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I have submitted several fiction stories here at BZ. I thought maybe some guys would enjoy some true stories from my life. When I was 26 I lived in a big city and had a part-time Master for 7 months until he moved away due to work. He wanted me to move with him, but I wasn't ready to commit to being a full time slave. Part of me wishes I had, cause I've never met anyone else like him or had such a fufilling sex life. But at least I have some wonderful memories. He introduced me to many new things and fulfilled many fantasies. This first story is when we met. It was my birthday weekend and I had taken Monday off so I could have a nice long weekend of drinking, smoking pot, and hopefully having sex. I got laid alot in those days cause I was boyishly cute and slender, (I still am) and had already gotten laid Friday night. Good sex, nice guy, but pretty vanilla. So now it was Saturday and I was in a leather bar searching for something more exciting. I loved older leather daddies, (still do) and usually could score. I was dressed pretty much like everyone else. Levi 501's, white t-shirt, black biker jacket and boots. I was casually making the rounds, checking out some hot men, when I noticed one checking me out. He was definitely sexy. Shaved, bald head, big, bushy mustache, wearing tight jeans that showed a nice bulge, and a leather vest that revealed a very, hairy chest and arms. Yum! I raised my glass and nodded a hello as I casually past him. He reached out and gropped my crotch as I went by. I smiled and nodded my head toward the back patio. I went out back and leaned against a wall, lighting a cigarette. In no time I saw him walk through the door and over to me. "How's it goin tonight boy?" he asked leaning against the wall next to me, lighting his own cigarette. He was a couple inches taller than my 5'11" with a little bit of a belly. Again, yum! "Fine Sir, it's my birthday weekend," I replied, "and how is your night?" "Better now that I've cornered a cute boy." I blushed at his comment. "You flatter me Sir. I'm sure a sexy man such as yourself has no problem attracting the boys." "Not often ones as cute as you. Boys like you are usually at the twink bar." "Well I have more than one side to me, Sir." I demured. "Do tell." he said placing his hand on my ass, rubbing it. "Has anyone given you your birthday spankings yet boy?" "Not yet, Sir. Play your cards right and it may be you." I said cheekily. "Mmmm, a boy with a little spunk in him. I like that." "I bet you do, Sir, in more ways than one." "Play YOUR cards right boy, and maybe you will have my spunk in you." he whispered in my ear as he slid his hand down the back of my pants. My dick strained in my jeans. "Oh, and whats this?" he asked as his finger tried to find my hole. "A plug Sir." I replied as he pushed it a little deeper in me, causing me to moan a little. "A boy who prepares..very nice." We spent at least an hour on the patio, drinking, talking, smoking a joint. He was actually a very nice man. His name was Frank, he was 49, and worked in computers. He said he had seen me around a few times and had really wanted to meet me. He gave me money and had me fetch us beers a couple times. Eventually we both had to piss. As we stood side by side at the trough style urinal, he gave me my first test. "Take my cock out boy, and hold it while I piss!" I did as I was told, as I was WAY into this man. There was no way I'd screw it up! He started pissing a strong stream. "Take my piss in your hand and rub it on your shirt!" I did as instructed. "Again boy!" Again I did. 5 times he had me do this so the front of my shirt was wet with his piss. Then he took his empty beer glass and filled it with the last of his piss. After he allowed me to piss, we returned to the patio, him with a fresh beer, me with his recycled beer. Obviously I didn't need to be told I had to drink it. I was no stranger to piss, but this didn't taste quite like regular beer piss. After some more chat and our drinks were gone, Sir declared, "All right boy, time to quit this bullshit and get down to business." With that, he popped the buttons on my fly and fished out my cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base, lightly squeezing my cock and balls in his hand, and proceeded to lead me through the bar and out the door. Men grinned their approval as Sir led his claimed boy through the crowd, some congratulating him. His apartment happened to only be a few blocks from the bar, and he never let go of my genitals the entire walk, even as he led me into his building. Once we were inside his apartment, he pushed me against the door and started kissing me, deep and hard, grinding his mustache into my face, raping my mouth with his tongue. He pulled off my coat and ripped off my t-shirt as he frantically kissed me. He pushed my jeans down then ordered me to take off my boots and jeans. In no time flat, I was naked, while he remained clothed. "In the future boy, you will ALWAYS be naked in my home." The future? He was pretty confident I'd be back. But if the night finished as good as it started, I knew I'd be back! He pushed me toward the sofa which I took as an invitation to sit. "No boy! On the floor!" I didn't question him and sat on the rug as he went into the bedroom, returning with a mirror that had something on it. He set it on the coffee table and took a razor blade, chopping up some lines. "You ever had crystal before boy?" he asked". "No Sir," I replied, suddenly nervous and excited. The night had just taken a very unexpected turn. I knew what it was, but had never encountered it before. I had done lots of other drugs but not that. "You'll like it boy. And since you don't work till Tuesday, you'll be fine. The rest of this weekend will be my birthday present to you." he said, handing me a little straw. "Two fat lines, one for each nostril." I eagerly snorted the lines, secretly thrilled by this new adventure. My nose and throat burned as the powder entered my membranes. Before long I felt a new, heightened sensation of awareness. My heart beat faster and my whole body tingled, especially my plugged asshole which felt a horniness like never before. Sir went back into the bedroom and returned with some leather items. Quickly he had a collar and wrist and ankle restraints on me. Then he attached a cock and ball harness on me as tight as he could get it. "That's how I like my boy dressed!" said Sir. "Now suck my cock boy!" he ordered, pulling it through the fly in his jeans. I crawled to him and opened my mouth, taking his soft cock into my hungry mouth. For the first time I noticed a thick, chrome cockring around his base. As I sucked him like a starving Ethiopian, his cock grew harder and harder until it reached it's full, hard 8 inches. I pulled off to admire it's beauty. It was extremely veiny with a fat mushroom head. It was a very commanding looking dick. The type a Master should have. Sir held some poppers under my nose and told me to breath deep. He did three hits under each nostril till I was flying high. Then he grabbed my head and forced it back onto his throbbing cock. He pushed my head down, forcing the fat head down my throat, choking me and gagging me. I was in heaven. "That's a good piggy!" he complimented me. "Take my cock! Choke on it bitch! I knew you would be a great boy!" I beamed with pride as I relaxed my throat and swallowed my new Master to the base. He kept up the throat fuck for at least 10 minutes before he pulled out. I panted for air after he exited. "Open your mouth boy!" he ordered me. "Open wide!" I kneeled in front of him as he spit several times into my mouth. "Swallow boy! Then follow me on your hands and knees!" We went into the bedroom where he had a homemade bondage bed. It was black wood, with four tall beams and two by fours around the top, like a perverted canopy bed. Rings and drilled holes were all over it, and I didn't have to guess their purposes. "Made it myself." he proudly said. "Now, face down, legs off the end!" Soon he had me on my stomach, arms stretched and tied down, ankles spread and tied. I just lay there and shook at the excitement of being restrained and high, vulnerable to this sexy man. He pulled out my plug and fingered my hungry hole. I quickly felt a burning inside. "That's a little bootie bump for you boy. Now for a bigger plug." I moaned like a whore as he worked the larger plug inside me, my horny hole sucking it in. "Oh yea!" said Sir. "You've got a hungry little slave cunt there. We'll have to try our best to satisfy it!" "Yessss Sirrrr!" I moaned. "Make me your little slave whore!" I begged as he tied a popper soaked rag over my nose. "I will boy. Don't you worry about that! But first, those birthday spankings!" With that, I felt the first smack of a paddle. I jumped from the shock of it. But it felt so good. 25 more followed and my ass felt like it was on fire while my head spun from the pain and the pleasure and the drugs. "That's such a pretty bright red ass, slave boy. I love to fuck a red hot ass!" With that Sir pulled the plug out and rammed his fat, veiny cock deep in me. I screamed in extasy as he buried himself in me too the hilt. "Oh yea boy! Take your Masters cock! Your MY little slut now! I'm gonna fuck you so much this weekend you won't be able to walk on Tuesday! Damn thats a hot, fuckin slave hole you have boy!" "God yes Sir. Fuck your boy! I wanna be your personal whore! God you feel so good!" And fuck me he did! Fucked me like i had NEVER been fucked before. It had to be at least 45 minutes he pounded my hole. He untied me and we switched positions a couple of times. The final position was on my back with Sir pressing my knees into my shoulders so he could get that fat, mushroom headed cock as deep as possible in me, battering my prostate while my tina soft dick leaked fluid and I babbled gibberish. Sir spit on my face and into my mouth as he pushed his full weight down on me. "Fuck boy!! Here I cum! You ready for your Masters cum? Are you ready for me to breed my new slave boy?" "God yes Sir!" I panted. "Give it to me Sir! Make me your cumdump Sir!" Sir planted his mouth on mine and sucked and bit my tongue as he shook and shuddered, violently shooting his cannon deep inside me, flooding my guts. He collapsed on me while our sweaty bodies both recovered from the most mind blowing sex I had ever experienced. After a few minutes he slowly pulled his spent cock from my wet hole and replaced it with the plug. "Do you really want to be my boy? My slave? My slut? My whore?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. "I would be honoured." "Good." he said kissing me. "Cause your birthday weekend isn't over."

Part 3 After the various men had left, the only one left was the first guy that had come in whom I assumed was like the leader or something. He just hummed to himself nonchalantly as he moved about his business. I just watched him with fear and loathing. "I suppose you're wondering exactly what your situation is #40," he said as he wheeled a contraption behind Billy. "Yes you no longer have a name, just a number. You're #40 and your friend is #41. That's how many slave boys I've gone through. And yes, thats what you are now, my property." He looked me in the eyes as he said these words, enjoying the fear he saw in them. "You see, I have a little underground busines selling boys to satisfy the nasty desires of men. So yea, you're not only a slave now, but a whore too. At least you will be after tonight." He chuckled as he lined up the contraption to Billy's ass. It was a machine with a long pole and a large dildo attached to the end. He placed the tip of the fat, fake cock right at Billy's puffy, red hole. "You're friend here is already officially a whore now. Those men last night paid some good money for a first timer. Tonight is your turn." He said, placing headphones over Billy's ears. A tear rolled down my cheek as I shuddered. "This is going to help break your friend into his new position. The headphones have a repeating loop telling him he's a whore now. A worthless faggot cumdump slave. A slave who will crave cock and cum. A slave who will crave pain and degradation. A slave who will serve any man he's sold too." He removed the metal spreader from Billy's mouth and Billy moaned in pain as he closed his jaw for the first time in hours. "Why?" Billy croaked, barely able to speak. "Why us? Please let me go." he cried. "Oh there's no leaving here #41, unless I sell you once you're of no more use to me, or I dispose of you because you're so damaged I can't even do that. Although I always seem to be able to find a buyer. There's always someone wanting a boy to fufill their ultimate darkest fantasies. The slave I just sold went to a couple in New York. They're particularly cruel and he will suffer greatly before he meets his end." Fresh tears rolled down both our cheeks as we listened to our fates. The man just laughed as he picked up another needle and administered it to Billy. Billy went rigid and coughed again as the man pushed a button on the headphones, then walked to the contraption, flipping a switch. The machine kicked on and started plunging the fake cock deeply and harshly in and out of Billy's already sore and ravaged hole. Billy howled as this new torture was inflicted on him. "That should really bust his cunt open. A few hours of this and he won't even know what world he's in anymore. See you in a few hours, sluts." With that the man left. Billy sobbed and wailed as his abused ass was plundered relentlessly. Unlike a man, the machine kept a steady, unwavering pace, shoving what had to be 9 inches all the way in before withdrawing to the tip, forcing the flared head constantly past Billy's puffy, red sphincter, lubed only with cum and blood. I could only hang there and watch my friends torture, fearing my own. I have no idea how long it went on, hours for sure. Billy's sobs eventually became grunts, then nothing as his ass was pulverized beyond feeling. After what seemed like an eternity, the man and Earl finally returned. Ignoring Billy, they started to finally unstrap me. I fell off and into their arms, unable to controll my numb extremeties. They removed the gag and let me down to the floor. I lay there moving my jaw for a few moments before I started to try to crawl toward the door saying "Fuck You!" to the men. They just laughed as Earl landed a hard kick into my balls with his steel toed boots. I doubled over in pain as the two men each grabbed an arm and dragged me across the floor, my bare skin scraping along the cement. They picked me up and placed me on my back in a leather sling, quickly strapping me in, legs in the air. The man grabbed a needle and tied my arm off. I wept knowing this was the end. Earl dropped his pants and spit on his big, hard cock, lining it up to my asshole as the man inserted the syringe, pushed the plunger, and released the band. WHOOSH!!! A wave of electricity flew threw my body as my brain exploded and my lungs seized up, eliciting a deep, wracking cough. The Earl grabbed my thighs and mercilessly plunged his fat, black cock into me. "AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG" I screamed as a searing pain unlike any I had felt before ripped through my soul. My head thrashed from side to side as my ass burned like it was on fire. "Damn, this is my favorite part of my job!" exclaimed Earl. "Being the first to rip open a young white boy and hear him scream for the first time! The blood is the best!" I knew what he meant, that my asshole was bleeding from being torn apart. I just sobbed and wailed as Earl pounded me as hard as he could. After what felt like an eternity to me, he buried himself as deep as he could and went ridged as he pumped his cum deep inside me. "Feel that boy? Feel that cock spurting deep in your slave cunt? Thats poz cum slut! The same poz cum that shot into your friend yesterday!" I cried as this new realization dawned on me. Although at this point it should have been no surprise. Earl just pulled out and moved to my head, grabbing it. I could see blood and cum coverering his semi hard cock. "Clean it off slave! And don't even THINK of biting it or I will crush your balls with a sledgehammer!" I shook, knowing he meant it, and took his dirty cock in my mouth, trying not get sick as I sucked it clean. The man then entered my burning hole, and pounded me deep and hard. "Call me Master boy! That's my name to you. Master or Sir! Thank me bitch for fucking your slave whore cunt!" I refused and Earls grabbed a riding crop and started hitting my cock and balls as hard as he could till I acquiesced. "Yes Master!" I screamed through my tears. "Thank you Master! Thank you for fucking your whore Sir!" "Thats better slave! You will learn! I will break you, just like I will break your friend, just like I've broken EVERY slaveboy I have captured!" He snarled as he pumped a second load deep in my guts. He too made me clean off his dirty cock. Again I have no clue how many men fucked me that first night, I just know it went on for hours. After my second shot my moans of pain became moans of pleasure. In my fucked up state the cocks raping me started to feel good. I was almost sad each time one pulled out and I felt empty. Oh god, I really WAS a faggot slave whore!

After Justin and I broke up, I was totally devastated and felt very empty inside. Not only my ass was empty because Justin wasn't fucking me regularly, but my stomach felt like a bottomless pit of anguish. Luckily, I was able to concentrate on finals. I was taking 5 classes and I had 2 papers and 3 exams over the next 10 days. They were all pretty evenly spaced out so I didn't have a lot of time to think about Justin. Finals were a time when the library and the dorm were always full of people. It was easy to get into a routine. Gym, food, computer games with a guy on the floor, food, study or write at the library or in my room, food and hang with the guys on the floor and then study until I slept. One of the first mornings of the "prep week", I went into the showers and saw someone's ass under the bottom of the stall. I knew who it was, Paul, my friend on the floor, had been out drinking and was obviously massively hungover. He was sitting on the floor because he was too hungover to stand. He hadn't had a good freshman year. He was beat up while pledging a fraternity and most of the guys who had joined fraternities ignored him after that - including his roommate, the guys across the hall, and Jason. The first semester those guys were all inseparable. It was hard to see him like this. Paul was a really sweet guy. I spoke with Paul that morning and brought him food back from breakfast. We ended up chatting a lot that week. He was transferring after the year ended. I didn't even know that he was thinking about transferring. I guess I had become distant too. I felt bad. Paul and I hung out and studied together all week. He helped me focus and not think about Justin. As finals week crept along, more guys were partying and the noise level increased. Unluckily, I had finals on two of the last 3 days. I took to using Paul's room because it was at the end of the hall. Paul would use mine to play games I had on my computer which he didn't have. It worked out well. On one of the last nights, I finished studying and was falling asleep in Paul's bed. I went back to my room and Paul wasn't tired. I got into my boxers, used the bathroom, and came back to the room. I let him keep playing the game and we chatted for a bit. There was a lot of sexual tension in the room. I got out of bed and leaned over his shoulder a bit to see how he was doing in the game. He turned his face, we looked into each other's eyes and then kissed. A few minutes later, we were both naked and I was moaning as his cock was sliding into my ass. We never even discussed who would get fucked, condoms, hiv status, nothing. There I was bent over my desk with his cock in me. He held his hand over my mouth as he fucked me. He got faster and faster. I could tell he was getting close. His other hand was holding me down. I was jerking off as he fucked me. He was about to cum and I felt Paul tighten his strokes as he was about to pull out and shoot on my back. I said, "Cum in me Paul." It came out as a mumble because he was covering my mouth. He must've understood because he changed his strokes and let it go deep in my ass. Paul and I fucked over the next few days. We fucked 3-4 times a day. We never discussed condoms or hiv status. He did tell me I was the first guy he fucked while sober since he left boarding school. I liked how he fucked me. It was always a good solid fuck. In those last few days, I also had to figure out my roommate situation for the following year and pack, etc. Surprise, surprise! My new roommate was the other Mardi Gras bottom boy - John. Paul and I said our goodbyes and tried to stay in touch, but after he went to another university it was difficult. I ran into him in a bathhouse a few years later, once I moved to New York City, and he fucked me with his friend. It was hot. I went home for the summer. It was really hard to live at home. My dad barely spoke to me. My brother had his own life. My mom was trying, but her love felt more ambivalent than it had before. I think she was trying to adjust to the fact that I was gay. She kept telling me what a lonely life it would be and how sad she was for me. On top of all of that, I kept running into Eli. Whether it was with high school friends, at temple, at the mall, etc. He seemed to be everywhere. All seeing him did was make me feel alone. It also made me think about Justin a lot. That also made me feel alone. I needed to get out of there. I talked to my aunt and uncle about using the cabin, but a storm had knocked a tree onto it over the winter and they were having it repaired this summer. I called John about moving into the New Orleans apartment. He called the landlord and the landlord said the guys in the place had just asked to get out of their lease a month early and we could have it mid July. New Orleans in summer. Yay! Except for the heat and the swampy mugginess, but I did not know how that felt firsthand yet. John and I showed up on the appointed day and ended up moving in as the other guys moved out. The other guys were nice and we all helped each other. It took almost all day. One of the guys moving out, a senior from Loyola University, asked if he could stay on our couch that night because he didn't want to drive to Texas after furniture and boxes all day. We said that he could stay but John and I pointed out that we had no couch yet. We all laughed. He stayed anyway. As we got the place set up, the Loyola stayover, Pete, went to get us dinner and some beer. He came back and we drank and ate a typical New Orleans Monday dinner - Red Beans and Rice with Fried Chicken. We drank a lot of beer too. John fell asleep and Pete and I stayed up talking. I asked Pete if he wanted to stay in my room (previously his room). He knew we were gay and so was he. He said, "Just sleep?" I said, "Sure. But if sex happens, I'm cool with that." We laughed and went to bed. We made my bed, made out, got naked and I saw his fat cock. It was a fireplug cock. Fat and short (5.5" or so). I grabbed that cock and sucked it like I was starving for cock. He and I got into a 69 and he started to finger my ass. I pushed back on his fingers as I sucked his cock. After about ten minutes of him fingering me, lubing me with his spit, and licking my crack; Pete asked for a condom. I looked at him and around the room. I told him I hadn't unpacked them yet. Pete had packed his up and they were in his UHall. We were both disappointed. We switched positions and Pete was on his back and I was sucking his cock again. I was getting him very wet and he was incredibly hard - almost like steel. I went up and kissed him and straddled his waist. His cock was rubbing on mine. He pushed it back between my legs and rubbed the wet head against my ass crack. I was sucking his tongue as he was pressing the cock at my hole. I did what I always do when a cock is on my hole, pushed back. His cock head popped inside my ass. I moaned and he slid in more. I sat back more and his cock slid almost all the way in. I rode his cock for awhile and he was pushing up. We got a good rhythm going and fucked for about a few minutes like that. I said, "Fuck me Pete." He flipped me over, lifted my legs and popped his cock back in my ass. About 20 minutes later, this guy I had just met a few hours ago was about to cum. I said, "Cum in my ass." Pete slammed his hips into me and groaned as he shot his cum inside me. In the morning, Pete was gone and I was really horny. It had been about 2 months since Paul had fucked me and I was craving another fuck. I convinced John to go with me to the bars that night. We got drunk, danced, met some guys and I wound up back in a guy's hotel room taking his raw cock and his load. I took 2 more loads off him by the time I left. The rest of the week, I couldn't get enough cock. I went out every night and a different guy fucked me every night that week - hotel rooms, an apartment, the back room at another bar, and the bathhouse. Some guys used condoms, others didn't; but I wasn't asking. As I went home on Sunday morning after a night getting fucked by a guy in his hotel room, I remembered what that speaker said - "It is the other guy's responsibility to ask me to use a condom and ask about my status." I hadn't asked any of these guys either question. I just wanted to get fucked and I let it happen however it happened. I was kinda freaked out that I had done these things. I felt cum in my wet ass from the guy who had just fucked me again before I left his hotel. I decided I needed to get tested. I spent the next few weeks getting tested(negative), finding a job, and basically hanging out. John and I bought a couch and a few other things for our place. It was during one of those trips that John told me about chat rooms where I could meet guys. He told me about AOL and gay.com. I was interested. He told me guys met for dates and sex, but it was up to what you wanted. Profiles, pictures, etc. I went back to the apartment and set up a different AOL account/screenname and a gay.com account. I was tired of being alone. I was hoping this would help me meet my future boyfriend/partner. I tried AOL chat rooms first.......

