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Hi All, I have a gangbang coming up (something a friend has arranged because it's always been a fantasy). There will be 12 Tops - and the rules have been sen (no beating, blood etc.). My friend will give me whatever I need to stay high and horny so I can take all 12 (or more) loads. I've never done a gangbang and would appreciate any advice? I know what to do with he physical prepping. Just want to be a good bottom taking every load.

I was recently at a Cum Union party and met up with one of my porn industry buddies and asked him about making a video. I am vers so I thought it would be cool to be the bottom for once. Well it seems that black bottom videos don't sale that well, but black tops does. I found this revaluation interesting, because nobody at this party seemed really into fucking the black bottom guys, but the moment I pull my cock out everyone wants me to top. Maybe I am just looking too much into it or people are just not into black bottoms? So in porn or in general are guys not into black bottoms?

Newest staff member part 2 Training “That’s everything.” The younger Riley said, after setting down the last of three duffle bags on the floor of the small guest bedroom located in the basement of the older man’s house. Mr. Marx, as he had told the boy to call him, was surprised that Riley didn’t have more stuff, but remembering his less than spectacular background, he figured the boy was lucky to leave with as much as he did. “Well, now that you’re moved in,” Mr. Marx aid, motioning for the boy to follow him. “Perhaps you’d like a tour of the premises while I explain your duties?” “Sounds awesome!” Riley responded, practically bouncing around the house as his new host/employer showed him the rest of his large estate. The young man was sufficiently impressed by the amazing décor and expansive size of the house, making comments like “wow” and “holy shit” each time Marx opened a door to reveal yet another bedroom, or bathroom or even just the occasional closet. He was told he was welcome in every room of the house except one: the basement “store room.” In actuality the store room was really a small dungeon Marx had built with a sling, giant tv, shelves and shelves full of leather and other fun sex toys and costumes and some very well hidden cameras (just like those he’d installed in the boy’s bedroom and bathroom). Eventually he knew he’d end up letting the kid see what was in the dungeon, but not until his indoctrination was well under way. In the mean time he couldn’t have the boy snooping around and accidentally getting scarred off. As Marx expected, the explanation of the boy’s duties around the house and grounds were going in one ear and out the other as long as the two of them were looking around, so he was glad he had thought ahead to have them printed up for the young man to go over later once they were through with the tour. He didn’t expect the boy to be so excited by the site of his pool and hot tub that he found himself listening his pleas for the two of them to jump in right that minute. Unable to say no to the beaming boyish smile and begging eyes, he nodded yes and before he could say “lets change into our suits and meet back here,” the boy had already slid off his shirt and pushed his shorts down to his ankles and jumped in wearing only the tightest old pair of white briefs that Marx had ever seen. Not one to stand on ceremony, Marx shed his shirt and khakis and followed suit, doing a cannonball in just the black bikini briefs he’d worn to help hold down his dick in case it got hard (which was a constant threat around such a handsome young stud). The two Rileys swam and splashed for almost an hour before they hopped out in order to take a rest in the hot tub, giving Riley Marx an opportunity to get a peek at Riley Dawson’s bulge in his soaked, thus see-through, white undies. Just as the photos from his friend’s account hinted, there was nary a hair anywhere on the boy from the neck down, except for a whisp under each arm and a slight, blondish treasure trail, leading to a heavy cut dick, which was gently tucked down the right side of the briefs, over two, perfectly peachy orbs. His own man sized meat was stiffening rapidly at the sight of the boy’s bulge, not to mention the almost impossibly perky bubble butt pressed in the rear of the briefs, and Marx thanked his lucky stars that his own underwear choice gave him some discretion as he sank into the hot water and started the jets. “As much fun as that was Mr. Dawson,” Marx began, once he was sure the bubbles were thick enough that the boy couldn’t see him readjust his cock below the water. “I’m afraid I can’t have you taking swims in such skimpy attire.” The young man looked confused as he climbed carefully over the side and sat on the edge, submerging only his calves and feet, leaving his crotch at eye level with the older man. “Skimpy what?” Riley asked, kicking his legs lazily as he put a towel around his shoulders and arms, making Marx notice his farmer’s tan for the first time. “Attire.” Marx repeated, tearing his eyes from the boy’s meat and forcing himself to look the young man in the eyes. Catching the still lost look on his 18-year-old smooth face, he realized the boy had no idea what he meant, so he continued. “What I mean is, if you’re going to swim in the pool or take a dip in the outdoor hot tub, you need to wear a bathing suit. Even with the distance between my house and the edge of the property and my 8 foot tall privacy fence, I still have neighbors who’s second floor windows look over my property and I can’t have them glancing over here and catching you in those tiny, transparent briefs. It might give them the wrong idea, understand?” “Oh jeez, I’m sorry!” The boy said, looking down and finally realizing just how transparent his underwear had become. Blushing red from his cheeks down to his toes, he slid slowly into the tub until he was covered up to his chin. “I didn’t realize. Please don’t kick me out sir, I promise I’ll be more careful!” “I’m not going to fire you Mr. Dawson.” Marx said, hoping to stop the tears that had formed in the boy’s eyes before he began truly crying. Obviously the kid was used to stern and sudden punishment for any infraction on the rules, and while that might come in handy in the bedroom, he had no desire to make the boy cry over something as stupid and inconsequential as swimwear. “All I ask is that you wear a swim suit, no need to get upset.” “Anything you say” Riley swore, quite serious and still on the verge of crying. This assurance made Marx’ cock expand in his briefs, and he thanked his luck again for the color and the bubbles that kept him concealed. His dirty mind was picturing all sorts of nasty deeds included in “anything he said” as he slid over next to the boy and patted him on the back to make him feel better. He only came back to reality as the boy’s soft post-pubescent baritone continued to speak. “The thing is Mr. Marx…The thing is Sir, I…I don’t have a, uh…” “Yes?” Marx leaned in closer to hear, using it as an excuse to put his arm around the young man and pull him closer. “I don’t own a swimsuit.” Riley Dawson admitted, swallowing hard as he finished and turning his ashamed gaze to meet Riley Marx. The older man was tempted to kiss the sweet strawberry-red lips of his new house-boy, but held back in order to hear an explanation, which he finally got after a stern-voiced inquiry. In an avalanche of words, the boy repeated the tale of his hard childhood and how he had to share anything he had with his siblings, both older and younger. As it turned out, he was the smallest guy in his family, so any hand me downs where too big for him until the same time his younger brother could wear them, which meant he had to share, and since his younger bro was more popular and a better swimmer, he inherited his older brother’s swimsuit, and all Riley got was an old speedo his dad had worn when he was on the high school swim team back in the nineties. Once he told his family he was moving out and going to school, his brothers and dad went through his stuff and took anything they deemed to be theirs, which included most of his underwear, nice clothing and even the old speedo. To his ever-growing embarrassment, he admitted that most of the stuff in his duffle bags was worn-out, too small, torn or stained, and he was hoping to spend his first pay check to get more clothing so he wouldn’t embarrass himself. When he was all done, he turned back to Marx with a look on his face that seemed to say ‘you can fire me now.’ Instead the older man pulled his young friend into a hug and squeezed tight as he expressed sympathy and admitted that he, too, had once been broke and also hailed from a large family that mistreated and ignored him. He went on to confide how he’d found a job with a wealthy man in his tiny town and worked hard and a few years later got his GED and eventually graduated from college and became a recruiter with the company who employed him now. “…And after years on the road building a solid work force and training young men like you how to become professional tech-execs, I am finally being promoted to full partner in a few weeks, and will be able to work from my home office a few hours each day making almost half a million each year for the rest of my life, and that’s after taxes!” “That’s amazing dude! I mean, Mr. Marx, sir!” Riley said, smiling as the weight of his own past seemed to slowly lift off his muscular lily-white shoulders. Had he heard the whole story, including how the wealthy man from the small town had whored Marx’ ass out to help him raise the money for college, or what he had to do in order to get the job (involving some video cameras, leather chaps and hoods, roofies, and a dozen men from the company’s board of directors), chances are that young Riley Dawson wouldn’t have been so quick to accept the older man’s guarantee that it would all work out. Luckily, Marx had a plan to slowly introduce these elements to the boy in such a way that by the time the kid enrolled in classes next semester, he’d be in too deep to walk away. “How about we make a deal?” Marx said, changing the subject back to what the boy would wear while at the house. “You wear the polo and khaki shorts you wore to the interview or anything that will keep you covered and somewhat professional looking while working, and when I get back next Friday from my final recruiting trip, we will go shopping for some nice clothes and a swim suit all your own, on me. Seems only fair, since I am requiring a uniform, I should pay for it.” “Seriously?!?!” Riley beamed. “Seriously.” Marx agreed, beaming just as big from watching the kid’s reaction. “Consider it a signing bonus. And until then, you can use the hot tub in the poolhouse if you want to take a dip, no suit required!” “Thank you so much sir!” Riley shouted, throwing his arms around the older man. Marx was once again semi-hard at the thought of watching the kid try on clothes, and the added contact of the slippery kid pressed against him was only making matters worse. He was about to pull away before the boy noticed, when he felt something poking him in the stomach, and leaned in to make sure he wasn’t wrong about what it was. Sure enough the kid was rock hard in his tighty whiteys and throbbing as he hugged his new benefactor. “Wow, you really are a grateful boy, aren’t you?” Marx said softly, hitting the button to turn off the jets and rocking his hips just enough that their two erections met under water and sent a jolt up each mans’ spine. Embarrassed once more, the teen shot backwards to the opposite side of the tub while spouting apologies and lame explanations until Marx smile and put the boy at ease. “Don’t worry, it was just a reaction to the warm jets, mine got hard too.” “It did?” Riley asked, looking down while keeping his hands firmly pressed over his own turgid cock. “Yep, natural reaction when you combine human contact and warm bubbles, see?” taking a huge chance, Riley Marx made sure he was facing away from the one neighbor who could see his hot tub from their upstairs windows, then lifted himself up until his slightly-less-stiff, underwear-clad dick broke the surface of the water. He held himself there for a few seconds, enjoying the wondrous look in the teen’s eyes as he took in every inch of the man’s semi-erect penis, pushing out the side of black calvin klein bikini briefs. Marx knew that he was at least an inch short of full 9 inch length at this point, but even so his cock was quite impressive. Once he knew the teen had a good long look, he sank back under the water and smiled nonchalantly as if he showed his hard cock to other guys all the time. “Holy shit Sir!” Riley said, a little too loudly, before realizing why Marx had faced the direction he had when he stood up, and moving back next to the man, then continuing in a whispery, half voice. “That thing is huge, must be twice the size of mine.” “I don’t believe that Riley,” Marx said, trying to build the boy’s confidence and downplay the fact he’d practically just flashed the straight teen. “Young stud like you? I bet you’re at least 7 inches.” “I wish!” Riley said, blushing again. This back and forth continued for a few minutes until finally the teen looked back and forth over his shoulder and unceremoniously stood up with his hands on his hips. Riley Marx had to hold in a gasp as the young erection broke the surface of the water and practically glowed as it stretched the waistband of the too-small briefs from the skin of the boy wearing them. He failed to keep the gasp in when Riley Dawson took one more look around and slid the elastic under his balls leaving his hard-on and perfect teen testes bouncing in the breeze. If it was smaller than 7 inches, it wasn’t by much. Marx had seen and held a lot of hard cocks in his 43 years on this earth, since the wealthy man’s dick all the way back when he was just a teen boy himself, and he could estimate thickness and size without much more than a passing glance. In the 20-30 seconds the teen stood exposed in the center of the hottub, marx managed to memorize every vein and shadow, each curve of the head and balls, every whispy blond hair (all 14 of them on the sack, and two or three dozen in the small patch above the cock base). This dick was perfect in every way, and if he could be sure the neighbors weren’t watching, he’d have reached out and taken it down his throat right then and there. Instead he watched and memorized as the teen recovered himself and sank back into the tub, claiming victory in his insistence he wasn’t yet 7 inches with a firm “Told ya…Sir.” “Yes you did Riley, yes you did.” Marx lifted his jaw up from where it had fallen almost to his feet and suggested they get out and head inside. Choosing to dry off in the poolhouse, they talked about random things like pool-cleaning procedure and expected duties until Riley Dawson asked about the second floor of the poolhouse. “That’s my office,” Marx said, returning to his professional voice. “Only I go up there unless I have a client over, understand?” “So it’s like the store room in the basement sir?” the boy asked, innocently. “Not exactly,” Marx corrected him. “The store room is…personal. I may let you see it someday soon, once we know each other better, but my office is my business space. It is extremely important that no one be in there without me, since sensitive and confidential work files are kept on the server in there, understand?” “Yes Sir, Mr. Marx.” Riley Dawson said, smiling as he did a little salute, looking adorable in his somewhat-dry briefs and a towel thrown over his shoulder. As he turned to pull on his street clothes, Mr. Marx handed him a robe and told him they’d toss their clothes in the washer and head inside. With almost inhuman lust, he watched the teen as he slid the briefs from under the robe and put them with his shorts and shirt in the metal basin in the washing machine just off the mudroom of the pool house. As the boy collected his shoes, he missed the older man slide the briefs into his robe pocket before adding his own clothing and starting the load. While the two Rileys made their way inside for dinner, the younger continued with questions about his duties, referring to the older man again and again as “Mr. Marx” or “Sir.” “You know after all we shared this afternoon,” Riley Marx interjected between questions. “It seems bizarre to have you calling me ‘Mr. Marx’ or ‘sir’ all the time.” “I know, but you said not to call you Riley” The teen reminded him. “Especially in front of your guests or neighbors, since it might seem inappropriate.” “You’re right about that Kid,” Marx said, handing the boy some take-out menus to choose from, since he wouldn’t expect the boy to be able to cook for him until he’d trained him. “Do you have any nicknames? Or a middle name?” the younger Riley asked, while deciding on pizza. “Not really,” the older man said, booting up the pizza app on his phone and putting in an order. “In school I was Ry-Guy, but that’s a little too familiar. Same with my middle name, Andrew.” “I know!” Riley spouted excitedly, as he set the table for the two of them. “How about your initials? R.A.M….I could call you RAM!” “That sounds…perfect,” Marx, aka RAM, smiled, his cock getting hard again at the double entendre of the new nickname. “Just make sure you still call me Sir in front of any guests unless I tell you otherwise okay kid?” “Yes sir, RAM, sir.” Riley Dawson smiled for a moment, before something else crossed his mind and he frowned once more. “But what will you call me? After all you can’t refer to me as Riley cause people would wonder why we have the same name.” “Well as far as anyone knows you are my nephew so it’s not too weird,” RAM replied. But as he caught the disappointed look on his young charge’s face, he gave in once more. “I guess you’re right about that too, so what should I call you? Robert?” “No way RAM sir,” Riley insisted. “That name just make me think of my father. My middle name is Ian, so you could call me by my initials: R.I.D. RID!” “Nah, sounds too much like bugspray,” RAM thought out loud. “You could go by Ry-Guy or Ry or Riles or Rino or Ian or Dawson or pretty much whatever name you want kid.” “That’s it!” Riley said, as enthusiastic as before. “What? Dawson?” RAM asked the boy while secretly watching his sweet ass bend over the table to fill the glasses with water. “No, KID!” Riley said, turning and sprinting back over to RAM, unaware that his speed caused his robe to open, leaving him standing nude in front of RAM as he explained himself. “You’ve been calling me Kid all day and that’s what my Uncle Jesse used to call me before he moved away, probably cause he couldn’t remember which nephew I was, but still! No one would ever doubt an uncle calling his nephew kid, and when some nosey neighbor asks us who I am, I can pretend like I hate it and remind you ‘I’m not a kid anymore sir!’ It’s perfect!” RAM was so caught up enjoying the boy’s bouncing cock and balls he’d have agreed to anything right that second, so they sealed it with a hug. Riley Marx, 43 yr old business man would be RAM sir, and Riley Dawson, 18 yr old struggling student and soon-to-be seduced stud would be Kid. That night, after they donned some shorts so the delivery guy wouldn’t freak, the two men smoked a little weed from a big bong (once RAM convinced the kid that it was cool and wouldn’t get him fired), then downed a whole extra-large pizza and 3 glasses of jack and coke a piece. Finally around midnight, they found themselves passing the bong back and forth as RAM showed Kid how to work all the remotes in his home theatre, and watching some b-movie with ridiculous physical humor and as much nudity as RAM thought Kid could handle. They shared some more confessions about their pasts, laughed a lot, and concealed the stiff rods they each threw in their skimpy shorts. When the movie ended, RAM turned off the giant tv screen, and they left to go to their separate rooms, but not before the kid threw his arms around his benefactor and thanked him again for letting him move in, helping him save for school, etc. etc. “Seriously Mr. Mar- I mean Ram sir,” the kid almost cried again now, but tears of happiness and relief, so Ram felt no need to stop him. “I don’t know what I would do if you hadn’t offered to help me like this. If I can do anything to repay you, anything at all, just tell me and I will do it.” “Just do the job for now kid,” Ram replied, happy to feel the kid was semi-hard again. “That’s all you need to do…for now.” After leaving the kid in the basement, RAM silently dashed out to the pool house and climbed the stairs to his office. Punching in his 6 digit code and inserting the key from around his neck, he let himself in and hit the switch on the wall. One overhead light turned on, casting the large room in a soft, yellow glow. On a far wall, the over-sized bed sat in rubber sheets, an empty leather cuff at each corner, with three cameras trained on it. Each camera was attached to a tv screen across the room at the desk. Those three sat above another three screens, six in all, which held security cam views on the left and the right, with the bottom-center screen revealing a normal PC desktop. Sitting at the Desk, RAM typed in a password and clicked on an unnamed icon in the bottom corner of the screen. Like magic, the lights over the bed went off, the cameras turned off and all but the desktop screens changed from their previous shots and filled with new images. On the top left: a shot of the kid’s bedroom from the webcam on the desktop computer at the desk, showing the desk chair, room view and good angle on the full bed in the far corner. Top middle: a hidden cam in the light fixture directly over his bed. Top right: a view from a camera hidden behind the mirror in the corner furthest from the bed, showing the rest of the room, including the old weight bench and mirrored closet doors angled to show the rest of the room. Bottom left: a hidden camera from the mirror in his bathroom, giving a nice wide angle view of his locker room style shower (all three heads), toilet, urinal troff long enough for two or three guys at once and double sinks. Bottom right: switchable camera view from over each shower head, as well as direct shots over each drain in the urinal and even a shot from the vent over the toilet to get standing/sitting views on the john. RAM pulled out his glass bubble, torch and a bag of tina as he scrolled through some alternate shots on the center screen including two views in the sauna, two views of the steam room, one view from inside the walk-in closet, one from the laundry room, one view from above the bathtub off the bathroom, and cameras down the hall, in the theatre, on the stairs, a bunch from the home gym and all 10 different cams from the “store room.” He chose to ignore the outdoor cams, main floor cameras, and second floor cameras, scrolling back until he found what he was looking for. The shot from inside the walk-in closet showed the kid sitting on the floor, going through his three duffle bags, unpacking, as it were. It looked to RAM as though the kid was taking each item of clothing and deciding what to keep, what to wash, and what to get rid of. The pile of stuff to get rid of was obviously the biggest and now all the kid had was a new pack of white socks (still in the plastic with a receipt stuck to the adhesive strip keeping them shut), his wrinkled polo shirt, two white wifebeaters, a short-sleeved light blue oxford, a pair of black slacks with a tear at the knee, a pair of blue jeans with some work-out spots, a pair of jean cut-offs, small white rolled fabric that RAM guessed to be more briefs, one pair of well used, but very clean white tennis shoes, and one pair of well-worn but freshly shined black wingtips that looked about two sizes too small for the kid. Combined with the shirt, shorts and (unbeknownst to the kid) “borrowed” briefs in the pool house laundry, and the robe he was once again wearing, and that was all the kid owned…or so RAM thought. As he lit his torch and took a hit from the pipe, he watched as the boy unzipped the third duffle bag. RAM assumed this would contain sheets or towels or something like that, since he hadn’t told the kid he’d be providing those for him until the kid showed up that afternoon. As he expected, out came a stained, crusty looking old towel, but unexpectedly, it unrolled in the kid’s hands, revealing a small gym bag with the name of a local high school. From inside the bag, which seemed to have a busted zipper, the kid pulled an unidentifiable spandex garment, a balled up white cotton piece, a crappy weed pipe, an old zippo lighter, a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant spray, a comb, and a bar of soap. Last item from the bag was what looked like a lanyard with something on the end that seemed familiar but was too small to recognize without seeing it on one of the better cams. As luck would have it, the kid decided to ball up all of the stuff and walk to the bathroom. Once under the lights and HD cams in the bathroom, RAM realized the thing on the end was a small camera. From the looks of it, the camera was an older model gopro, far more expensive even after the newer models came out, than this kid could possibly afford. He was so invested in imagining how he got the camera and what he filmed with it, he almost missed it as the kid dumped the toiletries on the counter and walked out the door between the urinals and the showers, making his way down a small hall past the sauna and steam room and walking into the well-lit gym. As RAM watched, bug-eyed, the kid tossed off his robe and the thin cotton plaid boxers he wore when the pizza arrived, and reached for the clothes he’d found in his gym bag. First the white cotton bundle turned out to be a dirty, disgusting old safeTgaurd brand jockstrap, obviously not originally belonging to the kid, as it was almost too big around the waist, and the pouch was so well worn that it barely contained his package. Second was the spandex mystery outfit. As the kid began to step into the legs, RAM forgot his massive hardon begging for attention, and felt some betrayal. “He said he didn’t have a swimsuit!” He accused out loud to his empty office, while watching the teen pull the spandex up his baby-fat-covered thigh muscles. His anger melted away as the spandex stretched further up until it passed the waist line for any normal bathing suit and kept going. Suddenly some straps appeared and began stretching over the kid’s smooth chest and it dawned on RAM that what he thought was a swimsuit was nothing of the sort. There was no doubt as the kid finished dressing himself that what RAM assumed was a bathing suit or speedo was really something much more fun: a regulation high school wrestling singlet. Emblazoned across the chest was the same high school crest from the gym bag, it reflected the bright gym lights against the schools colors that made up each inch of the garment. Forest Green, black and white from the mid-thigh up to the perfectly framed boy-bulge, around each low-cut arm hole, and tightening sharply as each strap crossed the hairless pecs, shoulders and wound down his chisled back steadily-shrinking to the tiny waist. The only fabric that seemed stressed by the part that it covered was the butt, where the kid’s ample cheeks strained the bright green spandex, turning it into a lighter, more pastel green when he bent or flexed. As the teen began his work out, RAM placed the briefs he’d stolen over his nose, and began to jerk while he took a couple big hits from his pipe, filling the air full of tina clouds, strained through the thin white cotton from the briefs. Imagining the teen’s tight ass sliding down onto his huge organ sent him over the edge and he shot his massive load all over himself. Once his breathing returned to normal, he wiped the cum up with the tighty whiteys and thought to himself ‘when I get back next weekend, I will ruin that teen ass!’

