Scorpio’s ass. That seemed to wake him out of his stupor and he began to beg, tried to bargain his way out of his current predicament. “Shut the fuck up,” Carlos said as he took Coach’s legs over his shoulders. “You’re lucky you’re just getting fucked. We should strangle you till you pass out.” He thrust inside Coach’s muscular, hairy ass. “Now this is some good pussy,” he said as he pummeled the tight, hairy hole. “When you scream it just turns me on more. Take it, you stupid bastard. Did you really think you’d get away with this forever?” Carlo’s thrusts sped up and he was whaling on Daddy Scorpio’s ass. “It’s coming, gonna spray my load up your tight cunt,” Carlos gasped as he thrust harder and faster, and then was shouting in Spanish as he froze, and unleashed his load. Everyone took turns – all 10 of the acolytes along with the brothers had fucked each of the five men who lay trussed up on the altar. The air was filled with curses, groans and pleas; the air smelled of sweat and cum. Carlos made good on his promise and fucked the humanities chair twice more, and even fucked another load out of the Math chair, shooting more of his own cum deep inside the formerly straight butt. Mike had watched with a smoldering expression on his face, stroking himself as the others went from one to the other, flooding them with positive cum. Once all the others had finished he said, “Now, each of you will take the Prefect’s load. Don’t say a word, any of you, when I ram my dick in you, not so much as a peep. Or we all fuck you again.” I was stunned as I watched the frat’s fury unleashed. It was wrong, all wrong, but I was turned on, and wanted to join in. “Mike?” I said. “Yeah, sweetheart?” he said as he was poised to fuck the Dean. “Can I have a turn?” The room erupted in cheers.

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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 14 Jammes slowly began fucking Joel in his slow piston in and out. Joel released his cheeks moving his hands to the opposite side of the sling where he grabbed the lower part of the chains to steady himself. Jammes continued his in and out knowing that this was not a fuck but merely an advertisement for men to watch and for him to offer his new toy's ass for them to fuck and unload their own cum. Jammes would seed Joel again later many more times. After a good crowd had assembled, Jammes pulled his dick out of Joel's hole. He turned full frontal view to the men and said, "Anyone interested in putting another toxic load in this man's ass?" Several men looked around the assembled men with one finally stepping forward and into the room. He took Jammes' position when Jammes stepped away. "He enjoys being slammed into balls deep. Pump his hole as hard as you want; he will not complain. And, be sure to shoot that poisonous load of yours as far inside of him as you can," Jammes directed the man. The man buried his hard cut 8-inch dick inside Joel and began to fuck. Jammes quietly encouraged the man tweaking his nipples lightly and running his hands over his sides and stomach. He made his comments varied and became more descriptive and vulgar as the unknown man plowed into Joel's ass. His fucking tempo increased as well as the hardness of the thrusts. The chains had begun to rattle with greater volume. Joel maintained his position groaning his consent and elation of having his ass worked over by this stranger whom Jammes had allowed. His brain was stimulated by the texture of skin-against-skin contact that his ass was sending to it. His brain demanded more as the stranger banged deeply inside his ass. "UHHHHMMMMMMM!" Joel heard behind him as the stranger in his ass shoved deep into him and held his dick inside. Joel felt a pulsing as the man unloaded his ball juices. "OHHHHHH!" Joel moaned out just after his ass began filling with cum. Both men felt great for different reasons. When the stranger had pulled out of Joel's ass, Jammes had taken him by his shoulders and pulled him off the sling. "You always suck and clean every dick that fucks you," Jammes said quietly to Joel teaching him what was expected. Joel without thinking obeyed. "You did well," Jammes praised Joel. "Next time you will not be reminded of your duty for it is your duty." Joel looked at Jammes and nodded his consent. Jammes put Joel back across the sling, turned to the crowded hallway, and called another man--Eric--by name. He entered the room and Jammes gave a nod of his head toward Joel. This man had watched Jammes degrade and train white men before. Eric knew why he had been invited. His viral load was well over 250,000 and had been for almost four months now. He was a stalker who Jammes knew and used for these training sessions.