Part 2 When I could finally take my eyes off my unconscious best friend, I looked around my new environment. I seemed to be in what looked to me like a huge dungeon. The floor was cement and the walls were all stone and brick. Several bare bulbs hung around the room, providing a harsh illumination. All around the room were what looked like torture devices. I recognized a rack from history class, but the other items looked foreign to me, except for the wall that had all kinds of whips and paddles hanging on it. It made my blood run cold. On one side of the room I could see a cage. Inside that cage was what was obviously a man. He was on his hands and knees with his head sticking out a hole in the front. But you couldn't see his face because it was covered by a leather hood with a large black funnel attached to the top of the cage, and a tube leading to his mouth. I could also see another tube that came out of his dick and disappeared into his ass. I didn't need to be told the reason why. The final thing I took notice of was a row of barred cells directly opposite of me. There were 6 of them. I could see men in four of them. All of them were asleep on mats on the floor. The first two men I couldn't make out too well. The third man was a muscular guy with a shaved head. The fourth guy appeared to be very skinny. I didn't look to long as I heard men approaching. "What are we doing with #36?" I heard a voice ask. "This ones going to my clients in New York City." Another voice replied. "They haven't bought used property in a while. They made the best offer." Then I saw four men enter through a door. I recognized Earl as one of them. The other 3 were all rough looking men, older with big bellies. "Ahh #40, I see you're awake." Said one of the men, grabbing my balls and squeezing them, causing me to wince in pain. "Good, cause I didn't want to administer your first dose just yet. But wouldn't want you to miss your friends initiation, so you can ponder when it will be your turn." I broke out in a sweat at those words knowing it couldn't be good. I watched as one of the other men unlocked the cell with the skinny guy and hoisted him over his shoulders. As he was carried out I could see his back and ass covered in all kinds of bruises, welts and other marks. The man who had grabbed my balls just laughed as he saw the shocked look in my eyes. "Don't worry #40, you'll look like that some day soon. Maybe you'll meet his same ultimate fate. Or maybe something worse." I screamed and struggeled in my bonds, to no avail. The man just laughed again as he dropped his pants revealing a large, gnarly veined cock that was quickly rising to attention. Earl dropped his pants too revealing an even larger cock while the first man held up a needle, checking its contents. He then tied a band around Billy's arm as Earl hocked some spit on his cock. "Here we go!" said the man as he stuck the needle into Billy, "let the fun begin!" With that he ripped the band off Billy. Billy's eyes flew open as he gasped then coughed a few times. That was the moment Earl was waiting for as he forcefully rammed his snot and spit covered cock straight into Billy's unprotected asshole. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" Oh my god! I had never heard a scream like that before. Earl just held onto Billy's hips and he rammed him over and over as hard as he could. Billy just screamed and screamed as tears flowed down his cheeks, unable to defend himself as he was savagely raped. The first man approached Billy's head, placing his hands on top and plunging his hard cock into the stretched open mouth. Billy retched and gagged, vomiting as he chocked on the cock plowing his throat. I puked myself as I watched my best friend get brutally violated right in front of me, the vomit squirting past my gag and down my naked body. "Oh Billy, Billy, Billy," I said to myself as tears flowed down my cheeks. "I 'm so sorry." knowing I would eventually endure the same thing. I just hung my head and cried as I listened to Billy's weakening screams and the men yelling as they pumped their cum into my best friend. I really have no idea how many men fucked Billy that first time. I was numb, physically and emotionally. I think it was about 10 or 11, and I think most of them fucked Billy twice. I do remember he got another shot at some point, and I remember bright pink cum running down his legs. After a while Billy's screams turned to moans, then simply to grunts as his asshole was turned into hamburger. Raw, bloody hamburger. And I shook wondering when my turn would be.

All toxic fluids are welcomed in my ass.

Last night at ABS, had a taller white guy, maybe 50, with a stache eyeing me in the back for a while. I walked to darkened corner and pushed my jeans down, making sure my ass was exposed to him. Sure enough a few minutes later I felt a hand on my ass, eventually stroking my pre-lubed hole. I bent forward a bit to give him better access, and within moments felt his cockhead in my crack. He slid in slowly- man it was perfect! Not too fat, but long and with upward curve. He was quiet except for his breathing, and after a few minutes of fucking he wrapped his arms around me tightly and pushed in deep. I felt his cock pulsating as he held tightly and let out a muffled moan. My cock shot its load at the quiet intensity. He stayed inside for a bit longer, then his cock plopped out and he walked away. I went home after that- I was 100% satisfied.

I got fucked and bred for World AIDS day. Had a sexy thin black guy with a BBC come to my work where I keep my RV in the parking lot. We go undressed and I sucked him for a few minutes to get him hard and dripping. I lubed him up and turned around and he fucked me for a good 15 minutes before pumping a big load up my ass. I love going home to the wife with a nice gooey ass.

The straight, clean-cut 40-something year old guy on Craigslist posted for a woman who would take the four-day load in his nuts. He wanted a blowjob. Evidently, he was having no luck because when I emailed him playfully suggesting that a guy might do a better job with that, he actually emailed me back. He had just struck out with a third woman and was pretty frustrated. The more we emailed back and forth, the more I could tell he was just your average guy who was kind of losing his mind because he was so horny, and ready to try anything. He asked me whether I was HIV negative and clean. I replied I was. He claimed he had received a blowjob from his college roommate a couple times and had enjoyed the experience, and in all truth, the real obstacle didn't seem getting a blowjob from a guy, but convincing him I didn't expect anything in return. He actually wanted me to explain what I get out of it, so I told him how I got off servicing a man, especially a straight man. I told him how just a fantasy of a straight man using me to empty nuts kind of makes me crazy. He made a big point about asking whether I enjoyed tasting a man's semen. I replied "Yeah, I really get off on it." He finally agreed to give it a try, saying he'd come over to my house. When he showed up my initial thought was that he had honestly been somewhat self-deprecating in his self-description. He had said he was clean-cut , but when he stepped into my living room, he was every gay guy's fantasy of the straight guy who wants a blowjob. He was wearing kind of a thick coat because it was cold outside, but when he took it off and I saw him in his T-shirt and sweats, I couldn't believe how lucky I was that night. We talked for a while, and then I asked if he was ready. He answered 'yeah', so I suggested we go to the back bedroom. I hadn't blown a guy in a while, so I was really hungry to play with him. When we arrived in the bedroom he sort of hesitated as he stood next to the bed, so I stepped over to him, went down on my knees and began feeling up his cock inside of his sweats. He got hard quickly. I began to mouth his penis through the material. Slowly, I began to work his sweats down his legs. Underneath of the sweats he was wearing gray boxer briefs, and I could see the outline of his throbbing dick. Remember I said he was kind of self-deprecating? He described his dick as somewhat thick and a bit of a longer 'unit'. If there ever was an understatement, this was it. After tonguing the salty wet spot his pre-cum had created when it soaked through his boxers, I finally worked his boxer briefs off. His dick was at least eight inches and really thick. I began to work on his cock, sucking the head, and then kind of showing off my skills at deep throating him. The entire time, he leaked pre-come like crazy. I could tell it had been a while since the boy had gotten any attention. Finally he asked if he could sit down, and I told him of course he could. I reminded him that this was about taking care of his needs. Once he was comfortable I got between his legs and continued to work on his rigid dick. My dick was rock hard, and it was kind of uncomfortable in my boxers , so I decided to take them off, and he didn't seem to mind. A few times I could tell he was getting close to cumming, and each time I deliberately backed-off, and when he had calmed down I went back to sucking him. His nuts were extremely sensitive, so he asked me to be careful with them, and I gently tongued them. After about 20 minutes I could tell he had held out about as long as he could, only to have his suggest "Hey, let's change positions." I was kind of surprised he wanted to do that because I could swear he was moments away from ejaculating, but I said "Sure, whatever you want." Then he ordered me to lay on my back. I complied, assuming he was going to mount my face and fuck it to finish up, but instead, without even asking, he began to rub his leaking penis against my asshole. I was stunned - we hadn't said anything about anal, but he was clearly about to cum, and it was also clear he was going to take what he wanted. Fortunately I habitually prep my ass whenever I blow a guy, just in case. It's only happened a time or two, but I like to be ready, and that night I was glad I was prepared. Throughout the entire blowjob, he leaked what tasted like gallons of pre-come , and now he was pre-cumming all over my asshole. Without any hesitation or ceremony, he just hunched forward and the head of his big cock popped into my ass. In two strokes, he was balls deep and then he stiffened, not making a single sound, but I could feel he was ejaculating his sperm into me. He knew he was going to come when I was blowing him, and I had even told him I would swallow when he was ready because he complained that women usually wouldn't swallow cum, but instead of blowing his load in my mouth, when push came to shove, and he needed to empty his nuts, he simply decided he wanted to do it in my cunt. Afterwards we talked and joked about the experience. He said that he really thought this would work for him — he thought it would take the edge off when he was dating women if he didn't have to sleep with them to get his rocks off. He made sure he got my real email address and phone number and then asked when I'd be free again. It's been a couple hours since he left, and I'm jacking off as I feel his straight semen leaking out of my used ass. He's going to be back. Thanks for listening — I just had to tell the story, because I couldn't believe it happened, even though I'm laying here right now with an aching asshole because a straight guy decided to finish his male business inside me.

Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! This was my year to host the ‘orphan’ Thanksgiving dinner. I have a group of friends who have neither family nor significant others, so we get together and have our own holiday occasions. I had gone all out this year - turkey, ham, pies, all the trimmings, and the condo looked great! My dealer had dropped off a huge supply of the strongest 420 in DC, the liquor store delivery took up an entire extra table, and I even had a local landscaper come and deck out my balcony with seasonal flowers and plants and provide inside greenery - everything was perfect and all that was left was to finish cooking and do some last minute cleaning and tidying up. That is until the thermostat went bonky and decided that the only setting it could do was ‘hotter than the underside of Hell’. I frantically called the front desk and they were their usual, unhelpful selves, but said they would put a call into the condos’ handymen to see who might be able to help, but they were all off for the holiday so no guarantee. While the weather was not horribly cold yet, I didn’t relish the idea of having to leave the balcony door open all afternoon and evening just to try to stop my guests from burning up. In the meantime, I propped the door open, pulled a fan out of storage, and got back to stirring, whisking, and basting. About 30 minutes later I heard someone yell, “MAINTENANCE!” then heard the sound of keys and swearing. I dropped the spoon I had in my hand, grabbed a towel, wiped the streams of sweat off my face and barely took two steps out of the kitchen before I saw one of the handymen in my condo hallway. First I was pissed that he just let himself in, but then was relieved that someone actually showed, so I tried to smile. My smile faded fast when I realized who it was - Jointer Jim. That’s not his real name of course, but that’s what everyone called him. Our building handymen are an odd looking trio - one is an older, extremely overweight man who is literally wider than he is tall; the second is a young guy who is handsome, clean cut, and always polite; the third is Jointer Jim. He is tall, lanky, middle aged, and missing the index and middle finger on his right hand and the worst disposition in the world! Always pissed, angry, rude, condescending, and a total asshole. Fuck! Jointer Jim lost his two fingers from fucking around in shop class in Jr. High. I guess his real name was James or Jim. He set his tool box down by the mini-bar I had set up, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and boldly opened it, poured himself a huge drink, and gulped it down, then set the empty glass back down with a BANG. He gave me a twisted grin, wiped the remnants of drink off his chin, and asked, “What’s so fucking urgent that my phone gets blown up on my day off?” I was stressed and sarcastically said, “Why don’t you pour yourself another - sounds like you NEED it - and if you don’t realize the problem yet, maybe you are not the right man for the job,” and then walked back into the kitchen. I was in no mood for dealing with him and thought right then that sending him away might be the best thing. I heard his tools clanging as he dug around in his bag and tried to ignore that he was there as I went back to prepping food in the kitchen. A few minutes later I was shocked back into focus as I caught a whiff of something that was not cooking in the kitchen and went back out to the living room. There was Jim, bold as fuck, smiling as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from my good 420. I don’t smoke, but find it sexy when a top does, and for just a split second my ass pulsed in hunger. Then my anger flared as I said, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Ever think of asking first? That’s for my guests!” He just smiled, took another hit, then grabbed the TV remote and said, “I’m going to watch the game a bit while I finish this.” It was not a question, just the demand of a rude asshole. I growled, “Fine. But they’ll be here for dinner at 6:00 and it would be nice if my place was not a sweatbox, and if all my drink and shit was not gone before then.” Dinner prep was hard to focus on as I continued to fume about his attitude and then I realized I had not even asked if he had fixed the problem with the thermostat. I stomped back out to the living room to find Jim casually laid back on the couch, his feet up on the ottoman, drink in one hand and blunt in the other. He just gave me his cocky grin and a flick of wrist toward the wall. I walked over, the thermostat seemed to be working fine again and he had set it back down to comfortable 70 degrees. I turned, he exhaled followed by a small cough, I grit my teeth and said, “Thank you,” and left him as I went back into the kitchen. I heard the balcony door close and the blinds coming down and when I stepped out of the kitchen Jim just looked at me with a fuck off grin. I shook my head and went back into the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of the game from the TV, smell the heavy cloud of weed, picturing him in my mind with his feet up and that ‘fuck you’ grin. I stopped - the sounds had changed - it was no longer the cheering of a roaring crowd but the demanding voices of a mandingo gangbang - shit! I scurried back out of the kitchen and stopped. There was Jointer Jim, his pants down around his ankles weighted to the floor by his massive set of maintenance keys. His legs were skinny, his hip bones showed either from the angle of the light or from how thin he was. Jim moaned as he looked at me, his blunt held between his teeth, his upper lip curled on the end in a smirk. He then took his blunt out, let a long, thick drool of spit descend from his dry lips like a leaf slowly falling from a great Oak tree, which landed mid-shaft on his dark, ebony wood. I gasped a little as Jim used the spit to slick his dick with his clawed hand - there was something wild and taboo about watching his fucked up hand jack his mighty rod. He turned full towards me and said, “Get on your knees fag boy and suck my dick. I know you want to.” A mix of anger at his assumption and excitement knowing how much I desired his dick right then washed over me. I started to protest, “I...I’m not a fa….” Jim snarled, “STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. Yes you ARE! You forget - COCK SUCKER - I’ve been here before. I’ve seen your pile of porn flicks. Not this stuff that I’m sure you haul out for the DL brothas, but that nasty shit you usually have stacked at the bottom of the pile - you know what I’m talking about.” Yeah, I did, and even managed to blush just a little, which made him laugh and choke on his smoke. Serves him right. “Come on then, hike that skirt up and get on your knees and gag on my dick like a good cock sucker. Then if you do me right, maybe - just maybe - I will dig them guts out and give you some real man juice,” Jim tempted. All thoughts of dinner prep went out of my head as I watched him hit the blunt and his dick start to swell with blood as it engorged itself in the delights of the porn flick. I quickly stumbled out of my pants, knelt on the wool carpet, and hefted his meaty dick up to eye level. It stared back at me, winked, and drooled a little. I spit on the head, Jim laughed, and as I guided the phat head to my mouth he said in between puffs, “THAT’S IT FAG BOY... ...OPEN THEM LIPS… ...LET ME HEAR YOU GAG ON MY SHIT… ...GIVE ME THAT SLOPPY NECK… ...CHOKE ON MY SWEATY DICK… ...I AIN’T WASHED MY MEAT IN ABOUT A WEEK, THAT’S WHAT PUSSY MOUTHS ARE FOR… ...TAKE YOUR TIME, THERE AIN’T NO RUSH… ...THAT’S RIGHT, GET IT NICE AND WETT SO IT’LL GO IN SWEET AND DEEP INTO THAT ASS… ...I DON’T FUCK EASY, NOT AT ALL, SO IF YOU CAN’T TAKE IT LIKE A BROTHA GIVES IT, YOU BETTER SWALLOW MY NUTT.... ...OH YOU PAUSING NOW? WONDERING IF IT’LL FIT?... ...BEND THAT FAG ASS OVER, LET ME MAKE IT FIT!” “Can I get the poppers and lube?” I pleaded. Jointer Jim stamped out the finished blunt, “No. I’m trying to stuff that tummy MY WAY! I like a bitch who tells me it hurts, cries that my dick is stretching them walls, putting her on her period - so you trying to get nasty and get bitch fucked and that pussy hole super soaked, or we done?” I mumbled a pathetic, “Yes,” and he slapped my face and said, “Speak up faggot bitch - let your BBC Master hear you!” So I did. I debased myself for his pleasure, and every plea and whimper and second of pathetic begging made his onyx monster grow and harden. “That’s what I like to hear,” Jim chuckled, “Hungry ass that’s need that itch scratched, that hole broken, them guts shredded - well you better hang onto your panties cause I’m about to get down and bang that hole WIDE-THE-FUCK-OPEN!” Jim’s clawed hand snapped close across my face as he leaned over me - my submissive body kneeling on the ottoman, my hole wet and eager to feel him push inside. As his throbbing knob punctured my outer ring, Jim tapped the remote and turned up the volume of the rape scene on the porn flick to drown out my own cries. His long arms squeezed my sides, his claw clamped tighter across my mouth and face while he began to rape fuck my hole. There’s something hot as hell about a top who takes what he wants, fuck like he wants, forces a bottom to serve him the way he wants - and I was totally willing to let him use me any way he needed. The long, black dick pulled almost all the way out, angled to the left and SLAMMED back in. I yelped, whined, and cried out. Jointer Jim laughed and did it again. He then shifted his stance to scrape the other side of my guts before just slamming my bussy straight on. “FUCKING JUICY PUSSY HOLE - TOTAL BITCH - THAT’S ALL YOU IS - NASTY, MOTHA FUCKIN BITCH HOLE.” I yowled like an alley cat in heat when Jim yanked his dick out of my now gaping hole. He walked over to wall where the thermostat was, bent down, rooted around in his toolbox and laughed like a trickster as he stepped back behind me. “AIN’T NOTHING BUT FUCKING AIR - CHRIST YOU A HUNGRY ASSED FAG - LOOK AT THAT SHIT - EATS IT RIGHT TO THE HILT,” Jointer Jim said while he tested the elasticity of my now-broken ass ring with the large handle of a screw driver. Not satisfied with my response he shifted a large hammer into his clawed hand, the rough wooden handle pointed at my quivering chute, “OH HELL YEAH - YOU FEEL THAT - CAN TELL BY HOW THAT BACK ARCHES, THOSE HIPS DROP, JUST LIKE YOU READY TO DROP SOME BABIES. YOU EAGER FOR MY MANDINGO BABIES? BREED THAT PUSSY? BAREBACK THAT FUCK HOLE? RIDE THAT ASS RAW SOME MORE? FUCKING SLUT!” I started to buck my ass, riding that wooden handle, trying to feel the metal hammer head kiss my cheeks when Jointer Jim yanked it out, dropped the sloppy tool to the floor with a clang, leaned back over and began to rape fuck my ass again. “YOU WANT THIS NICCA CUM? TELL ME WHAT A SLUT YOU ARE? BEG FOR MY SHIT - BEG FOR MY NICCA BABIES - BEG FOR ME TO TEAR THAT ASS END TO END AND SIDEWAYS - OH YEAH - THAT’S IT - STROKE IT WITH THAT SILKY HOLE - STROKE MY DICK - STROKE MY MOTHA FUCKIN DICK - COME ON - PUSH IT BACK - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT! HARDER - HARDER SLUT BITCH - YOU WANT THIS NUTT? RIDE THAT SHIT HARDER! FUCK YEAH! DUMB ASS FAGGOT - FUCK YEAH - SHOW ME THAT ASS NEEDS THIS DICK DEEP - WANT IT DEEPER? HERE YOU FUCKING GO - GETTING CLOSE - FUCK YEAH - GETTING CLOSE - WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? HUH? WHERE YOU WANT THIS NUTT? WANT ME SHOOT IT INSIDE THAT FAG PUSSY? THAT’S WHERE YOU WANT IT? HERE YOU GO FUCKA - HERE YOU GO - HELL YEAH! TAKE THIS NICCA NUTT - TAKE IT! TAKE IT! MILK MY DICK! TAKE IT….” Thanksgiving dinner was in less than three hours, yet there I was, bent over my couch with the building’s handyman filling me with his own, personal gravy! Jointer Jim’s nutt started to froth out of my ass as he continued to pump my hole and I had to ask, “Can you cum again?”

any rough breeders out there? college jock here. neg. ready to test my limits then go past them

It always amuses me when neg guys are on BBRT especially neg for neg only. Do they ever meet anyone on the site that meets their criteria. At least you know what you like and are taking precautions with your health, you should be applauded for making the effort. Sounds like it's time to block the asshole.