CLICK. The door slowly swings open inward, and I step into the apartment. Slipping the key back into the pocket of my shorts, I look around furtively as I close the door behind me, as quietly as possible. Good - no lights on, no sign of anyone here, I think with relief. When your buddy is the superintendent of a huge apartment building on the wrong side of town, you can get away with all kinds of shit. Tom clues me in on when his residents are away, gives me his copy of their key, and I grab whatever I can. He gets a third of the profits, since he's not taking as much of a risk as I am. He says this apartment belongs to a guy who lives alone. Seems like kind of a shy, nerdy type. Works some kind of IT job, keeps to himself. I don't ask too many questions - sounds like an easy target to me. If by chance he's there when I hit his place I'm sure I can clock him and get away before he has a chance to get at me. I pass the kitchen and head for the living room. Nothing promising here - books, TV, desktop computer. No laptop or iPad, nothing small and easy to grab. I decide to check the bedroom and circle back if there's nothing there. Suddenly there's a loud SMACK and the back of my head explodes in pain. Stunned, I drop to my knees. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" I turn to look behind me and I'm immediately greeted by a fist to the right side of my face. I hit the floor. A strong pair of hands grabs me - one under my arm, and the other around my neck - and lifts me off the floor, and I get a good look at him for the first time. He's shorter than me - looks about 5'5" - wearing the typical IT guy uniform of khakis, a short sleeve dress shirt and tie, and glasses. Brown hair, weathered face, looks to be about 40. But holy shit, his chest and arms are bulging against his shirt. Fucking Tom...he didn't tell me the guy was a little fucking beast, I think. "You breaking in here to steal some shit? Huh? ANSWER ME, you fucking punk!" Still reeling from two quick blows to the head, I say nothing. I'm unsteady on my feet as it is, and his hand is crushing my windpipe. I'm seeing stars as I start to go down again. "No one fucking breaks into my place and gets away with it." He wrenches me around by the arm and hurls me backward over the back of the sofa. "ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE! What the fuck are you doing in here??" His face is right in mine, so much so that his spit is all over my face. He eases his grip on my neck. "You're in here to steal my stuff, aren't you? Thought you could get away with it?" I stutter "Y- yeah." He grins wickedly. "Well too fucking bad for you that I caught you!! Now you're going to pay for it!" He grabs both arms and flips me over, so I'm flung face down over the back of his sofa. He pins both of my hands behind my back with one hand. I realize he's incredibly fucking strong, and even if I wasn't likely concussed he would have been able to overpower me pretty quickly in a fight. But despite knowing this, instinct kicks in, and I struggle against his grip, twisting my arms in an effort to free my hands and trying vainly to gain my balance enough to kick him in the nuts. "Oh no you don't!!" With his free hand, he smacks me across the back of the head again. Then he lands a blow to my right side, near my kidney. It completely takes the wind out of me. Suddenly, to my shock, he grabs the waistband of my gym shorts and rips them down to my knees in one quick motion. I'm left in just a t-shirt and my briefs. What the fuck is he doing, I panic in my brain. "You're nothing but a fucking punk bitch, and I'm going to put you in your goddamn place." SMACK. His open hand lands a sharp blow across my right ass cheek. I yowl in pain - it stings like a motherfucker. Before I have time to catch my breath, he lands another one. And another. And another. He alternates at random between my left and right ass cheeks. I pray to god the pain will lessen, but instead the more he spanks my ass, the more each blow stings. Tears are running hot and salty down my face as I scream. "OW! Stop it - OW! FUCK! GODDAMN YOU SICK BASTARD!" I hear him laugh. "Too late for that dumbass, you should have thought twice before breaking into my fucking apartment!" The spanking goes on for what seems like an hour - relentless blow after blow. I've never felt pain like this before. Finally, he pulls me up into a standing position using just the hand that's pinning my wrists to my back. The leverage wrenches both of my shoulders, which hurts like hell. I'm in pain, breathless and with my gym shorts and briefs around my ankles. I'm next to helpless. "You are in more trouble than you fucking know, punk. I've had a shitty fucking day and now you've given me every fucking reason to take it all out on you." He drags me, stumbling and dizzy, into the bedroom. He throws me down on the bed. I have enough of my wits to try rolling off the other side to put some distance between us - maybe I can get away from this fucking lunatic before I end up in pieces in a dumpster. But it doesn't work. He's too quick and too strong. He grabs my left leg and without me even realizing how he did it, it's tied to the bed frame using the necktie he was wearing. I try to yank my leg free but I can't. Before I know it, he's got me tied down, spread eagled and helpless, on his bed. He grins wickedly. "Fuck yeah, this is going to be fun." He opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a jackknife. Oh god, he's going to kill me, I think. He turns to me and in one quick motion, slices through the front of my t-shirt, and then through the sleeves. The back side of the blade is cold as it passes over the skin of my upper arms. He rips the t-shirt off and out from under me. "What are you going to do?" I finally manage to stammer. "If you're going to kill me-" He laughs again. He reaches over and twists my left nipple. I gasp in pain. "Don't worry about that. I'm not a fucking killer. But trust me, what I have in mind is much more fun. To me, anyway." He then cuts easily through my gym shorts and briefs, still around my splayed-out legs, and pulls them off. He goes through my pocket and takes out my phone. Grabbing my hand, he forces my finger against the scanner and it unlocks. "Hmm, let's see .... Facebook ... in a relationship with Katie ... oh, and looks like we have mom and dad on here too, is that right?" "Y- yeah," I respond. He chuckles and points the camera at me. "They are going to love seeing this." He snaps a picture of my naked body, obscenely stretched out on this strange man's bed. "NO! Please, stop, don't do this!" "No? Then stop me. Oh wait, you can't!" He's right and I know it. He laughs again, throwing my phone on his nightstand. He climbs up on the bed, straddling my chest, and puts his forearm against my neck. "I'm going to have a little fun with you, and you're going to fucking do as you're goddamn told. And if you don't, these pics are going on Facebook for everyone to fucking see. Or I might just call the police, who knows...see how much fun you have in a prison cell. You understand, you fucking punk?" "I- I- " "Fuck it, I don't care if you don't." He backhands me hard across the face. He climbs off and starts to strip. He rips his shirt off so quick he loses a button. I realize he's fucking ripped...not the easy target I thought he was. His belt comes off next. He sets it on the nightstand, and then drops his khakis and boxers. Oh my fucking god, I realize with a shock. This sick fucker is going to rape me. His cock looks enormous to me - thick, long and uncut. It's stiffening up really fast as he steps out of his pants and boxers. Before I can recover enough to say a word, he climbs up on the bed again, straddles my face, and slaps my mouth with his dick. "Open that fucking mouth and suck my dick," he orders. My lips tighten. "GODDAMNIT, WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" He backhands me across the face again. "You fucking -" I start to retort, but he backhands me again. "OPEN IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR I CALL THE COPS!" The shock of the blows renders me almost completely helpless, and I drop my mouth open. He shoves his cock down my throat in one quick thrust. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced. The salty taste of his dick and his precum makes me nauseous, and the pressure of his cockhead against the back of my throat makes me gag. He ignores this and pushes in harder. His fat rod slides into the opening of my throat, and I feel my stomach wretch. His balls are resting against my chin and my nose is buried in his bush. I can smell his sweat and musk, and it's revolting. He starts fucking my mouth, and it's horrible. I'm gagging, coughing, unable to breathe. Tears running down my face. I feel so violated and humiliated. It seems endless. Finally he gets bored. He climbs off and opens his nightstand again. "On to the main event." He pulls out a bottle of lube, a rag and a little brown bottle. I realize what's about to happen. "No, please, no, don't do this, I'll do anything- " "Shut the fuck up, you little cunt." He reaches down and smacks my balls, hard. The pain is too much, and I black out. When I come to, he's untied my legs from the footboard, and tied them to the headboard, with my knees up against my chest. I become aware of a pressure against my hole, and I look down and see his fucking sadistic grin. He's kneeling between my legs, his huge fucking boner throbbing, with a finger against the outside of my asshole, and it's slick with lube. "No, please, no," I moan. "Too late for that, bitch. You're gonna take my cock like the good fucking little bitch you are." His finger presses into my hole. I clench against it, and it feels like I'm being torn apart. It's a stinging, ripping pain, and I scream. "Tense up like that and it's just going to hurt more. Not that I care, I'm gonna fuck you anyway." He pulls his finger out, and starts slapping his cock against my asshole. I am so revolted by feeling another man's cock on my whole, I almost throw up. "Dude, please, you don't have to do this..." He laughs again. "You didn't have to break into my apartment, asshole. But you did." He reaches over for the rag and the brown bottle. He opens the bottle and pours a good amount of liquid onto the rag, and then presses it over my face. It burns, and the sharp chemical smell is extremely unpleasant. I try to hold my breath but I can't. When I inhale, the fumes go to my head and I feel a warm, sickening headrush. I feel like I'm about to pass out again, and my legs go limp. Without realizing it, my tightly clenched hole relaxes. Then he rams his cock hard into my hole, and all I can feel is the pain. Again and again he pulls all the way out, penetrating my hole over and over. Each time it feels like being stabbed all over again. It's the most painful, violating experience of my life, and I'm sick to my stomach knowing what's happening. He leans into each painful thrust. He's putting all his weight into each one, his hands on either side of my torso. That fucking sick, twisted grin of his makes me wish I could punch him in the face. He's working up a sweat and it's dripping from his forehead all over my face and chest. "Oh yeah, that's a nice tight fucking punk ass," he growls. "Glad I caught you." "Fuck you, you sick fucking pervert," I roar. I spit in his face. He immediately backhands me across the face again. "You are going to fucking regret that." He grabs my throat again and tightens his grip as he fucks me harder and faster. My vision starts to go fuzzy as he chokes me. Fuck, I'm gonna die with a dick up my ass, I think. Finally he releases my throat. "Oh fuck yes, I'm getting close. You're gonna take my fucking load, you worthless little faggot. I'm gonna breed your useless straight punk ass, and you're going to thank me for going easy on you." He pounds my chest with his fist, and then cruelly twists my nipple. I howl in pain...which seems to send him over the edge. "OH FUCK YEAAAAH!" he roars. With one final thrust he buries his cock deep into me. I can feel it throb inside me, and there's a sudden gush of warmth and wetness. I've never felt it before, but I know it's his cum, and it grosses me out so much I finally turn my head to one side and throw up all over his bed. He pulls out and climbs down off me. "Look at this, you fucking whore," he growls. I look and I see his still-hard cock, coated with what looks like mucus and cum...and streaks of what I realize is my blood. "Yeah, take a good look...I fucking popped your bitch ass cherry. Fucked you raw and bloody. You should be grateful you got your cherry popped by a real man." He undoes the knots holding me to the bed, and I feel the blood rush back into my hands and feet. "Now I'm going to shower off, and you're going to fucking clean up this mess, and get the fuck out of here. The bedroom door locks from the outside so don't even think about trying to get out." He walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I hear the unmistakeable rattle of a hook and eye lock sliding into place. I have no choice but to obey. He already fucking raped me, why make him any madder? I climb off the bed, every part of my body aching from the abuse I just took. As I stand up, I feel a warm wet trickle down the back of my ballsack, and I realize it's his cum...and most likely, my blood. I start stripping the sheets off his bed and throwing them in a pile. I realize he left his clothes on the floor, and my curiosity is piqued by a piece of paper I see sticking out of the pocket of his khakis. I slip it out of the pocket and read it... PATIENT: Christopher Rollins DOB: 5/19/1973 DATE OF VISIT: November 20, 2016 REASON FOR VISIT: New HIV infection HPI: Pt is a 43 year old gay male who was seen last week for routine HIV/STD screening. He returns to the office today because 4th gen HIV Ag/Ab testing was positive. This is his first positive test. A viral load was run on the sample he provided last week, and a viral load of 137,000 copies/mL suggests a relatively recent infection. Today we discussed starting HAART, pending results of a genotype / resistance analysis, which should be resulted in the next 3 - 4 weeks. Pt is coping well with the diagnosis. He was instructed to abstain from sexual intercourse at this time, as a high viral load indicates that he is extremely infectious at this time. Pt aware of the above and understands all instructions.

