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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: I saw him out of the corner of my eye, he was black as coal, a mountain of a man, wife beater shirt and sweat pants, he looked like he had just gotten out of a prison with the look on his face. I don't know how he got in the room or who let him in, he surly was not part of the support group. He walked up to the leader and they did the usual hand clasp and shake and hug, the leader then turned toward me and said "Tank" this is the faggot bitch who lied his way into our HIV group and we have Chemed him up and turned him into a cocksucking, cum dump faggot white bitch for our black snakes and poz seed. Tank? that was an underestimate; who grabbed me by my hair and pulled me right into his crotch asking if it was true; you like being a bitch to black meat now? I just looked up as best as possible and nodded "yes"! , they Tank asked if i was the married faggot who was taking their toxic seed home and planting into my wife? I told them that I was. Tanked looked at the leader and stated "this is one fucked up fag to be married, lying to get into a HIV support group to be a cocksucking faggot for black men", "then go home and fuck his ol lady" ; Hell maybe we should tell her and fuck her too!! those word hit like a sledge hammer as he pushed my face back into his crotch. Tank then told me to pull down his jogging pants and meet the cock that would ruin me! I slid my hands along his pants and pulled them down to meet a harding slab of meat that had a cut head and a PA through the head that looked like a bolt and nut! My eyes went wide and looked up at Tank who was just grinning at me and stated " yup, I am going to fuck you with that and make you my bitch to breed full of my toxic seed, if these guys haven't knocked you up yet, I will make sure your pregnant tonight"!! SERVICE ME FAG; NOW! I started to lick his shaft and head, tried to get the head of that cock in my mouth with the PA on the end, but it kept hitting my teeth. THATS IT FAGGOT, Get that black meat ready to breed you full and ruin you and make you a blubbering idiot for black cock and toxic cum! Tank then looked at the Leader and stated; "Get him ready for my cock"; one of the other guys in the room came up next to me and wrapped a rubber strap around my arm, then pulled out a syringe of a liquid; as i started to panic, Tank wrenched on my hair and told me to look at the job in front of me and get back to it. As i went back to licking and sucking this monster, i felt a poke in my arm, then got all wozzy and started to cough uncontrolably. someone then put a bottle of poppers under my nose and i was inhaling deep and was now working that cock like I was looking foward to that monster driving into my ass and breeding me like I now wanted to be. Tank pulled me to my feet and backed me up to the table, he reach down and twisted both my nipples to the point I loved it and wanted to cry in pain. Tank then put his hand on my throat and push back until I was laying on my back on the table with Tank pulling me up to him by his legs and putting them over his shoulders. one of the guys walked up and started to lather cream or Vaseline or lube on and into my hole. Tank looked at me and asked me what I wanted; I just spread my legs open farther and said for him to fuck my ass, YOU MEAN YOUR CUNT, PUSSY, it will not be an ass in a few, it will be my hole to breed, ruin, knock up and make you my little street whore! All I could do is say "Yes Sir" I want you to breed , fuck my cunt and for you to use it as you like!! Better, Tank said. I was given a bottle of poppers and propped up on my clothes; I want you to see yourself become my whore, and your going to need those poppers, so I would get to them, cause here comes my cock! As I felt the head of his cock pushing at my hole; Tank turned to the leader and told him to go and find the Faggots bitch and see what she thinks of being a bitch to black meat too. I was to far gone to register what he just said, as the first part of Tank's cock pushed into my hole and I let out a scream.

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I am starting to come down from having to catch my breath and spun around so things have slowed down. Then, he sinks his thumb straight in deep, like he is digging out the hole. More baby oil dripped down onto my hole that now is opened with with thumb deep in it. I hear a click of the bottle and then a jab at my hole his other thumb digs deep. OMG, he spreads his hands and I know my hole is gapping open. I hear him spit on my hole and I feel it hit my open hole, FUCK he was a good shot. Nailed it center first time. Could feel it hit the inner lining of my hole. Then, he moves up closer, and his hard cock, teases my hole. He is easing it in slowly my hole accepting it having just been stretched by his thumbs. My hole accepts it and then I feel it relax as his cock head pops past. He keeps pushing slightly increasing his thrust and I have to get poppers or this is going to hurt. So, I arch up looking for the poppers, there just to my right, I reach for them and he slams in balls deep causing me to slip and lose my balance. I now am face first flat against the couch cushion and his cock has just pounded into me. I scream but it makes no difference my face is in a cushion. He loses his balance now at the same time and slams into me even harder. Now most people would have said something like sorry, or are you ok? Not this BBC, he just started pounding me harder. It was as if when I arched my back up, he took it as a signal I wanted more cock. I did scream "STOP" but it was into the pillow. I started to squirm to get my face free of the pillow to tell him to slow down. I think he sensed I was about to do that. Why? because the next thing I know he has his hand on the back of my head pushing it deeper into the pillow and has now grabbed me by the hair as well. He starts pounding harder and harder. He pulls my head back with my hair. "I am going to put you on your back." And, he pulls out and spins me around, as if I was in a trance, he moved so quickly as if he did this before and practiced it over and over. My legs are up and my ass close to the edge of the couch. He pushes my legs over my hole again and guides his cock to my hole opening. Just at the bud. I am high from poppers now, he allowed me to catch my breath and he handed them to me. I do them starting on the right I just begin to inhale and he slams deep into me causing me to gaspingly inhale the poppers. It's a big hit. I start to say "FUCK!!!" but he starts pulling back out. This causes me to again breath unevenly. And, as he pulls out he also moves my arm with the poppers under the other side of my nose. "DAMN" and I take a breath, "WAIT!" and he slams back into me again causing me to gasp inhaling the poppers again. By this point I don't care because the first two hits are flying me. Then, without saying a word he takes the poppers, puts the lid on it, tosses it aside, and starts pumping into my hole. Lubed only with a few drops of baby oil and wads of spit. I can feel his cock pumping into me. I start to jack my cock off and am flying so high, I usually dont take that deep of inhaling. "You want my load?" I am still dazed. "Huh?", "You are taking my load." I then feel his cock pulse and as it does he slams balls deep. I start to jerk my cock off and he says, "Good I am not done." He just continues fucking me. Harder, he has more lube, his load. He is long dicking me with 9 thick black inches. I am jerking my cock. Finally, I will cum and he pounds against my prostrate. OMG, a 9 inch thick black cock is easily going deep into my hole. My hole must be gapping open. I start cuming and he starts pounding even harder. "FUCK!", his response, "I'm not done!" As, he just keeps fucking me, my hole starting to sound sloppy, and he is just steadily pumping in and out of my hole. He speeds up and then I can see by his closing of his eyes, he was close. They pounds deep and lets go with a low groan as his cock pulsed. I counted 3 solid shots. He pulls out and steps back. I sit up and my face is about crotch high on him so he says, "Clean it." and steps into my face and I open my mouth. Looking at this pinkish foam covering his cock head and foreskin. I lick the foam off. I slide my hand up to his cock and pull the large foreskin back so I can see his cock head and lick out his piss slit. As the skin pulls back I notice the foam isn't really pink anymore but a light red. He notices my hesitation and pushed the back of my head onto his cock. "Clean it!" I clean it off, he steps back puts his shorts on and says "Thanks." hands me a few paper towels ad then cleans up giving me my poppers and sending me to the door. He says, "Sorry, I have to get up early. I will hit you up when I want to fuck your hole again." And, I am out the door with only an "OK" back since I am still coming down from cuming. I realize my fly is open and my belt is not even done up. I also realize I have to keep my hole closed because I can start to feel a trickle down my balls. Shit, no underware. When I got home, I wiped and there was cum and blood. No poo at all. Guess I cleaned out well. Should I keep his loads, 2 maybe? Or, do I eat them? Or, do I just expel them? Should I hope he wants to fuck me again? FUCK YEA!! I think I want BBC a LOT more!! Maybe, A trip to Houston, get a hotel, BB cum dump ad, pics of each as proof, hmmmmm...?