A couple years back, I was fortunate enough to experience full-on trucker sex. At a truck stop. In his sleeper cab. And because it was always a fantasy of mine and it really happened, it is probably my favorite sex story I get to brag about. I was living in the south at the time, and driving home late one Sunday after visiting friends in a city a couple hours away. I had to piss bad, so I pulled into a Pilot gas station an dashed to the restroom. It was close to midnight and there wasn't a lot going on there. There were quite a few idling semi's in the parking lot, but the station was empty. I found the restroom, hauled out my cock and started relieving my distended bladder. About halfway through my piss the bathroom door opened and this skinny, older guy walks up to the urinal next to mine to do his business. The nice thing about this bathroom was that the urinals were those floor to chest models, with no partition inbetween. Perfect for sneaking a glance. The trucker (which I learned he was) had hauled out both his cock and balls through the fly and was pissing no-handed so I had prime viewing. And he was dangling some serious meat! It was thin, but long, with a heavy set of balls. I finished pissing through a semi-hardon. Which, I could see, had caught the Trucker's eye. When he finished, he spent a LONG time milking the piss from his cock, getting himself hard in the process. Naturally I stoked with him, letting him see my interest. After about a minute he said "My truck's just outside." I nodded at him. He put his cock and balls away and said "It's the white Freightliner on the far end. Give me a minute head start before you follow. Come up the passenger's side. I'll have the curtains pulled." Then he was out the door. I stayed in the bathroom and debated what to do. Should I climb into a strange rig? He could be a kidnapper or killer. Or he could be setting me up to get my ass beaten. But the hard cock I'd seen on him made me decide to go for it, so after waiting as I had been told, I headed out. The Freightliner was surprisingly spacious inside. I sat in the passenger seat, all nervous, and he in the driver's seat. He rubbed his package and I sunk to my knees, unzipped him, and pulled it out. Trucker was a skinny, redneck Daddy type, and his cock was every bit of eight inches. Thin, but very long, with a nice head on the end, which I popped right into my mouth. He tasted like he'd been driving and sweating all day. I worked his meat for awhile, until he said "I hope you like to get fucked, because I need some ass." I told him that I did and it had always been a fantasy to take a trucker's cock in his sleeper area. "C'mon then" he said and led me to the back. Right behind the front seats we walked into like a mini-bedroom of sorts. There was a microwave, coffee maker, little end table, and a small tv mounted on the bulkhead. There was also the main lower bed and a flip down bunk which was stowed into the wall. He lay on the bed and I stripped my clothes off. He had me suck him some more before he reached for the KY. He lubed up an fingered my hole while I straddled him. Then he used his hands on my hips to gently push me down to his cock. Because he wasn't super thick, once his head popped in I slid all the way down to the base. "Aww fuck yeah! That's what I need-- a hot hole on my dick!" I bobbed up and down for maybe five minutes, gyrating my ass and squeezing my ass muscles to make his cock feel good. Then almost without warning he said "Fuck, I'm cumming!" And I felt his head pulsing way up inside me. Now I don't mind saying I was just a tad disappointed by him cumming quickly. I was just starting to relax and enjoy his cock. Plus the throb of the idling diesel engine and actually being fucked in a truck had me turned on to where I was rock hard. Figuring we were done, I start to pull off him. "Wait, don't go anywhere. I can cum at least twice without going soft. Just keep riding it and you'll get another load if you want." Was this guy for real?? Evidently he was (or the Viagra was), because I kept slowly riding and milking his cock and true to his word, he never went limp. In fact, within five minutes he was fully hard again and thrusting up into me. I rode him another fifteen to twenty minutes, and toward the end my orgasm was building in my nuts. I was pitched forward and slamming down onto his dick while he shoved upward into me. His dick was massaging everything just right. "Dude, you're gonna make me cum! I'm not even striking it, and I'm gonna cum!" Understand at this point I only ever had tow or three no-hands orgasms in my life. They were still a rare novelty. So he fucked me until my load was shooting all over his chin and chest. I shuddered with delight and was spent. When my orgasm subsided, I started to pull off him again. You know how it is, once you cum you want the cock out of your ass ASAP. "Whoa, slugger, where do you think you're going? I ain't finished yet." With that he grabbed my hips hard and started thrusting up into my ass again. I wish I could say that this part was hot too, but to be honest my ass was getting really sore and I just really wanted him to be done. But he just kept fucking and fucking me. I gritted my teeth and tried to do everything to hurry his orgasm. I worked my ass muscles. I worked his nipples. I pushed the spot below his balls. All while praying that he would fucking blow his load. It probably took an additional ten minutes of him drilling me before he suddenly tensed up and shouted, "Fuuuuuck yeah!" And once again I could feel his bulbous cock head twitching and throbbing deep inside me. Once he shot the last of his load, he smacked my ass twice, and said, "NOW you can get off my dick, and the hell out of my truck." I dressed very quickly and skulked back to my car. My ass leaked his cum all the rest of the way home, an when I got there I jacked off twice thinking about my trucker fuck.

The door opened and his buddy was standing there with a big grin on his face. “So, this is the little pig you were talking about?” "Yeah. Want to make the little fucker squeal some?” “Come on in.” We got two feet into the stairway when my new pigmaster spun me around and clicked a short leash onto the collar I was wearing. He dragged me up the stairs, all the while telling his buddy what a good bootlicker I was. When we got to the top of the stairs he pushed me against a wall and held me there. His buddy took a good, long look, right into my eyes and the let out a long, slow chuckle. That’s when I realized I’d seen him before. He fisted a guy at a sex club one night when I was new in town and was first discovering the scene. I remembered because he was mercilessly punch-fucking a guy in a sling and I was fascinated by how the bottom’s prolapsed hole responded to his touch. So… is that what I’m in for? Oh, well, put on a brave face… I smiled back at him. Then for some reason I stopped smiling and pulled against my leash, against my pigmaster’s hold, and challenged him without saying a word, just with my eyes. His eyes hardened into slits, and his mouth turned down. Challenge accepted. They led me into a bathroom, stripped me and cleaned me out but good. In fact, I started to complain, so my pigmaster put a ball gag in my mouth. For the rest of my time being cleaned out all I could do was grunt and groan but their touch was anything but comforting and told me just how serious the two of them could get. When they were satisfied, they took me down the stairs again and through a door and into a playroom. A big one. It must have been a garage, but our host had transformed it into his own small-scale sex club. There was a toilet, urinal and gloryhole setup on one side, a fuck bench, a St. Andrew’s cross, lots of mirrors as well as a sling hung from the rafters by chains. They pushed me to the right and here were two chairs sitting directly in front of a wooden cage. Into the cage I went and they swiftly locked me in. Our host pulled up a small black table between them. There on the table were sex rigs, loaded and ready to go. The two of them lit cigars and put their booted feet tantalizing close to the bars of the cage. I reached out to touch my pigmaster’s boots but he just pulled them closer to the chair. They went on, silently smoking their cigars, groping their bulges, drinking a beer. I lapped the water from the bowl in the cage. “What first?” said my pigmaster. “Your call” said our host. “Let’s get fucked up and you can show me how hungry this pig can get.” Out of the cage, then made to stand at attention directly in front of them. My pigmaster tied me off, cleaned my arm and hit me with a great big slam. I was spun. Totally fuckin’ spun. The two of them hit themselves then dragged me over to the cross. Our host handcuffed me to the beams and then grabbed a flogger. Slowly, slowly he started bringing down the flogger on my back until I was raw and begging for more. It wasn’t pain; it was something else entirely, as if the drugs in my system and the insistent whap of the flogger just made me ON FIRE. He stopped flogging and with a leather-gloved hand started smacking my ass, making it just as red and fired up as my back. My pigmaster took me down from the cross and pushed me to my knees and shoved his fat, leaking dick down my willing throat while I looked up at him, begging him to fuck my face, slurping and talking to him while he fucked my face even harder. Our host got down and, with a large handful of j-lube, worked his hand into my willing hole. Then he moved behind me and sat down on the floor. He backed my ass down on his nice, fat PA’d meat and made me go into a frenzy of bouncing up and down on his dick while my pigmaster skull-fucked me. Our host laughed and said to my master, “Well, he’s one fucked-up little pig. What the hell, maybe there’s a couple more buddies that might be interested in working over this fuckhole.” I could only think about the two meaty cocks working my holes, focused completely on the feel of our host’s cock in my ass, while I gasped for air while my master held my head and shoved his cock all the way down and held it there. My eyes watered as I looked up at him. He then pulled out of my mouth and his first load of the night went all over my face. He rubbed it with his stiff cock, smearing it all over my face, forcing me to look up at him while his buddy’s cock surged a load into my hole. We took a ten minute breather after they shoved a nice fat butt plug into my juicy hole. Then our host got on the phone and started making plans. Plans I was sure would be just fine with me... considering the circumstances.

MY FIRST EVER VISIT TO A GAY SAUNA PART I I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my slender waist. It had taken a while to clean me out properly, but I didn't want to take any risks on my first ever visit to a gay sauna. Now I was squeaky-clean on the inside up to my chin. Well, almost up to my chin. I was nervous as hell and tried to calm myself down. Don't worry. The worst thing that can happen to you is that they throw you out of the sauna the moment you cross the threshold. And you know that chances are high that this moron Chris was just telling stories. One week ago Chris, a boy from the neighborhood, had come over for one of our regular jerk off sessions. He kept bragging about sneaking into a gay sauna and finally dared me to try the same. I knew that he was most probably lying, but I just couldn't let him call me a pussy. I moved over to my bedroom and stopped in front of my mirrored wardrobe to take a look around. A while ago, I got tired of my old Transformers wallpaper. Don't get me wrong, I loved it, at least in the beginning, but I guess I'd just grown out of this stuff. So I did my best to hide it with posters showing my favourite soccer players - most of them shirtless- and now the walls were covered with pictures of Christiano Ronaldo and David Beckham. He'd always been my favourite. Can't tell you how many times I jerked off thinking of Becks' perfect abs. I even managed to get a Freddie Ljungberg poster, one of those he did for CK, you know. Love his chiselled cheekbones. The walls were plastered with half-naked men. I took in the scenery. Hard to believe my parents never suspected anything. Well, maybe they did. But this was not the time to worry about that. I had other things to do. My parents were gone for the weekend, leaving the house to me, and I was going to make the most of it. I turned back to the wardrobe, watching my reflection on the mirrored doors intently, running my hands over my flat tummy, my fingers circling the compartments of my sixpack, then trailing down the deep middle cleft until they reached my cute belly button. I grinned. Becks, you better watch out. Dropping the towel, I turned around and grabbed my firm asscheeks, pulling them apart to reveal my hairless crack and pink hole. It was reddened and gaped slightly after the thorough enema . Very nice, I thought, but this is not gonna get you inside. The problem was my face. No, I'm no troll, thank you! But one look at my face convinced me that this was not going to work like this. My mom has always called me her little imp and with those pouty lips, green eyes, snub nose and the mop of red curly hair, I looked just a tad too cute and innocent for my purpose. Maybe a baseball cap would do the job. Well, at least it covered most of those curls and the peak shadowed my face. Pull it down some more, no time for vanity here. And now give me a stern look, I know you can do it. I tried to look as mean as I could. I really did, but my pathetic attempts just had me snorting with laughter. Well, fuck it. Then the cap will have to suffice. Now get dressed. No, not that shirt. No Transformers today. Better borrow some stuff from Dad's wardrobe, and put it back before he knows what happened. And here I was, standing in a narrow side street, the iron door to the gay sauna just across from me. No idea if this was intended, but it sure looked intimidating to me. I checked left and right. No one around, so if you really want it, then this is the time. I crossed the street and stopped in front of the grey door. My hands were sweating profusely. Ring the bell, moron. The sudden sound of the buzzer made me jump. Push. I pushed. The reception was not nearly as run-down as the outside had promised. Or as depraved as I had expected. Disappointment crept into my mind. This didn't look like the den of iniquity from Chris' story. Not at all. Actually, it looked more like the kitchen of a hospital or something: chrome and white tiles everywhere. "Can I help you?" asked a deep, friendly voice. I jumped again. From across the tiled counter, a tall, muscular man in his 40s or maybe 50s was looking at me, his intense grey eyes scanning my body, trying to size me up. Being only 5' 7'' myself, most guys seem tall to me, but this specimen easily measured 6' 4''. And he was packing muscles. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, impressive pecs that stretched the fabric of his muscle shirt nicely. What struck me most was that though very muscular, he still looked lean, more like a long-distance runner than a body-builder. There was not an ounce of fat on him and thick veins travelled down his forearms and onto the back of his big hands. His face looked ascetic, almost like that of a hermit. Piercing grey eyes deep in their sockets, overshadowed by bushy eyebrows, prominent cheekbones and somewhat hollow cheeks. He was bald, but the rest of his body more than made up for the lack of hair on top of his head. The lower half of his face was covered by a neatly trimmed beard, black with some grey in it, accompanied by a bushy mustache long enough to hide his lips from my view. There was a dense layer of coarse salt-and-pepper fur on his pecs as well and his strong arms were hairy all over, from his wrists up to his shoulders. His shirt was damp from the warm, humid air and clang to the guy's skin, clearly showing the outlines of his big, pointy nipples. There were sweat marks at the armholes and suddenly I realized that I could actually smell his rich, manly scent. My hole twitched in response and, as if sensing my thoughts, the guy whose face had been totally free of expression until now smirked at me, showing his big, white teeth for the first time. "Hi, my name's Harry. So again, can I help you?" With that he reached out his big, furry paw. I took a deep breath. Ok, now don't ruin it. Deep voice, stern look. I stepped up to the counter and we shook hands. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kevin," I said in my deepest voice. Stern look, I reminded myself. That's when I realized that from my new position closer to the counter I had a perfect view of his tight-fitting gym shorts and the huge bulge they tried to conceal. I had seen a cock or two before. Well, three actually. But those had been the dicks of boys my own age and whatever was waiting behind this thin layer of cotton went far beyond my limited experience. I stared. I gawked. Maybe I even salivated, but I can't tell for sure. My recollection is somewhat blurred. "Your first time in here?", Harry asked with an amused tone in his voice. "Hm?" I clearly had my mind on other things. I was staring at his crotch and it must have felt the attention, because the bulge was heaving , shifting and finally snaking down the leg of his adidas shorts. I licked my lips absent-mindedly. The tip of his cock would be appearing any second now. That's when Harry coughed loudly. My head shot up and I blushed. Moron, moron, moron. Congratulations, well done. Your gonna get yourself kicked out of here. "Your first time in here? Don't think you've been here before, at least not on my shift. A cutie like you wouldn't have escaped my attention." He winked at me and I cracked a smile. So much about the stern look, moron. I blushed again. "But this might not be your day of the week" Harry added questioningly. "We're having our 'Twinks Night' on Saturdays, so maybe you'd rather wait until the weekend instead. At the moment there's quite a lot of business in there" he motioned to the door next to the counter that apparently led to the locker room and whatever was waiting behind it. "But it's mostly guys like me, you know, old and hairy and bearded and most of us are...well, don't mind, so if that's not what you came here for...", his voice trailed off. "Nooo", I said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "If all of them are only half as hot as...uh, I mean...I really like older guys...like you." Harry gave me one last, questioning look, as if he was mulling something over inside his head, but then he shrugged it off and guided me through the procedure, handed me a towel, a pair of flip-flops and the key to my locker. "You find little sachets of lube over there. Condoms, too, if need be." I nodded my head fiercely. Finally something I was 100% sure of in these strange surroundings. After all we'd discussed that at school more than once. "You should always use condoms", I said with deep conviction. He just shrugged his shoulders. "Most guys in here don't think so. Fucking feels way better without a rubber, they say." They don't use condoms? I was honestly shocked. But Harry interrupted my thoughts. "Listen, Kevin. My shift is ending in 20 minutes. My buddy Carl should be arriving any minute to replace me. What about I give you the tour and show you around a bit once I'm off duty?" I think, he must have misinterpreted my incredulous look, because he raised one of his furry eyebrows. "Only if you want me to, of course." I gulped. Keep it cool, don't seem too eager, moron. "Sure, that would be nice." "Okay, when you exit the locker room, you gotta turn right and follow the hallway until you reach the jacuzzi. Why don't you get inside the tub and relax for a while and I'll meet you there as soon as Carl arrives. I nodded my approval, grabbed my stuff and entered the locker room. As soon as Harry was out of sight, I slumped against the wall and exhaled deeply. I was inside the sauna and no one had asked for my ID. Not even mentioned it. A smile of relief spread across my face, slowly turning into a broad grin. Harry would join me in the tub and maybe he'd do a lot more with me... When the boy disappeared behind the corner, Harry reached under the counter and produced a bottle of lubricant and a Ziploc filled with a white powder. The lube had already been laced with T, but in this case he'd better increase the dose. Kevin was cute as a button, but the kid seemed way to strict about safer sex. Harry couldn't stand fundamentalists. Sometimes they just needed to be outwitted. When Carl, a goateed redhead in his mid-40s with a burly, hirsute body and a fat, veiny cock, finally arrived, Harry was leaning against the counter, staring into the air with a wicked grin all across his face . "Hey, Harry, what's up?" Carl yelled to shake his colleague out of his daydream. The two men greated each other with a big bear-hug. They'd been buddies for almost two decades now and over the years they had shared quite a number of boy-bottoms. Or at least for the first fifteen years of their friendship. This came to a sudden halt, when first Carl and later Harry as well were tested HIV-positive. While HAART had no side effects on Carl, Harry's libido pretty much zeroed. He just couldn't get it up anymore. And watching Carl fucking a boy and licking his buddy's poz-cum from the kid's gaping boycunt afterwards didn't seem to make for a long-distance solution. Their relationship deteriorated day by day and when they stopped talking to each other completely, they realized that there was only one alternative that worked for them. The next morning both men stopped taking their meds. And never looked back. Not only had their sex life gone back to normal. The two of them seemed to be hornier than ever before in their life. Sometimes the mere thought of what was brewing inside their balls brought them close to the edge of cumming. Harry had always been a "dripper," but making an unaware teenboy beg for his load had him dripping toxic precum like your proverbial faucet. And the knowing look on Harry's face when the boyhole started making those telltale squishy noises every time he rammed his fat cock home was just priceless. Happy like a pig in the mud. How Carl had longed to see his buddy like this during the difficult years. Harry was all that counted for him, fuck the boys. Literally. PART II in the making (let me know which direction you'd like the story to take)