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

I can say that I had an awesome threeway yesterday! I hooked up with a married muscle daddy couple, one had Italian dark features and the other was a hot ginger. Upon arriving, my Italian stud took my upstairs to the bedroom and started undressing me and making out hard. Soon he threw me on the bed and started sucking my cock. Then in entered the hot ginger husband. After introductions we started kissing. At one point my stud slid me to the edge of the bed, positioning me so my head hung back, which made it easy for him to slide his fat cock down my throat, all the while the ginger was throating my cock. Next, in one quick movement, the ginger was riding my thick cock. His hole felt amazing. While the guy was riding me, his stud husband decided that it was time to do a little DP action, so ginger hit up his poppers and it was game on! I slid into ginger first, followed by stud husband. It felt so hot feeling the husband's dick sliding against mine deep in the ginger's hole. Then we cut to the best part of being versatile: it was my turn to ride! Now I'm predominantly a top, but with these two there was no way. Stud withdrew from his husband, applied a little more lube on and stretched my tight ass with his fat 8" cock all while I was kissing ginger and sucking his sensitive nips. After a good fucking from stud I decided to ride ginger. The face he made when he felt how tight I was, even after having Stud in my hole was priceless. While riding ginger I felt a little movement behind me: stud had decided that it was a DP kind of night. My thought was 'There's a first time for everything!'. Still being too tight he was able to get in but not for long, so we were on to the next position, which honestly one of the hottest three way variations. We moved ginger to the edge of the bed, stud entered him as I continued to ride ginger! After a while ginger and I started to go at it while stud was encouraging ginger to breed my hole. It didn't take long. So ginger bred me with a big load then stud proceeded to fuck it deeper into me until he gave me his load. I'm still hard thinking about it. I still hadn't cum and stud was very adamant that I breed ginger, so I start fucking and Stud pulls up behind me, entering my hole yet again. Needless to say, another ten minutes or so I flooded ginger's hole! I have a snap shot of the mess they made of my hole, and will post in my gallery if you're interested in taking a look!

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…

25 minutes ago, I woke up out of a deep sleep and couldn't go back so after an hour of puttzing around on the net I jumped on BBRTS where I was hit up by this hot bottom visiting from Chicago. A few messages later i'm at his motel room, he's just in a baseball cap knee high socks and assless briefs, I get down to my diesel jock, lube up while he hit his poppers, and then I sink my big dick into that warm hole of his. A little dirty talk and find out he already had 4 loads that I was churning up! Hot! I kept fucking till I added my 2 day load to his 4 making his load count 5.....maybe I'll stop by later tonight to find out many other loads he'll have and add another to send him back to Chicago nice and full! Gr8 cumdump sloppy hole!