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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 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!

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.

The label doesn't mean anything to me...cunt, pussy....just as long as my ass gets bred.

Once inside, Mike closed the back door behind his fuck buddy who stood waiting for Mike. Mike gestured to follow him and walked to the stairs and up to the master bedroom with his fuck buddy trailing behind, both silent. Mike went right for the bed and lied down on his back and said to his fuckbuddy, "Get comfortable. Lie down, chill,", and watched his buddy strip down to his briefs and lie down beside Mike. "I never even knew your first name until tonight. I know that we agreed to that for discretions' sake, but that was blown out of the water tonight. You know that I would never do anything to cause you any problems?" His fuckbuddy nodded in agreement. It was dark but Mike could feel his fuckbuddy staring right at him. "Can I call you Lawrence?" "Sure, but most people call me Larry." "Well, Larry, I gotta thank you for coming back and getting me out of there." "I am sorry that I suggested that we even go to that bathhouse. I feel like this is my fault." "It isn't your fault." "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you strapped to that bench, drenched in sweat, spun, cum all over your ass and in your crack, on your face, in your hair. You were literally coated in cum. How any guys fucked you? What do you remember?" "I remember a whole bunch of images or short moments but it was all hazy and hard to tell what was real and what wasn't. I passed out a few times, and each time I came to there was a different cock in my mouth. Once someone took off the blindfold, even though I couldn't focus my eyes, I could catch a glimpse. I don't know. I just remember feeling full of cock all the time, and I would be lying if I said that at some point I didn't start to enjoy it, cause I did. That's the thing that disturbs me the most." "But you thought I was there?" "Yeah, I know, I was seeing things. They injected me at least twice that I remember and from what I can tell it was probably crystal meth." Mike touched to spot on his left arm where he got the first injection. "I was so high for I don't know how long before I really even knew what was happening. At first, I was flipping out, terrified, and then when someone made it clear that I was going to get shot up, and I felt it go in my arm, I just let go, like that guy Jerry said. He whispered in my ear: "We are going to get you high no matter what. If you hold still, it will be quick, but if you move around, you're gonna get a bunch of nasty abscesses and have to explain to everyone why you look like a junkie" "Holy fuck. How'd it feel?" "Well, it's intense. A kind of ringing in my ears, and then I coughed for a bit. Then I was flying. And everything was blurry, unclear, and I sort of had no thoughts about anything but the feeling of a cock against my hole and another one slapping against my face. And when I felt that first cock in my ass and that first cock in my mouth after they injected me, that's all there was: cock. I have never been so hungry for sex in my life and I have done my fair share of drugs" "Holy fuck, wow. I admit that not only was I pissed off that I didn't get to fuck you, but - and I hope this doesn't piss you off - but I got hard when I walked up to the door of the room in the bathhouse, and saw you strapped in. When I felt your ass and crack, and the wetness, I put my fingers in my mouth and realized that it was cum. I was rockhard at the thought that you got barefucked and you got loads. I know we have always played safe, but I couldn't help it and I can't now: I am rock hard just picturing you there." Mike reached down to Larry's cock. It was hard. Mike moved his head down to Larry's crotch, never letting go of his cock. He squeezed that cock just lightly, then leaned in until he could slap the cock against his lips. Larry was moaning. Mike opened his mouth and slowly slid the whole length of Larry's cock into his mouth, until Mike felt his lips around the base of the cock. Larry's hands moved to Mike's head, keeping him in place and keeping his cock deep in Mike's throat. Mike started to show signs of gagging, but Larry held fast. All of a sudden Mike started violently gagging and Larry let go of his head. "Larry, my throat hurts from last night. I think it took a real beating and feels raw." "It's ok, let's just chill." Mike moved to lie beside Larry and they laid there in silence in the dark for a while. PIng. "Fuck. Where's my phone?" Mike was fumbling around on the bed, then turned on the bedside light, and scanned the room, realizing that he left his phone downstairs. He got up and told Larry he was going to check his messages in case it was his wife. He walked out and headed downstairs. He went to the back door and there was his phone on the table. He picked it up and saw that he had a text. He didn't recognize the number, and opened it. There was an attachment, so clicked on the attachment and all of a sudden he was looking at a vid clip that was difficult to make out, but then, clearly, his face in plain view, with a cock going in and out of his mouth. Someone says something in the background and Mike stops sucking the cock, and looks right at the camera and says: "Fuck me raw. Dump in me". Mike couldn't breathe. Who the fuck sent this? He checked the number again and it looked like a local number so he called it. It rang and then someone answered, a guy, who said, "That was just a tiny preview of what we have. What did you think?" "Who the fuck is this and what the fuck is going on?" "I am hurt. You don't remember me? I am one of the many guys who rode your throat and hole last night. In fact, I came back for seconds, then thirds, but you were so fucking high by then, I doubt you remember." "How did you get my number? What the fuck do you want from me?" "Ah, well, to answer your first question: I took the key to your locker, opened it up, rummaged through your stuff, copied your contact list and other info, took your Driver's Licence." Mike couldn't breathe. The voice continued: "To answer the second question, I want your throat and hole again. At the bathhouse. In the private room with private bathroom and shower. This Wednesday, 8pm. Got it?" "If I don't come or can't come for some reason?" "With what I have in still photos and vid clips of you? If you want to take that chance, sure, go ahead, but just about everyone you know and more, would get a series of good texts, with attachments. And cause I like to share, vids would also be shared online. And don't worry, all of it would be untraceable. You aren't dealing with amateurs." "Okay" Mike said quietly. He heard a click and the call was over. A second later, another text came through. Mike was terrified, but opened the attachment, and opened the vid clip. It showed Mike looking up and someone says something to Mike. He's in the bathouse. He says, "Yeah," then someone in the background says something, and Mike looks into the camera and says "I wanna get high and I want raw cock." Then you hear laughter, and see a tourniquet being tied on Mike's arm. With silent steps he headed back up to the bedroom, and Larry was asleep and deeply so. Mike crawled into bed beside Larry and began to play with his hole, trying to imagine which one of the guys last night is doing this to him?

