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“Suck his dick boy, come on now, get that shit hard, how’s it feel having a dick in your ass for the first time?” Simon says as the BBCs gather around, waiting to use my cherry hole. Uncle Simon wasn’t really my uncle, I just called him that. He was my stepmother’s cousin’s son and several years older than me. After my dad remarried when I was 10, Simon was the only person in that bitch’s family that treated me halfway decent, and I thought he was the coolest shit. He was a semi-truck driver, owned a bunch of muscle cars that he would buy as junkers and then restore, he smoked cigarettes and weed, drank like a fish, swore like a sailor, and was always talking about sex. Simon was a big, rugged fucker and when he paid attention to me I always felt special - whether we were in the house full of the bitch’s family, or just alone in his garage with him showing me how to tear apart an engine. Uncle Simon became my father figure when my own dad stopped, so I trusted him, learned from him, grew up becoming the man he wanted me to be - or so I thought. The first time I stayed at Simon’s house for the weekend was about a month after my dad remarried and it was also when I drank my first beer, hit a joint, and saw a grown man naked and I was entranced. I was reluctant to try to the beer and weed, but he made it a game and laughed and said, “Uncle Simon says…” and whenever he did that, I had to do whatever it was he told me. That became our special game and how Simon got me to do anything he wanted - from drinking to vandalism. So that first weekend, “Uncle Simon says..” was how I got drunk off one beer, high from one hit of a joint, and forever thought the sight of a long, big dick was the most amazing thing in the world. We had spent all day working on an old barn on his farm and when it was time for dinner, Simon got undressed, told me to as well, and then he used the hose outside to shower us off and then chased me around a bit on his lawn. Nothing sexual happened, just good naked fun and that’s how my weekends were with Uncle Simon - fun, mixed with beer, weed, and naked, innocent romps. I was 11 the first time Simon took me for a trip on his semi truck. We went from New England where I grew up to Cincinnati, Ohio, and one of the cereal factories for General Mills. I got see see New York City, hookers at truck stops along with naked truckers, and more of the country than I had ever imagined. Whenever I stayed at Simon’s house I always slept on the couch, but in the truck, I had to sleep next to Simon in the bunk, and that first night, lying beside him was rapture and torture. I felt safe, secure, enjoyed the firmness of his body next to mine, the smell of cigarette smoke that clung to him, the whiff of alcohol on his breath. I also got my first real boner - that was the torture - and I didn’t sleep at all. Uncle Simon made sure I knew everything a young man needed to know - either by teaching me directly like how to fight, or by leaving DVDs for me to watch of things that were more of a ‘personal’ nature, or giving me free reign on his computer to explore the internet as I willed. I was 16 when I moved out of my dad’s house for good and moved in with Uncle Simon. Life at home had become unbearable and frankly abusive and the only time I was happy or felt safe was when I was at Uncle Simon’s. By the time I turned 18 I had my future all planned out. I would move to Uncle Simon’s farm, build my own house down in the back field by the river where we skinny dipped, and work for him on his truck and maybe, just maybe someday, I would have my own truck to drive too. The night of my 18th birthday, Uncle Simon surprised me with a big cake, a bunch of new clothes, and some extra good weed. He then said, “Uncle Simon says swallow this,” as he handed me a round pink pill. I smiled, swallowed, he took one too, popped in his favorite porn DVD, and before I knew it we were both sitting on the couch jacking our dicks. That pill made me feel shit I had never felt before! Like I could fly, and dance, and just warm and fuzzy - and horny as shit and I wanted nothing more than to touch Uncle Simon’s dick. So I did. “You’ve got such a great dick Uncle Simon,” I burted out. He laughed, pushed his hips a little forward to make it thrust out some more as he continued to watch the porn and jack his dick. The next thing I knew I was on my knees, between his legs, with his dick in my mouth as he grunted, “SUCK MY DICK BITCH - SWALLOW MY LOAD.” That was the most amazing thing I had ever tasted and as the last drop of cum hit my tongue, I stood up, turned around, bent forward and pleaded, “Please fuck me Uncle Simon, I want to feel your dick inside me.” The world stopped, the music ended, there was painful silence. I turned back around and Uncle Simon wasn’t smiling any more. He pushed his ashtray towards the end of the couch, stood up, brushed past me, went into his bedroom and slammed the door. What had I done wrong? I thought...I thought...fuck I don’t know what I thought beyond that I loved Uncle Simon and just wanted to please him. Looking back, the next two months were awkward for sure. Uncle Simon was more distant, but at the time I was too busy with the last weeks of school to really notice. We never spoke of my birthday night and while I jerked off thinking about sucking him, Uncle Simon was always too busy, too tired, or too something to really party with me. Graduation came and Uncle Simon told me he had a big surprise for me. I expected he was finally going to give me a car of my own and had been begging for one for a while now, but no, his surprise was that he and I were going to spend the summer running long hauls on his truck back and forth across the country - farther than we had ever gone before. That sounded good to me. Those final few hours in Uncle Simon’s semi felt like old times. We laughed, joked, I smoked, Uncle Simon looked at me in a way that I thought was full of desire and need, and the miles of pavement flew by. We stopped earlier than usual and pulled into a run down motel off the freeway in the shadows of the city skyline of Hartford, Connecticut. We never stayed at hotels, but Uncle Simon waved off my questions and just said he had an old friend stopping by later to catch up. I made several trips to pull our luggage out of the truck, and by the time I was done Uncle Simon was back and loaded up with enough beer and liquor to satisfy an army. As darkness descended, I was feeling good and drunk and high from some top grade weed Uncle Simon had rolled. I didn’t even pay any attention when he repacked his suitcases and stook them back to the truck - maybe I should have. Once night settled Uncle Simon said, “Come on, let’s go hit the bar.” I objected, noting I wasn’t 21. Uncle Simon laughed and said, “They don’t give a fuck, just come on.” I smiled as Uncle Simon wrapped his big muscular arm around my shoulder and guided me through the parking lot, across a median, and down the other side of the street. We stopped in front of a door with a faded sign on it that said ‘LOUNGE’ and another that said ‘CLOSED’. Before he boldly opened the door, Uncle Simon reached into his pant’s pocket, pulled out a baggie that had a couple of pink pills in it, smiled and said, “Uncle Simon says open up and swallow.” Oh My Fucking God! He was going to let me suck him again - or maybe even fuck me - and...and...my brain totally fried right then and there with endless possibilities of what Uncle Simon and I were going to do that night. Yet, in my eagerness to please, I never noticed that as Uncle Simon plopped two of the devil’s pills onto my tongue, he did not take one for himself. I don’t know what I expected as I had never been in a bar before, but I guess the one we walked into met all the marks of a hole-in-a-wall-dive-bar. The light was dim, the air was thick with years of smoke of all kinds, the carpet had holes in it, the place smelled of sweat, piss, puke, and more. Uncle Simon walked up to the bartender, ordered two beers, the bartender smiled at me, licked his lips, grabbed a couple frosted glasses and poured some draft beer. The pills had kicked in, so I gave him my best smile and he chuckled, “Damn, you got some cute dimples on you!” I blushed, looked to Uncle Simon who just nodded and took a long slug of beer before pulling out his cigarettes and lighting up. Moments later I was dancing in place, giddy with delight as Uncle Simon seemed relax, at ease - himself - and the bartender kept slinging drinks my way. We had not been there long when the door opened and four, large, brawny black men walked in. I stopped dancing. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, I got goose bumps running up my arm. I stepped back against Uncle Simon’s knees as he sat on the only occupied stool at the bar as we were surrounded. The black guy closest to me reached out, shook Uncle Simon’s hand, and asked, “SO WE ALL SET FOR SOME RAW HOLE SURFING?” I barely heard or registered what he said as I was busy fending off the touchy-feely-handsy friends he had brought with him. Their attention was exhilarating! No one had ever paid attention to me like that, or ever touched me like that, or made me feel so...so wanted. I couldn’t put words to it at the time, but I was desired - they desired me and my body knew it even if my mind didn’t. My heart was racing, my hips were moving, my ass was eager and waiting. Uncle Simon tapped me on the shoulder, I spun around, smiling in euphoria as he said, “Uncle Simon says open up and swallow.” Two more chalky pills plopped on my tongue and were washed down with the dregs of beer from my now lukewarm glass. Uncle Simon said, “Yeah, one more beer and he’s all yours.” Again - I heard what he said, but it did not register. I should have run then. The music got louder, the skanky bar got brighter, the touch of the hands from the four black men got firmer, more deliberate, more invasive. The bartender’s smile got wider. Uncle Simon appeared more faded, distant, like the river of time was starting to flow downhill. Next thing I knew I was naked, on my hands and knees on the floor of the skanky bar sucking a HUGE, thick black dick, as my ass was broken open, raw, wild, and nasty! OH FUCK IT HURT! Uncle Simon’s voice sounded distant, yet firm, “SUCK HIS DICK BOY, COME ON NOW, GET THAT SHIT HARD, HOW’S IT FEEL HAVING A DICK IN YOUR ASS FOR THE FIRST TIME?” Frankly I was too fucked up to really say - it felt fucking amazing yet at the same time I didn’t really feel it. Weird right? But Molly fucks with you like that and I was beyond tripping. “I’M CUMMING IN THAT TIGHT COOCHIE - MAKING THAT FAGGOT TAKE MY NUTT - OH HELLS YEAH - TIGHT ASSHOLE JUST GRIPPING MY DICK - BEGGING FOR THIS RAW, NUTT!” That was my first load - my first BBC load from some anonymous man just eager to breed some ass with no questions asked. My first raw fuck. My first feeling of a man cumming inside me. As soon as he pulled out I gasped as another one of the black guys slammed into me, tearing my ass open a little, his dick being thicker, longer, rougher. They all just laughed. I opened my eyes wide, tried to turn my head, but the insistent dick in my mouth held me fairly in place, yet I could see Uncle Simon off to the side as he fanned a stack of cash and asked, “You sure you good with this?” The black man he was speaking too laughed and replied, “Fucka, I already made that back and then some from these homies who were eager to stir their whip cream into some cherry pie. Now where the fuck’s them motel room keys you said you got? I got so much black dick lined up for that faggot hole the bitch won’t walk straight for a month!” A small tear eased down my cheek as Uncle Simon bent down, looked me in the eyes, and said, “I ain’t no faggot. Uncle Simon says you’re where you belong now.”

Another 20 mins or so passed with me in the darkness, I could hear low conversations in the other room. Suddenly the door opened wide and I could see Matt in the doorway. He stalked over to the bed, grabbed both my feet and tied them together. I felt him cut the rope tying my hands to the bed but my hands remained tied. With a swift movement he grabbed me and through me over his shoulder. "Come on bitch, time for the real party to start" he said as he carried me out the bedroom. Still bound and helpless he carried me outside, I was naked and terrified as I saw him head towards the pickup. He opened the door and flung my skinny body onto the seat. I landed with a thud against the seat as I heard him shut the door and head to the drivers door. "We are gonna head to a friends and see how much more punishment your pussy hole can take." I groaned into the rag stuffed into my mouth, I didn't know how much more I could take, my body ached all over. The car started and I felt us pickup speed as we drove from the house. The journey lasted for about 30 minutes before I felt the car slow, turn off the road and head down a bumpy driveway. The car ground to a halt in the gravel and I felt Matt get out and head round to my door. As he opened the door I attempted to kick at him in a vain attempt to get away. All it did was piss him off. "You're going to regret that soon you stupid bitch." he barked at me. He grabbed my slender waist, hauled me over his shoulders and head for the house. As we approached I could see a run down house which appeared to be far from any main road. It looked abandoned from the outside, but as we got closer I could see other cars parked and hear voices inside. Matt kicked at the partially open door to open it, and as we entered yelled out "Hey boys, the main event has arrived!" A cheer went up as I looked around the room at a bunch of older guys drinking and smoking. Matt pushed open another door and we entered a dank room with a dirty mattress on the floor. He unceremoniously dumped me from his shoulder onto the mattress. It reeked of cum and piss, in the corner a complex looking harness was suspended from the roof. I was sitting stunned on the mattress for a moment, before Matt fisted my hair and painfully pulled me up. "MmmhMM" I tried to cry out through the rag. He dragged me over to the harness and attached a loop to each hand, once he was satisfied he undid the bindings on both hands and my feet. He then proceeded to attach a loop to each foot and around my groin. "There you go slut, you wont be going anywhere for a while." he laughed. He called out and the guys from the other room filed in. "Ok boys, he strung up and ready for the taking, put you $20 on the table and get your monies worth." The guys milled around slapping $20 bills down and started getting their clothes off. I watch as two older white guys, maybe mid 40's approached me at the same time. They both had beer guts and one had a rough beard. The bearded one reached out and fondled my soft cock, I was mortified as he worked it until my boner was jutting out from my skinny body. "Look, the sick little fucker is gagging for it" he laughed. I watched as they both shucked off their clothes, the one with the beard yanked at a cord and I felt myself be dragged towards the ceiling by my wrists. I cried out into my gag from the pain but it just seemed to excite the room more. I watched as the other guy lay down on the floor underneath my suspended body. I watched with confusion as he played with his huge engorged cock. I could see the angry red head poking out of his uncut cock, each pump of it seemed to make a stream of precum roll down the thick shaft. Suddenly he reached up and with a yank pulled out the butt plug that had been stuffed in me. I felt a trickle of toxic spooge run down my thigh. He reached up, swiped some of the cum from my thigh and rubbed it into his cock. "That's all the lube your getting cunt." he spat at me. I suddenly saw the bearded guy yank at a cord and felt my body jolt as I was lowered towards the engorged cock head below me. I cried out in terror as I felt the fat leaky cock head kiss my exposed hole. The guy below me grabbed my lithe hips and guided me down onto his awaiting shaft. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah." he groaned as my body had no choice but to open up and take his thick cock deep inside. As I was lowered onto the cock I could hear the woof whistles of the other watching guys as they stroked their leaking cocks. Tears welled in my eyes and ran down my cheeks as I was lifted and lowered by the bearded guy onto his friends thick meat. My arms were stretched and my legs flailed helplessly as each downward thrust grazed his bulbous leaky head against my prostate. I was in so much pain and yet I watched as my cock responded to the stimulation. I felt myself get harder and my slutty instincts kicked in as I tried to buck against his fat knob and hit my prostate again and again. The bearded guy ripped out my gag. "Look at you slut, you're turning into a real cock whore now. Tell him what you want of I'll stop fucking you on his shaft." I kept my mouth shut and he stopped lowering me. I bucked downwards trying to hit my prostate and so he raised me higher. "No, no my little slut. Tell us what you want or we wont let you go." he ordered. "I... I want... I want him to fuck me." I stuttered. "And....?" he asked. "And... cum in me.." I admitted, defeated. "So you want him to fill you with his poz cum?" he asked. "Yes, fill me with his poz cum, I need it Sir." I answered. "Good boy." Clearly pleased with my response the chant went up in the room "Lower the bitch!" as I felt myself lowered back down on the erect shaft, feeling it graze my sweet spot. I moaned out loud, unable to hide how good this felt being stuffed full of a big juicy cock. The bearded guy kept my ass pumping up and down on the thick meat, my distended hole now able to take it all. I felt my cock leaking a steady stream of precum now as my instinct took over and I felt myself approaching orgasm. The bearded guy must have sensed how close I was from my breathing, as he started to pump me up and down faster and faster. I felt the guy beneath me grab onto my hips tighter as he too came closer to cumming. Suddenly I felt myself reach the point of no return as the fat cock inside me hit me just right. I felt myself cumming hands free all over the floor. As my ass muscles constricted I felt the guy beneath me pull my hips down hard onto his cock as he lost control and squirted a massive poz load into my fuck hole. "Take it all you fucking slut, take my toxic swimmers, gonna breed you up." he cried out. I felt the thick shaft pulse as his balls emptied into my awaiting cunt. I went limp after my orgasm, I was left hanging for a moment before I felt myself jerked up and the huge cock pull from my wrecked hole. A spray of cum landed with a splat from my loose hole as my fucker got up and walked away. I heard him high five one of the watching guys. "Who's next?" he laughed as he walked out the room.

AN ALLTIME LOW After the day with the dying Stu, I went back to my normal life. Going to work, coming home, and watching tv. I didn’t go chasing any loads, but it’s not like it was out of my mind. Then about a week after that piggy day, David called me up and asked what my plans were. It was my day off, so I had only planned on running errands and cleaning the apartment. He told me to cancel those plans -he had something for me. Okay, it had been mostly out of my mind. I hadn’t spent any time thinking about what I had done, or if I was chasing, or even if I wanted to do it again. But as soon as David started speaking through the phone I felt my dick stirring in my pants. Fuck that thing! Such a mind of it’s own. And now, saying he ‘had something for me’ . . . well my dick was raging hard now. Thirty minutes later he was at my door, and then we headed out. David tied a blindfold over my eyes, and we drove only for about ten minutes before he led me from the car, walked about twenty feet and then through some doors. “We’re going in the back way, not really supposed to be here,” he told me. “So don’t make any noise.” He didn’t want to tell me, but the intercom that blared over the speaker system told me that we were in a hospital. “Is Stu in the hospital now?” I asked him. “Figured that out, did ya’?” he chuckled. “Not Stu, but I’m sure there are some other guys here who will be happy to see you.” He led me through a couple more doors and then into a room. I heard him close and lock the door behind me, and then the blindfold was removed. Yup, I was in an AIDS hospice. From the crowd of sickly men in the room, I guess that David either knew them already, or maybe ran an ad or something. I knew right away that I was to be their entertainment for the afternoon. “Guys, this is the pig I was telling you about. He will bend over and take all of your loads,” David told them. “Isn’t that right, fucking pig?” I swallowed over the lump in my throat. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into? “Yes, Sir,” I replied shyly. “You know how poisonous some of us are?” one of the patients asked. “Does it matter?” I asked boldly, and they all laughed. “So who’s first?” David asked. And so it begins . . . I’ll tell you this -I didn’t get any of their names. All I know is that I was fucked and seeded deep and hard by a total of 19 sickly AIDS patients. A few of them were very memorable. One guy who stands out was a big guy. Usually you think of guys with full blown AIDS as being skeletal, but somehow this one managed to retain some beef. And his cock was all beef, let me tell you. It was not ridiculously huge. From the feel I would say he was about 6 ½ or 7 inches, but fat as my wrist at least! I love my butt plugs, so having him inside of me was giving me that stuffed and filled feeling that I had grown to love and crave. I had been loaded by 4 guys before him, so his fat dick slid easily inside my pig hole, but with such a thickness my ass was making the most delicious wet slurping I’ve ever heard. And when he blew his wad, he came BIG, flooding me so deep I am sure that I felt it in my stomach. My ass made a sloppy sucking noise as he pulled out of me, and David roared with laughter and I heard him clicking away taking pictures with his phone. “Look at the fucking hole! You’re so busted open and sloppy, that hole is just gaping and you’re dripping cum all down your legs. You look fucking hot!” he told me. Music to my ears, he is such a sweet talker. There was another man who was basketball player tall, easily at 6 feet 6 inches or more. Skinny, his body was ravaged by the disease, and he had ks lesions visible on various parts of his body. His cock stood tall and incredibly long. I worried what kind of fucker he would turn out to be. While he wasn’t thick, I had never taken anything that long in my hole before. It was at lease 15 inches or longer! I just hoped that he would be slow and gentle, knowing that he had a weapon there, and maybe just enter me half way. No such luck. He had entered me slowly, and was taking his time burying as much into me as my ass was willing to accommodate. David was having none of it. He wanted a show, and he wanted me broken in and used. I had just looked back over my shoulder to see how much of that long dick was still to go when David grabbed hold of the tall man’s hips and shoved him full force all the way balls deep into my tortured hole! One of the other guys must have seen it coming because he quickly grabbed hold of my head and shoved me face down into a pillow as I screamed from the agony. That long dick had truly torn its way into my body and I really felt damaged now. He held still only for a minute, and then without further hesitation he began to pump my ass with the full length of his long dick, all the while I could hear him breathing through his nose like a bull. It was quite a sexy sound, and it help to take my mind off of the battering ram he had up in me. After a few minutes my ass had accepted the invader and I was starting to feel good again. Really good. No dick had ever reached so far up inside of me and he was reaching things I never knew existed. I started rutting back onto him, making loud smacking sounds every time my round ass impacted with his bony hips. I groaned like a whore and let my head loll around, but when I looked down between my legs I felt my stomach drop. There was so much blood running down the insides of my legs I thought for sure I was going to die by the time these men were done with me. How could my ass feel so heavenly when I was bleeding so much? My mind was spinning again and I didn’t know what to do. Keep on and just take it? What’s the worst that could happen? David could just toss me on a gurney when the gangbang is done and wheel me over to the ER. I’ve already been exposed to so much HIV and AIDS there really is no point in worrying about that now, right? I decided to just accept my fate. This is why I was here, and this was just one of the consequences. I was made to pleasure these men, to allow all of their sickly body fluids into my own body to incubate and merge with my own DNA. I had been so distracted thinking about the blood that I didn’t notice him cumming in me. I snapped out of my deep thoughts just as he was extracting his dangerous dick from my damaged hole. I thought for sure that it would be followed by a river of blood. Luckily it wasn’t. It appeared that whatever had ruptured had played out and corrected itself naturally. Perhaps all of that toxic seed up there had formed some sort of barrier, who knows? The surprise, and my All-time Low point came with the last man, number 20. I hadn’t seen him laying in the bed until I was carried and placed over his desiccating little form as I had been with Stu. This man was seriously on death’s door. If it weren’t for the movement of his eyes, I would have thought he was already dead. He didn’t move or say anything. The only part of his body that moved was his dick which miraculously sprang to life beneath me. David guided him into my cumsloppy whorehole and I gently rocked and rode him. It didn’t take long before I heard him let out a deep sigh as his cock throbbed and spewed it’s toxic seed into me. I closed my eyes and burned that feeling into my memory -nothing quite like feeling someone’s potent AIDS cum filling your ass up. I opened my eyes and looked down . . . and he was gone. I knew right then that I had given him his very final moment of pleasure on this earth. Despite a tiny part of me that told me I should be totally disgusted with my behavior, I once again felt an overwhelming sense of pride that I could do something for him in his final minutes of life, sometime to make him feel pleasure and joy to his dying breath. Something that few men would consider doing. I felt like an Angel. And then it occurred to me, “Fuck, I still have a dead man’s dick in me!” and I really wanted off. I think that David must have sensed my urgency because he was behind me in a flash, extracting the still hard cock from my very sloppy hole. As he’d done with Stu, he entered me from behind while I was leaning over this recently passed man, and fucked me frantically, blasting my ass full of more sick seed within minutes. I think that the perversion of all of it had even pushed him over the edge. He kissed the back of my neck as his cock throbbed it’s final few pulses inside of me, and then slipped out. From there he surprised me by putting a diaper on me instead of a butt plug, and then lifted me off of the bed. I guess at that point my insides were well and truly flooded so no matter what leaked out, I was still going to get pregnant. I got dressed and he led me out of the hospital to the car. Once buckled inside and on the road home, he looked sideways at me. “I can’t believe what a slut you are.” I paused for a second. He didn’t have any disdain in his tone. Was it admiration? “Hey, I only did what you made me do. It all came from your twisted mind,” I teased. “True,” he laughed. “Keep that diaper on for a couple of hours, then take it off and lick up whatever leaks out of that sloppy pighole of yours.” I just sort of raised my eyebrows at him. It’s not like I wouldn’t have done it, anyway, it was just curious that he said it before I thought of it. “On second thought, keep it on until I come over later. I want to watch,” he said with a huge grin.

