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Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

I am convinced that humans are not meant for just one sex partner. Some folks I know in open relationships have much better lives than some that I know that stay true to one partner. I think what you are feeling is part of that. I am sure not one to give relationship advice. However, I do believe that you owe it to your partner to tell him how you feel. And, if you bring "bugs" into the relationship without his knowledge, have your really treated someone right afterh they have trusted you? If you want more sex.....then go for it.....but be open and honest about it. Better to lose a partner by being honest than by being a douche-bag.

'Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ The boy felt is cock stiffen. “You want to be used by a real man boy?” “Yes sir.” The man’s picture was of his neck down, sitting on a couch, a white singlet on, white underwear with his legs parted wide showing his 9” bulge clearly and white socks. Michael instantly wanted his face there. He checked the Man’s profile; under description all that was written was; ‘For real sluts only’ Michael was instantly turned on, he messaged the profile ‘Hello’ and within minutes the profile replied. “Hi Boy, you know what you want?” He wasn’t wasting his time, so neither did Michael bother with any further pleasantries. “I’m a slut sir, I want to be used and ruined” “Good to hear. no wasting time bitch, where are you?” Michael felt his heart rate quicken, he was so horny, he needed to get fucked. He was only in London for a few days before he flew out to Spain to continue travelling, he hadn’t had time since he landed a few days ago to hook up with any one, and he was desperate. After two nights in a hostel, grinding his cock against the bed without release he couldn’t take another night. He asked the profile for a face picture to which he got a curt response; “No.” Michael hesitated, then sent his location. He was lying on the bed jacking off, but he wanted more. He needed more. “Close.” The profile gave the boy the address of a park and gave his number. “Whatsapp me. names Chris.” The boy sent him ‘hi sir’ immediately. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to meet the man, but he was already getting dressed. He was so horny that he needed to get fucked, and this guy was dominant and hot. After a quick walk in the dark, the boy found the park. He headed to the brick building at the back as Chris had instructed, hidden by bushes at the back of the building, Michael sent Chris a message to say he was here. “Good. now strip and say ‘Michael is a slut’ out loud, three times.” What? Michael was taken a back. He hesitated and his phone buzzed. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Michaels heart rate quickened again, was he watching him? He was in too deep anyway now, he wanted to be fucked, he wanted to be dominated. The boy stripped. When he was completely nude he spoke. 'Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ ‘Michael is a slut’ The boy felt is cock stiffen. “You want to be used by a real man boy?” Michael heard the voice from his right, he looked but there wasn’t anyone there. “Yes sir.” “Turn around and get on your knees, face the wall” Michael did as instructed. The first thing he felt of his new master was a hot stream of piss hitting the back of his head. It continued to rain on him. Chris instructed for him to tilt his head back and open his mouth. Michael was turned on and disgusted. He’d drank piss before, but never from a stranger whom he hadn’t seen. His hard 7” cock told him he loved it. He did as he was told and felt the piss run over his eyes and some fell into his mouth. He swallowed without being told. The stream died down and Chris stepped up behind the boy and wiped him down with the shirt the boy had left in the dirt when he undressed. Without saying a word, Chris grabbed the boys hair, yanked it back and pried his mouth open with his hand. The boy winced. He had never had a man become so aggressive so fast before. Chris spat in the boys mouth and looked down on him before letting him go. “You want this slut?” he teased the boy Michael hesitated but succumbed. He did want this. His hole felt like it was burning, he so desperately wanted to be fucked. He had always been sleazy and had, had a dirtier mind than most. He had always gravitated to rough, dirty men and now was no different. He was most fulfilled sexually when the man fucking him didn’t care about his wellbeing. ‘Yes sir’ Michael almost whispered. “Have any limits faggot?” Chris was menacing when he said the word ‘faggot’, accentuating the t at the end of the word. “Blood and scat sir” “Now listen bitch, I’ll give you my cock. If you want it. But that makes you my fuck toy, and fuck toys don’t get a say in what happens to them. Okay?” Michael’s head was rushing. He was so turned on. This guy was telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. He’d fantasised about exactly this for so long, talking to so many men online, telling them how worthless he wanted to be made to feel. Then came the fear. He was face to face with further than he had gone before. He was sure this guy would be rough with him tonight, and that he mightn’t use protection. But he was so horny he couldn’t help but whisper “okay” "Turn around and lick the pre-cum off my cock you pig” Michael did as told, savouring the salty taste as he stared up at the dominant man. His face was handsome. Dark hair, dark eyes, stubble but not a full beard. His chest was built and slightly defined, covered in thin layer of hair but not overly furry. His pubic hair was thick and dark and smelled of a couple days unwashed. Michael parted his lips and took the cock into his mouth. He sucked well and this was confirmed by Chris eliciting a groan. Michael took it down his throat and pushed his face into the bush surrounding Chris’ cock. He could taste the sweat on Chris’ cock and could feel his face being covered with the smell of cock and balls as he bobbed his faggot head up and down on the strangers cock. Chris stood and watched the faggot on his knees, a cute boy, a slutty boy, an easy boy to play with and fuck up. Chris teased the boy by face fucking him a little before pulling him up to his feet. He kissed the boy just once on the lips, the last time I ever do that he thought. “ready boy? You want me to ruin you for real?” “fuck yes” Michael was weak at the knees, staring into this mans dark brown eyes. “ruin me sir" Chris turned the faggot around and slammed him into the breeze block wall the faggot had faced when he was pissed on. The faggot was winded and it took him a second to realise he could feel his Master’s cock in between his asscheeks. He moaned. “Gonna fucking destroy you, you piece of trash. You fucking want it too don’t you, you sleazy fuck” “yes sir” Michael groaned as his face was pushed into the stone. “What happens when you’re destroyed faggot?” He spat the words into the boys ear, knowing he had the faggot now, the boy was lost in desperation, grinding its cunt back and forth on the mans cock, the precum sliming up its cunt ready to be ruined. “You throw me away sir” “No boy, wouldn’t want to leave trash lying around - I’ll fucking waste you” The words were whispered into the boys ear as he pushed his ass back from the wall and into his Master, the thick cock pressed perfectly against his hole, with premium lubing the way that it slid in. No resistance. The boy gasped. He had been fingering his cunt earlier and this had made it soft and helped with it in without more lube. The sensation of the nasty talk his master was dealing and the thick cock opening up his hole as he slid back onto it, raw, made the faggot melt back into his new Master with a quiet and long moan. He was pressed up against Chris now, Chris held one hand on the boys slim stomach and used the other to grab his hair and pull him back as he bottomed out in the bitch. Chris smiled to himself as he looked at the bitch, eyes closed, consumed in pleasure, didn’t say a word about a condom, didn't say a word about being threatened, just moaned because he was being filled with cock. “Grab your ankles trash” The boy again, did as he was told, though he craved the heat of his Master, he was rewarded when the stranger started really fucking him. The bitch whimpered as his hole sucked on the thick cock that was piston fucking him. He started to scream but was silenced with a curt “shh” from the man controlling him. After only a few minutes, he was pushed down, ass up and face first into the dirt, his arms were grabbed and pulled behind him and tied. The fucking continued. The bitch continued to whimper and moan, the pleasure in his cunt sending him over the edge, no longer caring or thinking about his unprotected hole or body. Fucked into submission. Chris could tell the bitch had no more free will in that moment and signalled for the other guys to come. The bitch saw their feet and started to panic, until one of them stepped on his head and pushed him into the dirt even more. He wanted to scream but he realised with his hands tied that this was part of his Masters plan. The cock in his hole was removed, and replaced again, but this one stung. the tip was hard and scratched his hole, the boy couldn’t see, but this big black cock was pierced with a thick PA. The scratch only lasted a moment and before the boy realised, his head was removed from the dirt and staring at another cock. His Master’s. Covered in the boys own ass. The boy cleaned out well so he didn’t mind as his master pushed it to his lips to suck clean. A lighter was lit, the cock removed from the boys mouth, and his lips filled with a pipe. “Breathe in. Gonna get you fucked up boy” He breathed in deeply. Too deep, he coughed out, Chris held the pipe to his mouth 4 more times, each time for just as long and made him hold it in. By the tim he breathed out the last time he was feeling better than he had before. The cock in his ass was drilling him and he was loving it. After 15 minutes of being fucked by the man he still hadn’t seen, he felt the man push all the way in. Michael yelped, the cock feeling like it would burst his guts. The man shuddered and held Michael there, pumping the bitch’s first load in London into his cunt. The cock was removed, and the man who had stepped on Michaels face earlier slid his in. “Wet fucking whore, want my name? or are you just happy to have a cock in you?” he slapped the boys ass as he said it. The boy just moaned. “How about my status white boy? You want to know that? You want to know how many days you got to get those pills to protect you? Oi Chris, Why don’t we start the countdown eh? 72hours for the bitch to get some pep eh.” Michael knew what this meant. It meant that this guy was positive. He had fantasised about this as well. He’d once been fucked by a positive guy, he asked him not to cum inside of his ass, but the guy held Michael down as he shot. Michael went straight to an emergency centre, got PEP and after 3 months he was still negative. He figured he would do the same now. “72 Hours boy” Chris said. The third man continued to fuck the boy for 20 minutes, Michaels hole started to feel sore, but as his winces increased, Chris just held the pipe back out as he was fucked. When the guy began to come, he tore into Michael like it was the first time he got to fuck a bitch out of prison. Michael couldn’t help but scream. After he blew, he stood up and kicked Michael down into the dirt again. Michael groaned and tried to roll over but couldn’t, Chris held him there with his foot. Michaels arms still tied, hands numb from a lack of blood circulation. Chris laid on top of the faggot, pushed a finger of crystals into he whore and then his cock. “Good boy, good boy. Getting you ready for your new life.” All the bitch could do was moan as his master kept sliding in and out of him. “Shit, you’re an easy fuck aren’t you? - Cheap slut.” Next Chapter: Change

The Blindfold - Part II I kept fucking the hell out of my boyfriend Will over the next few weeks. Every time we screwed around, I would strap the blindfold on him and then pound his ass hard with the 12” dong, always warmed up before putting it in. He would squirm and bounce on it with delight. I loved seeing the way that the big dong loosened up his hole in a way that my own 7” cock could never do. But, it hurt my feelings a bit that Will seemed only able to get off on the thought of someone else's monster cock filling his hole. At the office, I was assigned to partner with Jim on a big project culminating in a presentation in Miami. It went well and after a few weeks, we were on a plane to Florida. When we got to the hotel to check in, it turned out that there had been a booking mistake and we were going to have to share a room. We unpacked and I got the presentation ready while Jim took a shower. My jaw dropped when he came out of the bathroom, barely holding a hand towel around his waist. My eyes traveled down his furry muscled torso to his navel, around which was a biohazard tattoo. I knew enough to know what that meant. Jim saw me looking and smiled. He raised the towel up to dry off his hair revealing his HUGE dick. It must have been 10” soft, hanging pulled down by its own pendulous weight. Jim chuckled and said that if our presentation went well, he knew of a great way to celebrate. He shook his cock at me and laughed as he got dressed. I wished I had thought to snap a quick photo with my phone to send to Will! In short, the presentation did go well, and after a few congratulatory cocktails in the hotel bar, Jim convinced me to go with him to a male strip club. We watched the show, both sporting wood through our pants. He disappeared for a few minutes and I saw him slip the bouncer some cash. Jim came back to the table and told me to follow him. We went into a back room where one of the dancers was waiting, a smoking hot short guy in his mid-twenties with a buzz cut and a great body, wearing a jockstrap, boots, and socks. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pushed him off gently saying that I had a boyfriend and was only here to watch. Jim pulled the dancer to him and had him sit down in his lap. The dancer ground his ass against Jim's crotch and reached around to unzip Jim's pants. His mega-cock sprung out glistening with precum. With Jim's shirt still on, the dancer hadn't seen his biohaz tat or surely would have not let that drooling dick so close to his bare hole. When the boy ran his hands up and down Jim's rod, he squealed with delight and raised up, teasing the head of his dick against his hole. Jim placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and pushed him down until he entered him. The boy moaned as he lowered himself on Jim's bare cock. I freed my own dick and fisted myself for a minute before shooting my load in my hand as Jim unloaded in the boy's ass. The boy lifted himself up and off Jim's dick. It must have taken him five seconds to free himself of that massive tool. He kissed Jim hard on the mouth saying, “Thank you!” We got a cab back to the hotel. When we were back in our room, Jim asked me if I liked watching. I told him it totally turned me on. He asked if I wanted to watch him fuck Will. I had to admit that the thought of watching my boyfriend take his POZ cock would be so forbidden but so hot, but that Will would never go for it. He said he might surprise us both, and besides, he would wear a condom if I wanted. It must have been the cocktails, but I said maybe we could work something out and fell asleep shortly after. I woke up in the middle of the night and jerked off in the bathroom thinking about how hot that really would be. To be continued...

Warning. This story is extreme and not necessarily reflective of what is acceptable behaviour. Prelude; Last day The street whore opened it's mouth, following the instructions of it's John, the whore waited for the John to spit in it's mouth while Lying on it's back as the older man's unprotected cock piston fucked the disease ridden faggot. The John instead, pulled off one of the boys socks and pushed it into his mouth. "Stay." He commanded as he slid is cock out of his $50 fuck. The boy, cold, lay motionless on the bed as the John fussed with a drawer on the other side of the room. The boy turned his head to the side to look in the mirror. He stared at each part of him while he waited. A sock in his mouth, his blue eyes magnified by the layer of water over them, the tousled sandy blond hair. He studied his frame, much slimmer since he had first met the man that gave him what he asked for. Pale skin, long legs with blonde hair over them, his ass and chest smooth. He stared at the bruises that covered his legs and ass, the cuts on his nipples. He avoided his face, bruised, sick.He startled as the John pushed into him, and again as he felt the burn of the crystals in his hole. He moaned, and the John picked up the pace.The faggot lay there staring at the older man, grey haired, stocky, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the boys face."Dirty slag!" The man spoke at the boy as he fucked it, the boy's hole convulsing around the cock as the it moaned more and more through the sock. The faggot looked like it would come right there.In a swift motion the older man grabbed his tape from the side of the bed, and used a strip to cover the sluts mouth, keeping the sock in it. He took the boys arms and taped them together at the wrist, through a bed post.Once the boy was properly incapacitated, not that it would have made a difference, the boy was weak, and a slut - he was used to the treatment. It's just there is something about taking away the ability to fight back and he knew they would like it.He pulled out to the tip and slid back in, watching the whores face as it elicited moans of pleasure, high and desperate for the strangers cock that it before had been repulsed by. 8 inches and decent thickness, giving the whore what it wanted.The slut was so high it almost didn't notice the door open and the room fill with two more bodies. The older man welcomed them and grunted, drove his raw cock deep into the cunt and began to shoot. As he filled the boy, the two men dropped two baseball bats either side of the whores head. Letting the cold metal touch his cheeks.The boy began to panic, pulling at the tape on his wrists as the two men, who he could now see looking over him; wearing ski masks and holding a recorder, laughed."Won't do any good baby boy.""Yeah, just enjoy that nice cock you got in you, hey?" he mused as the taller masked man stroked a lock of hair out of the sluts eyes.Even in its fear the boy couldn't help but moan as the cock slowly slid out of him, the cum immediately rushing out following. The two men pulled the camera around to get full view. They walked around the bed, the room was small, they stood at the foot of the bed, in front of a chest of drawers and tv, with the faggot restrained to the bed and his legs in the air. He had been trained well, they didn't need to tie his legs up, they'd stay in the air as he begged for cock. The taller man pointed the camera at the whore's hole as it gaped and dripped cum streaked with red. "Best be off." The older man was already dressed. He pulled his wallet out and gave the men $50."You guy's have fun." He looked back at the kid one last time, thinking he must only be 21, before spitting on the ground in disgust and walking out.The two men aimed their attention back at the boy while it stayed still, staring at them, quivering from a mix of the drugs and from fear.The shorter, masked man spoke; "Well slut, it couldn't last forever could it? You've seen yourself. You're damaged goods, and I can't have that attached to my name you know. You knew this was coming bitch. You even got all stiff when I whispered in your ear that first fuck that when I was done with you I'd waste you."The boy immediately had tears in his eyes. He knew the voice. His voice. He took him in, took advantage of a boy that thought he wanted to be broken and used, thought this, until the man had actually made him believe it was what he deserved. The taller masked man picked up one of the bats, touched it against the sluts hole, getting the thick tip of it wet with the Johns cum. The boy's Master then pulled out a bag, took the end of the bat off of the taller man and dipped it in. Pulling it out covered in a thin layer of crystal. The boys eyes went back in its head as it groaned. Both men laughed."Tell me if you don't want it?"Silence"Slut, tell me if you want it to stop, you can go home and these crystals can wash down the drain."SilenceMaster aimed the bat at the whores hole."Last chance trash.. " His lips curled into a smile "moan if you want to feel it inside you. Bashing your prostate?" Master motioned to the taller man and he knelt down and grazed his tongue over the sluts nipple once. The boy moaned.Laughs, a muffled scream and a clap were all heard at once.The boy screamed as he felt the bat drive into him, not slowly but quickly and with force. He felt it punch his insides and wrenched as it stayed deep inside him.The taller man laughed and clapped, the boy was going to be destroyed tonight and he'd been waiting so long to see it.His Master laughed at the boy moaning, knowing it was asking to be ruined by doing so. He smiled, revelling in that he has gotten a whore so addicted to drugs and cock it no longer has even the self worth or desire to ask to live. It prefers to take a baseball bat up its cunt and be ripped open than say no to a chem fuck.The taller man grabbed the second bat, resting it over the faggots eyes;"Ready?"The boys Master starts pulling and pushing on the bat embedded already in the whore as the boy continued to groan; its wrecked cunt being fucked by the bat.Next Chapter: Four Months Ago; A cheap fuck

Took my first fist Sunday. Holy fuck! Was so intense!!! Had to work up to it basically all week but being fucked, but so worth it! After, couldn't close my hole all the way and the cum that had been shot up me after leaked out, but I ate it like a good boy. Today was sore and got hard constantly. Can't wait to do it again!