My natural father was a sexual deviate. I refer to him as my Natural father or sperm donor since I have had no contact since I was 7. My step father was the one who raised me and my siblings. I have been told that during divorce proceedings he confessed to have fucked at least 3 dozen women in the short 6 years my parents were married, they got divorced when I was 3. He was a terrible father in that he didn’t want boys per se and treated me and my brothers like shit, on the verge of mental and physical abuse. Lucky for us we were too young to really remember but the scars are deep and hidden beneath layers of socialization issues. But I digress, I say he was a sexual deviate because he was always horny, probably why I have a high sex drive as well. He confessed that on their wedding night when he supposedly had gone out to get cigarettes he actually went out and picked up on a whore and plowed her before getting blown by a male hustler in an ally on the way back to the motel. He then came back to the motel and screwed my mother twice before falling asleep, only to wake up with a full erection and fuck mom three more times before breakfast. I’m sure you can get the gist of my description of my sperm donor, but he also fooled around all during the time they were married. I remember one incident from my toddlerhood where he had come home from work with a broken hand, supposedly caught in a car door, later in life I learned the real reason his hand was slammed in the door ad that was that the boy who he had been watching for one of his affairs a teenager, had been giving him blow jobs when his mom was out and then watching and getting jealous when he observer my sperm donor and his mom getting kinky and performing anal sex. In his rage the next time they stopped by my sperm donor’s work he slammed my SD hand in the car door. My SD was a sexual deviate but somehow avoided knocking up any of his affairs. He wasn’t so lucky after the divorce and ended up having a shot gun wedding to a gal he ended up knocking up, he ended up having 3 sons with that woman before moving onto his third wife whom he had another four children so in his lifetime he managed to produce eleven children legitimately and who know how many bastard children are out there. For the purpose of this tale however I will focus on his later children in his last mating he produced 2 girls and two boys. I was in my late twenties when I decided to research my linage I not only wanted to find out where I came from but also was curious about my half siblings and whether they turned out ok. Now I knew my paternal grandfather was a Mormon from Utah. So after inputting his name into the LDS registry I discovered that my ancestry went way back into the late 1600’s and my ancestors had traveled from Kentucky to Utah via Arizona and Illinois. But my search wouldn’t go forward I knew my Sperm donor had been a bit of a black sheep so I figured he had been removed from the church records. I began using a on-line genealogy site and had soon constructed a really nice tree but it had a missing link. I searched death and marriage records as well as birth documents and suddenly the picture had become to come clearer. I had found my lost father and his family living in southwest Utah where my Sperm donor had died due to heart problems (most likely from all the STD’s he ended up contraction from Whores and hustlers) but his family was still located in Arizona. I had two half-brothers and I had their names as well as my two half-sisters. I dug a little deeper and found my 3 half-brothers from his second marriage as well. I now knew the names and ages of my half siblings what to do next. I was content at the time to have just the information and the knowledge of their existence. One day fate stepped in and I was in a position of actually talking to the youngest of the boys. I had taken a day off to relax and do some spring cleaning around the house when the doorbell rang. I peeked out the peep hole and saw 2 Mormon missionaries standing on my porch. I was bored so I opened the door, what the heck I could have some fun taunting these two lovely specimens of clueless youth. I invited them in and they began explaining their mission and began telling me about the book of Mormon. I had heard it before as I had begun being raised Mormon before my parents shifted over to Baptist. I had a strange feeling though as they went on with their lessons, the one boy who was about 19 seemed kind of familiar so I asked where he was from and he replied he was from Arizona. He also had the right name of my youngest half-brother so as they began to get nervous about my inquiries I mentioned I had used the LDS family to try and find my lost family members. Jonathan the one I was interested in said that was cool and did I have any success and I told them that I had indeed tracked the names and approximate locations down and when I mentioned the town that my half siblings were last surveyed in via the US census, Jonathan perked up and looked surprised as that was the town he was from. I asked him about his surname and he responded that it was against church policy to give out that information so I volunteered some information about my original surname to see if he recognized it. He not only recognized it he was almost in tears with a dumbfounded look on his face. Fate had brought us together after all these years. I gave him my information and asked if he’d like to go to dinner with me some night and we could get to know each other. This where fate gets kind of strange, Jonathan called me the next day and said he spoke with his stake elders and got permission to meet up with me for dinner to discuss our lives and etc. he asked if one of his fellow missionaries could come along to witness this reunion and monitor for the church to make sure everything was on the up and up. I said sure as I had no hidden agenda. Little did I know but my little half-brother and his missionary brother did. I picked up the pair at an apartment down the street from my house and took them to a mid-level family restaurant in the area. We talked for a bit had a good dinner and the other missionary (he wasn’t he one who had come with Jonathan originally) said that he thought moving the conversation to my house would be appropriate since my usual taking someone to the bars next wouldn’t work here, I was still in awe about meeting Jonathan not to mention that the two families both lived in the same town and kept in communication with each other, so Jon was able to fill me in on all the family gossip. I started asking how my other half sibling’s had turned out and Jon began skirting the issues, I was getting suspicious that Jon was trying to hide something. Jon asked for a glass of juices and when I went to get it in the kitchen he followed me. I poured the glass and placed the jug back in the refrigerator and when I turned around Jon kissed me full on the lips. I pushed him away and retorted what was he doing. He responded that he knew when I invited him in the other day That I was gay and it didn’t matter to him because so was he and two of my other half-brothers, he didn’t give me all the details but indicated they were a very close tight knit band of brothers (wink) He approached me again and began messaging my nipples through my polo and I was gone and he began making out with me again after a couple minutes I pushed him away and blurted what about the elder in the living room? He said don’t work that they had been fooling around at the apartment when the others went out on mission walks, and he stated that he had told elder tom where to find my porn which should keep him occupied for a while. I was shocked, not displeased but shocked that these two hot missionaries were in fact using the missionary position on each other. Jon began nibbling on my earlobes and neck and I melted into my 19 year old brothers arms he led me to my bedroom and undressed me and then licked every inch of my body doing a great job on my cock and balls and working his way to my hole which he took extra care to slobber up and get it nice and loose. He had inherited our father’s big cock and sex drive just like me we kissed some more I tasting my ball and ass crack sweat on his tongue. He worked his way back down my body before lifting my legs onto his shoulders and positioning his cock head at the entrance to my love canal. You sure about this he asked, You want to recombine our DNA’s I nodded and he began the inward journey into my private most place I felt him bump up against my prostate before burying more cock in my ass he reached my inner ring of muscle and paused with only 2/3 of his cock in me he pressed a bit and I could feel the ring open to give him passage. He hit bottom and his scrotum banged into my ass cheeks he gyrated his hips and I could feel him piston in and out in short strokes he then started taking longer strokes and pulling almost all the way out then in again I could feel him pulse in me and I knew it wouldn’t be long I was dripping gobs of precum and he began using it to lubricate my cock he jerked me to the brink and stopped hilted his cock and asked once again if I wanted our DNA’s to combine I said ye s and he then began a hard assault on my ass and cock. We shoot almost simultaneously him feeling my gut with his juice and me spraying our chest and bellies with what I would later find out was my last Neg load. You are of the brother hood is what he whispered into my ear (To be continued – What to do with a horny missionary)

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.

So, I seem to be developing a new urge, to drink piss. Recently had a guy make me swallow his piss before I was allowed to suck him off, and I loved it. I have a very strong urge to drink piss now, to the point Ive drank mine some, and ,well, I am having to hold back and stop myself, I am wanting to drink ALL my piss, I mean ALL of it. Anyone else have these urges, or have any experience in this?