Yesterday I went to the afternoon session at Pants at central station London. One guy fucked me a few times and for ages but didn't cum, leaving my arse really hot, relaxed and desperate for cum. Eventually I hooked up with tall slim guy with nice thick cock. After a bit of play he slipped his semi-hard cock into me as I bent over a table in middle of room. He fucked me nicely for a while and I was moaning in pleasure, then pulled out. I didn't think he had cum, but another guy commented to me that he had seen cum dripping from my arse and his cock. Sure enough I slid my finger into my arse and found it running with cum. He must have given me a big load as I am still farting it out this morning. The smell alone makes me hard and horny again.

Went today to Pennine sauna, it was packed, so much bare fucking, i got fucked 7 times and got 5 deposits of cum in my arse, got fucked in dark steam room, dark room and on a bed at massage table. Greatday, i was only there for 2 hours.

Next chapter...enjoy. ________________________________ Chapter 16) A Friday late afternoon, weeks later, I sat in the window seat of Mike’s and my room, staring out at the blazing fall foliage in the autumnal light, watching the first few leaves begin to drift off the trees. It would be winter soon…and I felt bored, restless. Aimless, like I didn’t know what to do with myself. I’d read ahead in my anthropology text and Western civilization text, and I didn’t feel like reading more, not even a mystery novel or a fashion website. My midterm papers were already written, and I was all caught up on my English assignments and trigonometry class. With Carlos’ help, math made sense for the first time in my life. I was even considering taking calculus to fill out my math/science requirements, something that would have been unthinkable in high school. I’d gotten As and Bs, but a lot of it was just rote memorization. Now I felt as if I had an actual grasp on what I was learning, that some new synapses had grown. Maybe it was the result of getting fucked on a regular basis? I was listening to some of my favorite music, Beethoven, Haydn and Chopin, which perversely made me feel…what was the word? Sad? Not quite…melancholy, that was it. I knew music could affect my emotions, told myself to switch over to some Top 40 or the obscure European dance music I liked, but I didn’t feel in the mood for that either. I could feel the slight chill through the window – the house was drafty – so I’d borrowed one of Mike’s hoodies to wear, doubly comforting because it smelled like him. I leaned back closed my eyes, inhaled Mike’s scent and hummed along with the recording playing over my earbuds. A soft kiss on my cheek startled me, and my eyes popped open to see Mike grinning at me. I pulled out my earbuds. “Hey, Michaelicious,” I said. “Hey back, honey. Scoot over.” When I sat up and started to move to my right, he said, “No, stay in the same position, just move forward so that I can slip in,” I did as he asked, and then he was pulling me back against him. One of his legs stayed braced on the floor – there wasn’t really enough room, it was a tight fit. But nice to have Mike wrapped around me, better than just a hoodie. I kissed and nuzzled his right hand before settling my head comfortably on his chest. “You okay?” he asked. “Sure, I’m fine. Why?” “You look a little down, and I’ve seen you sitting like this a lot lately.” “I’ve always wanted a window seat.” “Uh-huh,” he said with affectionate skepticism. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” I made a face. “I don’t what to do with myself.” Mike pulled me back against him, “I can think of a few things…” “No, not that. Even though I love being with you. I mean what am I going to do with my life?” “Finish school, get a job like the rest of us?” Mike offered. “Get a job doing what? I haven’t declared a major. I like my classes well enough, but nothing jumps out at me as a career.” “I thought you’d be a lawyer or a journalist. You’ve got a great way with words, and win almost every argument. I should know,” he said and kissed the top of my head. “Ugh, anything but either of those. If I go into law or become any kind of writer I’ll always be either ‘Ken Leibowitz’ boy’ or ‘Mimi Sachs’ son.’ Everything I do will be compared to them.” He held me for a few minutes, stroking my arms. “Well, you still have time to figure things out. You’re only 18.” I sighed, dissatisfied. “We need to cheer you up. Why don’t I get the guys together, and we’ll…” I interrupted, “Could we just have a date night? The two of us? I’ve hardly dated, I’d like to try it.” “Sure. Why didn’t you say anything before?” I shrugged. “Didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.” “They won’t be hurt. The others have one-on-one dates, why not us? What do you want to do?” “Nothing fancy. Pizza and a movie? Maybe ice cream afterwards…and then of course come back here and…you know.” “Sounds like a plan.” Mike worked hard to be amusing and funny, and that underlined the problem. The pizza was pretty good, we had my obligatory movie snack of M&Ms during the film and I got a triple scoop of ice cream (chocolate, coffee and vanilla with chocolate sauce). And I enjoyed being alone with him someplace other than in bed. The movie was engrossing, making me forget for a little while how…oh, all right, how depressed I felt. Maybe it was the aftershocks of everything else that had happened? The court case was currently stalled as both sides filed motions and counter-motions, argued about venue for the trial and various other issues. Mike had borrowed Ike’s car, and as we drove back after finishing up the ice cream, he said, “Feeling any better, honey?” “Yeah, thanks.” I paused a minute. “When we were in the middle of everything at the beginning of the semester, I had a purpose. I was going to take down Daddy Scorpio and his friends so that we could figure out how we wanted to be with each other and just what Alpha Iota Delta Sigma should be. By the way, I still think we should change that fucking name. I mean A.I.D.S – hello? Anyway, I didn’t have much time to think about anything else.” “What do you mean?” Mike asked. “I hadn’t planned on coming here, I hadn’t even applied. When I didn’t get into Yale, out of nowhere Mom and Dad said that they didn’t want me to stay in New York, then Dad gave me his speech about his needing to show confidence in this place. That eliminated the schools in New York where I’d been accepted. Dad used his connections here to get me in at the last minute, technically after the deadline. Meeting you was the best thing that happened to me after I got here.” Mike smiled broadly. “Of course it was.” I rolled my eyes. “Not that you’re biased or anything. Now it’s just the grind of school work,” I continued “which is going fine. But that doesn’t feel like enough. In New York I had all kinds of extracurricular activities, all in the name of getting in some fancy college and then that didn’t happen. It’s weird to have too much time on my hands – that’s not the problem most freshmen have.” “Darr, you’ve been through a ton of shit, it won’t kill you to relax. There are worse things than not having enough to do. Or than not being totally over-scheduled is what it sounds like to me.” “I suppose so,” I sighed not really convinced. That had been the norm among my Manhattanite peers. We were all hyper-competitive, compulsive over-achievers. “You’ve already decided what you’re doing, right?” Mike thought a minute. “It’s totally bizarre that we’ve spent so much time together and never asked each other ‘what’s your major’? I planned on doing pre-med, but after getting HIV didn’t think it was a good idea.” “Why not?” “For one thing, how many people want to risk contracting an infection if I fuck up and somehow prick myself with a needle and infect them? For another, it didn’t seem like a good idea to be in medical settings where I could catch all kinds of stuff since I’m immune-compromised. And then I realized that the majority of body fluids make me nauseated.” “That last one would pretty much rule out anything but psychiatry, I suppose. So what are you thinking of doing now?” “I like science, was thinking about pharmaceutical research developing drugs. But I also took the LSATs last spring and did really well. After watching your uncle…” “We’re not really related,” I interjected. Mike sighed. “Fine, whatever. Watching him made me think that I’d like to do something with law. Maybe international law or working with victims of trafficking or abuse.” I felt a twisting in my gut. “Where are you going to apply?” “For sure the law school here, but my scores and grades are good enough, I might try University of Pennsylvania or Columbia University, maybe even Yale.” I wanted him to do well, but I didn’t want to be separated. If he went to Columbia I could visit him during school holidays, except that he’d probably be away visiting his family. U Penn? If Yale wouldn’t have me, I doubt U Penn would either. And Yale? Fuggedaboutit. They’d made it clear, ivy-league material I’m not. Mike parked Ike’s car, we got out and started up the steps. Just before we went in the door, he took me in his arms and said “I hope you kiss on the first date.” That made me laugh, and I said with mock-seriousness, “I don’t want you think I’m easy.” He pressed his mouth against mine, and we shared our first official post-date kiss. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. “See, I knew you’d think I was easy.” “You’re not easy,” Mike said as we walked in. “Oh?” He grabbed me, pushed me up against the door, and gave me a kiss that left me gasping. “You’re the cutest guy I’ve ever met.” What could I do but smile at him? “And I’m totally irresistible,” he finished. “Not that you’re biased or anything,” I said yet again. Mike gave me a grin that could only be described as devilish, and hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Hey!” I exclaimed laughing. “This is what I wanted to do when you first walked in to the house,” he said as he went up the stairs. “Really, it’s what I wanted to do when we first talked at orientation.” I was giggling. “So it would have been, ‘Hi, nice to meet you, let’s fuck?’” “Just about,” Mike said, and smacked my butt. He carried me into our bedroom, set me down, and lit a few candles. Then he took a bottle of white wine out of the mini-fridge I’d brought with me, produced a couple of wine glasses, uncorked the bottle, and poured us each a glass full. He handed me mine, and we clinked glasses. “To the most beautiful guy I’ve ever met,” he said. “To my irresistible boyfriend,” I answered, and we sipped wine together. “Why don’t we get comfortable?” Mike said, taking the glass of wine from me and setting it alongside his on the night stand. Then he started unbuttoning my shirt; once he had it open all the way, he slid his hands inside and caressed my torso, pulling me close for a wet, open-mouthed kiss, trailing kisses over my jaw and to my real erogenous zone: my neck. He slowly stripped the shirt off of me, then pushed me back on the bed to pull my shoes off, followed by my jeans and underwear. He shrugged out of his flannel shirt and toed off his running shoes, but when he started to unbuckle his belt, I said “Let me. Please?” He grinned. “Whatever you want, honey.” I sat at the edge of the bed, and pressed my face against his hardening dick, gently biting, then sniffing, kissing and licking. Mike groaned gutturally, and pulled my head more securely against him. Then he released my head and slowly turned around, pushing his ass in my face. “Worship it, Darr, worship my ass.” I was more than happy to; after having done it with Carlos, I’d fantasized about doing it with Mike. I’d worried he’d think it was too weird, but apparently that wasn’t the case. I pressed my face against the soft, worn denim that covered his butt and inhaled loudly. “That’s it sweetheart, inhale…deep,” Mike demanded. His musky scent filled my nostrils, and excited me even more than I already was. My dick was rock-hard. “Do you like it?” he asked. I moaned in response. “Now kiss it…let me hear you,” he ordered. After a minute of that, he turned around and rubbed his bulge against my face. “See what you’ve done to me? Kiss my cock, now my balls.” I did as ordered. Mike unzipped his jeans; it turned out he’d gone commando. His huge, hard cock sprang out as soon as he’d opened his zipper. I kissed and licked the shaft and his balls, pushing his jeans down, so he could step out of them. I kept going, running my lips and tongue over his crotch, behind his balls, and then buried my face in his butt, sniffing, kissing, licking. Mike reached around and pulled my head against his butt and moved his hips as if he were already thrusting inside of me. Then he was turning around, pulling me to my feet and then we were falling onto the bed with him on top, our mouths fused. He was impatiently pushing my legs apart, pulling my right leg over his shoulder while I wrapped the left one around his waist. He grabbed the ever-present jar of Vaseline, lubed himself and me and pushed inside my welcoming asshole. He pulled back slowly and then thrust with exquisite deliberation, angling his dick so that he was massaging my prostate. I groaned into his mouth, and he answered with a groan of his own. I joined in his rhythm, pushing up towards him as he thrust in, pulling back a little as he pulled out. He smelled of the sandalwood soap and shampoo he used. I could feel the delicate rasp of his whiskers against my face, neck and chest as he kissed and licked my shoulders. I kissed and licked his biceps, let my hands stray over his back and butt to feel the muscles working. We tasted and touched and kissed and caressed, stoking the heat that grew between us. “I want to make every time as good for you as it for me,” he whispered breathlessly, “but I don’t think anything could feel as good as your ass does around my cock.” I smiled and covered his face and neck with kisses. “Harder,” I murmured. He began to thrust more strongly, and then hit the most sensitive spots on my neck, right next to my Adam’s apple. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, “it’s probably all wrong, but one of the things that turns me on the most is that I’m fucking you raw and you’re negative and I’m positive…it’s like taking your virginity whenever we fuck.” The poz talk unleashed my not-so-inner cumslut. “Fill me, breed me, don’t stop,” I demanded. “I need your charged cum inside of me.” He was driving his cock into me, impaling me with his huge, hard, veiny dick, and began to grunt with each thrust. I felt the buzz of my climax start, but couldn’t locate the exact place: was it my ass or my dick? Then he rammed into me three times hard, his dick spasmed inside of me and I knew he was coating my insides with his dirty cum as I shot my own load, hitting myself in the face as always. He pulled back and licked the cum off my face. “You taste so sweet. That’s why I call you ‘honey’,” he said. I chuckled, hugging him closer. “And you’re my Michaelicious.” We were both still panting, the aftershocks of orgasm echoing through us as we relaxed. Mike slipped carefully out of my butt, reached for the wine and grabbed a bag of chocolates from the nightstand drawer: dark chocolate with raspberry, my favorite. Unwrapping one and feeding it to me, Mike then took one for himself. Sipping wine and eating chocolate: the ultimate in sybaritic indulgence. “This is what I wish our first time together had been,” he said, “you, me, candles and romance.” We kissed again; I could taste chocolate mixed with wine and Mike. The discontent I’d felt earlier hadn’t quite gone, but it was pushed to the background. What did it matter, really? I had Mike, and right now that was enough.

Part 5: Sam and my dad were both naked and fully erect. Sam came over to me and started to kiss me deeply as my dad moved behind me and started massaging my lower back and my ass. HE slowly spread my legs apart as I continued to kiss Sam and then he started to work his fingers into my hole. His fingers while coated in lube were slowly loosening my hole up and with what I now know his fingernails were sharp to rough up my hole further and once he saw blood on the nails he smiled back at Sam and James. James in the meantime was leaking precum waiting for the signal to join in but my dad had one thing in mind before he would allow James to fuck me. He had bought one of those “Cruel” condoms with the metal sheath and wanted James to wear it and fuck me to ensure the toxic seed took and to impress upon me that the only way to fuck is to bareback. James got this evil grin on his face as my dad put the cruel condom on his cock and then stood up and gave James a deep French kiss. When done he whispered to James to complete the family and with that James came behind me and slowly pressed his cock deep into my hole I was in pain I had never felt before as James started fucking me and the pain had me on the verge of tears when my father started whispering in my ear that it’s all going to be great soon. We are going to be one happy family and with his words the need to cry seemed to disappear and I turned to him and kissed him deeply. As my dad and me continued to kiss I heard James say he was cumming and he proceeded to explode in me. When he pulled out the cruel condom was pink in color and Same said James had done well and then Sam immediately proceeded to push his rock hard cock into me and brutally fuck my ass as well. I was rock hard from all the fucking and my dad then took my cock and started to suck it and before I knew it I was cumming in his mouth. Dad then proceeded to kiss me again and I could take my cum on his lips and he said that when my cum was toxic it would taste even sweeter. I drifted off to sleep thinking about how my life was changing.

All of the characters in this story are fictional and of legal age to participate in any and all sexual acts depicted within. If drugs, gay sex or straight guys getting bred offends you, then go away and knit or something. Chapter one Wanting, Taking, Having Almost one hundred and thirty years ago, Oscar Wilde wrote ‘I can resist anything except temptation,’ so chances are he wasn’t referring to me specifically. Still, I often wonder if somehow he knew, or at least had some inkling about the temptations that guys like me deal with daily. God knows I try to be good but I haven’t been able to say no since the first time I tried tina. Unlike a lot of guys I know, I am not what you’d call a meth whore. My habits tend more toward pot and booze, but every few months I will engage in a rare weekend of puffing, playing and eventually pounding ass like it’s my last night on earth. This wouldn’t be quite so surprising if I wasn’t so clean cut and innocent looking. Truth is my unsuspecting demeanor and outer appearance are a product of my genetics and small town upbringing, while my perverted party-loving personality was a more recent development caused by a mix of curiosity, help from a friend and…temptation. During my late teens, I discovered parTying when I was hanging with a dude I’d met at a very cruisy public bathroom near my house. The whispers around the lockerroom filled my head with ideas as guys shared stories of forbidden sex acts in the dark stalls after dark, stories they attributed to buddies and older brothers, but likely came from personal experience. Each rumored blow job or hand job made my imagination run wild, and when my latest girl friend refused to go further than some groping through my shorts, I gave in and took a detour through the park to find out just how true these rumors were. Part of me expected to walk through the rusting metal doors and find nothing more than a stinky, poorly-maintained park restroom, and I wasn’t disappointed. Both stinky and poorly-maintained were the perfect descriptors for the small concrete block building, they just failed to describe the contents of the building: horny, sweaty men engaged in all sorts of depraved sex acts. Dim light from the one working light near the sink was more than enough to show me a collection of hot cocks filling palms and mouths at every doorless cubicle. Nervous and unsure of myself, I walked to the closest urinal and whipped out my dick, trying to piss with a full blown hard on. I willed my cock to go soft before anyone noticed, but no such luck as an older man stepped up to the urinal next to me and unzipped Glancing over, I tried to act nonchalant while memorizing the sight of the large uncut meat the man was stroking. My gaze floated up to his face and I realized he wasn’t even trying to look away, staring hard at my teen meat while licking his lips. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed my cock and swallowed it whole before I could stop him…not that I was going to, of course. Sensations shot from my penis up my spine and into my brain, eliciting a moan and a scream before I unloaded down his gullet in under a minute flat. Smiling, the man stood up, produced a business card, shoved it in my pocket and told me to let him know the next time I needed more service. Outside on a bench, I retrieved the card and squinted to read it by the lamplight overhead. All it had was the man’s first name “Dave,” with a phone number and email address. Balling it up, I almost threw it away when I heard another groan from the bathroom, and decided to pocket it instead. It took Dave some time and a few very dirty chat sessions to convince me to finally meet him at his house. Up ‘til then I had only been back to the bathroom twice, but I gave in when he showed me some photos of a few of the guys he’d invited to join us. It was still almost five months later before Dave tried to convince me to smoke tina. I’d seen him smoke it with some of the other guys and he’d made it clear I could join in if I wanted to, but I was still young and innocent and thought that all drugs were bad (thanks, school propaganda). One night, a few months later, he had me and another guy over to play, and after plying me with weed and some strong drinks, Dave offered again. Even though I’d declined numerous times before, he was always polite enough to offer. As usual I started to say no, but before I could, the third guy stopped me and insisted I try it. Turns out he was not just there to play, he was also Dave’s dealer, and he was touting how amazing this stuff was, swearing that I’d “never find anything better for your first REAL high.” I am not sure if my response surprised me or Dave more, but for some reason, I said okay. Nervous and scared, I listened as the dealer, Aaron, explained what to do with the pipe. Watching him fill the bowl with white crystals, my mind was spinning wondering what the hell I was getting myself into and not hearing a single word Aaron was saying. I tried to watch what he did and imitate him, but after it took three or four tries to light the torch, I was too eager and didn’t wait for the crystals to melt and ended up getting nothing. “Here, lemme do it bro,” Aaron took the torch and pipe and held them in front of me, showing me exactly what to do. “Okay Rhett, hit it…now.” While I inhaled the clean white smoke, my mind began comparing it to pot, noting how much cleaner it tasted and wondering how much I should take. As I exhaled, all of that disappeared, along with any other thoughts in my head, replaced with just one idea: must smoke more! Within seconds I knew I’d be hitting it as much and as deep as I could that night. The only thing I knew I wanted more than the tina was cock… and lots of it. By the time the party ended, almost 24 hours had passed and I’d fucked both guys twice and sucked them off a couple times. My parents were furious that I’d disappeared so long, but I told them some lame story about my car breaking down way out in the boonies where I had no cell service, and spending the night on the backseat waiting for someone to stop and help me. Their anger became concern and I ended up with a new phone from the deal. It freaked me out how much I liked partying. So much so that I stayed away from Dave and any and all drugs for three months before getting a text including a picture of Aaron and Dave shirtless while the back of some guy’s head sat at their feet, groping their bulges. Once again, temptation got the best of me and I was headed back to his house. Just a few hits and I found myself pounding Dave’s ass while Aaron screwed some twink I recognized from my school’s drama club. Before tina, I would never have let a guy I knew see me like that, but now I could care less.