Mike was almost shaking as he was getting dressed. He douched for a long time because he had the privacy this time: the wife and kids were away for the week and this was going to be the best Monday night he had in a long time. This was perfect but unplanned because his fuck buddy was in town at the same time. They had been fucking together for just over a year each time his fuck buddy was in town, but never more than a few snatched hours. Mike always left wanting more. This time would be different because Mike hoped to get fucked all night. His buddy had a great cock, body and attitude which was both demanding and chilled at the same time. Mike was looking good. He worked out a lot and was in good form, with a muscled body from serious work with weights. His ass was shaved, his jockstrap on, and the lube and condoms in his knapsack. He also brought some weed just in case his buddy liked to smoke it. They had never discussed drugs so on the last few occasions they fucked around, Mike smoked a joint in the parking lot beside the hotel and then popped about a dozen breath mints in his mouth. And the sex was amazing. So hopefully tonight he would smoke some weed with his buddy. His phone buzzed with a new text: "Got a prob. Colleague is in room next door. Can't play here." Fuck! Great! Mike was swearing and feeling anxious. He needed this. So he texted back: "Any ideas where else?" His buddy texted back, "Bathhouse is the only option." Shit, this was not what Mike wanted. He was terrified to go to a bathhouse. Terrified someone he knew might see him, terrified he might see someone he knew inside. Too risky. He didn't know what to do. He texted, "No other idea?" He got a quick reply: "Nope, but we can get together next time I'm in town." Mike didn't even think about it and texted: "Nope, let's go to bathhouse." His buddy texted back and they worked out the details in a few more texts. On his way downtown, Mike got another text: "Waiting in the parking lot." Ten minutes later, Mike pulled into the lot and there was his buddy, looking sexy and chilled. He was taller than Mike by several inches, and lean and lanky. No matter what he wore his fuckbuddy had a bulge and just looking at his buddy's crotch made Mike stiffen. He parked, got out and they greeted and walked to the bathhouse. His buddy explained that he would get a room and Mike should get a locker, but to remember to sign a fake name. They walked in and it was aglow with red light, music pounding and a cute guy behind a grill. His buddy got the only room available, the one with the bench. Mike wasn't sure what that meant but he had an idea and he liked that idea. He got his locker and the two of them walked through, keys and towels in hand. They walked past a bar then to the back of the room there was a lounge with some guys sitting around watching porn and stroking. They all checked out Mike and his buddy. The stairwell was right there and they walked up to the third floor and looked for the room. They found it soon enough but Mike felt the place was disorienting and didn't really have his bearings, but once the door opened, Mike felt like he was in heaven: the room was big and had a padded angled fuckbench with straps attached. They both chuckled and made small talk as they got right down to business and began undressing and unpacking. Mike hauled out his lube and condoms and poppers and put them on the table beside the bed. His buddy was undressed and stroking quickly. Mike stripped down to his jock and put his clothes in his knapsack. They put their stuff in the locker, locked it and got down on the bed. His buddy laid back, sort of sitting up, legs spread, cock at half-mast and waiting for Mike's mouth. So he crawled right into place and took that cock in his mouth. He knew he had to give his buddy long slow deep strokes down and back up, over and over. So he started these deepthroat slowstrokes and got into a rhythym. He was in fucking heaven. He was incredibly turned on that he was in a bathhouse, sucking his top buddy's cock. He was stroking this cock with his throat, opening his lips even wider, making sure not one scrape of his teeth against this thick hard cock. He loved this cock. Just under 8" cut with a big knob and a thick shaft that must be at least 5" around straight to the base, Mike jerked off thinking about this cock. His buddy was enjoying this, clearly, from the encouragement and moans he made. Soon his hands began to reach down and play with Mike's ass. Eventually he had Mike turn around and present his hole to him. Mike felt his buddy's hot breath on his hole. Lightly and slowly his buddy ran his facial scruff just against one thigh and moved slowly up towards Mike's ass. Then he switched to the other thigh and did the same thing. Mike shivered, cause he knew this was going to be a memorable fuck. Soon Mike could feel his buddy's tongue swiping around his hole. Round and round his hole, his buddy continually swiped his tongue until Mike thought he was going to lose his mind. Then all of a sudden he felt that tongue against his hole and Mike felt like he was going to melt. His buddy's phone went off but he ignored it as he began to tonguefuck Mike which always makes Mike feel like he was going to pass out from bliss. Deeper and deeper, plunging his tongue in and out, Mike's buddy was feasting on his hole. Again, Mike hears his buddy's phone go off and this time his buddy stops and opens the locker to get his phone. Mike hears him fumbling around but he stays on his hands and knees cause he knows his buddy likes his ass up and available. His buddy mumbles something, and starts back tongueing his hole. Eventually his buddy starts tapping his hole with one of his fingers. Gradually he works one in, and slowly pulls it in and out. On one of the strokes in, Mike feels a burning sensation and grimaces and pulls away. He never liked getting fingered but tolerated it cause his buddy like a little finger action. The burning subsided and Mike felt surprisingly relaxed and if possible even hornier. He said to his buddy, "Let me try out that bench." He got up and leaned down and onto the bench. It was perfect. He found himself leaning just far enough forward so that he could see how easily he could suck cock and at the same time his ass was pointed out and up and completely exposed, There was a place for his legs to rest and for his arms. His buddy moaned and got behind Mike and began to tongue his hole again. He tonguefucked him deeper this time and soon began poking around Mike's hole with a finger. Mike tensed up even though this time it felt way better. Sure enough, as soon as his buddy's finger was inside of his hole he felt a burning, but stronger this time. He asked his buddy to pull it out. At this point his buddy's phone went off again. He mumbled and went to get his phone while Mike just lay in this fuckbench, completely horned up like he had not felt before. His buddy broke the silence and said, "I gotta go." Mike couldn't believe his ears. Turns out his fuckbuddy's colleague needed help with something for work for the next day and Mike's buddy was the only one who could help him. Mike asked if he could go and come back and Mike would wait there for him. His buddy said that might work, got dressed and they made plans to text updates. After he left, Mike was unbelievably horned up but limp. He couldn't get hard. And he wanted to get fucked. Badly. Soon, he had to piss but that meant walking up and down the hall and he was nervous he'd run into someone he knew. Figuring that he had no choice and feeling horned up by walking through the place, Mike found the nerve to do it. He got his key and wrapped his towel around himself, and tried to get his eyes to focus. They just felt strangely out of focus, just slightly. He opened the door, locked it and shut it and began to go down the hall to look for the washroom. He passed this sexy guy who reminded Mike of his fuckbuddy - same look, same kind of smirk. This guy watched Mike the whole way and Mike turned around to see this guy groping his crotch. He found the bathroom, and there was more cruising going on in there. There were several sexy guys here, Mike thought. But he was trying not to give off mixed signals cause he was waiting for his buddy to give him the fuck he wanted and needed. Finishing up, he saw in the mirror that guy he spotted in the hallway ask someone if they had a light. They didn't. Then he asked someone else who said the same thing. As Mike was about to pass him, he asked Mike directly if he had a light while holding up a joint. Fuck, thought Mike, that's what I want: to smoke some weed. So he said, "Yeah, I got a light in my room if you want to get it." This guy said, "Lead the way." They walked to Mike's room, and he opened the door and let the two of them into the room. This guy said right away, "Name's Jerry." They should hands and Mike introduced himself. Jerry made some funny comments about no one smoking weed around the place, and offered to share the joint with Mike. Mike figured he would, and why not? He was just killing time waiting for his buddy. Mike handed Jerry the lighter and Jerry sparked it up, took a deep hit and passed it to Mike. Mike took a couple of hits and passed it back. Back and forth they smoked and passed the joint, and Mike was feeling very relaxed. Jerry was commenting on the fuck bench, saying how hot it was and how great it must be for a top to fuck a bottom in one of those. They began joking around about it, and finally Mike explained that he was in fact a bottom. Jerry just moaned. He started commenting on how good Mike's ass would look in that bench. He was funny and fun. Mike relaxed and eventually gamefully offered a showing. He walked over to the bench and put his legs in the holders sat down and leaned forward. Jerry walked over with the joint, and passed it to Mike and started to rub Mike's ass. Mike loved it. He loved that he had another guy who he had just met feeling his ass. Jerry asked Mike if he ever did coke. Mike loved coke but only did it rarely at best. But there was Jerry with a little bottle of cock. He turned the lid, and there was a single bump. Mike motioned Jerry in front of him and with his cock right by Mike's face, Mike leaned in and took a hard sniff. Then Jerry cranked the lid again and offered Mike another hit. Mike leaned in to take this bump but had his eyes fixed on Jerry's cock which was starting to swell. He inhaled deeply, and for a moment had this incredible rush, and then everything started to go black.....

There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about the cum leaking out of my ass to the filthy concrete floor, except to turn around and with my tongue lick the juicy wads from the cement. Those loads were mine, they belong to me, and I fucking earned every one of them. After eating each drop of those loads, I rolled over on my back and laughed. What a fuckin’ night! It started with me hanging out alone, bored. And as anyone with a lick of sense knows, once that happens, it’s an open door to finding trouble. I called a buddy that I fuck with to see if he was around and wanted to maybe hit some bars, but the phone went unanswered. I cruised a couple of sites to see if there was any action, but it was quiet. There were a few hot men but mostly it was guys that didn’t flip a switch. I figured it might be best if I just hit a sex club or leather bar but in the end, I decided to just head out for a walk and see where it took me. I threw on some trash clothes, grabbed a cockring and some poppers, and headed out the door. I was about a half-hour from my apartment and heading downtown. Quiet Monday night, not a thing going on. As I approached some of the smaller side streets of the main drag, I noticed a guy on the sidewalk about a block ahead of me. He ducked into a building entrance. A few more seconds went by and I noticed the top of his head peeking out and then ducking back. I was now about a half a block away. He came out and stood in full view, and damn, what a sight. Nice, tight 501s, a big fat basket and nice tribal tattoos, swarthy face, very, very hot. I slowed my pace a bit – well, more than a bit, I basically stopped dead in my tracks. My cock stood at full attention in a second, and I just knew this guy would be one hell of a time. “You lookin’ to party?” he says. Now, no matter how fuckin’ hot this man was, I just didn’t pay for sex as a rule. As a matter of fact, my bank account just wasn’t up for it. “No thanks, buddy, I can’t afford it right now,” I said. He looked down at the bulge in my jeans and said, ‘Well, it looks like you are.” He looked me straight in the eye and said, “What about just fuckin’ around? I live right here.” He laughed and added. ‘No charge. Honest.” My dick responded my leaking a nice stream of precum which spotted my jeans. “Yeah?” “Yeah. Come on up.” We walked up three flights to his place. At the door to his apartment, his stopped and said, “Do you party?” “Yeah, sometimes. It depends.” I walked in and right there in the living room was a sling, rim chair and a massive wooden chair that stood on a small platform which had holes in the bottom. This guy seriously loved sex if this was his living room! He then asked me if I wanted to slam. The thought of it made me drool – slamming with this hot motherfucker, wow, what did I just walk into? I said I’d only done it a couple of times but didn’t have the big rush everybody always talks about. He said, well, it must have been shitty stuff. I can make sure you have some fun. So he mixed the shit in front of me, got the rigs ready and then stood me up in front of him and said, “I have some things you’d probably look really good in.” He walked into an adjoining room and came back with a rank, stained jock and a couple of other things, but I could not take my eyes off the man. The idea of doing this… with this man… well, it was overwhelming. He sat me down, pulled off my pants, and put my boots back on my feet. Then he slipped on that rank jock, squeezing my cock and balls, which jumped in his hands. I watched while he did the same for himself and then took out a big cigar, ashtray and some water in a jug. “Ready, fucker?” he asked. My eyes said it all. He came forward and tied me off, found a nice, fat vein, and pushed in the needle. I watched, completely fascinated, as he pulled back the plunger. There was the red flash, and in it went. He took off the tourniquet and said, “Hang on, fucker!” I coughed, and simply seemed to become breathless. There was a moment of panic but then I was flooded with it, begging him, almost incoherent. I went to my knees in front of him. He did himself quickly, and when he pushed in his hit he looked at me like a fuckin’ demon. “Get the fuck over here, pig!” He made me crawl along the floor toward him. He sat down in the large chair and said, “Get that mouth around this cock.” I was rushing hard – really hard – and I could feel myself getting wet. I opened my mouth and sucked in that semi-hard, dripping cock. He put a hand on my head and guided me while I moaned and slurped up his cock. He was talking the whole time, calling me his fuck boy, telling me just what might be in store for me. All I knew was that I could not wait to get his cock in my hole. For the next couple of hours he put me through my paces. I was poked, prodded, slapped, flogged, and made to lick his boots while he smoked his great big stogie. I was forced to lick his nice, ripe ass, to eat his hole, and then he put a hood on me and force-fed me his cock. While I was at his feet, licking his boots, he made a phone call to a buddy. “Come on, fucker, we’re going to visit a friend of mine. You’re too good of a pig to keep all to myself.” He forced me into a flight suit, grabbed a few things and put them in a bag. In a couple of minutes, we were on the way to his buddy’s house. Once we were there, he pulled a collar out of the bag and put it around my neck. “Be real nice to my friend, boy, if you know what’s good for you.”

Part 1 I started to regaine consciousness, slowly shaking the fog out of my brain, unable to immediately focus my eyes. My first realization was that my arms were stretched over my head, spread apart and strapped down. My legs were in a similar position, spread and tied. I slowly realized my chest and stomach were also strapped down and the only thing I could move was my head. Apparently I was on what I would eventually learn was a "St. Andrew's Cross" As the fog cleared I tried to yell out, only to emit a muffled scream. Something round and hard filled my mouth, preventing me from speaking. I started to panic as I realized I was totally naked and completely vulnerable. Then my eyes started to finally focus and fresh terror ripped through my heart. There, about 10 feet in front of me was Billy, my best friend since childhood. He too was naked, but in a different position from me. His head and hands were placed in wooden stocks. A leather sling was under his chest and stomach, hanging from chains connected to the ceiling, and his feet were spread wide, chained to rings in the floor. He was still unconscious, but I could see a metal contraption in his mouth, spreading it wide open. Drool ran out of his mouth forming a puddle on the floor. I tried to scream his name, but was unable too. The summer had started just as it should. Billy and I were recent high school graduates and had decided to take an exciting road trip before we went to our seperate colleges. We had been friends our whole lives, brothers really. Grade school, junior high, high school, boy scouts, sports, girls, we had been through it all together. A buddy road trip seemed the perfect way to begin our lives apart from each other. By the way, I'm Randy. I stand a nice 6'2" with a toned but slim body. I've got green eyes and curly brown hair. The kind all the girls are jealous of. I already had a full beard and some chest hair with very, hairy legs. Billy was the complete opposite. He was 5'9" with a compact muscular frame, which helped him take state in wrestling. He had blond hair, and big puppy dog brown eyes, which drove the girls crazy, and a surprisingly large 8 inch cock on his small frame, which also drove the girls crazy. I knew this cause lets face it, Billy and I had always seen each other naked. I sported a nice 7 1/2 myself. Billy still just peach fuzz on his baby face. He definitely didn't look 18. It was our 4th day on the road, and we were in the middle of bum fuck Texas on our way to New Orleans when it happened. BAM!! No more radiator. "Fucking God Damn Shit Billy!" I yelled at him from under the hood. "I told you your piece of shit car wouldn't make the trip!" "Fuck you Randy! How was I supposed to know the radiator would blow?" "Jesus, not even fucking cell reception in this God forsaken place!" I complained. "Well, nothing we can do about it but wait for someone to stop and help. I'll have my dad wire us money to get it fixed." We waited till long after the sun went down. A couple cars drove by, but noone would stop for a couple of guys in the middle of nowhere. "Well, we might as well hunker down for the night." said Billy, "someone's sure to stop tomorrow." So we climed in the car to get some sleep. The night was cold, so we snuggled for body warmth. No big deal for bros. We woke to someone banging on the windows. "Wake up boys!" yelled a deep voice. "Looks like you need old Earls help!" We jumped up and out of the car to find a large, toothless black man with a tow truck. "Fuck yea dude!" I exclaimed! "You saved our fucking asses!" "Yall's asses gonna need saving!" chuckled Earl. Before I knew what was happenening, I saw Earl jam a needle into Billys neck, instantly dropping him. I turned to run but felt Earl grab my arm as a needle was plunged into the back of my neck. Then everything went black.