Hot series with nice build up...

Amazing story! So hope that the twins get together hehe

i WAS FEELING SUPER SLUTTY YESTERDAY : Went to the local abs bent over the couch pulled my pants down & let 3 trolls fill my ass with spunk, The were all a bit older then me but i could not care less i needed my ass filled up & they did me good. When i left the abs i could feel the spunk in my ass.

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.

As many of you know, I tried to be a 'good safe sex boy' for years. I always had 'Safe Only' in my profile and after I realized how much I liked getting fucked bareback I even typed it in caps in my a4a profile - SAFE ONLY. As if the all caps was going to change how I acted when I had a cock resting on my ass. LOL I went out of town for a family wedding and was staying at a hotel by the airport where my cousins had their 'after reception party'. I got drunk and went to my room before things got totally insane. Besides, I was horny. I got upstairs and since I had marked myself as a visitor in the town/city, I had a few messages, but as it was about 2:00 AM, only one guy who had messaged me was still online. He was mid-30s, 100% top, and, as he had unlocked his pics, I could tell he had a hot cock. Oh, yeah, his profile also said 'Safe Only'. At this point I was 23 years old, so mid-30s was pushing my age range, still I messaged him and unlocked my pics to show off my ass and cock. He got back to me right away: Him: Sexy pics. 2am, huh? You horny and looking to get fucked? Me: Fuck yes and kinda drunk so I'll be extra slutty. LOL Him: I like slutty boys. What are you into? Me: Making out, oral, getting rimmed, getting fucked, and dirty talk. U? Him: Sounds hot. Like all that, except I'm a top. Where are you staying? Him: You ever been nailed bareback? Me. XXX Hotel. Me: Yes. Him: Are you open to getting fucked bare tonight? Me: I prefer you wrap it. (He had read the message and not responded for a few minutes. I was nervous.) Me: I'm open to it if you want. I'm not a condom nazi or anything. Him: So you'll let me fuck you bareback? Me: Sure. I'm neg and ddf, u? Him: Leaving now. I'll be right over. 10 minutes. (Small fucking town/city apparently because he was there fast.) I opened the door for him wearing just my briefs. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tee shirt and flip flops. He kissed me and grabbed my ass. I sucked his tongue and grabbed for his cock. He was going commando. HOT! I took out his cock and stroked it. "Suck it," he ordered. I dropped to my knees and started licking and sucking his cock. "You like that cock boy?" he asked. I mumbled 'Uuh huh' as I sucked him. He replied with the simple order "Get it wet for your ass." I sucked him harder and tried to use all my skills to get his cock off because I was worried about letting him fuck me bareback. He said, "You're a great cocksucker. Keep going slut." "You're a hot slutty bitch showing off your body to a stranger wearing just those briefs. I bet you like showing off how slutty you are. Don't you?" I stopped sucking his cock and said, "Yes I like showing off." "Stand-up and turn around," he ordered. No sooner had I done so then he pushed me on the bed, he stripped off his clothing, and lay on top of me, his cock nuzzling my briefs and we were making out front to back. I liked how his cock felt against my brief clad ass and I kept pushing and grinding back against his cock. His hands were all over me, cock, ass, chest, hair; but he never made a move to take off my briefs. I reached back for his cock and it felt so nice. I needed to feel him on my skin, so, I pushed my briefs down so they were resting just below my ass cheeks. He said, "That's right slut. Show me what you want." I stroked his cock and put it on my ass crack. He rubbed his cock on my ass and poked at my hole a bit, but I was too tight for him to slide right in. He pulled me up and stood me at the end of the bed and was rubbing his cock on my ass. I went over and slowly removed the briefs from my legs, which, of course, allowed my cock to pop out. He said, "That's right slut. Show me your ass. You want to get fucked?" "Yes," I replied. "Where's the lube?" I replied "The stuff is over there," gesturing to a night table where I had placed some condoms and lube. Glancing at the night table, he asked "You're going to let me ride you bareback tonight, aren't