I'm a 27 year old bisexual, I got out of a long term relationship with a girl back about 10 months ago. Since then I've indulged my long standing fantasy to get fucked by men anonymously. I jerk off to gay porn (bb is always hottest) way more than straight porn and my ex-g/f's favorite sexual activity was pegging -- so I was eager to live out my fantasy and knew my ass I could accommodate the largest of dicks. For the first few months I cruised parks, somewhat successfully - I sucked 4 cocks and confirmed my addiction to hot cum, but never got fucked. Everyone seemed a little afraid to fuck me in a park (plus I was little nervous about it too). I wasn't ready quite for a bathhouse yet, but fortunately a basement sex club for gay men recently opened in my city, it's like an ABS meant for cruising, with a dark area for hooking up. It was here I finally felt a real dick slide into my ass. I showed up at about midnight on a Saturday a little drunk, a little stoned and with my ass clean, pre-lubed, and ready to be fucked. Pocket full of condoms (which I fully intended to use), lube and poppers. The whole place was very dark except the back area that had a big screen playing some hardcore gay porn. I floated around the place until I found the 'dark area' where I could hear others sucking or getting fucked ... I was already half hard even though I couldn't see a thing. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I made out the silhouettes of about 5 men standing around the walls stroking their cocks watching a young twinky looking asian guy in the middle, bent over a saw-horse getting it from both ends. The scene was so hot -- I had watched so much gay porn over the years, but standing here watching it right in front of me - I was enthralled. I took a place along the wall and pulled my cock out, tightened my cock ring a little and began to finger my ass while jerking my cock, careful not to get too hard and blow it (watching the twink in front of me, this was really ... hard ). A guy from along the wall seemed to notice I was fingering my ass. As he approached me and became clearer I could see he was a white guy (probably about 35), dark hair, cut 6 inch dick with very short trimmed pubic hair. I fell to my knees and he let out a small moan as I put his semi-hard cock into my mouth. I worked his dick, letting my tongue roll all over it as I bobbed and sucked on his now very stiff rod. My cock was drooling pre-cum and I had barely touched it. As I continued I felt another set of hands reach down behind me and pull my pants down a little and explore my shaved ass. At the same time, the guy feeding me his dick put his hands on the back of my head, pushed down and began to pump in short thrusts - I could feel his whole cock pulse with each shot of cum he unloaded directly down my throat - heavenly. I milked the last drops of cum out of his dick, he stepped back, and faded away into the darkness. As I stood up, the hand that was fingering my ass stayed behind me and made sure my pants stayed down as the rest of me stood up. "OMG" was all I could think "I am about to act out my biggest fantasy - I am standing in a room full of men with cum in my mouth, pants at my ankles with a strangers lubed finger in my ass". I pulled out my poppers and took a long hit, my head swimming now, I lost all inhibitions. I reached back to my stranger and felt that he had just wrapped his hard cock - it was big, I didn't get a good look, but it was thick and at least 6 inches. I'll never forget the feeling of the first time a hard dick probed my ass looking for my tiny little hole to fuck - my dick was on fire, and a single touch would have set it off. The stranger finally found his mark and sunk his hard cock into my hole - it hurt a little more than I thought it would, but after only 3 or 4 pumps the pain was replaced with sheer pleasure. I moaned "yes fuck me" which seemed to be the magic words, the man behind me began to buck his hips in a faster and harder rhythm for only about 20 more seconds before his grasp on my hips tightened and he pulled me balls deep onto his dick. I began to feel those fantastic tell-tale short, quick thrusts indicating he was cumming. I reached back and put my fingers around his dick - it took a moment for me to realize, the condom that was on this guys dick when we started wasn't there anymore. In that moment my lust betrayed my rational mind and I began to buck my hips in approval as his orgasm was subsiding - knowing and feeling that I had just taken a load deep in my ass it only took a few seconds of me jerking before I exploded into my cupped hand and quickly swallowed my own cum just before that post-orgasm realization set in: "Some guy just bred you. You might be infected with something now". My mind was reeling as I tried to move out of the way and get my pants up - I manged fend off other guys while I composed myself and my intoxicated brain tried to deal with what happened. My cock, like a little devil, could only take a few minutes of watching the same twink on the sea-horse take on yet another dick before it got semi-hard again. At this point I figured "I guess it's too late now. Might as well go for it" and bent over on the other sea-horse in the dark area - quickly my mouth was filled with a hard cock, I think it was an Indian dude with a short uncut cock and a big cock-head, his dick was a delight to suck because I could take the whole thing, I enjoyed waving my ass in rhythm with sucking this guy - knowing that other men where jerking off watching. I reached down and felt his balls where massive, and as if on cue they began to contract- I knew I was about to be rewarded with cum. I became a little distracted as new fingers began to probe my wet hole at the same time as my Indian guy blew a MASSIVE load in my mouth - there was so much cum, I felt at least 3 shots in my mouth - I was elated as he pulled out of my overflowing mouth and blew his last rope of cum across perfectly across my whole my face. I looked back at the man who was fingering me, who would be my 2nd real dick - he was an older guy, skin pale white, dark hair with bits of gray, about 6 foot 3 with a beer belly, and another somewhat small cock - it couldn't have been more than 5 inches and also uncut. I eagerly watched as he sunk his bare dick into my ass, his dick was smaller, more comfortable, and noticeably harder. It felt like hot fleshly iron pumping my ass as I clenched my asshole around his cock. "Oh fuck" he muttered "that's a good hole boy", which brought my dick (pressed up against the saw-horse) to full mast again. As he got into a rhythm, he began to fuck me quicker, more violently and I could see guys gathered around getting closer still jerking off. One stepped up to my mouth, another white guy, with bushy black pubes and a long, somewhat slender, stiff 6 inch cut dick. He was ready to blow already I could tell by how his dick was almost literally throbbing - I put his dick in my mouth and used to the rhythm set by the guy fucking me to suck his cock. I felt a sudden splash on the side of my head and face -- at first I thought someone had spit on me, however when I turned to see I was relieved to see it was an older guy blowing his load on me from the sidelines. This seemed to tip the guy who was fucking my mouth off and he unloaded (sadly) with only one good spurt of cum. I began pushing the cum on my face into my mouth, while still getting fucked. Since no one was stepping up to my mouth, I took another hit of poppers while getting fucked - my dick already hard was dripping cum. The man fucking me noticed my hit of poppers, leaned in and in a low raspy whisper said "Ready boy?! I'm going to coat your insides you little bitch.", I was full on slut mode, anyone could have fucked me at that moment, "Yes! please cum in me!" I begged. The man grunted as he fucked me in long hard thrusts that made loud slaps as he thrust his cum deep into my fuck hole. I blew my load at the same time jerking my cock in time with his thrusting... so proud to be such a good little fuck hole. It was hands down the best orgasm of my life, it seemed to last forever, and I swear I felt my insides get warmer as he finished cumming and began to relax still inside of me. Head spinning with a fantastic feeling, my 2nd top pulled out, backed away and I felt hot liquid ooze between my ass cheecks. I rolled off the saw-horse and backed up into a corner where I composed myself. I took a paper towel I had brought along out of my back pocket and wiped my ass out - even in that extremely dimly lit room I could see (and smell) it was all white - all cum and lube. Proudly, I put myself together and left... knowing that I had unleashed a hunger that would probably never be silenced. 95% true story. Feels good to write it all down

Nothing gives me more pleasure lately than whoring out bottom guys and attending sexpartys. Luv the feeling of a true cummy hole.... During my latest exploits I have been cleaning guys dicks after they unload and luv to felch a cummy hole. Have also been hit up by quite a few top guys who want to share bottom guys with me to tag team them. It's all fine with me as I luv to make out with top guys while they r fucking and breeding a bottom slut. It's specially hot when they r about to unload to make out with top guy and clean their dick afterwards? Anybody else enjoys doing this?

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.

There is nothing better than guys who are secure enough in their own masculinity to submit their asses as pussies and cunts to other men. I know there are some (few) bottoms here who get all bent out of shape over the pussy/cunt label but I think they doth protest too much.

I'll get there. That's the goal anyway.

I like it when a top calls my ass a cunt or pussy and treats me like a whore

A buddy who works at the baths collects used condoms, adds the contents to his lube bottle and brings it to sex parties. We've all taken hundreds of loads this way.