The following is completely true. I had planned for my evening to follow my rules: I would spend days looking at BBRT and breeding.zone and fantasize about really letting loose, really indulging my desires, but afterwards I would always return to Earth, chastising myself for getting worked up over such risky stuff. I went to Club Orlando as an outlet, a place to get a taste of what I wanted, but I gave myself two simple rules: first, I wouldn't allow anyone fuck me bareback, and second, if I found myself so frustrated that I was on the threshold of making bad decisions, I would simply get myself off - or leave. In the dark room of the maze there is a fuck bench of sorts. I stood near the end of the bench as I was somewhat selective, and certainly wasn't offering my bare hole to the entire room. I saw three other men bent over on the table, and as the room was quickly filing up, I took several huge hits from my poppers, just to keep me on edge. I guess I was feeling optimistic as, before I entered the dark room I had lubed up my ass, and was holding two magnum condoms - just in case. I wasn’t getting much attention, but then again, I was standing still at end of the fuck bench. Just then two older white guys walked through the door way. Each man sported an enormous dick. The two men immediately selected a bottom from the fuck bench and slid in. Both of the tops and the two bottoms were very vocal. Between the general scene and the poppers I was very excited, so when I felt a bare cock between my cheeks I was more than willing to accommodate, but still I managed to maintain my self-imposed rule and handed the guy a condom. The top accepted the condom but made no move to put it on. Instead he pinched my tits, nibbled my neck and rhythmically pushed at my hole - insistently. I was enjoying being played with definitely wasn't interested in getting fucked bareback, so I kept squirming my hole out of the path of his cock head, only to find it returned within seconds, seeking entrance. The intense fucking near us had me really turned on, and the man behind me used both hands to grab my hips and pin me against the fuck bench. I wasn’t ready for it, nor did I think he would all but rape me in a crowded room, still I grunted in pain and surprise as his dick, which was longer and thicker than I had expected, opened up my ass. Bareback. In all honesty I was so completely turned on I barely offered any resistance. The top fucked me for several seconds, using very long strokes. Although his technique was utterly amazing, reality still came crashing home - he was fucking me bareback, even as I gripped the second condom in my hand. I lurched off of him and pushed away at him a bit. As he left the darkroom into the main section of the maze I caught a glimpse of his silhouette: he was an older black man. I was incredibly flustered, the fucking had felt amazing but condoms are a reasonable precaution. I wasn’t ready to leave and took a few more hits of poppers. The older men pulled out of the asses they were fucking and moved down the line, one to the bottom his friend had just fucked, and the other to me. Without question or preamble he started trying to work his big fucking cock into my asshole bare. My hole was so ready it practically sucked at his cock head and I felt an overwhelming desire for it to stretch me wide. I handed the condom back and pressed it against his leg, and he took an arm and bent me over the table. As I was pressed down I felt his cock reach the perfect angle, and my hole stretched wide and open. He fucked his entire cock into me and when his hips hit my cheeks I sprayed cum all over the table. He fucked me with a vengeance, and it felt so good I didn’t bother offering any resistance. I felt him tense up and panicked as the unmistakable feel of a cock pumping cum filled my insides. He pulled his dripping and cummy cock out of me and another set of hands kept me from moving as his companion slipped into me. This one was about as long but much thicker at the head. It felt impossibly amazing working into me, and I felt cum gush down my cheeks and legs as it spurted out around his monster dick. His pace quickened and I felt him add another load of cum to my insides. He pulled out and I heard an audible plop as a gob of cum hit the floor. I was gasping and panting, having spent the past few minutes being fucked like an animal. I saw a young black guy near me, stroking a nice sized cock, and locked in the moment I shuffled my ass towards him and impaled myself on it. He made no effort to stop me and I worked my cummy hole all the way down his shaft. Between the previous big cocks and their loads it was effortless to work his whole cock in and out. He came in less than a minute, and I noticed another man was stroking next to us, so I shifted and was then filled with by the cock of a stranger. I tightened the grip on the condom in my hand as he shot his load into my ass. I left in a panic. Two weeks have passed, and while I haven't yet returned to the bathhouse, there is no doubt in my mind it was the best gay sex I have ever had.

Last summer, my boy and I took a vacation to Europe together. It was one of those packages, seeing a different city every day for a week and a half before flying home. We thought it would be exhilarating, but it turned out to be exhausting. When passing through Berlin, we decided to separate from the group and see the gay neighborhood. I had sort of hoped we’d get up to some naughty fun so I brought a small tube of lube and condoms in my shirt pocket, just in case. I bet there was a place where I could fuck him, safely, with maybe a few strangers watching. The very idea got my cock stirring. We fuck bare in private, but I didn’t want any strangers to think my boy was a slut who took all loads… We wound up in a two-level club with a sign proclaiming CRUISING BASEMENT. The street level bar looked like a normal bar, except with flat screen televisions playing bareback porn. There was a set of stairs at the back of the bar down to what must have been the cruising area. We were both kind of nervous being there, with nothing like that in our hometown, or even in most big cities in America for that matter. We quickly downed two large beers each in quick succession. We joked about exploring downstairs and seeing what trouble we could get into. Maybe some beers would help ease our angst and loosen us up a bit. My boy asked the bartender where the restroom was, and he gestured with a wink to the dark staircase. I knew he had to take a piss and he got up to head downstairs as I ordered another beer. A few minutes went by. Then a few minutes more passed. I was halfway through my beer and needed to take a piss myself. I gulped down the rest of my drink, paid our tab, grabbed my boy’s untouched beer and headed to find him. I found the bathroom, surprisingly clean and well-lit. No sign of my boy. I took a piss into a stainless steel trough urinal, holding my boy’s beer with one hand and my streaming cock in the other. I felt someone come up behind me, and press his crotch into my ass. I melted into him as he reached around and shook the last droplets from my dick. He pulled way, knelt down and took me into his mouth, moaning as he deep-throated me, occasionally holding up a bottle of poppers to huff. I like good head as much as anyone, but I was worried about my boy. I pulled the guy off my now-wet dick and backed out of the bathroom. The guy stayed on his knees grinning at me as I headed into the darkness to rescue my boy if he needed rescuing or to join in some raunchy, hopefully safe fun. In the darkness, I followed the sound of whispers and groans down a short hallway where I found my boy in an open doorway, leaning out and moaning, with his eyes closed. I reached out to feel his chest. His shirt was pulled up behind his neck. He clenched his eyes and I ran my hand down to his crotch. It was so dark that I could barely see that his pants were at his ankles, and someone was eating his ass. I grabbed my boy’s hard cock and he swatted my hand away. I cleared my throat and he opened his eyes. He reached out to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, supporting his weight as the stranger worked his ass. My boy whispered, or rather hissed into my ear "Is it okay if he fucks me?" I murmured approval, extracted the condom from my pocket, and handed it to the top who stood up and started slapping his sizeable dick against my boy’s wet ass crack. Of course I expected him to pull on the condom, but instead he scoffed and threw it to the dirty ground, pushed my boy’s back down so it was parallel to the floor, and his ass arched up. My boy grabbed onto my waist with both arms as the stranger lurched forward. My boy yelped and I knew the top had entered him raw. Just then the guy who had briefly blown me in the bathroom stepped out of the darkness and held his bottle of poppers under my boy’s nostrils. My boy huffed deep and held his breath. Had I been thinking clearly, I might have tried to stop it, but I was honestly too turned on. The top pounding my boy’s raw ass went at it for about thirty seconds, only to mutter "Too tight. Gonna make me breed him too soon." Then giving a disapproving grimace he pulled out and disappeared into the shadows. My boy was dizzy from the experience. I grasped both of his hands and led him towards a deep bench against a wall. I sat down and he collapsed, face first into my lap, thinking he would take a quick nap, but I was wrong. He shimmied my pants down and swallowed my hard dripping cock to the root. I was still wet with the poppers guy’s spit. I knew there were other guys around. I could hear them whispering, and kissing, and sucking, and fucking. Knowing that at least some of them were watching really got me hot. The guy with the poppers had followed us and knelt down behind my boy, diving into his freshly-fucked ass with his tongue. My boy moaned on my dick. The guy lapped away for a few moments and then crouched down behind him. From my place on the bench, I watched as his aimed his raw cock into my boy’s willing ass. My boy squealed as he took another raw anal assault. The poppers guy took a huff and then leaned over my boy, making him do the same, and then offering them to me. I took the bottle and inhaled very deeply as the poppers guy's pace picked up only to halt. I knew he was firing his cum into my boy’s bare hole. He slapped my boy’s sweaty, and now cummy ass and pulled out. I thought he’d go away, but he leaned towards my boy and whispered with his thick German accent, theatrically so everyone around could hear "Good thing that other guy didn’t blow his load inside you. He’s POZZED up more than a few tourists here." He chuckled as my boy fisted his cock, his moans announcing he himself was close to cumming. The poppers guy laid down on his back, under my boy, on that filthy sticky floor, gobbling down my boy’s cock just in time to swallow his load. Just then, the first guy, the hulking POZ one, crept out of the darkness again. His huge cock was still wet and shiny, either from my boy’s hole or from some other bottom in the basement darkness. He slapped it against my boy’s cummy crack a few times, leered at me, and slammed all the way in. My boy tried to swallow my dick, but the top was so aggressive that he mostly just moaned with an open mouth around the head. He fucked my boy hard and quick for no more than two minutes. He cursed in Dutch, or German maybe, a few times before quickening his pace and then pounding six times with decreasing speed, filling my boy with toxic seed. It got me super close to going over the edge. My boy felt my nuts tightening up and pulled off my cock. The POZ top disappeared and the poppers guy just laughed as I pulled away and got behind my boy, marveling at the cum streaking down his thighs and the low light glistening on his sweaty back. I slid easily into is loose sloppy hole and came after five seconds. My boy threw his head back and lost another load into the poppers guy’s eager mouth. My boy stood up on his trembling legs and threw his arms around me, kissing me deeply. He growled into my ear "We gotta get out of here, and fast, or I’m going to wind up taking every load in this basement." "And what would be so bad about that?" I asked. He kissed me hard, grinned and waved at me, and backed away into the darkness….

Hey AIDS Bro's in Los Angeles !! Taking it all into my body man...getting as diseased possible and craving another AIDS toxic buddy !! Off meds for 3 + years and have lots of STD's to share and swap with other TOXIC Bro's. Total Darkside pig with a good body and lots of wannabe's here craving taking my cum and blood but few TOXIC AIDS buds like us!!! WOOOF Dale

I'm Scottish, though I've been based in London for many years. I find English lads, especially younger ones, increasingly willing to bend over and offer their arses for a bareback fuck. The same with young German lads - I love fucking with German lads and generally find they're well up for doing it bb. Also Turkish guys seem to fuck without a condom with no hesitation - I've been fucked by quite a few Turkish guys in Germany and the last time I was in Berlin I fucked a young Turkish lad in the Tiergarten and shot a load up his arse. The last two Scottish lads I've fucked also both took my bare cock and my load. One was a 21 year old student and the other a mid 30s ginger lad who met up with me while his boyfriend was at work.

I don't understand. Why do you wanna be on that to begin with? Why don't you want AIDS?

Latin-Asian Mixed College slut fuck boi visiting Chicago for his 1st Gangbang on Aug 12 and 13. My pussy needs to get used by horny hung tops and filled to overflowing. I like it rough and hard. I wanna split open. My mouth and hole are there for you to use. I'd love to take at least 30 loads on this night. Fuck my hole for a long time like a CumDump. The nastier, the better. Fuck me rough and leave my cunt sloppy and gaping for the next cock. Use me however u want.

Don't think this is real amateur (considering the camera work), but loved how this nerdy guy got fucked by the big dicked muscle guy and the look of total bliss on the guy's face after he came. They both really enjoyed it by the looks of it. http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/young-nerd-fucked-26831741

Flexbtm, nothing very special. After my nephew's wedding, his brother has rented a suite in the hotel to continue the party after the reception. So friends of the groom and bride were invited (among them the bestman) and some cool family members (me). Very late in the night we were all wasted and stoned for many, and sexual tension was growing. Some were sleeping too wasted...among them the bestman. Those of us awake started to dare the others to fuck those sleeping...the bestman was fucked by at least 4 guys. Nobody knew my status so i kept it for myself and added my toxic cum in the bestman' sloppy hole. None of the 4 asked questions about status nor used condoms...all went bareback. I was told he got sick few weeks after the weeding ....hope he was converting.

Where do you guys find ur used condoms? I've been to the toilets that are known for meets but never any in there, good that people are going bb but I need some totally anon cum to empty in my arse.

Damn that's hot and man, the cock on that guy!

Berlin here I come!

Went today to Pennine sauna, it was packed, so much bare fucking, i got fucked 7 times and got 5 deposits of cum in my arse, got fucked in dark steam room, dark room and on a bed at massage table. Greatday, i was only there for 2 hours.

We read account after account of bottoms, including myself, describing how much we enjoy getting fucked and taking loads. But we very rarely hear from guys, not necessarily tops, describing how much they enjoy fucking and how they feel when they unload in a hole. Is it addictive? Like, after 1/2 hour or so they want to continue fucking?

Interesting question, would like to hear from tops too. Some tops fuck just to get off (could be a 2-minute job), some like sweaty sessions that take longer. I know this top who I met a few times now and he just loves fucking. Not cumming, fucking. He says he just loves to fuck and the feeling of it. He can more or less control when he comes and he loves to see me squirm. He can go on for hours. He says he is done when he cums. No sloppy seconds so that is why he postpones cumming for as long as he can/wants. Most of the times that is great and sometimes he makes me cum a few times during a very long session. But one time when I felt my hole really getting sore and my nuts were completely empty I thought : "Fucking cum already!". I didn't complain or tell him though, I let him finish when he liked. Maybe that is why I had repeats with him (not too often yet though, he doesn't live really close). How indeed do other tops feel about fucking?

Interlude (non sexual and I'll try to keep it brief, but it's important) After my visit to Steve's home, I went back to spend the last few weeks of pre-college summer with my family at the cabin. My aunt and uncle, mom and dad and my brother. It was a good time, but also highly sexually frustrating. I felt like I couldn't do anything gay or sexual around my family. I felt so ashamed of the things I had done and even more ashamed of how it still turned me on when I thought about the sexual encounters I'd had. Steve called once and we talked but he could tell I was being guarded. He spoke for awhile on his end of the phone and asked leading questions so I would only need to say yes or no in response. He understood my situation and urged me to use this time to come out to my parents. He said they might be great or they might totally suck. He convinced me that I couldn't go away to college and keep my feelings and relationships separate from my family. He said it would be like living 2 lives and I'd never feel whole in either one. I agreed with him as I wiped the tears away that streamed down my face. That night my aunt and uncle went into town to meet friends for dinner. I took the opportunity to tell my family. My father stared at his plate, my mother cried and my brother asked me to pass the corn. My father is very religious. He stared at his plate for a long time and then slammed his fist on the table. He said, "You're weak. You've always been weak. You will always be weak. This is just more proof that you will fail at life. I'm glad I have at least one son who isn't a total failure." He got up and left the table and did not speak to me the rest of the time at the cabin. He sat in the back and looked over the woods. My mother cried and cried. He talked about how I would die from AIDS, how I would never have children, how I would never marry, how I would always be lonely and never really be in a relationship. She mostly cried and told me how lonely I would be and how sorry she was that I was gay. The rest of the time at the cabin she would watch me with pity in her eyes. My brother just kept eating. He said nothing. Later he asked me to go for a run. We went on my route into Cooperstown and back. We pushed each other to a heavy pace. We didn't talk. It felt good to run and let all the feelings seep out of my body like sweat. We ran every day after that. Never speaking, just running. He would banter, of course. But, to my brother, my being gay didn't matter because it didn't interfere with his world. As long as we still did things together that he enjoyed, I was no different than I was prior to coming out. The summer at the cabin was finally at an end. My aunt took me aside and said my parents had told them I came out. She hugged me and said to call her if I ever needed to talk. She urged me to use condoms. She said she knew so many beautiful young men like me who died in the 80s and 90s. She said, AIDS is horrible. Please promise me that you will use condoms. I'll never forget one phrase, "I love you and I don't want to bury you." She hugged me tightly and I cried some. My uncle came in and put his hand on my back. He gave me an envelope of money and said thanks for taking care of the cabin. We love you very much. One week later I was at Tulane University in New Orleans for my first semester of college.

HoT, hoT, hoT!!! Nice imprompTu parTy!!!

I awoke a few hours later in complete darkness. For a second I wondered where I was, but it all came flooding back when I felt the dull ache in my ass, and realised I was tied to a bed. I tried to cry out but all that came out was a low moan, my mouth was stuffed with a dirty rag. I lay in the darkness for another 20 minutes or so before I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened for a moment and I heard two men enter. I recognised the first voice as my rapist, however had no idea who the second man was. I struggled on the bed and tried to turn onto my back. "Don't move bitch, or I'll slap your ass so fucking hard. I'm making business arrangements." I froze. Business arrangements? "He's all yours for $50, only rule is when you give him back he's still got to be usable for another client." I heard my rapist say. "Yeah no worries dude, he should still be in one piece." The unfamiliar voice laughed. With that, I heard the door open and close again. I sensed I was left in the dark with the stranger. As I lay in the darkness I felt the bed sag as he sat next to me, I could smell whiskey and cigarettes on his clothes. I jumped as I felt him cup the end of the butt plug holding my rapists cum in me. "You're one dirty bitch" he muttered, fondling my ass and cock. I tried to moan and pull away, but all that earn't me was a slap across the ass. "We are gonna have some fun tonight, I bought your cute little ass for $50 and I intend on getting my monies worth." I felt the bed lift as he got up, I heard him in the darkness taking off his clothes. Before I knew it I felt the weight of him on my back, he felt heavy and I could feel his beer gut pressing against my back. His smell was suffocating, a mix of cigarettes and BO. I felt him reach down and remove the butt plug, I felt the cool air for a moment against my distorted hole. That was quickly replaced by what felt like a huge leaky cock head pushing against my hole. "Give it up for me baby" he whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna work this into your hole one way or another so you might as well enjoy the ride." I thrashed on the bed, trying to move away from the huge invading pole resting against my no longer virgin hole. He slapped me in the side of the head, momentarily stunned I stopped moving, and as I did so I felt his huge snake enter my hole and slide down deep into me. "Mmmm fuck yeah, thats a good pussy." In the darkness I started to cry into the bed. I moaned in pain into the dirty rag as I felt his massive cock pump in and out of my hole. "You're going to love this cock baby, it's the one thats going to knock you up with my thick poz venom." I whimpered into the rag. "Shhh.." he whispered into my ear. "Remember I paid for this hole, so I'm not finishing until I've drained my balls into you tight little twat." With that he started to rough pound me into the mattress, I could feel his low hanging nuts slam into my limp cock with each thrust. I gave up and resigned myself to being his pussy hole. He must have sensed this in me as he leaned down, spat on me and said "I told you you were going to love this cock". He picked up the pace on my hole and I sensed that his breathing was changing, his balls were no longer slapping against me as they drew up, ready to inject their deadly load into my stretched and destroyed hole. "Uunnnkkm" he heaved as I felt his whole body go rigid. I felt the huge pole inside me go still for a moment, and then begin to pulse inside my hole. Jet after jet of hot poz cum flooded into my vulnerable hole. "TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD WHORE, I'M POZZING YOU RIGHT NOW." he screamed. He collapsed onto my back as I sobbed into the mattress. I felt him use his hips to push the toxic load deeper into me. After a few minutes I felt him lift off me, replace the butt plug and get dressed. "Good hole boy, I'm gonna recommend you to some friends." I heard the door open and close again. I was terrified and in the dark again, full of poz cum.