The first fucking I got at the nude campground sure set the tone for all the rest of the weekend. Some friends of mine liked going to this gay, nude campground and they were always talking about all the "fun" there was to be had at it. Well, it didn't take much convincing on their part before I was begging to go the next time, so the next holiday weekend (I think it was July 4th) we went. It was a very interesting and very liberating experience. Everyone just walked around nude during the day and lounged by the pool, etc. With a few occasional excursions into the woods for some sex. I just viewed it as a way to see everyone's equipment before hitting on them. There was this one couple that I was sort of drawn to-- one had a biker, leather look and one was very clean shaven. The biker had a fu-manchu biker stache, furry chest, and a thick cock with some low hangers. His partner was taller, thin, smooth, and had a dick that was enormous! (It's always the tall, thin ones, isn't it?) Anyway, I made sure I hung out and drank with them all day (when I wasn't hanging with my friends). Then evening rolled around... and that's when the fun began. The whole campground sort of parties in the evenings, and there is a lot of drinking. They make a special lemondade that will knock you on your ass if you aren't careful. And I wasn't careful. Boy did I get hammered! And the drunker I got, the more blatantly I flirted with the couple. Eventually I learned that they had a portable sling set up, and that they'd be more than willing to take turns fucking my hole, so I wandered off with them, while my friends watched me go. They knew what was cumming. Once at the sling, we all got to playing. I was kneeling and taking turns sucking their cocks, and they were working my nips and we all were having a grand old time. Then they put me in the sling. Biker guy kneeled and started tonguing the hell out of my ass, while Big Dick was feeding my mouth his enormous cock. He grew to about nine inches when all was said and done. Biker Guy wasn't bad either, at a respectable thick 7 inches... with a big head. Then came time for fucking. Big Dick was still fucking my mouth, but somehow he produced a bottle of poppers and he began feeding them to me like a good host. Biker Guy lubed up and said, "I'm gonna fuck you for awhile first, to get you opened up for that monster, ok?" I nodded my consent. Another snort of poppers and I feel his raw cock start to enter my ass. It felt fucking incredible. He sets up a fuck rhythm and the sling is swaying, helping him penetrate as far into my ass as possible. All the while I was working Big Dick's cock with my mouth. After ten minutes or so, Biker Guy says, "This is a sweet ass- you about read for a turn Paul?" Paul (Big Dick) pulls out of my mouth while Biker pulls out of my ass. And I gotta admit, I'm a bit nervous about Paul's dick size. But I'm also drunk and flying on poppers. What the fuck, right? Paul somehow produces a condom, and starts rolling it on his impressive tool. Biker sees me watching and says, "He's poz, so he's gonna wrap before fucking you... house rules." Biker and Paul switch positions, and Biker Guy starts feeding me poppers while Paul is lubing and trying to work his cock up into a fully hard state again. I start sucking Biker and Paul starts nosing that big cock around my ass. Unfortunately he is having a devil of a time getting hard enough to get in my hole, and he's losing erection by the moment. We try this for while longer, but it just isn't working. Paul suggests switching again, so they do. Bike Guy's cock feels incredible in my ass again, and I'm loving feeling Paul's ginormous rod get hard in my mouth. After another ten minutes of fucking, Bike Guy says, "I can't hold out much longer... I'm gonna lose my nut." Paul is encouraging his partner to cum and moves around to watch. "Where do you want the load, man?" I barely have enough time to say "in me" before he's painting my guts with his load. It feels incredible, as I can feel every twitch of his fat knob in my ass. "Your turn, Paul." Biker Guy says while pulling out. "You really need to get in there and churn my cum." Biker Guy excuses himself and goes into their cabin to get a towel and beers, and Paul is standing next to me, starting to roll on another condom. I reach down, and gently stroke his dick and roll the condom off his head. "Fuck me, man" I beg him. "Shove that big fucker in me raw." John wouldn't want that-- besides, I'm poz man." "I know. And I'm telling you to fuck me. You can always pull out before you cum." Paul looked at me with lust in his eyes, stepped around to my ass, lubed up, and told me to get ready. I poppered up and prepared for the assault. Fuck did he have a massive fucking cock! He shoved that giant, raw cock into my ass all at once causing me to cry out in pain. This brought John out of the cabin and back to the action. "What's going on here-- you finally gettin' some of that hot hole, Paul?" John was hard again, and stood next to my face so I could suck his fat prong. John took over feeding me poppers while Paul fucked the SNOT out of my ass. He was using the sling to full penetration advantage, and it was about all I could take. Thank goodness my moans and grunts were stifled by John's dick, or the whole campground would have heard us. The entire time Paul is fucking me, John is coaching him, telling him to fuck my hole, to churn the cream that's already in my guts, to wreck my hole with his meat, etc. It's very hot. Then John says, "Paul's gettin' close to nutting-- I can tell by his face. Where you want it, man?" I looked up at him through my popper and drunken haze and said, "In me." "You heard the man, Paul. Breed this cunt's hole!" Paul closed his eyes and shoved in hard. I could feel all nine rigid inches throbbing inside me and I knew he was shooting his toxic spunk inside me. DEEP inside me. While Paul is cumming, John is jacking furiously and wandering toward my ass. He let Paul finish, then tells him to move. I feel that big fucking cock pull out of my ass, and then feel John shove in hard and start loading my sloppy ass again. Paul went inside while John finishes squirting in my butt. When John finally pulls out, he looks at me and says, "Well, THAT oughta get your weekend started right. Three cumloads in your ass." I asked John if Paul was gonna be in trouble for not using the condom. He said, "Nah. We always start off using the condom, but if the bottom pig begs for it raw... well, we give him what he wants. House rules." Paul and John tagged my ass several more times that weekend... as did about ten other campers.

This guy wrote to me that he'd be passing near where I live and was interested in fucking me. Well, he turned out to be a truck driver and wanted me to meet him at the nearest motorway truck stop late Wednesday night. I'm not one of those who have a fetish for truck drivers, but the set-up seemed hot enough and his messages sounded quite... Shall we call it "inspiring"? So I was on for it, even though he wouldn't show pictures. At 11pm I was standing alone at a dark truck stop off the motorway - one of those with absolutely no services. He was late and I had just begun wondering if I should get in my car and drive home again when he arrived. Well, it was a truck all right! The thing was massive, and when he invited me up in the cab it was almost a challenge to climb the steps. If he'd sent me pictures I'd not have turned him down, as it turned out. Nothing special, but perfectly decent-looking and probably not lying about his age (47). So he had me undress and get down on the bed at the back of the cab on hands and knees with my ass towards him. His tongue was wet and warm when it started circling my hole, but pretty soon he started pushing it inside me... Damn, the guy had some crazy-good rimming skills! And stamina... He just kept going and going until my ass crack was completely torn up by his stubbles and my hole was dripping with his spit. I wanted it to go on forever, but on the other hand I was also getting so horny that I was struggling not to beg him to fuck me - and eventually I caved and started begging. He kindly obliged me, and there is a certain thrill to knowing that you're about to get fucked by a cock you really have no clue about. No pictures, no indication of size, nothing. He didn't disappoint, though... When his cock head started pressing against my hole I knew I'd be in for a treat! It was wide... I took three large hits of poppers, and then I begged him to push hard! Oh, wow... Ouch... It's been a while since I was last fucked, so I was a bit out of practice and it really hurt. But he kept pushing - and I realised it wasn't just a fat cockhead. I reached back to gauge it's size and I couldn't reach around it with my hand, and I could feel it was the sort of cock that widens at the base so it just gets fatter the deeper it goes! He was a good fucker; deep, hard strokes that just kept pounding my guts until the pain was completely gone and he just had me writhing with pleasure as he impaled me. I came far too soon, sadly, but there was just nothing I could do - I wasn't even touching myself when I came, as I was too busy clutching my poppers bottle and trying to sniff it without spilling while my body was rocked by the incessant, hard pounding in my ass. Of course I let him continue and though my cock softened, the orgasm in my prostate just kept on going. I scooped up as much of my own cum as I could and then licked my hand clean, just waiting to get the load I REALLY wanted in my ass. Eventually he made three extra-hard thrusts and groaned as he unloaded inside me; as he pulled out my ass was fucked so wet and open that it made a loud slurping sound, and then he zipped up and I collapsed on the mattress. But you don't hang around after a hook-up at a motorway truck stop, so I got dressed and climbed out of the truck and limped to my little car and drove home... Some times it's worth taking a chance.

Chris couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t attached to a girl. Even before he knew how to spell ‘girlfriend,’ he had one. At first he attracted them just by being the brash, confident exceptional boy he was, excelling in every sport, activity, hobby, and grade as he went. Once puberty hit, the line of ladies seeking his company grew exponentially, keeping his dance card full all the way through high school and college. Maybe that’s why he never realized there was a need inside him that was aching to be fulfilled, until it was too late. The rain had been pouring for almost a week straight since Chris had moved into his new apartment, in a new city, where he had just started a new job. Having graduated high school at 16, and college at 20, Chris was used to things coming easily to him, but no one seemed impressed or even pleased with him at work. Unnerved by his slow start, he hungered for something to distract and rejuvenate him. On his third night there, he called his current girlfriend who was two hours away in the tiny town where they’d gone to school together. After five minutes on the phone, Chris realized she wouldn’t be driving up to see him anytime soon. Unphased, he assumed he’d have another girlfriend by the end of the week, and decided to work out his frustrations with a different type of physical exertion. He was already lacing up his tennis shoes for a run when the sky opened up and cancelled that idea. The next few nights he spent looking for a female companion in bars and clubs, but amazingly he had no luck. As it turns out, being born handsome and exceptional makes it easy to get girls when you are in a small town, but here in the city, he had no idea how to approach a woman and start a conversation. Without the aid of a classroom he was helpless, not to mention the added disadvantage of working so late each night that anyone worth talking to was either taken or drunk. So there he was, stuck inside on a rainy Saturday night: horny, alone and itching for release of some kind. Getting out the newspaper with half a mind to call one of the women advertizing under the escort section, he happened to turn to a full page ad for a gym. Halted by the spandex clad babe in the photo, he realized as he read that the gym was only a few blocks from his house and extremely reasonably priced, considering they advertized services like personal training, massage therapy, dozens of different classes and a nutritionist. He clipped the coupon from the bottom corner, tossed on some shorts and a tshirt and dashed to his carport. Perhaps it was a stereotype, but Chris expected floor to ceiling windows, bright lights and a giant neon sign to welcome him. Instead he found himself walking in to an unassuming red brick building at 11pm, where a short, trim redhead greeted him. She took his coupon, promised him the first five visits no strings attached and instructed him to veer left to the men’s gym, where one of the male trainers would meet him. A slim tan blond man named Dave led him through the 4 story complex, explaining that unlike other gyms, Stern’s kept the male and female gyms separate, only combining on the top floor where group classes were held. The floor below that had the nutritionist’s area and windowless mirrored work-out areas for each sex, containing equipment like weight machines, treadmills, etc. The main floor housed the offices, private training rooms, locker rooms, and massage rooms, and the basement housed two identical pool areas, divided by sex, each with an Olympic size pool, sauna, steam room, and shower area. Chris was about to question the separation until a man strode past him in the buff and dove into the pool. Dave explained that the workout area was divided to promote working out for yourself, instead of worrying how you looked to some slut. Chris laughed, but asked again about the pool, when Dave explained that there were no suits allowed on the pool level when the gym opened 60 years before, and they’d never changed the rule. Shrugging it off, he thanked Dave and got to his work out, running for almost an hour with only a few other men spread around the large room. He was sweating profusely, going faster and faster, his eyes locked with his reflection in the mirror across from him, until someone walked in front of his machine, and he almost fell off. Hitting the stop button and jumping off, Chris glanced up as he took a swig from a complimentary water bottle and almost spit it back up. The man who’d broken his stride was the most beautiful specimen Chris had ever seen. He starred, slack-jawed and bug-eyed at the shirtless 6’6”, 230lbs, raven haired, blue eyed ripped god who had taken up a spot at the weight bench and was pressing some ridiculous amount. “Spot me, bro.” The man, who Chris would come to know as Jake, commanded. Usually Chris would have begged off, being more of a cardio guy with no weight training to speak of, but Jake’s tone made him step over and take the spotting position. He stood there spotting him for two sets of 25, when Jake hopped up and began removing weights, telling Chris to take his place. He laid down before remembering to protest, and tried to grunt out his lack of interest in weights between lifts. “You need this man,” Jake said, scooting close enough over Chris’ head that his shorts hung open directly over Chris’ face. Chris shut up and tried not to get caught sneaking glances at the firm thighs and enticing shadows up the shorts’ legs. “Guy like you probably got along fine in school, handsome and fit, but now you’re in the real world and it’s time you work out like a real man.” After Chris could do no more reps, Jake pulled him to standing with one hand and introduced himself as one of the private trainers that the gym employed. Jake explained that new members got three free training sessions, and he expected Chris to use them. Arriving in the lockerroom, Jake tugged off his shorts leaving him in an extremely-snug pair of white briefs, outlining his hefty bulge and perfectly spherical ass. Taking Chris’ hand, he placed it on his lower abs and told him to feel the definition where they met his groin muscles, as well as on his pecs, huge biceps and the back of his warm, fuzzy thighs. Wrapping himself in a towel, Jake stripped the briefs from under it without revealing anything else, and then made Chris promise to come back the next night for legs. Nodding, he watched as Jake strode off into the staircase for the showers, before regaining his senses, pulling on his coat, and leaving. That night as he showered, Chris replayed the images of Jake in his mind, and found that he was excited by the idea of working out with him again. His dick jumped when he remembered the view up Jake’s shorts, but he dismissed it as a side effect of needing pussy and seeing that much exposed skin. Chris returned the next night, and the next, and the next and was quickly the gym’s best customer. Jake made him a great deal on a weekly training fee, and the two of them were quickly transforming Chris from an attractive slim wasp-type, into a buffed, taught, machine of a man. Chris became obsessed with making Jake proud of his work, and started imagining Jake more and more in his fantasies. At first he was just taking part in whatever imaginary threesome Chris concocted to get his rocks off, but after awhile Jake was becoming the star. Still, Chris convinced himself that he was only picturing Jake because he symbolized the ideal that Chris was striving to become. Before either of them knew it, 6 months had passed and Jake was Chris’ best friend, well only friend, in town. One night as they stripped down to shower, carefully concealing their full nudity from one another, Jake asked Chris when he last got laid, and couldn’t believe it was really 6 months. “Come early tomorrow,” Jake said before they split to head to separate shower stalls. “Then we’ll go out after and find some pussy. Time to test out your new body on some unsuspecting skanks.” Music rocked Chris’ chest as he tried to hear what the gorgeous brunette was saying, shouting from the stool next to his. He tried to care, but he could tell she was hot for his dick, the way she caressed his arms and stroked his thigh, but he kept getting distracted watching Jake dance with a petite latin girl. As he suspected, it was barely an hour later that the four of them had taken a cab back to Jake’s apartment and each couple began getting hot and heavy on opposite ends of the couch. He was so caught up seeing Jake in action and getting his first play in months that he didn’t notice Jake pull out a glass pipe and small white bag full of crystal shards. Both girls jumped at the chance to smoke, but Chris declined, never having tried any drugs, or even hard liquor. “Too bad,” Jake said, blowing a cloud of something he called ‘tina’ as he spoke. “This shit makes me cum like a fire hydrant and fuck like a bull.” The latin girl squealed and shoved her hand into his open fly while they finished the bowl. As the brunette started to unzip Chris’ pants, Jake picked up his date, tossed her over his shoulder and dashed into the bedroom. Disappointed that he was unable to watch his idol demolish the latin chick’s cunt, Chris regained his vigor when he realized he could hear every dirty, nasty thing that was going on just beyond the bedroom door. The two buddies eventually turned it into a fuck-fight, seeing which one could make his girl cum faster, harder and more often. Chris planned to be the victor, having achieved anal first, but lost control when he moved to the floor and caught a glance through the open door of Jake’s face and chest contorted in pleasure as he pounded the bitch doggy style. He whipped his cock out of the brunette’s ass, and shot copious amounts of jizz across her tits and face. Spent, Chris fell back against the coffee table and watched as the brunette hopped up and ran to the bathroom. Once she was finished, she made some dumb excuse and disappeared to find a cab, while Chris slowly found his briefs and used them to wipe down his cock and chest before dragging his ass to the john. Taking his time as he passed the bedroom in hopes of another glance, he almost fell over when the latin girl was slammed up against the wall by the door, both her legs over Jake’s arms as they completed their fuck. Chris stood in the dark hall, his dick hardening again, wishing he could see Jake’s cock, but afraid to venture further out from his hiding spot. As Jake laid the girl on the bed and grunted his final grunt, Chris slipped into the bathroom and began washing up in the sink. Still hardening, he took a moment to admire the v-shape that was forming from his abs to his dick, and the way his arms and pecs stood out and shone in the dim bathroom light. He flexed and stroked his dick just in time for Jake to burst in behind him and push past him to the toilet. They laughed at Chris’ display, and Jake began commenting on how proud he was of Chris’ progress while Chris went into a fog where all he could see was Jake’s dick. Semi-hard and covered in cum and pussy juices, Jake drew a finger from the dick head out to the toilet bowl, leading a heavy beady string of cum. After a moment, Jake’s piss began to flow, and Chris realized he was fully hard again. All he wanted to do at that moment was reach out and take Jake’s cock in his hand. He had no idea what he would do with i, all he knew is the world would be perfect if he could feel Jake’s cock. He snapped out of his haze as the latin girl came in with them and took a hold of Chris’ hard-on, asking for seconds. He lifted her up onto the counter and fucked her right there while Jake watched and cheered them on. Chris was ready to cum in minutes once Jake began to stroke his dick again. He came deep in her pussy, adding his load to Jake’s, before the trainer lifted her off Chris’ cock and took her back into the bedroom for sloppy thirds. Looking down, Chris realized his cock was covered in both his load and his buddy, and he couldn’t resist wiping off a few drops and tasting them before he got dressed and snuck out the door. Chris gave up trying to explain his feelings for his friend after that, giving in each weeknight to fantasies of jerking off together, showering together, even letting Jake cum in his mouth. On the weekends they’d find more girls and repeat the fun with new victims, sometimes only finding one girl and having to share. Still too afraid of what Jake might do if he realized Chris’ attraction, Chris was always careful to take turns on the girls. One night as a perky blonde co-ed was giving them both head on the couch, Dave from the gym walked in with a teenage jock type guy, sat down and loaded some tina in a bowl. Chris was weirded out at first, until Jake explained that Dave was his roommate and they saw each other fucking around on a regular basis. Chris was even more shocked when the teen dropped to his knees and began sucking Dave off. Jake could see Chris’ shock and, before the girl noticed, he dragged them both to the bedroom to fuck. A few weeks later, they had just gotten back from the club with tall modelesque girl, when Dave entered, this time accompanied by a skater type guy with piercings in his nose, brow, ear and nipples (which he proudly showed while Dave loaded a bowl). Chris declined the pipe as usual, but the girl was on a mission to get him to try it, telling him he could only fuck her tight pussy if he took at least one hit off the pipe. Chris said no again, his hard cock begging him to give in. “Stop being a little bitch and smoke this,” Jake ordered him before handing Chris the pipe, and lighting it. Chris began inhaling as the smoke filled the cylinder, just as he had heard Dave and Jake explain to girls and guys they’d initiated previously. At first he felt nothing, but with the exhale came a huge cough, and a buzzing feeling shooting up his spine and into his brain. He should have stopped at one hit, but the model kept shotgunning hits with him and encouraging him to take more and more. Soon there was an all out smoke/fuck fest in the middle of the living room. Chris was pounding the model’s pussy while Jake shoved his cock deep into her throat, which was quite a feat, since he is at least 9 inches long and tends to get wider the longer he fucks. Dave had the skater on the floor with his legs over his head and was breeding his ass with a nice thick 8 inch uncut cock. Chris found himself wondering how the tight hole took so much cock and somehow still made the boy beg for it like he did. Many years before, one of Chris’ girlfriends had shoved her finger in his ass while they fucked. After the initial jumping and hollering, Chris found he enjoyed it, so much so that he was now in the habit of fingering his hole when he jerked off. The combo of the high and the site in front of him had Chris so horned up that when he and Jake switched ends, he asked the model to finger his hole. Eyes closed, he heard a bottle of lube pop open and a long, kinda thick finger slide two knuckles deep into his tight ass. Moaning, he began to pump harder in her throat, which made Jake pump back from the other end. Simultaniously, they pulled out of their respective ends, and began covering her in cum. Neither one shot far enough to hit the other, but Chris made sure to lick up some of Jake’s load while kissing the model before she ran to the shower. Mysteriously, even with the model in another room, Chris could still feel a finger slowly pumping his hole, almost making him hard again. Turning, Chris made eye contact with Dave, who pulled his finger out and mouthed “you’re welcome,” so Jake and the Skater bottom would be none the wiser. Joining the model in the shower, Chris was worried when he didn’t get hard as fast as usual, which she explained might be from the tina. Anxious about it, Chris hopped out and went to find Jake or Dave to ask them but stopped just outside the living room where he couldn’t be seen easily, but had a pretty good view of Jake feeding his hardon to the skater boy, while Dave pounded the boy’s ass. Instantly Chris was hard and went back into the bathroom where he fucked the model as rough as he could, focused on the picture of Jake’s dick sliding between his own lips. A few days later, Dave ran into Chris in the locker room and asked him what he thought of the weekend’s festivities. Unsure, Chris tried to play it cool, until Dave told Chris he had seen the way Chris looked at Jake, and was pretty sure Chris would have sucked Jake off if the skater hadn’t done it. Chris tried to deny it, but Dave whipped out his phone, and produced pix of Jake feeding his load to other tricks Dave had brought home. “I’ve yet to see him fuck a guy,” Dave said, handing Chris the phone before leading him into a massage room. “but I know he loves feeding them. Maybe next time I can find a way for you to swallow his spunk.” Chris wasn’t listening. He was engrossed in the photos on Dave’s phone, each of them featuring the two roommates destroying bottoms of all ages and types, Dave in their asses, Jake in their mouths. Dave continued describing dirty scenarios involving Jake, while pulling down Chris’ shorts and jock, and jerking and fingering Chris. Moaning with pleasure, he licked his lips pretending he was the boy taking Jake’s man meat in his mouth. The fantasy was so real he didn’t even notice that Dave had maneuvered three fingers into his hole and was rubbing his own hard cock against Chris smooth ass cheek. Chris could see Jake in his mind, siddling up behind him to show him some proper dumbbell technique, then popping his dick from his shorts and sliding inside Chris’ ass without any of the other gym members knowing. Dave just started to spread Chris’ cheeks and slip his cock into the crack when they both heard Jake call out Chris’ name into the locker room, only feet from where they stood. Adrenaline soared through Chris’ body as he flew back from Dave and tried to pull up his shorts. He couldn’t be sure if Jake saw what was going on when he came in, but there was no way Jake missed Chris’ stiff cock poking out obscenely or the fact that Dave still had his monster dick in plain view. Still, Jake didn’t say anything about it and everything seemed totally normal until they finished and Jake got a text from Dave. “Dave told me what happened,” Jake said quietly, causing Chris’ heart to sink into his abdomen. “He told me he caught you jerking in the massage room. It was pretty ballsy of you to offer to let him watch in exchange for not ratting you out. Good thing he has been hot for your ass since you walked in. Of course now that you’ve had a man show you how to sculpt it, you’d better watch out for more pervs.” Chris laughed nervously and thanked god that Dave covered for him. However, he was so rattled that he didn’t realize they were both naked together for the first time with no one else around. Jake took advantage of the opportunity and had Chris flex his different muscle groups so they could compare. Somehow Chris stayed flaccid for the flex off, even when Jake ran his hand down Chris’ back, over his ass and down between the thighs to show the line of the musculature. Chris asked if he could feel on Jake, just to be sure he understood, then told Jake he was going for a swim, dashed off and blasted his cum load under the water. The next weekend Chris got a text from a number he didn’t know, but he was sure it was Dave when the attachment was a photo of Jake in the shower. Dave invited Chris to come over before he and Jake went out that night, to smoke and hang out, and discuss what had happened the last time. Chris politely declined a few times, worried he might end up getting fucked by Dave, until Dave mentioned that he had a sex tape Jake made before they’d met, and Chris could watch it. Shower, shave and he was out the door to Dave and Jake’s. Chris was greeted by a familiar face but no one he could place, until Dave explained that his guest was a member of the gym and a former MLB player. In no time they’d smoked a few bowls, got the video playing and convinced Chris he could jack off without Dave or Todd (the mlb guy) raping him. Sipping the drink Dave made him, Chris was stroking furiously at the sight of Jake plowing the hell out of some poor teen girl. By the look of Jake and his fuckslut, this must have been 3 or 4 years ago, when Jake was just a high school senior. Little by little the ghb in Chris’ drink took effect, loosening him up so Todd had no problem getting Chris’ dick in his mouth. He could feel his senses dulling, but decided the best way to counter act it was take more hits off the pipe and agree when Dave asked him if he’d like to try taking some fingers in his ass again. Perfectly timed once again, Jake walked in just as Todd was sucking Chris’ dick down to the balls and Dave had three fingers in Chris’ tight hole. “Hey roomie,” Dave said, handing Jake the pipe. “Turns out your buddy here likes getting his hole fingered, especially when he is high.” Jake laughed and took a few hits, before asking Chris if he was okay. Chris nodded yes and reached for Jake’s crotch. Oblivious, Jake handed him the pipe as if that’s what he wanted, before stripping off his own clothes and instructing Todd to suck his cock. Eyes glued to the real Jake, Chris forgot they were watching Jake’s sex tape, until the star of the tape noticed and asked why. “It was a request,” Dave said, standing up and moving down behind Todd’s upturned hole. “Seems as though your little trainee gets off watching you fuck.” Mortified, Chris was too high to deny it and just blushed. Everyone laughed, while Dave pulled Todd off Jake’s cock, and threw his legs back and began wailing on the baseball player’s tan hairy ass. “Course he does!” Jake added. “Just like I think it is hot watching him fuck. He is one hot piece of muscle man now, ain’t he Dave?” “You know I think he is,” Dave grunted between thrusts. “but I think he’d be even hotter with your dick in his mouth. And I KNOW he’s game for it.” Jake’s eyes whipped to Chris, and he knew Dave was telling the truth. No words were spoken as he stepped closer and waved his hard dick only an inch from Chris’ pink lips. Leaving the last bit of distance for Chris to make was all the approval Jake needed, for as soon as Chris leaned in to suck Jake, Jake thrust forward, grabbed a handful of dusty blond hair and began reaming Chris’ throat. If it was anyone else, Chris would have choked and pulled off and never tried it again, but he knew what he was getting with Jake, and it was exactly what he needed. Chris began to jack his own meat and finger his tight hole while he slurped on Jake’s massive member. Less than a minute was all it took for Chris to cum all over himself, and soon after Jake fed him his load. Worried that Jake would think less of him, Chris told Dave he was heading to the gym and ran out while Jake was in the shower. Although Jake’s apartment was only a few blocks from the gym, Chris was too high to drive there, but did anyway, barely making it in one piece. The rain had turned to snow recently and the roads were covered in it, which meant no one was working out on a snowy Saturday night. Inside the locker room, Chris stripped off his clothes and sat on the bench, still covered in cum. He began to freak out about what his only friend might do now that he saw what a faggot bitch Chris was. Still too drunk for a work out, he laid back and closed his eyes, willing this to just be an amazing dream, but knew it wasn’t when he heard the door slam and Jake’s voice call out to him. “What the hell man?” Jake asked, putting his bag and coat in his locker, and starting to undress. “You should know me well enough by now to realize I always have at least two loads to shoot once I start partying, and you gotta take the rest of them now boy.” Chris opened his eyes just in time to see a fully erect Jake straddle the bench, hoist Chris’ legs over his shoulders, squirt some lube on his cock, and slide most of it in on the first stroke. Chris screamed out, but stopped once Jake commanded him to. The first few minutes were excruciating, but after awhile it was less painful and more of a dull ache. All the pain was forgotten once Jake was balls deep. It was like a switch had been thrown, turning a straight muscle boy into a hungry bottom whore, begging and pleading for more dick and cum. When Jake finally decided to grace Chris’ ass with his load, he did it balls deep, sharing both of their first man2man kiss at the same time. Once they were sure the gym was truly empty, they sent the desk worker home and moved up to the gym floor, where Jake added another load to Chris’ ass, this time on the weight bench. Reinforcements arrived soon after, and Chris spent the rest of the night taking loads from Dave, Todd, two other gym members and high school kid who wondered in thinking it was a club and accidentally caught Jake giving Chris a fourth load on the reception desk. Attached: one pic of chris, four pics of Jake

