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just one of those nights where i want to get twisted and used. feel my body submit as my boy hole is torn open and filled with poz dna. god id love to have my first poz load rn

Last weekend I woke up craving loads in my ass so I posted an ad on Craigslist calling for anonymous loads at the local park in the baseball dugout. A bunch of guys responded, each saying he would breed my hole. I arrived at the dugout and set up at the end of it...ass up, hole lubed and ready to take some loads in my cunt. The first guy flashed a bright flashlight. I thought it was the police. Scared as I was, I just arched my ass up even higher and lowered my head hoping it was just a horny guy looking to drop a load. Thank god I was right. He walked up and fingered my ass while he was jerking to get hard. I bit my lip once he entered me and began pounding. The smacking noises we made as he pounded me made me cum. He dropped his load in my ass and then immediately took off. The next guy I believed to be homeless. He smelled of alcohol and piss. I could hear him set down a bottle of alcohol on the concrete bench. He was mumbling and he was nervous...constantly getting up to look around and make sure nobody was coming. He started by gently rubbing my balls and then fingering my ass. After awhile he pushed his huge cock inside my hole and steadied himself over me while pushing down on my back. Once he was set he began to ram my hole furiously like he was angry. He continued to mumble angrily with each thrust which made me bite my lip. His strokes slowed down but got deeper as he drained his nuts inside my ass. I thought he would get up and leave but he didn't, he stayed inside of me for what seemed like 10 minutes. I was worried as he was still mumbling but then I felt it. He began pissing inside of my hole. It was exhilarating. Feeling all that warmth spill deep into my ass. After he was done he picked up his bottle and took off. The next two guys had to be friends. I couldn't tell because they both spoke Spanish. No foreplay with these guys. They were both hard and each was ready to drop his load. The light from their phones let me know each was recording the session while his buddy dropped his load in my ass. After these two guys my hole was completely flooded and cum was dripping out of me. There was no way I could contain all of it but I didn't want to waste any. Still, I emailed the next guy saying he should come around, and also letting him know how many loads I took. He said he was fine with a sloppy ass. And it was definitely not a problem as, when the next guy arrived, he began by felching all the cum and piss out of my ass. Afterwards my hole was aching for him, but before he mounted me he said "Batters up!" and began pounding away, getting quite aggressive and verbal. At one point he grabbed my neck with both hands and grunted "How you like that fag?" . "I love it, Daddy," I whimpered. "You want this hot cum in your ass?" "Yes please!" He then grunted as if he was pulling a boulder while cumming deep inside me. He then slapped my ass until it was red and took off. The last four loads were just guys dropping more loads into my ass. After taking nine loads my body was wrecked, my knees hurt, my hips hurt, my back hurt and my hole was swollen and puffy and full of cum. I couldn't help fingering myself and rubbing the cum all over my cock and masturbating with it until I came. I made it back home and found some emails from the guys who had fucked me, suggesting we should get together again sometime. Can't wait