I attempted to post about this two weeks ago, but I don't think it went through, and I didn't save it, so here it is again... One night I was extremely horny, and decided to look for a top or two on craigslist, adam4adam, bbrt and Grindr. I replied to a top's ad on craigslist and he was interested in meeting up. But, he had some very specific instructions about what to wear, and where to go when I arrived. It was a very warm night, so I was told to wear loose fitting basketball shorts, a tank top, a jock strap, and a ball cap. I put on my black mesh b-ball shorts, and dark grey tank, my well-used jock strap, and a ball cap. He he gave me the address to his hotel which was about 20 minutes away, and told me to be sure to tell him when I was close, as I was to go to a certain place when I got there. When I was about 3 minutes away, I let him know, that I was close, and asked for his instructions on how to get in and for his room number. He told me where to park at the hotel, but didn't give me the room number. He said that nearby where I was to park, I would see an enclosed area that held the dumpsters; I was immediately worried, but also very curious. He went further, saying that right behind that area, I would notice lot of trees, and I could clearly see walking paths worn on the ground on either side, where people had walked in and out from behind there. I was instructed to go back there behind the dumpsters, where it actually opened up to a yard, but I was to keep moving straight ahead to the trees on the other side of that yard. Once I got there, I was to go into this area of trees, where I found that ground was clear and flat. I was instructed to remove all of my clothes except my shoes, jock, and ball cap, and to get on all fours, facing away from where I had entered this clearing. I did as instructed, and once I was on all fours, I took a big hit of my poppers, and waited... About two minutes later, I heard something or someone behind me and then, I felt it... I wasn't sure at first but, I was getting wet... the guy was pissing on my ass, and all over my back - it was incredibly hot! As he was pissing on me, I could feel it running down the crack of my ass and all around my hole and down my legs - I was immediately ROCK HARD. After he pissed on me, he lubed up his cock and began working it into my hungry hole. I took another hit of poppers, and then was able to take his big cock. He worked my ass over in a very methodical way, but then picked up his pace and I could tell he was close to shooting his load. He asked me where I wanted his load, and I begged him to breed my slutty whore cum-dump ass. He was glad to do it, and filled my ass up with a huge load of cum. Just as he was about to pull out, he said something, but I immediately realized that he wasn't talking to me - someone else was there... He said: "As soon as I pull my cock out of this slutty whore boy's hole, you need to get right in there and slide your fuckin' cock in!" I was again, immediately ROCK HARD, and I felt the two of them shift their positions, and then I felt an even thicker cock begin to enter my wet, cummy hole. As Top #2 began to fuck me, Top #1 came around in front of me, and stuck his cock in my face, and said: "Open up your mouth, slut." I gladly did so, thinking he was going to make me clean off his cummy cock with my mouth. Much to my surprise, when I attempted to take his cock into my mouth, he said: "oh no, boy... not yet... this comes first..." then he pissed in my mouth. Once he had finished emptying his piss, he then made me suck his cock. While I sucked him off, I could tell that Top #2 was getting close to cumming, and Top #1 said: "Be sure to breed this bitch whore with your hot load, man." Top #2 said: "Fuck yeah, dude... I'm cummin'!" Top #1 said: "Good, because I'm about to blow another load and I want to dump this one in his ass too!" So, as soon as Top #2 pulled out, Top #1 came around behind me and slide right into my cummy ass and shot his second load. While Top #1 was dumping again, Top #2 pissed all over my back, which ran down to me ass, and Top #1 fucked his hot piss into my hole too; that makes three cum loads and three piss load in less than 15 minutes! Once the two guys were done using me as their personal fuck slut and cum dump, Top #1 said to Top #2 that he was ready to go inside, and for him to come on - I guess they were actually together, which made me even more turned on. As they were leaving, Top #1 instructed me to stay there on all fours until he messaged me to tell me I could leave. I did as I was told, and stayed there, on all fours, with my cock still rock hard, even after I was sure they were gone. It's a good thing that I stayed in position because about 5 minutes later, I heard someone come up behind me and then start working a hard cock into my ass; another cock in my hole... I was in heaven! Without a word, he bred my still-hungry ass, and when he pulled out, pissed all over my gaping hole, and then slid his cock back in and pounded his piss into me. That was cum and piss load #4! Shortly after he left, Top #1 messaged me and told me that now that Top #3 had used my slutty cum dump ass, I was free to leave. Well, by now I was EXTREMELY horned up, so I quickly picked up my phone and posted an ad on craigslist with this title: "Cum Dump taking anon loads outside right now," and made sure to include a couple of pics. I then opened Grinder and looked to see who was nearby. I found a hot masculine daddy who needed to seed, and he agreed to come to find me. I gave him the instructions, and within about 8 minutes, he was sliding his hard cock into my wet, cummy, but still very hungry hole. He said he could smell the piss all over me, and that it was a total turn-on and wanted to piss on me after he came - I begged him to do so, and he did... four loads of cum and piss! As soon as Top #4 left, I checked my email... 8 responses to my ad! While I am not opposed to playing with older guys, three of them were not really my type and totally out of the range of ages that I am interested in, so I didn't answer them at all. The other five however were HOT, and I replied to them all, knowing that most likely only two would even think about showing up. Two were hot married white guys who were up late after their wives went to bed and really horny and needed to blow a hot load. I gave them both directions on where to find me, and they both said that they would be there soon. Shortly, I heard someone come up behind me, and a hand on my wet ass. He said: "Oh dude, this is fuckin' hot! I am going to fuck that ass and fill it up with my load. You want me load, you fuckin' slutty whore?" I said: "Yes, Sir; breed my fuckin' hole!" It was hardly two minutes and he was exploding inside me, and then pulling out. I could hear that he was starting to pull up his pants, but then said: "Oh, you like piss too, don't you?" I said: "Please give me your hot piss, Sir - anywhere you want to put it." He said: "okay slut, open that mouth..." and then he pissed in my mouth and all over my face. When he was finished, I was soaked and he was very satisfied. Five cum and piss loads! Almost immediately after Top #5 left, Top #6 arrived; he only wanted to fuck me, which he did, but he pulled out and shot his load all over my hole, which I also really like - it feels amazing as it hits my sensitive hole. After he finished shooting, I reached back to my ass and pushed his load into my ass with my finger... 6 cum loads & 5 piss loads. After Top #6 left, I checked my email again, and two of the other guys that had replied to my ad were on their way to me. These guys were both black and had really big cocks - I was still rock hard with anticipation of having these two use my slutty ass for their pleasure. They arrived at almost the same time, which was fine with both of them, and equally as fine with me! They both took turns sliding their hard cock in my hole or in my mouth, and both eventually bred my ass with very large loads. By this time, cum was literally running out of my hole and down my legs! As they were finishing up, Top#8 said he had to get going because he had to go to the bathroom so he could piss. When he said this, I reminded them both that I was also a total piss pig and that I would gladly take his piss where ever he wanted to put it. He acted a little shocked, and didn't seem to think that I was serious, and said: "Man, I don't know about that..." with that, Top #7 whipped out his cock and began pissing all over me, and told Top #8 he should do the same. I encouraged him to do it, and with a little coaxing, he happily pissed on me. He enjoyed it some much and was so turned on by it that he got rock hard and again, and while pissing, slid his hard cock into my hole and filled me up with the rest of it. FUCK - I got 8 loads of cum and 7 loads of piss! More to come...

Another lucky day for me. This poz detectable guy has been after for me for sometime to give me a good breeding. He asked me to come over to his place for a surprise. I showed up ,he kissed me passionately at the door. Immediately we were naked and he was rimming me real good. He had his tongue buried in my mancunt. I was going crazy ,he hit every spot. Then he greased me up and put the head of that poz beauty in me. He took his time til he was all the way in. He never broke stride as he keep a good pace. He the pulled out and said,now it's time. This huge black guy came from the othere room. His cock must've been 10 inches and thick. He was dripping precum ,which he fed me. He worked his way in me and I was surprised how easily I took him deep in me. He went slow but steady. Then he sped up to a quick pace. He said this was my lucky day. He started breathing heavy then jerk some and shot a huge load in me. He must've been cummming for ten minutes. When he pulled out some started leaking out. He scooped it up and shoved it back in. Then my friend smiled,another guy appeared. He had that old time AIDS look. His cheeks drain in and skinny. He smiled at me and the others spread my ass cheeks apart and he put that boney fuckstick in me. He was a bit raspy but keep going. He suddenly started shaking then shouted ,he was cumming.she shot a nice load in me the collapsed on me. Thanking me for taking his full blown seed. They all smiled and said I took about a million VL in my guts. I was hooked and they want me to be their regular cum dump. This will continue next week,after I think about it and see if I gained any strains

A good cock cage helps eliminate this problem. The bottom can't get hard.

Bow hunting season opened today which means my ass is now open for hot redneck hunter cock and loads (One of the few bonuses of living in the middle of nowhere in the rural midwest). Scored my first buck in the woods an hour ago with a direct shot deep in my ass with his huge arrow (thank you craigslist!). No better way to satisfy a man who didn't tag a deer on the first day and needs to release some tension and frustration by letting him tag my ass. Ad is still up and I hope to get tagged several more times today

Most of my adult life I had denied that I was addicted to bareback sex but could handle that denial while I had responsibilities to take care of my ill father. I would use that as an excuse not to allow myself to go full in on taking and giving bareback loads. I would occasionally give in to my urges and find a partner who was neg and I would top him but I knew I wasn’t allowing myself to fully realize my true nature. That all changed however once my father had passed away. While my father was ill, I had made contact with different guys on BBRT.com and a few of those guys had full blown AIDS. I would chat with them via email, online instance messenger and or text but it never went past chatting. One guy, Geno in particular had my interest has he said he would rim my hole spotless before giving me multiple toxic loads. I would always get hard chatting with him but as long as my father was around I didn’t want to give in to the urge. Now that my father was gone, there was nothing holding me back. The next time I saw Geno online we picked up our conversation. He was telling me how he wanted to rim my hairy ass spotless and how he would load me up with his toxic seed. When he said that I asked when could I cum over and he said he had a friend coming over now but if I didn’t mind company I was welcome to join in. It took my less than a minute to agree and an hour later I was knocking at Geno’s door. Geno said for me to come in and when I did I saw Geno under his rim chair and rimming his friend Sam. I immediately got very turned on and Sam told Geno that I should get to experience his tongue. Sam got off the chair and immediate started to make out with me as he and Geno started to undress me. Once I was undressed, Sam had me sit on the rim chair and Geno went to town on me for the next 20 minutes. While Geno was rimming my hole and slowly opening it up, I was slowly licking Sam’s 8” thick cut cock. Sam had me work him over slowly so he wouldn’t cum in my mouth telling me he was saving it for another hole. Sam then lifted me out of the rim chair and started making out with me as Geno got behind me and started move his 7” cock along my very wet hole. Geno then slowly moved me onto my knees and with one deep thrust pushed his cock deep into me. He then slowly fucked me for the next 30 minutes as I was in a 69 with Sam. Before I knew it Geno whispered in my ear he had cum twice and he was about to give me a third load. As soon as he did, he told Sam that I was ready for his cock and Sam then proceeded to start to fuck me. Sam was much more forceful than Geno and from all the sucking I did he didn’t last that long and he gave me his load as well. This started a very long weekend with Sam and Geno of them both rimming and then fucking my ass. Only at the end of the weekend did Geno tell me that Sam had full blown AIDS as well (Geno had bred him first) and I was full of their med-resistant toxic cum. 12 loads by Sunday evening had put me on the journey I had long wanted but has not allowed myself. Part 2 – What happens after I visit the my doctor

It happened again.. this time, at a local bathhouse after work. I took 4 loads, 3 known poz -- 1 of those was HVL he said. My first time was one-on-one in my apt.. but this was so much more intense. their willingness to breed me and stop at nothing to put their seed in me was so intense. i don't know what else to say i'm just exhausted right now and yet still feel amazing! feel free to message me about it, i guess!

Was out Saturday night at the bar drinking and dancing then went to the sex club. I got fucked by at least 10 different guys and took all their loads in my ass! I was so poppered up and filled with multiple loads of cum, it was so hot!

Yeah a guy who used to fuck me at the sauna, he used to get fucked by the 2 same blokes in the massage room whilst sucking me , when they had cum and gone, he fucked me good and hard and shot his load up my arse and went, he always had his truckers overalls on when leaving, Eddie something company. Anyway about an hour later, I was in the supermarket nearby and he was in there with his wife and 2 kids pushing a shopping trolley round, I never acknowledged him, but was so turned on that I still had his cum in my arse and he was there with his family, I was rock hard.