Hi everyone. I'm a long time lurker but have decided to post. I'm an out gay guy. 26. Been with my partner for a few years in a committed relationship. Good relationship. Go through some dry spells with not much sex but generally very happy. I'm a bottom. He's a top. When he fucks me, he breeds me and I love it. Lately though I've been going on Grindr when he's out of town for work and I've had urge to fuck around on him. I know I'm a total cum slut at heart. I just want to be used and serve tops. I want tops to use my hole and breed me. I want to suck lots of cock and swallow lots of cum. I feel like I'm a fag bottom cum dump and I want more cum than just my bf's. I've been chatting with a sexy black stud 26 yo with a nice BBC. He wants my ass and he wants to breed me. I want it so bad. But should I go through with it? Should I risk it? Is it worth the risk? Thanks J

Feeling Lower . . . Still A High The first night I was there, they all fucked me multiple times. My hole was a sloshing, cum soaked, gaping cave with nothing left to recall what it used to look like. Slack, fucked, used. The guy who owns the house, Wade, eventually called it a night, and they left me laying on the fuck bench, exhausted, while they went off to various bedrooms to rest up for more action I assumed. I did fall asleep but, all through the night, one by one they each came down and fucked and seeded me some more. Untreatable, high viral loads. I began to think to myself that there will never be a whore to ever take as much poison seed in them as I am with these guys. And still those thoughts made my cock painfully hard. There weren’t any clocks down there, so the only way I could tell the time of day was from the light that came in through the windows. I figured they let me sleep in -although the lack of noise from upstairs made me think that they all had, as well. Eventually Wade came downstairs with the other guys, minus the sickly one who had brought me to them. I guess he had gone home. He was wielding what looked like a bottle brush and I knew exactly what he planned on doing with it. Despite the heavy use the day before, it hurt to take that bristly tool into my loose hole, but Wade just shushed me and slowly worked it in and out of my hole until it came out pink. I’m guessing that all of the cum loads in my ass diluted the red of my blood somewhat. Satisfied that some damage had been done to my insides, he walked back to the stairs. On his way up, he called out to the other guys, “Have at it, boys!” and they descended upon me. These guys where so sex crazed I couldn’t understand it. It’s not like they weren’t getting any -they had fucked me more in a day that some guys get in a month! And still they wanted more. Maybe they just enjoy using my ass. That thought encouraged me, and I got into it some more, shoving my ass back to meet each sloppy wet thrust. One by one I took their first loads of the day, and they all made their way back upstairs to join Wade for brunch. As they ate, Wade came down, fucked me really hard, and then fed me a protein and vitamin drink. I didn’t have long for the drink to settle in me, because I could feel a huge pressure at my hole again. I hadn’t felt anything this big trying to get in me before, so I craned my neck around to see Wade shoving his fist into my destroyed opening. Apparently it wasn’t destroyed enough. Miraculously, with all of the use and the enormous amount of sperm in me, I was lubed well enough for his fist to pop into me with little pain. But I did feel a sudden rush as the breath escaped from me, feeling such a sense of being full that I never knew before. He had only just begun pumping his hand in and out of me when one of the other guys, Steve I think I heard him called, started down the stairs. He spotted what was happening and called up to the rest, “Hey, guys, hurry the fuck up! Wade’s fisting the whore!” They all rushed down to cheer him on as he fisted me like it was not my first time, eventually punch fisting my slack hole. All I could do was lay there and moan. It really did feel heavenly. He was hitting things inside of me that lit up my entire body. This was ecstasy. After who knows how long, Wade had enough. I think he had managed to work some of their cum deeper into me, while the rest had been forced out of me and was drying on my ass and legs. Towards the end, my ass was feeling more sticky than slick, so I knew that I wasn’t as well lubed as I had been. Wade smacked my ass and declared, “Okay, lets give the pig some rest. We’ve got an errand.” They all headed upstairs, leaving me alone again with Wade. He leaned down next to my face and smiled. “You’re a great slut. We’ve got a surprise for you later. You just rest up. You’re going to need it.” With that, he licked the side of my face, and took off upstairs. A few minutes later I heard the front door close, and then the van start up and drive away. I managed to drift off, and don’t know how long I had been asleep when I heard a strange scratching coming from upstairs. It got louder and louder. Eventually I honed in on it and realized that it was Wade’s huge dog scratching at the door. I’d seen that thing when they first brought me in -it was a beast and quite scared me. I had been glad that they kept him upstairs this whole time. He was a persistent bastard and somehow managed to get the door at the top of the stairs open. He bound down the stairs and walked straight up to me. Face to face, he breathed loudly through his nose, almost snorting in my face with contempt. What happened next really surprised me. He trotted around and began to sniff at my ass. I struggled against my restraints but it was pointless. I couldn’t get out last night, there was no way to get out now. The beast began to lick at my hole and after a few minutes of that I felt him climb partially onto the bench with me. He somehow knew what he was doing and I wondered if this was something that Wade had trained him at. He had placed both front legs on the bench, while standing on his back legs. I had read stories of guys getting fucked by dogs and having their backs torn to shreds by their claws, so this k9 was trained better than that. He poked around for a minute until I felt his big cock head slip into me. Dogs clearly have no way of knowing what our bodies need, and he wasted no time allowing me to adjust, just ramming full force ahead into me. It caused me to yell out in pain, which he clearly didn’t like, growling and barking at me until I quieted down. Suddenly I really began to feel stretched again and realized that his knob was about to fill my opening. Within seconds we were locked together and he fucked me. He fucked me good. I couldn’t believe that I was enjoying being fucked by a dog, but I was. And the wetness that spread through my hole was incredible. I had always loved my hole best when it was all wet, and this thing was doing that and more. This went on for about 20 minutes I figure, and eventually it had cum all it was going to cum. Now the hard part, I thought. But lucky for me my hole had been fisted so recently, so when he gave a bit of a tug to remove his knob, it popped out of me with a slight twinge of pain and that feeling of emptiness that follows with such a swift withdrawl. He trotted off back upstairs and left me huffing for breath. I passed out again from the vigorous pounding I’d just taken at the hands of a true animal. I have no idea how much time passed. I woke up when I heard the front door open and all of the guys foot steps entering. Here we go again, I thought. I heard the guys popping open beers so I figured they weren’t in any rush to get back to me. But Wade came down alone to check on me, beer in hand, bulge in crotch. Sly sexy smile on his gorgeous face. “We picked up a surprise for you,” he taunted me, slowly circling around my body and stopping behind me. “Well, well, well, I see you must have gotten acquainted with Sampson. You fucking slut,” he laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re not the first whore that I’ve let him fuck,” he added, bending down next to me and kissing me on the mouth, his beer-tasting tongue invading me. When he pulled back he smiled again. “At least he got you good and lubed for this next part.” With that, he stood up and walked back upstairs leaving me to wonder. The guys were pretty rowdy up there and I wondered if that meant they might get rough with me tonight. That was something that never really appealed. Sure, a good hard pounding is one thing, but abuse is quite another. Stompings and beatings just never appealed to me. Surprisingly they were in no rush to get back down to fuck me, so I managed to relax. It was then that my hearing focused in on something different -a new voice. I could recognize all of the guys voices, but this one was a deep baritone. I wondered if this guy was the surprise? After about an hour and a half, the gang all began to file down the stairs, followed last by the most huge beast of a man I had ever lain eyes on. At least 6’8”, and weighing around 250 - 300 lbs. And his skin was the darkest I had ever seen on a black man before. It was beautiful. The whites of his eyes and teeth sparkled in bright contrast to his skin tone. Everything was impressive about this man. Wade came up to me and said, “This is my friend, Ed. Big Ed. He just got released from prison this afternoon. So you can imagine that he’s eager to get his first fuck as a free man.” As he said this, I looked over at Ed and watched his basket fill out until it was an obscene bulge in his pants. Fuck, this man is hung as big as the rest of him! Wade continued. “He hasn’t been able to fuck anyone in the joint for quite a while now because he kept infecting the other inmates. You see, he’s a really toxic fucker. His viral load is way over a million. So you can imagine, he’s got some swimmers to unload. We just slipped a couple of Viagara into his drink and from the looks of it, they’re kicking it.” The other guys began to help Ed out of his clothes, freeing his enormous club of a dick to bob around in the air in front of him, anxious to find somewhere to tuck into. Then they led him up behind me and I saw they added another set of chains and cuffs near my hands, where they shoved Ed’s hands and locked him in. “Sorry, Ed, not quite the way you would expect your first day of freedom, but you’ve got a couple of blue pills in you that are going to keep you hard in that hole all night long. Unload as much as you can into the whore.” Wade leaned next to my face again and grinned. “Smile, pig, you’re on camera,” he said, pointing to a couple of round things up by the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed before. There were several, making sure to catch all angles. “We’ll be upstairs watching . . . along with anyone else online who wants to see a whore get knocked up,” Wade added on his way up. “Enjoy yourselves,” he laughed. Just as he disappeared, I heard Big Ed growl in my ear from behind, and then the head of his enormous cock poised at the entrance to my trashed hole. “This is going to be a long night, bitch.”

I still think it is worth a discussion. My husband talked just like that in the first years of our relationship, but he eventually wanted to be open as well. Now he gets off on lining up guys to breed me while he watches.

That last piece of info definitely throws a wrench into it - I was also going to advocate the open discussion and bring him into the fun of it - 3ways, him recording you, etc, but sounds like that may not be an option based on prior comments. You've got the risk of him breaking up with you if (when) he catches you (he will). And you've got the risk of getting and giving him hiv or other stds, then you live with that - and he prob breaks up with you. Different guy's desires and needs vary greatly. I have ALWAYS said to my friends that if someone's not getting what they need at home, they WILL get it elsewhere. I'll add this info, not proud or ashamed, just a matter of fact. I estimate 3/4 of the guys I play with on a repeat reg basis are attached. I don't seek that out at all. Most of them seem to be in a mutually open relationship - quite a few have zero sex with their partner - and some are very definitely cheating. I never judge - I know myself and would never try a monogamous relationship. I'm pretty upfront with that on any dates I have. Cheatingjock's profile has turned me on like fuck since I joined here, and his tumblr even before that. The cheating fiction and last load stories here get my cock leaking like crazy. But it wouldn't be the way for me to live personally - I'd want it more out there, and come home to tell my partner what I just did, show pics/vid and invite the stud over for a 3way You've been lurking here a while, now joining, talking to guys about seeding you. You already probably know this site is addictive LOL. You already know what you want, but you've gotta decide what to act on. Personally I'd love to know there's another young bareback slut out there taking loads, but you KNOW it's gonna end your relationship realistically. If you want to keep your relationship, you prob need to focus on that, get off this site, get off Grindr and other temptations. But at 26, I think you might just be delaying the inevitable desires. I'm not advocating the cheating route, but if you go that way, I do hope you'll post about it here!!

Part 6 I grabbed Blakes collar and dragged him across the floor on his stomach depositing him next to a large ottoman before pulling the next toy out of the bag. Placing my fingers in his mouth, I pried his jaw apart and shoved a mouth spreader in it, quickly buckling it behind his head. I turned the screw on the side, stretching his jaw painfully apart. Blake moaned in pain. I picked him up and placed him on his back on the ottoman and attached his wrists to the rings on the side of the leather collar to keep them out of the way. Then I took a couple of chains and attached them to the ankle cuffs, raising his legs up and also attaching them to the collar leaving his already sloppy cunt open and vulnerable, then pulled his shoulders so his head hung off the ottoman. "There you go men! Two available cumholes. Unable to resist what you've got for him! Just a couple more things." I tied a bandana over his nose and grabbed a little baggie, taking out a nice sized rock, pushing it deep into the wet, open cunt, causing Blake to moan from the burning. "Damn Jeese!" exclaimed Buck. "Giving him more?" "Fuck yea man! I told you I want this little bitch royally fucked up and wrecked. When I'm through with him he won't be nothing but a worthless piece of used up gutter trash. Now whose up? Line your cocks up to the holes but wait till I say go, then show this slut no mercy!" Roy and Brad stepped up next. Brad had a respectable 8 inches and moved to Blake's head while Roy chose his pussy to receive the wrath of his very thick 10 inches. "Hold on Jesse." said Roy. If you really wanna ruin this crackers hole, I got just the thing. With that he pulled a fat ring out of his pocket and put it through his pierced cock head. It was covered with short, sharp spikes. "I never get to use this thing. This little bitch is about to be ripped to shreds!" "Fuck yea brother!" I exclaimed. "This cunt is about to be brutalized!" With that I took the poppers and poured some on the bandana over the bitches nose and grabbed a pair of alligator tit clamps that had sharp, needle like teeth. "Get ready to suffer, bitch!" I hissed in Blakes ear as he whimpered in fear, unable to stop the brutal attack he was about to recieve. "Ready.......Set........Go!" I shouted as I released the clamps on the sluts tender nips as two cocks plunged in his two fuck holes deep and hard. Blake screamed and convulsed as pain tore through his entire body. He choked and gagged on the cock buried in his throat as spit and puke poured out of his mouth. The men cheered as the teenager helplessly had his body pulverized by the two pounding cocks. You could see the cock in his throat stretch it wide as it slid in balls deep. Fresh red oozed from his ripped cunt as the spiked cock shredded his insides. Brad would occasionally pull all the way out so Blake could quickly gasp for air before burying himself down the boys throat again, grabbing the chain on the clamps and pulling on Blakes tender titties, causing the clamps to dig in harder. Tears flowed from Blakes eyes as the men reduced him to nothing more than two wet holes. Roy would pull his cock out and rub the spikes around the boys tender inflamed ass ring before plunging it back it, mercilessly scraping his insides. Before long, Blakes screams subsided as the pain and drugs transported him into another realm. Soon both men buried their throbbing cocks as deep as they could while cum was pumped into both ends of the cumdump. No time was wasted before two more men stepped up for their turns. Roy generously loaned his pierced ring to another man with a piered cock to continue further wrecking the already bleeding cunt. The new man had a very visible bio hazard tattoed on his chest. I raised up Blakes head so he could see the tattoo as the man roughly shoved his spiked cock into the already damaged fuckhole. "See that bitch?" I whispered into Blake's ear. "After tonight you wont be anything more than my whore. I'll sell you to anyone I want, any time I want, any where I want. And there wont be a thing you can do about it. Your diseased cunt will barely be worth the money you'll make for me. Nobody else will want you. Your parents wont want an infected, drugged pussy fag for a son. You are mine now. And I'll keep you as long as your usefull, then sell you for what I can get. Say good bye to the life you knew! Watch as he fills you with his poison! Feel his dirty cum seep into your ripped up insides. Tonight you fufill your destiny!" As I said those words, the man fucking him bellowed as he filled Blake's ass with more cum. I just dropped Blakes head back down as a cock slammed down his open throat. Blake was used like this for over an hour before I released him and removed the mouth spreader. But his night was far from over.

Omg so hot! Tina did nothing to me w women, a gay friend who I let suck my dick told me I should try Tina n I'd relax n have more fun. He broke out the glass dick n showed me how to hit it, omg it made my body tingle. He shot up as I got high af, suddenly Jim was rubbing my dick n said take off ur clothes. I did, n he sat staring at me, u got a hellavu body Neal, how u feel? Omg I'm horned up as hell! it didn't do this to me w women. Neal, give in to what u want, I've always could tell u were in the closet. U said ur bi c urious, not after tonight. He kissed me deep, he tried before but I pushed him away. Not this time, we shared the best kiss I ever had. I had been fantasizing about us just going at it, I had a feeling that I'm not bi but gay. We had our hands all over each other, when we finally came up for air, Jim said, I've always wanted u, n it looks like I got u to let down ur guard n give in. I've never wanted a man so bad, this shit has me wanting it bad. I grabbed his cock n started jerking it. Before I knew it, I was sucking it n was turned into a 69. I just took to it, then he said Want a booty shot? I was so high n said yes, I felt him stick a syringe in my hole n pushed the plunger. My ass was on fire n he said, in a minute ull be wanting dick in there n I'm gonna fuck ur brains out. That made me suck him harder, he sucked me while stretching my hole. The porn showed a guy getting folded in half by a hung stud, as he begged n moaned. I couldn't take it anymore, I begged Jim to fuck me. He did, for hours it seemed, bareback of course, he talked dirty to me saying hes going to fuck me gay.

Would love to find a fuck/suck boy that just wants to suck dick and wants to be bred with no questions asked. Just be able to do as told and nothing more.

Education: 01 - A Long Introduction Part 2 RJ thrust into Tony long and hard one last time before slowly sliding out of Tony's raw hole so that he could try out their bud's new fucktoy. Mitch had left Andrew's hole wanting more, and it winked at the two men, a hint of the previous top's cum bubbling out before being pulled back in. "You like taking cock after cock, huh?" RJ asked Andrew. He nodded. "Good boy." RJ ran his finger around Andrew's wet hole and growled. It pulsed and sucked at the man's touch, and Andrew writhed in pleasure at the thought of being filled again. The young man pressed his hips toward his bearish new friend. "I think he wants you inside him," Tony laughed, touching his own empty hole. "You want RJ to make you feel good?" "Yes please," Andrew whispered in response. "Can I make you feel good too?" Tony asked. "Fuck yes," Andrew said. "I just want to be filled again." RJ and Tony locked eyes, and RJ began to tease Andrew's hole with his thick cock. He didn't need to put any more lube on his meaty shaft or the boy's pucker. His friend had lubed up Andrew's hole more than enough with what seemed to be a giant creamy load. It leaked out of the pig's ass as RJ's dick slid in and slowly opened him back up. "Mmm, yeah," RJ groaned. "I'm not going to last long inside this cunt." Andrew milked RJ's cock with his hole, massaging its length as it slid in and out. RJ growled and rolled over to Andrew's left, pulling the bottom with him so that he was now on top. "Get in here with me," RJ ordered his other bottom. "I want you both to feel me breed his ass." Tony smiled, tweaking his nipples as he kneeled up on the bed. He positioned himself behind Andrew's fuckhole and admired the tight ass as it ate up his friend's meaty shaft. There was nothing hotter than looking at a cummy hole stretching itself around a hot dick to Tony, and while he preferred to bottom, his hung cock was leaking pre-cum at what he was witnessing. He ran his index finger along the tip of his dick, scooping up the cum to add to Andrew's hole. "Hold still, boy," he whispered. Tony reached behind to touch his own open hole, reaching inside to make three of his fingers nice and slick. He lubed up his cock with the lube that RJ had used on his hole, mixed in with his own ass juice and RJ's pre-cum. And then he pressed in. Andrew tensed briefly, and RJ brought his lips to his bottom's so help him relax. RJ reached over to his left to pick up a bottle of poppers and grab the pipe they had been using. "Fuck," Tony groaned. "I've barely got the tip in." "You ever taken two at once before, Andrew?" RJ asked, positioning the pipe close to the bottom's lips. "Twice," he said, breathing and trying to relax his hole some more for the incoming cock. "Were they big?" "The first time they were average, but the second time they were huge." "How huge?" Tony asked, slowly rotating the head of his cock back and forth alongside RJ's cock. "Both thick like yours," Andrew gasped, growing more accustomed to the raw fucksticks that were opening him up. "My one friend's was eight. The other was closer to 8.5 or 9 inches, and his was the thickest." RJ lit the pipe, and Andrew inhaled deeply, blowing out a big cloud. Tony pushed in some more as the boy's hole opened with the chemical assistance. "I'm going to shoot," RJ groaned suddenly. Tony's huge cock inching in had sent him over the edge. Andrew felt RJ push in deep for one last thrust, and the hairy top's throbbing cock pushed on Tony's with each shot of hot cum that it let loose. Andrew picked up the poppers that RJ had brought over as he shot and took four deep breaths, two on each side. He tightened the lid and set the unlabelled bottle down next to them, collapsing on top of RJ's sweaty, hairy chest so that Tony would have better access. Tony took the hint and continued to slide the rest of his pole deep inside of Andrew. The young bottom was flying, and the second load of cum in his hole made it all the easier to finish pushing in. "God damn, kid," Tony hissed. "Glad I'm making an exception and trying you out. They were right... You feel amazing." "So do you, sir," he replied, glancing up at RJ who had his eyes closed and breathed heavy. Andrew wondered how big of a load he had shot –– or if he was still cumming. Tony slowly picked up pace, and without warning, he let loose a deep moan and came inside Andrew. It was an abrupt ending, but they had clearly been at it for a while. Tony slipped out and pulled RJ's cock out with his. Andrew hastily reached around to scoop up any jizz that tried to escape. The boy rolled over onto his back on the king size bed and settled in to the left of a fading RJ, Tony to RJ's right. The two tops rolled toward each other and passed out on the right side of the bed. Andrew stroked his gaping cumhole. Fuck. Three loads in rapid succession, and he was still high as a kite and wanting more.