PROOF

Well, I have bad news and ok news. Bad news- BBC from ad has disappeared, no response, So Sad, I really only want a cock to breed me- plain and simple. OK news- I found another BBC on Grindr. So, he is this black guy from the next town and not very attractive but a 9 in HOT COCK! So, me hungry for cock and especially craving big black cock (which I thought I would never say, so cliche.) So, we messaged on Grindr. His 9 in cock my hungry white hole. He wanted to just get sucked and then fuck. I asked him if he had lube and stuff? (Always ask it that way to find out if they are using condoms or not). He says he only has baby oil. I say ok and head my way there. I am going commando lately these days, slide on jeans and grab hoodie and off I am to his place to get fucked hard. This guy's body is lean, cock thick and straight, just the kind to drive in all the way hard without missing. This guy is a not to attractive and angry looking guy. I cant wait. A good hard quickie. So, I arrive anticipating a large black man with this huge thick 9 in cock. Who just want s to pound my hole and breed me. FUUCK!!!! I can't wait!!! and my hole is craving it. And, he answers the door. WTF, he must be 5'9 at most. And, remember, I am 6'2. I walk in he tells me "stand there", pointing to the couch. He lays down a blanket and then a towel. While he is doing that, I strip. He didn't say anything and yet I felt I was there just to be a warm hole and I better get ready. After taking off my hoodie over my head, I turn and he is pulling his basketball shorts down, while wearing a white t-shirt. I sit on the couch. He steps out of his shorts and I am still staring and this huge cock slowly getting thicker. I dive onto my knees so I can reach it faster and try and take it deep while still slightly soft. This cock was just starting to grow and had a large foreskin so I knew it had room to stretch. I slide this just growing cock deep in my mouth taking it as far back as possible and I can taste the bitterness of his churned-up precum, neg or poz? We haven't discussed it. I can smell his sweat because my nose is pinned against his groin in his black bush. His cock grows while still just touching the back of my throat. it is going to slowly grow just past that point making my throat give way to its juices. I don't gag, it is like my throat is slowly getting used to it so no need to gag. Then he starts rocking, I can't breath, it's cutting off all air and I am not gagging. He pulls out real quick. I gasp trying to catch my breath and he pushes me around and shoves me to the couch and moves me up on all fours. I am still trying to breath. Finally I catch my breath and I feel this dripping of baby oil on my crack slowly into my hole where his thumb is massaging.

Gah! I'm glad someone brought this up. Xhamster has a ton of these straight creampie gangbang movies of varying degrees of quality and I love them. The best ones are amateur/semi-amateur and include all types of men. Older men, young guys, all shapes and sizes, colors, and endowments. I love seeing them cum all over and inside the women and then the next man mounting her. If I could just tune out the chicks moaning and screaming in fake orgasm or "pleasure" or whatever the fuck you call it that would be great. Its nearly as annoying as all those twink movies where the "(inhale) hiss...(exhale) haaaaahhh" incessantly.

iv yet to take any really big ones that bottom out but for sure im experiencing the "pussy effect" with the shape change and loving it and lots of guys are loving it too loading me up with their hot spunk iv yet to be so loose i leak but its on its way im sure

I would assume NHS makes their decisions on what drugs to use, in trials done all over, and not just in the UK. There must be lots of drugs which would be impossible to assert efficacy by the UK alone. Thus this argument that NHS needs to 'run their own numbers' to justify cost it's a bit iffy. There have been so many PrEP trials so far that efficacy is beyond any reasonable doubt. I'm surpirsed Truvada already only costs $510 in the UK. My script in USA runs at about $1450/month... from which I pay nothing. I'd think the UK could bring the generic price down a lot in a couple of years! And this is why I think the NHS is just dancing around nothing. They could just pay the brand pricing for a couple of years, avoid lots of people getting HIV, and get into a cost effective situation later. Like what France is doing. And to your last line, yes! PrEP has completely obliberated the HIV+/HIV- divide in the USA. No one cares anymore, because it doesn't matter anymore. Between TASP and PrEP, it's a new world. Myself - I started not thinking about it a couple of years back. But it was a process for me to get to that point. I imagine it will be the same for lots of other people.

We've got a Spanish language student staying with us. 21, cute, tanned and dark. When he arrived I told him I was a cum dump and not to waste any cum during his stay (in my best Spanish). Not quite sure he got the full gist of what I meant as about an hour later he came downstairs with his fist clenched, opened it up to me to reveal a big dollop of cum in his hand. I ate it all up. Lush. Now got to work out how to get his nut inside of me direct from the tap!!

I couldn't agree more more! Fuck that was hoT!

From my point of view it is not necessary to accept money for sex, even if that is a definition, lungfucker. But I let any guy fuck me, who wants. I take any load in parks, darkrooms, restrooms. A few weeks ago I offered my holes in a sling in a bar. It was not dark there. Everybody could see my hole in need, finger it, fuck it, fill it. And everybody could watch me getting used. That makes me a whore. And I am not ashamed. I am a proud whore. It is my way of life.

As I pick myself up off the cold tile floor and start collecting my clothing strewn about and get dressed and make my way to the elevator; the janitor is sitting on a chair at the end of the hall with a disgusted face and then smiles as the door opens and I get on. The ride home is a blur; all I can think about is how I got myself into a situation that went from fantasy to reality in hours. I look like hell, my jaw hurts, cum dried on my face, my ass hurts and leaking cum or blood or both. The biggest part was I was fucked raw by a bunch of poz black guys and was on my way home to a wife. When I get home, my wife asks if I am ok, that I look under the weather, I just agree that I was not feeling well and was going to bed. I never took a shower or washed my face, as she laid next to me, all I could do is think of how I was going to explain this or get out of next week’s meeting. The next day at work, I surfed the wed for signs and symptoms of HIV and kept reliving the prior night of smoking their drugs and going from a rape to me begging to be their bitch. The week passed rather quick and I was heading back to the support group after calling and telling my wife I would be late again. As I got off the elevator and approached the office area, my counselor was at the counter and greeted me with a rather friendly approach, asking if I got a lot out of last week’s session? I was shaking so bad heading for the room, hoping none of my rapist would show, but no such luck. As I walked in the room they were all seated toward the back and the only open seat it seems was between two of them. Everyone in the room had what seemed a death stare at me as I walked to my seat around the big table and sat down. The leader of the group leaned over and asked me how my faggot white ass was feeling? I didn’t say anything, then I felt his hand reach over and grab my crotch and squeeze to the point tears where forming and asked me again how my faggot white ass was doing? I said I was ok and please let go. The leader just smirked as he released me stating that he owned me and will do what he wants! During the meeting the leader passed me a note telling me to write my number down, I did as I was told; and a few min later my phone went off, on looking at the message, it was from the leader with pictures of me in the bathroom from last week. At the break, everyone left but the leader and me, I was told to stay where I was. After everyone left the leader told me to stand up and pull my pants down and bend over the table, and he had better not have to tell me twice. Without thinking, or just plain scared, I dropped my pants and bent over. I was then told to spread my ass cheeks, as I had them spread I heard the leader pull something from his pocket and felt the tip of something go in my ass and a liquid squeezed into my ass. Damn I started to protect that it burned and what the hell was that he just put in my ass. The leader just smacked my ass HARD and told me he owned that ass and would and could and will put anything he wants up my faggot white cunt and all I will do is say thank you sir! The group started returning to the room as I finished pulling up my pants and sat down, with those coming in looking at me oddly. The counselor came in with a stack of papers stating that they were questioners for free insurance by the state for HIV men, he finished passing them out and stated that when we had finished we could leave them at the counter because he had to leave and the janitor said he would be happy to lock up for him. I was so glad that the counselor had left when he did, because I began to feel really fucking strange, like I was the prey and was about to be eaten by all these black poz men. As I tried to fill out my form and the leader asked me how I was feeling; I told him that I felt like I was on a cloud floating and felt great. He then took my form and said he would write my answers down for me since I seemed out of sorts, not knowing he was coping my emergency contact name and number down which was my wife’s. one of the leaders guys then went over to the door and told those who didn’t want to watch or participate to leave. I don’t really remember who if any did leave. The leaders buddy then turned some of the lights out, but enough were on that everyone could see. Then leader then told me to stand up and strip, I knew at this point it was use less to argue and with the way I was feeling, didn’t really care if they all saw me naked. I was naked and standing in r, room of hiv positive black men who wanted to use my body for their sexual pleasure and at this point I wanted them too. One of the leaders buddies now had his pants down and pulling on his engorged cock asking me if I saw anything I wanted, I was on my knees licking and sucking on his cock like my life depended on it, I was in love with cock, black cock, feeling the texture, the tasted of his pre cum on my tongue and hearing him calling me a good cock sucking faggot white boy, which was turning me on even more hearing him tell me what I now know was true. I was a faggot, a cocksucking faggot who loved cock in my mouth, being used for a cum dump. The cock was pulled from my mouth and I was directed to another guy seated on the table naked and waving his cock at me, I bent over and devoured it, licking the shaft, running my tongue around the head, hearing directions of how to lick his balls and lift his balls to lick the underneath between his balls and ass. The leader then said I was doing a great job and learning my place as a faggot bitch to serve black men and other dominate men who needed a fag to use. I then felt what I had been waiting for, a cock was at my ass, or as they called it my faggot pussy. The first guy I was sucking asked if I wanted his cock in my faggot pussy, and I took my mouth off the other guys cock long enough to say YES PLEASE, FUCK ME with that black monster. He slid that cock in my ass and I was in heaven as I went back to servicing the cock on the table. The guy fucking my ass kept telling me that I was a tight faggot cunt and that before the night was over, a truck would be able to drive up my ass. The leader then leaned down and asked if I wanted their cum in my mouth and pussy, I looked at the leader who had his phone out recording what I was doing and just said yes, I want all the cum I can get! The leader then asked, you know we are all poz and by the end of the evening I would probably be poz too, and asked if I wanted that? I was so drugged up at that point and just said YES, give me you poz cum, make me poz I don’t care, just don’t stop fucking my holes with those cocks. The leader then asked if I would go home and fuck my wife with by faggot poz cock and knock her up or tell her you were a faggot for cock and leave her for men who would make him a bitch for cock and cum? I stopped sucking long enough to tell him I would do whatever it takes to keep getting black cock in my holes and feel their seed flooding my holes. The guy in my ass was now fucking me with determination and bellowed he was cumming and slammed ball deep and held himself there as he flooded my insides with his toxic load, and I was loving it. The guy I was sucking didn’t last much longer, telling me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue , I did as he asked and saw wave after wave of cum shooting in my mouth and on my tongue, the leader said for me not to swallow it yet. I was told to close my mouth and swish the cum around my mouth and then open it and show the camera, and I did, I was then told to swallow it and show the camera that it was all gone. I did with the devilish grin and licked my lips to prove I wanted it and more. The leader then told me to get on the my knees and to get ready to be one of them…….