Next chapter....hope it lives up to expectations. _______________ Chapter 20) I stared at my phone where it lay on the nightstand, not knowing what to do under the circumstances. Had Miss Manners had ever covered this situation? Dear Miss Manners: If a guy has just shot his load inside me and his dick is still buried in my ass, is it rude to check a text message? “I better look at it,” I said. Do it quickly – like tearing off a bandage, I told myself. The last text I’d gotten was from Mike, and that hadn’t led to anything good. I hoped this wasn’t a follow-up. “Can’t you just ignore it?” Nick asked. I glanced at the clock – it was 11:55 am, almost noon. “Then we take a chance that it’s a text from my mom saying that they’re able to leave earlier than they thought and are on their way home for lunch,” I warned. I felt Trent stiffen – not in a good way – and Nick’s eyes widened. Neither of them had thought of that possibility. Trent eased out of my ass. “You’re right, check and see who messaged you,” Trent said. I stood up and grabbed my phone off the nightstand, and saw the new message icon: it was from Uncle Jeffy. Now the fuck what? “Who’s it from?” Nick asked. “Not my parents. My lawyer,” I said, exasperated. Lousy timing, Uncle Jeffy. “Can’t it wait?” Trent said. “I have to find out what he wants. Do you really think I’ll be much fun knowing that his message is waiting for me on my phone?” I took the lack of further argument as tacit admission that I had a good point. I opened the message. “Darren, please call me ASAP. Sorry to interrupt your vacation.” “He wants me to call him,” I told them. “I better find out what’s going on now.” I pressed the icon and Uncle Jeffy answered immediately. I could hear what sounded like a television, voices in the background, and the clink of glasses like he was out at a restaurant. He obviously wasn’t in his office. “Darren, thanks for calling back so quickly. I’m sorry to bother you but…you know, let me go someplace quiet.” The noise dimmed, and I heard the sound of a door closing. “Sorry, I’m at my mother-in-law’s home in Arizona, we’re visiting for Thanksgiving. I wanted you to know that I heard from the police. They told me that the security camera recording was too dim to make a positive identification of anyone.” “Oh,” I said, wondering why this had to be communicated urgently. “I guess there’s not much we can do.” “Wait a minute, I’m not done. I was able to access the back-up in the DropBox folder, and it was a group of five men. I could see their faces clearly.” “Really? Do you think it was just a bad disk?” “It might have been, I suppose, but my bullshit detector is pinging,” Uncle Jeffy said darkly. “Huh?” “I want to try a little experiment before I start throwing around accusations. If I give you access to the folder, do you think you could take a shot at identifying any of them?” “I could try, Uncle Jeffy, but I don’t know that many people outside the fraternity. My social circle is a little constrained,” I said sarcastically. Uncle Jeffy chuckled. “I was afraid of that. I’m sorry we have to keep you segregated, but at this point I don’t want to risk your being hurt.” “I understand,” I said grudgingly. “Do you have Carlos’ number? He might recognize someone.” “Could you send me his contact information? I have it on my office PC, but not on my phone.” “I’ll text it as soon as we hang up. How’s everyone? Aunt Dita and Em?” “They’re great. Em loves MIT. Sorry she’s not here, she and her cousins are running around doing something or another.” “Send them my love. And tell Em she owes me a text or a call.” “Will do, Darren. Have a great holiday. And do I need to remind you? Do whatever your security guards tell you to do, and do not go anywhere without them.” “I promise.” I looked at the Nick and Trent, who were sitting on the bed listening to my half of the conversation intently. “I’ll do exactly what my security guards say to do. Take care.” Both of them snickered once I’d hung up. “Your lawyer is your Uncle?” Trent said. “Not really, he and Dad have known each other since law school.” “What was he calling you about, anyway?” Nick asked. “Oh, an issue with the security cameras at the house where I live at school. Give me a second, I have to text a contact to him.” I quickly shared the Carlos’ info with Uncle Jeffy via text, and got a thank you in return. Then I put down my phone. “Okay, guys. Now where were we?” “It’s my turn to plug your ass again,” said Nick, as he made room for me on my bed. “I’m only doing this because promised everyone I’d do whatever you told me to do,” I said as I positioned myself on my back, my legs spread in welcome. Both he and Trent laughed as Nick took my legs over his shoulders and pushed his still-erect cock inside of me. ————————— A couple hours later, each of them had cum four times in my ass if you included Trent and me the night before, which I definitely was. I glanced at the clock; it was 1:47 PM. “Gentleman, I’m ready for lunch,” I said. “You didn’t like the protein smoothies we’ve been feeding you, muchacho?” Nick said. “Ho-ho-ho. And I use the word purposely. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t like some actual food.” Trent and Nick looked at each other; Nick nodded. “Sure, let’s get something more to eat,” Trent said with a lecherous grin. I rolled my eyes, went to the bathroom to clean up a little, then pulled on my clothes. “Boo!” said Nick. “It’s late for Halloween,” I said. He smirked at me. “Why’d you get dressed again? I like your cute, smooth little body.” “Because otherwise we’d never make it out of this room. And I don’t want to shock poor Maxi.” They both had pulled on their clothes; I led the way to the kitchen. After running down the possibilities, they elected to have my mom’s homemade lentil soup and Thanksgiving Dinner sandwiches – basically a full turkey dinner crammed into a double-decker sandwich – with warm apple cider to drink. I offered them beer (which I couldn’t stand), but they said they were on duty, so no alcohol. Apparently fucking was allowed, but drinking and fucking was not. Maybe sex fell in the realm of guarding my body? I put the food together, which we ate at the kitchen table. I gave Maxi a small bowl of kibble, but he still shamelessly begged at the table. My mom spoiled him unmercifully. “Man, your mom is an amazing cook,” Nick said as he polished off his sandwich. “How does she write her columns and still have time?” “You follow her column?” I said, surprised. “Yeah, your mom is famous, a great writer. I even read her memoir.” I refrained from commenting on the book. “She plans weeks in advance, and makes something every few days and freezes it. And Dad does a lot of the baking, he says it relaxes him. The only thing Mom cooks the day of is the turkey and stuffing, and I put together the salad. It helps that she works at home a lot. She can shove something in the oven and work in here on her laptop until it’s done. There’s some pumpkin pie or pumpkin bread – both baked by my dad – for dessert if you want.” “I’d rather have some more Darren cake,” Trent said. “He helped make that too.” I’d left myself open for that one. I glanced at the clock; it was 3:00 PM. “Okay, once more each. Then we all have to take showers and I’ve got to do a quick load of laundry to conceal the evidence.” At 5:30 PM exactly, I took the last of the towels out of the drier, folded them and tucked them away in the linen closet. I’d taken a shower, made both Nick and Trent take shower, and laundered my sheets, the mattress pad and the extra towels using the washer/drier that was stowed in a corner cupboard of the kitchen. There wasn’t any tell-tale evidence that I’d spent the afternoon being fucked by my security team other than the slight soreness of my butt, and Mom and Dad wouldn’t find out about that. My phone rang, and I grabbed it, hoping and worrying at the same time…but it was Mom. Not Mike. “Hi, Mom,” I said. “Hi, Sweetie, how was your day?” “Quiet. Trent and I took Maxi for a walk, and then came back here for lunch.” I decided to tell her an edited version of the truth and avoid future complications. “Nick showed up right after we got back, he was way early. He’d gotten the time wrong, so I fed him lunch, and he spent the afternoon here, too.” “Did you get some rest?” she asked. “I went to bed for a couple hours after Maxi’s walk, and then for another hour after lunch.” How I said that without laughing was a mystery to me. “Oh, and Uncle Jeffy called.” “Really? I thought he was out of town, what did he call about?” “He is out of town, but there’s some mix-up with the security video. The police said it was too dim, but Uncle Jeffy said he could see everything clearly. I gave him Carlos’ number, he knows more about the set-up of the cameras than I do.” “Sounds like you had a relaxing day.” “Definitely, Mom,” I answered. It was getting harder to keep from giggling. “I just spoke to Dad, and he’s nearly ready to leave. He’s going to pick me up, and we’re going to Nice Matin for dinner. Oh, I made the reservation for four. Are both Trent and Nick still there?” “Yeah, but Trent is leaving soon, I think.” “I’ll call right now and add a fifth so Trent can to come to dinner. He was so nice to you, we’d be happy to have him along. And, it’s probably a good idea for you to have both of them with you.” “Definitely,” I said. I found Nick and Trent in the living room, watching some game on ESPN. Trent’s large duffle bag was next to him on the floor; I’d caught him just before he left. “You’re both invited to dinner,” I announced. “We’re going to Nice-Matin.” “I’ve walked by that place,” Trent said. “It looks fancy.” I shrugged. “Fancy-shmancy, no one dresses up there, if you want, throw on a blazer if you’ve got one. But I’m sure the staff will have no objecting to serving two hunky guys in tight t-shirts.” ————————— I was on the beach, or I thought I was…I was surrounded by tall rocks and the ground was covered with sand; I knew the ocean was just on the other side of the rocks…I was in my red bikini bathing suit; there was a gazebo and thought I spotted Mike inside. I hurried to enter it, but when I got there it was empty…and then I heard the shouts. There was a crowd of people walking towards the gazebo pointing their fingers as they yelled; I was scared…there was nowhere to hide… I woke myself with a small cry, then sagged back against the pillows. Another fucking nightmare. I got up, took a couple Advil and tried, unsuccessfully, to go back to sleep; my brain was still buzzing and it was 1:30 AM. I got out of bed, slipped on my robe, and went to my parent’s room. As I was about to knock, I heard a moaning sound from inside and a faint, rhythmic squeak. I retreated, horrified. It was just wrong to think about my parents having sex, and I certainly wasn’t going to interrupt them. I looked at the door to the guest room where Nick was asleep, considering whether or not to knock on the door. I didn’t feel up for more sex, I wanted just to be comforted. The solution was obvious: I went and found Maxi, who was happy to curl up with me on the sofa. I lay down and talked to him in a low voice. “You’ll protect me, won’t you Maxi?” he just nuzzled my hand to be petted again, so I continued. “I’m tired of being afraid, Maxi,” I said, feeling my eyes burn. He seemed to sense my upset – or maybe it was that I stopped stroking him to wipe away the threatening tears – and he licked my chin and my face. I went back to petting him, and he curled up next to me, contented. Slowly, surely, I began to feel drowsy. I’ll just lie here another minute…next thing I knew it was morning, and my Mom was crouching next to the sofa, dressed in a wool bomber jacket, jeans and sneakers. Maxi was curled up next to me, pressed against my chest. “Darren, sweetie, did you sleep here all night?” Maxi stirred and jumped off the sofa, tail wagging, looking at my mom expectantly. “I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep so I petted Maxi. Last thing I remember is thinking I’d close my eyes for a minute, so I guess pets live up to their reputation for reducing stress.” She smiled at me worriedly. “Did you have a nightmare?” I nodded. “Why didn’t you wake me? Or Nick?” I couldn’t bring myself to let her know I’d heard her and Dad having sex. And most certainly couldn’t say if I’d woken up Nick, we would have ended up in my bed together for a chunk of the night, and I wasn’t in the mood. “I’m not five years old, Mom. I just needed…the totally uncomplicated affection of a dog.” Said dog was currently nuzzling her, demanding attention. She sat on the floor, petted Maxi, then reached up and took my hand. “Tell me about your dream.” I remembered it in detail, so it wasn’t a problem. “It was a lot like the one the night before,” I finished. She shook her head, perched on the sofa, and hugged me; that was all it took for the tears to start. “It’s all right, sweetie pie, it’s all right,” she said. Maxi, alarmed at this display of emotion, jumped up on the sofa and tried to help by insisting that I pet him. My sobs diminished after a few minutes. I had to confess, I felt much better; there was nothing like a mom when it came to the fine art of comforting. My security guards and the guys at school were all hot and sweet, but it wasn’t the same. “The worst part,” I said, drying my eyes with a tissue from the box she handed me “is that I had a horrible fight with Mike just after I got here.” “I wondered why you’ve been looking so sad.” “He was angry that I hadn’t called to tell him what happened and that he’d heard it from Carlos and Rod.” I gave in to Maxi’s demand and gave him yet another belly rub. She smiled reminiscently. “I had a fight with your father just like that.” “Really?” “It was years before you were born. I was doing research for an article on gang violence in New York City, and got caught in a shoot-out.” At my horrified gasp she said, “I wasn’t hurt, I ducked inside a bodega, I knew the owner and we hid in the back. Once it was over, I got so wrapped up in getting interviews that I totally forgot to call Dad. He tried to call me at work, and someone mentioned that I was reporting on a shooting that I’d actually witnessed. When we finally talked he was furious at me.” “What’d you do?” “I promised to never do that again. And I made him his favorite dinner.” “I tried to apologize, but Mike wouldn’t accept it.” I started to choke up again. “What am I going to do, mama? He hung up and he didn’t even say goodbye. What if this is a…a deal breaker?” I couldn’t get myself to put my fears into words: I was afraid that Mike would never forgive me and that this was it. “Sweetie, I can’t imagine that he’d break up with you over this. I saw the way you two were together when we came right after…everything. He’s just scared about what happened, and sometimes that comes out as anger,” she said, stroking my hair. That’s roughly what Trent had told me. “I better walk Maxi before he explodes,” she said. Maxi’s ears seemed to prick at the words “walk Maxi.” “And then I’ll make whatever you want for breakfast.” “Anything?” “Within reason,” she qualified. For my mom that meant not too much sugar, fat or carbs. “Scrambled eggs with smoked salmon and dill,” I began. “Good choice,” she interjected. “Whole grain toast…” “Excellent!” “And Dad’s triple-berry pancakes.” She looked undecided for a minute, then nodded yes. “I’ll get your father up on my way out with Maxi.” “I’ll put on a pot of coffee. And make fresh-squeezed orange juice,” I added. I was in the kitchen, putting the coffee I’d just ground into the pot, when my dad shambled in wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. “Good morning,” he mumbled sleepily. “”morning, Dad,” I said. “Sorry to drag you out of bed.” I added