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

THE NEWEST STAFF MEMBER Part 1: MeaTing the appliCUNTS “NEXT!” Riley called at full volume into the large gymnasium/impromptu waiting room, before glancing up and realizing there was only one kid still waiting to interview for the sales position. “Oh sorry kid…didn’t see you there…you know this position is for 18 or older, right?” “Yessir,” responded the lad who Riley guessed to be 15 at the oldest, based on his height, smooth skin, round cheeks and the layer of baby fat still clinging to his trim frame. Sensing the older man’s disbelief, the boy produced his Velcro wallet by tugging on the chain connecting it to his neon green belt, which contained a driver’s license that showed him to be 18 only two weeks before. “See dude…I mean, sir. Just turned 18 on the 23rd of last month.” “I see that,” Riley said, still examining the ID. The edge of the window containing the laminated sheet conveniently covered the expiration date, making the man smirk to himself. He remembered using the same trick when using his cousin’s expired ID to get into clubs in college. Still the boy was able to answer all the trick questions Riley could come up with (what is your sign? Isn’t your house right down the street from ______? I guess that means you graduated in _____?), so he let it drop and turned his attention to the kid’s application as he turned to head back into the office. “I don’t wanna waste your time young man,” Riley said to the boy, offering him a seat across the small desk from where he’d set up his laptop. “We’re looking for someone with some sales experience, and the only work you’ve done is mowing lawns and walking dogs.” “If you give me a chance Mr. um” The boy paused, realizing he’d forgotten to catch Riley’s name when he announced it to the group earlier that morning. “Marx. Riley Marx.” The older man reminded him, smirking again at the inexperience the teen showed. “Seriously?” The boy’s face widened with a smile, making him seem even younger. “Riley is my name too!” “Is that so?” Marx returned the smile as he glanced down at the application the teen filled out and turned into him. “This says your name is Robert Dawson.” “Uh, yeah.” The boy’s voice cracked as his mind sped to find an explanation. “that’s, you know, my, um, legal name. Everyone just, um, CALLS me Riley, cause, um, my Dad’s name is Robert too and that way we don’t get mixed up.” It was more likely that this young man really was named Riley and the ID and name belonged to a similar looking older brother or perhaps even a family friend, but Riley Marx decided he would let it slide since the boy seemed so relieved that he was not asking any follow up questions. Instead he sat back and listened to the determined teen insist that, given the chance, he’d prove himself to be a hard worker, quick learner and dedicated employee. He told a sad tale of his acceptance into a program at the nearby community college, but being unable to afford it as the 5th of 7 kids. It was tempting to hire the boy, but Marx knew better than to give in to such fancies when corporate sent him to handle the hiring of a new sales force at jobfairs like this one. They cared very little about sweet stories and high hopes in comparison to high volume sales and technical know-how. Heartbroken, the boy stood and shook the hand of the 43 year old interviewer and walked slowly towards the door, nodding along as he heard the same reasons he’d heard at every interview he’d been to since dropping out of school and getting his GED. As he was about to step back into the gym, now eerily quiet and lonely with no one left waiting, he stopped and turned to make one last plea. “Please sir, I gotta get some money and move out on my own. I can’t take another day sleeping in a room with my 3 brothers, sharing one bathroom between the 9 of us,” the younger Riley begged, his eyes welling up with tears. The older Riley was still ready to stand firm until the boy uttered the three most perfect words: “I’ll do anything.” “I can’t hire you for the company,” Riley Marx repeated, causing the boy to look down and sigh, but his gaze shot up as the man continued. “But, if you’re willing, I’ve been looking for someone to work for me as a pool cleaner, grounds keeper and general go-fer at my house. I can’t pay much, but you could stay in the basement while you’re working for me, and there should be plenty of spare time for you to find another part-time job and perhaps even start school again.” “I’LL TAKE IT! ” The boy shouted, lunging back into the room and thrusting his hand into the older man’s palm. “Thanks so much dude, this is awesome-“ “Not so fast!” The man said, stopping the pumping hand grasping his own, and pulling the teen in slightly. “If I’m gonna put my ass on the line for you, there will be no more of this Dude stuff. It will be Sir or Mr. Marx, and I will call you Riley or kid, got it?” “Yes Ri- I mean Yes sir, Mr. Marx.” The teen was a quick study. “Good, and one more thing,” Mr Marx lowered his voice and pulled the teen even closer, until his sandy brown mop of hair was so near to Mr. Marx’ nose that he could smell the cheap shampoo and sweet scent of hair gel, making his dick begin to harden inside his designer briefs. “I can’t have my neighbors thinking I hired some random kid off the streets or wake up to your parents banging on my door, demanding I return their little boy, so as far as your family is concerned, you tell them you’ve got a job working as a camp counselor and won’t be able to call or text or anything except occasionally email. If anyone near my house asks, you’re my nephew, and you’re living with me until you find a job, understood kid?” “Yes sir, Mr Marx. Thank you sir!” They shared a momentary “bro-hug” (one arm pat on the back while shaking the other arm) and the teen dashed off with instructions to check his email when he got home, where he would find Mr. Marx address and the time and day that weekend he was to arrive. Now that the kid was gone, Marx wasted no time in opening his laptop, freeing his hard cock from his khakis and briefs and setting to work to find the boy on social media. With the help of the 20 year old female profile, (Tricia) he’d created to aid in such searches, he quickly landed on the home page, blog and profile of one Riley Dawson. Jerking furiously, he scrolled through album after album of pictures from school dances, summer parties, family vacations, until he found some pictures from a friend’s slumber party with a lock on them. Two lines of flirting with the boy who’d posted them and a friend request from Tricia was all it took to get the password and Marx had to slow his stroking to stop from cumming right then and there. From start to finish, the photos showed the kid and a few buddies performing a strip show for some girls, each lad eventually ending up in nothing but a sock pulled on over his semi-hard teen tent pole. Some of the teens were better hung or more ripped, but none of them had the cute, innocent, cherubic look that Riley Dawson had. Plus, the kid was nearly hairless from head to toe, except for a light dusting under each arm, a slight trail from his belly button to his “sock” and some peach fuzz on his calves, forearms and buns. The most promising pictures appeared once the boys were back in their boxers though. A set showing the underage party goers enjoying a bottle of jack daniels, jello shots and a very large bong with a huge bowl filled to the brim with green, sticky-looking weed. The last photo in the collection featured the kid, bong in one hand, plastic cup filled with jack and coke in the other, as he exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke towards the camera. Jumping up with his pants around his ankles and dashing as best he could to the door, Marx locked it and shut the blinds over the window looking out from the rec center office onto the empty gym. He could hear the sounds of kids playing ball in the next gym over and occasionally their coach’s whistle, but he risked the possibility of being found in favor of smoking while jerking to the photos of his new guest. Whipping out his glass bubble, he sparked the torch and melted the crystal puddle inside it. His hand left his throbbing 9 inch prime cut of meat long enough to take a massive hit from the pipe, before setting it aside and continuing his work. He imagined how easy it was going to be to convince the kid to try smoking tina, and with a small dose of g to ease the road, how much fun they’d have once he had the kid, nude, lubed and stuffed full of his massive member. Closing his eyes and seeing the teen’s smile, he heard the boy’s voice repeat over and over “I’ll do anything” and could see his face change into a gasp of ecstasy as his imaginary penis covered them both in boycum, while his sweet virgin hole took every inch of Marx meat until he was swallowed entirely by boybuns. Fountains of sperm erupted from the perverted drug-dealing middle-aged man’s cock at that moment. The desk, keyboard, screen, cheap carpet, squeaky old rolling chair, his shirt, pants, briefs, tie and even the calendar pinned up behind him all received a healthy shot of seamen across them, soaking in where they could, and otherwise drying until sticky and crusty white. When the last spasm shook his body, Mr. Marx collected himself, emailed the photos to a couple of friends and packed up his belongings. The idea of cleaning his fluids from the office furniture or at least wiping off the boys basketball calendar crossed his mind, but he decided to leave things as they were, since no one would be back to this office for a few hours anyway, and by then the stains would be mistaken for spilled soda or sunscreen. “Shit,” Mr. Marx stopped just outside the door to the exit, and turned instead to the locker room, since he could see the splash of cum across his oxford, tie and pants now that he was under the fluorescent lights of the gym once more. Standing at the sink, he dabbed the spots with cold water, and while he saved the shirt and khakis, he knew there was no chance for the tie. Untying it and pulling it from round his neck, he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket, deciding to save it anyway, his mind filling with naughty thoughts of how many ways he could use it to restrain his new teenage boytoy. His cock was hard again, so he turned around and walked back towards the stalls, only stopping when he heard a soft moan coming from a changing booth at the far end of the lockerroom. Glancing down to where it originated, he had a hard time seeing since the lights were out at that end and the sun had set enough to only give a soft glow through the frosted glass bricks that lined the top of the stalls. Still, he couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lighter clicking and a boy coughing while an older voice whispered “that’s good boy. Take another hit then get back to sucking my cock.” Sneaking closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, Mr. Marx smiled as the occupants came into view. The older voice belonged to the Basketball coach and Mr. Marx longtime friend who allowed him to use the gym for interviews. The young coughs belonged to a teen from the team, who was so busy puffing at the pipe and thrusting his hard cock against the coach’s, that he never saw the two old pervs share a smile and the coach signal for Mr. Marx to come join them. The boy choked and coughed on his huge cloud, but the coach wasted no time before shoving the young college bound ball player’s head towards his hefty 8 inch uncut black meat. With his mouth impaled on the black battering ram, no one heard his muffled scream as Mr. Marx unleashed his dripping dick and speared it up the boy’s hole. Crying and struggling, the boy was no match for the two older, more experienced men, who had raped barely legal lads like him for nearly twenty years together. It wasn’t until he was so defeated that he went limp that his arms were allowed to fall from where the coach had twisted them behind his back. Knees buckling, he only whimpered as they twirled him onto his back on the changing booth floor and continued tag teaming his hole while feeding him hit after hit off the pipe. Soon he had two sizeable cumloads inside him, and his own boyjizz splattered all over his smooth tan abs, team jersey, and smeared across his coffee colored lips and burgeoning black moustache. “Thanks for letting me get in on that,” Marx said as the men watched the teen limp to his beaten-up old sedan and speed off towards home. Experience told him not to worry about the young man possibly reporting him for rape. To young latin studs like him, masculinity was everything, and if it got out that he’d taken the sperm of a black stallion and some white business man, he’d be dead to his family, and never be able to find a woman who would marry him. “I’ll text you this weekend, Coach, once my new pool boy moves in and you can return the favor after I break in his virgin ass.” “Sounds good Mr. Marx,” The muscular black 47 year old replied as they parted ways in the parking lot. “Been awhile since we shared a virgin, you gonna invite all the guys?” “Maybe,” Marx replied, feeling his dick throb again. “we’ll see if I think he can survive a gang bang like that…” End of part 1

So, here I am of my first day out of school for the summer, my parents are at work and I have nothing to do except lay here and jack off and think of something to do. We just moved here a couple of months ago due to a job change for my Dad and I have always lived in the big city’s with room to walk, now I only have a yard and a big ass park down the street to go to. Since my parents are big beer drinkers I figure it is almost noon, so I grab 6 of their beers in a bag and decide to check out the park. After entering the park I start walking and the road and I see trails off into the woods and decide to check one out. I walk for a bit and find a small river/creek that is running fairly fast and sit down against a tree and watch the water and started drinking my beers. I must have been on my fourth or fifth beer when I heard what sounded like a commotion behind me. As I look around if I had not been sitting I would have fallen over, there about 50 feet away was a white guy on his knees sucking a black guy’s cock. In all my life I have heard of the gay life and sex but this was mind blowing. I just continued to watch as this white guy just went to town sucking the blackest cock I have ever imagined. The black guy was talking really nasty to the white guy, telling him “yeah white boy, suck that black cock, get it deeper, going to give you a good load down that bitch white throat”. Now I should have just got back behind the tree until they were done, but somehow I moved further out and broke a branch on the ground that drew both of their attention. Oh shit, now what. I look at the black guy who is smiling at me and the white guy gets up and they both walk over to me with the black guy still having his cock out and hard. As they reach me the black guy asked “do you think this boy liked the show”? The white guy grabs my cock and says “yeah, he is hard as a rock”. At this point the white guy pulls down my shorts to my ankles and grabs my cock. At this point I should have pulled up my short and ran like hell screaming all the way, but here I am with a guy holding my cock and balls and looking between the black guys cock and his eyes and the evil smile. The black guy then puts his hands on my shoulder and pushes down and I seem to just float to my knees where I now looking right at this guy’s cock in my face. The black guy grabs his cock and starts to hit my lips with his cock until I open my mouth to say ouch only to have him push his cock in my mouth. The white guy leans in to my ear and starts giving me my first lesson of how to use my lips and tongue and how to keep my teeth off telling me how I am going to be coming back after today for a lot more. Then white guy then leans down and drove his tongue into my ass, I thought I was going to lose it right then and there, fuck did that feel awesome. Meanwhile the black guy starts calling me all sorts of degrading names and terms “suck my black cock you white bitch, yeah, so easy to turn out a punk white boy for black meat, guess you’re going to get this big fat load down your bitch throat”, all his talking seem to just turn me on more and as he kept telling me what a cocksucking bitch I was going to be the more I tried to get more of his cock in my mouth. The black guy then opens this bottle and puts it under my nose telling me to inhale deep and I do, “Fuck” my head is spinning and I seem to want to suck more and more of this cock in me, I then feel the white guy pushing a finger in my ass, then another one and another, I am in heaven. The black guy keeps feeing me the bottle under my nose and the white guy who is somehow naked is still telling me how much of a pig I am going to become when this is over. The white guy then pulls out a bag of something and a bottle of what I found later was lube, he mixes the lube and the stuff in the bag and starts to finger it up my ass. I am go back to sucking on the black guys cock and hitting the brown bottle, a few minutes later I start to feel a rush of rushes. I start to just suck and not knowing what a gag reflex was yet, but I just wanted his cock buried in me. The white guy was now behind me with his cock pointed right as my ass. He gets the tip at my hole and starts to push, telling me go with it, that it will hurt for a minute but then I am going to love it. The black guy pulls his cock out tells me to hit the bottle deep, as it kicks in the white guy pushes in and now pass my once virgin ring. I tried to move forward trying to get away from the pain, but then I am so unstable and the white guy just keeps talking dirty to me, telling me now I am his bitch, his cumdump and that he was going to breed me full of his seed. What seemed to be an eternity was only a few minutes before the pain subsided and another hit of the bottle I was finding myself getting into it. Now the black guy puts his cock back at my mouth and he tells me to “suck that black cock you bitch” and boy do I ever. It never dawned on my if anyone had walked down there they would have seen a high school kid on his hands and knees with a cock fucking him in the ass and a black guys cock driving in his mouth, and at this point I didn’t care. The black guy starts to tell me he is close and gives me another hit of the bottle and tells me to start swallowing, at this point he lets volley after volley of cum loose in my mouth and I do as he says not knowing any better. The white guy is not far behind telling me I will be pregnant with his babies in a second and he lets out a roar and unloads my ass. The black guy just zips up his pants and says “see you soon” and walks off, the white guy pulls his cock out of my ass and wipes the rest of his cum on my ass cheeks, and I am still on my hands and knees wondering what just happened. The white guy then grabs my cock and balls and squeezes and asks me where I live, the pain was so bad I just blurted out my address to him and he tells me to meet him at the rest area down the road tomorrow at noon and just to wear shorts, no underwear or shirt or he would be at my house to get me, then walks off. To be continued.....