you slut?" "Yes, but please don't cum in my ass." He squirted some lube on his fingers, lubed his cock, and also worked his slippery fingers into my ass. Then he removed his fingers from my ass, bent me over the bed and started to push his bare cock inside me. I grunted and needed to adjust since I hadn't warmed up my ass much. He slid in slowly but after a bit he had got it all inside my ass and his pubes were resting on my ass. He moved his cock a bit back and forth and the pain subsided. I grunted in pleasure as his cock head grazed my prostate. He started fucking me to open me up more, so longer strokes, but not deep-dicking. We did that for a while and the dirty talk started again. As I moaned like a bitch in heat, he asked "You like my fat cock in you?" "Fuck, yes." "My bare cock feels so good in your safe sex ass," he responded, clearly teasing me. Between moans I replied "Fuck, your bare cock feels great." "Not so worried about those condoms are you? You just want my bare cock pumping your slutty hole." "Yes. That's what I want." We were completely into the fuck. He positioned me on my back and started fucking me with my legs around his waist, as he kissed me again and again, his hairy belly pressing on my abs. He said, "You are a hot slut." I responded with a moan and by kissing him even more deeply. After a bit, he murmured he was getting close, to which I suggested "Let's finish off doggie-style." We re-positioned ourselves so I was on all fours at end of the bed, and he stood behind me and slid back inside my fucked hole in one stroke. Involuntarily I grunted "Fuck, that feels good. Do it again." He long dick jabbed me a few more times and that got me really fucking horny. My cock was rock hard from feeling him hit my spot. He got a good rhythm going on my ass and he reached around to jerk me off. The dirty talk started again when I said "Fuck my slutty ass with your hot bare cock." "You want it slut? Want this dick?" "Fuck yeah, I want your bare cock. It feels amazing." "Glad you said you wanted it bareback tonight? Bare cock feels better right?" "Yes. I wanted your bare cock as soon as you asked if I get fucked bareback." "Why?" "Feels so much better." "What else feels good?" His tempo was picking-up, so I knew he was close. So was I. "Cum!" "What cum?" "Yours." "Tell me what you want slut. Tell ...this....stranger...uh...uh...what you....want." "Your cum. I want your cum shot inside me, Breed me." I'm not exaggerating when I say that very second he exploded in my ass, and I came on the bed. He collapsed on my back and then rolled over on his side. After he caught his breath he stood-up, and dressed, but before he walked-out the door, he said "Thanks for taking my load, slut." He left and I fell asleep. In the morning I occurred to me he had never answered the question about his status. Too late now.

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I was in my 2nd year of grad school when I found out I was poz.* It was a stressful time for me, and it wasn't made any easier by one of my roommates, Tommy. I had answered a roommate-wanted ad in the local paper. There were three of us sharing a small house off-campus. I figured it would be a good situation, until I discovered that Tommy really didn't care about school. All he cared about was getting drunk and partying with his frat brothers. (Tommy was a 6th year senior and my age). Tommy was the son of rich parents (they bought him the house to live in while at school). He was tall and blond, fairly athletic and decently handsome. He had lots of toys (video games, motorcycle, etc) a few girlfriends, but he never kept them around long. Tommy was also a big, closeted faggot. I'd caught guys seeking out of his room before and I'd run into him at the adult bookstore a couple times. It was just one of our little secrets that we never spoke of. Anyway, Tommy had a nasty habit of getting trashed. We're talking wasted to the point of blackout. And vomiting. And pissing in the living room. He actually got this drunk a couple times a month. He would come home at like 2 am, crank the Doors on his stereo, throw one of my frozen pizzas in the oven and then proceed to pass out. This was sometimes on the weekdays when I had class the next day. I couldn't count the number of times the smoke alarm went off because of burning pizza. Needless to say, this was not my ideal living environment and