water and started the coffee pot. “Are you kidding me?” he asked, stretching. “You managed to score us eggs and pancakes for breakfast rather than the usual plain low fat yogurt with muesli.” He gathered the ingredients for his special pancakes, assembling them on the counter, then got a large bowl, a whisk, and a measuring cup from their respective cabinets and drawers. “This takes me back to when you were a little boy,” he said, smiling. “If your mother had to travel for work you were so upset. I made it into something fun by feeding you all the foods she didn’t allow.” “I remember,” I said, grinning. “She purposely cut her trips short because she knew I would feed you Jiffy peanut butter with strawberry preserves on white bread, pizza, hamburgers, fried chicken, French fries and worst of all, pancakes for breakfast. I wouldn’t listen to your nanny about it, either. I pulled rank as on-site parent.” He was measuring out the flour and dumped it in the mixing bowl as he spoke. “Your mother tells me that you had another bad night,” he said casually while he added the rest of the ingredients and started whisking them together. I looked up from slicing oranges for the juicer and said, “Yeah, I had a nightmare.” Still not looking at me directly, speaking in that completely casual tone, “We worry that you’re under a lot of pressure, Darren.” I shrugged. “You know the minute it’s too much for you, call us. You can come home to visit or to live. Whatever you want and whatever you need.” He began folding frozen berries in the pancake batter. “I know,” I said, wondering what exactly had prompted this. “Uncle Jeffy called me yesterday while I was in the office.” “About the case?” I asked as I retrieved the juicer and plugged it in. “Not exactly. Carlos took a look at the video from the other night, and he positively identified everyone.” “So that’s good, right?” I said, pausing before I turned on the noisy appliance. My dad screwed up his face the way he did just before delivering bad news. “Not 100%. Uncle Jeffy thinks that the police lied about the disc they took, maybe even purposely damaged it themselves.” “Why would they do that?” “He’s not sure yet, but is doing background checks on the five in the video to see what turns up.” My father shook his head. “It was such a great place when I went there. I thought it would be perfect for you when Yale didn’t work out.” “It’s not all bad,” I said. “I’ve got great friends and the courses are actually interesting.” “Now I wish we’d let you stay in New York,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken, nearly voicing an admission of fallibility, unheard of from my father. “It kills me to watch them stall the case and smear you while they do it.” I’d had only rare glimpses of this protective side of my dad before. Usually he took the attitude that what didn’t kill me would only make me stronger. “I know it’s hard for you,” I told him. “The school means so much to you, you give them a lot of money and…” “Fuck the university,” he interrupted, loudly. I stopped, shocked. It was unimaginable that he’d ever say anything bad about his alma mater, the place he credited with giving him the education that had allowed him to go to Yale law school and be so successful. He seemed to be struggling with some strong emotion. “I sent my only child, my son there, trusted them to care for you and what happens?” he said, anguished, pancake now batter forgotten. “You’re thrown in the middle of a parent’s worst nightmare and it was my idea…” “No, Daddy,” I found myself reverting to a childish form of address. “It wasn’t a bad idea,” I allowed. “And if I hadn’t gone there all my friends would still be in a terrible situation. What was going on was just wrong.” He scowled at me. “You are the most contrary little bastard in the universe. You kicked and screamed and argued about going there, and now when we’d like you to come home to New York, you won’t!” I shrugged again. Then we both started laughing. “I better get these pancakes going,” he said, putting a griddle on the fancy new stove they’d installed while I was away. “Don’t you have orange juice to make?” I stepped over to him, and hugged him; he seemed startled at first, then returned it, stroking my back. ————————— After nagging and begging, Nick finally gave in and consented to our going to a movie and dinner with my parents that night. He and I took Maxi for another mid-day walk, and he even let me do a little window-shopping on Columbus Avenue. I liked to sigh over the clothing I couldn’t afford on my own at Frank Stella, and I loved checking out the display at Schweitzer Linen. We picked up some iced coffee, then meandered our way back to the apartment, taking time to stop at the dog run with Maxi, where he enthusiastically galloped around with a couple of his canine buddies while we sat on a bench and watched him. “Too bad we can’t play some more this afternoon, muchacho,” Nick said. “Too bad for you, maybe,” I answered. “I’m still having trouble sitting.” “Hot, that’s what I like to hear. I like it when my boys feel it for a couple of days after I’ve fucked them,” he said in a low voice. He scooted a little closer. “You know, I’ve never considered having a full-time boyfriend to fuck, but if you’re ever in the market…” More like boy-toy, I thought but didn’t say. “I’ll keep it in mind,” I answered noncommittally. Aside from that he’d probably destroy my sphincter in a month, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be some guy’s…uh, not mistress. Mister? Whatever you called it, sooner or later it would blow up in my face. ————————— “Baby, you’re thinking too much again,” Carlos said. I gave him a dirty look, but had to concede he was right. We were en route to the university, currently sitting on an airplane. He’d insisted on taking the aisle seat again. “I’m worried about seeing Mike,” I confessed. “Why?” Carlos said sounding puzzled. I hadn’t meant to get into this. “We talked on Thanksgiving day after he’d spoken to you…” “I told you we should have let him know what happened,” Carlos interrupted. I sighed. “Well, you were right. We argued, and then hung up without saying goodbye.” “What? He didn’t sound angry after I talked to him.” “Goody for you,” I said. “He was plenty pissed off at me. He scolded me, then said he’d see me today. He wouldn’t listen to me at all.” “Now that’s just wrong,” Carlos said. “You’re going through enough since you’re like…the public face of the law suit, and he’s going to give you shit for not calling him right away?” “My mom and one of my bodyguards in New York said he wasn’t really angry at me, that he was just scared about what happened and feeling powerless.” “He shouldn’t take that out on you, it’s not your fault.” I huffed out an impatient breath. “You want to tell him that?” “You bet I will, baby.” Great, I’d opened my big mouth and done it. Now I could worry about them arguing over the argument I’d had with Mike. The fun just didn’t stop. We made it back to the house in the late afternoon. I called my parents as soon as we pulled up in Rod’s car. “Made it back here folks.” “Thanks for calling,” my mom said. “Oh, and expect a delivery at 6:00 PM.” “A delivery of what?” “We want it to be a surprise,” my dad said. “Fine, thanks. Talk to you in a couple days.” The windows had been repaired completely, I noted, and it looked like we’d gotten a fresh coat of paint and a new front door. As soon as I walked in the house and shed my coat, Aaron was there, hugging me tightly. “You poor thing,” he said. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I said. “Please don’t fuss, Rod and Carlos were there. Who told you what happened, anyway?” “I did,” said Rod as he shut the door. “Everyone here needs to be aware that things have escalated.” “Whatever,” I said. “Not ‘whatever,’” Rod said sternly. “You of everyone here need to be especially careful.” “Fine,” I said controlling my urge to snap at him. He was just doing his job. “I’m going to unpack,” I announced, and then a thought struck me. “Is Mike here?” “He’s in your room,” Aiden said. “He was tired and in a seriously bitchy mood, so we told him to get over it or go take a nap.” It would seem he’d had the same trouble sleeping as I had. “I’ll help you with your luggage,” Carlos said, pretending to struggle to lift it off the floor. “You’re not funny,” I told him. We climbed the staircase and went to the room I shared with Mike. What would I do if he was planning to call it quits? I wouldn’t be the “Prefect’s Consort” anymore, not that the title had ever meant all that much to me, and was now more or less irrelevant. Where would I sleep? All the other rooms were taken… The door was closed. I took a deep breath, tapped on it as a warning and then opened it and went in with Carlos right behind me. Mike was sitting in the window seat – which was directly opposite the door – holding a pillow against his chest, his face buried in it. He looked up as soon as I walked in. “Darr…honey, you’re back,” he said, giving me a relieved smile, and got up and moved towards me. We were on nickname and endearment status again, which was a good sign. “Wait just a fucking minute,” Carlos said, stepping in front of me. “Isn’t there something you want to say to him, first? Man, when I called you I didn’t mean for you to call Darren and give him a hard time.” Mike looked him straight in the eye. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been miserable for the last four days.” “What made you do such a fucking shitty thing, Mike? He’s got enough on his head without you shoveling more crap on him.” “Excuse me,” I said, stepping between them. “But would you mind not talking as if I’m not here?” Mike came towards me; I could see the circles under his eyes. He was pale and looked completely worn out. He took my hands in his, kissed both of them, then said, “I’m sorry I unloaded on you. It was really messed up, but when I heard about the whole…incident…it scared me shitless. Especially what they spray-painted on the front of the house…” “Wait a minute,” I said. “What spray-painting on the house? I turned to look at Carlos, who said, “Good to see you two are okay, I’m going…” “Nowhere.” I finished for him. “What did they spray paint?” The new door and fresh paint job on the front of the house took on a different significance. Carlos looked uncomfortable and said, “They painted ‘die faggot’ and ‘Darren Leibowitz is a dead man.’” “And this was why Rod ordered me to duck down in the back of the car.” “Part of the reason,” Carlos said. “You were so tired and stressed, he figured you didn’t need to see that.” I turned to Mike. “I think I understand how you felt a little better. Where is Rod? He and I are going to have words,” I said threateningly. “Baby, what difference does it make?” Carlos said, moving to block the door. “He’s lecturing me to be careful, but doesn’t tell me what’s going on?” Carlos couldn’t argue that one. “Sweetheart, couldn’t that wait a little?” Mike asked, coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against him. He nuzzled the top of my head, and bent down to plant a kiss on my right ear. I gasped at the touch of his lips. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll deal with him later.” “Rod owes you one, Mike,” Carlos said as he beat the proverbial hasty retreat, closing the door behind him before I changed my mind. “God, I missed you,” Mike said, turned me around a kissed me full on the mouth. I was helpless to do anything but respond. I hadn’t been in the mood for sex since my last nightmare, but something about us, our connection, shattered any obstacle. He was walking backwards towards the bed – he seemed to have memorized the layout of the room – and sat down without breaking our kiss. Then he was on top of me, my arms were around him, my legs parted and he was humping against me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him against me more securely and bucked under him, grinding my hips against his crotch. He was fully erect; I could feel it through the soft sweats he was wearing. I guess he wasn’t all that tired. He finally stopped kissing me, and drew back, running his thumb over my bottom lip which felt slightly swollen from kissing; then he gently caressed my left cheekbone. “I was terrified you’d be so angry you’d break up with me,” Mike said. “I’d say ‘you could have called me,’ but I guess I’m in no position to hand out criticism about phone calls. I was worried about the same thing,” I confessed. “Never,” Mike said. “I will never, ever want to break up with you, even when I’m being a total asshole.” I laughed, then said “Never is a long time.” He smiled. “Yeah. Isn’t it fucking great?” He kissed me again, and pulled me to a sitting position and stripped off my sweater and t-shirt. Then he was unbuckling my belt and had me out of my jeans before I could draw a breath. He impatiently threw off his sweats, and we came together, skin on skin, pulses pounding in unison, breathing in one another’s scent and indulging in another deep, steamy kiss. We wrestled with each other, rubbing our erect dicks alongside each other; I ran my hands all over his back and shoulders, down to his ass. I pulled him against me again, and moved impatiently. “Fuck me,” I murmured. “Please…” He reached for the Vaseline and lubed his dick, then put some more on his finger and gently probed the entrance to my body, that portal to shared pleasure. He moved his finger in and around, and once he was satisfied that I was adequately prepped, took my legs over his shoulders and pressed his cockhead against my ass. He pushed; there was a passing moment of resistance, but then he slid in me unimpeded, burying himself up to the balls inside of me. “Honey,” he breathed and pressed his lips to mine for a quick, hard kiss. “It just gets better all the time.” He was moving slowly carefully; I could tell he was trying to hold back. I didn’t know for sure, but I was willing to bet that he hadn’t cum since the morning of the day before Thanksgiving which made it…four days’ worth of cum that he was about to unload. “Don’t hold back,” I said. “Harder.” “I want it to last,” he moaned. “We just agreed that we have lots of time to be together. We can do it again,” I promised as I joined in his rhythm, pushing towards him as he pushed in, pulling back at the same time he did. His thrusts picked up in tempo, and he was grunting the way he did before cumming. “Cum with me, Darr,” he gasped out as he ground against me, angling to press against my prostate. It came as a shock, the tightening of every muscle as he pounded against my ass, breathing ragged and then the glorious, technicolor release. He was blowing out air as he froze; I could feel his dick swell and pulse inside of me. Post-coital relaxation kicked in almost immediately; he was heavy on top of me, but I loved the feel of his warm, muscled body against my own, pressing me into the mattress. He propped himself on his elbows. “Hi there,” he said. I smiled at him. “Hi back. That was awesome,” I told him. “You were awesome,” he said, taking my hand and pressing his lips to it. There was a knock at the door. This fucking room, I thought. “Who is it?” Mike called out. “Aaron. If you’ve finished your make-up sex, come on downstairs. Darren’s parents sent pizza for the whole house, but I can’t guarantee there’ll be any left if you wait.” That was the surprise from Mom and Dad. Suddenly, I was hungry in a way I hadn’t been in days. “Let’s hurry,” I said to him. “Yeah, after that I’ve got major post-sex munchies.” We hurriedly dressed, and went downstairs to join the others. “We’ll catch up on more sex after dinner,” Mike whispered to me as we got some food, and gave my ass a squeeze. “Looking forward,” I said, pushing back against him.