Part 1 He was one of the few straight guys I sold to and definitely the hotest. His name was Troy and he was 19. And at 6'2", lean 190 pounds, blond hair and blue eyes he was the next door AF/frat boy type. He had a scholarship at the local university, but lost it over the summer for some infraction (probably drugs). He was mostly doing weed and coke, until a girl he picked up one night introduced him to Tina. He loved fucking on Tina and developed a nice habit. That's where I came into the picture. She introduced Troy to me so that he could get his own supplies. Soon he was hitting me up on a regular basis, but always seemed to be short on cash. Now, I am an entrepreneur. I have several "businesses' I run in addition to selling the best shit on campus. One of my businesses is a video web site where guys show off (either solo or couple). I knew he needed cash and started to plant the seed in his brain at how much cash he could make in one night. The conversation wnet like this: Me: "If you need cash I have a way you can make $100 a night easy." Troy: "I'm not seeling drugs!" Me: "Nothing like that, I have a web site that features hot guys like you that show off for viewers all over the world." Troy: "I aint doing anything gay, I'm not a fog." Me: "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but I will tell you the more you please your viewers the better tips you might get. I have a couple guys that clear close to a grand in one night." Troy: "I'll think about it." Me: "There's a special, secret viewing for those hot boys who like to blow clouds and stroke for the customer." I knew I had him thinking as I gave him a small supply of Tina for the night. It was enough to cloud his brain and when he wanted more without any means to pay for it I would have him. Sure enough by the next morning I got a text from him asking for more Tina. He and a girl he hung out with went through what he had in a few hours. He had no cash on hand and I brought up our discussion from a few hours earlier. I could tell he was in desperate need as he agreed to do the web site if I fronted him some Tina. I had him! He came over to where the video was broadcasted and I presented a contract for him to sign. He signed it without reading (what a dumb jock) and I gave him a teener of T. I informed him that he was to be back at the studio the next night around 8 pm to be prepared and given instructions. The next night he showed 5 minutes late (better late than never) and he was given a razor and instructed to trim or shave his balls, ass and chest. He was then led to a bathroom (which had a number of concealed cameras) where he proceeded to shave his entire body hair off. When he returned he was shown to his private room and told to show off for the viewers while chatting with them. I reminded him the more he would do for them he might get some tips. He spent the next 8 hours on camera stoking his coke (a nice coke actually, too bad by the time I'm done with him he won't really get to use it. By the end of the night he had received very few tips and only made $150. He was disappointed and asked "Do you have any suggestions how I could make more money. I lost viewers as the night went on." I asked him "Would you let another guy suck your dick? I know that would get you more viewers. They'd love to see a straight jock sucked off. I'd even up your base to $150 plus tips." Troy siad h "I need to think about that, when do I go on again?" I let him know he has a week to decide. The following week when he returned, hungry for some smoke made his decision easy. He agreed to have another guy suck his cock. I made sure he had plenty of G laced Gatorade (since it would help hide the taste) and plenty of Tina for them both to smoke. I knew with all those factors I might get him to do more. I had paired him up with Tommy, who was actually one of my vers/top studs and also HIV+! This session went better then his first session. He let the Tommy play with his cock and eventually give him a blow job while paying some attention to licking his taint and a few licks to his hole. As the night progress Tommy made sure that Troy smoked a lot of Tina. Troy started to get offers ($$) to blow Tommy. The first offer was $50 to which Troy politely replied that he was straight and didn't suck dick. The viewers questioned Troy on his sexuality and he continued to tell them that he was in deed straight. The offerd began to get better until the final one (prompted by me) came in offering him $500 to give Tommy a blow job to completion. I saw Troy's eye go wide at that offer and he thought this over. It was apparent that Troy was having dificulties getting hard as Tommy was still playing with his Tina dick. Tommy let Troy know that if they were going to make some serious cash they needed some action. I added to the fire with my private chat to them to get the action on before we lose any viewers and I lose money!! Tommy helped guide Troy's head to his crotch as Troy gave in knowing he needed to perform. He reluctantly began to suck Tommy's growing cock as he produced ample amounts of precum. Soon Tommy had Troy's mouth fully on his 9" cock as he he paid a little attention to Troys ass. Troy was lost in his attempt to suck cock for the first time he barely noticed Tommy work a finger coated in Tina laced lube into his hole. Troy was starting to get plesure from the attention to his ass while he attempted to suck his first cock. Tommy took his time as he added more lube and eventually a nice size shard of Tina to Troy's hole. Troy began to moan around Tommy's cock as more fingers were added to his hungry hole. When Tommy had worked a second shard inside Troy along with 3 fingers Troy was definitely entering slut mode when he asked Tommy "Oh god bro, that was feeling great, will you put your fingers back inside me." Tommy was perfect, "You want something in your straight, jock ass bro? How about my cock? Would you like me to slip my cock inside your ass?" Troy attempted to deny his fate, "Bro, I'm straight. I don't get fucked by guys" as he continued to suck Tommy's cock. Tommy pushed Troy down as far as he'd go onto his cock and asked "Do straight boy's like you suck cock? I know you want cock in your hole, it's hungry for me to breed it." Troy was completely defeated as he never let Troy's cock out of his mouth and shook his 'yes' letting Tommy know that he was accepting his fate. Tommy moved between Troy's legs positioning his bare cock at the jock's virgin hole. I made sure to get a close up of Troy's face on a split screen as Tommy's cock began to make its way where no man had ever been before. When Tommy's head breached the outer ring, there was a look of confusion on Troy's face. But as he slowly sank the full length into the Jock's ass the look turned to one of pure pleasure and desire. Tommy sank in balls deep as the Troy moaned out "Oh, fuck yeah!" Then he pulled out a bit and began to slowly initiate our former straight jock to the joys of man on man sex. With Tommy's abilities (and a little bit of Tina) he fucked Troy bast the time their show was supposed to end giving him 6 dirty poz loads of cum, and bringing this jock one step closer to being a gay porn star.

Fiber supplements like Pure For Men are very helpful, but I think every bottom is different and getting clean back there involves a bit of trial and error, a customised technique (e.g. the right amount of water and how deep to douche), a dildo, some dietary modifications and still a bit of luck. We've all had that sinking feeling of thinking we're ready and seeing that we're not. And we've all been worried we would serve up gravy but turned out to be clean as a whistle. And raise your hand if you've ever gotten a text from your favorite fuck bud after you've stuffed yourself full of greasy food? One of the reasons I don't top more is because in my experience, less than a third of the bottoms are 100% clean. And yes I do a finger test before I insert my dick (and yes I hate it when guys finger test me LOL). One of my fuck buds told me recently, your puss is always clean - how do you do it? I said well...it's complicated. But I'm a consummate professional at what I do and I know first impressions count. Serving up dirty cooch is a no-no.

Once you'd taken my hot creamy load, then I'd be ready again to shoot all over you ... NICE

When I was in my teens and 20s, I never seemed to have an issue with needing to clean. That was until I had my first really well-hung fuck buddy. It was not an issue at first, but the 3rd or 4th time we hooked up, there was a huge mess. Next time, he showed up with a Fleet enema and taught me what to do. I still never had a cleanliness issue with most tricks, so I did not routinely clean out. As I moved into my 30s, it began to be an issue. I bought an enema bulb and cleaned myself out before each fuck. It worked pretty well, but I had a couple of bad incidents with well-hung tops. When I met my husband who is 8x6, we knew we needed a better solution. We installed hoses in the showers at both our places. Our bathroom in our new house together has a really nice hose attached to the shower, and we even bought a nice travel model for trips. I am very open about needing to be clean with tops. I usually clean out before I start looking for a hook up, but if I have not, I don't have a problem telling him that I need half an hour to shower and "clean up."

Is there any other way to fuck? Don't get me wrong, there is a time for slow, sensual, emotionally connecting sex between two guys in love. But there is just something to be said about having my hole totally destroyed by a uber-hung top that wants nothing more than to punish the fuck out of me until his balls are empty and we collapse in exhaustion. When hate, as opposed to love, is the ruling emotion during a fuck session, it puts a totally different tone that is strangely satisfying.

Love it! Hot, then sad, back to hot again. But always honest. Good storytelling with just enough info to make you care about the characters, esp our cock and cum loving narrator!

http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/101-More-Hot-Ginger-Ass-Breeding-29578481 "Do you like Daddy's dick?"

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Nicely done Sleazy-Brit-Boy! Love the toothbrush "detailing" and how sure the neg whore wanted to be pozzed. He kept asking..."are you sure you're poz?" Fucking hot man!

its the idea though., love the thought of trying to appear all innocent when behind the door a lad is deep up ur ass

What makes me a whore: 1) having no idea of the number of guys I've slept with in my lifetime (I couldn't even get it to within 100 if my LIFE depended on it) 2) having had a host of STDs (comes with whoredom unfortunately) 3) finding random phone numbers in my phone of guys I've fucked and that I sincerely don't remember 4) fucking and getting fucked bb by guys in bars, saunas, cinemas, parks, at home, their homes 5) Being embarrassed if my friends and co-workers knew or found out about me 6) Sitting quietly when others are called whores knowing full well that I've got them beat 7) Advertising a cummy hole and having guys add their load 8) Learning to speak 3 additional languages to increase my chances of getting laid 9) Taking loads from men who I know are in relationships 10) Posting/sending pics to guys with cum running out of my ass I'm sure there's more but if the above don't make me a whore, then whores don't exist. LOL.

The piano used atTrident studios for recording Bohemian Rhapsody was a Bechstein. Nota very large one, a bit under 6' I think.

I hope i don't bore anyone with my FB stories but he is about all the regular cock I get. Although, traveling this weekend so crossing my fingers. Here is this week's stories. J is a mid twenties mixed stud, with an amazing 8" cock which my bi married ass cannot get enough of. He will text me at least once a week to ask "You need to see me?" which I always reply with a YES. Most days it is while i am at work, and for that reason I keep a supply of saline enema kits in my private bathroom. When I responded Tuesday, he said "I will be ready in a half hour, be here then", I immediately went to the bathroom to clean out. Waited 15 mins and went back to do a second one as I really wanted a good fucking from him and hate to stop and clean up. I arrived at his apartment, usually I knock and we exchange pleasantries and then go to his room for fuck time. This day I knock and he answers the door naked and that cock hard already. He grabs my hand and pulls me in the door. I follow him to his room. He has a sheet covering his comforter, 2 bottles of poppers, lube and a big dildo laying on the bed. I look at him and say what is that for?? he says you will see. I immediately drop to my knees to suck his cock...soon I have it down my throat, gagging slightly but keeping it deep (he loves for me to deep throat his cock), He says for a guy who likes pussy you sure know your way around a cock. He holds a bottle of poppers under my nose, I hit it hard under both nostrils...I love the popper high makes me so fuckin horny ( i cannot imagine what a slut I would be if I ever did Tina). I spit on my finger and begin to finger his ass while i suck, he tells me 2 fingers, I work in 2...he demands 3, I give 3...He pulls me up and says get undressed. I undress and crawl onto his bed as he is sniffing deeply on that popper bottle. I go back to work on his cock, licking his piss slit and taking him to his pubes....he guides my hand to his hole...i being finger fucking him again....1, 2, 3, then all 4 fuckin his spit lubed hole....although pretty sure he pre lubed because my hand was pumping pretty good...I look up at him and he says "I want that dildo in my ass, while you ride me!"... I was kinda shocked but didn't care I just wanted his cock deep in me and he was too turned on that I would most definitely have my hole flooded!!!!! We get into a 69 sorta position, me on top, and I am holding his legs back wide sucking his cock while lubing him up more for this BIG dildo...he is eating my asshole to perfection getting me ready to sit on his sweet black pole. He hands me the dildo and I begin to work it in, fuckin it in and out while i suck ... i taste a stream of precum hit my tongue and i immediately suck hard for more....as i get it in to the base, i twist it around as he ask so the rubber balls are pushing against his. he spits one more time into my loosened hole and push me up to say its time.... i climb off and turn around.....lube my hole a little more and position my fuck hole just over the head of his swollen cock....I have never seen him this hard. he milks his cock and precum oozes again adding more lube as I begin to sit on his pole....before i impale my self all the way I grab the maximum impact, spray it in the rag, take it in my mouth and inhale deeply and hold it....I find myself sliding down all the way to his balls and hold to adjust....hit the rush one more time and begin pumping his cock up and down. He grabs my shoulders from under my arms and just holds me as he fucks me as the dildo is fucking him. i ride him good, and raise up to squat over him to slam it back down in my gaping hole...from the aggressive grinding he sees some blood on his cock and that turns him on even more.. he thrusts up to meet me hole and i mean he his slamming me...hard and deep from the bottom position... i begin grinding more and harder and feel his cock swell,,,,and can tell from his moan I am about to be filled....he floods my hole with pulse after pulse of sweet cum. I continue to ride as I am about to shoot...he reaches up and tortures my nipples and with a moan I unload onto his sexy milk chocolate chest. I sit up and relax with his semi hard cock in my hole....i reach back to tickle his hole surprised to find he managed to keep that dildo in him the whole time. Through some pretty aggressive fucking, that is pretty good ass control. I tell him "I am impressed" he says "you got a 4 day load in your belly, do you want to keep it?" I questioned "Keep it?" he pulls out a plug and says "Yeah keep it" with a grin. We roll over with him still in me so not to lose any, he pulls out....pushes my legs back and with ease this plug slides into my hole. "Bring it back next time" he says. I climb off, clean up and awkwardly leave and go back to work. I managed to keep it in me for 3 hours until I went home. Wife asks "Why are you walking funny?" said "not sure gas cramps or something". Went to the bathroom, and pulled out the plug and pushed out the biggest load I have ever had, with some pink tint to it,,,,play with my hole a little, take a picture of my cum soaked fingers and text it to J. He replies "I hope i am still swimming in you." If he weren't on Prep, i may be a little nervous. LOL.