I was desperate for the year to be done so I could leave. I was also getting more and more pissed off at Tommy and stressed out by him. I remember it was midterm time, and I was prepping for exams and working on my thesis (and dealing with being poz). I was in bed one night and I was awakened to hear him start banging around the kitchen. He was making enough noise to wake the whole house. (Thank god our other roommate was sleeping over at his girlfriend's more and more). I heard him go to his bedroom (next to mine) where he turned the TV on at full volume. And it's a porno. All I could hear were the loud moans of some chick having her brains fucked out. I tried to block the sound by putting a pillow over my head, but it was no use. I got up, headed to the kitchen (where I pulled out the pizza out of the oven before it started burning), and then headed to his bedroom to ask him to turn down the TV volume. I knocked on his door a couple of times - no answer, so I walked in. There was Tommy, passed out naked on his bed, face down in a small puddle of vomit, a butt plug in his ass. I walk in and turn down the TV, but I don't turn it off. I was about to, but then I got a very nasty idea. As I said, I was more than a bit pissed off at Tommy and I wanted some revenge. Even though the porn was straight, the dude was hot and had a huge cock. Watching him pummel pussy was actually getting me hard, so I walked over to Tommy and poked him a few times to see if I could get him to wake up. Nope. Just like usual he was out cold. So I experimented a bit by tugging on his butt plug. Damn, Tommy was a huge fucking bottom! The butt plug was thick as my fist at the base. Gentle tugging wouldn't budge that fucker out of his chute, so, I pulled...hard. I watched his assring dilate and then expel that huge toy onto his sheets. It was so fucking HOT! His lube bottle was on his nightstand, so I lubed up my fingers and started violating his hole with my digits. I must admit it was kinda hot to feel the heat of his raw ass around my probing fingers. And I fingered him hard! Still he didn't wake up. He never moved. Between the video and fingering Tommy's fuckpucker, I got a raging hardon that I was going to have to do something about. My first instinct was to jack off all over his back. Then I thought, no, I'll cum all over his face, but then I thought that would be leaving sticky evidence everywhere and he'd be able to put two and two together when he woke up in the morning. Which left me just one other option. It was wrong... it was bad... but damn if he didn't sorta deserve it! I was gonna fuck his rich faggot hole and breed his stupid, insensitive ass. I pulled down my sweats, greased up my 7 incher, climbed gently on top of him, and lined my head up with his hole. I was so turned on and so nervous at the same time. What if Tommy woke up? It would be a bit difficult to explain to him why my dick was in his asshole. But I decided it was now or never and I really wanted to get inside him. So I pushed right on in. The butt plug had done it's job: there was very little resistance as my dick slid inside his hot stinktube. I bottomed out easily inside him, and left it there-- barely daring to breathe. Tommy was still out cold and hadn't moved a muscle, which was kind of a shame. It would have been a bit hotter to have him struggle during my raping of his cunt. Since I hadn't cum in days. I was really close already. But I wanted to fuck him some before charging his guts. So I got into a pushup position, and slowly pistoned his ass with my rock hard meat. The wet heat of Tommy's raw ass around my cock coupled with the porn was more than I could take. So I sped up, thrust a few more times, and then let my load go. I knew I had a good one saved up. I felt my cock pulse eight or nine times, launching volley after volley of toxic sperm into my obnoxious roomate's asshole. I felt so guilty... and so good simultaneously. As soon as I was spent, I slipped out of his ass, grabbed the butt plug, lubed it, and shoved it (somewhat roughly) back into his ass. I thought I should leave him just the way I found him... only with a bit of my DNA seeping into his guts. And the butt plug would prevent any from leaking out during the night. Before I headed back to my own bedroom, I bent down and kissed Tommy gently on the cheek and whispered "Have fun explaining the HIV to your parents."