Here's the next installment, another long build-up. Hope it's not a spoiler, but finally: MORE FUCKING! I promise I'll try to keep going...I've got ideas...it just takes longer to get them worked out as the story gets more complex. _________________________________ Chapter 14)“You don’t have to wait with me,” I said. Mike smiled, shrugged and said, “I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on anything else anyway.” Mike and I were waiting for my parents to arrive; I’d gotten a text from my mom about a half hour ago that their flight had landed. We sat on the porch swing that hung on the verandah in front of the frat house. It was a pleasant day, a little cool, reminding me that soon the trees would be decked out for fall. I had on a black raincoat and a heavy cotton sweater over jeans and purple t-shirt, but I shivered a little and moved closer to Mike, craving the additional body warmth. Among other things. Not being able to fuck with him was pretty much driving me berserk, last night notwithstanding. He casually slipped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him; he was in jeans and a white, long sleeved football jersey along with a dark green zippered hoodie. Almost everyone else was either at the library, the gym or class. I wondered if a note from my parents would excuse me from missing the second session of my western civilization class and the first meeting of the anthropology course I’d signed up for. I saw a dark sedan drive slowly up the street and spotted my mom riding shotgun, Dad in the driver’s seat; the car pulled over. I could see Mom was wearing enormous sunglasses. The car doors opened, so we stood and started down the steps to meet them. Mom, brunette, slim and petite, was dressed in what I thought of as her travelling reporter’s outfit: a simple pale blue top, a multi-colored silk scarf at her neck, navy pantsuit, black ankle boots with a modest heel, topped off with a navy trench coat. Dad, fair-haired, tall and lanky but with a slightly soft belly, was in khakis and an olive green suede blazer with an off-white oxford shirt and a pair of coppery brown brogues. “Darren!” my mother exclaimed in a hoarse voice as soon as she saw me. She left Dad in the dust, running towards me as I moved down the front walk to meet her, then nearly strangled me with a hug. I could feel her shoulders shaking slightly, and knew she was crying. “I’m fine,” I said, my own eyes a little wet, at the same time embarrassed by the display of emotion. “But I’m really glad you’re here.” She pulled back, and gently kissed my bruised cheek. “Is that better?” she said, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes behind their concealing shades with a tissue. “Just what I needed, a mother’s kiss.” She hugged me again, as if needing further reassurance that I was really still in once piece and not irreparably damaged. Dad walked slowly, looking tired and upset. The atmosphere felt a little brittle, so I assumed they’d been arguing. But that was nothing new; they’d disagree, pout for a few days and then finally work it out. I hoped this would be as easily resolved, since it seemed like Mom blamed my dad for my situation, at least in part – and she was fiercely protective of me, her only child. Maybe if I actually read her memoir I’d understand her better, but it felt too icky. From what I’d heard there were reproductions of ultrasounds of me, that she went into the gory details of tracking her periods and scheduling sex with Dad, not to mention the whole IVF thing. I hadn’t even known the book existed until I was 14 and some jerk at school found it and used it to make fun of me, reading passages aloud and posting stuff on Facebook until my mom called his mom and got her to take it away from him with generalized talk of starting a new series of articles on schoolyard bullying and the internet. She decided to go ahead with the articles anyway, which I’d always took to mean that the response she got seriously pissed her off. I turned to my father and said, “Thanks for coming.” He did something very unusual for him: he hugged me. “Of course. There shouldn’t have been any question we’d come, I’m sorry.” Hmm. Maybe that hangdog look wasn’t just an argument with Mom. I think he was embarrassed and guilty that he’d dismissed me and forced me to prove to him I hadn’t concocted the whole thing as an excuse to return to New York. And after all that gave work as a reason he couldn’t come when I asked. I wonder what they’d think when I said I wanted to stay if the question even arose. Meeting Mike and Carlos and Aiden and Aaron and Ike had made all the difference. I turned held out my hand to Mike, who was behind me, and drew him forward. “Mom and Dad, this is Mike, my closest friend here…” Before I could continue, my mother said “I recognize you – you’re…aren’t you one of the young men who saved my son?” her voice cracking. Mike looked a little taken aback. “Yeah, but I had help…” he began. My mother launched herself at him and pulled him into the same strangling hug as she had me. Well she was more or less my height so she couldn’t easily reach his neck, but she might have cracked one of his vertebra or dislocated one of his ribs. Mike looked a little startled but returned her embrace, awkwardly patting her on the back. “Thank you,” she sobbed, over and over again. “I read your book,” Mike said. “I know just how important he is to you, and all of us here care about him a lot.” My mother finally relinquished her grasp, calmed herself and began fishing in her shoulder bag for a fresh tissue. I’d come prepared and handed her the little pack of tissue that I’d put in my jacket pocket. She gave me her “oh my baby is so sweet and thoughtful” look. Ick. My father seemed a little more wary, but extended his hand and added his thanks. “You don’t have to thank me, sir,” Mike said with impeccable manners. I guess his born-again Christian family had valued etiquette. “I couldn’t have done anything else. I’m just sorry the whole thing happened and the worry and upset it’s caused you and Mrs. Leibowitz.” “I’m Mimi to you,” she said with a watery smile. Wow, she’d decided she liked him if she was having him use her nickname already, and hadn’t immediately informed him that she’d kept her maiden name. Mom would be on my side, no problems. “Come in,” I invited them. “Where’s your luggage?” “In the car, angel,” my mom said. “We have hotel reservations, but we can check in later. I couldn’t wait to see you,” she said, giving my arm a squeeze. I could see my parents appraising the house as we entered, the slightly battered parquet floor in the entry hall and the communal living room with its worn but comfortable furniture upholstered in brown, beige and yellow plaid, cream colored walls devoid of decoration, threadbare muddy brown carpet, a banged up coffee table and a scattering of mismatched chairs. All the stuff was probably at least 20 or 25 years old. Aiden, in a skin-tight shirt that showed off his muscles (thankfully with a pair of baggy sweat pants) was curled up on the sofa reading, but put down his text book and stood to greet us. I made the introductions, and like clockwork he was offering refreshments. “We have Danish and muffins, coffee, juice, tea, water…?” “We don’t want to interrupt your study time,” my mom said. “Not a problem,” Aiden reassured. It was as if they would starve if he didn’t feed them. Immediately. “Some coffee would be welcome then,” my dad said, looked at my mom for confirmation, and at her nod added, “make it two.” There was a slightly awkward pause as we waited; I motioned for them to have a seat, and they each took one of the two armchairs that made a group with the sofa, where I’d seated myself. Great. Not sitting together and me right in the middle. “Why don’t I go help Aiden,” Mike said, tactfully exiting. I felt like screaming DON’T LEAVE ME YOU COWARD! Tact is overrated. “How was the trip?” I said to fill up the quiet. “Okay,” Dad said. “We were able to get an early flight,” my mother added. “You must be exhausted,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hotel, or at least lie down?” Attempting to put off the inevitable… “We’re tired, but not sleepy if that makes any sense,” my mom said. I could see that her eyes were red and slightly puffy now that the sunglasses were off. “And we really need to find out…” Dad started. “Here we go,” said Aiden who was carrying a tray with five mugs of coffee, a carton of milk, a box of sugar, some spoons and napkins with the tell-tale Dunkin’ Donuts logo. Mike followed him with boxes of doughnuts and muffins. I assumed that this was courtesy of Daddy Scorpio or another of the Gang of Five. Saved by the coffee service. Phew! It isn’t that I didn’t want to talk to them. I just wasn’t quite ready and especially didn’t want to do it alone. The next few minutes were taken up with coffee preferences and selecting something to eat. That my mom unbent enough to eat a blueberry muffin, the closest thing to the healthy fare she mandated at home, told me that she was pretty fatigued. I felt a pang; maybe I shouldn’t have insisted that they immediately come here, it could have waited. But that wasn’t true – we had to get ahead of the curve. If we delayed those slippery bastards would figure out a way to stonewall the entire thing. Now was the time to strike, while they were scared, disorganized and hopefully hadn’t yet contacted the university president or the dean or whoever and put their own spin on everything that had happened. After we’d all sipped coffee and nibbled at muffins or Danish for a few minutes in silence, my Dad said “We need to talk about what happened, Darren. And find out just what the hell is going on…” His voice had gotten progressively louder and more agitated. “Ken, darling,” my mother interrupted. “We agreed that we’d speak about this calmly.” “I’m calm,” he grumbled. “Not if you’re already starting to shout and curse.” “I wasn’t shouting,” he said irritably. “Maybe Aiden and I should leave you alone,” Mike said. “No!” I exclaimed immediately. I answered my father’s thousand yard stare (he could give hardened prison inmates a run for their money) by saying “They’re my friends and this involves them, too. So we can talk while they’re here.” The trick with my dad was to come straight back at him. Otherwise, he’d flatten you like a steamroller. He clutched his hair in his right hand and gave an explosive breath, then breathed more deeply and said. “Fine. Please tell us what’s going on,” he said with an air of enforced calm, glancing at my mom who nodded her approval. “You should know that we decided we had to watch the entire video you sent.” That’s what Mom meant when she said she recognized Mike. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It was a little too close for comfort, but then again my mom had written in detail about her menstrual periods in The New York Times. “It was…shocking,” said my mother, gently, clearly tamping down her reaction. “You kept saying that the situation was complex, sweetie. Can you explain it to us now that we’re here?” “It’s kind of a long story. Mike, Aiden, feel free to add stuff or correct me, you’ve been here longer.” I told them my edited version of events. I have to give it to them, they managed to keep quiet while I explained how the entire fraternity had been subjected to the same kind of abuse that I had been, and that it had been covered up by the Gang of 5. “In other words, the football coach, the dean of students and the heads of the major academic departments treat this fraternity like it’s a harem of young men for their personal pleasure?” my mother said, outrage spiking her voice. So much for calm discussion. “Pretty much, Mom.” “Why the fuck did your ‘friends’ choose YOU to be the one to blow this up?” my father erupted. “I volunteered when they told me what was going on.” I said back as calmly as I could. My dad was yanking at his hair again. “Why did you do that?” he said in a tone of resigned despair. If he wasn’t cursing, he was really at the end of his rope. Time to go in for the kill. “Because the actual situation is even worse,” I answered furiously, finally losing my temper. “The coach is HIV positive, and he’s deliberately had unsafe sex with every single member of this frat. Including me.” That shut them up. Both of them looked stunned. “I’m on medication to stop it, I got it in time. Mike made sure I got there in time,” I corrected myself. “That’s why it had to be me. Coach Zetcher controls the flow medications to frat members to keep them in line. Most of these guys can’t tell their families and can’t afford the medication without his help. I can do both.” More silence. “The way it works is that after a pledge is infected, he’s basically imprisoned in this house, and the dean and heads of major academic departments are allowed to do whatever they like with him sexually in return for altering attendance records and bringing him class work. Otherwise, the logical thing to do as soon as possible would be get treatment before the virus can take hold. And as far as I know once seroconversion happens, they kind of lose interest in the new guy, and go looking elsewhere.” Aiden and Mike offered confirmatory nods. My parent’s faces were ashen. “How long has this been going on?” my dad finally asked. “About twelve years,” Mike answered. “This is one hell of a mess,” my father said. “That’s the understatement of the century,” my mom added. Dad visibly steeled himself. “You have more video?” “Yeah,” I said. “We got all five of them.” He sighed deeply. “I’m going to have to get an associate and a paralegal here and make this an official pro-bono case at my firm on an emergency basis, and get someone else to act as lead. I can’t work on this at all past today. Any defense attorney with any sense will use that you’re my son to try and counter my legal arguments. Oh, God, I have to resign from the board here, too.” “Can’t you just cut a deal?” I asked. “You know, get some money for everyone affected and demand the resignations of the faculty members?” “Darren, this is criminal activity. I can’t cover it up or I risk my entire career. All the members of the fraternity are going to have to give statements to the police.” I made a face, and shot an apologetic look at Mike and Aiden, neither of whom looked happy. Interpreting Mike and Aiden’s expressions correctly my dad said, “The police will be discrete. But right now we’re going to pay a call on the Chancellor,” my father finished, grimly. “I need you and Mike to come with us.” “Better take a copy of the video,” said Aiden who left us to go retrieve it from the room he shared with Carlos. Quentin James, the Chancellor (to whom I took an instant dislike), was a tall, unctuous, well-groomed silver-haired man who oozed greasy charm. His office seemed to me to be over-furnished with ostentatiously expensive modern furniture and art. The frat house we lived in was all beat up, and this guy was blowing the money from our tuition on glossy, trendy Eurotrash furnishings and décor. So it was gratifying to watch him not only suck up to my parents after we arrived, but then all but hyperventilate when they explained to him why we were there, and show him a brief clip of the video. He stuttered, “But…but…no…no complaints have been made about anything like this before. How could we have known if the students affected haven’t stepped forward?” I glanced at Mike and did a double-take; I could see the rage radiating off him. “What about Alan Jennings?” he demanded. “Alan Jennings made wild, unsubstantiated accusations…” the Chancellor stopped, his eyes wide with horror. “And now they’re substantiated,” Mike snapped. “You can’t hide behind not knowing when you refused to look.” “Oh my God,” the Chancellor said, as the reality was borne in on him. “We’ll have to find him and apologize and reinstate his scholarship…” “Too late,” Mike bit out. “He committed suicide this past summer.” The silence was thick and heavy. Mike’s fury made me wonder what his relationship with Alan Jennings had been – was I his replacement? “So, Quentin,” my dad said, “you now have a huge pile of crap to deal with. I’m going to resign from the Board of Advisors, and I suggest you convene a meeting of the faculty and administration as soon as possible. I can’t be involved on either side beyond today because of my connections here at the University and that my son is a victim of multiple crimes at the hands of your faculty members, and likely lead plaintiff in what’s going to be the class action law suit of the century.” “I’m terribly sorry, Darren, about what you’ve been through…” the Chancellor began. “That’s sweet,” I interrupted, “but if you’d listened and investigated earlier it wouldn’t have happened.” “Let’s be clear: we’re not here just because it’s our son,” my mother said, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. “Every one of those boys – no, those beautiful young men is somebody’s son. And this institution has failed miserably at ensuring their physical and emotional safety.” “Ms. Sachs, please, don’t tell me you’re going to write about this.” “Once the investigation is under way, just try and stop me.” “I’m going to tap one of my colleagues to represent my son and his friend’s interests. You should expect to hear from Geoffrey Ward and I assume that he will receive your full cooperation,” he said with his best aggressive smile that wasn’t at all warm. Uncle Jeffy! It’d be as good as having Dad represent us. He wasn’t really my Uncle, but he and my dad had been roommates at Yale law and our families spent a lot of time together. As we walked out of the building Dad took Mom’s hand, then turned and smiled at me and Mike. “I’ve never liked that guy, and told them not to hire him. With any luck, he’ll be out on his ass along with other garbage.” My parents drove to check in at their hotel and insisted on taking Mike and me out for lunch. They dropped us at the house and went back to the hotel to begin work: Dad on his phone while using a work station in the hotel’s business center, setting up arrangements for Uncle Jeffy along with a reasonably sized staff come and set up shop. Mom had already called The New York Times to alert them to the situation so that they could send a crime reporter. She was planning to work on a first draft of a column on her ever-present laptop. They said they’d come to the house that night and order a Chinese food banquet for everyone. When in doubt, feed them was my mom’s motto. Mike had organic chemistry lab that afternoon. And as it worked out, I was able to get to my anthropology seminar after all. We were all interviewed by the police after the legal team arrived; my medical records were offered as proof, though the video was incontrovertible evidence. The legal wheels began to grind, slowly but steadily. My parents ended up staying for the entire week. Every night they made sure that we were all well-fed: pizza one night, barbecue another, deli sandwiches, and then for Friday night my mom made her world-famous sloppy joes along with French fries and ordered an immense chocolate cake for dessert, with a large salad as the nod towards healthful eating. Needless to say, Mom and Dad were very popular. As they were getting ready to leave my dad said to me, “I don’t know, I’m still not 100% sure about your staying here.” “Ken, I think he’ll be fine here. And if I feel good about it, then it has to be safe for him.” “You mean this little Rottweiler we birthed?” he said throwing his arm around my shoulders and giving me an affectionate squeeze. “I’m not worried about him. It’s these guys,” he said, gesturing at Mike, Aiden, Carlos, Aaron and Ike who’d come to see them off. “Do you realize what you’re getting yourselves into?” They exploded with laughter, while I looked at my dad through narrowed eyes and said, “You are so not funny,” while trying not to laugh myself. A week later, we had a fraternity-members only party. Some former members who didn’t live too far away came, too. I’d been elected social director, so I decided that Aiden, Aaron and I would get things started by doing a karaoke version of last summer’s hot song “Bang, Bang,” with me taking Jesse J’s lines, Aiden took Arianna Grande’s part and Aaron committed to learn Nikki Minaj’s rap. We all wore tight jeans and t-shirts, flirting with the crowd. And that was all it took to set in motion our first monthly orgy. Even though he’d been relieved of his faculty position, was out on bail, and not supposed to be within 50 feet of any of us, we managed to smuggle in Larry, our newest cum slut recruit. Having finally been freed of all inhibitions, he was completely insatiable. Making up for lost time I guess. There was a line of guys waiting to bang him, even though he was on his back, one guy fucking his ass, another getting sucked and rimmed by him, a third and fourth in his hands and the fifth rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso. They kept shifting positions: as soon as the guy in his ass unloaded, the one who was being sucked and rimmed shoved his dick up the formerly straight ass, the guy who’d been rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso was at his mouth, one of the hand jobs moved to his chest, and one of the guys waiting in line grabbed the unoccupied hand and guided it to his dick. Larry must have taken about 50 loads that night. Personally, I passed on doing it with him. I was more into being fucked after my enforced anal celibacy. I started with Mike in one of the arm chairs. We undressed each other, I straddled him in the chair and then we were kissing, his hands running over my back and torso, his fingers slipping down to tease my ass. My back arched, and his lips replaced his hands on my chest as he supported me. I sat and rubbed my asshole over his rapidly hardening cock; we were both so hot for it after waiting two weeks for me to heal (on orders from the grumpy nurse practitioner) that we didn’t need a heck of a lot of foreplay. He’d snagged a jar of Vaseline, and was putting a glob of it on and in my butthole, while I rubbed some of the greasy stuff over his huge, twitching, drooling dick. Then I was positioning myself so that the head of his cock was pressed up against my tight hole, and I began to push down. It burned like the first time, which made it like a new beginning: losing my virginity — TAKE TWO, AND………….ACTION!!!!! Mike kept me from going too fast, concerned that I’d hurt myself again. So I pushed steadily, feeling my body reshape to accommodate that thick piece of meat. Finally I could tell I was fully impaled on his rod from the feel his pubic hair against my butt. We were panting and kissing feverishly; my dick was hard and oozing because his dick was hitting my internal hotspot. I rose up a little with his hands supporting my thighs and then down. “OH, honey, that’s incredible,” he whispered in my ear. Like always, even though there were guys all around us having sex and not being quiet about it, we could have been alone, so intense our connection. I rose again, and since he was holding me, I could let one hand dangle behind me, trailing over his balls as I rose and fell, gradually faster, the pressure building until he couldn’t hold still and began thrusting up as I pushed down, both of us grunting, moaning, humping, straining until Mike gave an incoherent shout, slammed hard against me, wrapped his arms around me as he shot a two-day load of cum inside me. I was stroking and tickling his balls, wanting every drop, though I doubted this would be the only time we’d fuck that night. I wouldn’t stop rocking on his dick as he gasped with the pleasure of the satiny embrace of my asshole milking him dry, and then I was shooting my own load between us, splashing our chests and even hitting both our faces. I sagged against him and we kissed languidly. “I’ve really missed that,” I murmured in his ear. He didn’t answer, just stroked my back with long, gentle caresses. I pulled off of him, stood and then felt a pair of warm muscular arms going around me, and a pair of hands covering my eyes. “Guess who this is,” a familiar voice – immediately identifiable as Carlos by his Spanish accent – whispered in my ear. “Uh, Rafael Nadal?” I said teasingly. “No, I got a better ass than his.” “Ooh, Rafael Alancar?” I joked. I’d discovered some of his vids – all disappointingly with condoms – online one night while I was trying to relieve my sexual tensions. “No, my dick is WAY bigger than his.” “Then it has to be Carlos,” I said and pushed back against him. His dick was probably bigger than any porn star’s, and best of all he was right here with me. And a complete sweetheart, not some drug-addled shithead who was more interested in showing off than in fucking. “Third time’s the charm,” he said as I turned in his arms, and our lips met, then our tongues as we tore into one another. He grabbed me and hoisted me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was strong enough to carry me to the sofa, where he knelt, never breaking the kiss, his hands free now to stroke and pet, massaging the cum on my chest into my skin, licking it off my face while his immense dick pressed against me in the crease where my thigh met the groin. My hands were going crazy, touching every inch of his smooth, muscular body that I could reach. He moved to kiss my neck, kissing, licking, biting; I slipped a hand between us and played with his huge, low-hanging balls, and was able to just graze his butthole with my fingers. That made him groan, and kiss me more forcefully; then he stood and was turning his back, pushing that beautiful, round bubble ass in my face for me to worship. Aaron joined us, licking Carlos’ dick. Carlos reached back, and pulled my head more securely against his ass and ordered, “That’s it, baby, lick that man’s asshole, eat me.” “I want to try something new with him,” Aaron said, and whispered in Carlos’ ear as I continued my ass worship, sniffing deeply his pungent, masculine scent, licking, kissing and then sticking my tongue up inside his asshole. He moved away, playing with his dick which was leaking pre-cum, and Aaron brought his dick to my lips and fucked my face for a minute. He kissed me on the mouth, and then licked it, enjoying the taste and smell of Carlo’s ass. Then Aaron was sitting next to me. “Sit on my cock, Darr,” he ordered. He didn’t have to ask twice; he slid in easily with the mixture of Mike’s cum and the Vaseline easing the way. Then I felt another dick probing at my butthole. I jumped, startled, and that’s when Carlos wrapped his arms around me, and began to push his dick inside me right on top of Aaron’s. “I’m not sure about this,” I said. “Relax, baby, relax,” Carlos murmured, his arms tightening. “I know you can take it, and it’s going to be awesome. You’re going to get the best prostate bang and two hot loads inside your sweet little hole.” His dirty talk made me want it now, no matter how hard it was going to be. Carlos pushed in steadily while Aaron and I kissed open-mouthed. Finally I could feel the root of Carlos’ immense cock against me, and he drew back slowly and then pushed inside of me. And again…and again…faster, harder. Aaron was moaning and thrusting and it was as if fireworks were going off inside of me. Carlos had not been kidding, I was getting the prostate rub of my life as they fucked me. Aaron was first, voicing a grunt that got progressively louder, “Unh, Unh, Unh…UNHHAAAAAAOH, I’m cumming!” he groaned. That set off Carlos, whose thrusts went wild, ramming against me, not letting up on the pace until he rammed against me and froze, shouting in Spanish. And that set me off, my prostate, which had been thoroughly pummeled, releasing another load. Aaron reached down and played with my balls, while Carlos thrust in and out while my sphincters clenched and released. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the sofa. I felt languid, satiated for the time being, and even though I was in a room full of men noisily having sex, I leaned against Aaron, closed my eyes and drifted into a light sleep.

Part 2 - Passion Ten minutes and one awkward phonecall later, and we were ready. Lee had to call his dealer and ask for instructions on what to actually do with it. The entire conversation was done in an absurd code, and by the end I thought it would have been less obvious that they were talking about drugs if they had just spoke plainly. For the surface, we took a sheet of hardened glass from Lee’s trophy display cabinet. To crush it, we used a deodorant can, but only after I convinced Lee that using a pestle and mortar was a stupid idea. For the tubes that I would later learn are called ‘snorties’, Lee snuck off to the kitchen and got some straws that he cut short. We were alone in the house, but the sneaking still seemed appropriate, with what we were doing. My heart was pounding in my chest. He cut out two lines on the board. Immediately I thought they were too long, but since I didn’t have a clue, I said nothing. He kissed me once more, long and deep, before leaning down, bringing the straw to his nose and aiming it at the line. He made a slightly unattractive sucking noise with his nose as he took the line. Instantly, he dropped the straw and jerked his head weirdly. “Argh! Christ! Yeah… He warned me it could sting a bit at first…” He looked at me, and his eyes were watering slightly, but he smiled. “Your turn?” He picked the straw up and passed it too me. I took it from him and leaned in. My hand was shaking, so much that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to hold it steady enough to actually do it. I felt Lee’s hand on one of my ass cheeks, cupping it and squeezing gently, as he urged me forwards. That was enough to give me the steadiness I needed, for just a moment, so I moved quick. I brought the tube up to my nose, aimed, and did my best to suck with my nose. It was an odd sensation, and one I hadn’t thought about before, but it was easy enough to do. The powder shot straight up the tube and into my nostril as I dragged the far end of the straw along the line. When it hit me, I did exactly as Lee did, dropping the straw, flinching backwards and giving out a cry of pain. ‘Sting’ was too much of an understatement for the burning sensation in my nose, and I tried wiping my nose in a desperate attempt to make it stop. Before I could figure out what was happening, my hand was pulled away and Lee’s lips were on my lips. I didn’t know if he was already feeling it, or if he was trying to distract me, but he pinned me down to the bed and forced his tongue into my mouth, letting me moan my pain into his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his body, twisted my legs in with his and let him grind against me as we kissed. We didn’t surface for air for a solid five minutes, at least. I slipped one hand in between us and managed to take hold of both our dicks, pumping them and making Lee moan. One of his hands twisted into my hair, pulling at it as he held my head in place. I realised that he was trying to get me as turned on as he could - he never liked being rough with me, but he knew I liked it when he did things like this. I was more than happy to let him do it, and it was definitely working. Finally, he broke the kiss and kissed down my neck, then up to my ear, where he whispered. “Feel anything yet?” “Err…” Was my only immediate response. My heart was still thumping, I was hot as all hell, my dick was rock hard and my nose still tingled, but everything other than the last one was a normal result of being with Lee. “I think… Maybe? What about you?” “I don’t know either.” He answered, then looked to the glass sheet. “Maybe we didn’t take enough?” I shrugged. He climbed off me and towards the sheet, and I heard him setting up more lines. I wasn’t sure if I actually wanted to do more, but as I watched him, from this position, his ass was completely exposed to me. Immediately, I moved forwards, brought my mouth to his exposed hole and slipped my tongue in. “Aaaah, fuck!” He said, moaning in a way I hadn’t heard him moan before. He continued setting up the lines, and I heard him snort his. He pushed his ass back against my face as he did so, and I buried my tongue as deep into him as I could. He moved away from me, twisting to hand me the straw. He stayed sitting in such a way that I had to crawl over his lap to get to the glass. As I did, he took my cock in one hand and my ass in the other, pumping my dick and teasing my hole with a single finger. This time, rather than encouraging me, I almost found it more difficult to take my line with him teasing me like that. I just about managed it, and this time it stung slightly less. Lee continued to play with me for a moment while I let it sink in, before he pulled me back onto the bed for another deep kissing session. This went on for a while, with us going at each other like we hadn’t seen each other in years, with occasional interruptions to take another line, which I noticed got slightly bigger with each instance. I still wasn’t sure that I was feeling the effect of anything for quite some time, till some point after our fifth interruption, when I realised just how badly I wanted to fuck Lee. Suddenly I became extremely aware of how hot we were, we were dripping with sweat, my heart was pounding like I’d never felt it before, and I could feel Lee’s doing the same. Yet all I could think of was ramming my cock deep inside his ass and fucking him as hard as I could. It took all of what little self control I had left to pull myself off of him. “What is it?” He said when he realised I was stopping. “Is something wrong?” For a minute, I thought I was going to say that I wanted to stop. That it was too overwhelming and I was scared, which I was. But when I saw him laying there, his muscles all standing out and swimming in his sweat and mine, his rock hard cock literally bouncing to attention, desperate to be touched again, and the passion in Lee’s eyes was like nothing I’d ever seen before. His pupils were huge, and I could tell that even as he spoke, he was struggling to resist the urge to grab me and continue. I looked from him, to the drugs, and back to him. “Set up one more.” I told him. “Then you’re going to fuck me."