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.

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.

I hear the water shut off and my heart skips a beat. I’m sitting on my bed, alone in my dark dorm room. It’s chilly in here and I’m bundled up against the cold, but the shivers running through my body have nothing to do with the temperature. Joe steps out of the bathroom and into my room. The light from the hall frames his thick body, and I can’t help but stare at him. He’s taller and broader than me, with wide shoulders and muscular legs. His soft, round belly pokes out over the towel he’s wrapped around his waist. I can see a few beads of water from the shower twinkling in the thick, soft fur that covers his chest and belly, and his beard is still slightly damp. God, he must be freezing, I think. As my eyes drift downward, I can see the towel tenting out at his crotch, where his cock is already starting to stiffen in anticipation of what we’re about to do – which jolts me back to the reality that I’m about to get something I’ve wanted for a long time. See, I'm a virgin...and Joe is here to fix that. He’s very experienced sexually and says he loves going slow and being patient with less experienced guys. After all, he’s 30 and I’m 19 – he’s had a few more years of practice. A naughty smile plays at his lips. “Hey,” he says, softly. He crosses the room to my bed and I stand to meet him. I lift my head. He’s close enough that I can see my face reflected in his green eyes. He takes my face in his hands – they’re surprisingly soft and gentle. He gently holds me as we kiss, his tongue darting playfully between my lips and swirling around my tongue. It’s electric, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I can’t help myself, and my hands slide down to his belly. I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a thing for guys with guts, and Joe's is just what I like to see on a man. I run my fingers through his fur, eyes closed while we kiss, getting to know his body with my fingertips. He’s running his fingers through the mop of curly hair on my head, and I get the sense he’s really enjoying it. One of his hands slides down my back, and he holds me by the small of my back, leaning into his kisses now. They’re somehow more breathless and urgent, and I know he wants me - bad. He lifts my hoodie over my head and off, followed by my t-shirt. His hands caress my torso, stopping to linger at the patch of hair between my pecs, and lightly brushing my nips. He takes one of them lightly between his fingers and gently rolls it without pinching or twisting. It’s a new sensation for me – intense but pleasant. I let out a deep sigh that’s almost a moan. His other hand is busy relieving me of my sweatpants and briefs, and before I know it, he’s got me naked, with my pants and briefs on the floor around my ankles. How’d he do that with one hand, I wonder. He’s a pro. I step out of my clothes and I drop down onto my bed, grabbing and pulling the towel off his waist on my way down. His now rock hard cock juts straight out from his thick bush, his fat, furry ballsack tight and round underneath it. I think about how it’d feel in my mouth, how it would taste and how it would smell – but I have a different objective tonight. Joe climbs onto the bed, lying on his back. “Are you ready?” There’s that wicked grin again. He reaches over the side of the bed to grab his bag from the floor. “Let me help you get started here,” he says. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a small brown bottle. I’m curious. “What’s in that bottle?” I ask tentatively. He smiles. “Poppers,” he says with a grin. “Just for me. If you’ve never used them before I’d rather you didn’t try them for the first time tonight. They can be a bit much.” He’s so protective of me, his sweetness makes me want him even more. He hands me the lube, and I freeze up. I want this so much…want to fuck him the way I’ve seen guys fuck countless times in porn, want to thrust my cock into his hole and finally know what it feels like…but I’m so nervous I don’t know where to start. What if I’m no good at this? What if I hurt him? He must sense my nervousness, because he sits upright, kisses me, and takes the bottle of lube from my hand. “Here, lemme see this.” He squeezes the bottle and the silicone pours into his hand. He wraps it around my cock and I gasp in pleasure at the sensation. This lube is really good stuff – silky smooth and oily – and I’ve never felt anything like it. He strokes my cock a few times and I’m absolutely rock hard in no time. He then puts more lube in his hand and it goes to his furry ass. I watch fascinated as his fingers deftly stroke the outside of his hole, then one finger slips inside and disappears. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he penetrates himself. This is the hottest damn thing I’ve seen in a long time. He seems lost in his own world as he works another finger into his ass, sighing and grinding his hips into his own fist. Wow, I don’t remember feeling that good when I tried to finger myself, I think to myself. I’ve got a lot to learn. He seems to come back to his senses, because he suddenly withdraws his fingers from his hole and looks up at me. “Are you ready to fuck me?” he asks. I nod, and he leans back, grabs ahold of his meaty thighs and rocks back. His hairy hole is exposed and ready, right in front of me. My first ass. I can’t believe this is about to happen, I think. I’m hard and ready, he’s lubed and on his back, all that’s left to do is fuck him. I get up on my knees and pull myself close to him. He instinctively tilts his pelvis up to line his hole up with my cock – and again I marvel at what a natural he is at this. I grab ahold of my shaft and place the head of my cock against the outside of his hole. He puts a hand on my chest, and I get the message – “hold on a second” – as he snatches the little brown bottle off the bed, unscrews it, and holds it under his nostril. I catch an acrid, slightly sweet smell as he blocks his other nostril and inhales deeply. He repeats this with the other nostril, screws the cap on the bottle, and drops his head back, eyes rolling upward. I feel his hole relax and open, almost swallowing the head of my cock, and it’s more than I can resist. I push forward, and the head of my cock pops through his sphincter. Nothing could have prepared me for how it felt. My cock head is surrounded by his velvety, warm, wet hole, and I stop for a second, shocked that I’m actually inside him. He gasps, and grabs my hips with his hands, pulling me deeper. The warmth of his smooth fuck chute engulfs the shaft of my cock. I encounter some resistance when my flared cockhead hits his inner sphincter, but he lets out a long, controlled breath and it opens just enough to let me through. Before I know it, my balls are pressed against his furry ass. Instinct takes over and I begin my first stroke. I slide out, feeling the walls of his ass cling to my cock, until just the tip of my cock is still inside him. I guess I’m just going to go with this, I think. My pelvis grinds forward into him, and without thinking about it I count the strokes. One. Joe opens his eyes and his head comes up off the bed. He’s looking straight into my eyes. “Oh yeah, Ethan, that’s it, that’s good,” he growls. I withdraw again, already feeling my balls tighten underneath as I wind up for the next thrust. Two. It seems like my second thrust hits something important inside him, because his ass tightens around me and he lets out a long, low moan as his head tilts back in ecstasy. I could be wrong but I swear I can almost feel something firm, rubbery and rounded pressing against the top side of my cock through the walls of his ass….could that be his prostate? I hold my cock inside him and he again moans my name. “Ethan….yeah, fuck me.” My cock is so hard it’s almost painful. It throbs with each beat of my racing heart. Oh God I need this, I need this, I need this, I think. Out I slide, and back in I thrust, picking up the pace. Three. Four. Suddenly the familiar sharp tension of my orgasm starts to build deep inside my pelvis. I know I can’t hold off much longer. Oh shit, I wanted to last longer than this! I panic. He’s going to be so disappointed. I start to pull out and hold, trying desperately to think of a way to delay my approaching orgasm. He seems to be able to sense it. Again he pulls me deeper into him, looking straight into my eyes as he growls, “It’s OK, Ethan. Cum in me. Cum. You know you want it. Do it now.” I can’t resist those eyes. Five. It feels like I explode inside him. My cock pulses and I can feel my asshole spasm with each pulse as the cum drains from my balls into his guts. Sounds are escaping my mouth – I don’t know what they are, but they’re loud. As the contractions of my cock and hole begin to subside I collapse forward with a whimper, on top of his beautiful furry belly. He catches me in his arms and holds my head against his chest. “Mmm…you did great,” he says. I can hear the pride in his voice and my heart swells. “I’m so proud of you, little bro.”

Chapter III. We got up early, still sticky and crispy with wet and dried cum. I threw our things into our suitcases while my boy showered. As I was finishing packing, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to a super sexy bellhop, tall and fit, maybe mid-20s, with wispy bangs over his eyes. He winked at me and slid past into the room. ‘Your guide told me you have a long bus ride ahead of you. You need something to get you through the day…’ I was just in my underwear, and he yanked them down, gobbling down my dick before I could say anything. He pushed me back on the bed and raised my legs high so he could eat my ass. He moaned into me, ‘someone took some loads last night… Delicious!’ I clenched my eyes and grunted as he slid a wet finger or two into me. I heard the shower stop and felt the bellhop’s cock slide into me alongside his fingers. He pumped into me muttering, ‘gonna fill you up… You’re gonna take my seed…’ I grunted in reply. He stopped and groaned but I didn’t feel the wetness I’d all-too-recently come to associate with being bred. I opened my eyes and saw my boy, glistening from the shower, easing his cock into the bellboy. The tables had turned in one night, my boy raw topping and me taking a stranger’s bare dick. The bellhop still had his uniform shirt on, but I could see a scorpion tattoo peeking out from under the shirt. ‘Fuuuuuck….’ I hissed, knowing that the guy inside me was likely POZ. My boy picked up his pace and started fucking the bellhop into me. The bellboy threw back his head and rocked back and forth between the two of us. ‘Gonna cum!,’ he shouted, never slowing his pace. I felt his balls tighten as they slapped against my hole and knew he was breeding me. My boy jack-hammered his hole so hard that the bellhop’s softening cock slipped out of me. I spun around and licked it clean. I looked to the alarm clock and pulled away. I smelled like raw sex and needed to shower. I left my boy pumping away at the bellhop’s ass. I hobbled to the shower, leaking seed. I rinsed off quickly, making sure to leave my hole sloppy with fresh cum. I turned the water off and toweled off to the sounds of aggressive fucking from the bedroom. My boy was still shiny, now with sweat and water as he bounced up and down on his haunches, taking the bellhop’s now-hard-again cock in deep strokes. With only minutes to spare, the bellhop came again, shooting his load deep into my boy’s ass. My boy shot his load all over the bed and leapt off of him. They kissed hard as they both fumbled to get dressed as quickly as possible. We were minutes away from missing out bus. I finished zipping up the suitcases and the three of us raced downstairs to join the tour group. Our guide was grinning from ear to ear as we climbed onto the bus. He looked both ways to see if anyone was looking, and patted our asses as we got on the bus. ‘Good pigs,’ he whispered as I slid by him. The bellhop put out suitcases into the bus and waved goodbye to us as the motor started and we pulled away, our hair still wet, and our holes leaking fresh cum. The tour guide shook his head as he came to out seat and handed us two brown-bagged breakfasts. ‘Didn’t see you in the breakfast room… I think you must have been enjoying your morning gift…’ He winked as we smiled back at him and then leaned forward to whisper, ‘Gift is German for poison, you know…’ We kept grinning, I felt my hole wink knowing toxic seed was simmering inside me. ‘I hope he lubed you both up… I might need some distraction on this ride…’ The guide patted our shoulders and sauntered up the aisle. To be continued…

Thanks! All I know is that this story keeps going and yet continues to develop, stay strong and, at times be hot as hell! Keep up with the great writing?

All good suggestions. The last isn't completely unlikely; Darren doesn't object to "the gift" per se, it was the way no one had any choice about it or the rest of their lives that got him angry. He's all about choice...

That would be a nice twist. Or you could have one of his protective guards replace his PREP with another pill...without him even knowing! Or...finally have him embrace his cumslut by asking Mike to gift him? Though knowing D's personal beliefs, the first 2 are probably more likely. ?

Hey guys, sorry it's been awhile...... Justin I looked over at the guy who'd just said his name was Justin. Silently, I stared at the amazing guy from the Boot. He was sitting next to me in all his WASPy glory, polo shirt, jeans, blonde hair, blue eyes, slim, smooth skin, aquiline nose, and, for lack of better words, an incredible aura of kindness. I'm not sure what possesses some people to have that great ability to draw things out of others. Within minutes I was haltingly telling this gorgeous, caring guy the whole story of Jason, the fraternity guy, the fraternity "fags and slags" party, and the fight. The only thing that was bothering me that I left out was the unprotected, or as I was starting to think about it now "bareback", sex. Justin was silent most of the time except a few nods of his head and the occasional "wow, really?" or "oh man". We sat there for a few minutes and Justin said, "Your hand looks really red. Let's go ice it. Do you want to go to your room or mine?" I told him we should go to his room. I could not bring myself to see anyone I knew that night. We went to his place and he had a single in a suite and he grabbed some ice for my hand. We sat in the living room, watched tv, barely talking a bit until his roommates came home. They were seniors and 1 of them was his older brother; which explained how Justin, as a sophomore, was living in these sought after housing units. He took me into his room after introductions. Justin asked if I wanted to stay the night. I was not in the mood to have sex or talk much or see my roommate or that motherfucker Jason; so I must have looked hesitant but almost desperately conflicted. Justin said, "You look like you can use a friend. Also, I wouldn't mind sharing my bed with you. You're sexy. I haven't had a boyfriend in awhile and I would like to feel someone like you next to me." It was incredibly honest. I said that I would stay. Justin gave me shorts to sleep in and we undressed, talked for a while and we got into bed and cuddled. He spooned me. I could feel his hard cock on my ass, but he wasn't moving it around. It was just resting on me. I fell asleep. I woke up early in the morning and he was turned away from me toward the wall. I turned over to spoon him and that's the first time I held him. He felt warm. I kissed his shoulder and reached down for his cock. He turned over and we made out. I kissed him all over and then made my way to his shorts. I pulled them down and dove onto his cock. I licked him tip to balls and got him wet and then started sucking. He was about 8" and thin. It was a nice cock. I knew it would feel good in my ass. I must have sucked him for about 10-15 minutes and when he came I swallowed his load. We made out a bit after that and he jerked me off and sucked me until I came. Then we curled up again and fell asleep. I stayed with Justin for three more nights. By the time I left we had given each other about 3-5 blowjobs a day. I liked how he tasted. I sucked his cock in his room, the bathroom, the shower, the kitchen. I was addicted to his cock. I got back to my room and I swear everyone knew that Jason and I had a huge fight and that I was gay. I heard at least one guy call me a fag as I closed the door to my dorm room. I was just out of the shower when my RA came by. He asked what had happened. I told him. He said that fighting was not permitted on campus. He said if Jason and I fought on campus we would face the disciplinary board. Then he asked if I wanted to come by for some "apple tobacco" (his phrase for pot) after classes. I went to class and came back to the dorms. Everywhere I went on campus I felt like everyone was staring at me. There's no way that was true considering Tulane is a big school, but it felt that way. I went back to the dorm and my roommate told me he was moving out because he couldn't be roommates with a fag. I told him to fuck off and went to see the RA. The RA answered his door and Ben was in his room. They were smoking and the RA lit up his pipe and offered it to me. He told me to take a few hits. I did. He told me that my roommate was moving out. He said the guy was an asshole and Ben laughed and said, "can I kick someone's ass so I can get a single?" We all laughed. I hung out with them for for hours. When I got back to the room, I was pretty high. Justin called and I told him about my day. He came over and we made out and sucked each other off. We went for dinner, came back to my room, pushed the beds together, showered and then Justin fucked me for the first time. It was a nice fuck. Very sweet. We used condoms and he opened me up a lot before we fucked. I loved watching his face the first time he came while fucking me....he threw his head back with in a stifled groan, his mouth wide open, as his body tensed up and his hips jerked forward over and over shooting his load into the condom. This was the first time I had actually used a condom the whole way to orgasm. I was so proud of myself. I had proven I could do it. Even though it for sure hurt a whole lot more. Justin and I were inseparable from then on. We barely went anywhere without being with each other. I told my family about him within a few weeks. It was hard because they didn't want to hear it, but I was too happy to care what they thought. The holidays were hard because we were not with each other for 3 weeks. I was home on Long Island and he was home in Indiana. We talked everyday. I missed him so much that my stomach hurt. Back at school in January and we decided that we needed to get tested again for HIV, etc. I thought it was a sweet idea for a date. We went to the clinic downtown, got tested, had dinner, and went to meet friends at Oz and Pub (the gay bars in the Quarter). We danced and had a great time. This was the beginning of my life going to the FQ gay bars. We got drunk, danced more, tipped the strippers, and went home and had a lot of sex. I loved Justin so much. The test results took about a week or two and I still remember getting the call. I called Justin. We were both negative. I almost skipped over to his place. I was so happy. We hadn't discussed it but I knew I wanted to feel him in me without a condom. I missed the feeling of a guy cumming in my ass and I wanted it to be Justin's cum forever and ever. I got to his place and we were making out and I closed the door to his room, opened his jeans, dropped to my knees and sucked his cock to hard and wet stiffness. I sat him on the bed, got naked, grabbed the lube, wet his cock more, climbed on his lap and sat on his unprotected condomless cock for the first time since we met. He protested about not using a condom. I said, "We are both negative. I trust you. I love you. I want to feel you cum inside me." He laid back on the bed and closed his eyes. I could see he was conflicted; but I rode his cock just the way he liked it. I leaned forward and kissed him and let his cock ride in and out of my ass by moving my ass until his cock almost slid all the way out. In a few minutes he said he was going to cum. I kept riding his cock. He looked up at me. He said, "I love you." I kissed him hard. He kissed me back and then groaned louder than I had ever heard him. He grabbed my hips, jammed me down on his cock all the way, slammed his head on the mattress and then I felt it. The warmth in my ass. He was cumming in me. It was bliss. I loved Justin so much. My cock jerked and I came from the feeling of the warmth in my ass. We laid together and kissed and cuddled. We told each other how much we loved each other. To be continued...........