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

Kyle is a hot young twink, who has a boyfriend. He and his boyfriend have been together for many years and are generally happy together. However, one day they we fighting. Kyle had been staying with his boyfriend, but decided he was going to go back to his apartment to cool off. This is the decision that changed everything for Kyle. This is what happened once Kyle got back to his apartment. Kyle got back to his apartment early in the morning, around 8 AM. Kyle was a very horny guy all the time, so even in times of high emotion he wanted sex. Kyle's roommate was not home when he got there, so he decided to log onto Grindr and see who might be interested in a hookup. Being so early in the morning, there were not a terribly large amount of guys online, and many of those who were online were not looking and just passing their time at work scrolling through the boys. Kyle did see a guy online who was usually relatively close to him that he had long though was extraordinarily sexy. He had tattoos that Kyle especially liked, and an amazing body. Kyle had not messaged his Adonis on Grindr before though, because he had these 3 letters on his profile: "PNP". Kyle knew that his boyfriend was not a fan of that activity so he elected previously not to engage in such activities. Today though was different. Kyle was horny, there were limited options, and he currently didn't give a flying fuck about his boyfriend. He made his decision, before he realized it, there was a chat bubble from him to Star Tattoo boy that said "Hey, What's up?". He didn't really expect a response, because really, who that is that pretty on Grindr is real, or not stuck up as fuck. To his surprise just a moment later, his phone buzzed. Kyle opened Grindr and saw a message from Star Tat boy: "Sup, lookin to pnp?" HOLY FUCK, Kyle couldn't believe it. He immediately responded: "FUCK YES, anything to get naked with you." Start Tat guy responded quickly informing that he had favors, but couldn't host or drive. Kyle happily offered to go pick up him up. Matt introduces himself, and asks the typical Grindr questions: Top or Bottom, Poz or Neg, Into?, & are you free now. Kyle said he was a versatile top, neg, openminded, and free immediately. Matt was happy to hear these things. He asked for a few pictures, and sent some himself. The fist picture was of his 7"x6" monster cock, to which he captioned "TOP Only". Kyle, though usually a top was perfectly fine with this, as he enjoyed bottoming for cocks bigger than his own 7"x5" cock. They both liked each other's pictures, so it was ON. Matt asked Kyle if he had any pipes or lighters. Kyle was hesitant to answer, because he knew that some party guys didn't want to have the responsibility of partying with a first-timer. He finally told Matt that he had never partied before, but really really wanted to try, and try it with him. Matt did not see this as an issue. He just wanted to make sure that Kyle had the entire day to himself, and that they would have privacy. Kyle assured him he had all day, and that he was home alone with a locking bedroom door, just in case his roomie came back. Matt told Kyle that he only fucked BB, no exceptions. This stoked Kyle, as he greatly preferred BB sex and only used condoms with hookups to appease his boyfriend. So with that Matt sent his address. Kyle put it into GPS, it was close, only about 15 minutes away. Once Kyle arrived at Matt's place, Matt was down and getting into his car in short order. Kyle had to stop and gaze at Matts perfect body for just a moment before he thew the car back in gear and headed back to his place. They guys made small talk, and discussed a little bit what partying for the first time was going to be like, getting Kyle very hard in the drivers seat. In almost no time they were back and up in Kyle's room. Matt wanted to start things off slow, which temporarily disappointed Kyle, but right after that Matt simply explained he wanted to get naked, get comfortable with each other, and maybe watch some porn before they started to party. Kyle's disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement as he started to get undressed, carefully watching Matt do the same. Matt's cock flopped out of the cute square cut trunks he was wearing, and Kyle knew he had to have that in his mouth so he dropped to his knees and started slowly licking the still soft, but girthy cock. Matt moaned for a minute and then went for the bed. Kyle took this opportunity to put some porn up on the TV, ensuring it was bareback porn. The two guys laid together kissing, caressing, & and enjoying each other's bodies. Once Matt felt comfortable he pulled away and suggested that they get out the pipe, load it up and take a few hits. This was the moment Kyle had been waiting for, his first chance to try PNP, and on top of that try it with a sexy guy like Matt. Matt showed himself to be truly skilled with a pipe. He got it loaded and struck up the lighter. He explained that he had to melt down the crystals, then once they were in a puddle, he would let them cool down. Kyle watched curiously as Matt once again started to heat the bottom of the bowl, slowly rolling it back and forth until a thick white smoke started to form. He held his lips close to the pipe without touching it and began to inhale deeply and slowly. He then started to slowly exhale a large cloud of smoke that never seemed to end. He repeated this process two more times, and offered Kyle his first hit. He coached him to slowly inhale, and hold it in for just a moment before exhaling so the smoke didn't re-crystalize in his lungs. Matt held the end of the pipe near Kyle lips and began to rock the bowl again, once the wispy curls of smoke began to form, he instructed Kyle to begin inhaling. Kyle exhaled a could almost as big as he had just seen Matt do a moment ago. He nearly immediately started to feel different. The feeling started radiating through his entire body. He felt wonderful. Matt helped hm with 2 more hits, took another himself and asked Kyle how he felt. Kyle felt wonderful, like he had never felt before, and like he couldn't resist touching Matt's body all over. ....Do you want more?

First of all hello! I'm a 30 ddf closeted married man in Minneapolis who has always fantasized about what barebacking would be like. This last week I finally was sick of wondering about it, and I posted a Craigslist ad for safe sex. A hot black top responded and instantly caught my eye. We emailed back and forth for about a week and finally agreed to meet. His cock looked so big I was a little worried. During the course of our emailing I admitted that I wanted to try bareback, and he replied saying he wanted to find a guy with whom he could have bareback sex. Well, I was really nervous but still wanted to meet him, and no sooner had I laid eyes on him I all but melted. He was incredibly hot and muscular, and his cock was even bigger than it looked in the photographs he had sent me. We started kissing and then I began sucking his cock. It tasted so much better than any other cock I had ever had in my mouth. Then we moved to the bedroom and he started playing with my hole. The whole time I was dying because I knew I wouldn't be able to take that size cock up my ass, but when he said he wanted to fuck me, I got in a doggie position and prepared for the worst. I asked if he would put a condom on and he replied "Just let me tease you a little at first." I felt his cock head press against my tight married asshole and I was very apprehensive, but as he slowly started pushing his way into my ass, even given how tight my hole was, calming me by saying "You've gotta let me in baby." I don't know if I was horny, or he was good, or whatever, but he slid right in, and before I knew what was happening he was balls-deep inside me. I have NEVER felt anything as amazing as his bare cock in my hole. It seemed as if his cock head was hitting my stomach or something. I don't really know how to describe how it felt. Then, when he picked-up the pace in slowly fucking me, the sensation was amazing. I was lost lust for a little while, but then came to reason and asked him to pull on a condom. I honestly felt bad about asking him, but I was also still anxious. He withdrew from my hole, grabbed his phone, and logged in to his medical files website and showed me all the results for his recent tests, which were all negative. There was no doubt the records were accurate as he did all this right in front of me. I know they weren't fake documents or anything. He could tell I was still nervous and after a few more thrusts I came without touching myself. He stopped before he came in me saying "Next time I want to breed you." I feel bad for not letting him finish inside me, but at the same time I am so turned on knowing that I am going to be fucking him on a regular basis. I have a couple pics I can post of his dick in my ass. Any tips on how to get over the fear and take his load? Nice to meet everyone!

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.”

Went with my new bf to a fuckfest that was attended by 50+ guys. After stripping off and handing the host our clothing, we ventured into the master bedroom where all the action was going on. After I took the first hit of the poppers, bf bent me over the bed where all the other bottoms were and started to fuck me until he blew his load inside. I stayed down there and took any cock that wanted to fuck me without even bothering to look back. Took a lot of questionable loads yesterday. It was extremely hot not knowing who unloaded into me. At some point during the party, the bf decided to lay next to me to get loaded himself. We made out while getting loaded together. All in all, we both lost count how many cocks and loads we took. Every step we took, cum was sliding down our legs. We both were two happy little cum sluts taking anything.

This thread could go in so many directions - you can tell Jeff is an innocent "newbie", but I just get a gut feeling Mike is no stranger to motel hookups or a quickies in a men's room stall.....of course he conveniently never has condoms since he's married - hot stud can never find enough hole to unload in!! Please keep it going in whatever direction it's taking

Have to say guys, I never get sick of hearing how much you all get off reading my stories. It's such a turnon!!!

I have seen a chart made of poster board with a marker on a string attached to it. One time it was taped to the wall over the bed for men to mark. Another time it was put on the door for guys to mark as they left. The signs could have two columns--one for loads in the ass; the other for loads in the mouth. I have used chalk on bathhouse walls--maybe not at a motel. When I was in the video of Ryan Cummings getting ganged, he had an electronic machine--the kind that reads "Now Serving ###." It looked like the kind of sign you would see at a deli or the Bureau of Motor Vehicles.

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Unfortunately the mainstream porn studios are looking to maximize profit and only produce the types of porn that have the most sales potential and white guys getting loads from black guys sells more videos than black guys taking loads because for some reason it's viewed as more "taboo" then black guys bottoming. As a white gay with man with many gay black friends I am aware of the double standard that is often a factor in being black and gay which only makes me respect gay black men even more for having the courage to be true to themselves despite the obstacles they may face. But trust me, there are plenty of guys (white or black) that love to see black guys bottoming. Unfortunately we're in the minority so porn studios don't want to make the investment in producing videos catering to us. Personally, I'm an equal opportunity slut and race is never a factor in what I do in real life or the porn I choose to enjoy. I'm into men enjoying themselves with each other and skin color or ethic background is never an issue. I do however have to admit that I am turned on by interracial sex regardless of the roles being played. I've been fucked by black men and fucked a few black asses as well and it's always been about having a good time together and never about conforming to stereotypes. Sorry to hear that you experienced this type of racial prejudice. It's the 21st century after all and I find this type of bias is just plain stupid.

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The Heart 'O Chicago on Ridge Ave is in the northside gay area near Touche and Jackhammer (and Man's Country, if it will still be open by then). It has hosted countless men looking for loads. Nothing fancy--a 50's style motel with outside entrances and with free parking. Decent price for Chicago. I've stayed (and played) there countless times.

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.

The first clue is that this story is posted in the fiction forum, so no they are not true. Unless you live in an alternate universe ;-)

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

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Matt of course had no problem with this, and simply laid back to enjoy Kyle's actions. Every so often, Matt would reach over to the pipe and have them both take more hits. Kyle was getting to be quite high after a while of being with Matt. They were both enjoying each other's bodies. Kissing, rubbing, and working each others cocks. To Kyle's surprise, Matt enjoying when he would rub his cock on and tease Matt's hole with it. Kyle was getting more and more turned on, so he decided to go for the plunge to Matt's warm and tight hole. Matt, swiftly and gracefully pulled his arse away and rolled over to lay on his back. Sensually he reminded him that he was a top only, and just enjoyed have his ass played with around and not in his hole. Kyle politely apologized with a kiss to Matt's lips. Matt saw this as a good time to take control of the rendezvous. He lit up and rolled the bowl for several more hits (more for Kyle, than himself) and even had to reload the pipe, as they had smoke a good deal by now. Matt was an expert tease. He touched Kyle, and did things to him that made him moan and squirm all over the bed. Once Matt had him good and worked up, he turned over and started jacking off to the porn. Kyle was hot, he was so horny now; more horny than he had ever been before in his life. The combination of the Tina running through his system, and the amazing sexy guy who he had wanted forever had him willing to do anything to start getting Matt to work him over again. From earlier in their day, he had learned that Matt liked being rimmed exceptionally more than anything else Kyle had done to him, so that's what he did. He went to town on Matt's round juicy ass. Matt could not control himself. He was moaning and writhing in pleasure for as long as he could take it. When he couldn't stand it any more, he pulled himself away from the tongue that was giving him so much pleasure and reached for the pipe; this time not for himself, but for Kyle. He told him to take a few hits, on his own this time while dismounting from the bed. He had Kyle get off the bed so he could lean him over the edge and stick out his ass, so he could begin to rim him. The sensation of taking a hit, while having his ass expertly licked was overwhelming and he didn't even notice when the tongue was replaced by a slick wet throbbingly hard dick. Three solo hits later, he realized that Matt was rubbing his cock up and down his ass, stopping each way at his hole and teasing it with his girthy head. Kyle even in his elevated state and knowing that he wanted to take this magnum sized cock began to wonder if he would be able to take it, so he with difficulty to keep his train of thought while he was being pleasured so greatly asked for more time to open up for Matt's amazing member. Matt was to turned on to hear or understand this request, and continued with his rubbing and teasing, each time going in just a little bit further into Kyle's pink hole. Just a few minutes later, he slowly was sliding his entire cock into the new to PNP luscious hole. Kyle immediately felt a wave of pleasure surge though his body, a wave that lingered and echoed throughout his body. Once the surges of pleasure begin to dissipate a bit, he began to feel Matt's thick and perfect cock sliding easily in and out of his hole. He was in complete ecstasy and briefly wondered why he ever wanted to delay feeling that wonderful cock fulling up his ass. Clearly Matt was enjoying himself because this went on for what seemed like half an hour to them. Once the standing began to take it's toll on them both, they moved back onto the bed. This was not any where near the end of things though, they would do much more as the day went on. Want to hear more? I have alot more story to write, if readers want to read it.

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http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Sharing-Connections-29443811 Would have loved to be the guy being bred in this one

See username When the cum starts leaking out it should be licked up/not wasted Bondage and leather if I'm getting fucked, and I want to cum handsfree. If you cum before me I'll want to finish off in your ass or get your cum fucked in w a dildo If I'm topping I won't cum until the bottom already has. If that's not happening I'll slow down fucking and jerk him off til it does. Nothing quite like the feeling of a hole tightening on your dick The bottom should get at least one good taste of his own ass from sucking the top's dick The bottom should exist to serve the top while getting fucked ->10.See username.

Appearing in porn videos or photos is very liberating. You're saying: this is who I really am. In many ways, it's one of the most honest things you can do.

This thread is so fucked up and twisted - and makes my cock stand straight up drooling. I don't think I wanna get pozzed, but these are the stories that make me wonder. These "accidental" pozzings (cheating bf, stupid twinks, trusted fuckbuds) are the hottest of all and make me crave an unknown load or two or three!!

I am in the "good to the last drop" group when talking about the creamy goodness of cum---including my own. I may be bordering on obsession, but I love tasting that jizz. No only is it the fun of getting sex juice, but I like feeling and tasting the differences in cum due to diet and other things. I have been swallowing my own emissions for years. It just seems like a nice end to a wank session. I have never frozen any of my juices until recently. I bought one of those ice cube trays that have make cock shaped ice cubes and have started trying to fill it. But, as some of you know, a good load is still just a bit more than a teaspoon of dick milk, so it is taking a while.....but I figure they will be a nice treat for an after a fuck cool down. Unless I am sucking cock at a bookstore, I usually only get to taste cum if the guy who fucks me likes a little ATM clean up. But, ever since I sucked my first cock back in the Nixon administration, I have loved it. You guys who do not swallow your own should try it.....such a precious liquid.....DO NOT WASTE IT EVER. And if it is tainted with an extra like HIV or Gono, enjoy it even more.

The medical opinions on this topic vary. Some say that pre-cum does not carry a high viral load and is less risky than taking the full cumload but others disagree with this research/opinion and believe that pre-cum is just as capable of transmitting HIV. Regardless of which side of the argument you side on, taking cock up the ass bareback is in itself a risky sexual behavior regardless of whether or not pre-cum is involved. Many of the STI's out there can be transmitted by physical contact alone whether or not cum or pre-cum is involved. If your willing to take that risk then go for it. Otherwise, do some research and decide what level of risk you're comfortable with before proceeding.