The Party Continues – As told by Brandon I looked at Zach and he grinned and came to stand in front of me. He slipped off his leather shorts revealing that he was wearing a tight pair of black latex jock-briefs that displayed his tight buns to perfection. He leaned forward giving me a good look at his asshole. He relaxed his muscles allowing his hole to open up and a dribble of something trickled out. I had never seen anything like it. Well used would be the best description of the loose hole surrounded by puffy ass lips. “I guess you noticed that I’m not a virgin anymore” he joked “and that’s Chris’s cum leaking out. He fucked me a few minutes ago and got me all lubed up for all these hot guys. And with a bit of luck your and Dino’s holes will look like this by the end of the evening.” He looked around the room. “Guys, I want everyone to leave at least one load each up Brandon’s and Dino’s holes.” “No problem” said a cute college aged guy. “Ryan and I will breed him next. And make sure that he and the other new guy gets a load from each of us. We’ve all loaded each other up before at these parties so we need to make sure to share what we have.” I looked at them. A pair of gorgeous athletic guys in their early twenties, wearing matching black jock-briefs. I barely had time to think before they walked over. Ryan put his arms around Brent and pulled him backward so his cock slid out of my hole. “Make place for me.” At the same time his friend put his arms around Brad and pulled him forward. “I’m Jon, and I need to clean your dick.” He immediately went down on his knees and started swallowing my cum slick cock. My hole had been opened wide by Brent’s fat 9 inch dick and well lubed with his cum so Ryan’s dick slid in easily. He immediately started power fucking me and talking dirty. “Love fucking a cummy hole. Especially one that Brad or Brent have bred.” Jon stopped deep throating my dick just long enough to add. ”Fuck yeah. They’ve loaded us up many times with their potent seed.” And he went back to sucking. Since they had been taking loads from Brent and Brad I could only assume that were also poz. The fact that I was going to get another toxic load got me really hard again, and Jon’s expert sucking certainly added to my pleasure. Ryan certainly knew how to hit my prostate in the best way to intensify the sensations of his bare cock sliding in and out of my chute. I looked up and saw that Dino was getting fucked by Brent. For someone who was cheating on his boyfriend he certainly had no problem taking Brent’s massive poz cock and was encouraging him to fuck harder and Brent was responding. “Fuck yeah. Love your fat bare cock in my hole. Fuck me harder. I want your load up my ass.” “You fucking right dude. My loads only go up asses. No wasted seed. You’ve got such a sweet tight ass that it is going to be a big one.” With the size of Brent’s cock almost any hole was going to be tight for him. I was on my hands and knees getting fucked doggy style. I looked to my right and Zach was bent over next to me with Brad’s arms alternately sliding elbow-deep in his hole. I had never seen anyone being fisted before in real life but Zach was obviously enjoying it immensely. Brad was obviously also into it as his massive curved dick was rock hard and drooling copious pre-cum. He could see that I was somewhat surprised so that he cleared up the confusion for me. “The baker boys can cum a couple of times a night, but sometimes they take a break from fucking to give my ass some special treatment.” Brent obviously did not need a break yet as he was getting close to cumming up Dino’s ass so soon after he had fucked me. Zach encouraged Brent. “Fuck yeah stud. Seed his cunt. Then take a break and fist my ass for a while so that you can be sure to load up Brandon again later.” I certainly was not going to say no to having Brent’s magnificent meat up my ass for a second time that evening. Chris the waiter was in a train getting fucked by a guy who was getting fucked by Ricky, Chris’s boyfriend. The room was filled with the sounds of thighs slapping against butts and the wet sounds of raw dicks pounding sloppy holes. Ryan was now aggressively fucking my ass and came within seconds, adding to the load that Brent had left. Almost as soon as he came Ryan pulled out of my ass and Brad thrust into me in one slick move with his right arm still engulfed in Zach’s bowels “I saved my first load tonight for you. I’m gonna breed you good.” Brad started deep fucking slamming all the way home and then slowly withdrawing while simultaneously punch fisting Zach’s ass. After a few minutes he slid his arm out of Zach and placed both hands on my waist. “I have to get a good grip on you because I need my load to go real deep in your gut”. He stopped moving his hips and instead started pulling me back and pushing me forward sliding my chute up and down on his cock. Every time he pulled me backward he made sure my ass cheeks slammed hard against his abdomen and his fat curved cock reached deep places no cock had ever done before. My involuntary grunts of pain as he bottomed in my colon stimulated him. “Fuck yeah. Little cumslut likes a good banging. Needs my load.” By now he was obviously very close as after slamming me back a few times he bust his nut and flooded my abused rectum with a massive load. Load number three I thought. Brad looked around the room. “Who’s next? This slut needs more cum in his chute. If he gets enough he is sure to become one of us.” Jon was no longer sucking my dick and was fucking Zach. “Fuck yeah. Me next.” Brad withdrew and went to fuck Dino. Jon turned me around and pushed me onto my back on one of the benches. “I want to see your face when I shoot my load in your guts.” My legs were over the edge of the bench and Jon stood between them. His cock slid easily into my loaded hole. As he fucked me he leaned over and started to kiss me sucking my tongue and lips as he power fucked me. I could feel him slowly picking up the pace as he got closer. He stopped kissing and whispered in my ear. “We don’t have tattoos yet.” And looked at me for a response. I just smiled. “Gonna give you what Brad and Ryan and Brent gave you.” I pretended to not understand what he was saying. Of course I knew he meant poz cum. “Fuck yeah, Hot stud cum. Give me yours. Breed me. Fill me with your seed.” That pushed him over the edge. Maybe he thought that I was going to get pozzed at the party, and that perhaps it would be his load that did it. I felt his dick thicken and then jerk as he started squirting his scalding hot cum into my already coated insides. Load number four. That meant with Jeremy’s load on the weekend I had equaled Ben’s score of the number of guys who had loaded his ass since we got married. I hoped to at least double that number before the night was over. Jon’s dick had barely started to soften before he pulled out to be replaced by the next guy. It was the guy who had been in the middle between Chris and Ricky. He was one hot muscled fucker with a fat 11 inch uncut dick, and an unmistakable biohazard tattoo around his left nipple. As he saw me looking at the tattoo he grinned. “I’m Justin, and really more of a bottom, but I know you need my load tonight. You obviously know what you are getting.” He turned me around so that I was on my hands and knees so that he could fuck me doggy style. For a bottom he certainly knew how to fuck. Fast and furious, ramming his massive dick in deep and then withdrawing until just the head of his dick was inside my anus. The wet squelching sounds of him fucking lubricated by three loads was intense. After a few minutes of him battering my abused and stretched chute he came, flooding me with another charged load. Load five. Five guys. I was now ahead of Ben - Well, at least based on what I had overheard between him and Jeremy. While Justin was cumming Brad and Brent had come to stand on either side of my face. They had zipped up their latex suits and I noticed that their bodies were now drenched with perspiration. They pulled up my swimsuit, lifted me up, placed me on one of the exercise mats on the floor and flipped me onto my back again. Brent spoke. “My brother and I really like you and your sweet ass and we want you at the same time.” I certainly had no problems with them wanting me again, but maybe not at the same time. I had never had two cocks in my hole before and Brent and Brad were both massively endowed. Brad spoke next. “Yeah Bro, I know he’s married but lets mark him as ours.” I had no idea what they planned next. Brad and Brent grinned at each other. I heard Justin and Zach chuckle. They obviously knew. Brent stood astride me facing me over my chest, Brad stood behind me in line with my crotch. Brad put his arms about Brent and started nibbling his ear. Brent spoke. “I love my little brother so much. He is such a dirty fucker.” Brad shot back. “No, Brent is dirtier than me. Show him Brent.” I heard a hissing sound and I noticed that Brent’s tight latex suit was filling up with liquid. He grinned at me. “You want this, don’t you?” and without waiting for answer both Brent and Brad unzipped their latex suits releasing a flood of piss onto me and their pissing cocks were directed to completely cover my body with their pungent stream. As soon as the pissing stopped they stripped off their latex and came to lie on the mat along side me. Brent was on my lefty and Brad on my right and they immediately started giving me a tongue bath, licking all the sweat and piss off my body. I was almost overwhelmed by the musky sweaty smell of their hairy armpits. Brent placed his hairy armpit over my face and I immediately started reciprocating, swirling my tongue through the funky salty hair blond hair of his pit. I lost track of what everyone else was doing in the incredible sensations of two greedy tongues in my pits, in my navel, my nips, my earlobes on my ass crack. My dream was interrupted by the pressure of Brent’s cock against my anus. They did not double fuck me, instead they took turns each fucking for a few strokes before swapping. As Brad got close and started to cum Brent whispered in my ear. “Brad is going to load you up with another load of toxic cum. You want that don’t you? Most of the guys here tonight are poz.” As Brad started to squirt Brent moved around and in a slick move Brad slid out, Brent slid in and after two or three thrusts started to add his load to his brother’s. Chris had laid down on the mat alongside us. “Ricky and I have a treat for you. Sit on my dick facing me.” Brent pulled out of me and maneuvered me over Chris’s rock hard dick and guided his cock into my ass. I sat all the way down until my ass cheeks were hard against his pubic hair. I felt someone lifting me up. It was Ricky. He had moved in between Chris’s legs and I soon felt his dick probing my ass alongside his boyfriends. It was very painful as he started to force his way in but it was a fantasy come true. Two hot boyfriends were going to double fuck my ass. Something I had only ever dreamed of. Chris and Ricky took turns in thrusting up my overstretched chute. A large puddle of cum leaked out and made a slick patch on Chris’s crotch. Both of them had already cum once that night, loading up Dino, so it took some serious thrusting before they came simultaneously in my ravaged rectum. That was loads eight and nine and guys six and seven. I had barely lifted myself off their slimy dicks before Ricky spoke. “Uh oh. He leaked and lost a lot of cum. He needs a refill. Someone who hasn’t cum yet tonight.” I thought that would be a tough request to fill after all the loads that had been given but it seems Zach had been waiting for the opportunity. He was standing close by fisting his rock hard dick with his right hand. As Zach moved towards me he looked at the clock on the wall. “Ok guys. It 11:30 . your ninety minutes is up. The TeamBB party is officially over.” I looked at him with dismay as I was hoping to take a few more loads that night. He laughed. “Don’t panic, the party is officially over, but the fucking doesn’t need to stop. You just don’t need to play by the rules anymore. Except of course no cum should be wasted as it belongs in an asshole.” He gave me a long sensuous wet kiss before turning back to the others. “Brandon here did not bareback and take loads from strangers until very recently. Do you think he needs a raw poz cock in his ass?” Dino responded immediately. “Fuck yeah. That would be hot. I want to see a poz cock sliding in his cunt. Then I want to see his face when his gut gets flooded by a poz load. And while he is getting fucked I want a fat poz cock fucking and filling me.” Justin took care of Dino’s needs while I finally got to feel Zach’s meat in my hole. It is kind of ironic really, as I had been lusting after his ass for months, but now he was fucking me. I wondered what his abused ass would be like to fuck, but I knew that after tonight there would surely be another chance to try. Zach’s dick may have looked big on his small frame, but after all the cocks I had had up my ass that evening it did not feel that special. However he certainly knew how to use it and within minutes he blew a massive load up my chute. As I felt seven or eight potent squirts of toxic man cream fill my rectum I realized that what he may had lacked in dick size he made up for in the size of his loads. Zach made eight guys and ten loads. The only guy who I had not fucked or been fucked by was Dino. He had taken quite a few loads by the time we got together, probably as many as I had. It was a toss up who got to fuck who. I did not get to make the decision as Dino spun me around and easily slid his bare pole into my cum slick hole. “Fuck yeah. Nothing better than fucking a cum filled man cunt. Unless someone is fucking a third or fourth load up mine.” It was a new experience for me but I had to agree. Dino was fucking me with long deep strokes. “My boyfriend doesn’t know what he’s missing.” For a moment I forgot what Dino had told me earlier so I asked him. “He doesn’t take loads?” “Only mine. We used condoms together until about a year ago. Then we got tested and started barebacking. He insisted on monogamy.” He picked up the pace of his fucking, slamming his crotch hard against my ass. I felt his dick twitch and then thicken as he started firing his load deep in my gut. He had barely cum when he continued his story. “But we only had sex once or twice a month. I needed more. So I started looking online and I met Sam when my boyfriend was away. He convinced me to lose the condoms.” Sam. Probably the same Sam. That and the way Dino was taking loads he was probably also poz and his boyfriend had no idea. Seemed like a familiar story. Dino withdrew from my ass and I swung him around and moved in behind him. “Now its my turn to bareback your slutty cheating cunt. You just took at least one poz load tonight, would you take another?” “Fuck yeah. Oh Fuck. Yeah. You Poz?” Was all he said as I slid my dick into his sloppy chute bottom-deep in one thrust. I grinned and pretended innocence. “I don’t know. I haven’t been to the lab for testing. But I’ve had a lot of poz cock lately. Probably poz”. I started fucking him fast and hard. “Fuck yeah. I want that. I’ve been fucked bareback by about 100 guys since I met Sam. Most of them poz or don’t know.” That was all I needed to take me over the edge and add another poz load to those he had already received that evening. That was pretty much the end of the party. We all showered and got dressed and left the gym. As we walked back to our rooms Zach asked me “What made you change your mind? A few days ago you were the condom queen and tonight you were taking and giving loads like a champ.” I looked him straight in the eye. “Last week you said things to me that made me think. On the way home I stopped at a pharmacy and bought a home test kit. I was not really surprised at the result.” He grinned. “Are you going to tell Ben?” I laughed. “Hell no. Since it is almost a dead cert I got it from him I’ll let him find out for himself. On the other hand we are now free to fuck as we please. You need to invite us to one of your parties.” “I will most definitely do so. Both you and Ben will be stars.”

Part 4: The next weekend I went back to Sam’s place to visit my dad and Sam. Sam my dad and I were talking in the kitchen when James came back to the place with one of his classmates (6’2” African-American names Joseph). James said hello to Sam and my dad but when he came over to me to say hello he didn’t shake my hand but instead pulled me into a deep kiss while rubbing my cock. I was surprised James would do this in front of his friend but his friend was drooling watching the action and when James broke away he told me if I wanted to join him and his friend watching a movie in his room the door would be open. While James and Joseph went upstairs, I continued to talk to my Dad and Sam. They suggested I should hand out more with James and I should see what he and Joseph were doing. I didn’t notice the smirk on Sam’s face when he said I should go to James’s room but as I let the kitchen to go up stairs Sam and my dad looked at each other with a knowing glance that it was only a matter of time until I would get even closer to James. When I got to James room I knocked and he told me to come in. When I entered both were watching some bareback porn and when I got to the couch they were sitting on I noticed both were naked from the waist down. James stood up first and came over to me and started kissing me. As we were kissing he started to fondle my cock and ass getting me hard. Joseph got up and came behind me and started to undress me from the waist down and once I was naked from the waist down he started on his knees kissing and licking my ass before spreading my legs and driving straight in with his tongue. I had never been rimmed standing up and has Joseph worked his tongue all over my hole, James and me continued to deep kiss. Slowly James led me to the bed and we ended up with me on top of him continuing our kissing. With my ass up in the air, Joseph saw his chance and took his 8” cock slowly pushed it into my ass. He slowly pushed into me as James whispered in my ear how hot it looked for me to be taking a black cock in my hole. Once Joseph bottomed out in my hole he started pounding my ass with long deep strokes to fully rough up my hole. James slide out from under me and started telling me how hot I looked with a black cock roughing my hole up. Joseph after ten minutes finally exploded into my hole with his cum and when he pulled out his cock had a pink tinge of the mix of blood and cum on it. As he walked over to me to have me lick his cock clean, James got right behind me and started fucking my hole as well. He wasted no time plowing me even harder and rougher than Joseph did and he took me how he was going to breed my hole and make me like him. I didn’t realize it at the time but while Joseph was still neg, James wasn’t and it was his plan to use Joseph to open me up so his toxic seed would take. I was sucking Joseph clean and getting him hard when James came in my ass with a massive load. But after cumming he didn’t get soft and he just continued to plow my ass and work his cum deeper into me and after another twenty minutes he came a 2nd time and then finally pulled out. Joseph saw how worn out I was and said he would come back another time to finish working me over and left me and James alone. James said to me as I was recovering he was going to give me the gift that will keep on giving like Sam & my dad had given him. He wanted to make me his blood brother and then we would be linked together like my dad and his were. Sam and my dad then called us down for dinner. I wanted to get washed up but James said I should just put on my shorts and head downstairs like he was. I followed his lead and when I got downstairs my dad and Sam were waiting for us …… To be continued

Yes, I hope so too but for the last couple of months they've only been recycling old videos and present them as new. Hope they will shoot new scenes with the old performers that made the site what it once was.

Got home from work and had a notification that I had a package (foreshadowing!). I took the elevator down and started walking to the lobby when a cute 30ish latino turned the corner. We locked eyes and kept staring until we passed. I turned to look at him and he had turned and was smiling back. We slowly stopped... then started walking towards each other. I asked if he lived here, and he said he was meting a friend and pointed to some take out he carrying. We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and I tried to ask him some other questions but there was a bit of a language barrier. Finally I asked if he wanted to come to my place, and he nodded yes. I told him to come by my apartment, and he said he would in just a minute. I was curious how this was going to go down. I left my door unlocked, and five minutes later he let himself in and locked the door behind him. He was holding a beer and told me he told his friend he'd be right back. Trusting friend! We made small talk for about 2 minutes until there was more awkward silence... so I just reached forward and grabbed his bulge. He ginned, chugged his beer, and let me undo his pants. I was on my knees in a second sucking a surprisingly large uncut cock. He finished his beer and started stripping, and I directed him to the bedroom. I started to suck him again but I think he was going to cum too quick, so he pointed me to the bed, let me lube him up, and then started pushing and pounding at my hole. No foreplay for this guy. I tried to slow him down but he was in a rush to get back to his friend. Pounded me rough for about five minutes before cumming. He jumped in the shower, put on his clothes, gave me his number, and ran. Told me he'd see me next week.

I've been so busy with traveling for work lately, that it's been weeks and weeks since I've hit any of the great local xxxBookstores here in Vegas. On Friday in the late afternoon, I'd finally finished my errands and found myself in the neighborhood of one of my favorite bookstores. So, I decided to stop in on my way back home. It was a little before 5pm. This time of day at this bookstore there's normally a steady stream of married, str8 guys that like to stop in for a quick bj, before heading home to their wives and families. When I'm in a cock sucking mood, there's nothing more exciting to me than sucking off an anonymous str8 guy. I pulled into the parking lot. I was sad to see only 3 other cars in the lot. Damn, perhaps I was too late for the after work rush. But, I parked, paid my fee to enter the arcade and found 3 red lights lit over the 12 booths. I tried the first 2 doors, only to find them locked. Damn! I tried the 3rd door handle. Great! It was unlocked. I opened the door and stepped into the dark booth. The booths here are xxlarge. The booths are "U" shaped. You have to fully enter the booth and look around a partial wall to see the occupant. I did so and found a tall, good looking, jock type guy in his mid 40's, with curly blond hair, standing in front of the video screen. He was stroking his hard 7", slender cock and watching a hot str8 movie. He glanced my way and then looked back at his film. Since he didn't tell me to leave, I took that as an invitation to suck him. I returned to the door and locked it. Then I came back into the booth and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leaned forward and licked his cockhead. He removed his had from his cock and I wrapped my lips around it and swallowed it to the back of my throat. A soft moan escaped from his mouth. Even though his cock was at least a full 7"s in length, it was slender enough that I could very easily take him all the way down my throat. Balls deep. As I sucked, he unbuttoned his long sleeved dress shirt. Exposing a muscular, hairy chest. I reached up with both hands to rub his nipples. Damn! Both of his nipples got instantly hard. I continued to play with his nipples as I made love to his beautiful cock. It only took about 5 minutes, before he groaned and filled my mouth with his hot load. As it typical of str8 guys, the second he came, he pulled out, zipped and left the booth without saying a word. I stood and looked at the screen. There was still a lot of time left on the video machine. So, I decided to just stay in the booth and see what more might be in store for me. It didn't take long before the door opened and I saw the shadow of a head peeking around the wall. I smiled at him and gave a bit of a nod of my head to signal I was interested. He locked the door and stepped all the way inside. Now I could actually see him. He was in his early 60's. Nice looking with salt & pepper hair. 5'8", 165(ish). And wearing a black knit shirt with a company logo on it. He stepped up to me and unzipped his pants. Pulling out an already hard 6", uncut cock. I took a deep sniff of my poppers, leaned forward and took his cock into my mouth. I took my hand and pulled his foreskin up, so I could suck on and gently chew on it. I slipped my tongue up into the foreskin and flicked my tongue on his piss slit. He was loving the attention to his foreskin. Then I used my lips to push the foreskin back and swallowed his cock. This guy was really horny. He quickly started to fuck my face. He placed his hand on the back of my head and really pumped. He was a quick draw. He didn't take more than 2 or 3 minutes, before he was filling my mouth with his load. He came, zipped and left my booth, failing to close my door. But it didn't matter. Within a couple of seconds, another guy had entered my booth. I won't share the details of all of the encounters. But in the hour I was in that booth, I had a steady stream of a total of 6 guys use my mouth. Some young, some old, some in-between. By 6pm the str8 crowd had stopped coming. And the usual group of prissy gay guys were cockblocking the few booths that had inhabitants in them and taking up space as they stand in booths, staring at their cell phones. Or stand around gossiping with each other. That's one of the reasons I like to go to the bookstores during the hours that the str8 guys are there. They're there for one thing and one thing only. To get their cocks sucked and loads swallowed. I'm always more than happy to oblige. I've got to go get showered and douched. I'm planning on hitting the lunch hour rush at one of the bookstores.

fuuuuuck yeah went to my fuck buds place tonight i made him read this story out loud while i fucked him he soaked the bed in jizz

Part 3 I parked just down the street from my dealers brick apartment building in a sketchy neighborhood and followed my son as we walked to the front door. A telltale wet spot showed in the ass of his skinny jeans as my cum continued to leak out of his pussy. I smiled to myself thinking how much more he'd be getting soon. We climbed the stairs to the third floor and down a dark hallway that smelled of stale piss. I could hear a couple arguing in Spanish, followed by what sounded like a beating. We just continued to apt 3G and I knocked on the door. In a minute the door opened and a huge black man answered, his frame filling the entire entrance. He just looked my son up and down, licking his lips, and moved aside letting us enter. I pushed my new whore over to the couch and told him to sit, going into the bedroom. Sitting on a chair next to a small table sat my dude, Andre, weighing out bags of crank. "Sup man?" he asked. "Got my new whore out there waiting," I replied. "We still good for the deal?" "Fuck yea man." He grinned at me. "Haven't had fresh white boy in a while." He handed me two eight balls and I stuffed them in my jeans. He stood and we went to the other room. Looking at my son sitting there he said "Damn! You sure he's 18? Looks like he's 15!" "Swear to God! He's 18 today. He's ready for his "gifts". He's a little spun already, but I want him fucked up and fucked hard!" My Son looked up with fear in his eyes as I said this. "What's your name boy?" He asked. "Cory." he replied meekly. "Cory, rhymes with whorey," Andre laughed. "Which is what your Daddy says you are now." "Yes Sir." he replied. "All right Whorey, lets get started." Andre turned up the stereo while his gigantic body guard grabbed my son off the couch and carried him into the bedroom, throwing him down on the dirty, stained matress on the floor. They each placed ski masks over their faces as I grabbed my camera and started filming. Andres bodyguard, Jamal, held my son down while Andre tied off his arm, swabbed him, and stuck the point in, quickly injecting him with a .5 slam. Releasing the band, Cory threw his head back and started coughing. Before he had even finished, they had ripped his clothes off him and had his legs over Andre's shoulders with his hard cock lined up at his hole. Andre's cock was about 10 inches with a fat P.A. on the end. Spitting on his cock, he rammed it into my sons pussy, ripping him open even more. Cory wailed at the pain while Andre buried himself all the way in. "Oh fuck that's some tight, wet, white boy pussy!" Andre yelled. "Oh fuck were going to wreck you bitch!" Tears streamed out of Cory's eyes as Jamal held him in a headlock and Andre pummeled his hole. "Fuck yea! Look at that red oozing out. Were gonna rape you good you little whore! Gonna make you beg for more! Fuck yea! You're gonna beg for us to breed you with our toxic cum!" That was my sons birthday present, to get fuckin knocked up. I wanted my whore to take any cock he was sold to without question. I knew these two would get the job done. Andre just kept up the hard fuck on my son and Cory eventually stopped crying. Soon he was moaning and begging for more. Andre gave him all he had while Cory's eyes rolled back in his head and gibberish spewed from his mouth. After 20 minutes Andre was ready to flood the cunt with his dirty seed. "Tell me you want it whore!" He demanded. Tell me you want me to breed you. You want my dirty poz load!" "Please," Cory begged. "Please give it to me! Please!" He gasped. "Give me your poz cum!" That sent Andre over the edge and he filled my son with his dirty load, pumping him so full it seeped out and down his balls. He pulled out and they quickly flipped him over on his stomach. Without missing a beat, Jamal got on top of my son and lined his even larger cock up to Cory's hole. That fucker had to be at least 12 inches, and also had a large P.A. "Tell me what I want to hear bitch!" Jamal bellowed. "Fuck me!" was all he had to say. Jamal rammed his monster right into my sons hole, not pausing, not caring about the further tearing of Cory's cunt. He buried himself to the hilt as Andre held a bottle of poppers under Cory's nose. Cory took several large hits, then just went kind of limp. Jamal pulled all the way out, then slammed himself back in balls deep. Grabbing Cory's black hair he yanked the boys head back as he raped his hole. Andre shoved his cum and blood covered cock down Cory's throat and fucked the boys throat, choking him. Cory just flailed and bucked as the two big, black cocks took control of his body, using it for their pleasure alone, not caring of any discomfort they were causing. After at least 30 minutes of non stop spit roasting, Jamal buried himself deep in my son and filled his brutalized guts with his load of toxic cum. Pulling out, Andre shoved his cock in Cory's cunt and pumped a third load into my son. When he pulled out I got a close up of Cory's wrecked hole, stretched open and puffy, his rosebud oozing pink cum. The men cleaned themselves off in his mouth and everyone just kind of collapsed. "Happy birthday son." I whispered in Cory's ear. "Welcome to your new life."