The Blindfold - Chapter III The next morning in the cab to the airport Jim admitted to me that he had ran into Will at the adult bookstore the day when Will had bought the 12” strap-on dildo and the eye-mask. He also let me know that Will practically begged him to fuck him, but settled on getting reamed by a dildo when he declined, not telling Will that he was POZ. He proposed that I get Will horned up and after blindfolding him, let Jim fuck him, with a condom, of course. I got hard just thinking about it. After landing, I called Will to tell him that I was looking forward to showing him how much I had missed him while away on business. He promised he would be ready to show me how happy he was to have me home as soon as I walked in the door. Jim agreed to follow me back to my condo and we could stop for condoms along the way. Jim waited in his car while I let myself in. Will kissed me, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He pawed my clothes off as we made it up to the bedroom. I tied the mask over his eyes and went downstairs with the dildo, “to warm it up.” Jim let himself in as I reached the base of the stairs and started pulling off his clothes and bounded up the stairs. “In a hurry, are we?” Will asked as his hands shot out, searching for the 12” dildo. Instead, he found Jim's bare cock. “You gonna fuck me with that monster?” Jim grinned and I mumbled “Um hum...” Will bent over the edge of the bed with his ass up in the air, working his lubed fingers over his hole. The sight of my blindfolded boyfriend pleading to get fucked by this stud with a biohazard tattoo got me so hard. Jim unwrapped a condom and unrolled it. It only went halfway down his massive thick shaft. He climbed up on the bed and shoved the head of his wrapped dick in Will's eager ass. Will mumbled sounds of pleasure into the mattress. “More! I need more!” Jim obliged and gave him another four inches or so. “Give it to me! Fill my ass up!!!” Again, Jim drove forward. “Pound me. HARD!” Jim smiled at me as he went to pounding Will's ass. Will reached back as Jim pulled out almost to the tip. His hand met the condom and his face screwed up in disgust. “Why did you bag up the dildo? Part of the fantasy is taking it BARE!” With that he pulled at the base of the condom and ripped it off of Jim's dick. Jim didn't even pause for a split second before jamming his whole raw cock into Will's ass. I wanted to cry out and tell him to stop, but that would having given the whole thing away. I didn't know if Will would be furious or in heaven. I got behind Jim and said breathlessly, “I'll pull out when I cum,” hoping that Jim would get the hint. Will shouted back, “Don't you fucking dare!!!! Cream that hole good!!!!” And that's exactly what Jim did. He seeded my boyfriend's ass full of poz cum. Will shot his own load all over the mattress and collapsed. Jim held up his hands whispering, “Shhhh...” He quickly left the bedroom and I heard him quietly sneaking down the stairs. Will pulled the mask off and saw me standing there with the 12” strap-on in my hands. “Did you finish,” he asked me? Just then I heard the front door open and close as Jim let himself out. Will leaned back and pulled his legs apart. He smirked, asking, “Want to pretend you're eating your cum out of my slutty ass?” I watched in horny horror as I saw Jim's POZ load start to drip out of Will's ass. Then, I dove in, and started lapping... Not to be continued...

The Blindfold My boyfriend Will had cheated on me a few times, and as much as I wanted to be mad at him when he came clean about it, I couldn't help but get hard. Each time he told me that he let another guy load his ass, I would get so hard that I'd fuck him as he told me all of the details. His fuck buddies had always been strangers, just screen names on a phone or in a online chatroom, but they all left their cum in Will's ass. Sometimes after they loaded him up, he would show me their flirty texts and maybe even a photo or two of some stranger using his holes. Some of the guys' messages sounded a lot like bug chasing. I warned him about STDs and he agreed to do his best to behave. A few weeks of monogamy must have been driving Will up the wall. He asked me if we could try spicing things up a bit. I was game. That afternoon, he went to an adult bookstore and bought a few toys. I asked him if he got up to anything naughty at the bookstore, and he swore he only went so far as to let someone work a dildo into his ass to see if it would fit or not. He produced a massive 12” strap-on dildo from the shopping bag. He begged me to work it into his ass. It looked and felt lifelike. Will told me that his new friend suggested microwaving it for about ten seconds in water to make it feel warm like the real thing. I did so, lubed up his ass, strapped it on, putting my own hard cock inside the longer thicker dong, and went to working it into his hole. Just as I was teasing his ass with the tip, he asked me to blindfold him. I was confused and he smiled mischievously saying, “That way I can imagine I'm getting some fresh cock from a stranger, and I don't have to cheat!” That got me even harder. He pulled a black leather eye-mask from the bag and I tied it tightly around his head. Will felt around until his hands found the dildo. He sucked the whole thing into his mouth, down to the root. He gagged and slobbered all over it, then spun around onto his back holding his ankles up to his shoulders. “Give it to me. Don't be gentle. Stick it ALL THE WAY IN!” I was about to blow my load just from listening to him. I jammed the head of the dildo into his hole and watched as his rosebud clamped down on it. “More! More!” I pushed in as his ass kept tight to the rod. “ALL THE FUCKING WAY IN ME!!!” After a few thrusts, Will's ass loosened up. I was fucking him with the dildo as hard as I could, watching Will's hard-on bounce up and down. Without either of us touching his cock, his balls began to dance. I knew he was about to cum. He shot four volleys of jizz all over his chest. “Fuck me full of my load, man. Get it into my ass!” I pulled the dildo out of Will's ass, pulled my own drooling cock out of the dong, and mopped up his jizz onto my dick and shoved it in. “No, you idiot. Not your cock. I need the big one to work that load deep!” I was taken aback, but followed his orders and shoved that gigantic dildo in as far and as hard as I could, blasting my own load all over his ass, my hand, and the dildo. “Let me kiss it,” he pleaded as I slowed the dildo in and out of his ass. I pulled it out, covered with cum, lube, and ass juice and brought it to his lips. He made love to that dildo with his mouth until it was spic and span. The next day at the office, my co-worked Jim said to me that he ran into Will out shopping the other day. My heart leapt in my chest. Word had gotten around that Jim was quite the office slut, and I would not have been surprised to hear that he had been lurking in the backroom at an adult bookstore. He was very cute; brown slicked-back hair, green eyes, an amazing wide hairy chest that peeked out of his shirts on casual Fridays. He also had a monster cock that showed clearly in his tightly-fitted trousers. “Oh yeah?” I asked. “Did you help him out?” He just grinned at me. To be continued...

Part 1 My name in Bradley Bartholomew Barrington. It was during my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18 and was starved for sex. I had heard from people I chatted with on line that the bathhouse was a great place to lose my virginity. I was warned to be careful since most guys who went to the baths preferred to fuck raw. As much as bareback sex war a turn on, I knew it could be risky. Most of my straight friends preferred to fuck their girlfriend without rubbers, but I didn't want to catch anything so early in my sex life. I worked things out with a friend to cover for me so I could hit the bathhouse on a Friday night. I followed some advice I was given and made sure I was 'cleaned out' and ready to be fucked (if it came too that), heading to the bathhouse around 10 pm, trying to get in before it got too busy and they increased the cover to get inside. I parked down the block not wanting anyone to recognize my car in the parking lot and walked down the block. I made sure to have my own rubbers to use and walked down the block. I walked I through the door where a cute guy (maybe in his mid to late 20's) greeted me asking me for my ID and if I wanted a room or locker. I asked how much for each and was told $40 for a room and $15 a locker. I only had $20 and went for a locker. He gave me a towel and a key and told me that with the locker I was good for 48 hours before I'd have to renew the locker. He could tell this was my first visit to the baths and he suggested I check out the hot tub first. I found my locker, stripped down and put my towel around my slim waist. I'm sure to most of the guys there I looked too young to be I the bathhouse. At 5'8", 130 pounds, with barely enough hair above my 7"cock, arm pits and legs they'd all think I was barely 16, but, of course, I had to be legal to through the door. Once I was situated I made my way around checking things out. It wasn't the crowded but I found a cute guy (close to my age by the looks of it, I'm guessing early 20's). I'm guessing he was about 6' and had a nice slim, swimmer's build with a smooth muscular chest. He was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and I guess that was a good place as any to relax for a while before checking out more if the place. I sat across from him and he smiled at me as his cock began to grow (as did my own). He motioned for me to come sit by him and I figured that this was a good if time as any to meet someone. I moved over to his side of the hot tub and sat down as he moved into the tub to join me under the water. He introduced himself as Seth and commented that he'd never seen me around before tonight. I admitted that I had just turned 18 and wanted to check this place out. He told me about himself that he was 26 and came her for the first time about the same age and he was guided in the baths by an experienced older guy. He added that I needed to be careful, that many guys would want to prey on a cute young thing like me. I let him know that I was aware of that and I only play safe and showed him that I bought my own rubbers. He leaned in close to me giving me a kiss on my ear as he said that he played safe too, then suggested we go back to his room and get to know each other better. He now gave me a real kiss on the lips as our tongues mixed in a heated exchange. He then guided my hand to his hard cock and then placed his hand on mine. I could tell he was experienced as we got really into making out. He stood up and took me by the hand leading me from the hot tub, down the hall and towards his room. Once we got to his room we went inside and he shut the door behind us. The room consisted of a large bed, with a TV in the corner and a small bathroom with a shower. He kissed me again as he guided me down on the bed. He paused to ask me if I smoked pot. I let him know that I loved weed. He pulled out a water bong and lit it up taking the first hit before handing the bong to me for me to get a nice hit. He told me to hit it again since he'd smoked earlier I the night. I took five good hits as he urged me on and DAMN, it was good shit! While I was smoking Seth began to suck my hard cock. The more I smoked the more sensitive my cock was getting. I've never had weed affect me like this, and I liked it. After the fifth hit he came up and sucked the smoke from my mouth before I could exhale. This turned into another great kiss before he guided my head to his hard cock. I never realized the size of his tool until I tried to go down I him. I had sucked off a couple classmates off, but none of their cocks were as big as his. Seth sensed my inexperience with his size and coached me as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. Soon his cock was at the entrance to my throat and I want sure I could take him in any further until he told me to inhale through my nose as I went down on him. The next time I went down I took a deep breath through my nose as I felt Seth's hands on the back of my head. When his cock hit my throat he applied a little bit of pressure I the back of my head and his cock slid into my throat. He had me hold it there for a little while before letting me move back up so I could let my breath out before breathing in again as I went back down. This time I was able to get him into my throat on my own. I began to get a nice rhythm going hoping I'd get my first taste of cum, especially as none of the guys I had sucked in the past had ever cum, so I really wanted to see what cum tasted like. I could tell he was getting close when he pulled me off of his hard cock letting me know there was plenty of time for me to swallow cum later. He wanted to smoke some more with me. He packed the pipe with some more pot and I wasn't sure, but it looked like he added something else, but I didn't care, I was getting alive and getting very horny. While I lit up and took a couple of hits, Seth pulled a bottle of Gatorade from his bag and took a drink then offered me some as he took the pipe from me. After working on his cock my mouth was in need of something wet. I took a big drink as Seth the pipe offering me the smoke from his lungs. After that shotgun I was still thirsty and Seth told me that I could finish the bottle since he had more. I downed the rest of the bottle and took the bong from him and took a few good hits. It was at this time Seth pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs and began to lick my hole. I've read abut rimming and this was my first time experiencing the pleasure. I began to feel very hot and my horniness grew as I seemed to ever a slight fog. As Seth expertly tongued my hole the sensation sent my senses into overdrive. He also began to finger my hole and, as he put it, ready it for his cock. He was gentle at first as he explained he needed to stretch me open and that it might burn a bit as he opened me up. While he was working me open he told me to look at the video on the TV, that what was happening to the twink on the screen was going to happen to me soon. In the video the twink was getting fucked by another young guy. The one thing that caught my attention was that the twink was getting fucked raw, but I knew Seth says he played safe so I wasn't worried. Everything was good with him sticking in one finger. Then he rimmed me some more and warned that he was going to try two fingers with some lube. I felt his two digits ease inside me as he flexed them to help 'stretch me' and I felt the burn he mentioned. It didn't last long before I felt a third finger side I with ease as Seth kissed and licked my inner thighs. He has me moaning as he worked my hole open. When Seth pulled his fingers from I felt so empty I begged him to stick them back inside me. He wasn't one to disappoint as he slid three fingers back in flexing them as he had done with his two earlier again I felt the burn as he stretched me open. This elicited a pleasurable moan from me as he worked in deeply. Then, when he pulled his fingers out, he said it was time to get me laid.

My job has led to a lot of interesting interactions. I've seen and spoken to so many people that nothing surprises me anymore. I've heard more vanilla and more kinky stories than you could imagine - you'd be surprised how much someone is willing to share when they're stood in line waiting to get into a club. I'm a doorman for one of the most prestigious gay nightclubs in town; everybody wants to be on the guest list. The events that the club holds are always invite-only to begin with, then staff can send people in and finally if there is any space anyone in the line can come in. Because staff get to send in the next group of people there are always people willing to do anything to get in. It's not uncommon for members to sleep with staff just to gain access into the club. In fact it's a known thing that happens. The club itself has two rules. When inside and in the sex rooms there is strictly no safe sex. This was actually a request from our members and being the club we are we like to listen to what they have to say. The second is strictly no straight men. We allow straight women in (though they very rarely get selected by staff or have an invitation), but straight men are just not allowed. That still doesn't stop people from trying though. That's where Toby comes in.... It was a cold December night and we were running our "Leads up for Christmas" event which is a very BDSM / S&M focused event and as it was close to Christmas the usual $20 cover was waived. Naturally because of this the line was the longest it has ever been. At the front of the line were three guys, Toby, Scott and Adam. Toby was five feet, seven inches, with short brown hair and the most amazing blue eyes you have ever seen, and, although his baggy shirt tried to hide as much, I could see from a distance the man was cut like a diamond with rock hard abs. When he turned around to face his friends my cock actually twinged at the site of his small bubble butt. I found myself wondering how far he'd be willing to go to get into the club. So I moved over to the guys and chatted with them. "What do you think the odds are we will get in?" Adam asked. "Depends how nice you all are to me," I replied. "It is Christmas soon you know so think how festive you can be." Adam and Scott smiled and giggled and Toby just stood there with a blank expression on his face. I pressed on, trying to find some answers, and asked "So are you guys all together then?" "We are," Scott replied gesticulating between himself and Adam to indicate they were together, "Toby here hasn't been out with a while and just broke up with his gi...well he's out of a serious relationship anyway so we thought a night on the town would do him good." Fuck. He was straight. Even better. I made my move. "Alright guys you two can go in but I want a word with Toby here" I opened the barrier to let them. As Scott and Adam passed through the barrier, Toby asked "What? Why, am I in trouble? Aren't you going to let me in?" "Calm down", I said, grabbing his arm and holding on to his left bicep for probably longer than was required as I admired his soft and supple physique. "I just need to get some details from you. It's clear these two are members but you don't seem to be. Next time you come you won't have to wait in line then, so come this way." I led Toby into the back office where the bouncers go to, well, take details. Since the office was heated, Toby removed his coat. The denim jeans he was wearing did nothing to disguise the small bulge I noticed in his crotch. He was excited to be here. I opened my questions by asking "Look, Toby. I know you're straight. Having worked here for ten years my gaydar is second to none. Why are you here?" "I'm not straight," Toby interjected, "I'm 100% gay." "Okay, well, for starters no gay guy would ever say he's 100% gay. And if you really are gay, come here and kiss me." Toby looked shocked. I don't think he expected me to say it or that staff of a business could even do such a thing. "It's only a kiss Toby besides you're gay and I already know you haven't got a partner to cheat on since you just broke up." Toby contemplated what I had just told him but I got bored of waiting, so I walked across the office pulled him to his feet and started kissing him. His lips were so soft and sweet and my cock started to grow. I had to fuck this straight boy and be the first inside his virgin ass. I pulled back from Toby and stood looking at him, admiring what I saw in front of me. I stared at him for about 15 seconds then I dove back in. As my mouth touched his I threw him back against the wall as I slid my tongue down his inviting throat. I placed my hands under his shirt and stroked each and every one of his six pack abs, working my way up to his nipples and tweaking them. Toby grunted, the first sign he was mine. I moved back down towards his trousers and started to unbuckle his belt. He put his hands down to try stop me but I grabbed his arms and held them in place above his head with one hand as, with my other free hand, I went back to work on this belt. I popped the buckle open, then the jeans button and the zipper and let them fall to the ground. I move from his mouth and started kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear lobe, "Kick them off," I whispered. He shook his head no. I bit his ear, hard, demanding "Kick them off now." This time he complied. I pulled back from Toby. Once more I could see his white boxer-briefs becoming somewhat transparent - no doubt his cock was leaking. Smiling, I murmured "Someone is happy to be here." I grabbed Toby's hand and led him to the couch, telling his to remove his pants and get on all fours facing the back of the couch. To my surprise he complied immediately. Toby's body was completely hairless. He was an absolutely beautiful specimen of a man. And as he crouched there on all fours I saw his virgin ass pulsating, inviting me to go to town on it. I walked up to him and dropped to my knees, and breathing heavily over his beautiful hole, I started to rim his ass. "Fuucccck" Toby groaned. "You just wait until I really start" I replied, and with that I moved in for the kill. My tongue entered his ass and I was instantly hit with the sweet taste of unbroken ass. It had been a long time since I had tasted this and I wanted to savour the moment. After ten minutes of rimming Toby's ass I was ready to move things on, and from the looks of the pre-cum dripping from his cock so was he. I dropped my trousers and started massaging his hole with the head of my cock. "No wait, put a condom on" he said. "Toby the club is a no condom zone," I replied. "I can't let you fuck me if you don't" he replied. Thinking the argument was not worth having I walked over to my draw and pulled out a 'already worked' condom which I had previously poked many a hole in, thus ensuring its failure. I wasn't really going to bother with Toby but I don't like when people don't listen to the rules, I had to punish him. I slid my finger inside his ass and started to work my nails around the lining of his ass. "Gently, please," he whimpered. "Don't worry. It's just because your ass is new. You'll get used to it." I withdrew my finger and smiled at the little specs of blood on there. He was ready. I rolled the condom on and walked back up to Toby. As I slid into his ass he started to moan and squeal like a little bitch but I kept on pushing, unrelenting. Within thirty seconds my seven inch cock was deep inside him and my balls were touching his ass. I pulled back out to check to see if the condom had broken. It had. This time I didn't take so long and slight straight back in with all my might. Toby screamed the place down but I carried on regardless. He would soon learn what it felt like to be properly fucked. I pounded Toby constantly, my balls slapping his ass so hard they began to leave a slight impression on his cheeks. With each thrust Toby squirmed and moaned and cried some more. This bitch was taking every inch of me and was loving it. He knew he had come to the right place. As I drew closer to the edge I slowed down and pulled Toby up to me, I whispered in his ear "Toby I know you are straight, so to get in to the club this time round I am going to have to charge you." "How much?" he moaned out. With that I blew my load into his ass, then I threw him back down on the couch and pushed deeper than I ever had in him to make sure every drop was deep inside of him. Then I withdrew from his ass, disposing of the condom away before he could see its condition. "There, I've just charged you Toby." "What so the sex was the charge?" he asked. "I guess. Go join your friends and tell them I've charged you and let them explain things. I think I'll be seeing you around here a lot more, Toby."

I've been a fist top for 15+ years. Couple weeks ago I had a new 25yo vers latin buddy over to fist him then flip fuck. I fisted him, and we took turns fucking for a while. I was so fucking horny, he didn't have to twist my arm too much to get me to agree to give it a try. He used a ton of elbow grease and jlube all over my ass and rubber sheets. He was in all the way to all fingers up to the knuckles, but I couldn't get all the way. Tried poppers, but still not that last bit. We went back to fucking, and my ass has never been such a sloppy loose mess. I've never referred to my ass as a cunt, but it really was. The sloppy suction noise of him banging in and out of me with zero resistance was so fucking hot, I could have cum any second. I was craving his seed up my trashed hole, but he can't cum from topping, so we swapped positions and I fucked his gaping sloppy hole, and we both nutted at the same time, me deep in his trashed cunt. I would have loved to see a vid of me fucking him, my own hole sloppy and leaking while breeding him and him unloading on the rubber sheet. Maybe next time. I just texted with him last night. We're having a repeat pretty soon with more lessons for me to advance. Kinda hot learning something new from a sexy 25yo vers butt slut My goal was 50/50 vers fucking for 2016. I've already met that and may surpass that if I end up taking a fist by Dec 31st!

I feel fortunate that I have had a sex life that, up to now, has largely let me experience nearly any and every fetish or taboo that two (or more!!!) consenting queers can think of. No doubt, that pursuit has helped keep the list of "extreme" fetish/fantasy scenes at bay for much of my life. There are three areas that have some major draw for me, and yet, I have not yet expeienced" infection/superinfection: I have a serious craving for that Cuban strain of HIV. I know getting a second infection can be difficult and connection with the CUBAN guys to help out is being a bit of a problem, but I am hopeful that I figure out how to make this happen. Going from infection to full blown AIDS in less than three years could be the result....if I have the desire to see this one through. castration: I am a full on bottom and have always "enjoyed" extreme CBT. Lots of needles, weight, nails, compression (sever) and about any other torture has been a constant desire and one that I have had plenty of willing partners. castration seems like a very obvious next step. Will I have balls enough to submit to castration? This one is quickly moving from a casual interest to having a bull nearly equal to that of the virus when I was chasing. I know the consequences, and am getting more prepared to accept them. snuff: perhaps the most taboo of all. a final act to pull all of your fetishes together into one last orgy of pain, sex and thrill. To find a way to have your last moments filled with emotion at a higher level then you have ever experienced and yet to know, that as the trill ebbs away, so will your life. i have played in some snuff scenes, even though I understood them to be play only, they were pretty intense. And one, that ended with me being chocked out, turned realistic beyond my control or expectations. Could I/would I be bold enough to move in this route? I have no idea---for certain at least----but I have some feelings that after a bit of time, I would accept that fate. Again, these all are, in my view, fairly extreme. And the human desire to experience as much of the extreme seems very, very high.