Yes I'm going to take his load this week. We have talked about it anyway.

Chapter II. I backed away from my boy as he disappeared into the darkest corner of the basement dark room. He was well-lubed and stretched out from taking three fresh loads, one of which was POZ. Knowing that I had helped fuck those loads deeper into his hole kept my cock hard. I felt parched and needed a rest, so I headed back upstairs to the bar, knowing my man was in the basement getting fucked. Raw. Taking cum. I headed up the stairs and sat on a barstool. The bartender gave me a smile, and poured a beer for me. I gulped it down. He smiled at me and asked "Are you and your boyfriend having fun?" I nodded, grinning wildly. "Mind if I fuck your boy?" I assented without any hesitation. The bartender made a quick round making sure the other patron each had a full glass, and then he stepped out from behind the bar, brushed behind me, grazing my ass, and slipping his hand into my pants. I shivered. He gave a gesture towards the stairs and without hesitation I followed him back down into the darkness. He grabbed my hand and led me through a maze of bodies and hallways. My boy was laying on his back on a bench in the middle of the room. There was just enough light to recognize him, even if he was surrounded by four or five guys who were jerking off, and he had a huge cock down his mouth, a cock in each of his hands, and a final cock was planted deep in his ass. The top fucking him was holding my boy's legs high so he could really pound hole. I watched as the top’s ass flexed and jiggled. He was a hot guy, and his ass was a little saggy, slamming with each thrust. He threw his head back and grunted as he shot his load. I knew there was little chance that he was wearing a condom. When he pulled out, the bartender knelt down and sucked his big slimy uncut cock clean. The top stood to the side so the bartender to could take his place. I recognized him as our tour guide, a tall beefy Nordic-looking blond. He smiled at me as he shook his cock. My eyes were drawn from his face down to that glistening cock. Even in the dimness of the room I could see the tattoo of a biohazard symbol which surrounded his navel. But his enormous cock really caught my eye as it was still hard. He put his arm around me and reached for my cock, first rubbing it over my jeans, and then slipping his hand inside. I unbuttoned them for him and he whipped my dick out. He whispered "If you guys are into this scene, I could organize some extra fun after the rest of our group goes back to the hotel each night." I nodded instantly. The bartender had started slapping his cock against my boy’s sloppy hole. He turned to me and reached out for my hand, leading it to his mouth. He spat into my hand and then placed my hand on his cock, so naturally I jerked him a bit, lubing him up. Then, when he felt himself to be sufficiently slick, he leaned forward and I shimmied his dick around a bit, helping him ease himself into my boy’s ass. Raw, of course. He started pounding my boy’s ass and my boy moaned in pleasure, even with the cock in his throat. My boy was in heaving in pleasure, having released his inner pig and taking loads from strangers. The crowd cheered on the bartender in a cacophony of languages. His pace picked up as he got close to cumming. His eyes locked on me as he shot his load, breeding my boy. He pumped a few times, caught his breath, and pulled out, his cock glistening, slimy with foam, his pubes matted with cum. With his sloppy dick hanging out, he grabbed my hand, leading me, and the POZ tour guide out of the room. I turned my head to see a thin scrawny guy mounting my boy. The guys led me to a cabinet with a hole in the wall. I knew what a gloryhole was, and seeing my boy taking that cum without regard to status or even knowing their names made me so horny I knew I was up for more anonymous play. The bartender didn’t ask, rather he told me, ‘You’re gonna clean off my cock.’ He disappeared and a few seconds later, his sloppy cock came through the hole. I bent forward and started licking. Gobs of cum slid down my tongue and into my throat. I nearly gagged as I felt my pants being pulled down to my ankles. I pulled off of the bartender’s cock to see the POZ tour guide leering at me. His mammoth cock was still out, and hard, oozing precum. I shook my head no, since I only rarely bottom, and had never taking a cock as big as his, certainly not raw, and certainly not POZ. He nodded ‘yes,’ and knelt down behind me, spreading my cheeks. I knew he was going to loosen me up with his tongue, and I’d eventually take his cock, and his seed. I relaxed into his scruffy face, feeling tingles as his stubbly grazed my tender ass. I went back to nursing the bartender’s cock, still hard, and still slimy. I guzzled down the cum on his cock, savoring the flavor of my boy’s ass juices and the cum of uncounted guys. After a couple of minutes the bartender’s cock swelled-up, and I felt his balls jerk against my chin, so I knew he was about to cum. I made the move to pull away so he could shoot on my face, but the tour guide held my head in place, the bartender skull-fucked me as the tour guide stood up and slapped his cock against my ass, sliding in surprisingly easily, balls-deep. Just as the tour guide hit home, the bartender started shooting into my throat. I gagged as my mouth filled with his cum, unable to swallow fast enough. His cum actually bubbled out of my mouth and onto my chin. A thought flashed across my mind: for the first time I was filled with dick from both ends, but I didn't dwell on the thought as the tour guide released my head, swiped some of the bartender’s fresh cum onto his fingers, withdrew his cock from my hole only to slide his cummy fingers into me. I groaned in frustration as the bartender stepped away from the glory hole. But my disappointment was short lived as a new cock appeared in the glory hole. It was not particularly big, but it was beautiful. The guy pulled his foreskin back and I dove onto it. The tour guide replaced his slimy fingers with his bare cock and slid back into me, balls deep. He didn't fuck, but seemed to just stand there, his dick flexing as I swallowed down the new cock, which I slurped until the guy in my mouth came. This time I didn’t try to pull off. I did, however, notice that my ass felt full, warm, and wet, and unbidden the tour guide patted my shoulder saying "Good boy." I turned my head back to the tour guide, my guts still full of his hard dick. I shuddered and said to him "You can fuck me." "Why? What do you want," he asked. "I want you to cum in me," I replied, quivering in excitement and frustration. "I already have," he explained, withdrawing his cock from my ass, only to kneel behind me, slurping out what I now realized was cum. When he had gathered a fair amount of cum into his mouth, he stood me up and kissed me, forcing his seed into my mouth. Three loads in my mouth, and one in my ass. I heard a chuckle, and saw my boy, naked, covered in sweat, cum matted in his hair, clapping. He embraced me as the tour guide licked the stray dribbles of cum off of my face. I pulled my shirt down and my pants up as my boy went to look for his clothes. We met up upstairs and the bartender gave the three of us a final beer, this one on the house. We took a cab back to the hotel with the tour guide, fondling each another the whole way. I was hoping that the tour guide would follow us back to our room for some more fun, but he told us to rest. We had to get some sleep, and be up early. The following morning we would hop on a bus to Prague. He told us he could arrange for some extra special fun there. We nodded and went back to our room. We collapsed into a sticky tangle in bed. He told me he didn’t know how many loads he had taken, and I told him about sucking cock at the glory hole. I topped him as he told me about feeling released, and of course I bred him. It felt so different breeding him with all of that cum inside him. I lay on my back and let him top me for the first time. He fucked me, telling me how hot it was watching the POZ guy tell me he had cum inside me. We fell asleep in a sticky pile, excited about what was to come the following day.

Part 2 I avoided my friend for a few days after that night until the weekend my roommate went away with his boyfriend. I was lying in bed with my morning wood when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door without even asking who was there. It was my friend from the other night all by himself with me standing there only in a pair of boxers and my morning wood pointing his way. For some strange reason I didn’t go soft but seemed to grow harder as thoughts of that night from the previous weekend seemed to flow through my mind. My friend reached down and grabbed my hard cock letting me know that he was glad to see that I was excited to see him. A slight moan escaped through my lips as he walked in telling me to shut the door. He had his ‘pipe’ with him and I needed no coaxing to smoke with him. Soon enough we were feeling really good as we kissed. He said I had a couple more lessons and he was my private tutor. I wasn’t sure what he meant until he pushed my head into his crotch telling me it was time to learn to suck dick. The drugs had me going as I opened my mouth and he slid his 8” cock inside. He coached me about breathing through my nose as I attempted to do the best I could at sucking him. Of course through all this I found my own cock hard and throbbing. He whispered to me that if I gave him a good blow job he’d let me fuck him as he fucked me the week before. The idea of experiencing what it would be like to fuck a guy and compare that t fucking a chick. I did my best to work his rod with my mouth and tongue. My bud began to run his hands through my hair as I heard his breathing begin to quicken and his cock seemed to grow harder in my mouth. I knew he was going to blow his load and wasn’t sure I was ready to swallow another guys sperm until he said fuck yeah, you know you want to swallow my cum, yeah bro suck my cock, eat my cum. He then fired into my mouth as I was shocked at first until I got a really good taste of his spunk. It was kind of sweet with a slight salty taste, tangy in a way. I then hungrily sucked for all I could get out of his cock. When he pulled his softening cock from my hungry mouth I looked up at him and knew it was time to fuck him. We hit the pipe a few more times and he taught me how to shotgun the smoke to each other before laying back, grabbing some lube and greasing up my hard cock and his hole. He guided me between his legs as I needed no help guiding my cock to his hungry hole. He urged me to sink in balls deep in a single thrust. The look in his eyes was pure lust as he urged me to fuck him and breed his ass. His ass was nice, warm and tighter than any pussy I ever fucked. He knew what I was thinking as he urged me on telling me to enjoy my first ass. I could feel him work his ass muscles, making note to do the same the next time he was to fuck me……..OH MY GOD! DID I REALLY WANT TO GET FUCKED AGAIN?? Between the warmth, the tightness and how he worked his ass it didn’t take long before I was really pounding his hole and getting close to cumming. He told me to breed his ass just before kissed me, That’s when I felt a strong orgasm start and I flooded his ass with my load.

ABS glory holes are FANTASTIC. I love getting bred or anything really thru a glory hole. I love how it is distilled sex, nothing but cock and hole or mouth etc, no talk, touching, anon just cock cum etc. getting fisted thru one is great too. I love rimming when the glory hole is big and have even been fed as I rim with no one knowing

I had a roommate who was a regular fuck buddy = one of our fave ways to play was to go to a peep show with glory hole and get him preloaded - then after he was full of a few anon loads I would fuck him and we would talk about the possibilities of who bred him - old ugly homeless diseased - and that talk always got us off - me in him and him with me adding my load to the randoms up his ass

The end of the story: Chapter 3. After So I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but enjoyed the feeling. I had slept late, but the house was silent. It turns out the family was at church. I was glad they didn’t wake me up. I got up and headed to the bathroom and got ready for a much needed shower. That’s when I noticed the marks on my ass. Looking in the mirror I counted seven hash marks like someone had been keeping score. I then remembered they had been using a marker on me- each guy who fucked me had left a mark. I also finally realized my hole was leaking. What the hell? I went back to the bedroom and looked at the sheets. There was definitely a stain where I had been sleeping. I bent down to look closer and smelled the familiar scent of cum. Those guys had been fucking me bare! I was stunned. But somehow I was also turned on. After all, I had been fantasizing about taking raw cock for a while now. But I had always thought that if I actually took that plunge it would be a much more gradual thing, and that I would have some control over it. I grabbed the sheets off the bed and hurried back to the bathroom for a shower. I tried to wash off the marks on my ass, but they didn’t come off. The cum washed off, though. I quickly got dressed and started a load of laundry with those sheets. I was dressed and folding the laundry when my family finally got home after church and lunch. My mind was racing- do I contact the guy who took me home- the guy I had thought of as Sir? Could I find his place again? What would I say to him? I don’t know why, but I had an impulse to take a picture of my ass. I had to leave the next day to start my trip back home, so packing and visiting with family distracted me. I ended up leaving the next morning without really thinking about it again. It was mostly easy to put it all out of my mind. Work got very busy, one friend was going through a crappy break-up, another friend ended up in the hospital from a car accident, life generally got in the way. But sometimes at night the dungeon and all those men I never even really saw came back to mind. Why had I been so careless and stupid? Why was I getting hard when I remembered what happened even though I felt angry and scared at the same time? Other times I just refused to think about it. But after a while it hit me. I got sick. Not horribly sick, more like the flu. And then I remembered reading about “fuck flu” being a sign of being positive. Damn. So I got tested. Sure enough the result came back positive. I went through every emotion about it you can imagine before coming to terms with it. As time passed I could look back and see what had happened. I was sure the man who picked me up at the bar had seen my profiles- all of them most likely. He must have recognized me from the normal ones with my face pics, and also made the connection with the darker, more anonymous ones. He had seen me as a chaser before I had admitted it to myself. I had wanted it, or had at least subconsciously known it would happen if I acted on my fantasies. And it would not have been long before I did in fact act on them. His actions had only brought the inevitable result faster. I ended up hooking up with other poz men. I found a great freedom in barebacking. My status became part of my inner identity and I even felt some pride in it. The marks left by that permanent marker eventually wore off, of course. But I remembered I had taken a picture. I found it on my phone and stared at it for a while. Some of the poz guys I had become buddies with had gotten tattoos that indicated their status- scorpions, biohazard symbols. Those weren’t really for me, but this mark was more personal, and it felt right. I took my picture to a local tattoo artist and those hash marks really did become permanent. Three years later I was back visiting my family again. I went back to that same bar. Was I looking for that guy? Probably. I had changed in many ways. I was positive, but I had not yet gone on any kind of meds. I still felt very healthy, in fact I was more healthy since I had also started working out. I had adopted a more scruffy appearance. I looked and felt like a man, not the 30 year old boy who had been in that bar before. It was leather night at the bar, and I had come wearing boots, cap, and chaps. They had a clothing check, so I decided to take off my jeans and t-shirt and wear just the chaps. I think I looked pretty hot. I looked in the mirror in the restroom and said, “Yeah, I’d fuck me.” That was another change since becoming poz. I was less bottom boy and more versatile man. I left the restroom and that’s when I saw him. He looked the same, even wearing those same sunglasses. He was looking the other way when I walked over to him. I said hi. He turned toward me and nodded in response. “You look really hot,” I said. He smiled and said, “You’re a hot fucker yourself, man. What’s up? Have I seen you here before?” “Maybe,” I said. “So you like what you see?” He chuckled- now I was certain it was him. I would never forget that laugh. “Of course- what’s not to like?” I smiled. “You should see my tattoo,” I said. “Oh yeah?” He took a drink from his beer as I turned around to show him the marks on my ass. He just stared at it, then I saw the light come on in his mind as he figured it out. “Fuck, man, the last time I saw something like that is was from a marker ink, not tattoo ink.” I looked him right in the eye for what seemed like minutes. I could tell his mind was racing. He must have been wondering what I was doing there, why I had showed him my tattoo, was I angry, was I going to start trouble? I admit I enjoyed it. In fact I enjoyed it so much a smile began to break out on my face. “You changed my life,” I said. “You gave me what I wanted before I admitted it to myself.” I stepped up to him and put my arms around him. I felt him sigh as his arms folded around me. We ended up talking most of the night. He told me it had all started with dungeon parties. He and some friends had all tested positive and they had begun to find guys out there chasing the bug. One thing lead to another, and it turned into pozzing parties, always pozzing someone they had identified as a real chaser. I was the second guy they had gangbanged in that way. I was the only one who got the permanent marker. There had only been two others after me, both had actively sought them out. They realized a rumor had spread, and many of the guys had been scared off. He himself had been fully disclosing and only fucking bare with other poz guys. Yes, I did learn his name, and yes I did go back with him to his dungeon where we both got a recharge from each other. His ass was hot and tight and I left the biggest load of my life up in there. I have a new job now back in my home town. I didn’t move back in with my parents, though. I moved in with Sir. Dungeon parties have started back up with some hot bdsm scenes. And I have recently found a few guys online looking for a hot poz couple to breed them. I have shown their profiles to Sir. He chuckled with an evil glint behind those sunglasses. The end