Part 2 Willie through his tears could see that Tad was held helpless in his seat by the two burly bikers standing behind his chair. The big biker named Wolf who was sitting next to Tad was watching the scene with eager eyes. The rest of the gang were drifting toward him with their hands on their crotches and lust in their eyes. Willie could see no one to help him in the room as even Sam, the fat bartender, was stripping off his apron as he joined the crowd. Willie with a strangled sob opened his lips and thrust out his tongue. He touched the tip of his tongue to the moist lips of Crank's proffered prick and instantly pulled his tongue away. "Don't lick it, asshole, it ain't an ice cream cone. Suck it! Take it all into your mouth!" Crank demanded as he pulled Willie's head toward his evil smelling crotch. "No, I can't," Willie cried, "Please don't make me. I can't." With his rough hand, Crank forced Willie's jaws open and slid his plump prick into the warm wet depths of boy's unwilling mouth. With his mouth held wide open, Willie remained unmoving as Crank's unwashed penis lay on his tongue like a dead brown slug. "Wrap your fucking lips around my fucking dick and suck it, asshole" Crank demanded. "Hurry the fuck up, shit head, I ain't got all fucking night." "Ya, get it on, fuck meat," one of the gang members hollered, "there's others waiting for their fucking turn." Crank positioned his big dirty hands on either side of Willies head and gripped the boy's pink ears like jug handles. Suddenly without warning, the fat biker pulled the reluctant teen's head into his crotch, while a the same time thrusting his own wide hips forward. Willie found his forehead pushed back by the biker's big belly while his face wash pulled into the biker's smelly crotch. The teenager's nose was pressed into Crank's open fly and his mouth completely engulfed the biker's fat penis down to its hairy root. As the full rich flavor of Crank's unwashed dick bloomed on the boy's tongue, Willie wretched and gagged and tried to pull away. "What's the matter, cocksucker," Crank sneered as he ground his crotch over Willie's face, "don't you like the taste of prick meat?" "He better fucking learn to fucking like it," a biker yelled, "he's got a whole fucking roomful to eat." Willie held his mouth as wide open as he could and allowed Crank's penis to lay on his tongue undisturbed. He could see nothing but Crank's dirty crotch. He could smell nothing but Crank's dirty crotch. He could taste nothing but Cranks dirty crotch. He could hear nothing but the lusty laughter of the gang and the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears. Willie determined in his rabbit's heart to do whatever he must to survive. "Close your mouth, cocksucker and suck my fucking dick," Crank commanded and Willie reluctantly obeyed, "that's right, faggot, roll your fucking tongue around my meat. Watch your teeth, cocksucker, one fucking nip or scratch and I'll kick them down your fucking throat." Seven of the bikers along with the bartender were gathered round the mouth raping Crank and his teenage victim to watch the fun up close and lend a hand. Some of them took Willie's arms and twisted them behind his back, while others pumped his head up and down on Crank's meat. Tad had a clear view of all the dreadful action as the bikers were careful not to obstruct Wolf's line of sight. Tad watched in disgust Willie's oral rape and felt ashamed of his timid friend for inviting the biker's lewd attack. He knew that Willie by being such a frightened rabbit had made himself a victim of the biker's unnatural lust. Tad felt that if his friend had more guts and put up a fight, that the biker's would leave him alone. He knew that any real man would rather die than suck cock. He would certainly fight any man that tried to make him do such a filthy thing. Tad felt that there must be something wrong with Willie that he would suck cock without a fight. Perhaps, Tad thought, Willie secretly wanted to do it and had been asking for it. Tad remembered catching Willie looking at the other boys in the gym class showers and how Willie had even looked at him. Tad's lip curled up in a look of loathing and disgust. "Look good? Want to try it?" Wolf asked as he slipped his hand from the table and dropped it to Tad's thigh. "Get your hands off me," Tad snapped as he clamped his legs together to throw off from his thigh Wolf's dirty paw. "That ain't polite, pretty boy," Wolf leered at Tad as with brute force he pushed his hand between Tad's thighs