I've considered it. I mean 45 Poz loads in 2 days?

HoT story! i have also been taught that i am nothing but a white bitch to worship and be a bitch by superior Black men!

So in last month my VL keep rising I've been taking very toxic poz and AIDS loads. over last two weeks I been fucking my poz seed into an 19yo neg chaser, tonight he messaged me saying he was unwell, so I when over and fucked him full of two loads. i have a testing kit and it returned a positive result on him. Tonight there is now a new pozzed up fag to spreed AIDS

I was in Prague and I went to a local bathhouse. Wearing my jockstrap and having a towel wrapped around my waist, I remained within my room, having left the door open to check out the guys. After couple of minutes there was a knock on the door frame: looking up, I saw a good looking young Latino guy, about 35, with tattoos and a nice build. I signaled him to come in, dropping my towel to show off my ass framed with the jockstrap. We didn't speak, but rather just got down to business. He dropped down to his knees in front of me and separated my buns, shoving his tongue inside my pink hole. He licked it, tongue-fucked it and circled his tongue around my hole. We hadn't closed the door and another knock sounded: I looked-up from the middle of the room, as the Latino guy was rimming my hole, to see an older man, maybe 50, with silvery hair but in good physical shape. I love older daddy type men, so I gestured for him to join us. Once again, no words were exchanged. He came into the room, observed the Latino eating my hole, so he pushed me on the bed where I ended-up bent over, positioned on my hands and knees. Someone's hands explored my ass cheeks, spreading them and feeling them up. "You want that ass of yours fucked?" the older man asked. I didn't respond with words but I arched my back some more. I felt the older man's cock head at the opening of my ass, slowly but surely putting more force behind it until the head was fully inside me. Seeing that I wasn't telling him to stop, he shoved more inside until all of his 7.5 inch cock was swallowed up by my tight asshole. He started pounding me and I could hear his balls slapping my ass cheeks. The younger man, obviously turned on by this, turned over and presented his ass to me. I greedily licked his hole, swirling my tongue around the sensitive pucker and shoving it in as far as it would go, tongue-fucking him with my tongue just like the man fucking my ass in long slow strokes. "Yeah! Rim that ass while I am pounding your tight ass!" the older man muttered. Some fifteen minutes later he shot his load inside my ass. Then withdrawing his cock from my stretched hole, he shoved it in my mouth so I could clean all the cum and juices off of it. As I did so, the younger Latino guy sucked the load out of my used hole. I got fucked twice more that night at the bathhouse, but this was the best of them.

As Todd rode the rush of his first slam his father stepped closer as his 35 year old cock was rock hard. Todd's father asked him if he'd like to suck a real man's cock as he prepared to administer his own slam. Todd didn't need much coaxing as he quickly opened his mouth allowing his father's 8" cock to slip into his mouth. Todd eagerly began to work his father's pole as he could see out of the corner of his eye his father slip the point into his vein, register a flash of blood before he administer his own slam. As his father coughed out a little bit of cum shot from his dick into Todd's mouth. Although Todd had sucked cock before this was his first taste of cum and he liked it the taste. As he continued to suck his father's dick his dad reached over and pushed his basketball shorts down revealing his son's nice, semi-hard cock. Todd was then asked how much me had done with another man, his father wanted to know he'd ever been fucked or had only done the fucking. Todd let his father's cock fall from his mouth as he let his father know that he had only fucked David a couple times and had never been fucked. Todd's father let him know he was about to be fucked for the fist time. Todd was positioned on his back as his dad began to eat his ass. Todd began to moan very loud as his father used his tongue to apply spit as lube for his eventual penetration. Once Todd's hole was nice and slick it was time to take his cherry. As his father's cock was positioned at his hole Todd was not aware of everything his father was about to give him. He asked Todd as his cock began to penetrate him if he always fucked David bareback. Todd had a puzzled look in his face as his father figured that he didn't know what 'bareback' meant and clarified asking if he never used a condom when be fucked David. Todd nodded yes as he felt himself being filled for the fist time. Although his father never met David in person, he had heard about him and knew him to be poz. After that night, so would his son. Todd got his first kiss from his father as he bottomed out bald deep. Todd then was on the receiving of his first fucking and he was loving it. What Todd didn't know was that when his father partied he was a cum machine. Once he started fucking be would begin a steady stream of cum. He knew that Todd's hole would be flooded with enough cum that he should convert him. As the night progressed the two shared another slam and his father made sure to reuse the same point he had used for his first slam to give Todd his second slam. Once his son was as poz as he was he knew that they'd be a formidable pair at the baths.

Different guys are "ready" for sex with adults at different ages. The laws are imperfect because they need to set a single age for everyone. Plus, the common age of 18 was set decades ago before youth became so sexualized and sexually aware. So what age would you set and why would you choose the age of consent? Or would you get rid of the age of consent completely and maybe just stiffen penalties for rape when the victim is young. But isn't there some age that's always too young? Personally I don't know - all I know is the current system doesn't work very well.

Hi there. Just telling my story about getting pozzed. My fuck friend invited me to join him on his trip to a party for members who are already poz. Six times a year they have their parties, and each time approximately a hundred guys get together and have fun with each other, all walking around the room, fucking bare or getting fucked bare, no questions asked. I got the gift there, just laying in a sling in a darkroom waiting until the next man came into the room. That night I received ten loads in my ass. The act of being fucked so much, and knowing poz guys were breeding me, made me fucking horny Have fun guys. xxxx

I need a black master to fuck me with all his friend.Play with my body handcuff me blindfoldme,needle play on me.I want be his see slave and serve him and all his friend....

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."

im a slim boy in pta looking for as many tops as possibly to use my ass as their cumdump. preferably bigger, bearish guys, but not set in stone. contact me at fitzpta@yahoo.com

you and me both. i went to my first folsom in september 2016 and it was great. lots of pnp breeding and will go back next yr or do dore alley in the summer. or maybe both. i will be at mal 2017 in january staying there for 4 days. it will be my 2nd mal. shot about 30 loads or so and fucked dozens at mal 2016. lots of pnp+ breeding, sex parties, and more. i'm mainly into white guys (my fav!) especially older white guys and bears more than anything else, so it was heaven experiencing what i did and with the various sexy caucasian men at mal. 2016 mal was my first mal and it was eye opening (in a good way of course). so far mal is my fav vs other big events (iml in chicago, folsom in sf etc., which are also great), but mal is the best. cant wait. we are less than 2 months away. for those that parTying and are going to mal, hit me up if you can get some stuff (as i wont be travelling with anything on me). thanks.

I love this story whens the next chapter?

I'd forgotten how much fun it was to be fucked face down on the bed -- me biting the pillow... humping the bed... playing with my own tits... It's not one of those difficult, kama sutra positions but it "works." Feel free to call me ... a pillow biter.

my top recently started pissing in my hole after he cums, because i think that he saw it in a video and it turned him on. i didn't know what he was doing the first time he pissed in me. i thought that he was just resting inside me for his cock to soften, then he said that he was filling me with his piss. i just wiggled back onto him deeper and gave a deep guttural moan. since then he's done it a few more times and i love it.

Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me. Randy and Seth each grabbed an arm while two guys I didn't know grabbed my legs. I was carried out of the room, down the hall and into another (much larger) room and placed in the sling. My wrist and ankles were placed in restraints that were attached to the chains of the sling, I was not going anywhere. Then one of the guys that had my legs got between my legs and shoved his cock inside my hole. I then had Seth and Randy on either side of me placing a piece of rubber on both biceps. They each had a syringe in hand and after wiping each arm with alcohol stuck me with the needle. I watched as each point was emptied into my vein. The bands were removed from my arms, I felt a strong need to cough as I felt my heart begin to race. I then heard a loud ringing in my ears and couldn't see clearly. All I felt was a hunger in my hole. It was at this point I lost track of time. I wasn't sure how many guys fucked me until I started to come down. I didn't even know what day it was or how long I had been at the bathhouse. All I knew was that I was still with Seth and Randy. I later found out I had been in the bathhouse for 2 days, had been fucked by every guy in the place and taken somewhere near 60 loads. It was Monday morning as Seth and Randy helped me get dressed. When I got home I found there information in my pocket with a link to their profiles and one to video that was shot while I was in the sling. I almost got sick to my stomach when I read on their BBRT profiles that they were HIV+. When I watched the video I got turned on and hard as steel. I'll never forget getting more then I bargained for on my first trip to the baths.

as a slave I will never be allowed to negotiate any sexual acts with its MASTER, those decisions coming strictly from the slave owner.

Yes please.

Hell yeah man definitely wanna hear and read more! Great hot start! Can't wait to see Kyle's corruption!

Well said. True bottoms take any RAW cock and load. Wrapped up cocks are not acceptable and must be refused. Wish it hadn't taken me so long to cum to terms with this reality and give in to my desires. Celebrated my 52nd birthday by becoming a complete no limits cumdump. Now open to any cock and any load and LOVE TAKING POZ CUM DEEP IN MY ASS! Going to be a POZ PIG soon and can't wait.