I love fucking and getting fucked through a gloryhole. The CumUnion parties at Steamworks in Chicago always seem to have a lot of bottoms with their asses backed up to the gh. It's so hot sliding my dick into a totally anonymous cum oozing hole.

He said it was 10.5. I didn't measure but tend to believe him. It was fat even in proportion to its length! Big, perfectly-shaped mushroom head like a tennis ball! I couldn't get it in my mouth; all I could do was suck on it, lick on it, kiss it, worship it. But, oh, I loved suckin that big thing. I sucked him off in a dirty bookstore... I sucked him off in the park... I sucked him off in a mall restroom...

PART 3: “Told you I was a freak, now let’s chill a bit. I need a drink, then we’ll see about getting up.” In part 2 Derrick had just finished shooting a third load up my ass while I shot my poz cum into someone else. Derrick was sitting at the table in the motel room, which was still covered with empty beer bottles, coke cans, food wrappers, a couple ashtrays with cigarettes in various stages of being smoked, and his pipe and supplies. So, cum tally at the end of part 2: 1 load in my mouth when I sucked Derrick in his car, 3 loads in my ass from Derrick in his hotel room, 2 loads in my ass from the tall guy who had watched through the window then joined in The curtains were still open a little on the end, but I didn’t care anymore. Hell, whoever had wanted to be a Peeing-Tom had watched me get fucked by two different guys, watched me unload in a hooker’s hole, and more – so screw it. I was too buzzed to care anymore. I looked at my watch and it was now about 9:30 p.m., I had been with Derrick for about 5 hours now and my week long vacation and plan on getting as much dick and cum as I could was off to an amazing start! I was not tired at all as between sleeping in late that day, and the rock in the pipe, I was wired and up. My ass was sore though, and when I sat down at the table with him realized just how tender my hole was now. But I liked it. It was a, “I know I have just been fucked good,” sore, so I embraced it and looked forward to what else the night might bring. Derrick got up to use the bathroom, and told me to make him a Jack and Coke. The Coke was now a little warm, and the Jack Daniels bottle was now empty as I poured the last of it into a plastic cup I found by the bathroom sink. As I went to get the cup I watched a second as Derrick was pissing, a long steady stream, and right then wanted nothing more than to taste it. When he came back out, I handed him the cup with the JD and Coke, noticed his dick head looked a little wet, and knelt down and licked the remaining piss off his dick. Then sat back in the chair. Derrick gave me that evil grin again, but didn’t say anything and took a swig of his drink and lit a cigarette. I wanted to ask him about where he was from, if he was straight or what, but figured best to just keep quiet and not ruin the fun. If Derrick wanted to tell me he would, so I opened another beer, which was totally warm now too. We made some small talk, about really nothing, Derrick finished off his JD and Coke, looked at the empty bottle, and said, “Need to hit the liquor store before they close, get some more JD, beer, bag of ice, and those little pills they sell behind the counter to keep your dick hard. This good shit does that too, but I am going to keep fucking you if you can take it. Can you take it some more?” I was still horny as hell and wanted to be the biggest cum pig I could, and eagerly replied, ”HELL YEAH! I CAN HANDLE ANYTHING YOU GOT!” HA! Little did I know my mouth would get me into trouble on that one. We got into his car and as we drove out of the parking lot I noticed there were a lot more cars now than when we had come in and more people standing around outside. No one seemed to pay us any mind, so we drove to a liquor store about 5 minutes away. I gave Derrick some cash, asked him to grab some chips or something too, and soon we were back at the motel. This time Derrick entered the far end of the parking lot and drove completely around the motel real slow as he looked at the cars and folks standing outside. I thought maybe he was looking for the tall guy again. He parked, we went back into the room, he made another drink, and told me to pour the ice into the bathroom sink to chill the beers that had gone warm. Once we got settled Derrick pulled his pipe out, opened the plastic bag that still had a bunch of rock in it, and said, “You ready?” I shook my head yes, finished my beer, and then took my clothes off. Derrick was still dressed as he handed me the pipe, used the lighter, and let me take a few big hits. He then did the same, sat back and let it kick in a little. I was ready – I wanted his dick in me and got up to kneel in front of him to suck him again. “No,” Derrick said, “Got something else planned. Now take a few more big hits, then bend over the end of the bed.” I quickly obeyed and bent over in that spot where the opening in the curtains gave a clear view of my white ass to anyone who walked by who bothered to look. While the room lights were not that bright, they were bright enough, so I knew I was being seen. Derrick grabbed his keys, “I’ll be right back.” I knelt on the floor and laid my chest on the bed on top of a couple pillows, waiting for Derrick to return. My dick was hard thinking about him or the tall guy fucking me again. He was barely gone a couple minutes when I heard him opening the door. Derrick walked in and behind him walked in this big, monster of a man. This dude was maybe a little shorter then the tall guy, but not by much, and built thick and broad like a football player. He also had a bit of a gut that stuck out through his open jacket and short buzzed hair. He looked rough – total street thug type and maybe mid-40’s. My ass creamed a little. “What the fuck - that ain’t no pussy!” the new guy said. “You said you had some pussy here needing to be fucked damn it!” Derrick patted the big guy on the shoulder and said, “Relax my man, I told you I had some good white pussy and that is some GOOD white pussy that is ready for any black dick that needs to fuck. Alright? I told you I’d take care of you, now here, just chill, sit a sec, and hit this shit. Got some good shit, so chill man, OK?” I was ready to run at that point, this dude was not happy and figured I could hide in the bathroom if I had too, but he just glared at me a second longer, then sat at the table. I didn’t dare to move and stayed kneeling at the end of the bed as Derrick put some rock in the pipe and handed it to the new guy. The guy glared at me again, but took the pipe, several big hits, passed it back to Derrick, and I could see him visibly relax as the rock kicked in. He closed his eyes, licked his lips a few time, and said, “Got a drink?” Derrick handed him the bottle of JD and his plastic cup, the guy pored some in the cup, did a shot, then set the bottle on the table. “Better man?” Derrick asked him. The guy shook his head, “Yeah.” Derrick handed the pipe to him again and said, “See man, good shit, I told you, now I know that shit makes a dick hard, so let the pussy suck it for you a little, it’ll feel good, telling you man, real good.” The big guy did not reply right away, just closed his eyes a little again and licked his lips then said, “Alright, but turn off the fucking lights.” Derrick got up, turned off the lights, closed the opening in the curtains, as the guy hit the pipe. “Now suck him,” Derrick said. I was still unsure about this, but the guy had taken another hit, had his head back and had spread his legs a little, so I scooted over in front of him. By the light coming in from around the edges of the curtain, and the bathroom and TV, the dude was even scarier up close. “You good man?” Derrick asked, and the big guy just grunted, so I reached up and rubbed the bulge that was showing in his pants. Fucking Christ – his dick was as big as he was! It felt like a monster! He did not stop me so I began to work at his fly and could not get it open. He then stood up abruptly scaring the shit out of me, undid his belt, opened his pants, let them drop to the floor, then sat back down in the chair with a grunt and grabbed the pipe again. FUCK that dick was HUGE! Not only was it quite a bit longer than Derrick’s, but it was very thick and round with a massive head on it. I was stunned and not quite sure, but reached out, lifted it with my hands, slowly peeled the foreskin back, and started rubbing my tongue around the head. “Hmmm,” the big guy moaned. Derrick lit his pipe up, nodded at me to continue, and watched as I licked the head and started licking up and down the shaft. I then worked to get the head in my mouth. It was difficult at that angle, but I finally got the head in and felt my jaws scream as I opened wide to swallow as much funky shaft as I could. I sucked him for a little while and had spit and drool running out of my mouth as I tried to manage that monster dick. As he got harder I started to gag as I went down on him, which seemed to turn him on as he began thrusting his hips a little, which made me gag even more. I started to pull my head off his dick and he suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, pushed my head down onto his dick and thrust up at the same time. His dick suddenly filled my throat completely and I could not breathe! Tears started streaming down my face as I gagged and tried to breathe, trying to pull off, but he was not letting go, just tried pushing his dick deeper down my throat. Finally, after it felt like I was going to pass out, “Yo man, hit this shit again,” Derrick said. The big guy let go, and I pulled myself off his dick and sat back trying to catch my breath. Holy fuck – the asshole was trying to kill me! Derrick laughed a little, “Was not so bad now huh? Told you I would take care of you big man.” The big guy took the pipe, did not say anything, and did a few more hits. Derrick kept talking, “So you know man, got this pussy opened up for you, bet it could take you if you want to fuck – you know nothing feels better with this good shit then a nice hot pussy wrapped around your dick so you can bust that nutt – you feel me?” The big guy just looked at Derrick, handed him the pipe, “Yeah, OK, but you need to leave. I like to fuck a long time and I don’t want nobody watching me.” Derrick said, “Ain’t gonna happen. My room, my shit, so you either gonna do this or you ain’t.” The big guy said, “OK, but I got to piss,” and stood up and went to the bathroom and closed the door. I stood up and told Derrick,”I don’t think I can take him. His dick is was way too big.” Derrick reached out and slapped my white ass, smiled, and said, “You’ll be alright, you can take it, I got you nice and opened up and I know that hole is gonna like this. Here, you better do some big hits, you are really gonna need it this time. And don’t disappoint me, because I want to see that hole wide open and if you do a good job I got some more bull nutt myself to put up there.” With that, he put a big piece of rock on the pipe and had me inhale some more clouds. The guy was still in the bathroom, Derrick took a hit, then handed me the pipe again, “You just open up – let him in – OK, just open up. You told me you could handle anything I had, so you better handle this.” I shook my head and was now feeling a little dizzy as the rock kicked in and the rush of euphoria made me feel hot from head to toe. Derrick squirted a big gob of lotion in his hand, reached out, and started rubbing it in my hole. I bent forward a little and he roughly shoved three fingers up my ass, then a fourth and worked them around, digging at my guts, scraping my ring with his nails making me nice and tender. It hurt, but the cool from the lotion felt good. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” Derrick said. I walked back to the end of the bed and got in position – and waited for the monster BBC. The big guy came out of the bathroom, shut the bathroom light off, went to turn the TV off, but Derrick said, “No, I am going to watch. Here take another hit then you can hit that pussy. Not just hit – SLAM IT! OK? OK? We’re just having a little fun and got some good white pussy for you to fucking breed. You said you needed some pussy tonight, well big man I’m taking care of that. So hit this pipe, then I want to see you fuck that white pussy like you want? You know? Mount it like a prison whore. You just take it, that pussy ain’t going nowhere – and if it tries – well my man you big enough to make sure it can’t - so you enjoy it.” The big guy walked over to Derrick and I looked to the side as he stood there taking the hit. The shadow of that monster dick against the light from the window was amazing, but scared the hell out of me. I still didn’t think I could take it, yet at this point didn’t see much choice. I held the pillows under me tighter, opened the poppers and started taking big hits. The poppers mixed with the rock made me feel even more out of it. I was shocked back to reality as I felt the guy press between my legs and a stream of lotion flow into my crack. I put my head down as I heard him lube up his dick and looked to the side as Derrick was sitting there stroking his cock in the chair closest to the end of the bed. The big guy then started pressing the head of his dick against my hole. He didn’t say a word, just pushed his dick. My hole was open from all the fucking, but still resisted and the big guy pushed harder. My world exploded as that monster head popped through the outer ring and into my ass. I yelped, swore, saw stars and thought I was going to pass out from the pain, but that did not stop him, he just kept pushing his dick, trying to open me up wider. By reflex I tried to run from that dick and pull away, but his hands grabbed my ass and yanked me back towards him. “Yeah man, want to see you rape that white pussy good,” Derrick said, “That’s it, open that pussy up, yeah man, you fuck it like you want, bet you ain’t had pussy you could fuck like you want and cum inside of in a long time.” When did Derrick become an evil bastard? The big guy didn’t say anything, just pushed forward with his hips and pulled me back towards him with his hands. He paused, his dick did not feel like it was that far into me, but it hurt like fucking hell! He shifted his hands up around my waist, tightened his grip, pulled me back a little on the bed, then thrust hard and paused. I saw stars again, yelped even louder, and gasped as that knocked the wind out of me. I tried fumbling with the poppers and spilled more than I was able to sniff, but it helped. The big guy repositioned himself again, pulled back a little then thrust hard again. FUCK – it felt like he was literally splitting me open. I wanted to scream or cry out, but now when I opened my mouth just little whimpering gurgling sounds came out. The pause was even shorter this time as he pulled that monster cock back and thrust, pulled back and thrust. “Put some more lotion on that shit man,” Derrick said, “Then tear up that pussy.” The bastard was urging him on! Fucker. The big guy pulled his cock all the way out of me and that time the cry in my throat came out real loud and Derrick just chuckled. The big guy squirted some more lotion on his dick, I quickly hit the poppers, and then he was pushing that monster head back in. The monster dick head popped in through my outer ring, and I cried out again, loud as I could this time. He pulled all the way out and did it again, making me scream like a little girl getting her cherry popped. I think that turned him on as the head felt even bigger and he pulled it out and popped it through several times real fast. I could barely breath from the pain now and managed to ask him to please stop. He paused and I thought thank God, I can’t take anymore. But Derrick said “Naw man, don’t stop. Told you, fuck that pussy like you want. I want to see that white pussy get raped and you’re the big man to do it, now bust it up.” What? Before I could say another word the big guy started fucking again. This time he was pushing in as far as he could with each thrust of his dick, which took him deeper and deeper up my ass. He blew out the second hole in my ass and kept going. I was whimpering, babbling, and almost crying as he raped my ass and with the firm grip he had on my waist there was no where to run. Through the pain there was a new level of pleasure that I started to feel. While every thrust was excruciating, it was also feeling good too and I knew I was truly being fucked by a monster dick. Totally raw – skin on skin – deeper and harder than I could believe. The big guy kept fucking and I realized my ass must be loosening up for him (not by choice, but force) as he was fucking faster and deeper and the deeper he went, the more ecstasy I felt. I was starting to really get into it when he paused, pushed himself up behind me on his knees onto the bed, then pushed me forward and face down so I was laying flat. The pillows I had placed under my stomach for support were now under my hips, which elevated my hole a little. The big guy laid flat on top of me, reached around, and grabbed one ass cheek in each hand. He spread my ass open, worked his dick in my hole a little deeper, then put his hands back up near my head. His dick was hitting even deeper in this position and my whimpering and yelps of pain started to get louder. I had my head turned to the right thinking Derrick could hear me better and would stop the guy, but he didn’t. One thrust made me cry out really loud and this time the big guy moved his left arm under my neck, and covered my mouth with his hand. I could feel his breath on my ear and side of my face as he placed his head against mine and kept fucking. His mouth must have been open as I felt some spit from him dribble onto my face. He was totally raping me now so I tried to just focus on relaxing and letting him have my ass. I don’t know how long he fucked, it felt like forever and he was right in that it took him a while as he laid on me pumping his raw dick in and out of my ass. I was having a hard time breathing between his hand over my mouth and his weight on me, but he did not seem to care. He started to moan and grunt and his fucking got a little faster and rougher. “That’s it man – breed that white pussy with that nutt – rape that nutt up there,” Derrick said, “Rape it harder, MAKE IT HURT!” THE BIG GUY’S MOANING GOT MORE INTENSE AND HIS GRIP ON MY FACE TIGHTENED – HE THEN STOPPED FUCKING AND STARTED A GUTTURAL ROAR, “UUHHHH, UHHHH, UHHHHH” AND STARTED FUCKING HARDER AND FASTER AGAIN. HE WAS PULLING ALMOST ALL THE WAY OUT AND SLAMMING INTO ME NOW AND MOANING ‘UHHHHH’ – HE PAUSED AGAIN AND THIS TIME I FELT HIS COCK SWELL, AND QUIVER AS HE STARTED TO SHOOT, “FUCK,” HE SAID HE AS CUMMED WAY UP IN MY GUTS. His orgasm rocked his body, and he then moved his hand away from my mouth, took his arm from under my neck and just lay on top of me breathing hard. It seemed like he stayed like that for a couple minutes as I felt his dick soften up inside me. I still felt full, but could tell he was not hard anymore. His dick slid out of my ass, he rolled off me, stood up, and went into the bathroom. I was still trying to catch my breath when Derrick said, “Told you that you would take it,” and laughed a little. “Got this bull fucking dicl hard hearing you cry like that you nasty little bitch fuck, now just stay like that.” No problem, I couldn’t move. I heard the water in the tub running, the toilet flush, and the big guy came out. Derrick said, “Yo man, that was good huh?” The big guy was still breathing heavy and just said, “Yeah,” and proceeded to put his pants on and got dressed. “You up for freaking again later? Want to hit that pussy again” Derrick asked him. The big guy said, “Yeah, OK, if I can get some more of that good shit you got. That’ll work. I’m always horny as fuck when I wake up. If you still up, here’s my room number, should be up around 4:30 a.m.” And with that he left. Again? Fuck no. Not me. Derrick then opened the end of the curtains a little like before, walked over to the bed, “Now I’m gonna give you some more bull nutt,” as he climbed onto the bed, got on my back, and in one push shoved his cock balls deep into me. I barely flinched after the fuck I just took and the thought of him working the big guy’s cum into my guts made my dick hard and I started to beg him to fuck me, fuck me harder, please fuck it. Derrick grabbed my shoulders and fucked like there was no tomorrow. He was already close, “Let me hear you cry, take this nutt in that raped pussy, take this bull nutt, oh yeah yeah yeah…….” And Derrick shot his load. When he was finished he stood up, turned the lights on, and knelt back on the bed. He pushed my legs open, spread my cheeks, and probed at my hole with his fingers. “DAMN you’re open, and my man tore you up, nice mix of blood and cum back here. You been FUCKED!” as he laughed a little. Blood? Damn, well I was sure that whatever Derrick had and the big guy had I had too. The thought of them pozzing me even more made my dick even stiffer. What else did they give me? Derrick got off the bed, sat at the table, and I got up to use the bathroom. My ass was totally open and a mix of blood, cum, ass juice, and lotion started coming out. Damn – no wonder my ass hurt. I thought I was sore before! I finished, went back out to the room and sat at the table. Derrick gave me that evil grin, “You a freak boy. I like that. Glad I ran into you and you take some good dick. You want some more?” Did he even have to ask? So, cum tally at the end of part 3: 1 load in my mouth when I sucked Derrick in his car, 4 loads in my ass from Derrick in his hotel room, 2 loads in my ass from the tall guy who had watched through the window then joined in 1 load from the big guy who mounted and raped me Stay tuned for part 4 – Dick in the alley and fresh jail dick