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.

I just want to say for anyone reading this, that I know this is a sub-forum for stories, mostly fictional, but I figured this was a good place for putting my journey into PnP up. I was, and still consider myself, a newbie at pnp, even at being a bottom, being gay. I'm bisexual, I've been married twice, I've only dated women. Though sexually, I have had way more male partners, if I counted untold numbers of blowjobs and fucking I did once I discovered I was bisexual. I've never had the inclination to date a man before, but the more I've journeyed into pnp, the more I've come to enjoy that side of myself. I have a loving girlfriend, and we're polyamorous, which allows me to date other people if I wanted to. Plus she understands, short of getting a strap-on, there's not much she can offer me that a guy can. (And for the record, I wouldn't let her peg me. Its a mental/emotional thing for me to give dominance to a female, vs a male, if you can understand that dynamic). She has some clue that I have done drugs in the past with guys. Not which drugs, though I usually tell her its pot, since her family are a bunch of potheads. And she has no idea that I bareback with guys, that I've been bred, and that most of these guys have been poz. I have been lucky in that I've never been sick, at all since I started pnping. I haven't been tested, mostly because I don't have a job atm and we're tight on money, and well I don't quite want to worry her if I ask to spend money on a home-test. We also barely have sex. Mostly a fear of mine not knowing if I have anything, and mostly because while I am mentally and emotionally attracted to her, I am not all that physically attracted to her. She's not exactly my ideal body-weight and shape, and there honestly is nothing she can do to change it, since most of her issues are genetics and hormonal issues. Anyways, the point of this break in my story, is that I'd like to hear people's tales on their own journey of discovery. This is mine, and its far from over. I still have a few more sessions that happened this year. I know I may not have the great exciting moments like a lot of stories, but to me, these have been fun and entertaining. Yeah I had a few scary moments, and they still haunt me to this day, but it's life. You learn from it. I wish there was more dating from this site. God do I want to find a boyfriend in Atlanta. As much I enjoyed my connection with X, he's not really into sharing me and I don't think he could handle me living with my girlfriend and seeing him on the side, even if she were okay with it. And I like multiple guys, I am not a monogamous lover at all. Very rare. I like variety. But yes, dating. I would love to date a guy. So much. I want to fall in love with a guy, I want to please a guy, and I would like to learn with a guy. I would love to be able to bottom without much aid of pnp, cause trust me, I've tried. Maybe its the nervousness of a stranger, no connection other than a mutual want of pleasure and getting off, but yeah, its hard and annoying. Pnp has atleast allowed me to connect further with my gay-side, and part of me now wants to experience loving a man. Being his. Being a bottom for a wonderful guy, where I can come over and get him off in so many ways. To learn from him, to enjoy him. And yeah, if this guy exists and if this guy pnps, well hey awesome indeed. But until then, my journey continues....