Today I will take 3 loads from nice Thai boys. I will put the pictures on my Tumblr (Thai boys cum). The first boy will arrive at 4pm. A student of Bangkok university. Little body, and good ass too. Last time I let him fuck me, then I fucked him too, feeling his cum drip out of my whole when I was inside him. He also takes cum inside. At 6pm another boy comes. A bit older. He is straight but fucks me if I help him pay for his room. Good cock and he stays hard long time. Then at 7pm comes the third boy. That one I can ask to lick my ass. I clean my hole before he arrives so that he does not know that I was fucked already. But when he pushes his tong in my hole I guess he will lick the cum of the two other boys without knowing it. Then I let him fuck me. It's so great to feel his cock inside my ass already filled with cum. Good time coming...

As I am a big pig I luv bein piss fucked and dependin on the size of the loads n how hard I am bein fucked afterwards I can usuaaly keep it all up me for a few hours then I just have to let go whatever is left

There was one morning at about 7am a few years a go I had a guy cum then piss in my ass and I kept it in till almost midnight. It was so hot and a bit uncomfortable at the same time

A guy wanted me to fart while he fucked me, so ... I farted while he fucked me.

This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. My first attempt at this so sorry if it's lame. Normally this would be a rough draft but I'm afraid I'll never post it because I'll be too busy revising it. anyway, enjoy! My friend had joined a motorcycle club recently and since we're very close I usually found myself attending a lot of the parties they threw and even special club members only events. I got to know a lot of the guys pretty well. They seemed to have accepted me into their inner circle. unfortunately, this group of men is only a small chapter of the whole club and being good with them DOES NOT mean you're good with everyone, which i will soon find out. my journey began when i was asked to drive some members, including my friend, up to a convention the club was having.not seeing any downside I eagerly agreed. It was quite a drive but we filled the time by smoking a few bowls and sharing stories about the best fucks we've ever had, best tits, tightest pussy; I loved hearing my friends stories because i know hes got a nice 8 in cock that looks all the bigger given the fact that he's about 5' 8" weighing in around 124. Usually I don't find myself attracted to really skinny guys but for not ever working out he's got great tone. So Chris starts his story, and i start to find it hard to concentrate on the road. I recognized it immediately. Hes talking about the time he fucked his ex in the bed she shares with her husband. I know it well because anytime we're alone with some Tina I get him to show me the videos he took of that night. Thats when I saw his beautiful circumcised rod. Sadly for me, even after getting spun Chris still doesnt see me as an option for sexual relief. Mainly because he gets the worse tina dick I've ever seen. I start to feel my jeans get tight. Chris is in the passengers seat and immediately notices, I'm too preoccupied thinking about Chris' big white cock to see him pull out his phone and send me a quick text, "need me to take care of the huge boner for you?" I would have been embarrassed if we hadn't decided to show each other our hard cocks one night to compare. I get another text, "Never mind, I've only ever touched my own dick, Idk if i could handle your girth." He had about an inch on me in length but i had him on girth. I look over at him and roll my eyes. He flashes that sexy smile as I take our last exit. A lot of the convention was extremely exclusive, so i wasnt allowed to attend any of the functions, and since i had decided to be the driver for the weekend I couldnt leave the hotel room just in case i was called for a ride. Finally, just before midnight, i get a text from Chris saying there's going to be a get together at the main clubhouse and I should go. Dying of boredom and horny from the hits of Tina I just had, I quickly left for the party. As soon as i finish my first beer I realize that Im craving some Tina pretty bad. Knowing there had to be a dealer somewhere, I start going through the house trying to find my connect. It only took me about an hour before coming across and empty room with a single solitary bag of meth sitting on the nightstand. without thinking i make my way up to it and pick it up right as 3 members walk in. Back home a misunderstanding such as this would be easy to navigate, but at this moment i was just a stranger taking what isnt mine. they're all staring at me with a mixture of anger and confusion on their faces. I put the bag down, lower my head and try to leave but the door is quickly shut and locked, and finally the silence was broken," Is it my imagination, Bud, or did we just catch this faggot trying to jack my sack?" "Ya thats what it looks like to me, travis" replied Bud. " No I..." I tried to explain myself but was cut off by the third man. "hey maybe hes that "gift" we were supposed to get for finishing our last run so quickly, you know how these club sluts love their dope before taking some cock". I could see where this was heading and while id be more than happy to service these men individually, a group situation would certainly push my limits seeing as how I've never done that sort of thing. They start to take of their shirts exposing some rather impressive torsos. I knew I might really be in danger of just getting jumped by these men, but all I could think about was Travis' arching adonis belts, Buds hard hairy chest and Brad's massive biceps. At once they all grab me and hold me down on the bed, "hey maybe the whores just mad that it hasnt gotten its fix yet, Brad how about you fix him a needle?" Brad nodded and disappeared. I was no match for the two mountains of Aryan muscle lying on top of me, but I struggled to free myself; I had never slammed meth before. Hell, I only smoke it once or twice a month. When Brad returned I had decided I shouldn’t fight him. Im a pretty big guy but I was out numbered. Slamming cant be too different from smoking can it? End of Part 1 Part 2 It can and it was. I refused to watch them inject me, I was so angry to be treated this way for now reason other than bad timing, but all that faded away when the tourniquet was pulled from my arm. I felt a rush of warmth throughout my body, I was suddenly very aware of my fuck hole and how clothed I was. As my body relaxed I could here laughter. The men had stood up leaving me to lay on the bed writhing in desire. I tried to fight it; I didn’t want to be their fuck toy for the night, but my body needed cock. Brad was the last to take his slam. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and before he could finish I just blurted out, “Please fuck me! I’ll suck your cock, lick your boots and worship you, just please don’t let me leave this room without your loads in me”. I was staring at these men- no, they weren’t men anymore, they were gods and I knew I’d do anything to please them. One by one they dropped their pants. At that point I didn’t care how hung they were, but I was thrilled to see that my new masters, already all hard as diamonds, were probably going to wreck my hole with their tools. There’s nothing I love more than big, cut, white cock. I was salivating at the sight of Brad’s fuck stick which pointed straight forward, no curvature (not unlike chris’) about 9 in from his hard torso. Bud and Travis both looked about 8 in, but it was Bud’s huge low hanging balls that brought a smile to my face. Before I knew what happened I realized they had stripped me and laid me across the bed with my head hanging off just a bit. To my delight, Brad stepped up and quickly put his cock in my mouth. He went a few inches in and started to pull out and a twinge of sadness hit me; this poor man has this beautiful meat swinging between his legs and hes so used to females being so bad at oral that his natural instinct is to hold back. Well if ever there was a position made for deep throating a cock, it’s the one I was in so when I felt him pulling out I wrapped my arms around his legs and brought him back while also bringing my off the bed a bit to show him that im not an amateur. His surprised confusion turned into pleasure as the head of his cock pushed past the back of my throat, “Holy shit y’all, look at this shit. Ive never seen my cock go so far down someones throat!” I held him there with my nose in his musky taint, massaging his cock with my throat muscles for a little while just appreciating the moans of pleasure emanating from above me, “fuck! This feels just like a tight pussy!” he exclaimed. Bud decided he wanted to try out my “pussy throat” so he and brad started taking turns with it. Travis knew a good deep throat bj would be nice but he knew exactly what he was after. Travis is what you’d call an ass man. He loves watching a tight asshole reluctantly open up around his fat white cock, a sight hes been deprived of for several weeks now since his wife left him. I felt the weight on the bed shifting and I knew he was coming up to inspect my hole. Chris sucked his finger leaving a good amount of spit on it. He looked up at his fucktoy being used by his friends, sure that with a throat so loose he cant expect his fucktoy to keep his hole tight but when he brought his finger to his sluts fuck hole he found that pushing past the outer ring was a bit harder than he expected. He grinned. The best part about anal to travis is the pain his big dick causes as he forces it in. In the past he would have to drown his cock in lube, but for this new chem pig he decided rubbing a little bit of spit on his meat would suffice. He wondered if he’d make his pig bite down on his friends cock. I presented my hole for travis and felt him explore my pussy with his finger. I started wondering if he was just gonna tease me or—I couldn’t even finish my thought due to a mixture of blinding pain and indescribable pleasure. My mouth widened in shock which allowed more of Brads cock to enter. I’ve never felt a cock move so roughly in and out of my hole and if I was sober I probably would’ve hated it, but since I was still riding the wave of my first ever slam, the pain added to the pleasure. I could hear travis enjoying my tight hole, calling me a cock hungry chem pig, I loved it. I was just a warm wet hole for these real men to fuck. I gave Travis a squeeze with my hole which sent him over the edge. He slammed his cock deep into my body, I could feel his cock pulsing, shooting streams of his straight cum deep inside my pussy. Bud finished in my mouth as Brad made his way to my hole. “fuck Travis your cums leakin out of him like crazy, how long have you been holding that shit in?” Brad asked, “ almost two fuckin weeks! Its too bad this pig doesn’t live around here or id use that pussy everyday” Travis said as he found a chair to sit on while he waits for Brad to give this chemwhore a load. Brad flipped his fuck hole over so it was on its stomach and mounted him using Travis’ cum to slide his monster deep into the warm wet hole. Once he was in he started slamming his cock in which brought yelps of pain from his fucktoy. He could feel himself bottoming out, prompting him to slam his hips harder into the pigs round hairy cheeks. He was surprised how much he enjoyed fucking another man. Something about the hair surrounding his cock as he pistons his cock in and out, the sensation of having their balls collide with each thrust, and the complete disregard for how much pain he might be feeling kinda made Brad think that he could do this again. With the drugs wearing off, Brads deep long strokes were causing more pain than pleasure but I was still hungry for loads in my pussy so I squeezed down and started fucking back. Not long after that Brad clenched my ass and planted his hot seed inside me. I smiled as I felt his load fill me up. I laid on the bed in ecstasy as they got dressed and left. Before leaving Brad spun around and tossed the sack of meth at me and I could faintly hear him ask Travis, “So who’s sack was that anyway?” followed by laughter. I never told Chris about the encounter, he wouldn’t believe me anyway. Sometimes I’ll feel really ashamed for being such a slut for tina, But then I think of Brad’s 9 inches and im reminded that I’m just a slut for big cock and I can definitely live with that.

I go the adult bookstore every single fucking day. At the very least, I give a couple of blowjobs. I've given as many as 20. I love to get fucked thru gloryholes. I'm not keeping count. I've had so many fucking STDs it's ridiculous.