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woke up horned all to hell. Hit 2 bookstores, sucked a couple cocks, got a couple loads, then hooked up with a guy online. he busted a huge nut in my cummy ass, then ate me out till I was begging for round 2. He shot in me again and sent me on my way dripping and gaping! #happyhole

New installment to take everyone's mind off the election...however you voted. We've all had ENOUGH!!! ________ Chapter 19) When I woke the next morning, I felt much more rested. I hadn’t set an alarm, so I wasn’t sure what time it was. I took a look at the clock on the nightstand next to my bed. It was 8:30 a.m.; I’d gone to bed early, 10:30 p.m., so doing a little quick math that meant I’d slept probably about eight and a half hours, figuring in an hour and a half of being awake and getting fucked by Trent. I put on my robe, and wandered into the kitchen. My mom was already up and dressed in gray pants, a bright red sweater and gray suede flats; I could smell coffee and toast. “Good morning my sweet angel,” she said, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You look much better, did you sleep well?” I debated for a second and decided to go with a version of the truth in case Trent had mentioned anything. “Mostly. I had a nightmare,” I said, and she frowned a little at that. “I got up, made tea, and petted Maxi. And Trent heard me or saw the light and talked to me for a while. He’s really good at this, mom. He knew just what to say.” She sighed. “I’m glad to hear he was helpful, but you know you can wake me up if you need anything at all.” “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “I know. Maxi did a great job of comforting me, too.” “I’m so sorry,” she answered, and looking down at the floor, then looked back up and burst out with, “I wish we’d never sent you to that awful place,” her face drawn, a combination of guilt and fury. “You would have been better off here.” “None of this is your fault, Mom. Or Dad’s. You had no way of knowing.” “Are you sure you don’t want to come home?” she pleaded. “And do what? It’s too late to apply to a college in the City.” “You could sign up for some classes for spring semester with one of the extension divisions, take piano lessons, you always loved that and…” “Mom, you don’t understand,” I interrupted. “I need to be with the others at the house. They all know exactly what I’ve been through, and it makes it easier.” I debated telling her more, and decided to go with the truth. “I don’t ever sleep alone. Mike and I have slept together every night since it all started. If I have a bad dream, we talk about and then I can rest. And my friends need me. I started the whole thing, how can I leave just because it’s hard?” She shook her head and looked heavenward. “I wish you weren’t so much like me.” “I’ve been saying that for years,” my dad said as he joined us. “He gets his stubbornness from you,” he said affectionately, kissing my mom good morning. “And his sharp tongue from you,” she said, kissing him back. Maxi came in the kitchen, his tail wagging, obviously ready for breakfast. Close behind him was Trent in a black long-sleeved t-shirt that clung to his chest and arms and black jeans, his hair slightly damp from the shower. He gave me a faint smile. “Good morning,” he said. “Good morning,” my mom said. “Darren told me that you talked with him last night,” she said. “Thank you. I hope you didn’t lose too much sleep yourself.” He glanced at me quickly and I gave what I hoped was an imperceptible nod. “Not a problem,” he answered. “It’s part of the job.” I could feel laughter threatening, so I knelt down and patted Maxi. “Are you ready for breakfast Maximillian Amadeus?” I cooed at him, while I stroked his head. I went to the cabinet, got his food and poured some in his dish; Maxi danced around me excitedly as I put his bowl down. As always, he attacked it as if he hadn’t even seen food in months. We all sat down for breakfast at the kitchen table. There was a choice of a couple of healthful cereals, yogurt or milk, whole-grain toast, fresh fruit salad, juice and coffee. “Sweetie, both your father and I have to go to work today, but we’ll be back in time for dinner. There’s plenty of food in the refrigerator for lunch, or you can go out if you want, but of course Trent has to go with you. And I think you should make sure to take it easy and rest today.” “So I’m not under house arrest?” I said. My father rolled his eyes. “No. But you have to do whatever Trent says to do.” I smiled, and exerted all my will power not to either look at Trent or to start laughing. “No problem, I understand. We’ll be fine, see you tonight.” Mom used her phone to order an Uber car for both of them (their offices were about a block from one another’s), kissed me on the cheek, grabbed her purse and laptop case, then she and Dad threw on their coats and left, hurrying to avoid paying a wait fee. Trent and I sat for another five minutes finishing breakfast. “I think we can safely say they’re really gone for the day. So, what should we do?” I asked Trent coyly. His lips twitched. “I can think of a bunch of things we could do,” he said reaching out and taking my hand. “But I think it’d be good for you to get out for a little while.” “You up for braving the Black Friday crowds?” I asked. I needed to find gifts for Mom and Dad and of course all my friends in the frat. He grimaced. “I’m sorry, Darren, too hard to keep track of you in those crowds. How about just a walk in the neighborhood?” I sighed. “Oh, well, I’ll do my shopping online. We could take Maxi for a walk in the park, he’d love that. And then we’ll come back here and have lunch,” I said laying enough emphasis on the last word to make it sound like an indecent proposal. “Mmm,” Trent said, with a broad grin. “Sounds delicious.” “When does Nick come to relieve you?” “Around dinner time, then he’ll be with you through Saturday. And we’ll both go with you to the airport.” “Well, I’d better get washed and dressed.” I showered and shaved as quickly as I could, and pulled on gray cords, a navy turtleneck with a light blue sweater. We went to the closet and got our coats, Maxi trotting after us, whining. When I took his leash out of the coat closet, where it hung on a hook, he went mad with joy, racing around, barking, and then jumping on the door, his tail wagging furiously. We stopped to greet Jan, today’s doorman, before taking Maxi across the street to the Theodore Roosevelt Park where there was a dog run. Jan was an older man, maybe in his 60s, quite tall, a little overweight, with a bushy white mustache and eyebrows. He looked very imposing in his maroon uniform and overcoat. “Mr. Darren, so good to see you,” he said in his heavy Czech accent. “You, too, Jan. You’re looking well. This is Trent,” I said. “He’s…uh…” I hadn’t considered how to introduce him. “One of your bodyguards. Your parents told me on their way out, and there’s a page of instructions for handling packages, deliveries and callers for your apartment. So quickly you got into trouble at school? You’ve been there only two, two and a half months.” I could feel Trent stiffen defensively; he didn’t realize that Jan and I teased one another constantly. I tugged hard on Trent’s coat sleeve as a warning and said, “Just making myself at home there.” Jan roared with laughter at my deadpan answer, and Trent visibly relaxed. “Never a dull moment with you, Mr. Darren, eh?” “That’s life in the fast lane,” I said as my parting shot. Maxi insisted on inspecting every pole on the way to the corner. I hated to rush him, he was so happy to be outside, but the clock was ticking for me and Trent. We finally got across the street and took him to the dog run. We sat on a bench and watched him run around and play with his doggie friends. I greeted a couple of people who I knew by sight from the dog run, but not by name. “You know, Darren, I could call Nick and see if he’ll join us for lunch.” My brow furrowed, and I said, “What?” “I could tell he thought you were cute. I’m surprised the jeans you were wearing didn’t just go up in smoke from the way he was scoping out that hot little butt of yours.” “Is this a regular thing for you two?” I asked, laughing in disbelief. “Not exactly, but he got, uh, cozy with a client once before.” “Wasn’t he wearing a wedding ring?” I asked. Trent gave me a surprised look. “Yeah, you noticed?” I nodded. “He’s married, but he and his wife…” “His wife,” I echoed, completely flummoxed. “Yeah, he’s bisexual. I guess you’d call it on the DL.” “On the what?” “On the DL is short for on the down-low, it means he’s discreet about hooking up with guys.” Sounded to me like a nice way to say he was trying to fool himself and everyone else, but that was probably sort of harsh. I wasn’t in a position to throw stones, and didn’t really want to set myself up as a judge of other people’s lives. “Anyway, he and his wife had triplets and their sex life has dried up completely,” Trent continued. “Why does he stay with her, then?” I said incredulously. “He loves her and his children and doesn’t want to leave. It’s just the kids need a lot of attention right now. Both of them have to work to make ends meet, she’s an Emergency Room nurse with crazy hours, too. Both his and her parents take care of the kids for them when their work schedules overlap. So there’s not much time for them to be together, and when they are it’s focused on the kids.” “I see. I guess,” I said. “Hey, a guy’s got needs. And it’s not like he’s going to leave her for a guy, as much as he enjoys sex with men. He’s Latino, Dominican on one side, Cuban-Italian on the other.” A triple whammy: according to Carlos a lot of Latin men thought nothing of having a wife, a mistress, a girlfriend and a boyfriend, and he had that coming from all sides. “I bet he can get away, and we could have a lot of fun together,” Trent said persuasively. I thought a minute. “Okay, why not?” I wondered if they’d ever made a movie about this situation. Trent texted Nick to call him then extended the invitation once they were speaking. I assumed that Nick was either out of earshot of his in-laws and the kids or responding yes or no and not “hot damn, sure thing I wanna plug that hot little ass.” While Trent explained what was going on, I got Maxi and put him on his leash. “He said he can get here in half an hour. He’s already at his wife’s parents in Morningside Heights with the kids, he’s going to tell them that he’s got to be here earlier than planned,” Trent said as he stowed his phone in his coat pocket. “That has the advantage of being the truth. Sort of,” I said. “This is going to be hot, we’ve never done a three-way,” Trent said. “What about that other client?” I asked. “I’m not into women.” “Oh,” I said. It was a little, well, weird how this guy apparently would fuck almost anything on two legs. I assumed he wasn’t into barnyard fowl. At the same time it was kind of hot, and a real balm to my battered self-esteem that two hunky guys wanted to fuck me. And of course, there was the whole not-so-inner-cumslut thing. We stopped at the front desk when Jan offered Maxi a treat. I was a little nervous, wondering what he’d think when Nick got here early and if he’d say anything to my parents, but realized that he’d go off duty at 4:00 PM. Mom and Dad wouldn’t arrive here until 5:30 or so. Then I worried that a neighbor might hear us and figure it out, but told myself the apartments were old with thick walls. The nerves were more likely because I’d never been with a guy who was on the… DL, that’s it. Would he be strictly “wham bam” and then no thanks? I comforted myself with the knowledge that Trent was a sensitive lover, so it didn’t matter so much what Nick was into. When we got upstairs and hung our coats and I stowed Maxi’s leash. Maxi was totally worn out from running around and playing. He went to one of his favorite spots, near the radiator, and curled up and went to sleep. Trent disappeared into the guest room, then reemerged having traded his jeans for his sweats. I didn’t quite know what to do with myself, so I grabbed a bottle of water and offered some to Trent. “You seem kind of tense,” he said. “There’s nothing to worry about, we’re both total stallions.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s good to get information from such an objective source.” “Let’s sit down and relax,” he said, taking a seat on the sofa. I started to sit next to him when his arm went around my waist and he pulled me into his lap, which made me laugh. “This is relaxing?” I said twisting around to look at him. He smiled back and said, “Sure,” and brushed his over mine, then started kissing and licking the back of my neck. I was grinding against him and gasped out, “I still wouldn’t call this relaxing…but don’t stop. He snickered then opened his legs and said, “Sit on the floor in front of me.” I did as he asked, and then he started massaging my shoulders. “Now we’re talking,” I said, sighing as he hit on some tense spots. After about five minutes of that, the phone rang, which was likely the doorman. I ran to it and picked it up on the third ring. “Hello?” “There’s a man here named Nick,” Jan said in a low voice. “He says he’s one of your body guards, but your parents didn’t mention anything about him coming.” “He’s just running way ahead of schedule, I bet there was a misunderstanding,” I improvised. “Describe him for me.” I sighed. “He’s about 5’11” I guess, around 190 pounds, dark hair, coffee-colored complexion, looks like he could be mixed race.” “Yes, that’s him. I’ll send him up.” “Thanks for being cautious, Jan. I really appreciate it.” “He’s early, got here in 20 minutes,” said Trent. “Guess he couldn’t wait.” A few minutes later the doorbell rang, and I opened it. Nick was there looking VERY good. He had a rolling carry-on suitcase and was wearing an unbuttoned dark trench coat over an unzipped hoodie with a gray t-shirt that showed off his pecs and tight olive green pants. “Come on in,” I said. He didn’t waste any time once the door was closed. As soon as he’d parked his carry-on next to the door, pulled me against him and covered my mouth. While he, er, uh, greeted me, he fondled my butt: tickling the crack and squeezing the cheeks as if judging muscle tone. I broke off the kiss and, breathing hard, leaned against him. “Can I take your coat?” I asked breathlessly. He and Trent, who had joined us in the vestibule, laughed. I took Nick’s coat and hung it in the hall closet. “Can I get you anything?” I asked Nick. “No, I see everything I want right here, muchacho,” he answered, grabbing my butt again. I couldn’t help myself, I started laughing. Probably nervous laughter. There was no point in being coy – I led the way to my bedroom. Once we got in my room, Nick took me in his arms and started to kiss me again. Trent pressed snugly against my back and traced the hairline on the back of my neck with his lips and tongue, his hands holding my hips in place. Nick broke off the kiss to say, “Grab my ass, pull me close.” I did exactly as he said. He was one of my bodyguards, so I had to obey, right? Nick’s tongue filled my mouth, his lips were soft; I could feel his muscular arms tighten around me, and then he started to grind his pelvis into mine. He broke off the kiss to lick my neck and ears while Trent played with my nipples. Between the two of them they were getting me very worked up. For that matter, we were all revved, the light tang of sweat filled my bedroom, if not the entire apartment. “Let’s get this boy undressed,” Nick said. “I want to see that tight little body.” Trent pulled at my sweater, so I raised my arms, while he efficiently stripped off both the turtleneck and the sweater at once. Nick was undoing my belt and opening my pants; Trent knelt to untie my shoes, and help me to step out of them, then pulled off my socks. Once that was done, Nick pulled down my pants and underwear together. I kicked them aside. “Oh, yeah, baby,” Nick said. “I want to see your ass,” as he turned me around to face Trent. I felt Nick’s lips on my butt cheeks, kissing me, then he spread them and started to kiss my asshole. “So perfect. Round, smooth, made for a man to fuck” he said, then his tongue was working the hole. At the same time Trent kissed my neck while he stroked my nipples with his fingers. Then Trent replaced his hands with his mouth suckling on my nipples, and with his left hand stroked my dick and my balls while his right arm went around my back. I was twisting moaning, but neither of them let up. They pretty much had me immobilized, with pleasure if nothing else. I could feel the warning buzz start in my cock – if they didn’t stop, I was going to shoot. “Uh, guys?” I gasped out. “I’m going to cum in about a minute.” As soon as I said that, Trent knelt in front of me and took my dick in his mouth while he played with left nipple and stroked my balls with his right hand. Nothing was going to stop me now: I could feel my entire body tense agonizingly, then release in what felt like a burst of color. Trent swallowed as my load spurted in his mouth, and Nick was fucking my asshole with his tongue. My hips bucked and I started to laugh and tried to pull away from the intense sensations that crowded in on me, but at some point Nick had locked his legs around my ankles and his arms around my thighs, preventing me from moving at all from the waist down, other than the thrusts of my pelvis as I finished climaxing. “Yeah, that was hot,” Nick said. “Real sweet on my end of things.” I drooped between them. “Any chance of my being able to sit, or better yet, lie down? Otherwise I may just collapse on one or both of you.” The laughed and released me. I tottered over to my bed gratefully and lay down. “Muchaco, are you okay?” Nick asked. “Terrific,” I said as I arranged my pillows to prop me up. “Never better. Sorry to ask after both of you put in all that effort, but…could I have a drink of water?” “Sure thing,” Trent said, and went to the living room and retrieved my bottle of water. “FYI, Max is still completely knocked out.” “Like dog, like owner,” I said between sips of water, eliciting more laughter. Both of them were still standing over me. “Anyone want to join me in bed?” I said playfully. Fortunately when I’d moved in this room as a young teenager my parents had left the full-sized bed that my nanny had slept in. It would be a bit crowded with three, but workable. “Sure thing,” Nick said. He took off his running shoes and t-shirt, then knelt over my face, pressing his crotch against my face. I knew immediately what he wanted, so I inhaled loudly, then began to nuzzle and lick his crotch. The smell of his musky pubes filled my nose, and I could feel his dick straining against the confines of his clothes. “Wow, you been trained well, muchacho,” Nick groaned. “My boyfriend,” I said, then went back to worshiping his crotch. It was simpler than explaining that in addition to Mike, who I considered a boyfriend, I had a houseful of fuck buddies, though I really only regularly had sex with six of them. I wondered what they’d think if told them I’d been gang-banged on more than one occasion, so I’d had plenty of practice. “Yeah, that’s it, sniff my man scent deep like a good boy,” Nick growled. I shifted my head a little, but he pulled it back in place. “Did I say to stop? Keep that face buried in my crotch until I say to do something else.” His macho, domineering talk was incredibly exciting. I could feel my dick start to harden again, even though a few minutes ago I thought they’d totally drained me. “Hey, Nick, he likes it. He’s getting hard again,” Trent said. “Sure he likes it. I know a submissive slut when I see one. You want a turn?” “Yeah, man,” Trent said, and he replaced Nick, pressing himself against my face. I could feel the soft knit fabric against my face and his scent came through strongly. It was clear he’d decided to dispense with any kind of underwear…assuming he hadn’t gone commando under his jeans. “Oh, yeah, you do that really well,” Trent said. “Whose smell do you like better?” “I’m not sure…I’ll have to spend more time comparing to decide,” I answered seductively. “We can make that happen, muchacho. Move over, man,” Nick said. They arranged it so that I was in the middle of the bed, Trent was to my left, Nick was to my right. “Okay, sniff me now,” Nick said. It was a little awkward, but I rolled on my side and Pushed my face against his hard dick; the outline was showing clearly through the front of his pants. “Now me,” Trent said and pulled me over onto my other side. His dick was hard; I could feel the entire length of his shaft against my face. “Hmm, I still don’t know” I said. “Yeah?” Nick said. “Then try this,” and he moved so that he was kneeling over my face and pushed his ass over my nose. His butt was hard and muscular; the smell was strong, masculine. “You really like that,” he said, pinching my nipples. “You’re oozing pre-cum.” My dick was hard, painfully so. “Okay, now try me again,” said Trent, seating himself on my face as Nick made way. The soft fabric of his sweats really meant my nose was totally buried in his ass crack. “It feels really good to have your nose buried in my ass.” I shifted my head trying to get a little air, but Trent just pushed his butt against my face even harder. “Yeah, my butt is in your face, and there’s nothing you can do about it, baby. Let’s hear you sniff, deep, get my manstink in your nose.” “Hey, man, you wearing anything under those sweats?” Nick asked. “Just a jock strap,” Trent answered. “Then I get another chance before he decides,” Nick demanded. As if I was really going to choose… “Sure, I don’t want the bitch to miss out,” Trent said. Nick was taking his place, but he’d stripped off his pants and was wearing a pair of black bikini briefs. “Yeah, bet you can really smell it now,” Nick said as he sat on my face so that his ass crack was just in front of my nose. I could see his muscular back, tight waist that swelled into a body-builder’s butt. I not only inhaled loudly, I pressed my tongue up into his crack. He moaned in response. “You’re making me crazy,” he said breathlessly. He pulled his briefs down and pulled my face into his smooth, naked ass. “Lick that hole. Eat my ass, bitch,” he ordered. I happily did as ordered; Nick was rubbing his ass over my mouth and his hard dick against my chest. “I have to fuck you now, got a five-day load that I want to dump inside that hot little ass.” He pulled back and I got my first good look at his dick. It wasn’t any longer than Trent’s, but was as thick as Carlos’ massive meat. “Lube,” I said. Trent stepped into my bathroom and came back with the bath oil, and handed it to Nick. Nick spread the oil on his dick, took some more and put it on the outside of my asshole, pushed one, then two, then three fingers inside me. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and jammed his cock in my ass in one stroke. “Youch…wait a minute, that’s flesh and blood!” I exclaimed. “Take it, muchacho, take it. Not gonna last long inside that tight little boy cunt, gonna make you take my cum inside your hole” he said as he thrust deeply. Time to bring out the heavy artillery: I reached around and stroked his balls and ass simultaneously with my right hand, then tickled the shaft of his dick as he drew back. “Oh, yeah, do that, play with my balls, my ass, my dick. My wife is a hot fuck, but she doesn’t know to touch my ass like you do.” It only took another couple of hard thrusts before his back arched and he shouted, “I’m cumming, that’s five days of my spunk flooding your ass. Take it all.” Then he collapsed on top of me, and kissed me roughly and deeply on the mouth. “Damn, you’re one hot little piece.” “What’d I tell you?” Trent said. “My turn, now.” Nick kissed me again, carefully pulled out – his cock was still hard. He saw me look at it wide-eyed. “Yeah, there’s plenty more where that came from. I’m gonna fuck you as many times as I can before your parents get home.” Trent mounted the bed, saying, “Roll over, I want to fuck you while you’re on your stomach.” I immediately rolled over and spread my legs; he grabbed a pillow and put it under my hips, then lined his dick up with my ass and pushed in. “Thanks for lubing him up for me, man,” Trent said to Nick as he sank his dick inside me slowly. He laid down on top of me; I could feel his hairy, muscular chest against my back as he started to pump in and out of my ass. “Wow, it’s even better the second time,” he gasped. His thrusts were coming harder and faster, flesh slapping loudly on flesh. He was giving me an amazing prostate massage…and I started to cum onto the pillow under my hips. Yikes, I was going to have to change my sheets and launder them to hide the evidence. “Oh, baby, your ass is squeezing me…here I cum…” Trent slammed hard against me three times, then froze. “I’m mixing my cum with Nick’s. We’re going to take turns in your butt and fill you so full of spunk you’ll be able to taste it.” And then my phone pinged with an incoming text message…