X marks the spot…. A month later, my roommates and I moved into a new house with a friend of ours. I finally had my own room. I was very happy to have the privacy. I celebrated by buying some poppers one night. I took a shower, cleaned myself out, and went to have a little date with myself. I put on some good popperbate videos, and started to huff out. It was a good little wank session. About 20 or 30 minutes into it, I remembered that I had some shards that I got from Bobby. So I pulled out the bottle I had them in, got a few bits of shard on my wettened finger, and then gave myself a small booty bump. Within 10 minutes, I was flying a bit. Not a dramatic roll or anything, but enough to be piggy and happy. Between the bump and poppers, I was having a fantastic date with myself. I was saying all sorts of fucked up things to myself, going over some of my adventures in my head, some of my deep dirty thoughts. All while pumping a butt plug in and out of my ass. All it made me want is cock, cock, cock. I got my wish about a month later. I had been chatting with a guy online, and things were looking pretty good. He lived near where my female roommate worked, and since I was taking her to work (along with another new roommate), I could setup a session. We planned it out one morning. His name was X (or atleast as far as I will tell you). A black man in his 30s, with a nice thick 8” cut cock curving to the top. He was all top. He liked white guys. He loved bottoms. He loved to get them high and fuck them nice and good. Definitely my kind of guy. I met him near his house, as he needed to pick up supplies first, along with some drinks and some herbal enhancements. He was attractive and friendly, and he liked what he saw in me. So I followed him back to his place. He lived alone in a single room apartment. We got in and started to talk a bit. He asked a few of my experiences, my tastes, things of that nature. While doing this, he pulled out his supplies. He had weed and tina, and a fresh bottle of poppers for me. We started to hit the pipe a bit, and I went down on him. His cock was delicious, with a nice stream of pre-cum. As I started to get a bit horny, I told him that I hadn’t had a chance to get cleaned up, so he let me cleaned up. It took a bit longer than usual to clean up, and apologized over txt to him, especially since I was eager to get seriously fucked by this cock of his. Once I was done, I hit the pipe some more, along with some weed. God did it feel good! He made love to me. Sensual kisses, licking my neck, my nipples. He teased my cock, which normally I get t-dick, but with his enhancers, it was still a little hard. He gave me a nice blowjob, before rimming me. The weed was making me roll nicely, the tina horny, the rimming just driving me mad. He saw this and ask if I was ready for his cock. I begged him. He had me on my back on his couch, as he lubed me up, fingering me in ways I hadn’t before, just hitting some bits of my prostate I guess. He lined up his cock and pressed in a bit. He saw I had a slight discomfort and handed me the poppers. I took 2 bit hits, let it roll, and pulled him in for a kiss, as he pushed into me all the way. He was slow and methodical. Like a really good lover. He pulled back a bit, lifted my legs to his shoulders and really took charge. I played with his nipples, stroked his face, and told him how wonderful this was. He smiled and said this is just the beginning. He started to go faster, his cock just throbbing inside me. He stroked my cock, which was rock hard. It was amazing. His pounding picked up and he just lit into me. God…oh that cock. Just hitting all the good spots. It was so damn good. I start to cramp after a while, so I suggested doggy. He pulled out, and moved the coffee table. I slide off the couch, lean over it, spread my legs a little, and grab my ass. X takes hold of my hips, as his cock slides back home. He starts to really fuck me at this point, and I am just babbling from how good it feels. This goes on for a good 20-30 minutes. With deep pounding, light pounding, slapping of my ass, pulling my hair, even kissing my neck and back. He was very good at making me feel so fucking good. My alarm ended up going off, letting me know that I needed to get home, to take my other roommate to work. I tell X that I can come back, we just have to drop off my roommate’s car to her, if he’s willing to drive me home. He agrees, cause he really wants to keep fucking me. So I get cleaned up a bit, get dressed, and head home. My roommate has no clue about what is going, as this new one wasn’t quite familiar with my past as the other ones were. I dropped her off at work, and headed back to X’s. While on the way I told the roommate who owned the car what was up, that I basically had a date, and we were gonna drop off her car, and he’ll drop me off later. She agrees, since she wants me be happy. X meets me out front of his apartment and we drive over, dropping off the car. On the way back, we hit a couple of places, picking up some more lube, some more pills, and some drinks. We chat a bit, both excited for the next encounter. We get back to his house, and I freshen up a bit. Since I have a lot of time, I’m more than willing to really get high and let him have his way with me. We both take the pills, put on some porn, and just sit stroking each other. He tells me that he really loves how I look, how I act around him, and that he had a good feeling about meeting me. I tell him the same thing, and go into a bit about never having a boyfriend, been trying to find one, and that one day it might be nice. Not much is said after that on the subject, but I think it was been on our minds a few times. He pulls out his glass pipe, loads it, and has me hit it big. I do several large hit, even shotgunning with him a few time. He then loads up his weed pipe. I take some pretty deep hits, and it really starts to hit. I’m very relaxed, very horny, and man do I want X’s cock. He sees the look in my eye. I tell him I am his for the next few hours, so have his way with me. He smiles, and says that’s his intent. Next to his couch is a futon, which he presses down into the bed form. He tells me to get on the bed, on my back, with my head hanging over the side. I do as he tells me. He brushes his cock against my lips, ordering me to lick and suck on it, all while I play with myself. My tongue brushes the underside, swirls around the tip, and I eagerly suck at his, tasting his yummy pre-cum. He pushes his cock in a bit, just barely sliding in. He asks if I want to hit some poppers, and I nod yes. I lean and take a few hits, and resume the position. He starts to slide his cock in, and I relax, just letting him. Pretty soon, I’m deepthroating him, which is no easy feat. But his coaching and the way we’re connecting makes it easy. Pretty soon, he’s nice and very hard, everything hitting him as well. He has me turn around, and pulls me to the edge. He rims my ass, licking my cock, and sucking me for a bit. All while lubing his cock with his other hand. I’m playing with my nipples hard, just rolling between the weed, poppers, and tina. He pulls off rimming me, slides his lube up hand along my crack and tease my whole. “Beg me, beg me for my cock Keith”, he orders. “Baby, please fuck me. Give me that big cock. I want that cock inside me. I want to feel you again. I want you to fuck me, any way you want, as hard as you want, as long as you want. X, baby baby, I want your cock. Please, please give me your cock.” I wanton at this point. And he eagerly complies. He presses his head against my hole and pops in nicely. He slow, letting me adjust as I take a couple of hits of poppers. My head swirls in ecstasy, as he starts to fuck me. He orders me to hold my legs back and apart, as he starts to really pound at me. I’m moaning, I’m begging, I’m just in awe of how good this feels. This is how it went. He fucked me like that for a while, then had me up on the bed, with a triangle pillow under me so my head is down, my ass is up. He pounds me hard in this position, and I’m just lost in pleasure. He fucks me on my side, kissing my neck, playing with my nipples, all slow and lover-like. He even has me ride him. And amazingly, he was able to breed me, which made me a very happy bottom. Toward the evening, I start to just black out. I think between the weed, the tina, not a lot of sleep, poppers, and not a lot of food, I’m just out of it. After resting for a bit, with some fruit and drinks applied to me, I’m able to get cleaned up and more alert. He takes me home, which I honestly don’t know how we managed to get there, since it was almost an hour away, but we did. I came home in time to pick my new roommate back up from work. After we got home, I immediately passed out in my bed. Recovery was a bit worse for wear, especially since I had driving to do the next day, but I managed to make it work. Neither girl was suspicious, including the one that knew of the dangers I had been in. All in all, my time with X was great. We txted a few times, but weren’t able to get back together due to holidays. My life started to change a bit soon after. The girl who own the car I drove wounded up becoming my girlfriend. We were exs in the past, and in that part of my life, things were good between us, a decent love and respect. So it just kinda happened. Other things happened, and it would be nearly 4 months till I would play again….

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...........