A true cum dump indiscriminately takes loads from any guy. I'm a hot guy with a great body and a great ass. I feel great about giving less-than-average guys ass they normally wouldn't get, and they show their appreciation in the way they fuck me and I am usually rewarded by not only getting some good dick, I also usually get another load in my hole. My norm is to get on all fours in my room at the bathhouse, my ass facing the open door way, and half the time don't even look back to see who is breeding me. I used to tell the few guys who will only fuck with a condom, "No thanks," but I've gotten to the point where I let those guys fuck me, but before they leave my room I make sure they dispose of the cum-filled condom by dropping it in the trashcan in my room, then, after they leave, I extract the cum out of the condom and push it into my hole. That turns me on too,because unknowingly the guy who fucked me safe still ended up breeding me in the end. Being a cum dump is not sex addiction, it's pure animalistic sexual pleasure. Take the societal moral judgment and brainwashing out of it and you'll quickly see what a great service you are providing to your fellow man and the immense enjoyment being a cum dump brings. Being a cum dump takes talent. It's not just taking dick, it's how you take dick. Tops won't readily repeat if you aren't a good bottom. It's no different than any talent you are born with. It's in my DNA. It's as much a part of me as are my blue eyes. It's the reason I cannot ever be in a monogamous relationship. I need all sizes of dick and all the different experiences that come with being fucked and breeded by multitudes of men. You can't get that from one man or even a few men. Just like we don't eat one type of food for every meal of every day, wear the same clothes everyday, or watch the same TV show everyday, our human nature is that we crave variety in everything. Variety is truly the spice of life. Anyone of an objective mind would have to agree. Guys who frequent the bathhouse on weekends know that I am a guaranteed cum dump they can use whenever they see me. That brings them comfort in knowing they have a guaranteed hot hole to breed. Sometimes as soon as they see me again, they immediately come to my room. Other times, they seek variety and default to me for their second or third load. Either way, I'm good. Establishing such a reputation at the bath house as a resident cum dump guarantees me a minimum number of tops who I can count on to breed me. You never know what each stay will bring. One recent night seemed very slow and then around 4:00 AM there was a rush of guys who bred me back-to-back, so I ended up getting six loads in the course of an hour. I never leave before my time expires, because every minute that remains is potentially another opportunity for a load.

Thanks guys for your comment, yes it was the honiest fucknight i ver had. A few weeks ago i went back, this time being pozz myself and loaded with toxic cum, it was still crowded and relaxed. That night i have put my dick in 25 different holes, all begging me to unload. since i took some chems, this was almost impossible to give, but after finding a nice butthole for a relay relaxed bottom guy who had been fulled with more then 10 loads in the darkroom/sling, i rimmed his ass empty and gave him my cum.(gr [profllebbutterffass a realy nice bttm)

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

I am actually in permanent chastity. it is riveted on

I love just walking in finding a hole up that has just gotten fucked and leaking the previous studs load, turns me on knowing how many guys have put their jizz in before me

I don't even think its degrading.... if they have their cock inside me they can call it whatever they want. Calling my hole a pussy is super hot from certain guys, (redneck, trashy, wiggers, thugs, cholos)(hell yeah!) but from other clean cut guys it just doesn't seem right but I'm not gonna be offended.

I would have voted none but even though I started very early I was 9. I was ready for it and was with a man that taught me how to have sex with older men and took over two years with dildos and plugs training my ass. I think a good average would be 12. At 12 I absolutely knew what I wanted and really genuinely enjoyed it too. Any earlier and a top could significantly damage a boy under 12 if he doesn't train him gently first.

Thanks y'all. This story has a long arc, so I planned quite a few chapters. It starts in 1998 and I'm operating on the premise that the BB party in Chaser is in 2012. As long as y'all still like it, I'll keep going. How It All Began (I Guess) Hi guys, I'm Zach. I'm 18, a senior in high school, 5'10", play soccer and baseball. I'm in pretty decent shape. I go to school on Long Island and live with my brother and my parents. My family is really religious (Jewish) and we go to temple all the time. I'm also gay. But I feel like my head wants to scream "gay, gay, gay, gay, gay" all the time. I'm not out. I can't be. My dad says stuff all the time about the gays not letting him get his work done because they are so gossipy and how they are always so sexual it's no wonder they have diseases. It's really kind of paralyzing. He doesn't ever care that my mom's brother died of AIDS or that my brother and I had a favorite teacher in school, Mr. Bennett who taught English, and he died of AIDS. My brother and I watched him get sicker in school over months and then one day he stopped coming. I cried and cried for a week. He was so handsome and so funny and smart. I'm going to be an English teacher when I grow up because of him. I just know it. But, damn, my dad can be such an asshole. I just really want to walk around the house sometimes or say at dinner, "I'm gay! Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay." But I don't. I'm in the closet to everyone. And of course, I'm a total fucking virgin. 18 and a virgin. Loser. Long Island has millions of people on it, but our world is small. I've grown up playing league sports - soccer and baseball - and going to local public schools, Hebrew school once a week until I was 13, and temple. It's the same group of people. I've known them my whole life. Sometimes people come and go, like my best friend 2 years ago; but mostly it's just the same people. I can't imagine coming out here. My parents would be so ashamed. Ugh. But, all that said, soccer and baseball definitely provide some sexual release. OMG! The guys arms in the baseball uniforms and the legs in soccer shorts. Drool. I've played on the same team with most of these guys since I was little, or went to Hebrew school, or......ok, you get the point. So, it feels weird that I totally perv on them and then go home and jerk off to them. I jerk off to me sucking their dicks and tasting their cum. I jerk off to feeling their bodies and them feeling mine. Eli is my favorite to jerk off too. We play soccer together. We've played together for 10 years. He is not the most popular guy. His brother is in college locally, so he hangs out with his brother's friends a lot and not really with the "group." He has tight curly light brown hair, a hairless body except for a treasure trail and some hair on his ass that I've seen in the shower. Ugh, his smile is so fucking sexy. Things changed with Eli last weekend. We had a great game the other day and Eli's brother was there. He used to play soccer with us. We beat the other team 3-2. It was close and we fought hard to keep the ball down field. We were a fucking sweaty mess when the game ended. There was Eli's brother smiling and cheering. It was great. He came over and said the parents were out of town and let's all do back to their place for pizza. Our parents, of course my dad wasn't there, all said yes and after we all got cleaned up I swear it was like a minivan caravan over to Eli's house. My mom and the other mom's stayed for a bit. Eli's brother opened a bottle of wine for them and then another. What we didn't know is that Eli's brother convinced some of the mom's to let their guys stay over and have beers and watch movies. There were about 10 of us left and Eli's brother when the mom's left. Eli told us our folks said we could stay over. I don't know when the pizza was ordered but it showed up just when our mom's were leaving and they all chipped in for the food - drunken Jewish suburban Long Island ladies looking for money in their purses and talking loudly. It's so embarrassing and so funny. I was sitting between Eli and one of the other guys and we were fucking rolling laughing. Pizza set up in the kitchen, Eli's brother opens the beer fridge. He says we could have beer as long as we stayed at the house. At first we were slow about it and then we were drinking faster. Eli loosened up and so did I. We were laughing a lot. They other guys had basically spread out in a circle in the living room and we played a stupid game of truth or dare for awhile. The most anyone did for a dare was I had to take off my shorts and shirt and stay that way the whole game and a couple of guys made other guys kiss each other. Fuck, that kissing made me hard and I had to cover myself with a pillow. Eli was the last guy to have to kiss another guy and he was told to kiss our goalie - Rich. I was so fucking jealous. I think I turned red and blushed because I felt my body get hot. After that, Eli's brother, Ian, turned on a movie. Boogie Nights. He popped some popcorn and we ate cold pizza. Eli, Rich and I (I wanted to stay close in case they kissed again) went to get more beers. Instead, Eli grabbed some whiskey and we made whiskey and cokes and went back to watch the movie. I was still in my boxers from the game. I couldn't find my clothes yet since the living room was dark. We went back and our seats on the couch were taken. So Rich laid down on the floor and Eli and I sat on the floor leaning our backs on the end of the other couch. We were drinking and our shoulders were touching. I was so crazy horny for Eli that I thought I would stop breathing. I just kept drinking my drink because I wanted to cool down but I didn't know it just made you warmer - I was thinking, "it's got ice in it. it's cold right. it should cool me off." Eli noticed I was empty and he asked if I wanted more. I said sure. He got up and put his hand on my bare shoulder as he stood. His hand felt so soft and nice. Eli came back with the drinks. It's the scene were Dirk shows the Colonel his cock. Eli hands we my drink, sits down right next to me, legs touching, arms touching and leans over and says, "That cock must be huge." I gulp my drink and say yeah. Eli puts his hand between us and I feel his fingers touching my naked thigh just below my boxers. I don't say anything. We watch the rest of the movie. Guys are falling asleep. Ian comes over to Eli, who moves is hand a bit for the first time, and says most of the guys are passed out down here. If there are guys awake once it's over, put them in the family room and the spare bedroom. If you need more space, I can take one of the guys in my room; but you shouldn't. Ian then says to me, "You should feel free to stay in Eli's room." I think Eli and I must've totally blushed. I was a little drunk and I stammered something like, no need. Ian said, "dude you're our guest, no worries." Then, Ian went to bed. We had one more drink and then we finished the movie and with that hot scene seeing Dirk's cock at the end I got hard. Eli, his hand back on my thigh and boxer shorts now, noticed. He smiled. He sent me to clean up in the kitchen a bit and he got the guys all sorted out. He came back in the kitchen as i was throwing out the plates and he said, "Ready for bed?" I said yes and he took my hand and we went upstairs and shut his door. He pulled me to him and kissed me. It was my first kiss from a guy ever. I was so into it. I almost cried. He felt so right. His hands were all over me and I was a bit stunned into inaction. He took off his shirt and put my hands on him. I rubbed my hands all over his shoulders and back and I kissed his neck and chest. As I lowered myself to kiss his chest, he put is hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently down to my knees. I looked up at him and he slid my hands down to the waistband of his shorts. I felt is rock hard cock. I looked Eli in the eyes, hesitated, and pulled is shorts and briefs off. It was Eli's cock. He said, kiss it. I did. He said, open your mouth. I did. He asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. I said yes. He sat on his bed, spread his legs and i slid my hands over is naked thighs and I literally moaned out loud and I took is cock in my mouth. I didn't really know what I was doing so I tried to blow it at first and he said, no suck it. I changed up and started sucking his cock. This is what I always wanted. I was sucking Eli's cock. It tasted salty and sweaty and like him. I kept at it for a few minutes and he said, "I'm cumming." I didn't stop sucking. I felt him blast in my mouth. I loved it. I kept sucking as I swallowed his load. I wanted it all. He had to push me off and said, "Hey it's sensitive after I cum." He stood me up and slid off my boxers and said turn around. I did. He said you have an amazing ass. I said thanks. He pulled me into bed and played with and stroked my cock and sometimes my ass. We talked about it being my first time. He kissed me and said I was good at it. He asked if I wanted to try something else. I asked what he was thinking and he said fucking. I said, I'm not ready. I've never done that. He kept stroking me and he kissed me a lot. He said, "I guarantee that you will cum if I fuck you." His cock was rock hard again. I was stroking him some. I was scared. He looked at me and kissed me hard. I let him roll me on my back and he reached over to the nightstand for some vaseline. He opened the jar, put some on my dick and on his dick. We stroked together and kissed. Then he pushed my legs open and I spread them. He put some more vaseline on his fingers and started to play with my ass. He kept saying how great an ass I have. The first finger hurt and I lost some of my erection. He stroked and kissed me more as he eased his finger in and out of me. One and then two. I winced at two and he said, "Let me know when two feels good with no pain Zach." In a few minutes, I told him there was no more pain. He added a more vaseline and put a third finger in my ass. I winced again, but then tought of something. Health class! We need water based lube. I asked if vaseline was water based. I said, "We need to use water based lube with condoms." He smirked and said, "Don't worry. We will. I'm just opening you up using this stuff because it works better. The water lube isn't as good for your first time." He was fingering me and stroking me and it made sense. I was stroking is lubed cock. He said, "Tell me wen you want my cock inside you." After a few minutes, I did. I wanted his cock so much. He said, "Do you have a condom?" I said, "Yes! Don't you!" He said, "My mom found my stash this morning before she left and took them. She said we need to have a talk when my parents are back." I said, "That sucks. I have one in my wallet." We both looked at each other, realizing that my shorts were somewhere else in the house. "Fuck!" we said in unison. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and laid on his back. My ass felt empty. We kissed and I knew he was disappointed. So was I. He was more distant now. Not even really touching me for the first time in hours. It felt so lonely there next to him, not talking or touching. I had just done so much and I wanted to do more. I looked at him. He was looking away from me and stroking his cock. I took some more vaseline and started stroking his cock for him. He stopped and looked at me. I got up and straddled him. Our cocks were touching. I started to kiss him again. I never wanted this feeling to go away. He was playing with my ass again and pulled me up his body some so he could finger me. He did and it felt so good having his fingers inside me again. Now there was one or two from both hands. I winced every once in awhile because it was awkward and he was stretching my asshole from both sides. I reached behind me because his cock had slid below me as he was fingering me. I stroked his cock as he fingered me. I put his cock on my ass cheeks as is fingers played with my ass. Eventually I was rubbing his cock on my ass crack and he was stroking my cock. I looked at him and kissed him a lot. Then I rose up and put his uncovered cock on my virgin ass. I sat down and his cock pushed past my first ring. I almost screamed in pain. But I had to hold it because the house was full of our friends. He added more vaseline and I lowered my ass slowly down his uncovered cock. I felt his hair on my ass. I was all the way down. He cock was inside me. I was in a lot of pain. I told him. He said, "The pain will go away, just wait." I kissed him and he stroked me. I started to move to ride his cock. I knew we should be using condoms, but I just wanted him. I didn't care at that point. I started riding more and more until I could hear the bed squeaking, him moaning and me moaning. I was rock hard and loving his cock in me. I loved him. I loved how he made me feel - sexy, wanted, desired, happy. I was getting close. He said he was going to cum. I went to get off his cock. He said, "Let me cum in your ass." I knew it wasn't safe to do that. But I kept riding his uncovered cock. I wanted him so much. He came inside me. I was in heaven. I felt him cum and it spurt in my ass. I kissed him to keep the noise down. I came when he kissed me back and shot all over his abs. I rested that way laying on him for a while, his cock in me, his cum inside me, and I was so happy. In a bit I got off him and we cleaned up and fell asleep in is bed. I was hooked. That felt so amazing.