Tonight, i took at 8" black top, he was a whore, wanted cash, but i talked him into a quarter oz of regular bud. He took it, then took my fat ass and dumped a load.

Justin and I were really looking forward to Mardi Gras. I hadn't been to one before and he couldn't wait to show me around. Mardi Gras parades and festivals go on for weeks. Some of the parades are in the suburbs and, while we didn't go to those, the party atmosphere really kicked up on campus. There was not a day I wasn't drinking the last week in February. Every night after I got drunk, I'd climb on Justin's condomless cock and ride it until he came inside me. I love the feeling of a man cumming in my ass. Justin had gotten over the fact that we were no longer using condoms. He was enjoying it as much as I was now. He started getting a little rougher and verbal. He'd make me beg or ask for his load. Then he'd tell me how hot it was that I begged for it when we would cuddle afterward. It became our thing. I loved doing it, especially when I was looking at him on my back or riding him. His face was so great when he came. Justin and I went to our first parade the Thursday before Fat Tuesday. We stood on St. Charles Avenue and got really drunk with his brother and roommates. We ran into a bunch of gay guys from Loyola University (right next to Tulane). Justin and I made fast friends with them because they had vodka based cocktails in gallon milk jugs in their cooler. They invited us to go to a party after the parade. We said yes. After the parade was over, we left Justin's roommates and went with the Loyola gays. We showed up at this old house that had been converted into apartments near both our campuses. The 2nd floor unit was the party space. It was pretty big with 3 bedrooms, a big living room, dining room and kitchen. There were also porches in the back and the front. It was nice, but it was a student apartment so it was also disheveled and run down. The roommates were all other gays who lived in New Orleans - two students and one graduate. The liquor was flowing and the group of boys was growing. Soon there were about 40 people at the party so it was hot and we were getting sweaty. Guys started hooking up. Some left and others stayed around to make out and drink more. Justin and I were in the later group. At one point Justin and I started making out with another couple. It was hot. Justin grabbed the back of my hips and bent me over to make out with the other guys. It was clear who the tops and bottoms were in our foursome. I could feel Justin's cock hard in his shorts pressing on my ass. I had worn a jockstrap that day and both our shorts were thin enough so that it felt like his cock was resting in my crack. The other bottom and I stopped making out and returned to our respective men. I kissed Justin and pulled him into a bedroom and the other couple came with. I pushed Justin against the wall and dropped to my knees to suck his cock just as the other bottom closed the bedroom door. I sucked Justin's cock and got it very wet. The other bottom must've been pre-lubed because the other top had a condom on and was plowing his already. I could hear the moans. I stood up and kissed Justin and told him to fuck me as I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall on the floor. He grabbed me. I stepped out of the shorts and he pushed me against the wall. Justin lined up his cock and pressed into my ass. I moaned and winced a bit. Justin and I usually used lube, but spit would have to do. Justin fucked me hard and fast. I could hear the other bottom moaning and his top grunting. The other top said he was about to cum. I looked in the mirror and saw him pull out, rip off the condom and cum in the bottom's mouth. I saw Justin watching too. He said he was about to cum. I said, "Give it to me baby. Cum in my ass." Justin came inside me. He turned me around dropped to his knees and sucked me off until he came. We all left the room together. The other bottom said, "Did you guys use a condom?" I said, "No, he's my boyfriend and we are both tested and are negative." He said, "I've never done it bareback. I haven't been with a guy I trust enough yet. One mistake and you could be poz." I slid my hand into Justin's and said, "I trust Justin." Justin smiled and we kissed. We left the party about a half hour later. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday were all insane days. Justin's roommates grabbed a shopping cart, we filled it with booze and took it almost all the way downtown to watch the parades and get drunk. Justin and I went out every night after the parades to dance at Oz and Pub. We'd dance shirtless and make out on the dance floor. Tuesday was nuts. We woke up early to watch the Zulu parade, of which we caught the end. We crossed Canal Street to the FQ side and hung out there with friends who had an apartment a few blocks into the Quarter. I learned quickly that Bathroom access is the key to enjoying Mardi Gras. Justin and I bought frozen daiquiris. We watched the last parade and then went to watch the Gay Mardi Gras festivities on St. Ann. There was a costume show of some kind and Justin and I were really drunk. We had such a great time. The bars were overflowing with gay guys. So many sexy guys. So much skin. I took off my shirt. Justin took his off. I was so drunk that I tried to give him head on the balcony of one of the bars. He stopped me and we kissed and laughed. I whispered that we should go somewhere and fuck. Justin smiled at me. He took my hand and said, "I think I know a place." Justin and I went into another bar that was much darker. It was really crowded. The crowd was lively and we ran into the couple that we met at the party. The bottom said his boyfriend had just fucked him in the bathroom. Justin said, "That's what I had in mind." We went to the bathroom and finally got into a stall. Justin had grabbed a couple of lube packets from a bowl next to a bowl of condoms. I pushed my shorts and underwear down. Justin lubed his cock and slid his cock right inside me. We had fucked twice the night before and once that morning already. I was pretty used to his cock so it slid all the way inside me. I groaned loudly. Justin leaned over me and said we had to be quiet. I couldn't help it though. I was so horny and his cock felt so good hitting my prostate over and over again that I was moaning loudly. Justin said, "Be quiet Zach." That's when one of the other guys in the bathroom said, "Be loud. It's hot. Let him moan." Another guy said, "Yeah Zach, moan for us." Justin didn't say anything else. He just kept fucking me for a few more minutes and he reached around with a lubed hand to jerk me off too. My hands were pressed against the wall as he rode my ass. He was bringing me close. I said, "I'm close." Justin said, "Me too. Do you want my cum?" I said, "Fuck yes. Cum in my ass. I want it." He came in me. I came on the floor. We almost collapsed. It was so hot. We put our clothes on and opened the stall door. Guys were smiling at us. A couple clapped and cheered. I was embarrassed. I looked at Justin. His face was so red. I noticed that one of the guys smiling at me was the other top from the party. He said, "Hey guys. We have drinks for you at the bar." We found the bar and relaxed and chilled with the guys for about an hour. But, Justin was not in his same mood. We went home. We kissed and fucked again that night. Justin fucked me harder than he ever had before. He was really jamming his cock inside me. It hurt, but it was a good hurt and I knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt me. He asked if I wanted his load. I begged him for it. He said, "Here it comes, slut!" and he came in my ass. The next morning, Justin was sheepish about the day before. I asked him what was wrong and he said "nothing." We went about our livers over the next couple of weeks. We kept fucking every night. But, something was wrong. I could tell. I finally got Justin to admit that he was weirded out by the sex in the bathroom. He said that he didn't understand why I wanted those guys to hear us and why I was so loud. I told him that him fucking me felt good and, as we both knew, sometimes I can get loud. Besides, I told him that he was the one that told me to beg him for his cum. I asked how I was supposed to do that quietly in a men's bathroom. The conversation didn't help much, but at least I knew what was going on with him. A few weeks later, just before Jazz Fest, Justin and I went out to Oz. We saw our friends and danced a lot. A couple of the guys, including the top from the Mardi Gras party, were going to the bathhouse. The other Mardi Gras party top's name is Seth. Seth pressed us to go with them. I wanted to go. I told Justin that it would be fun. On the walk there, Seth got me to admit that I'd gone to a bathhouse previously. That was something Justin didn't know. I was drunk and chatting so I didn't know Justin was pissed off. We went inside the bathhpuse. Justin and I got naked pretty quickly and we found a room to fuck in. Justin fucked me fast and came quickly. Justin asked me to beg for his load again. I did. I looked over and saw Seth watching us a bit. Justin and I kissed and I suggested we go get in the hot tub. Justin and I got in the hot tub. I cuddled up next to him and he slipped away from me. He said it's too hot. I said, "Let's just stay here a bit." Seth and a couple of the guys joined us. I was still drunk and chatty, so I gave Justin his space and talked to the guys. Seth was flirty and soon was next to me with his hand on my leg. I removed the hand, but Justin saw it and was pissed off. He left and I followed. We went to locker area and Justin said, "You stay out with your friends. I'm tired and pissed off and I want to go home." I told him I would go with him and Justin turned to me and said, "I need to be alone. I'm really uncomfortable seeing how slutty you are. And I guess I have been for awhile. I can't believe you never told me that you've been to a bathhouse before tonight." I grabbed Justin's hand and said that I loved him very much. I told him I would leave with him if he would wait for me to get dressed. He handed me the locker key and said, "We can talk tomorrow Zach. I love you but I need to be alone." Justin left. The other Mardi Gras party bottom had come in the locker area and saw the fight. He came over to me and comforted me. He said, "I brought some nice guys. Let's go sit in the hot tub and chat. No need to leave yet." I don't know why I went back to the hot tub, but I did. It was only a few minutes before everyone in our group knew that Justin and I had an argument. Bottom boy and I were chatting and I was trying not to look around at all the sexy guys. It was hard to not look though since some of the guys were really sexy and others had already left us to hook up together or with other guys the saw in the bathhouse. Bottom boy started making out with the guy on the other side of him. Then I felt an arm around my shoulders and it was Seth. He said that he was sorry if he caused any of the argument. I told him it was more about what had happened in the bathroom of the other bar. Seth told me how hot he thought that was and that Justin was lucky to have me. Bottom boy and his make out partner left me with Seth. It wasn't long before Seth's comforting touch included his hand on my leg. I didn't move his hand. I felt so alone after Justin left that I just needed someone. I was hoping that Seth's touch was still just friendly. I needed to talk to someone; be with someone. Seth told me how attractive I was and that he liked me. He pinched my nipple lightly. We laughed. I relaxed some. We kept brushing against each other. Eventually his hand slid up my inner thigh and brushed my balls lightly before slipping about a half inch away. My cock got hard. Seth leaned in and kissed me. I let him. I opened my mouth and let his tongue inside. After a few minutes we were stroking each other's hard cocks. Seth and I left the hot tub and went to find a quiet place. We found a corner and he told me that he liked my sexy ass. He squeezed it and said he'd like to fuck me. We kissed a lot. I got on my knees and sucked his hot cock. He leaned against the wall and I sucked him for about 10 minutes. He stood me up and turned me around. He got on his knees, spread my cheeks and ate my ass. He got me really wet and he fingered me while he ate my ass. He was really good at using his tongue to widen my hole. I was already kinda loose from Justin fucking me regularly, but Seth was relaxing me more. Eventually Seth stood up and put his cock at my hole. I instinctively pushed back and his 8" fat cock slipped inside me. I grunted. He spit on his cock and pushed in more. Justin's cum helped lube him as his cock filled me up. I needed this fuck. It felt good and reassuring after the argument with Justin. Someone wanted me even if Justin didn't. I moaned and stroked my cock as Seth fucked me. He was slow at first, letting me get used to his cock. Once he had a rhythm going and had picked up speed, he said, "Do you like my cock in you?" I told him that I did. He asked me to tell him how much I liked it and he took his cock out until just the top was inside me. I begged him to keep fucking me. He told me what a sweet ass I had. Seth had me saying a lot of things as he fucked me. I felt him get a bit faster. I kept telling him how good his cock felt. Then he said, "I'm going to cum. Do you want my load?" Out of habit I said, "Fuck yes! Cum in my ass." And he did. I felt Seth's load shoot volley after volley of cum inside me. I shot on the wall. Seth slipped out of my ass. I felt the loads slip out with him. He kissed me. Seth lightly slapped my ass and said I was a hot fuck. He told me how glad he was that I wasn't a condom Nazi. He went to the showers. I went with him. I took a quick shower, kissed him, got dressed and left. I realized what I had done. I was scared. My stomach dropped out of me. I was more empty than ever. I couldn't believe I had just cheated on Justin And bareback. I knew I had to tell Justin. I couldn't have sex with him again until after I was tested. At a minimum that would be the best outcome we could have, we stay together and use condoms for a few months until I test negative again. The next day I called Justin a few times and left a couple messages on his answering machine(remember it's 2000). I knew his class schedule though, so I went to wait near the humanities building. He came out of class about ten minutes after I got there. He saw me and walked passed me. I caught up to him and he told me to leave him alone. I walked him to his dorm and at the base of his stairs he told me we were finished. He already heard that Seth fucked me last night, and that he knew it was bareback because I was too slutty for it not to be. Justin said that I was such a slut and the more he knew me the more he realized that I just want lots of guys to fuck me. He said he didn't love me and couldn't love a guy who needed that kind of sex. I tried to argue, but I gave in. I knew he was right. I liked having sex with lots of guys. The thought of needing a lot of sex shamed me. Why couldn't one almost perfect guy be enough? I cried right there. I turned and walked away afraid to let him see the tears. After about 100 yards, I looked back and saw Justin close the door to his dorm. I went back to mine and collapsed on my bed, brokehearted. Empty.

Worth the wait...but keep going?

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

Fuck.... I'd love to take your dirty poz load. I'm only local, want me to come over sometime?

Oh my God! Damn ThaT was a bruTal, TwisTed fucking ThaT boy goT! I love iT! I am trying to visualize the boy's cunT being shredded by a huge 10in black pierced cock with spikes!

so how many cocks n loads did he get?

Mmm....Tina, Gina, a sling, some horny fuckers that love BB...and I'm set for a long weekend...

I will be honest maybe nobody wants you because you seem to have some issues with depression or something because you can get married and have kids being gay via adoption or surrogacy. But referring to your life as miserable certainly might scare off some guys so maybe getting yourself in a better place mentally would help your situation? Often people who are trying too hard to find a boyfriend unknowingly put out a vibe that is off putting to other guys who would otherwise be interested.

I discovered the joy of getting gangbanged in a totally unplanned spontaneous session. Was at a friend's pool party and after dark when everyone was pretty well trashed from a full day of drinking the sex got started and and went on for hours. At first my boyfriend and I were only watching but after a while we were so horned up from watching the fun that we ended up joining the party and he fucked his load in me on one of the chaise lounges around the pool. Was my first experience having sex in public with others watching and I was blown away by the experience. It felt so good being a slut and knowing that other guys were getting off watching me be a dirty whore. Another bottom was getting gang fucked and loaded up on the diving board and when he couldn't take it anymore my boyfriend dared me to take his place. I was horny and said WTF and laid on my back with my legs in the air on the diving board. Wasn't long before I was getting gangbanged by several tops and taking their loads. It felt amazing to get fucked with my ass full of cum and the more I got the more I wanted. I had always enjoyed bareback porn and fantasized about what it would feel like to be the cum sloppy bottom taking multiple cocks and loads but prior to this experience I was always very conservative and selective about who I let cum in my ass. Needless to say, that was the night I found out I loved being a cumdump. My ass was full of cum and making "squishing" sounds as I got fucked repeatedly. As hot as that "squishing" sound was the feeling of all that cum in my ass was even hotter. Ended up taking 5 cocks and loads before I was done. Guess who was next on the diving board and took 4 loads? My boyfriend. That night was the start of our journey into bareback depravity and it wasn't long before we started hanging out at bathhouses and the back room at our favorite club being cum craving bottom sluts. We broke up years ago but remained friends and fuck buddies and still to this day hang out together 3 or 4 times a year and go to bathhouses and sleazy clubs to be used as cumwhores. So, to answer the question, for me getting gangbanged and filled with cum is an amazing experience.

Love rough fucks! I love making my sluts feel my dick real hard. I mean, they've taken hundreds of cocks before me, how will they feel me if I don't fuck them hard. Sluts willing to be raped make great fucks too