Today I spent another Sunday morning with my friend from last weekend and his roommate. This time I arrived clean and lubed already, and they were waiting for me naked in their living room. We never made it to the bedroom. My host - the guy I originally went there to hook up with - opened the door and like last weekend, his roommate was sitting on the sofa. Unlike last weekend, though, this time the roommate was stroking his long, thick cock. I pulled out my brown bottle and took a couple of hits before kneeling in front of him and taking that perfect hog into my mouth. In no time my host's hands were on my ass. I had prepared for this not only by cleaning out and pre-lubing my hole, but by wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. He quickly pulled the shorts down around my knees and with no warning, rammed his already-hard cock into my tight hole. It took me by surprise and the pain made me instinctively pull away from him. He hadn't lubed his shaft and the burning sensation was a little too much to bear, and I whimpered around his roommate's shaft. Thankfully, he reached for a bottle of lube on the end table next to the sofa and poured a generous stream onto his cock before stroking it to spread the lube around. He was no more gentle the second time he entered me, but this time the combination of my anticipating him and the extra lube let him slide right in, until his balls were slapping against mine. He began to vigorously pump his cock in and out of my tight, eager hole. Meanwhile, his roommate pumped his cock in and out of my throat, holding my head in place and letting me breathe only after 3 or 4 good thrusts. His cock was so thick I hadn't been sure last weekend that it would fit in my throat, but my some miracle he slid down with ease, until his balls touched my chin. When he allowed me to come up for air I could see the growing wet spot under him as my saliva ran in a river down his shaft and around his balls. They were coated in a thick, slippery layer of spit that I eagerly lapped at when given the chance. My host's pace suddenly quickened and his breathing got faster. I knew he was getting close to cumming in my hole, and I was a tad disappointed that I would be denied the simultaneous orgasms the roommates had had last weekend. My host gripped my hips tightly as his cock spasmed in my hole, and he dumped his load deep inside me. "My turn," his roommate said immediately, and I knew that he had been saving himself to experience my ass too. My host withdrew his cock and I heard a few drips of his cum on the wood floor. He was big, but his roommate was bigger, and I took a few deep hits from my brown bottle while the roommate got off the sofa and positioned himself on his knees behind me. My host took his roommate's place on the sofa, guiding my mouth to his half-hard shaft, which tasted of lube and cum and ass. It was delicious! As his cock slid into my mouth, his roommate's cock invaded my hole and stretched me to an extent I never thought possible! But I took it all, to my amazement, and it felt incredible! It didn't take long before he, too, was gripping my hips and shuddering as he dumped his load deep inside me. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Unbelievable!" "Told you, didn't I?" my host asked his roommate. With that, the roommate sat next to my host on the sofa and I alternately worked both of their cocks with my mouth, hoping they would be up for another go. My host's cock started getting hard again after about 15 minutes - but I'll save what happened next for another post!

So I was at a leather club last weekend and visited the darkroom. It was really dark.. couldn't see anything, but I got into position with my ass in the air. Soon after that I heard another guy come in and after some fumbling he found me and pushed his cock inside me. I had had a few beers, and started taking a lot of poppers while he fucked me so I was kind of lost...I just loved him fucking me and begged him to cum in me. He said something but I didn't really pay attention to what since I was so horny. He came in me and got up and walked out. It was only then that I thought about what he said: it was something like "do you want my poz cum?". I had just continued to beg him for it, and he had said it again, but I still just said I wanted his cum inside me. So he spunked me up. Still don't know if I catched it, but I should probably get tested. I don't think I'll mind much either way, but it's good to know of course.

Bttm sluts need to know their place. Between a man's legs. Obey. Take our seed.

have known some hard core nasty fucking "TOPS" in my day with small COCKS but big fucking attitudes

I like bottoms with small dicks. A small dick means the guy knows his place as a bottom.

I could not control myself on the way from St Louis to Atlanta. I had several clients set up. I'm sucessful as an escort because not only am I hot and masculine, I love fucking men. I'd do this even if I didn't get paid. I can cum all day. Twice I stopped on the road to masturbate by myself, thinking of the fun I would be having later in the evening. The third time an older man followed me and put his fingers in the stall door before I could shut it and slipped inside. He must have known what I wanted. He was a daddy-type, 50ish, greying hair, masculine, an ex-football player guy. I looked at him and thought, boy do I have a friend who'd like you. I had my bug chasing buddy in Atlanta who was meeting me, cute twink type. And he loved older men. No sooner had these thoughts gone through my head than the daddy in the stall unzipped my pants and stroked my cock until it was rock hard. I took out some herb and we shared a few hits. He then dropped to his knees, licked and then started sucking my shaft. I unloaded into his mouth while taking a long hit. Damn was I being a bad boy. I had promised my first client my first load of they day. Well, he wouldn't notice. So I got into Atlanta and to the hotel with my first client, forty something married guy who craves cock on the side. Unlike most married's he's into kissing. We make out for awhile and he's reallying into it, loves tounge kissing while we're stoking. It's a bareback night for me, and I'm his regular bud so I turn him on his hands and knees and fuck him. He's a hot guy, medium hairy, nice build, hot fucking ass in the air. I push my hard cock gently inside him. His only experiences have been with me. He tells me how good it feels to have a man inside him. I rub his ass and back as I start to fuck him. Soon he's loving it, panting and pleading for more. I shoot a big load into him and he's satisified. On to the real fun. I have four clients lined up, all daddy's my twink will love mainly because they are all HIV-Positive. My bug chasing buddy is 5'11" 145 pounds white 8.5 cut. Each daddy pays me $300 for this meeting. In addition to the fee each had to be HIV-Positive. We all meet up at another hotel. My buddy is horny as hell. He picks one to call his Dad and others are Dad's buddies. The one he calls his dad has hepatitis-c in addition to HIV. He gets naked for them as they sit around and watch, and then they all feel him up, even his "Dad", and they play with cock and finger his ass. I'm sitting at the side rock hard and stroking. I'm loving the show. He undresses each of them them and then sensually rubs himself against them. I suggest the Daddies all stand in a row. He sucks them all like that, calling the one 60ish guy in grey hair Daddy. Then he gets on the bed. Before they each take turns fucking him, I use a toothbrush inside his to rough up his hole and cut it up. This would help ensure conversion. His "Dad" really gets into it, calling him "son" and making him beg for his infection. He starts with him on his hands and knees. He's got a belly and it lays on the buddies ass while he's fucking him. His daddy then turns him over and pounds his ass, kissing him and sucking on his nipples. They both are hot and screaming passionately. I'm stroking but holding it back. I want my bud once daddy is done with him. Each daddy takes a turn rough fucking his ass using only spit and the previous daddy's toxic jizz as lube. The twink begs for each of the daddy's to convert his ass as they fuck him. Fuck, so hot how they cum inside him knowing that he is possibly still HIV-Negative. Man do I have one satisfied client base. After "Dad" leaves, I turn my bud and do him doggy style. I love his sloppy ass, so open and lubed with other men's toxic cum. He tells me how much he loved the daddies' barebacking him and that sends me over the edge, shooting my last load of the night into him. We make out for awhile and fall asleep. The next day I had a date with a doctor outside of Nashville. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/03/daddies-poz-fuck-bug-chasing-twink.html