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

Probably was Jackson Price he has some vids of himself slamming out there and posts bareback vids usually of him getting fucked anonymously on his xtube account they are hot. Here's his xtube page http://www.xtube.com/profile/stud4tops-356198

Part two: So I get up and get dressed and take my sore ass home only to lay in bed and start putting my fingers in my ass while I jacked myself off; I even scooped up my cum and ate it and falling right to sleep. Oh the dreams I must have had that night I woke up with a raging hard on and thought about jacking off, but remembered I had to be at this rest area by noon and it was 9:30, so I get up do my chores and the scene from the day before kept coming back in my mind that just a day ago I was straight and liked girls, and in less than 24 hours I had sucked another guys cock, and a black one at that; swallowed his cum and got fucked by another guy without a condom, was I gay now? I didn’t feel gay; but my cock kept getting hard at the thought of me getting fucked like a girl and sucking off another man!! At 11:30 I bail and head to the park; scared that if I am not there on time this guy would show up at my parents’ house! So I am walking down the road to where I was told to go and found an old brick building off the road, there were several cars parked around, some guys were reading the paper, some were walking along the road by their cars, and some were empty. So I walk into the men’s room and sure enough the white guy is standing there next to the sink; Drop your shorts so I can see if you got underwear on, I start to look around and he yelled, NOW BITCH! I thought I was going to faint not knowing if anyone else was there, but I did what he said and showed him I didn’t have any underwear on. Take off your shorts and give them to me now bitch, then get in the cubicle. So I do it so he wouldn’t yell at me again, since I was no match for him since I was only 140 pounds at 5’11, I was called skinny Minnie in school, and hated confrontation. So I get in the stall and sit down,with only my sneaker on and the white guy comes in the stall with me and asks my name; so I tell him it was Chris, Dan is mine he stated, then he pulled down he pants and told me to get to work, I asked him if it was safe, at this point he grabs me by the throat and pushes me back against the wall and said you are a mans bitch now, you don’t ask, you just do; Understand you fucking bitch? All I could do was nod, as he let me go, he again told me to get to work, I grabbed his cock and started to suck on it. As I was sucking he gave me a bottle and told me that they call them poppers, like the one you had yesterday. So I inhale some and got a rush and started to work a little harder on sucking him, he said that is a good piggy bitch. The guy then pulls out this pipe and puts the lighter under it and starts to hit it a couple of times. He then told me it was my turn, well I don’t smoke, but is was to scared to tell him that; so he put the pipe to my lips and I inhale and started coughing really hard but within minutes I as so fucking high, I didn’t care who came in. I started sucking him for all it was worth but he pulled his cock from my mouth, opened the stall door and told me to go lean over the sink!! I walk over to the sink not caring who sees me and he tells me to spread em, sounded like a cop getting ready to search me. I look back and he is getting finger full of lube and dipping it into the same bag as yesterday and starts to push it up my horny as hell ass, I even found myself pushing back enjoying the feeling. I kept feeling higher and higher with every second, I was almost pleading with the guy to fuck me. He starts to laugh and told me I would be a pure cumdump in no time! He then lined his cock up and pushed in and I just laid my head on the sink submitting to another man who was now making me his bitch to breed and use, and I was loving it. Dan as now going to town tell me how tight of an ass I had and I would be well known in the park before the end of summer. I soon found out what he ment. Dan started to really slam his cock in my ass and I was now telling him how much I loved the feel of his cock and fuck me and use me anyway he wanted; again he laughed and said he planned on it. I hit the poppers again and was in overdrive pushing back, Dan asked me if I wanted his load pumping in me, OH GOD YEEEEEES!! FUCK ME PLEASE, cum in me, he then said I was about to get knocked up again with his babies, all I could do is beg him to impregnate me, put your babies in me, knock me up make me your bitch!!! I then felt that strange swelling and him breathing hard as he told me he was cuming in my piggy bitch ass and I would know it soon enough if I got knocked up!! All I could think of was carrying his baby in my belly and smiled as he pulled out knowing I was now a man’s property to use for their sexual pleasures! Dan told me to turn around and clean his cock off, I didn’t even think were his cock had been, I just got down on my knees and licked and sucked it clean. He then handed me my shorts and told me to put them on and to follow him, I of course did without worry………..

It was an experience a few years ago that resulted in me giving up on offering condoms to let men fuck me. I was in Germany getting fucked by a guy through a glory hole. He fucked me for several minutes and I was really enjoying it (in spite of the condom). He slowed down briefly. I assumed he wanted better access and I wanted deeper penetration anyway. So I spread my cheeks and shoved my ass into the hole so that part of my cheeks were through to his side. It was what he wanted. He began deep thrusting my ass. I was in heaven. He went on for two or three minutes, then stopped. He stayed in my ass for a couple of minutes. I was puzzled but figured he just needed a rest. Then he pulled out and left. I turned around and bent over to look into his booth. the door was open and he was gone. Damn. What the hell? I got on my knees and kept waiting for another man to satisfy my anal needs. No one came. So I stood and put my underwear back on. I felt wetness around my hole. I stupidly assumed it was lube from the condom. But it smelled and tasted like.... cum. What? I panicked, went out to the bathroom and reached back to wipe up is nut away. He had bitten the end of the condom off and gotten his bare cock head in my ass. All I felt was the rubber along his sheath -- but he had fucked me with a bare -- cum depositing -- cock head. Sneaky bastard. Back to the the bathroom --- I did not notice an intimidating German bear walk in. I was embarrassed. He just looked at me, reached between my cheeks and gave me a big smirk. So you are a barebacking bitch he said in his heavy German accent. "No, no. Some guy" --- his hand went to my mouth. And he told me in German to be quiet. He said to me in German "let's go slut" and led me back to a larger booth where he pushed me inside, closed the door, pushed me to my knees and fished out his cock. I kneeled there in front of this hairy, beefy German, feasting on his sausage with another guys sperm swimming in my unprotected ass. He only let me suck on it for a few moments before he pulled me up, pulled my pants down, swung me around and bent me over the stool. I looked over my shoulder and began to say "condom, ples...." when his open hand came crashing down on my face. Stunned I did not know what to do. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up and around so that were were facing each other, me tearing up. Then he grabbed hold of each of my nipples and squeezed them so hard I began to cry. After about 30-45 seconds of the nipple torture, he said "don't ever again mention a condom. I never fuck my bitches anyway but bare. Verstehest du? (Do you understand). I nodded and said yes Sir. He turned me around and bent me back over. Then he shoved his massive uncut cock into my ass in one stoke. I moaned loudly. This only made him pleased. He rode me HARD. It was awkward bent over the stool but I dared not complain. After several minutes of deep thrusting he rammed me deep and shot the second load into my ass. When he pulled out I was ready to rush off to the bathroom and try to clean the loads out. But he stopped me and told me to stay put, don't talk and take whatever enters my ass. My heart froze. He left the booth and I could tell he did not close the door. I reached back and found gobs of cum oozing out my ass. I brought it to my face and in the dim light I saw blood on my hand. Now I was panicking. But I never got a chance to get up as I heard the door close behind me. I dared not look around. My next lover unzipped, rubbed his cock against my rosebud for a short while then shoved it in. He fucked me several minutes before dumping his load in my ass. Then a third guy followed the same routine. The fourth guy paused a moment, I could hear him chuckling. Again, I was still facing the dark corner, bent over the stool when I felt the cold steel of his Prince Albert push against my ass. I was ready to climb out of my skin. He was NOT gentle. I had never been fucked by a guy with a PA before. I was whimpering with each bare thrust in my ass. He had a lot of energy and clearly relished fucking my cum-filled ass raw. Finally he finished rutting and ripped his cock out of my ass. I was broken, exhausted, humiliated, filled with cum and tear stained. The Bear finally came back and told me to get dressed. He made me follow behind him to his car and told me to not say a word until he gave me permission. He drove to his house and parked his Mercedes in the garage. Needless to say I had an owner, whether I was looking for one or not. My ass was really raw and filled with cum. The PA must have ripped me up since there was a fair amount of blood. But my owner would not let me bath. He took me to his bed and I spent my first night as his bitch. In the morning I learned how each day was to start. He used my mouth as a urinal, I blew him and he fucked me. After spending the night fucking me several times, the last fuck in the morning was difficult. But I took it. He drove me to the train and gave me a cell number to call later in the day. And so began my life as a bottom bitch for a German bear. I was his bitch for over two wonderful, sleazy years. He never used condoms on me and passed me around freely. It was amazing I did not turn poz. But I became a cum junkie barebacker instantly. I miss my bear but think of him when men ejaculate in my ass.

The issue is that some people are into "daddies" from an early age. You're asking some of them to wait a long time to even begin experimentation... It's a tricky thing though...

so i'd say 15-17 is a good average.