Part 3 As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has. What happened next took me totally by surprise. As Randy began to feed me his cock he said to Seth "Is he as hot of a fuck as I thought he would be?" Seth let Randy know that I was a hotter fuck then he imagined and I was primed for more raw cock. Seth then pulled his softening cock from my hole. As Randy was ready to take his place he asked if Seth had a prepared point for him to use. I wasn't sure what they were talking about until I saw Seth handed Randy a syringe. Seth asked me if I'd like to try a point. I was totally clueless by this point and my head seemed a little foggy (for some strange reason). Randy, who had me pinned to the bed with his hard cock already lodged inside me, answered for me in the affirmative. I could barely see as Seth approached my right side. I could feel a tight strap on my upper arm as I asked what were they doing. Seth and Randy were talking like I wasn't in the room as he told his roommate that he had already snaked a few good shard and his Tina covered cock inside me earlier. I then felt a coolness on my arm followed by a slight pinch. Then the tight strap on my arm was removed and my entire world changed. I had a strange taste in the back of my mouth and began to cough out hard as Randy let up on the force he was using to hold me down to the bed. Then I watched as they both injected something (probably the same stuff I was just given) into their arms. Each guy coughed out (not as hard or as many times as I had) as I swear I felt Randy's cock grow inside me). Randy said he loved being inside a dudes ass when he slams before doing his own slam and that I was in for a good fucking and probably a couple loads before he'd pull out. By this point the only thing on my mind was getting fuck by him and anyone else I could find. Randy then set about to do exactly as he described as Seth left the room leaving the door open for anyone to see the action. My attention returned to Randy and his cock fucking my hungry hole. Suddenly I was made aware of a small crowd that began to gather at the door. It was a turn on to be watched as Randy began to add his own load to what Seth had already deposited. Like his roommate he never let up until he gave a total of 3 loads before pulling out. Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me.

Chapter 18) I was awoken by a loud buzzing…no it was a shrieking sound; I fumbled with my alarm clock but it didn’t stop. That’s when the sleepy fog shrouding my brain cleared a bit and I realized it was the new alarm. Someone was trying to break in, or more likely it had been set off by accident. Cursing, I reached for my sleep pants, while Carlos did the same. Then there was someone pounding on the door of the room. I started to get out of bed to open it, but Carlos pushed me back, and said, “No, Darren, let me check what’s going on.” I made an exasperated sound and started to argue, until Carlos unlocked the door and I saw Rod standing there. “Get in the bathroom now, lock the door and close the shutters,” Rod ordered. “What?” I said, as I struggled into my sleep pants and t-shirt. “Someone is trying to break in, they’ve thrown a brick through the window. The police will be here in a few minutes, but you need to do what I’m saying. Now.” His military training was in evidence in the way he was ordering us around. “C’mon, baby, move it,” Carlos said. “I’ll come with you,” he said to Rod. “No. Stay with Darren, and take his cell phone,” he said grabbing my phone and shoving it in Carlos’ hand. “I’m going to sneak out a side window and try to catch the son-of-a bitch in the act.” Carlos didn’t look happy, but nodded and hustled me down the hall. “Who would be stupid enough to hang around after the alarm went off?” I argued, dragging my feet. Then I heard a distant crash between the beats of the bleating alarm, and what sounded like firecrackers. “Get him in there and lock the door,” Rod shouted at Carlos. “Don’t turn on the light until the shutters are closed, and don’t come out of there until either the police or I say it’s okay.” “What about you?” I said, still resisting being hustled into the bathroom. “That sounded like gunshots or something, it’s dangerous…” “Darren, this is what I do for a living, this is why your parents hired me. Shut up and do what I’m telling you so I can deal with these fuckers.” Carlos scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom, slammed the newly-installed heavy metal door, locked it and then groped his way over to the window. “We can’t just leave him out there,” I said. “He’s here to keep you safe and I’m going to make sure you let him do his job,” Carlos said, still fumbling for the shutters. “My phone has a flashlight, give it to me,” I said. He gave it to me, and I turned it on. “Aim the light at the floor,” Carlos barked. “You don’t have to shout,” I said, and then heard another gunshot outside the bathroom window. I gulped and immediately did as he said. He finally got the shutters closed, and I turned on the light. I sank down on the floor, sitting on a little throw rug with my back braced against the cabinet under the sink. I wondered how long we’d have to be locked up in here. On the one hand, it was secure as far as intrusions, but what if they decided to set fire to the house? How would we get out? I tried to relax and stop thinking up worst-case scenarios. But I was certainly good at them. The bathroom had been converted to a panic room, something I’d put down to general paranoia on the part of Uncle Jeffy and my parents. It seemed like they were right, after all. ———————— “Your luggage is in the car parked at the bottom of the steps,” Rod said as crisply as if he were a drill sergeant speaking to new recruits. “I’m going to exit first and open the back door. Darren, exit the house quickly, get in the back seat of the vehicle and duck down. Immediately. Carlos lock the front door of the house, then get in the back with Darren. One of my partners is driving us so I can accompany you inside the airport.” I was tense and exhausted; even after we got the all-clear, neither Carlos nor I had been able to get back to sleep. Rod hadn’t been able to catch anyone, and by the time the police arrived it was pretty obvious whoever had been trying to break in was long gone. The popping sounds turned out to have been firecrackers, not guns, though it looked as if someone might have taken some shots at the front of the house with a pellet gun. The police had come and gone, taken our statements and the video disks from the security cameras. Carlos had set it up so that the cams backed up wirelessly to a Dropbox account that he or Uncle Jeffy could access, so we’d still have a copy. I wanted to argue that this was a lot of fuss over what amounted to a stupid prank, but Rod made it clear that he wasn’t going to take any back-talk. I did exactly as Rod said while he hovered next to the car, and as soon as he and Carlos got in and all doors were shut we headed for the airport. We were going to be hours early for our flight, but Rod and the police decided that it was safest for us to get to the airport and go through security. No one would be able – theoretically, anyway – to get a gun or any kind of weapon past the checkpoint, and Carlos would be with me and could offer physical protection if needed. He was keyed up, ready to punch out anyone who even looked sideways at me. I hoped there wouldn’t be an incident while we were travelling. I was worried that because Carlos was Latino, the TSA and the airlines would probably shoot first and ask questions later given the current poisoned political environment. “Can I sit up, yet?” I asked. “No,” said Rod. “Not until we’re on the expressway.” “Stretch, out, baby, put your head in my lap,” Carlos said. “Now isn’t the time for romance,” I said sarcastically. Carlos scowled at me. “You’ll be more comfortable, and maybe you could catch a nap. You look worn out.” Put like that, the proposition had its advantages, so I stretched out as best I could using Carlos’ muscular left thigh as a pillow. I was on my side; Carlos stroked my hair, then kneaded the muscles where my neck met my head with one hand. I all but purred, and felt myself relax enough to doze lightly as we made our way to the airport. From the way Carlos gradually stopped the gentle massage, I gathered he’d dropped off, too. Rod subtly stood guard while I checked my bag – Carlos only had a knapsack – ensuring that no one got too close. He stuck with us until we’d cleared TSA security, waving goodbye. Part of his holiday weekend would be spent making sure the broken window was repaired, and he would monitor the house remotely via the security cams. Once we’d boarded the flight, Carlos insisted that I take the window seat so he could be a buffer between me and the aisle. I decided not to argue about it, and resisted pointing out that anyone sitting in front or in back of us could still get to me. Carlos said, “I still think we should have called or texted Mike. “What for?” I said for what felt like the millionth time. “There’s nothing he can do, it’ll just spoil his vacation.” Carlo gave up since the jet was going to take off and we had to turn off all electronics. “Baby, I could come with you to New York if you want,” he offered. It was tempting, but I didn’t want to ruin his time with family. “No, I’ll be fine. You should go spend time with your family. I’m sure your parents want to see you, especially with all the fuss over the frat and the legal stuff going on.” He thought for a minute. “All I’m going to do with them is eat dinner, watch football with my dad and some of my brothers and hang out. If I go with you, I get dinner,” he said glancing at me for my nod of verification, “I could still watch football and hang out, plus we could have more awesome sex.” I laughed. “It’s a thought. But you need to unwind and if you’re with me you’ll feel like you have to be my bodyguard.” “And what a body I’d get to guard,” he leered. We went back and forth some more, but he finally conceded that his mom would be upset and disappointed, so he couldn’t really blow off the weekend with family in DC. ———————— “Darren,” I heard my dad call as I exited the concourse at LaGuardia airport, and then I saw him waving. What an intense relief: I’d made it home in one piece. Not that I’d really believed anyone was going to go to the extreme of following me on the flight to harm me, but the events of the last 24 hours were enough to make anybody nervous. It’d been harder than I anticipated to say goodbye to Carlos after we exited the jet way, and I’d found myself looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was trailing me. Given that the vast majority of passengers getting off their flights headed for baggage claim and ground transport, it meant that I’d walked quite slowly, letting everyone pass me. Just to be safe. This warred with my instinct to run as fast as possible and head for home immediately. It would be good to be back on my own turf, just a face in the crowd that was New York and best of all with no bodyguard to dog my steps I’d be able to breathe. Now I was home and could relax. “Dad,” I said, throwing my arms around him. I was so happy to see him, and that’s when I noticed the two guys in dark clothing standing behind him, watching us. They literally screamed “security” without saying a word. Both were, typically, stocky and muscular; one was a little taller with reddish-brown hair; the other was a Black guy, possibly mixed race, a bit huskier. “Darren, this is Trent and Nick, your security guards for while you’re home,” my dad said. So much for normal. “Oh please, is this totally necessary?” I said irritably. “Darren,” my father said sternly “someone tried to break into the house at school. You’ve obviously rattled a number of people, some of whom have no problem using violence to intimidate you and may try to harm you. I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to your wellbeing.” “Rod called you,” I said sourly. “That fucking fink…” “I pay him to watch over you and to keep me, your mom and your attorneys informed.” “Fine. Whatever. Can I ask you guys a question?” I said addressing the two Men in Black. “Sure,” one of them, the taller white guy who I thought was Trent, answered. “Is it obligatory for security guards to have monosyllabic names?” I snapped waspishly. Both of their mouths twitched. “You can call me ‘Nicholas’ if you want,” the Black guy said. At least I’d gotten who was who correct. We collected my bag, got into the discreet black sedan with tinted windows that were probably bullet proof and then made the trek to the Upper West Side apartment where I’d grown up. The building was over a century old and had a tastefully ornate Beaux Arts façade. Our apartment had originally been my maternal grandparent’s home, but they’d elected to relocate to Florida years before I was born and had sold the place to my parents for a ridiculously low price. The Planetarium and Natural History museum were right across the street, and Central Park was just a half a block away. They’d always been my favorite places in New York, and as a child were my version of a neighborhood playground. “Mr. Darren,” exclaimed the doorman, Javier as I got out of the car. “Welcome home.” We shook hands warmly; I smiled at him and said, “Thanks Javier. How’s everybody? The wife, the kids…?” “All doing beautifully,” he assured me. “The oldest started high school this year, and the baby is in kindergarten.” Nick cleared his throat loudly, I rolled my eyes. “My handlers want me to get inside and go upstairs,” I said grumpily. “Have a nice holiday,” smiling at Javier to soften my momentary fit of pique. I didn’t want him to think I was irritated with him. I’d save that for the Men in Black. The elevator ride was very quiet, though it was possible that everyone else could hear me fuming. Once we got off the elevator, I could hear our dog barking. As soon as Dad opened the front door that led into the foyer, we were greeted by the manic amber dachshund. “It’s Maximillian Amadeus Grandiamus,” I said, scooping up the wriggling dog. He was beside himself, whining, barking, and licking me everywhere he could reach. “Maxi, you didn’t think I was gone forever, did you? You knew I’d be back…” and that’s when I lost it, and started crying much to Maxi’s dismay, so he licked me in the face. Everything I’d been through: nearly being choked to death by Daddy Scorpio, dodging a potentially fatal illness, the insults and threats and last night’s attack on the frat house came crashing down. “Darren, you’re…sweetie, what’s wrong?” my mother said when she realized I was cuddling the dog and crying. “I’m sorry,” I sniffled. “I’m just, I don’t know…I was looking forward to being home and back to normal for a few days. And then I get here,” I continued, glancing at Trent and Nick, “only to find out that I’m under house arrest.” I saw the bodyguards exchange glances. What that meant, I wasn’t certain, but it probably was along the lines of wow-what-a-messed-up-brat-we-have-to-deal-with. Mom stepped over hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. “Sweetie pie, you’re worn out, and after last night it’s not a surprise. I’m betting that you’ve drunk too much coffee and eaten too much sugar on the way here.” It was as if she had a built-in junk-food sensor. I’d drunk several glasses of iced coffee and had a carrot muffin, a chocolate croissant and a cranberry orange scone while we killed time in the airport. I was pretty wired. “I thought I’d make omelets for lunch – does anyone object to cheddar and mushroom?” Mom addressed that last question to the room, and since there was no answer apparently no one minded and the Men in Black were having lunch with us. She’d chosen mushroom and cheese omelets because they were my favorite – a comfort food. “There’s tomato soup, I’ll make you some chamomile tea and after lunch you can take a nap. You’ll feel better once you’ve had some good food and gotten a little rest.” My mom – there was nothing that food and sleep couldn’t fix. I put Maxi down, and with his tail wagging madly, he went over the Men in Black. They smiled down at him and each gave him a pat on the head. If they were nice to Maxi, they couldn’t be all bad. I scrounged in my coat pockets for a tissue to dry my eyes and hung my coat, then took a deep breath and said, “Trent, Nick, let me hang your coats for you.” Wordlessly, they handed their dark coats to me, and I hung them in the closet. “Hey, what about me?” my dad said, apparently trying to be funny. “You’re not company, but sure, I’ll hang your coat,” and took his battered camel colored moleskin car coat. Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, worried that if they breathed too loudly I’d shatter again. “I’m going to unpack, and then I’ll set the table, Mom.” “If you’re not too tired,” she answered. I had to demonstrate to these guys that I wasn’t a spoiled brat. At least not 100% of the time. “Why don’t I help you with your luggage?” Trent said. “It’s really not necessary, but thanks,” I said, leading the way to my bedroom. Maxi skittered after us, not willing to let me out of his sight yet. Our apartment was large by New York standards, three bedrooms and three-and-a-half baths with a living room, dining room and an eat-in kitchen. The floors were classic herringbone, the ceilings high, about 12 feet. My room had pale-blue walls, with a large blue and green abstract-patterned area rug and dark blue drapes over cream vertical blinds. A grouping of photos was hung on the wall, there were a few more displayed on desk; there was a reproduction of a Morris Louis painting and a framed poster from a long-ago Monet exhibit, too. “Nice place you have here,” Trent said, trying to make small talk. “Thanks. I guess I take it for granted, to me it’s home.” He set down the suitcase, and I opened it on the floor, and started to take out my clothes and put them away. Max decided to “help” me unpack by thoroughly inspecting my suitcase and its contents. Once he was satisfied, he jumped up on my bed and made himself comfortable on the blue, white and green striped duvet. Trent checked out the closet, stepped over to each of the windows and looked out – assessing the security or lack thereof, I suppose – then opened the door to the bathroom. “Hey, this is great, you have your own bathroom? It’s like you have a private studio apartment.” “Yeah. The view is the back of the building, but it’s quiet. Only the living room, dining room and master bedroom have any kind of view anyway. I had a nanny until middle-school, and this was her reoom. Once she moved out, I nagged my parents to let me take it. I think they decided it was easier to let me move in than to deal with my griping.” He smiled at that one. Now was the time. “Trent, I’m sorry about being such an asshole…,” I began. “No apology necessary. You’ve been through a lot from what I’ve heard, and last night must have been frightening.” I paused as I tucked my underwear in the dresser and just nodded, suddenly unable to speak. “You want to tell me about it?” I sighed and shrugged and sat on the bed; I gestured to Trent to sit on my desk chair, which he turned to face me. Max nuzzled my right hand, then rolled over for a belly rub. “What’s to tell? One minute I was asleep, the next the alarm was going off. I figured it had gone off by accident. My friend Carlos was sleeping in my room and he was just going to check what was happening when Rod, my school bodyguard, knocked at the door and told us someone was trying to break in. They broke a couple of windows, and I could hear what sounded like gunshots, but turned out to be firecrackers. The guard insisted Carlos and I go in the panic room and said we couldn’t come out until either he or the police cleared it. We were in there for about an hour before he said it was all clear. That was it for sleep, so we went to the airport early and hung out until it was time for our flight to go. The police suggested it because it was unlikely anyone would be able to smuggle a weapon past security.” “Do they have any idea who did it?” Trent asked. I shrugged. “The police have the security cam recordings, but I haven’t heard if they were able to see much on them. Rod tried to catch them, but whoever it was had already left. Probably some locals who’re pissed at me for messing up the football season. The University’s football team is big deal in that town, and I blew open a whole sexual abuse ring that the coach was running.” “So I’ve heard. That took a lot of guts.” “I didn’t feel like I had a choice. It was just wrong what was going on, the way the guys who are my friends were being used and abused. I had to do something.” “You really didn’t have to,” Trent said. “You could have just come back home and your parents definitely would be fine with that even now.” “Maybe,” I answered. “But how could I sleep at night? And I need my friends there, and they need me. I got them into this mess, I can’t run off as soon as it gets hard. So I’m not just a totally spoiled brat.” “Never said you were,” he answered with a grin. “I bet you thought it,” I said back, smiling at him. He was kind of cute, I noted now that my irritation had abated. Not as good looking as Mike…but definitely attractive. “Your parents told us you had a mouth on you. I see that they’re right.” At that moment my phone chimed, signaling an incoming message. I looked and my heart leapt – it was from Mike. “Call me,” it said. “Excuse me, I’ve got to call, uh…” “Somebody you’re happy to hear from, it looks like,” Trent said. “My boyfriend,” I said sheepishly. His eyes flickered – disappointment? Hmm… “I’ll give you some privacy,” he said, and left the room. I was pressing the return call icon on my droid before he even left my bedroom. “Darren, are you okay?” was the first thing Mike said. Not hello. And he hadn’t called me Darr or Honey or Sweetheart. I had a feeling this was not a good sign. “Sure, I’m fine,” I answered. “Why didn’t you call or text me?” he demanded. “About what?” I said, playing dumb. “Darr, don’t fuck with me. About what happened last night. Why didn’t you contact me? I had to hear it from Rod and then Carlos.” I sighed. “I didn’t want to spoil your vacation. There’s not much you could have done. I’m fine, Carlos is fine, even Rod is fine. A couple of the windows in the house, not so much, but they can be replaced.” “You should have called me first thing this morning.” “What about your family? How would you explain an early morning phone call like that?” “All right, well, you could have texted me,” he blustered. “Oh, yeah, great idea,” I said sarcastically. “‘Mike, someone tried to break into the house last night, Carlos and I spent an hour locked up in the safe room, but we’re fine. Have a nice day.’” “You could’ve texted me to call you when I could. That’s what Rod and Carlos did.” Duh. “I didn’t even think of that,” I said, chastened. “I didn’t want you to worry.” “Well that didn’t fucking work out, did it?” He was seriously pissed off at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make it more real, I guess. I’m safe, though. I’m at home and my parents hired a couple of security guards to watch over me.” “I’m glad they have some sense. You can’t do this, Darr, you can’t shut me out.” “I wasn’t shutting you out, I was planning to tell you on Sunday as soon as I saw you.” I argued back. “I’ll bet,” he snapped. “I’ve gotta go now. I’ll see you Sunday,” he finished and hung up. No “I miss you.” Not even a goodbye. I rested my head in my hands; Maxi seemed to know I was upset, so he got in my lap and nuzzled my face, then rolled over on his back. I petted him absently. This was going to be the worst Thanksgiving in history. ————————— I was in the frat house…where was everybody? The layout was different; somehow my room from home had been transported here. I thought I heard Maxi in my room and went to look, but then I was in a different room…the sub-basement room? The walls were covered in black velvet, but there were windows. I heard shouting and looked out of the window, there were people pointing at the house, which now was just the one room I was in, and the walls were just fabric like a temporary pavilion. The crowd was angry and yelling something – I couldn’t make out the words – as they walked towards the house. I looked out the front of the house and there were more of them…where was my panic room, where was the basement…I couldn’t find a safe place and now they were inside and I couldn’t move fast enough… I woke up gasping for breath. It took me a minute to remember where I was, and another to stop hyperventilating. Just a dream, just a dream, I told myself. I went to my bathroom, turned on the light and drank some water. I wondered if I’d shouted out loud and if anyone had heard me. I turned the bathroom light off, checked the time: 3:30 AM. I lay back down and tried to go back to sleep, but the dream still haunted me. I ached to have Mike here with me, or Carlos or Aiden or Aaron or Ike. They’d tell me it would be okay, and hold me until I calmed down. I should have let Carlos come here. I should have listened to him and contacted Mike. I tossed and turned…finally I gave up and went to the kitchen. Maybe I’d make myself some more chamomile, and that would help. I pulled on a robe over my pajamas and navigated by memory in the darkness to the kitchen. Once there, I turned on the light in the hood over the stove, and as quietly as I could got a teabag, put it in a mug, ran water over it and then put it in the microwave. It would be less noisy than using the kettle. I heard the jingle of Maxi’s collar tags as he joined me in the kitchen, looking at me with wide, imploring eyes, clearly hoping for a snack. “Can’t you sleep either, Maxi? Let me get you a treat,” I said, and went into the cupboard and got him his favorite, a liver snap. He wolfed it down as if he’d been starved for days. Then the microwave started to beep, so I ran and silenced it, taking out my cup of tea. I took it into the living room, turned on a lamp next to the sofa where Maxi joined me. The tea was still too hot to drink; I blew on it and took a few cautious sips, and petted Max. Two days until I saw Mike. I didn’t know what to hope for. Maxi was deliriously happy, though, rolling over on his back, and petting him seemed to calm me. I remembered reading that petting dogs could lower blood pressure and decrease stress. I heard quiet footsteps, and looked up to see Trent in the doorway, dressed in NYU sweats. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” I whispered. “Your parents pay me to sleep lightly,” he said, taking a seat in the armchair nearest the sofa. “I guess you drew the short straw, staying here on Thanksgiving.” We kept our voices down to avoid waking my parents, though their bedroom was at the other end of the apartment and with its own private bath. He smiled. “It’s okay. Nick and I switch off holidays when we need to, and your mom put on quite a spread for dinner. What are you doing up?” “I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I’m having tea and petting Maxi, which I hope will relax me.” “He’s a cute dog. Loves you to death.” “He kind of loves everyone,” I said. “It’s hard to compliment you,” Trent said with a lopsided smile. “Sorry?” I answered, feeling puzzled. “I tried earlier when we were talking about your situation at school, and now the dog, too. He hasn’t jumped up to greet me, so I think we can say he’s pretty attached to you.” “Okay. I guess that’s true. Dogs never stop loving…” I said on a sigh. “The call with the BF wasn’t so great, huh?” he asked sympathetically. I huffed out a breath of air. “Do my mom and dad pay you to read my mind, too?” “I don’t read minds, but you were excited to get his text, and since you called him you’ve been dragging around looking miserable. They do pay me to be observant.” “Yeah, it wasn’t a great call. Actually, it was a total disaster. He’s angry because I didn’t call and let him know what had happened, and he found out from Rod and a frat brother. He called, we argued, he yelled at me and hung up without even saying goodbye.” “I’ve seen this before. It’s not really you he’s angry at.” “He does a great impression of being angry at me.” “Trust me. He’s pissed and feeling guilty that you were in a dangerous situation, that he wasn’t there and that there’s nothing he can do about it.” I just shook my head and looked away. “And you had a nightmare, didn’t you?” I was surprised and I’m sure it showed. “What makes you think so?” “Darren, I work with individuals who need protection from people who want to hurt them. That’s a stressful situation to put it mildly, and most of them have nightmares and don’t sleep well. It’s hard to be in that position.” I felt a wave of relief. Someone finally knew what it felt like for me. Everyone else just told me to do as my security told me to, and that I’d be safe. In the meantime I was a wreck, constantly braced for the worst. “Did your training include being a psychotherapist, too?” He chuckled, still keeping his voice down. “No, but I worked as a bartender for a while. You learn how to listen doing that job.” “Yeah,” I said. “I had a nightmare, an awful one.” In a replay of our earlier conversation he said, “Want to tell me about it?” I told him about the dream in detail; it had been terrifyingly vivid. “I guess it’s not hard to interpret is it? Classic anxiety dream: threatening crowd, no one to help me, no place to be safe.” “It sounds pretty bad,” he said sympathetically. “I’ve had others over the past few months, but Mike was always there when I woke up.” “And you just had a big argument with him, which makes it worse.” I nodded, felt my eyes burn, but successfully stanched even the suggestion of tears. I’m not going to cry over Mike if he’s going to be a jerk. Trent moved to sit next to me, put his arm was around my shoulder. “You’ve had a hard couple of days, and you need to try and get some rest.” I didn’t want him to take his arm from around me…it felt good. Reassuring. But I nodded and stood, moving towards my room. “Isn’t Max going to come with you?” Trent asked. “I wish. No, he’s been very well trained. He sleeps here in the living room, or if he’s hot will curl up in the guest bathroom on the tiles. I tried to get him to sleep in my room when I found out I hadn’t been accepted at my first choice college. My mom even gave her blessing, but as soon the lights would go out, he was scratching on the door to leave my room.” “He’s a funny little thing,” Trent said as we left the living room. “Thanks for listening to me,” I said once we were at the short hall that led to my room, and held out my hand. He took it in both of his, and gave it a squeeze. I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, but he zagged when I zigged and, somehow, our lips met instead. It was like static electricity, a brief shock; then as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his arms were around me and we were kissing. Seriously kissing. I broke it off. “I’m sorry, that was really inappropriate,” I gasped. “Yeah, I know,” he answered. And we kissed again. We somehow made our way to my bedroom without really breaking the kiss, apparently quietly enough that my parents didn’t hear us. Both of us were breathing hard; I was practically crawling up his body, so he quickly lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me over to my bed and laid me down, then blanketed me with his body. I could feel the weight of his muscular body on mine, his lips moved delicately over my jaw and neck. He was pushing my robe off my shoulders, and I started to pull at his sweat shirt. In short order we were both naked, and we launched ourselves at one another, kissing, licking, biting and caressing. His hands were warm, lightly calloused; I shivered as he stroked my back and shoulders. “You have a beautiful body,” he murmured. “If you’re into wire hang…” he cut me off with a kiss. “Just say thank you,” Trent whispered. “Or better yet, tell me what you like about my body.” I giggled. “Everything,” I sighed, a little theatrically. “Your muscles,” I said kissing his right biceps and then trailing kisses across his furry chest to his left arm. “The way you touch me, the callouses on your fingers. Your lips,” I added and kissed him. “And of course…” I finished, stroking his hardening cock, and playing with his balls both of which looked to be every bit as big as Mike’s. He closed his eyes, his jaw dropped and his head dropped back as he gave a low groan. I moved down and began to lick his cock head, teasing, light touches of the tongue along with little kisses, then moved to his thick shaft and gave it the same treatment. “Where did you learn to do this?” Trent gasped out. “You’re what – 18?” I looked up at him coyly. “I’ve been studying hard since I got to college.” I moved to his balls, using my lips and tongue like I had on his dick, and kept going behind his balls. He shifted a little so I was able to lick his asshole; he gasped and I could feel his hand on the back of my head, holding me securely in place. As I rimmed him, I stroked his balls and his dick, eliciting another moan from him. Then he was pulling me up, and planted his lips on mine. “God, I want to fuck you so bad…” I smiled seductively and went to my bathroom and retrieved the bath/shower oil I used on my skin. I put some on my hand and rubbed it on his cock, then took some more and lubed up my butthole, then laid back with my legs spread. He looked down at me with a startled expression on his face. “What?” I said. “Don’t you want me to use a condom?” I hadn’t even thought of it, I was so used to bareback sex. “I’m on PReP,” I explained. “It’s covered.” He gulped. “You’re sure?” “Positive,” I answered. “Just fuck me…I want it so bad,” I whispered. He took my legs over his shoulders, lined himself up and started to push gently inside of me, almost as if were afraid he’d hurt me. Since I’d been fucked six times by Carlos the night before, taking Trent’s dick wasn’t difficult, even though he was quite well endowed. He slid in with no resistance from me and no pain at all. Quite the opposite – my own dick was hard as a rock. He pulled back and then thrust in again. “It’s been…I don’t know how long since I fucked someone bare, your ass is so sweet. I want to make it last…but you’ve got me so turned on…” he gave an inarticulate cry, and began thrusting against me with hard strokes, grunting as he did. “I’m gonna cum…take it…” and he pushed all the way in, his balls against me. I could feel his dick spasm as he shot his load inside me, and that’s all it took for me to shoot my own load all over my chest. He slumped on top of me and covered my mouth with his. I could feel his heartbeat race in counterpoint with my own. “You weren’t the only one who was turned on,” I said, stroking the back of his neck. He propped himself on his elbows and grinned. Then he grimaced, his expression serious. “I shouldn’t have done this.” “Hello? It wasn’t just you, or did you forget about my being here, too?” “It was totally unprofessional…” he began. “Totally naughty, and that’s why it was so much fun,” I said, interrupting. Then I remembered everything we’d just talked about. “Besides, it’s what I need right now…to feel desirable.” “Your boyfriend is an idiot if he lets this come between you. And I’m betting he’ll cool off in a few days.” Trent pulled himself carefully out of my ass. “I wish I could sleep with you, but that’s probably a really bad idea.” I nodded in reluctant agreement. He stood, used my bathroom to take a leak and clean up a little, then pulled on his sweats. I was still in bed, now feeling warm and drowsy. He sat next to me, and kissed me again. “Think you’ll sleep okay?” I inhaled and sighed deeply. “Yeah. Thanks.” “See you in the morning,” he said, and slipped quietly out of my room. I wonder if my parents pay him for that, too? I thought as I slipped into deep, untroubled sleep.