and cupped the teenager's crotch. "Leave me alone, I not a homo," Tad cried as Wolf groped between his legs. Tad started manfully to struggle using every muscle of his athletically trained body to resist Wolf's lewd assault. But his efforts were futile, the two bikers holding his arms were bigger and stronger than he. They held him down in his seat with his arms twisted behind him, as Wolf touched him in places that no man had ever touched before. "Settle down or I'll really fucking hurt you," Wolf snarled as he pulled his hand from between the teenager's legs and then closed his fingers into a fist. "Let me go!" Tad shouted in impotent fury, "Get your faggot hands off me! I'm not a queer like Willie! Let me go!" "You fucking asked for it, baby, now your going to fucking get it," Wolf snapped as he drove his fist with full force into Tad's crotch. An A-bomb of agony exploded between Tad's thighs that sent a shockwave of pain through his loins. As the pain gripped like a fiery hand of steel, Tad's teenage body went rigid as his eyes grew wide and his mouth gaped open in a silent scream. He made several little strangled gasps of pain as brightly colored star bursts of agony exploded before his eyes. He slowly leaned forward until his head rested on the table as he grunted his pain through his nose. "That's just a fucking taste of what I'll give you if you don't fucking learn to do what you're fucking told," Wolf angrily admonished the suffering boy. "The next time I'll pound your fucking balls to jelly and make you eat them with a fucking spoon. Now watch you're fucking boyfriend chow down on Crank's cock. You can pick up some pointers for your turn." Tad saw nothing but flashing lights which, with each new wave of pain, exploded into stars before his eyes. Willie slurped and sucked and slid his tongue over, under and around Crank's fat prick and was rewarded with an ever larger prick to suck. Willie gulped his own saliva which was made foul by the juices oozing from the biker's throbbing erection and closed his eyes and snuffled his sobs. The other bikers around Willie were not idle as they were busy exploring every part of his hard young body manually. Rough hands stroked his bare chest and pinched his nipples, while others groped between his legs and felt his firm round buttocks. Calloused fingers slipped beneath the waist band of his gray flannel trousers to prob his anus or tease his testicles. But the worst were the gentle fingers that fondled his teenage prick and tickled and teased it and brought it to life. "The cocksucker's starting to enjoy the party," the gentle biker commented when Willie's prick began to engorge in response to the biker's gentle caress. "The cocksucker is throwing a fucking boner, he must be really into dick meat or maybe he's just fucking turned on by guys." "Getting hot, fuckmeat? Sucking cock turn you on?" Crank taunted Willie as he drove his now fully erect dick to the back of Willie's throat. Willie coughed and spluttered and tried to pull his head back, but Crank's grip on his ears prevented that. Willie had no choice but to swallow as Crank pressed more of his hard dick into the boy's mouth. The teenager felt his stomach heave as the biker's slab of meat pushed into his gullet and slid down his throat. Willie found he couldn't breath with his throat plugged by the biker's hard cock and he grew fearful that he would choke. He grunted and groaned and struggled desperately to communicate the he was suffocating. The only result was that his throat contracted around Crank's mouth raping prick and massaged it until the fat biker groaned with ecstacy. Just as Willie thought he would choke or die of suffocation the panting brute above him pulled his swollen penis from Willie's throat. "You're a natural cocksucker," Crank complimented the gasping boy as he wiped his drooling dick across the boy's bruised lips, "but I ain't wasting my fucking cum in your cocksucking mouth when you've got that sweet ass just begging to be plowed." Willie held his empty mouth wide open and let the saliva drip from his lips as his stomach heaved in the grip of nausea. "Get him up on a table and get his pants off," Crank ordered, "I got a fucking hard-on that won't quit." The gang cheered and hooted as they dragged Willie to his feet and threw him face up on the dirty table behind him. Many hands make light work and the gang quickly stripped the gray flannel slacks and clean white jockey shorts from Willie's slender hips and stripped them from his leanly muscled