All similarity between characters and real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are fictional and at or above the age of consent for any/all sexual acts included here in. If you're not interested in bb sex, drug use or straight boys first time being creamed, then please tell me why you are here and not reading a biography of Susan B Anthony or learning underwater Basket weaving? Synopses: In part 1, Rhett recalls the first time he partied and had gay sex. From meeting an older man named Dave at a local park bathroom, to slowly coming around to the idea of partying, to letting a dealer named Aaron convince him to try it. Once he found how much he liked it, he tried staying away, but before long he was back at it and enjoying it more than ever. Teenage TempTaTion Part Two: Dealing in TempTaTion Jump forward a few years to present day, and you’d barely recognize me as the same guy. In the interim I graduated from school, took a few years of classes at the local community college, dropped out, went to work for the family business and rented a small house just outside of town. When I’m not working for my Dad’s handyman business, I am a part-time dealer of crystal to the college and high school kids, as well as an occasional fag from online. Since my job being Mr. fix-it requires me to drive around town at all hours in a white truck emblazoned with my company’s logo and contact info, I am practically invisible to the local PD. Never once have I been stopped, unless it involved some cop asking me how to caulk his bathtub or refinish a table or something. With my tall Midwestern good looks, big cut talented cock, and ability to supply all sorts of goods I enjoy a little fame with the young peeps in town. Being a stud dealer has made me tons of friends, both gay and straight. Since I only party once every blue moon, Aaron has entrusted me with finding new distributers, and testing them to be sure they won’t just smoke, snort or shoot all the stuff they’re supposed to sell. Testing requires getting the new people high, and going as far as they might be willing: fucking, licking, stroking, sucking, etc. Sometimes a guy or gal can handle a party like that, but pretty soon the tweekers and addicts will show their nature, texting or calling five or six times a day, begging to score and screw. If they don’t seem to crave the high, and still enjoy getting off without it, I’ll sign them as new talent. A few might slowly get hooked and Aaron cuts them loose, but so far most of the guys have worked out perfectly, providing new clients to us and running the cash and drugs on their bikes and parents’ minivans with “honor roll” bumper stickers. When the stars align, and some straight guy informs Aaron that he wants to start dealing, Aaron sets him up for a test session with the only female dealer on his payroll. Knowing hot some of the male dealers are, you’d think the girl would be just as gorgeous, but it’s just the opposite. Standing about 5’4, she weighs in around 200 lbs, with saggy tits, a flabby gut, an ass like two sacks of lumpy gravy and the loosest pussy I’ve ever fucked (yes, I’ve fucked her, I had to pass the test to start dealing too). Add all that to her mediocre face, stringy hair and questionable hygiene and you can understand why only the most dedicated straight guys even try to get a job from Aaron. Due to the highly addictive nature of the drug and the age and maturity level of the boys selling it, there is a lot of turn over. With each new guy, Aaron and the rest of the regular crew and I make bets whether the newbie will last til they get a real job and quit or get hooked on the product and forced out. Any guy forced out has usually done something retarded like getting collared or showing up with no drugs and no money for what they were supposed to sell. Usually the boy has some sob story about being robbed or ditching the drugs to avoid being arrested, and sometimes they get a second chance if they’re willing to let Aaron use them for the pleasure of his group of buddies. Occasionally he is even forgiving enough to overlook a small amount of missing green or dope a second time, but whoever is responsible is forever out of the dealing biz. As long as I’ve known him, I’ve only known a few guys to try to disappear with a large wad/stash, but it never succeeds. Aaron has eyes all over town, and once he finds them, they pay him back, with cash or pain. Fully aware of the odd of someone succeeding at dealing, I’m always surprised when one of my buyers shows an interest. I should know by now that it looks like easy money to kids who’ve never had a real job, or college goers with loans to pay, yet no matter what warning I give, I can’t convince them that its hard work. It’s a delusion they’ll cling to until they see for themselves. So when Eddy, a regular customer of mine, told me he had a buddy who wanted to deal, I shook my head and prepared myself to watch the attempt and failure of some kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Nothing could have prepared me to discover this “friend” was actually the son of one of the wealthier families in town, especially not a handsome, naïve, privileged high schooler like Mark Montague. His identity was revealed to me one weekend at Eddy’s parents’ lake house, where I was delivering a considerable amount of ghb, coke and tina in exchange for cash (and the chance to fuck some sexually-confused, drug-impaired jockboys). The cocky teen host was dating some bitch from his class, but he spilled about his friend after partaking in some coke and 69ing with me. That was right before he purchased and downed a dose of ghb, which got him high enough to let me breed him in the back of my truck. I’ll admit I was hoping to take another shot at Eddy’s ass so I was a little bit disappointed that the party was co-ed. Still, I was making a small fortune from these rich kids, so I did my job, pumped a beer from the keg, and asked Eddy to point out which of his buds wanted to sell. My jaw hit the floor when he nodded to the tall rosy cheeked teen in the corner. I instantly recognized Mark. Now maybe this was just Eddy pulling a fast one, because there was no way Mark Minkus would possibly deal drugs. Heck, even at the party, surrounded by a bunch of his drugged, drunk, wild peers, Mark stood up straight, nursing a beer I’d seen him fill when he arrived hours earlier. This fit with my image of the Montague family: Unsmiling stuffed-shirts married to well-bred wives, producing heirs to continue the cattle empire they’d run for generations. My dad was constantly sending me on calls to the Montague house, fulfilling the contract they’d had with us since my Grandfather began our business in the late 50’s. The gorgeous old mansion his family built in the 20’s sat on almost half the land in the richest part of the fanciest district in the most exclusive suburb of our dinky town. I pay almost no attention to high school news or clubs but even I had heard that Mark competed on two school sports teams and was rumored to have turned down a modeling offer received after he’d won some debate at the state competition last year. Looking at Eddy with a raised eyebrow, he assured me he was for real, and led me to Mark to make introductions. Watching the color drain from Mark’s face when Eddy introduced me as the “supplier” Mark wanted to meet, I knew this was the real deal. Oblivious and high as a kite, Eddy missed Mark’s worried look entirely before turning and walking back into the crowd, leaving Mark and I to discuss “business.” Eyes wide with fear, stammering and insisting he didn’t know what Eddy was talking about, it was tempting to let him think I was going to rat him out, but for once I fought the urge and chose to save the kid from having a heart attack. Assuring him I wasn’t going to tell, I reminded him that I had just as much to lose as he did if either one of us was found out, but he still looked terrified when I asked him why he wanted to sell. “Can we discuss this somewhere less… crowded?” His eyes darted around, checking for a place to hold our secret meeting. Unless Eddy had a secret basement speakeasy that I didn’t know about, the only place we thought might give us some privacy was the laundry room. It was located as far from the party as possible, nestled between the back stairs and the garage, which Eddy locked to keep his father’s boat and motorcycle safe. Sauntering across the party towards the back hall, Mark seemed acutely focused on acting like nothing was going on, which had the exact opposite effect. Luckily for both of us, everyone else was too busy snorting lines of C and T, downing capfuls of ghb, or stripping to go skinny dipping to give a damn. Inside the quiet, tidy, well-lit room, I got a good look at Mark and wondered why I’d never taken the time to check him out before. He wasn’t too tall, nor too muscular, but his chinos and polo fit nicely, hinting that his teen body had some definition, specifically around his awesome bubble butt. Wishing I could see it in more detail, I was struck with an epiphany. “Before we have a conversation that could be incriminating,” I said, emphasizing the seedy nature of our chat by locking the door and lowering my voice to a whisper. “I need to be sure you’re not wearing a wire. Strip.” Any defiance in his eyes was gone in a second once I straightened up and crossed my large, muscular arms across my wide. flat pecs. My corn-fed smile makes some people forget that I can be pretty intimidating when I stand up to my full 6’2 inches and puff out my chest to show off the mass I obtained tossing bales and carrying bags of cement up and down ladders. With a defeated nod of affirmation, he unbuttoned his polo and lifted it up over his head, allowing me an unimpaired view of his burgeoning abs, pecs and biceps. School athletics and good genetics were working together to make him into a real stud. He paused before undoing his pants, so I grunted in frustration and took the initiative, reaching out to pop open his top button and whisk the zipper down before he could step in. I smiled when I felt him give in and go slightly limp, and I decided to keep up the forward momentum by sliding my hands down the back of his pants, over his plump, fabric covered butt cheeks, before pulling his slacks down to his ankles. Maybe I should have worried that he’d notice my cock rapidly hardening under my bball shorts but Mark kept his eyes straight ahead, either to seem respectful or out of humiliation, or a little of both. Surely he’d stop me from removing his briefs, unless, of course, I could get them down before he noticed. ‘Aw fuck it,’ I said to myself as I gripped the elastic waist and tore his size medium hanes tighty-whiteys down his legs. Feeling the breeze seemed to re-activate his brain, eliciting a boyish squeak from his mouth while his hands shot to cover his sweet circumsized dick and almost hairless balls. Even concealed, I could still picture them as clear as day, making mental notes of the 3 to 3.5 inch shaft, pretty pink helmet, slight curve to his right, and the generous thickness. ‘Looks like a grower’ I thought before standing back and taking in the whole package. Clothed, Mark was an average, attractive teen boy, but now he could have been the muse of many great artists. Paintings, sculptures and poems could be inspired by his firm manly musculature softened by the last hints of boyish baby fat. His cheeks turned bright pink…both sets of cheeks J “H-How do I know you’re not wearing a wire too?” his voice whispered back to me, catching me off guard. Little shit had me there. Double checking the door to be sure it was locked, I returned the favor he’d done me by slipping off my wind breaker, tossing away my sleeveless tee and sliding my silky shorts to my knees. “Happy?” I asked the teen, who raised an eyebrow and looked down at my jock. Smirking, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and worked them lower and lower until my big hard cock slapped back against my cut abs. Watching Mark’s face was priceless when he caught sight of just how hung I am. Aghast, his mouth hanging open as wide as his eyes, he looked from my dick to my face and back to my dick before turning beet red and forcing himself to look away. “Yeah, fine, put it away.” I gave it another second before I pulled my dick away from my navel and slid it back inside my black jockstrap. As I slid up my shorts, Mark remembered his own nudity and turned around and bent over to get his undies back up. His cheeks spread for just a moment and I enjoyed catching a glimpse of his asshole, surrounded by some light, soft hairs. As he retrieved his pants, I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me, repeating my question about his desire to deal, getting close enough that our naked chests were almost in contact and speaking low enough that he had to stay there to hear me. “I dunno man, I wanna make some extra money I guess,” he softly answered, averting his eyes as he told me an obvious lie. “Bull shit,” I quietly shot back, making up for the lack of volume by sliding my hand around the back of his neck and squeezing as I continued. “I know you don’t need the dough and I doubt you plan on making a career out of it, so either cut the shit and tell me the real reason, or I’ll kick the shit outta you for wasting my time.” “Maybe this was a mistake-“ He tried to wriggle free but my grip was tight. “Too late for that dipshit,” I cut him off, lifting my free hand up to his neck and pushing him back till he hit the wall, pinning him against it with my forearm. “Truth time or you get to explain the bruises to your buddies.” “I… I can’t…” I pulled back my hand a made a fist, and his eyes closed as he spilled the beans. “I wanted to be cool, okay?!?!” “What?” I lessened the pressure on his neck but kept my fist raised. “I wanted to be cool…” he looked at me with tears in his eyes before dropping his gaze to my feet. “Guys like Eddy host these wild parties and provide the booze and drugs for everyone and end up fucking the hottest chicks at school and hanging with the coolest guys, and everyone sees me as the…you know…” “Square with the stick up his ass?” I helped him out while dropping both arms and stepping back enough to give him some air. “I was gonna say goodie two shoes, but yeah.” Mark corrected me. “Only the square with a stick up his ass says shit like ‘goodie two shoes’ marky boy,” I said, laughing quietly. “Okay so I’m a stick-assed square,” he admitted, relaxing a little and chuckling too. “I guess I figured I could get away with not getting wasted or stoned if I was the one providing the booze and drugs. Stupid huh?” “Nah man,” Stepping closer, I leaned against the wall next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “That’s kinda genius actually. How come you don’t host the party instead or pay for the drugs and liquor or anything?” “I tried that man,” Mark said, getting upset. “When I hosted, no one showed, and when I paid for the…you know, everyone was really cool until I heard someone say I had only done it so I they couldn’t send me home once the party got going. Everybody thinks I’m just another Montague stooge, buying friends and being the boy scout. So last week, when one of the hot younger maids got fired for screwing her boyfriend in my parent’s bed, I had an idea. I waited for my Dad to drop me at school the next day and told him I’d let Maria and her boyfriend in their room in exchange for a blow job from her, then I hopped out of the car and started across the lawn.” “Fuck, what’d he do?” My curiosity was too strong to wait for him to pause. “He did just what I hoped.” Mark came closer and dropped his voice a little lower. “He rolled down the window of his jag and yelled ‘You’d better keep your dick in your pants or next time it won’t just be Maria I kick out of the house!’ right in front of Eddy and his buds!” I busted up laughing and Mark joined in, until he remembered where we are and motioned for me to shut up. Stifling my laughter, I motioned for him to continue. “Not too surprisingly, Eddy came over and asked what that was all about,” Mark said, smiling wide. “I told him that my Dad caught me drinking his good scotch and fucking one of our maids in his bed and fired her. I even added that I was grounded and he wouldn’t give me any dough and I was desperate to make some cash. Somebody in the crowd told me I should start selling at parties and suddenly I heard myself agreeing and asking how I could start. I figured no one would follow up, but a few nights ago Eddy stopped me on my way home from practice and told me to come tonight and he’d introduce me to a dude who could get me into dealing.” “I bet you didn’t think it would be me,” I said, pushing off the wall and scooping my shirt off the top of the dryer. “No way dude,” Mark volunteered while redressing himself. “I almost shit my pants when I saw you walking over!” “I was pretty fucking freaked myself man,” I added, putting him at ease. “I figured it was a fucking joke or worse: a sting.” “Damn dude, no wonder you wanted to check for bugs.” Good, he was buying it. “So now do you believe me? Can I come to work for you and start dealing?” “It’s not that easy Marky,” I stopped him and explained that I was only a middle man, and my boss would have to meet him, approve him and initiate him before we could even think about him working for me. Lastly I told him Aaron’s rule requiring each new guy to party and get wild with someone to make sure the guy could handle it. “So that means you’ll have to smoke or snort some tina, and fuck somebody with one of his crew there to witness it.” “Damn man,” Mark looked freaked again. “I can’t do drugs dude. My folks would kill me, maybe even disown me! They are extremely strict about that stuff. They’ve even drug tested me a few times, since we heard my cousin had dropped out of school after getting hooked on something last year.” Mark’s cousin had been a wrestler and got a scholarship to the university in town, where his parents figured he would do well since his Aunt, Uncle and cousins lived only minutes away. I first met him when he was strapped in a sling in Aaron’s garage, trading his ass for some tina when some girl he’d been seeing got him hooked on it. Within two months he’d become a total addict and his girlfriend’s dealer agreed to give him a big sack in exchange for letting him and a buddy or two play with his dick. 24 hours later they had him high on ghb and tina, taking loads in the sling from Aaron, his crew and anyone who would pay $50 to Aaron. He failed a drug test a few weeks after that, lost his scholarship and rather than telling his folks, he moved in to a house with his girl and three or four other druggies and started selling his ass, mouth and cock for tina. Last I heard, he got arrested in the back alley behind the town’s only gay club, and his uncle shipped him off to rehab and paid a ton of money to make the papers call it ‘exhaustion.’ “Shit man, guess I can’t help you then,” I shrugged and handed him the beer he’d been drinking (now featuring a tiny dose of ghb). “But good luck working that shit out man.” I held my cup out and clinked with his bottle, both of us downing a gulp from our cups before he began trying to come up with ways he could get around the rules. Somehow it never occurred to him to offer to buy the stuff directly from me at full price and sell it to his friends for full price, making it look like he was dealing while keeping his nose clean. Since he never asked, I never offered it as an option. Each time I shot him down, I somehow worked in a subtle direction for him to drink more. Before long, his bottle was empty and I could see the g taking effect. Suddenly, his walls were lowered enough to allow him to consider my original offer. “When you say I’d have to screw someone,” He slurred slightly, and hopped awkwardly up onto the dryer next to me. “who would I have to screw.” “First I said you’d have to fuck someone,” I corrected him, emphasizing the curse word since he seemed shy about saying it, let alone doing it. “and it would be someone from A’s crew, one of the folks working for him.” “So some girl who deals too?” Mark asked, his eyebrow lifting in wonder. “Yeah some girl or some guy,” I tossed in like it was nothing. “Which ever you prefer.” “Gross man,” the young, slightly wasted guy by my side made a face at the thought of a man. “I’m not into guys, I’m into girls man.” “Whatever,” me thinks the teen doth protest too much. “Don’t make a lick o’ difference if you’re a fag bro.” “I’m not!” Mark insisted. “and you shouldn’t say fag man. My cousin, the one who got in trouble, was found behind the Ranchhand bar, the one where the gay guys hang out and I heard my mom say she thinks he is in the closet and he might have been there to have sex.” “Just cause you screw around with a guy,” lowering my voice so Mark would lean in again, I acted like I was about to pass on some magical secret. “doesn’t make you gay Marky boy. I know plenty of dudes that trade hand jobs for drugs or let gay guys suck or jerk them off for a buck. Hell, I even jerked with some buddies back in school when I needed to get off.” “You did?” He said, a little too loudly, then repeated himself in a whisper. “You did? Didn’t you worry that someone would tell? Or you might get caught?” “Nah man,” I made a sound like he was nuts. “none of the guys would tell cause they’d be telling that they did it too. Plus we didn’t worry about getting caught cause we’d sneak down to the old bathroom in the park and do it.” “That place where the guys say you can get head or jerked off or whatever?” Mark leaned in, his voice still soft but filled with excitement. “Yeah, saw some of that going on,” I admitted, but stopped before giving him the whole story. “But me and my buds would just jerk and look at porn on our phones.” “Wow,” Mark fell silent, lost in thought. Moments later, he leaned back against the cabinet over the dryer and spoke again. “So if I agreed to party and scr- fuck some bitch, who would witness for your boss?” “Either him or me, I guess,” my eyes turned to the front to avoid letting him see the excitement in my eyes at the idea of getting to see him fucking some girl, or better yet, letting me suck his cock. “He won’t let you meet anyone else till you’re on the payroll in case you decided to rat him out.” “I guess that’d be okay,” He said, shrugging again. “But it’s a moot point anyway bro, cause I’d never be able to do it and be sure my folks wouldn’t test me and find out.” “That sucks man,” My mind whirred and buzzed as the gears spun in search of a way around his folks. “So there’s no way they’d leave you alone for a week when they were traveling or let you go on a trip somewhere for a few days or anything.” “Even if they did go on a trip,” he pouted as he explained. “They’d leave my dad’s driver-butler-assistant guy around to stop in and check up on me and my brother all the time, and they’d be sure to test me after they got back. Last year they went on a cruise for two weeks and made him stay in the pool house and spend the days with us every single day. This summer they went to visit my grandma in Europe for a few days when he couldn’t be there, so they had me spend the weekend at the home of one of my Dad’s business partners and I had to share my room with his 10-year-old son. My brother got to stay at a friend’s house and I was forced to sleep on a bunk bed with some twerp I’d never met before.” “Why did they pick that guy?” I inquired, formulating a plan. “He was the coach of my former little league team,” Mark responded angrily. “They figured he’d keep me in line just like when I was on the team. I tried to find a friend I could stay with, but none of the guys I know were exactly stoked to volunteer to babysit my ass. Now my Dad is getting on me about making friends, and it’s like ‘how am I supposed to make friends, DAD, when you won’t let me do anything ever?!?!?!’” “What if you found a friend to invite you over?” I postulated, ready to make a move. “What if the next trip your folks go on, you get an offer to spend a few nights or a week or whatever with one of your new best guy friends? Someone from school who is respectable and rich enough for your dad to know the family, but not familiar enough for him to know the kid’s parents?” “That would be cool,” Mark’s voice showed no sign of recognizing what I was suggesting. “but even if I had a friend like that, which I don’t, how would that help? I’d still be stuck at some dude’s house.” “Not if your friend was doing you a favor,” I hopped down from the dryer and turned to face Mark, who slowly pulled himself upright so we were face to face. “What if you tell one of the guys from school, like Eddy or someone who heard about your fake session with Maria, what if you tell that guy that you need to make a run down to the city to pick up some party goods from a dealer and meet up with Maria for a few nights of hardcore partying and pounding her pussy, and you need him to tell your dad that you’re staying with him so you can do it without your parents finding out?” “That’s fucking genius!” Mark jumped to his feet, but almost fell over, unaware that he’d not only gulped down a full beer but also a dose of ghb that was making him woozy and willing. “Who should I ask?” We brainstormed and ended up vetoing most of the guys who worked for Mark’s family as well as a few they knew from the club and social groups. Finally we had it down to two guys: Daniel, a recent transfer to the school and the son of a wealthy German man who moved to town with his 22 year old bride after selling his design firm for a cool billion dollars, and Eddy, who belonged to a family whose status had risen drastically when they purchased a slew of failing farms in the area, began fracking for natural gas, discovered a huge supply and sold the drilling rights to some oil and gas companies for nearly $100 million. “I should probably ask Eddy first,” Mark said, reading my mind. I doubted he had the same reasoning, since mine revolved around promising Eddy no one would find out he’d taken my dick up my ass if he figured out a way to do it, so I waited for him to explain. “His folks travel all the time, and let him do whatever he wants, but they hired a housekeeper to keep him in line when they’re gone.” “Parties like this are ‘keeping him in line?’” Guffawing, I figured Mark’s buzz had him confused, but he continued. “Eddy said the woman is willing to forget anything for a little moola,” Mark chuckled at the word moola, but recovered and kept on. “He can get probably get her to speak to my Dad if I promise him some of the drugs or I ‘find’ some cash that my dad doesn’t know I have and pay her myself. Also, my dad hates Daniel’s dad. He’s always calling him Euro-trash and new money and all that shit.” “Eddy it is then.” I slapped Mark on the back and we returned to the crowd in search of the host. Eddy was balls deep in his girlfriend but he paused and left her naked bent over the side of the hot tub when I motioned for him to join us. Without any indication that it was okay, I led Mark and Eddy upstairs to the small bedroom that probably belonged to Eddy when his folks were there, but sat empty on nights like this where he’d retire to the master suite with either his girlfriend or some other wasted young bitch. As Mark explained the plan, he kept getting distracted by Eddy’s hard dick hanging over the top of his regulation speedos from the swim team. It didn’t help that Eddy was absent mindedly stroking himself with one hand, using the other to tweak his nipple. Sensing a need to refocus both boys, I pulled out a small bag of tina and loaded my bowl, letting Eddy take hit after hit until his dick went soft and his pupils were huge. “Plan sounds perfect Montague,” Eddy said on an exhale of smoke from the bubble pipe. “Just tell me when Rhett needs you to go get that shit and I’ll have Frau Cuntpunter call your dad to verify that you’re staying with me.” We all laughed at Eddy’s nickname, Cuntpunter, for his housekeeper, a Swedish woman named Olghe Keunbinter (pronounced Eul-guh Kee-oon-bin-ter), and Mark thanked me, telling us he’d better get home before his dad discovered he snuck out (really he got permission to go to a party with some of the guys on his baseball team as long as he was home by 12). I grabbed his arm, thrusting my hand into his pocket and rooted around, making sure to squeeze his cock a little before finding his phone and pulling it out. Dialing my number into it, I pressed send and saved his phone number with a quick photo I took right then and there. “My number is saved in your phone under ‘Maintainance,’ okay?” I handed it back to him and he nodded. “Tomorrow once you find out when your parent’s next trip is, text me and Eddy so we can figure out how soon you can do what I need.” Pulling him into a hug, I was happy to feel his hard on press into my thigh, having responded involuntarily to my groping moments earlier. It was supposed to last just a second but he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer, whispering ‘thanks Rhett’ before pulling back and stumbling slightly on his way to the door. Once I was able to see him drive away and knew he wasn’t too fucked up to drive, I turned back to Eddy, who was taking another hit from the pipe. “How about stripping off those speedos and letting me suck your cock now?” I suggested as I sank to Eddy’s side and took the pipe and made the decision to go ahead and get high. “Sorry bro, my girl is waiting.” Eddy said, although he stripped off his speedos and started stroking again while we smoked. “Your girl is getting fucked by Daniel right outside the window,” I revealed, getting Eddy to cross to the window and peer down where his girlfriend was taking the German boy’s small uncut cock up her ass. “Fuck, bitch never lets me put it in her ass!” He complained, sitting on the bed, where I joined him, handing him the pipe and stroking his exposed cock and chest while he took another big hit. “That’s cause you’re so big bro,” I complimented his average size cock, making his ego swell as well as his cock head. “Forget her skanky ass and we’ll find some other pussy to tag team.” “Fuck yeah man,” Eddy agreed, shotgunning a hit with me. “First lets do a little g, okay?” I produced a bottle from my pocket and grabbed my empty beer cup from the night stand. I poured some in the cap from the ghb bottle and about double that into the empty red solo cup while Eddy made excuses about not wanting to. It did him no good when I handed him the cup and clinked with the cap, since habit caused him to down the dose. He made a face and gagged a little at the awful taste and we continued to pass the pipe while I talked about the hot bitch we’d be fucking any second. His legs were over my shoulders as soon as I latched the door and made sure the lock was secure. Only semi aware of what was happening, Eddy grimaced as I forced my finger up his ass covered in lotion from the nightstand and a crystal of tina from my stash. When his face relaxed into a smile, I took it to mean yes, and withdrew my finger until just the end of it was pressed into his tight sphincter. As I expected his butt was clean from smoking t and showering before the party, so I didn’t hesitate to replace my fingertip with my dick head and press forward. “Wait. Stop.” Were probably what he was trying to say, but it came out more like “wayyy, saaap.” Pulling my phone from my discarded pants pocket on the pillow by his head, I opened the file I sent myself from Mark’s phone, containing all the photos he had on there. Just like any red blooded American boy, after some lame shots of his dog, a slide show from his last trip abroad, and some stealthy pics of some girls in his class, he had some selfies in various states of undress. I began thrusting into Eddy’s tight ass hard, as I scrolled through photo after photo of Mark as he went from clothed, to shirtless, to various pairs of briefs and even a thong type pair that were big enough that I figured he’d borrowed them from his father’s collection. Finally I hit the jackpot and found three shots with no face. One of his chest and just the top of his balls and shaft, one of his nude back and perfect ass, and one from his nipples to his knees, with his big, cut pink dick front and center. My nut grew closer as I zoomed in on the hefty hard on that belonged to the boy I planned to corrupt in the coming weeks, until I could tell I was mere minutes away. Switching to my video app, I set the phone on the side table against the lamp and made sure it was catching Eddy’s face, chest and cock, not to mention his legs spread to accept my bare monster dick. Working faster and faster, I heard my bitch’s complaints were silenced, with only a rare ‘yeah’ or ‘mmmfuck’ in their place. Asking him if he wanted my seed up his ass, I slowed down, causing him to whimper and nod yes. “Say it.” I ordered, keeping my head out of the video. “I wan yo seed up my azzz,” he slurred. Satisfied that the camera had picked it up, I returned to full speed and within seconds I found my load shooting full strength inside him. As the last drop spewed forth, I reached over and stopped the recording, before falling on top of the tender teen and feeling him whimper as I waited for a second wind so I could get a video fucking him doggy style.