Part 2 Seth said it was time to get me laid as he worked my virgin hole open. I really must have been tight cause when he was working my hole open with his fingers I could feel a burn as the muscles stretched. Seth climbed up on the bed and was kneeling between my legs. I got a good look at this 20 something stud about to take my virginity. I was a little surprised and shocked at the piece of meat he had between his legs. It wasn't fully hard yet and I was guessing it was over 8". Seth then leaned in and gave me a kiss. I parted my lips granting his tongue full access. As our tongues wrestled I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my hole. Then I felt the tip of his tool began to press in where nothing had ever been before except for his own fingers. When I felt his big mushroom head pop in I thought I would be in terrible pain. On the contrary, it felt so right. He held still in me giving me time to adjust to his penetration. I simply looked into his eyes and told him to keep going. For some strange reason my hole felt a hunger that could only be satisfied by a cock. Seth slowly sank in deeper, going slow. He seemed to want my first time to be one I'd never forget. When he finally bottomed out balls deep I was ready to be his bitch. He slowly pulled back out and then thrusted back in which brought a moan from me and a pleasurable look in Seth's eyes. Seth slowly began to piston in and out of my hole as we looked at each other. The feeling seemed to be so overwhelming, my senses seemed to be heightened. I was amazed at how good my first time was starting out to be. Seth fucked me like that for a long time. I reached up and touched his face as we kissed again. Then I was curious to how his cock was sliding in and out of me that I reached down between our two bodies to feel the piece of man meat penetrating me. I felt the base of his cock as it moved in and out of my hole. I was suddenly shocked that I could not feel the bottom of the rubber. Seth told me he played safe, did he trick me? I think Seth saw the look on my face as I realized he was fucking me bareback. But the look on his face seemed to calm my fears as he began to pound my hole and made the fuck feel 100 times better then it had started out to be. I could not let this go and asked him to stop and put a condom on his cock. He "seemed" a little shocked and said that he was so much into me and my body and making my first time memorable he forgot to put one on. Then he added that it was actually too late since he had already flood my hole with 2 loads. The look in his eyes and the sensation of my first time had me giving into his bareback fuck. The thought of fucking raw was a turn on for me and if this is how I am to start then so be it! When I was getting tired of holding my legs in the air he suggested that we switch to me on all 4's and he'd fuck me doggy style. He got behind me and slipped his cock back in so easily. At first I thought I felt a slight burn as he penetrated me for the second time of the night, but quickly resumed his assault on my hole, making me feel so good that I quick;y forgot about the burn I felt. As Seth fucked me in this new position I heard a key being placed into the door of the room. I was surprised to see the cut guy from the main counter walk in naked closing the door behind him. Seth told me that he was Randy and that they were roommates. Randy always joins him after his shift so that they can chill in the room and fuck. Randy walked right over to the bed and got on his knees in front of wagging his soft cock. I needed to direction as I took it into my mouth and began to give him the best blow job I could. Seth's assault on my hole was reaching a climatic spot as I began to feel Randy's cock grow in my mouth and took him (with expertise I learned with 'friends' at school I had the occasion to suck off) down my throat. Randy was shocked I was able to get him into my throat without gagging as he commented to Seth that I was one hell of a cock sucker. Seth let Randy know that he he liked my throat he was going to love my ass. I could feel Seth's cock begin to grow inside me as his pace quickened and his breathing became ragged. I knew he was about to cum inside me. God only knows how much cum he already deposited inside my formerly virgin ass. As Seth was reaching his eminent orgasm I was getting Randy nice and hard. I figured he'd fuck me next. The question in my mind was do I let him bareback me as Seth already has.