legs. An amused titter went around the crowd of bikers when Willie's clean shaven completely hairless crotch was revealed. "He ain't got no fucking hair down there!" one biker exclaimed with a hoot. "He's smooth as a fucking baby and just about the same fucking size," another said and they all laughed at Willie's cock and balls and ridiculed his small size. Willie blushed with humiliation and went red from head to feet. As rough hands touched Willie's cock and balls to stroke his long, limp prick and lift his ball sack to heft his nuts, Willie's degradation was made complete. Willie was not hung like a bull or even a bulldog. He was an average, ordinary, eighteen year old boy with average ordinary sized cock and balls. When erect his dick was slender but long and when his testicles were engorged they made a good display. But his penis when flaccid looked very small as did his shriveled testicles. With his groin shaven and his genitals shrunken by the icy blast of fear, he looked no bigger nor better developed than a ten year old child. The gang rolled Willie onto his stomach and pulled his buttocks apart to expose his puckered brown asshole to view. Crank stepped between the boy's legs and put a blunt finger tip to the tiny wrinkled opening. Crank pressed his finger into the opening and twisted back and forth. Willie screamed as he felt his ass lips forced open and Crank's finger wormed its way into him. "He's a fucking virgin," Crank crowed, "his ass is tighter than the pussy of a little girl." "Better get some grease, Sam," Wolf called from the table, "we wouldn't want Crank to scrape his cock raw." The sound of Wolf's gruff voice made Tad stir. No matter how much the teenager hurt, he had to make an effort to save himself and Willie. "Please, Wolf," Tad begged weakly as he lifted his head from the table and felt even that small movement send a shockwave of pain through his loins. "don't hurt us anymore. Let us go. We'll keep quiet. We wont make trouble. Just let us go and we'll forget all about this." "Don't bother begging, cocksucker, we ain't stopping," Wolf said as he laid a his hand on Tad's thigh just to see him jump."It's too much fucking fun. When we're finished with your faggot friend, then its you're turn to pull the fucking train." Tad quailed at Wolf's cruel words as he felt his courage fade. His situation was hopeless. He was surrounded by brawny thugs thirsting for rape. The rapist bikers outnumbered him by ten to one and were grown men who were bigger, stronger and more skilled in violence than he. Tad couldn't run because he was held in his seat by two burly thugs. He couldn't fight because his arms were twisted behind him. He couldn't struggle Because Wolf's single testicle smashing blow hurt so much that every movement was agony. His only safety lay in co-operation, in allowing himself to be used by the gang to satisfy their unnatural sexual needs. He had never imagined that such a thing could happen to him. He wasn't a timid rabbit like Willie. He hadn't asked for it. He was a man but not enough of a man to die rather than suck cock. He would do what he had to do to save himself. He wouldn't be a man anymore. He would be a sex toy for queers. Tad lowered his head back to the table and moaned. The state to which he had brought himself and Willie in his heedless action in entering the bar was too much for him to bear. Tad let his tears drop on the table and without shame he cried.

FUCKER!!! You are making me cheat on Whthole4U and his story line-- read this yesterday ( well, parts 1 and 2- saved the rest for today ) and got so horney that I drove to the porn store in Miami and took loads from anyone I could get a load out of- ended up with 1 guys rubbers fucked into my hole ( with his load in it still) sucked off an old guy who had some really bitter piss and even more bitter cum, was made to slurp on a guys cock to get him off, and then had a pig eat the rubbers out of my hole as 3 guys watched, then he fucked me with his beer can cock. Wasn't enough, so I had to hit the bar with the play patio- took a black guy raw as soon as I got there, sucked a load from a latino, and then hooked up with a Cuban guy with 9 inches uncut and was fed 3 loads of cum from him in less than 40 minutes-- and load 3 was as big as the 1st load. Just read part 3 and it has my hole twitching and craving cock -- may have to start prowling local cruise areas. Just don't tell Whthole4U i cheated on him-- I'd hate to miss a chance for Uncle Jack or Dr Mike to play with my ass