My boyfriend David and I were in an outdoorsy type store buying camping supplies, mainly a new tent, for a trip we were planning for the weekend when we ran into another couple friend of ours, Chad & Rick. We had been friends with them for several years and were quite close. We would invite them to our parties, they would invite us to theirs and often our mutual friends would invite both of us. We hung out a lot as individually we had many things in common. Rick and I were both the bottoms in our relationships, we were both going to school as non-traditional students working on our B.S, his in Chemistry mine in Computer Science, and we were both potheads. Rick and I went to different schools on opposite sides of town but we would study together for our math courses when they lined up or I would ask him questions from his notes or he would ask me questions from mine. David and Chad were the tops, didn’t smoke, were the bread winners in the relationships and got along great with idle chit chat while watching TV, something neither Rick nor I was much interested in. Rick and I would play video games all day long, but to sit and watch TV was torture. While we were chatting with Chad and Rick they mentioned that they had never been camping but had considered going. “Why don’t you come with us?” I suggested. “We don’t have any gear or anything that we would need.” Chad replied, “But thanks for the offer.” “You can just use our stuff, we have extra of everything. Except a tent, you’d have to buy a tent.” “Well thanks, but with the remodel we’re doing, we are very tightly budgeted. We are only here looking for a birthday gift for my dad.” At the end of the conversation, they agreed to come and we purchased a new tent for us as well as a tent for them to borrow. We gave them directions to the campsite that we used and told them we would have everything with us and get it set up; all they had to do was show up. Rick and I hugged, while Chad and David shook hands, then I hugged Chad, and Rick hugged David and we bid each other farewell. “If they weren’t HIV+ I’d fuck the hell out of Chad.” I told David after they had left. “Don’t you mean you’d let Chad fuck the hell out of you?” “It’s the same thing.” I rolled my eyes. “Well don’t get too wet,” David said while grabbing my ass, “It’s risky even with a condom. I want to stay negative.” “I know, me too.” I said as I grabbed another tent from the shelf and we headed to the checkout. The camp was on the side of a lake, roughly square with a small fire pit in the middle and room to set up a tent in each corner of the site. We set the two tents up adjacent to each other across the fire pit and got the rest of the campsite ready for our guests. I mentioned that we’d have to be quiet when we had sex so Chad and Rick wouldn’t hear but David told me there would be no sex this trip because he didn’t want them to hear. I reluctantly agreed. The site was not perfectly aligned with the cardinal direction but it was at the intersection of two paths that ran generally from east-west and from north-south. South lead to the path to get to the parking area, north wound off into the mountains, east went off into the deep woods and west lead to the lake. I heard a car horn honk three times, which was the signal that our guests had arrived so I ran down the trail to the parking area to meet them and bring them back. It took me a minute to get there and it must have been a long trip because when I arrived Chad has his dick out pissing. He had a great piece but didn’t notice me as he had his head turned talking with Rick. “Looks nice,” I said, startling him. He jumped, blushed, finished and zipped, quite quickly. Rick and I embraced and started walking back to the campsite, while Chad grabbed their bag of cloths and personal effects, following a short distance behind. “So how big is he?” I asked. “10 and knows how to use it.” “Same as David, we are two lucky bottoms.” I said grinning. When we got to the campsite I slipped into the tent and grabbed the weed and my pipe and me and Rick smoked up and giggled, while Chad and David talked about masculine gay stuff and work. As the sun was setting Rick and I went down to the lake to smoke a bit more before bed while our studs retired. I was very disappointed knowing that when I got back I wouldn’t be getting any but I understood why. It was probably the disappointment that distracted me and led Rick and I down the wrong path getting us lost, which when stoned is not that difficult. We finally made it back to the site, giggling, stoned and exhausted almost an hour later; the fire was nothing but coals. We said goodnight and slipped into our tents for the night. I slipped into our sleeping bag and nestled up against David, resting my head on his arm. He slipped his other arm around me tightly and nuzzled the back of my neck. I could feel his dick harden against my leg. He pulled his arm away and a few seconds later I felt his finger touch my hole as he smeared lube on it. “I…” I started. “Shhhh...” David shushed me. I said nothing else, I don’t know why he changed his mind but I was glad he did. I didn’t get to suck his cock which I love doing but as he suck his dick deep into my ass I slipped into bliss. Nothing beats a big cock in your ass when you’re stoned out of your mind. Inch by inch he penetrated me as I gasped the whole length of him until finally he could go no further. I arched my back pushing my ass out trying to get even one more millimeter of cock into me but ten inches was all he had. He slowly pulled out and sunk in again. God this was heaven, David slowly humped me while we lay on our sides, pulling out all the way and slowly sinking back in then a few quick partial pullouts and reentries. David put his free hand in front of my waist and pulled me close to him, then lifted his body and me with it, twisting me around so that I was now on my stomach and he was supporting himself over me pushup style while drilling my hole as fast as he could without making too much noise. He couldn’t go too fast but man going slow let him go deep each time and it was ecstasy. I moaned softly into the sleeping back as his pace and breathing quickened. He was getting a bit louder so I knew he was close, I really started milking his cock with my ass, relaxing on entry to get him in there, tightening on exit. Finally with a quick thrust that almost hurt he launched his cock as deep in my ass as he could and I could feel his massive meat throb as pumped his load into me. God damn, I thought to myself as he collapsed on top of me kissing the back of my neck. We lay there for a minute, him still inside of me not going soft; all the while he was kissing the back of my neck and stroking my own dick. I reached by hand down and pulled his hand away, not because I was close, but because I didn’t want to get off. I don’t always like getting off, but I love getting David off. I pulled his hands to my mouth and kissed him lovingly then pulled them to my chest and hugged them, closing my eyes, feeling him in me. He rocked him hips back and forth a few times then stopped. That monster still hadn’t gone down. When he stopped rocking I pulled his hands back to my mouth once again and started sucking on his thumb making sure to run my tongue in a circle around the tip. His hips started rocking again slowly and I realized he was not going down easily. But that was alright because I would. I loosed my grip on his hands and pulled forward releasing him from me and turned on my hands and knees so I could eat that monster. I could smell the frothy cum on his cock and it tasted great as his meat filled my mouth. I pulled his cock slowly out of my mouth making sure to get all the cum off of it that I could. I licked David’s dick all along the base and his balls making sure to get every drop of cum cleaning his cock. Then I went to town, shoving his cock all the way down my throat and holding it as long as I could. I wish I could say that I don’t have a gag reflex but I do, but David enjoys it, I love the way he tensed when I kept him in my throat and he would hold me down on his cock like he was forcing me to take it. Only once did he choke me to the point where I made a noise and that was only because while he was holding my head down with his right hand he shoved his left thumb up my ass. I was not expecting this and started to gasp but you cannot effectively inhale a cock so choked. That was all the hinting I needed, I spun around straddling him and took that monster into my hole again, dutifully cleaning his extremely tasty thumb. God, did his cum taste fucking awesome. I rode his cock while sucking on his thumb fantasizing that it was another man’s cock. We had discussed the idea of bringing another man into our bed before and were both on board with it, we just couldn’t find anyone who would work for us. We were still looking, though. I eventually found myself fantasizing that it was Chad’s cock that I was sucking on while I rode David. I had to quickly abolish that notion, still I rode and sucked on until David grabbed me on both hips, lunged forward pulling his torso upright, and me down on him hard. I embraced him, and he I as I once again felt his cock swell inside me. Throb after throb pumping his second load into me. I slid off him, again cleaning his cock, GOD did his cum every really taste good. He laid back down, one had rubbing the back of my head, the other who knows where. I cleaned his cock off good and just kept nursing the head of his cock. He took his had from my head and started stroking my cock again, I let him for a few minutes then pulled it from my dick and placed it back on my head. He got the hint because he didn’t touch my cock the rest of the night. He just rubbed my head while I worked his dick. I must have a talented tongue because after a few minutes he was pumping a third load directly into my mouth where I could savor every bit of it. I made sure there was no more cum to get from his cock then I lay down beside him pulling the sleeping bag close and closed my eyes to sleep. He slipped his still hard cock into my ass one final time and that is how we went to sleep. In the morning I woke shivering. David had rolled over and taken most of the sleeping bag with him, covering his head with it. It is typically cold in the mornings on camping trips. I put my clothes back on and slipped out of the tent and stretched. Hearing a twig snap I turned and saw Rick coming out of the woods zipping up; the morning pee. “How did you sleep?” I asked him. “Good till it got cold.” “Let’s go get baked.” And we headed down to the lake. We got to the lake and lit up. I passed the pipe to Rick and noticed that he looked a bit down so asked him what was up. We spent the next twenty minutes talking about relationship stuff. They were having a rough patch and Rick was a bit down, feeling unattractive as Chad and he hadn’t had sex if a few weeks. We talked till Rick felt better then went back to camp. When we got back David and Chad were up and making breakfast. They had built the fire and had everything about finished, “There are our boys,” said David smiling to beat the band. “Stoned again, I see.” Rick and I just giggled. I ran up and gave David the deepest longest kiss and snuggled close. “After breakfast I am going to head down to the town we passed and get some allergy pills.” Chad said. “I forgot to get some on the way up.” “I’ll go too.” said Rick. I grabbed David’s cock through his pants and he pulled quickly away grabbing my hand. His eyes got real big and he glared at me as if to say, “Not now.” With his mouth he told me there was something for me in the tent. I went into the tent and saw a small box. I opened the box and was actually surprised to see that my prize was a new butt plug. Hmmm, he wanted more when they left, no problem. I reached back and slipped it in; his loads from last night still in there didn’t leave much for resistance. I was happy to see only a little had leaked. Good. We finished breakfast and as Chad and Rick were getting ready to leave, two other campers, Bob and Ted another couple that we are friends with, walked passed and stopped to talk. Chad and Rick left and since they would be gone for a few hours, David and I agreed to go on a hike with them; SO much for round 4. We walked for thirty minutes talking about how we knew Chad and Rick and how good friends they were. “We invited them to come for the weekend. This is their first camping trip.” David explained. “Well I hope they are enjoying themselves, Ted and I only recently started and we love it.” “Oh they are. Chad was telling me this morning about how they had been having some problems lately.” David said grinning. “Rick and I discussed the same thing down by the lake this morning.” I said. “Well apparently a trip to the woods did the trick.” David said grinning. “Huh?” I asked quizzically. Rick had told me that Chad and he hadn’t had sex for months. I didn’t think he would lie about that. “Chad was practically beaming when he told me about their night last night. They fucked twice then Rick sucked him off. Rick wouldn’t even let Chad get him off.” David stopped and came back to me and whispered, “That’s why I gave you your surprise this morning. Hearing about it turned me on and I figured, why should they be the only ones having any fun this weekend?” The three others laughed, I just stared straight ahead. “What’s wrong?” David asked me, putting his hand on my shoulder. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “We…” I could barely speak as the realization came over me, “…didn’t have sex…last night?” David laughed at me. “No I told you we weren’t going to, lay down the pipe baby.” He winked and reached around and wiggled the butt plug. “Are you ok? You look really pale.”

Even better than a tiny dick would be no dick, there are a handful of bottom men who've had their cock and balls removed, never had the pleasure of fucking one yet tho. For me it's about the bottom's hole feeling good around my cock and taking my demon seed.

Mmmm! Some of these men, I'd ask to pull out just so that they would hold me down and fuck it into me harder and deeper. ;-) I always want that top load!

Right?! Fuck!! All the violent porn out there, it just doesn't cut it. I don't believe that the top is getting off on it, and THAT is what I want to see. A man who not only abuses his slut, but loves it, loves turning a boy into his victim. Where the fuck is that kind of porn????

Im feelin this thread. It seems like all the rape porn out there is way to staged, and way to whitewashed for me. I want brutal, hardcore, fuck him so hard he truly is crying. I want a real masochist to be brutally raped to the point you might think about dropping him off at the hospital. None of this let me put condom on and lightly hit you across the face. I know that their are guys out their that are true sadist and their masochist followers.

Hell with me its the opposit!! I WANT every guy to cum inside me, but so many guys in sauna;s fuck me raw, then pull out and spill their cum over my bubble butt... it's such a waste! If a guy is prepared to enter me raw, he should at least have the common decency to give my hole his spunk and breed me. Even if he's poz... especially if he's poz.