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Education: 01 - A Long Introduction Part 1 He had been chatting with Mitch off and on for months through the apps and hook-up sites, but nothing had ever come of it. Andrew had shot his load to many of their conversations. He fantasized about grinding down against Mitch's hairy body and taking his raw cock. It seemed like Mitch wanted to meet. Their schedules just never allowed for it. Andrew was 24, 10 years younger than Mitch's profile said he was. Both were white with dark hair and eyes. While Andrew kept his pits furry and trimmed the hair around his cock, he was mostly smooth otherwise. Mitch on the other hand had thick full pits and a nice bush as well as a solid but not overwhelming blanket of hair across his chest, belly, and legs. And while Mitch also had an average length cock of about 6.5 to 7 inches, it looked thick and firm enough to make Andrew's hole twitch any time they talked. Andrew was also a slimmer guy – toned, not too skinny but not a jock by any means. He was sure a man like Mitch would make him feel great. Andrew had loved taking bareback since an older buddy of his in college insisted on fucking him raw when he was a freshman. He had always been the typical misguided suburban boy though, cautious about trying to only take dick from HIV neg guys. Mitch's positive status was one of the only things holding him back. He had not shared that hesitation though. Late one night, things changed. They chatted on Scruff about all of the things Andrew dreamed about: kissing a hot scruffy man, taking his big bro or dad's cock into his mouth and licking the shaft and head until he got to swallow a thick load of cum, burying his face into a sexy man's hairy chest, having his hole opened up by a wet tongue so that his top's rock hard cock can slide in. They had not talked about meeting up in a while, ever since Andrew clearly chickened out a month before. But the dirty talk grew heavier and heavier, more pictures were exchanged, and suddenly, to Andrew's surprise, Mitch sent him a short video. The video showed him blowing smoke on his bottom's hole, eating him out, and then sliding in his cock for a few good hard thrusts. And then Mitch asked Andrew if he would come over to his hotel room downtown. Much to both of their surprise, Andrew said yes. The talk over the last hour had made him cockhungry, and the video of Mitch rawdogging a hot hole that looked like it could have been Andrew's own pushed him over the edge. It was time to meet face to face. It took a while for Andrew to get ready, but eventually he headed downtown to meet Mitch. His heart was pounding. Mitch said that he'd have all the supplies needed: lube if spit wasn't enough, some toys, a selection of porn, poppers and Maximum Impact, cockrings if Andrew wanted to try, other things that he might want to try as well. Andrew's heart pounded as he spied his scruffy raw top waiting for him outside the hotel. He looked maybe 6 years older than his profile had said, but that didn't matter. Andrew was in lust at first sight. "Hey, I'm Mitch," he said, tossing down his cigarette and extending his hand. "Damn you're cute." Andrew shook it, shyly introduced himself, and followed him past the welcome desk and into the elevator. Mitch made small talk, seeing that his young prey was nervous. They walked through an open air courtyard and down a hall to the right, entering a room near the corner of the building. The room was dark, and much to Andrew's surprise, two other men were inside. "H-hi, I'm Andrew," he said, looking from the lean, muscular guy on his left to the fully nude bearish man that was lying on the bed. "I hope you don't mind," Mitch said, touching Andrew's ass through his jeans. "They've been here for a while and wanted to meet you too once I showed them your pics." Andrew nodded and smiled, clenching his butt in his soon-to-be breeder's hand. Mitch growled in approval and moved his hand to his waistline and then down into the young man's jeans. "Fuck, kid," he said, running his middle finger down Andrew's crack. "He's got on a jock, guys. Wanna show them, boy?" He was nervous, having not been told that this would be a group affair, but he spun around to face Mitch. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and kicked his shoes off to the side as he lowered the top of his jeans below the blue and white striped waistband of his jock. "Sexy boy," said the naked hairy man on the bed. He looked to be in his mid-30s, about the same age as Mitch. He also had dark hair, but he had a shaved head and a more body hair than anyone else in the room. He also had two tattoos on his arm: a phrase in a foreign language and a tribal-looking figure. He was the biggest of them all in terms of mass, but he wasn't overweight. Just large and solid. A man. Andrew could feel himself get rock hard in his jock as he stared into Mitch's eyes and let his new bearded acquaintance look him over from behind. "Mind if I do this?" Before Andrew could ask what, the man dove face first into his ass. As his tongue hit Andrew's tight hole, Mitch said, "That's RJ. Feel good?" Andrew nodded once more as RJ came up for air. "Fuck dude. His hole tastes amazing. Why don't you and Tony give this kid a hit while I loosen him up a bit more?" The boy opened his mouth to ask Mitch what he was talking about, but Mitch put a finger on his lips and gave him a deep kiss. Their tongues caressed each other as RJ's tongue began to lap at his hole once more. It circled the pucker, tracing around it before darting in and out and up and down in long, forceful strokes. After a moment, Mitch broke from the kiss and crossed the room to the bathroom. Andrew could hear rustling from the other room, the sounds of Mitch digging through his bag. The athletic stud who had been watching from a chair in the corner stood up and took Mitch's place in front of the young man. "I'm Tony," he said with a smile. He was by far the most attractive in the room. Tall and thin like Andrew but more toned. He clearly went to the gym a few times a week, enough to keep in shape but not to bulk up. "My hat matches your jock, I see," he commented, rubbing the Nasty Pig logo above Andrew's trapped wood. His fingers moved down to trace the length of his cock, and he leaned in for a brief kiss. "God damn you've got a great hole, Andrew," RJ said. He rose up, kneeling on the edge of the bed behind Andrew. Andrew could feel RJ's hairy chest graze his back through his thin t-shirt. He groaned softly as RJ's index finger ran over his wet hole. "Yeah, boy, you like that? Think you'd like this in there later?" he asked as he tapped what felt like a meaty cock against Andrew's left cheek. "It will definitely like you." "Make sure you save some of that for me too," Tony said to RJ. Then he looked to Andrew. He had gorgeous blue eyes. Everyone else in the room had dark hair and dark eyes, which made Tony's icy blue ones pop out even more. "I'm usually more of a bottom, but...you never know." "Hey, get him comfortable! I'm almost ready," Mitch called from inside the bathroom. Tony reached down and took Andrew's jeans the rest of the way off, folding them and setting them against the wall with his shoes. He then lifted the boy's t-shirt over his head, smiling at what Andrew thought was his chest but what was really RJ lubing up his dick in the background. RJ set the bottle of iD on the bed next him after his 7.5 inch uncut cock was nice and slick and leaned back onto the pillows. "Let's get on the bed," Tony whispered in the new kid's ear, pushing him back slightly and forcing Andrew to move onto it. RJ assisted from behind, pulling the younger bottom up so that he was half sitting on the man's right thigh. "Hello again," RJ said, tweaking Andrew's nipple with his right hand and positioning the head of his cock at the boy's hole with his other. As a naked Mitch reentered the room with two objects in his hand, Tony stripped off his athletic shorts to reveal his hung chubbing cock, adorned with a heavy black rubber cockring. Tony slid up onto the bed, positioning himself on the other side of Andrew and spreading his legs a bit. Mitch joined them last, straddling the others' legs to sit in front of the group. "So when I say go, start sucking in slowly," he instructed Andrew. Mitch raised the first of the objects to Andrew's lips, and he saw a glass pipe with a long stem and a bulb at one end that was loaded with a melted white/clear substance. Mitch then raised a blue torch up and lit the end of the pipe. The substance melted, and white smoke swirled around in the bulb. "Ok, you can start," the boy's teacher said. Mitch slowly turned the pipe back and forth as Andrew inhaled. The young man only half knew what he was participating in, having read stories online and seen a handful of brief videos of this on a random gay porn tumblr page. His eyes darted from the smokey end and up to the man who he wanted so badly inside him. When he had taken as deep a breath he could, he raised his hand slightly, and Mitch pulled the pipe away. "Now exhale," he instructed. "No need to hold it in. Just breathe out slowly." And so Andrew did. "If you give me a kiss, you can have another." Finally he could be back in his originally intended top's arms! Not that he was complaining about the other two men taking care of him. Andrew leaned up toward Mitch, but Mitch stopped him from getting too close, taking his free hand and pinching the boy's nipple. His eyes moved downward to his hard dick, back up to the boy, and then back to his cock. "I meant kiss that." The younger man leaned forward on the bed and softly licked the head of Mitch's penis. He eagerly scooped up a pearl of precum that appeared on its tip and looked back up to his top. From behind, he could feel RJ's thumb work its way into his wet, hungry hole. "Mm, yeah, that's a hot warm hole. Nice and tight," RJ said with a smile. Tony licked his lips as he played with his own cock and hole, his eyes never leaving Andrew's ass. "I get in there first," Mitch said with a glance over to RJ and then to the large TV where Blue Bailey was getting fucked by a gang of men. "Of course," RJ agreed. "Just getting him ready." Having done what was requested of him, he sat back toward RJ again, which inadvertently forced RJ's finger deeper within him. Again, he wasn't complaining. He had never had the desire to party in the past, but now that his new friends were introducing him to it, he could understand the appeal. Even that first mediocre hit was having him crave cum. The pipe was raised to his lips once more and then again and again. After four increasingly large hits, Mitch took one for himself and then handed the pipe to Tony to use. Mitch leaned in closer to the hungry bottom and kissed him deeply. Andrew leaned back onto RJ, half sliding off the bearish man and on to the pillow between RJ and Tony as Tony lit up. RJ tweaked Andrew's nipples, causing him to moan through the kiss, and then he lowered his hand to Tony's waiting hole. "Fuck yes, let's get these bottom sluts twisted," RJ said to Mitch as he removed his finger so that Mitch could line his hefty cock up to Andrew's slick hole. He pressed the head of his cock against the boy's pucker and slowly pressed in. He could tell the kid was fucked up by the way his hole sucked at his cock. He continued in slowly, feeling each ring contract and release against his shaft, pulling him further and further along. "You like that? This okay?" he asked. "Yes sir," Andrew said, moving his hips downward in a sudden movement to take the rest in quickly. Once it was as far as he could take it in that thrust, he squeezed his hole on the cock inside him. "Oh god damn that feels good," Mitch groaned. He pulled out slowly and pushed in with more speed, going deeper this time than before. "You have an amazing hole. I bet you get told that all the time." "I have been before, yeah. Your cock feels great inside me too," Andrew half whispered and half moaned back. He bucked his hips, sliding up and down on Mitch's raw pole a few times before sliding off RJ, who had shifted to the boy's right a bit so that he could have fun with Tony. RJ took a hit of poppers and slid out from under Andrew entirely. He positioned himself between Tony's legs so that Tony and Andrew were side-by-side on their backs, and he plunged into Tony's eager hole. Once his cock was balls deep, RJ leaned over and fed poppers to Tony and Andrew as well. All four men were flying. The two tops worked in and out of their bottoms, picking up speed and slowing down as they felt themselves getting closer and closer to cumming. Andrew propped himself up on a pillow as Mitch worked in and out of his hole so that he could see the cock penetrating him. His angle wasn't the best, but he could see the root and bush grinding into his legs. "I have to go out to take care of some things quickly," Mitch said, leaning in to Andrew, "but I'll be back shortly." He started to pull out, but Andrew wrapped his legs around his to keep him inside. "Will you breed me first, sir?" he asked. "I'll keep it in me until you get back so that you can add some more." "Woof," Tony growled. "He's a cumpig too." "Oh, I knew that," Mitch said slyly, picking up his pace again. "I'll breed you, boy. I'll fill your hole nice and good. And then I'll fill you up with an even bigger one when I get back." "Fuck yes, sir," Andrew said. The thick veiny rawdick in his hole felt so amazing. He swayed his hips side to side, working his hole up even wider as Mitch's meat thrust in and out. "I want your cum deep inside me. Please, sir." "Mm, always hot watching a daddy fuck his boy," RJ said, bottoming out in Tony's hole again. Both of their eyes were on the fresh meat that was about to take their friend's load. "Hotter still when his bro and uncle get to watch." "Hot!" Andrew moaned at the roleplay talk. "You like that, eh? Take your dad's big raw cock, you bareback pig," RJ continued. "Oh god, here it–" Before Mitch could finish the sentence, Andrew pulled him in as deep as he could and clenched down on the dick inside him. He milked it with his open hole, feeling it pulse within him each time he tightened and held onto it. "Fuck," the spent top moaned. "That felt so fucking good, boy. You like dirty talk like that?" Andrew nodded. "You like taking your daddy's seed?" "Yes sir," his boy said. "Good pig," Mitch replied. He leaned over to the nightstand on the side of the bed and lifted a small bag up. "God damn, I'm still cumming. I didn't think I would that much, not yet." "He'd already put one inside me shortly before you got here," Tony explained, leaning over to give Andrew a kiss. RJ once more started to move in and out of his muscular bottom, this time going faster and faster until gangbang porn playing on the screen opposite of the bed was drowned out by his moaning and the slapping sounds of his body against Tony's. Mitch slowly slid out of Andrew's cum-filled hole, replacing his cock with a short but fat butt plug. "That's to keep my cum in, but you can take it out if you need to. Or if one of them wants inside you." "You felt so good," Andrew said softly as he shut his eyes, squeezing his hole and making it suck on the plug. "There's much more where that came from when I get back." Mitch quickly hopped off the bed, picked up a towel that was in a heap on the ground next to them, and wiped the sweat from his body. "RJ, I'll be back soon. I've got to go two places nearby," he told his friends. "Take care of him." His buds nodded as he rushed to get dressed, pick up a backpack, and head to the door. "Feeling good?" Mitch asked. "Mm, yes sir," the cumpig bottom boy responded. "I just want more." "Well, you heard him, guys," he said to RJ and Tony. "Looks like nephew wants uncle and his big bro in him too."

It's been a while since I was in that situation but at that occasion I was getting fucked and three guys were watching, stroking their meat. I wanted one of them in particular to be next. Attractive with a big dick. So I kept looking at him, his dick, his face, locked eyes and kept staring while I was getting fucked (and moaning like a bitch...). And sure enough, as soon as the guy fucking me shot his load and started pulling out the guy lined up to be next. Didn't always work. Had a similar situation where the guy I wanted to be next stepped up, shoved his dick in my mouth and unloaded down my throat within seconds. Wasn't what I had in mind but was hot anyway ;-)

This weekend I was at my cabin in the North GA mountains, and put Grindr to good use. Late Friday night I found one of the best cocksuckers I've ever met, and I know he'll be a regular, But that's not the last load story here. It's pretty slim pickings in the mountains, so a few years ago, I first got on Grindr and my choices were either twinks that hadn't moved to the big city yet, or married, closeted, out of shape guys with blank profiles on the DL. So guess which ones I went for - eager twinks lol I let this 18yo kid suck my cock, but he was seriously new to it, didn't swallow, and I really only got off on it due to the huge age difference, his cute face on my cock and how eager he was. I got off grindr for about 2.5 years, but recently got back on. So the same kid hits me up again, 3 years later, now he's 21 and at the local college 9 miles away. I figured 3 more years of experience could be interesting He didn't have a lot of time Sat afternoon before he had to go to work, but he wanted to suck my cock again. He asked if I'm "clean" via text, and I said "yes, all good 9/27". He said "cool". So of course I'm thinking he'll swallow, or maybe I get a chance at his bare 21 yo ass. I was already naked and hard watching bareback daddy/boy porn when he got there. He came in, was feeling me up, and eyes on the porn. Commented that the porn was hot. I sucked his cock some so he could watch the porn a little more, then got up to let him blow me. Then sat down with him between my knees drooling all over my cock, very sexy face. I sucked his cock again and told him I wanted to eat his ass. He said he wasn't clean and not a good idea - damn! About 10 seconds of silence while we stroke each other, and he asked if I wanted him to fuck me I told him I honestly wasn't "prepared" for that, but he could do it if he still wants to. He said yes. So I leaned over the back of the couch and pushed my ass up and back. He used some lube off the coffee table on his cock, but didn't worry about my hole. No mention of condoms, just went balls deep, first thrust with his fat STIFF cock. Knew it was gonna be a quickie, and was totally getting off how he had progressed over the past 3 years. I was so hot and turned on I had to NOT touch my cock after a couple mins. I could tell he was getting close and he asked me something I honestly couldn't make out, so I just said "Yes, give it to me". I guess that answered whatever question he asked me since he bred me balls deep about 15 seconds later, and I unloaded on the couch at the exact same time. We made some small talk while he cleaned his cock in the sink, then he put his pants on (never took his shirt off) and bolted pretty fast. He'll be back - pretty soon I'm guessing. Grindr has been paying off to the point I may not need bbrt anymore. I'm getting more raw hookups from Grindr these days and not even going on bbrt. Pic of what I was offering up attached below. Hopefully next time I'll have a pic of his cock fucking me. This pic was just before another fuck about 10 days ago. Ultimately want to flip fuck with this kid. Hope he comes over prepared next time, and I will be too!!

Darren is becoming a real cum slut ,just what I like .Very erotic writing ,keeping me hard Oink!!!

I am very submissive and very interested in training and conditioning and being ued sexually. I would like to find someone to chat with, or email back and forth with, basically someone to corrupt my mind, put nasty kinky thoughts and ideas in my head. someone to make me admit i like those things.

Oh man Otter, so damn hot. PLEASE don't leave us hanging! Give us more

I'm always down for multiple tops using my holes! back and forth, at the same time, switching ends, punding hard as they can or taking their time - it's all good as long as that cum goes in me!

Fuck that is hot. Good dirty pig sex can't be beat -especially when there are POZ loads involved

Hot story! I had similar in college, a few years back... My roomate was str8, I was gay (he found out 2 years into our friendship, that's another story). I used to get his used come 2-ways..first was from used condoms, just like you do...and I also swallowed it, or used as lube on my dildo! He also used to JO into a sock, on a daily basis, and I would sneak into his room when he left, eat the cum out of his sock, and replace with my load. This went on for several years, until he found out, then he would just give it to me straight from the source...no oral sex But when he was going to cum, he would cum into my room and shoot into my hand, or call me into his room and let me scoop it up from his stomach. I think he secretly got off knowing his cum wasnt getting wasted and that I loved swallowing it!

Hey Randy, to do all what you are already doing needs balls. To expose your mouth and your butthole in every XXX place, to suck and get fucked and filled accepting every risk, getting often STDs. To do this needs balls, and you are doing that so good Randy, because you have a big balls. My opinion is that every one can express himself in the way most suited to him, and you Randy are doing that very well and with balls. It is like for music or painting or whatever. Everyone expresses himself with balls. Maybe someone will like that or some other will not like it. But doesn't means that who is doing that have no balls. Why someone who is enjoying totally his sexuality, showing how much good is to do what is doing must ruin his life? Stu have balls to suck cocks and exposing himself, and you have balls to expose yourself in every XXX. Both are two different ways to show your art. Randy, if you are enjoying what you are doing, no one can say you have no balls. Can maybe say I like or not, I'm agree or not, but nothing more. You are living two parallel lives, but both belong to you, if you are happy in this way, why you should let them meet? Who have no balls are people who can't accept their sexualy or whatelse and still living just a repressed live, losing all what can instead give them pleasure. Randy, forgive my English, I know is not perfect, I just lernt it on internet, but I hope you and who is reading can understand what I mean. Randy, still stay what you are, because you do not need to prove anything to anyone. You are already GREAT RANDY! Your Italian BIG fan Manuel

Park in Sacramento (still here as I write this). Silver haired guy, kinda cute. Sucked him briefly, pulled my sweats down to gauge interest, he began playing with it. Couple minutes, I threw gauntlet down, turned around and bent over. No no questions about status or condoms, just 2 pigs needing to rut. He slow ducked me to open me up, then got a little more rough, pulling all out and slamming back in balls deep. after couple minutes of this, comes the magic words, "I'm getting close." I said "shoot in me." He asked, "really?" My response was "seed my hole." Couple more thrusts and I get a nice creamy load dumped in me. hope I get another load or two. Maybe one of the guys in a tent need some release?

Thursday daytime My cock sprang to life and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the balls and started pushing them one at a time back in my ass, after taking off my wedding ring of course. Each ball slipped in, a little resistance at first at the pop in slipped in slamming into my prostate. Watching myself in the mirror , moans and gasp escaping from me I watched myself in the mirror as sweat broke out . Once all the balls were back in place I grabbed my poppers and took 3 hits and started jacking my cock. Squeezing my ass muscles I felt the balls shift in my hole rubbing my prostate and sending the best feeling shoot through my body. 3 more hits and I was getting close, 4 hits and I knew what I was ready to do. So close and about to shoot my hand grabbed the looped rope and yanked hard, wrenching the balls from my ass just as my orgasm crested spraying he mirror and counter, my knees gave out and I fell to the ground shuddering and sweating. Waves of pleasure making my body quiver. In a haze I looked up and saw my glassy eyes in the mirror as I pulled myself up and began licking my cum from the counter, looking myself in the eyes as my tongue made wide swipes across the glass, some of the cum dripped onto my chin, my breath fogging the glass. Panting I made my way to the shower to get cleaned up and dressed for work. I grabbed another bottle of the energy water to drink on the way to work and headed in, every time I thought back to this morning my cock grew hard and leaked precum. I was glad I had on a jock strap and wore dark pants otherwise I knew there would be a noticeable spot. Once I got to work it was much better, I was so distracted and horny all day long that my mind kept drifting and my cock stayed hard. Due to this it took me forever to get my usual workload done and before I knew it the clock said 8 pm. Fuck well no working out for me tonight. Leaning back in my chair I heard the door open and glance up. The night cleaning crew must be here, I knew the guy that cleaned my office decently well as this was not my first time staying late, though it was the first time because I was horny. Looking at him made my cock twitch. He nodded hello and in his Slavic accent asked if it was ok for him to clean my office. Nodding I said yes as I was just going to pack up and head out. Reaching into my bag I grabbed the second bottle of water that day and downed it. My heart racing and cock throbbing. I heard a cellphone go off and looked at the cleaning guy as he answered it. He nodded twice and then walked over to me, my mind became fuzzy as he put the phone to my ear and I heard the no familiar voice and its litany. Nodding my head I mumbled a thank you. Standing up I moved around my desk and began stripping off my clothes while the cleaner watch. Once I was down to my black jockstrap I kneeled and looked up. The cleaner reached into the pocket of his work pants and pulled out a small brown bottle. Steeping close to me he pressed it to my right nostril holding my left closed. I inhaled deeply. He repeated on the left side, again inhaling deeply. Right.Left.Right. Left. My head was spinning as he looked down at me. Drool came out of my mouth and dripped down my smooth chest. The cleaner reached up and unzipped his cleaner crew suit, reveling a white jock strap and a 8 inch uncut cock, precum beading at the tip and getting ready to drip. He point to the floor and I knew to lay down and open my mouth. He slowly milked his cock while standing above me. Dripping precum into my mouth. A steady leaking stream that tasted sweet and made me want more. He slowly began to jack his cock harder, his breathing quickened, he aimed his cock to my chest and I felt the cum hit me, 8 strong blasts coated my chest and abs. The cleaner walked around and bent down, swiping his hand through the mess on me and gathering the cum up. He presented his hand and I dutifully lifted my head and lapped up all he had to offer, sucking the cum from his finger and palm. My own cock was straining against the jock strap and I desperately wanted release. And just like that he zipped up and walked away, leaving me a heaving mess on the floor of my office.