Let me start off by saying that I was never really a "bug chaser". I never deliberately set out to get infected and to start a life of meds and bloodwork and fear. Instead I viewed myself as more of a f a "playing with fire" type. I liked the idea of playing poz roulette with the tops that fucked me. It turned me on. One top in particular (Steven) was absolutely determined to poz me up. You probably know who he is-- he has video clips all over the internet of him pozzing guys up-- with filthy poz talk during the act. He always bragged about how many guys he's converted and stuff, too. Well, he lives in my city and I began hooking up with him about a year ago. He knew I was neg and he told me that he lives to charge boys up. While the risk factor turned me on, I was more turned on by his big 8 inch cock. So I would go over to his place about once a month and let him breed me-- usually on video. (Yeah, I discovered that I'm in some of his online vids). Anyway, after the 10th time of him breeding me, I was still neg. And it was starting to piss him off. I kept joking with him that perhaps he wasn't as fertile as he thought he was. He didn't like that. So one Saturday morning he hit me up and said he wanted a longer session where he would breed me a couple times, and would I be okay with that? Fuck yes I would! His cock was really nice, but normally he was all about the breeding so I would only get like maybe 10 minutes of fucking before being filled. I was looking forward to more. So he came over about an hour later and he had a bag with him. "I thought we could try something new this time-- maybe a little bondage. Add to the kink factor a bit," he said. "Sure, we can try it," I agreed. After all, I'd been with him multiple times already and had known him almost a year. I trusted him. But unfortunately I underestimated how badly he wanted to poz me up. I had a big, 4-poster modern canopy bed at the time, sorta like a box. Steven got out his bondage gear, got me on my back on the bed and tied my wrists up, one to each headboard post. Then he put ankle cuffs on me and tied those up to the headboard bedposts too so that my hole was fully exposed. He tucked one of my pillows under my ass to help prop it up. It was a bit uncomfortable, but I figured I could manage for the hour or so that he's probably want to play. I was rock hard and ready for my breeding, but as soon as he got me tied up, he left my bedroom for a bit. I thought it was for dramatic effect, but then I heard him talking in the other room... maybe on the phone? I couldn't quite make out what he was saying, but it started to make me uneasy. Maybe he was going to rob me? Or hurt me?? But then just as I was going to shout out to him that I wasn't comfortable, he walked back in to my bedroom. Carrying my SonicCare toothbrush. "Why do you have my toothbrush?" I asked him. "Because I'm going to make sure that after today, you are bugged up. And this is going to help me do it." "Um... how......" I started to say. "I'm going to violate your ass with your fancy toothbrush here and get your guts good and roughed up and ready to take some poz seed." I started to struggle against my bonds, but he had tied me well. "I don't think I want this. Please untie me!" I asked him. "What you want is irrelevant," he stated. And then he roughly shoved my own toothbrush into my ass. It hurt. And he wasn't being gentle with it. But I will say I did get a perverse thrill when he turned the toothbrush on and the vibrations started coursing through my rectum. He went deep and all around in my ass with the thing, and by the end I started to cry a bit. He turned off the toothbrush and yanked it out of my ass. "Oh yeah, there's some pink on there. You look like you're ready for load one...." The toothbrush thing had left him very hard-- probably because he really gets off on the idea of spreading his deathseed. He spit on my ass and then spit on his cock and prepared to shove in me. "Can I at least have some poppers?" I asked him. "You better save those for later... trust me. Besides, I want to make sure you are good and tensed up for my first fuck." And with that he shoved in. Motherfucker did it BURN!! "Sweet!" was all he said as he started to pump into me. He fucked rough and deep right off the bat. And true to form he kept up his litany of dirty talk. "You've been taking lots of dirty, charged loads haven't you? You fucking pig! You're a chaser! You WANT the bug-- admit it! You want MY strain! You want ME to be your pozfather. You're poor neg hole is gonna convert after this, my friend. You're gonna be another AIDS faggot statistic after this. Another stupid cunt who didn't use protection and let a poz top breed him. You fuckin' idiot!" I kept begging him to pull out, to stop. To untie me. I told him that this was going to far and that I didn't want THIS. I didn't want to be this risky. I didn't want to be poz. Please! And yet a teeny part of me was turned on at the same time. A dirty, dark, secret place inside me was getting off on being used this way and being so careless. Slowly I started to get an erection while he was pumping me. Steven noticed and it pushed him over the edge. "Guess what, boy? Your neg days are OVER you stupid fucker! Aaaahhhhhhhhggggh!" And with that he bred me. He stayed inside me and pumped hard and deep until his load was spent, and then he pulled out. It was about that time that his phone rang. Steven grabbed his shorts and left the bedroom with his phone. I heard my front door open and close, and he was gone for a few minutes. My head was still reeling from what had just happened. I was sore and freaked out and scared and upset... and strangely turned on by it all. Just as I was beginning to process what had just transpired, I heard my front door open and I heard voices. It was Steven... and someone else! Oh fuck no, I didn't sign up for THIS! They walked into my bedroom-- Steven, followed two other guys. One was a slightly heavy, very black guy. The other was a very clean cut looking twink. "See? I have him all tied up-- this is his fantasy. He wants to be raped and used, and pozzed." Then he turned to me and said, "These other guys? They're two of my poz children. I knocked both of them up, and they agreed to help donate my strain to you." The other two guys started getting undressed. The twink boy was maybe in his mid 20's, cute, and very cut. And had like a decent 7 inch cock on him. He got on the bed first. "I need to breed him first, as I gotta be somewhere shortly. That ok?" he asks. Steven says sure, so twink gets on the bed, spits on his cock and shoves it right in me. Normally I am completely turned off by twinks, but I find myself getting hard again while this one fucks me. He really is pretty and he's looking me right in the eyes as he fucks me. He is also fucking just like a 20-something, i.e. like a jackhammer. He's just pounding away at my hole while he looks at me. "It's not so bad, you know? Being Poz? It's kind of liberating," he whispers to me. "Steven tagged me on our first try and I wasn't even trying for it. Then I ended up giving it to my boyfriend.... well... my ex boyfriend. But he says your ass is being stubborn." He keeps sawing away at my ass, and I can feel Steven's load churning inside me. So can the twink. "Oh man, I feel your load in there Steve! So fucking hot! It's gonna make me nut!" And then I feel the hot burning wetness as the twink starts to unload in my ass. And man does he unload! His cock just keeps throbbing and throbbing as he shoots volley after volley of his toxic spunk in my guts. He stays buried in me for a minute or so more, and then right before he pulls out, he kisses my cheek and says, "Let go, and let poz." I would have laughed had I not been basically raped. The twink dresses and leaves and that's when I look over to see Steven on his knees sucking what has to be the biggest fucking cock I've ever seen in real life. And it's attached to the black guy. And holy fuckballz, it's gonna be absolutely tearing my ass soon! They stop playing, and they both climb onto the bed. "I hope those other loads have you good and lubed up, boy," the black guy tells me. "Cuz my cock is 10x7 and yeah. It's gonna HURT." The black guy is VERY black, and semi-nelly with a bit of a lisp. He also has a belly and is balding a bit and is not very attractive at ALL. Other than the cock, of course. I can see where he'd be easy pickings for Steven At this point I beg Steven for both poppers and to have the black monstrosity lubed-- at least a little. The black guy squirts some lube on his cock and rubs it around. "Sure baby, I want this fuck to feel good on my dick." Steven is on the bed up near my face, and he feeds me some poppers. This serves to clear away the rest of my reservations, and I am suddenly VERY ready for that huge black cock. "Fuck him," Steven commands. And suddenly (even with the poppers) I'm seeing stars. The pain is so sharp as he just buries his massive tool in me that I think I'm going to pass out. I barely can gasp out that I need more poppers, and thankfully Steven holds them under my nose. And then I suddenly don't mind being impaled so much anymore. The next thing I know I'm being filled to the point of bursting by black cock, and I'm gobbling Steven's now-hardening cock like a sex crazed maniac. Secretly I'm getting off on the knowledge that I'm taking the biggest cock I've ever taken, and I'm taking it well. And DAMN if it isn't starting to feel good! Well, other than the fact that my pucker is on fire, that is. But 10 inches in, I'm in blissful heaven! "Damn, Steven, you weren't kidding! This boy a good piece of ass! I ain't gonna be able to hold out much longer!" the black guys says while drilling me with his full length. I spit out Steven's cock long enough to shout, "FUCKING POZ ME, YOU FILTHY MOTHERFUCKER!" He's buried up inside my second ring when cries out that he's cumming. I feel his black cuntwrecker swell and throb as his poison spits deep inside me. All I can say is "YES! YES! YES!" with every pulse. My cock is rock hard and I want to cum so badly, but nobody is touching me. As the black dude's cock pulls out of me, I feel so empty I could almost cry. The length of the pullout teases me mercilessly and is epic. "I need more cock!" I say. The black guy and Steven laugh and talk about how much of a cum pig I am. Steven assures me that I'm gonna get one more load today. The black guy dresses and leaves and Steven unties me. I rub my ankles and wrists and as I do, I look down at my pillow. There is a pink/red wet stain on the pillowcase where it's been under my ass. Steven sees what I'm looking at. "Oh yeah, your cunt is good and torn up. Lots of prime real estate in there for the bugs to take up residence." "Fucking finish me off," I beg him. "Give me another load of your charged swimmers. I don't care anymore." With that, Steven rolls me onto my back and kisses me deeply. It's the first time we've ever kissed. Before that, he's only ever used me as a cumdump. I wrap my legs around him, and his cock slips inside me easily. Because he's already cum once, he's not in a rush to cum again. Besides, he wants to massage the other poz loads into my ass with his cock. The cumslick wetness of my hole makes the fuck amazing. He takes his time, slow pumping me-- actually making love to my used hole. And I'm rock hard the entire time. As he's fucking me, I can feel my orgasm building. The impact of the whole Saturday fuck session has finally registered, and I feel myself racing to the edge. "Steven, you're gonna fuck the cum right out of me... no handed!" I exclaim. He just keeps going, fucking me, increasing his speed a little. "Oh my fucking God-- keep going! I'm gonna cum!" I warned him. And then I was shooting. Shooting huge volumes of cum from my nipples to my groin. And I just kept cumming! It felt like I was going to shoot myself inside out. My ass spasms were enough for Steven, and I feel him park still inside me--- and then feel his cock spasm deep inside. It makes me cum a few more spurts. We stay welded together for a few minutes, making out, then he slides out of my destroyed ass so he can bend down to lap up my cumload. "Neg loads taste the best," he tells me. "Especially final neg loads." We got cleaned up together and I walked him to the door. As he's leaving he says, "Now THAT oughta do it. Keep me posted." Sure enough, about 3 weeks later I got really sick. And a couple months after that I got my results. I was knocked up and Steven was a "father". Again.

Bi Bottom Turned Part 3 Mike slowly began to feel like he was crawling up out of a well. Sounds were getting more distinct, and he was still getting tonguefucked. He could hear what sounded like several guys talking and laughing. And then.....yes, there was a tongue in his hole. He felt a hand and a blob of something cold on his hole. Then a finger started to slide inside his hole. "This cumdump is ready." Mike held his breath. He wanted this like he had never ever wanted cock. He didn't even really know where he was or if this was all really happening. He feels a cock bump up against his hole a few times. Then he feel it pushing into his hole. Mike was instinctively resisting and clenching his hole shut, and then someone put a bottle of poppers under his nose, he inhaled deeply just once and his hole opened up. That cock slid just inside, popping the head in but no more. Mike heard what he thinks is Jerry say, "This hole is primo. Hungy, tight, and fucking smooth. Boys, we are gonna have a good time. This set-up went perfectly." Mike felt the shaft sliding in bit by bit. Jerry would pull out a little then stroke in a litter deeper each time. But every time he was about to bottom out, Jerry would hold it and not go any deeper. Mike eventually was literally panting. Panting to get that cock in deep, panting to get fucked. "This raw hole around my cock? Nothin' better than this." Mike was getting raw cock. He heard it and he could feel it: no rubber'd up cock felt like this. He could feel the heat from that cock. He groaned and they heard and began egging him on. He wanted this and he tried to hide it from himself. But he couldn't hide now. Now all he was focussed on was that cock. Soon Jerry began longstroking his cock all the way in and all the way out. But on every out stroke, he'd pause just a moment and didn't take his cock completely out of Mike's hole. Then he'd slowly slide his cock deep, and eventually began bottoming out in this cumdumps hole. Mike was spinning. He was overcome with lust and desire and hunger. It was so powerful that he lost track of time and space and any other point of reference for reality except for this cock in his hole, and this room of guys watching. Mike couldn't tell how long Jerry was fucking him, but after a while he could feel Jerry pick up the tempo. He was steadily and rhythmically fucking Mike now. It sent Mike into absolute bliss, this steady strokes of a hard raw cock in his hole. It was unbelievable. Suddenly, Mike could feel that motion, that hardness, that driven way of fucking: Jerry was getting closer. Mike wanted it. He absolutely wanted it and he didn't want Jerry to stop. He still had his eyes covered, but it didn't matter. This was unbelievable. "Ah, fuck I am gonna shoot." "Lube him up, man. C'mon, make that hole slick for the rest of us. He wants your load, don't ya, fuckhole?" "Yes. Please. Please", Mike said quietly, like he was pleading. Mike felt that cock start to get really hard, hard enough so that he could actually feel it. And then Jerry buried his cock deep in Mike's hole and Mike felt that cock swell and pump up, then again, then again, then again. And there was a brief moment where Mike thought he could feel a warm something deep inside of him. He could feel his eyes rolling back and he fought it. Jerry pulled out and right away after some shuffling sounds, Mike felt another cock slowly sliding into his hole with more shouts of encouragement from the others, although Mike didn't know how many. This cock was fucking thick. Mike could feel it literally stretching his hole open. It didn't hurt and Mike was amazed cause this wouldn't be happening if he wasn't high out of his mind. He wouldn't be able to take this cock, no way. But now, he wanted it. And this top was determined. He was giving it to Mike slowly so Mike could get used to the girth, but there was no way this top was stopping even if Mike asked. Mike could tell. He could sense this top was taking his hole no matter what. But was this guy fucking Mike bare? He assumed so. He also hoped so. He couldn't believe it but he felt like he was free and he wanted raw cock and come. He always has. Eventually, this top was giving it to Mike in good long hard strokes. And deep, right to the base, right to where Mike could feel the tops body bumped into his. He fucked Mike for a while - it seemed longer than Jerry's fuck. But sure enough, eventually, Mike could feel this cock get harder and harder. It started to feel almost uncomfortable. He felt hands on the small of his back, pushing Mike down. Mike was just saying over and over and over, "Oh my god, oh my god.". He didn't want this to end. Ever. The top started just pounding it into Mike, and then with one extra hard and extra deep shove, sunk his cock into Mike, held it still, leaned in and whispered, "Take my load, hole. Open up that hole for my seed." Mike felt pulsation after pulsation as this top was undoubtedly dumping his load into Mike. Mike groaned and moaned. It was incredible. While lost in bliss, that cock pulled out and another one began to slide inside, this time deeper and hard right off the bat. Mike started to feel like he was going to black out, and he fought it. He tried to move but was still strapped onto that fuckbench. He could feel himself slowly going under and he was losing the fight to stop it. All of a sudden Mike was out cold.....

If you don't respect your boyfriend enough to let him decide for himself if he wants to become poz and / or be a slut, there is really no point in being in a relationship with him. In real life it really is as simple as that. A relationship is about trust, communication, common interests. If slutty sex is all that matters to you, you really don't need a boyfriend for that. Or you should find one that shares the same priorities. Do the honest thing: Just end the relationship. In the long run, you will BOTH be happier for it.

i think you should be honest with your boyfriend if you want a slut maybe you need to find another boyfriend or respect his decision not be become a slut

Scooting down on the bed, Curtis lifted my legs and thrust his tongue up my ass. There was loud slurping sounds as he felched his own cum out. Releasing my legs, he got on top of me and snowballed his seed with me. "I gotta tell you, as much as I enjoyed playin the dom, making love to you was so much sweeter!" He said. "That intimate connection you talked about is stronger than ever and watchin you with the rest of us, I could see it there too." "This has all been so unexpected!" I said. "When Jesse and Lemar invited me here, I knew some good times were a sure thing. Seeing you, after all these years brought back wonderful memories and I suspected all of you would be sweet men. Over these few hours, the 5 of you went from guys to have sex with to guys who are very much a part of my life. Like you, Curtis, I enjoyed when you played the dom, but when you made love to me, it took our relationship to a whole new level. I know for a fact that you've seen me getting fucked at the rest stop on more than one occasion. All you had to do was say so and you could have had my ass." Curtis kissed me deeply, stroking my chest. "Back in Brooklyn, as connected as we were, we never exchanged names." He said breaking the kiss. "You were the one man who treated me as more than an ass to fuck and felch and I had thought I'd always be a total bottom. The rest stop was and is just a place to have sex and either move on to the next man or go home. Something about you, maybe it's how open and honest you are helped all 5 of us to be open to new things." Getting back on the bed next to me, Jesse ran his fingers over my lips and said, "Curtis is right. Yea, we were happy, but sexually, we let labels define who we are or were. I don't know if I'll like everything I'll try, but nothing is gonna stop me from tryin! Right now, what I wanna try is your manstink! Are you up to joinin me, Curtis, or is Eliot all mine for this?" "No fuckin way!" Curtis replied. "After everything he's done for us, Eliot deserves to have both of us sniff and lick his manstink. Just tell us where you want us to start!" Raising both arms, I said, "My pits are ripe! If you don't mind my stink, you can do my feet next, then my bush, my balls and my buttcrack!" No sooner had I finished my instructions, Jesse and Curtis had their noses buried in my pits. "You got a nice stink!" Jesse said. "I can see why you think it's better than poppers!" "Call me a manstink pig too!" Curtis chimed in. "Maybe it's time for us to swear off deodorant!" Seconds later, they were licking my pits clean. "Feet next!" Jesse said and they both moved down. Needless to say, I was a happy pig as both Jesse and Curtis explored my sweaty spots with their tongues and mouths. "Fuckin amazin!" I said when they opened my butt cheeks and for the first time I felt 2 tongues licking my hole. "Not that I'm keepin score, but we're even now. Even during 3somes, I never had 2 men eatin my ass at the same time!" To be continued

I wanted to get all of this down before I started forgetting it. It’d had been a few months since I was last with a guy, and that didn’t lead to any good sex. He failed to mention that he was a bottom in the ad he posted. Now the guy could eat ass, and that almost made me cum, but not quite. The last time I was bred was maybe 6 or 7 years ago. I had gotten close to fucking someone about a year ago, but once they told me they were poz (but undetectable) that freaked me out. Freaked out and turned on. I got off hundreds of times reading the chasing stuff on this site. I wanted it but I just wasn’t convinced the right way. Today was different though. Me and Paul decided a few weeks ago to meet today when he was off work. It started out as just using A4A to get off. But then being sexless changed my mind and I really wanted to. I seriously didn’t think I’d meet the guy since he wanted to breed me. This is all true, and I'll have a pic of my hole at the bottom. I mainly write like this because I use it to get off with later, and it's easier to read in complete sentences. It got closer and closer, and he kept talking about rimming me, and breeding my ass. The morning of I decided I was really going to do it. I drove the hour to meet him, and contemplated the whole time if I was going to. I started going over my whole history of sex partners. One of the previous ones really got me hot and bothered and my cock was twitching the remainder of the drive there. It wasn’t hard to find his place. As soon as I pulled in the driveway he opened the front door for me. I walked up the steps, and into his house. He was about 5’6”, 170 pounds, grey hair, slight goatee. Paul closed the door behind me, and we walked directly to his bedroom. He started taking off his clothes. Once nude I got a good look at his body. A mix of gray and brown hair everywhere, and a 6” cut cock. I couldn’t believe I was actually here. I started taking mine off, and he got me a Sprite to drink since I was thirsty. He got in the middle of the bed, and I got on the edge next to him. He started grabbing at my cock, and I did the same to his. He also rubbed me along my chest and stomach as well. He kissed at me some. I just wasn’t in the mood for it, but I kissed back. In certain scenarios I can see it being really erotic. We rubbed each other for a few minutes, and eventually I took his bare cock in my mouth. I sucked it the bed I could, up and down, for about 5 minutes. It had been a while since I had a sex partner I could be open with. I asked him if he was interested in me rimming him. Paul said, “No, but get your ass up in the air and I’m going to rim you good.” I did as, and got on my knees for him. He smacked my ass, which I liked, and then started rubbing it, then squeezing it. He ran his fingers up and down my crack before I felt his prickly goatee on my cheeks. Then I felt his hot breath on my hole, and then his tongue went up and down my slit. I was nervous, but enjoying it. He kept spitting on my hole, while at the same time sucking and sticking his tongue in. At least he didn’t tongue fuck me, which I didn’t like. It started to turn me off when he pulled my cock backwards and tried to jerk me off. Still I enjoyed the sensations of his moist and warm tongue and mouth, and prickly beard on my ass cheeks. Then Paul started rubbing me. At first I could tell it was his fingers. He started with one, gently inserting it in me. Then it felt like something different. I asked him if that was his fingers. He didn’t exactly respond, so I reached back and felt around my hole. It was definitely his cock. The tip of it was inside my ring. I asked Paul, “Can you take some pictures and video?” He said sure. I got up and got the camera for him, handing it to him. Paul asked, “Do you want me to stretch your with my fingers some more?” I told him, “No. How about you go ahead and put lube on your cock and my hole, and shove the whole thing in me at once.” It was the first way I was fucked by a guy. It hurt for a brief second, but before I felt his balls on my ass it was pleasure. Hopefully it would be like this again. Paul told me to stand on the floor with my legs spread. I did like he said. I felt the coldness of the lube as he rubbed it around my ring. Then I saw him putting it on his cock. He got the camera, focused it on my pussy hole, and then shoved it all in me. It was different this time. He must be a lot larger than the other guy that fucked me like that. Paul held his bare cock in my hole while I adjusted to it. Slowly he started pulling it in and out of me. After he finished recording about 2 minutes of it, he told me to get in the middle of the bed on my knees. I did like the good little slut bottom I was and got in the middle. I leaned my neck and chest into his pillows he had. At the same time I reached behind me and spread my legs, pulling my cheeks apart for him and pushing my ass up in the air. I felt his bare cock and my hole again, and then he just slid the whole thing in me once again. It hurt slightly, but not nearly as much as before. A few seconds later, I was adjusted to it again. Once I felt good, I started fucking him back. When he pulled mostly out, I moved away. Then when he slid back in me, I push my ass all the way on his cock, feeling his balls against my gooch. He fucked me several different ways in that position. There was normal fucking at first, then the fucking where I responded back and fucked him back. Then there was when he fucked me rapidly. That I didn’t like so much. I was more of a slow and deep guy. Paul noticed while I responded to best, and tried that more often. Then he told me to roll over to the missionary position. I told him that I had only been briefly fucked like that. As soon as I was rolled over, he grabbed my ankles, and put them on his shoulders. He also pulled my ass up and angled it better. This part I hadn’t done before. It was a lot better, and once again he just shoved his whole cock in my hole. No pain this time. At times I thought he was getting close when he slowed down. I asked him if he was close, but he said he wasn’t. Then Paul told me to roll again on my side. This position I had never been in before. He moved my legs around some, then dove balls deep in me. I liked this one too, though missionary had to be my favorite because he was getting so deep in me. Pauled stroked my cock some, but mainly focused on fucking me good. He must have had the right angle, because I occasionally saw stars. It had me moaning good, and Paul said he was close. I told him, “Fucking breed me! Shoot all that cum in me.” He sped up his fucking, and then I felt it. Never before had I felt when the top came (well, the only one) in me. He seemed to get a little harder, but then at the same time there was a little bit more pressure. At first he stayed still while shooting his load up my ass, but once he moved I could tell it was wetter in there after he moved his cock some. He finally pulled his flaccid cock from my hole, and got the camera when I asked him to take a picture. He got two of them, and once I saw them when I got home it drove me wild. We laid in bed some and chatted. I ate some of his cum from my hole after playing with it with my fingers. Then I started rubbing Paul’s cock. It took several minutes of stroking, but it was semi hard again. He rubbed it up and down my crack. That made it harder. Then he put it up against my sloppy hole, and slammed it in again. Amazing was the best description. It was the perfect size since it wasn’t fully hard. He tried fucking me again for several minutes before deciding it’d take too long. I showered off, got dressed and left. I was really messy, otherwise I would have left with a pantyliner in my boxers and his cum in and out of my hole. Hopefully we’ll meet again soon so he can make my hole really sloppy again.