October year to date results-- well men, things finally began to pick back up- slow but an improvement- in October I can count 10 loads delivered up my ass, 2 down my throat, and 4 fists taken. Not really what I had hoped for- but for reasons I cannot explain, the sex energy has chilled in this town ( Ft Lauderdale)- at least for me. And yeah, there was a week of sinus crap that knocked me right off my play- that pseudo ephedrine head makes sucking and fucking a lot less of an appeal. So, at the end of 10 months, I now have recorded 74 loads in my ass, 41 feedings of pure protein, 52 fistings ( tho really I think any session over an hour ought to get 2x points- 3x if it is more than 4 hrs LOL) and 5 piss play events. For those of you who have the energy, time, and availability to get into the bookstore or truck stop or stage door every day- I am so envious. And for those who are looking at any of these counts and wishing for just a few a year for yourself-- I wish you all the luck and good fortune in getting them. About time to find a fire department selling month by month calendars for 2017, so I can get it in and ready for Jan 1 and the new load tally for 2017. C'mon Roughfuckboi- get out to the office supply store and get yourself a 2017 calendar too- really easy to track- I use a basic system of A for anal loads taken,O for oral, F for fist and P for piss in each days box for the month- each night b4 taking my meds and heading to bed, I mark down the loads taken for the day based on the 4 categories-- if you have another fetish to track- track it too! Hope a lot more of you men will begin tracking in 2017 and posting your successes monthly

I make eye contact and say you're next , really put on the moan and groan and buck and clench so the top enjoys the ride and lets everyone know

I like to take care of as many men, and as many cocks as possible. If i'm getting fucked and there's a guy or a group of guys watching and obviously waiting for a turn on my hole, I'll be sure to suck them or stroke their cocks with my hands, keeping them hard, horny and eager for my hole.

Yes

I woke up several hours later with a severely dry mouth. I chugged an entire bottle of Gatorade, and laid back until Pup woke up. It was now mid-day going on evening, and I had originally scheduled my flight home for the next day, but I wanted to keep playing. I called and rescheduled my flight for two days out. We setup for another play session and he had me get in the sling. “What do you want now boy?”, Pup asked. I pondered for a second, “I want another slam.” “Yeah? What else do you want boy?”, he questioned. “I’ve never been gangbanged before, I want to be fucked by as many guys as possible.” “You’ll take any load from any guy I get for you?” I didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes sir”. “And you’re not going to run to your bottle of PrEP once it’s over?” “You can take my PrEP bottle away from me if you want.” “You’re sure boy? You know I’ve already given you a toxic slam and a couple toxic loads. Without PrEP you’re going to be poz.” “I know, sir. I want your DNA inside of me.” “Good boy. Where is your PrEP bottle?” “It’s in my toiletry bag, in my suitcase.” Pup dug around until he found the bottle, held it up and said “Say Goodbye” as he left the room with it. He came back a few minutes later. To this day I have no idea what he did with it, and I don’t care. “You’re a poz meth whore now, how does it feel?” “It’s what I’ve wanted for years. It feels right.” “Fucking slut. I’m going to get you some cum. But first, I’m going to slam you. How much do you want?” “Give me a .25 again.” As much as I wanted to try a bigger slam I was afraid of how much I’d like it, and I knew once I went bigger I’d never go down again. Pup prepared a couple syringes with Trimix, he administered mine and showed me how to administer his. Once we were both hard he tied off my arm and administered my slam, then did his own. He started texting his friends and going on Grindr, Craigslist, and every other app you can think of inviting guys over to try out my hole. Within 30 minutes we had a good sized crowd. The crowd was mostly tops with one other bottom that got fucked when guys weren’t fucking me. I didn’t ask anyone’s status, but assumed most of the guys were positive since we were all barebacking. However, there was a top named Zach that made it a point to announce “By the way, I’m poz” right before he loaded my hole. My dick got even harder, and I knew for sure I’d found my calling as a poz cumdump. I got loaded by all of the tops, some a couple times, until my hole was loose and full of cum. As the sun came up on another day I climbed out of the sling and said my goodbyes as the party wound down. I was still wide awake so Pup and I played some on our own before we crashed for a few hours. After our nap pup had me setup his laptop and webcam pointed at the sling, and told me we were going to put on a show for one of his friends, we’ll call him Wolfie. I had an immediate crush on him even though he was on webcam, he’s a very hot otter in his early 30’s, with one of the best devilish grins I’ve ever seen. Pup got in the sling, administered his own slam, and then had me fist him while Wolfie watched. In the meantime Wolfie slammed himself and played with his own hole while we watched. It was so hot watching his transformation on camera from a mild mannered guy into a slammed up pig, I’ll never forget it. Once Pup was satisfied he told me to get in the sling, and I had no idea what was coming. First he produced some ankle restraints. “You’re going to experience something that I have yet to experience”, he told me as he started locking my ankles into place. “I’m going to force slam you, and you don’t have a choice.” With that, he put a blindfold on me and I was completely at his mercy. I heard locks being fastened to the ankle restraints and he grabbed my wrists and did the same. I was excited and way more nervous than I’d been all weekend, my entire body was electrified and he hadn’t slammed me yet. Pup ran the needle over my skin without injecting me, waves of electricity emanated through my body from where it touched me. After playing with me for a bit, and as Wolfie watched from afar, Pup tied off my arm. “Get ready to fly”, Pup said as he administered my fourth and final slam of the weekend. I had no control over how big it was, and I loved giving up control to him. The electric feeling in my body was immediately replaced with the pure pleasure released by the slam. Earlier in the weekend I had told Pup about Kyle, and told him I wanted him to make a video to send to him as I knew he read stories like this on Breeding Zone, but I was living it. As I was still blissed out Pup pulled out his phone and started recording. “What’s your name?” I had to think to answer, but finally managed, “Lee”. “And what’s your ex-boyfriends name?” “Kyle” “What did I just do to you?” “Slammed me with meth.”, I laughed, realizing it would be almost unbelievable to Kyle when he saw this. Pup turned the phone on himself and said, “I’m corrupting your ex-boyfriend Kyle. Enjoy.” “Fuck me”, I begged. Pup put the phone down and fucked me hard while Wolfie watched and I thought about what Kyle would think when he saw the video. Pup dumped his load in me, and tried to fist me but my hole was too sore from all the play it got over the weekend. After we signed off with Wolfie, Pup ordered me to shower, and as I went into the bathroom I looked myself in the mirror, and saw what I can only describe as my evil twin. With my pupils dilated and flying high I was no longer the nice guy that everyone’s parents loved. The guy that made guys wait several dates before he’d sleep with them. Meth had unlocked a sex crazed side of me that I never knew could exist, and I was loving every minute of it. After my shower Pup could tell I was coming down and that I was exhausted from our weekend of play. He had me take several vitamins to replenish my body, and gave me something to sleep again. Then he cuddled me while I fell asleep, and I crashed knowing that I was forever changed by this weekend. I flew home and took a few days off of work to recover. Pup had a cold when I visited, and I went home with it. While I was still getting over the cold my lymph nodes throughout my body swelled up like I’ve never experienced before. I texted Pup to tell him what was happening, and he texted back “Got you!”, which just confirmed what I thought… I was seroconverting. In the few months after Easter I’ve avoided T & G, but I have been fucked and/or fisted at least once a week since. Sex, even sober, is way better now that I’m not stressing about status, and I’ve given up the pretense of being a “good guy”. At this point I want to find a partner that would willingly whore me out to his friends, or lock me in a sling at a bathhouse. I never could have admitted that to myself before. And this upcoming weekend, yet another long weekend for America’s July 4, I’m returning to visit Pup. Playing with him again will give a whole new meaning to “Independence Day”.

I love the cheating aspect of this story. Just think about the stranger's poz load infecting the other boyfriend, too, without him having a clue!

By this point Pup had already administered his own slam. I stared into his dilated pupils in disbelief. How could he possibly have known? I’d never told anyone, ever. “I asked you a question, boy.” “Umm, I… Yes Pup.” “Good boy. You’re going to be my cum dump for the weekend. This is what you really wanted all along, isn’t it boy?” “Yes Pup.” “No questions about status?” “Just one Pup. You’re not really undetectable, are you?” “Fuck no, boy. I’m toxic. I’ve been off of my meds for months. I dumped my toxic cum in you last night, and I’m about to do it again.” “God yes, Pup.” “Good boy. This is going to be a weekend of firsts for you. You’re about to take my fist, I promised that you that. But I have other plans for you this weekend. You should just assume anyone that fucks you this weekend is poz. Get in the sling, boy.” I climbed into the sling and he started fucking me before dumping his load in my hole. Noticing my dick had gone soft after the slam he pulled out a couple other syringes. He then explained, “This is Trimix boy, it will help counteract the meth and help you stay hard.” And with that he swabbed my dick with an alcohol pad and injected it quickly. “Keep rubbing the alcohol pad on it”, he ordered. He then administered Trimix to his own dick, which sprang to life immediately even though he’d just cum. It took a couple minutes but finally my dick was hard again. Once he saw this he took out his K-Lube mixture and started working it into my hole, and in no time his hand popped into my hole. I was in ecstasy as he worked his cum deeper into my hole, but he had other plans that didn’t include fisting. He slowly withdrew his fist from my hole and explained. “You’re nothing but a dirty cum dump chem whore now. But I have a few more things to introduce you to.” He handed me a bottle of juice and ordered me to take a mouthful of it and hold it in my mouth, then he had me tip my head back as he added another liquid to it. “Swallow it, fast”, he ordered. I swallowed the now bitter tasting juice in one gulp. “That’s G boy, we’re going to add some swirl to your slam.” He had me lay back in the sling as he invited one of his friends over to try out his new fuck toy. Little did I know they’d already coordinated this before my slam, he was just waiting until I was more agreeable. His friend arrived and Pup offered him my ass. For the next several hours the three of us fucked, sucked and jerked each other off until it was night. Hours had passed that seemed like minutes. By now it was early Saturday morning, and his friend needed to leave. We said our goodbyes and once he was gone Pup asked me how I felt. “I feel amazing Pup. I can’t believe I’m still wide awake.” “You want another slam, boy? I have something else for you to try.” “Hell yes Pup” He flashed me a devilish grin and he had me help him gather the supplies to prepare two more slams and two more trimix shots. I told him I wanted to try a bit more this time, so he prepared a .25 for me, and a .5 for himself. He decided to administer the Trimix first this time. Once this was done he put the tourniquet on my arm to administer my slam, but held back. “Do you want a bloodslam, boy?” My mind was racing. I had come down enough from my first slam that I was fully aware of what was happening, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be like this man. He’d made it his mission to corrupt me, and I was loving every minute of it. “Fuck Yes Pup.” “You understand this will almost certainly infect you?” “I know, Pup.” “I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re going to have my poz blood running through your veins. Just so you know, I’m O-, so you won’t have a bad reaction to it.” And with that my needle made a detour to his arm, and I watched the syringe fill with his blood. He pulled the needle out of his arm and licked away the blood that escaped from the injection site. This was hotter than anything I’d ever read about on BZ, and I was living it. He swabbed my arm with alcohol, then inserted it into my vein. “This is it boy, your life is about to change.” And with that he emptied the syringe into my arm. Just like last time I felt the cold rush through my body and I felt amazing. “Lay back boy, just enjoy the feeling”, he ordered as he administered his own slam. We laid around just enjoying each other’s bodies for a while, but then he ordered me to open my mouth. He dropped a small square into my mouth and told me to hold it under my tongue. “What is this?”, I asked. Before this weekend the strongest thing I’d ever done was marijuana, all of this was new to me. “It’s Acid, boy. Just lay back and enjoy the ride.” Pup began playing video games, randomly asking me if I was seeing anything strange. For a long time I didn’t feel anything, but Pup blindfolded me and told me to just lay back and relax. Suddenly it hit me and I felt like I was going to get sick. Pup rushed me to the bathroom, and sat me on the toilet, still blindfolded. When he pulled off the blindfold he was standing in front of me in his pup mask and pup gear. In that moment flying high on Meth and Acid I was convinced he’d transformed into an actual pup, but I was happy to see him. “Are you going to get sick, boy?” “I don’t think so, Pup.” “Then come back into my room” I laid on his bed while he continued to play video games. In that moment I was connected to everyone and everything, and I felt like we’d been transported into the video game. It was a good trip, and I was happy. As the sun came up he turned his game off. “Do you need to sleep, boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry, I mean Yes Pup.” “You can call me Sir now. Do you know what earned you the right to call me Sir?” “The bloodslam?” “You’re damn right boy, you belong to me now.” And with that he retrieved some sleeping pills and gave them to me to take along with some Gatorade, which I swallowed down quickly. “Get some sleep boy, I’m not done with you yet.” To be continued (Probably next week, I'll be at IML this weekend)...

Chapter 4. I had run all the way to the hotel from the sauna. Even though I had spent time showering, I wasn’t exactly feeling fresh, and I knew I was still leaking seed from my freshly-bred hole. I couldn’t remembered the last time I had cum so much, or taken so much cum, in one afternoon. Seeing my two closest coworkers chumming with the burly top made my cock stir. He nodded at me and openly groped his crotch. His tight slacks couldn’t hide his juicy uncut cock snaking down his left thigh. He kept brushing his hand across his cock while staring at me. My boss, Sam noticed and cleared his throat, then introduced me, joking, ‘It seems like you two may have already met…’ My jaw dropped, embarrassed at what he was implying, and knowing he was right. My cock sprung fully back to life, straining against my trousers. My other colleague, Bryan, realized that there was tension in the air and suggested we head to dinner. I asked if they minded waiting a few more minutes for me to change and freshen up. I wanted to rinse off, and to call my boyfriend to tell him how my time at the sauna had gone. The burly top nodded his assent and then followed me to the elevator. He looked over his shoulder at Bryan and Sam and said we would be right back. My coworkers seemed shocked, as if they knew he was going to follow me upstairs and breed me, again. As soon as the elevator doors closed, his paws were down the back of my pants fingering my dripping hole. He had a wet spot of precum on his trouser leg by the time we were close to my room. I fumbled with the keycard and opened the door. He stood there with his hands on his hips smiling at me. I shucked off my clothes and was half-mortified, half-thrilled to realize there was a giant wet crack in my pants. Sam and Bryan must have noticed as I walked away from them. They must have known I spent the afternoon taking loads… The burly top, whose name I still didn’t know, bent me over the bed and ate out my sloppy hole. His bristly blond mustache felt so good on my used puffy ass. I reached for my phone with one hand and video-called my boyfriend. In the screen, I could see my boy on his chest, with a blurry torso moving back and forth. He was taking cock, almost certainly raw, while I was leaking fresh seed into this hunk’s mouth. He grunted and smiled, ‘I see you’re having a good time. You taking loads?’ I nodded. The hunk laid on top of me as he fished out his hefty uncut cock from the fly of his pants, and slid it effortlessly into me. I moaned and nodded an affirmative. The hunk took the phone from me, leaving it on, and put it on the bedside table. In a thick continental accent, he growled, ‘It’s dangerous to fuck raw. You might catch something…’ My boy sounded delighted as whoever was fucking him started cursing in Spanish. I knew what ‘cholo’ and ‘puta’ meant… My hunk fired off his second load into me and pulled off. He signaled to the bathroom for me to shower and then started making smallt alk with my boyfriend as he took that dick. I rinsed off as quickly as I could and tried to force out as much of his toxic cum as possible. I realized that I still had on my yellow bracelet, and decided to leave it on. I hurriedly got dressed and saw the hunk sitting on my bed looking at my phone. ‘I watched your boyfriend get bred… He’s taking a new cock now, probably toxic… Nice that you both take loads…’ He grinned at me as I finished getting dressed. We got back to the lobby together and I saw Sam and Bryan chatting at the dimly-lit lobby bar. I saw Sam gently stroking Bryan’s hand, like they were flirting. I realized that the only thing that made me even notice the discreet gesture was that Sam was wearing a yellow bracelet that matched mine. The blond hunk saw it too and chuckled. ‘Your office must be full of sluts,’ he whispered. Silently, he walked up behind Sam and aligned his crotch against Sam’s ass. Sam melted into him and Bryan winked at me. I knew it was going to be an interesting night… To be continued…

3. The new Owner lead me into his house and straight down to a basement, the place was lit by fluorescent lighting and what looked like a hospital bed. He pulled me towards it and I got more nervous and sweat broke out. “Don’t worry Boy I really am a Doctor, actually from now on I will be your primary care. I take care of all of us in our little circle. So now need to worry about your health care. I just need to give you a check up and make sure you are prepped right. Now stand over on the tiled part under the shower” I stood in one of those shower areas like they have at the gym turned around. He pushed a dolly cart in and on it was a boar bristle brush, straight razor and shaving soap. “First thing your Daddy asked me to do was make you look more like a good boy and get rid of that hair. For now it will be temporary but he may want to do a laser treatment but for now hold real still for me.” For the next hour he meticulously shaved my entire body from the neck down with that razor. My cock remained hard and leaked the entire time as I felt the razor scraping across my skin. I had never had the urge to shave my body. But in truth I couldn’t wait until he had finished so I could see what I looked like. “Now I won’t be doing your hair but when you get to the Barber he might want to change it a bit” With that he ran warm water and had me stand under the spray. The water tingled across my skin. Somehow I felt even more naked, just looking down I looked at my cock so proud and standing erect and looking huge. I ran my hands over my body and loved the feel. Next he lead me basic to center and started coating my skin with a thick cream. “This should burn off any stray hairs, now don’t move and don’t make a noise” A burning sensation spread across me and it felt like I had been sitting too close to a fire. My skin felt tight and a whimper came out of my mouth, still for some reason my cock was hard and leaking. After 20 minutes he put me back under the water and rinsed me off. I was then lead to a table in the center and the Doc strapped in in and put my feet in stirrups. My ass had never been so exposed before. My head went back and I could see myself in a mirror in the ceiling. Staring back was someone totally different. No hair anywhere, precum pooling in my belly button and my legs spread and locked wide. “So I am going to take some blood and run some tests later to make sure you are in good health so we can get your meds worked out late. Then we are going to work on the ass of yours. Need to stretch it a bit and make you a good boy power bottom.” The next 15 minutes was me getting usual doc visit, blood was taken temp and all that. It felt weird that he was so clinical and yet I knew he had just fucked me less than 2 hours ago. Finally he wrapped up and reach over and took this metal buttplug (hey I know I’m new to being a fuck toy but I know what a butt plug is). This one was different and had wires coming off of it. He lubed my ass and quickly popped it in my ass, surprisingly with no pain. He then played with a boy and I felt my ass clench down and a wave of pain mixed with pleasure shot through my cock. A gasp escaped my lips. “Just a little stimulation while I go change and take care of some things. Back in about an hour” A whimper escaped my lips as the waves became more intense and less predictable. Sweat started to break out and my breathing became heavy as I watch Doc walk away and up the stairs. My cock bobbed with each jolt and fresh precum leaked out not so much that it was dripping off to either side. I was amazed at how fast things had changed, from engaged to whimpering in a strangers house getting shocks in my ass and shaved. My mind began to whirl as the time passed and I had no idea what was going on.

Nothing hotter than falling asleep w a huge load(s) blocked by a massive cock in your cunt then woken up by him slowly pumping another in.

I hooked up with a guy a few months back who had insisted when we were chatting online that it had to be safe. He had a big enough cock, about 9" & slightly thicker than average, so I didn't complain. We wasted little time on niceties when I got there, he had me drop to my knees in the hallway and start sucking his already hard cock. Within a minute he was ripping the wrapper off a condom, pulled my head off and walked into the living room telling me to bend over the couch. He yanked my pants down and shoved his cock right up me. Now, I had prelubed after cleaning out, so this wasn't as difficult or painful as you might think, but when he got to my inner ring, he just kept pushing, telling me to "relax and take it". With a lot of focus and some careful movement, I managed to line him up right and finally one of his thrusts went right thru, popping like a jar opening, but it was just nicely tight. He started saying "yeah, that's it" over and over. He kept up a steady rhythm for a good 10 minutes and my hole accommodated him snugly. Then he gripped me hard and shouted "fuck yeah here it comes" and shot off while still thrusting hard. The usual couple of bumps and grinds to finish off followed, then he slid out and sat down beside me on the couch. "You gonna clean this up or what?" he asked, and I immediately knelt down to find a slimy, cum-covered cock with the remains of a shredded condom crammed like a rubber ring around the base. "When did that happen?" I asked, slightly surprised. "When your ass couldn't take my cock, it snapped. It was your fault. Now you're full of my cum, slut. Suck it." And he chuckled like some Bond villain. Needless to say, I obliged with the cleaning. Had another two fucks afterwards. No more mention of condoms.