Bobby I had been talking to a guy named Bobby on a bareback website for a while, a month or so after I started this journey into pvp. We just never could get together due to real life stuff. Bobby was an older gay man who himself hadn’t been pnping long, and we enjoyed talking about our experiences. He was very vers, very average but very loving. So a few weeks after my black daddy, we had the chance to finally meet up. He was staying at a friend’s house about an hour away. I drove over there, and somehow I managed to beat him there, as he was out getting supplies. His friend was a bit weirded out that I showed up but talked to Bobby on the phone to confirm I was coming over. He brought his own supplies and let me hit the pipe a bit. I was feeling all nice and tingly by the time Bobby showed up about 20 or so minutes after I got there. We kissed and hugged and talked a bit, while we smoked a bit more. I asked to shower, and was able to clean up a bit. We moved to the friend’s bedroom and started to watch porn. Bobby and I made out, then played with each other. His friend was a bit out of it and mostly just egged us on. The porn was getting good, I was getting horny, and asked for a few more hits. They gladly offered it. I hit the pipe pretty hard, and let it sit for a bit. After a while, I was flying, very nice and horny. I 69’d with Bobby, with some popper hits in between. I got him nice and hard, and then begged him to fuck me as my mind was just in horny bottom land. He got some lube, lubed me up, and easily slid in. He fucked me for a bit, doggy style over the edge of the bed. I dared him to breed me, and I think he did, as he made the motions and sound as one would make cumming. I even felt a little bit of cum inside me afterwards. I was a bit pleased. We ended up talking a bit more, I cleaned out, and then I said goodbye for the night. I had no issues recovering, and even tried to see him again the next day, but sadly playing just wasn’t in the picture. A few weeks later, Bobby was able to get back into his own house, due to personal stuff he had going on. He invited me over for a weekend, to spend with him and his roommate, who was almost his boyfriend at this point (eventually they would end up getting married, but that was a disaster). His roommate/boyfriend was a younger guy, around my age, with a nice 8” thick cut cock. We’ll call him P for this, as I don’t want to give out his name really (Bobby doesn’t mind me telling his name). So I got to their house late in the afternoon. We started to talk a bit in their living/play room. P was nice, and we mostly just watched some basic tv stuff, getting to know one another. We even ordered some takeout, while P went out to get supplies. When he got back, we decided it was time to play. I went and got cleaned out, and then joined them downstairs in the play room. We put in some bareback porn, hit the pipe, and even did some G. I was really horny, and me and Bobby started to make out and going down on each other. P excused himself to get himself ready for stuff. Bobby and I played a bit more, 69’ing, rimming. Occasionally stopping to hit the pipe some. He suggested we move it to the bedroom. So we went upstairs to his bedroom and played some more. Now we had talked about slamming before, and that he and P did it occasionally. I told him that I had done it once, enjoyed it, and would really like to try again, especially with P’s big cock in me. So he went and talked to P while I played with myself on the bed with poppers and a dildo. He came back a few minutes later and said P was done for it. So we went into P’s bedroom. He started to ask me questions about it, various things, and then said that he was gonna give me a .1, since the last one was a bit strong to me. He put the band on my arm, showed me the rig, explained it all, and then did his work. He hit the right vein, drew it back, then told me get ready. He pushed in, looked at me as I started to semi-feel the rush. He popped the band off, and then came the cough and the rush. Oh my god, was it amazing. Not as strong as the first, but definitely great. Bobby sat with me as I felt wonderful. I started to babble all sorts of strong sexual raunchy stuff, and P just smiled. Bobby led me back into his bedroom while P took to admining one himself. I was on my knees sucking Bobby’s cock while he worked on a rig for himself. He smiled as he went flying. We started to seriously make out, my ass just begging for cock. P came in, smiled, with the biggest cock I had ever seen (or atleast in my mind). I immediately try to go down on him, but fuck, way too thick. After getting some growls of my terrible blowjob, P ordered me on the bed. I was all too happy. I slapped on some of their lube, which was a strong gel. I pushed nearly 4 fingers in, and was in ecstasy. P pulled me back down and had me bent over the bed, since we were near heights. He lined up and teased me, and told me to get ready. I hit my poppers several times and begged for it. He slid in. WOW! Just wow! He slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, further. I took another hit and just laid there, watching Bobby jack his cock and egging us on. P then up the paced and really fucked me. Just hard. And I’m just moaning and moaning, calling myself a whore, asking them to breed me. Bobby ends up pulling my head to his dick and I’m getting spit roasted between them. After about 15 or so minutes, P grunts and unloads in me. Just unbelievable pleasure! He pulls out, and well apparently it was not a good site. I was quite embarrassed. He runs off to clean himself off, and Bobby works on me. I get in his shower and clean off and I’m a bit horrified. Blah. It had been so good, but fuck did he go way deep. Anyways, Bobby and I just cuddled in bed, talking, enjoy the comedown. It was nice. P stays in his room mostly after this. The next day, we all just chill and relax. Ordered some pizza, watched movies mostly. Bobby and I ended up playing around, with I almost hit a popper-hole. At some point, I was so completely out of it that Bobby thought I had passed out. Eventually we just decide to sleep. The next day I end up going home. I had a good time, and it was totally worth it. The return to the Black Daddy and a sex club… I had stayed away from the Black Daddy mostly because of the weird feeling I had when I was with him which might have been some ketamine. He emailed me a couple of weeks after our first encounter, scolding me a bit. I kinda brushed it off, explaining I was a bit weirded out. He said okay and to either keep in touch or stay away. I ended up staying away due to real life stuff. My roommates and I were looking for a new place. I also had been lurking on the deepweb, finding things I shouldn’t have. One thing I did find was credit card stuff. I, being stupid, thought this was an easy way for us to get a lot of money with a little bit of our own money. It ended up being a scam and we were out nearly $200. Feeling bad for myself, I started cruising. He popped up on one of the hookup sites, and invited me over. I told him that I wanted to be punished, that I wanted to be nothing but a toy. He said he could do that. I drove over to his house. He orderd me from the car to remove my clothing and walk his lot naked. I did this without question. A bit scary, but still. Once inside, he instructed me to fold my clothes, jump in the shower, and clean up. He gave me everything, ordered every action. Once I was done, he ordered me to put on the small gstring he had given me, which I did. He was doing this all without me seeing him, mostly him just yelling from his bedroom. He ordered me to come in, face the wall, hands up, and spread my legs. I did as ordered. He had me flex my ass, spread my cheeks, even hump at the wall. He then ordered me to turn around. “Will you do as I command, slave?” “Yes sir, as you command, sir.” “Good, take off my boots and socks.” He was sitting on the edge of his bed again. I did as ordered. He was holding his bong and was smoking a bit, blowing smoke at me. “Very good slave. Now explain what you did.” I explained. He laughed a bit about me fucking up. But then said that it was good for him because he got to play with his “sissy faggot hole” again. He ordered me to take hits. Slow hits. Hold the hit. Hit again, slowly. He had me spun and horny in no time. He ordered me to take off his pants, leaving his underwear on. He then had me get on my knees infront of him. He started to teabag me with his bulge in his underwear. He blew smoke at me as he did this, calling me all sorts of degrading names. “I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. I’m gonna take you out.” I was a bit surprised at this. “If that is what you please sir.” “Damn right it pleases me. You want to get fucked, and I’m gonna make you get fucked. Now get on the bed, all fours, like the sissy faggot whore you are.” I did as ordered. He got behind me and started to lube my hole up. He inserted in a dildo and fucked me with it for a few minutes. He ordered me not to moan, which was hard. I had to bite my lip to not. “I’m gonna put in these gel packs you see.” He showed me these small little blue pills. He went on to explain that they’re like time-release caps in some medicines. He had put some tina in it and he was gonna insert a few in me. In about 20-30 minutes, they will probably melt plus the tina will start to hit. He then ordered me to get dressed. We drove to a sex club a few minutes away. I have never been a sex club before, so this was new and scary. He paid the entrance fee, bought me a fresh bottle of poppers (that turned out to be shit), and we walked around. He led me through several places, including a very poorly lit back area. He eventually led me to a common area that had a couch. He took me in his hands and could see that I was starting to feel the booty bump coming on. “I’m gonna be right here waiting for you. There’s a booth over there. Get in it, strip down to the undies, and wait for guys to come to you or you can invite them in if you want them.” I went into the booth as instructed, as the bootybump began to affect me. The booth had gloryholes and within a few minutes, I was sucking some random cocks. I was horny as all get out. I tried to wave guys to my room, including a very attractive black guy, but to no avail. In my haze, somehow I think I got a latino guy with an uncut cock to come in. I pulled down his pants, started to suck his cock and then started to black out a bit. I barely remember it. When I was lucid, I know that I bent over a chair that was in the booth, holding my ass cheeks apart. I think the guy tried to fuck me, but again, memory was not on. Eventually the Black Daddy came and got me and dragged me out of the club. By this point I had slightly sobered up, and was trying to assess the situation. “I’m a bit disappointed in you. You wanted to get fucked, you had a couple of black guys just walk past your room and you couldn’t get them in there with you. I know you said you love black cock and I wanted to see you get fucked. You really are a sorry piece of sissy faggot shit. I’m gonna drive you back to your car now. Don’t say another word.” He was not happy, nor was I. We got back to his place, and he told me to just get in my car and go home. If I couldn’t do what he asked, then I was of no use to him. He left me just standing in his parking lot, a bit shocked at what had happened. I ended up getting in my car and driving to a nearby gas station. I bought myself some water and crackers and sat in my car for a good hour trying to get more sober to drive. I knew it was bad. Eventually I drove home, and was really bummed out about it. I ended up txting him the next day apologizing and saying that if he wanted me to have fucked those guys, he easily could have asked them. I was in no condition to talk and explained the blackouts and the like. He didn’t care and told me to never contact him again. And that was that. My worst time…. A few weeks later, my roomies and I had found a house and we’re really excited about it. I hadn’t had any problems recovering from my weird night so no one really knew anything was up with me. Life was okay. One night, I decided I wanted to play again. I was on a hookup site when this couple hit me up. Older guys, the top with an average cock, a vers with a nice 7-8” cock, but definitely into pnp. They loved my profile and wanted to get me flying and sleazy. So I headed over there. The top was named Mike and he welcomed me when I finally arrived, after missing a turn to their complex. He explained that he and his boyfriend lived with their ex, as they used to be a 3-person group. But they weren’t all together anymore and he sometimes hates company. But they really wanted to play with me. His partner, let’s call him Bill cause I honestly can’t remember his name, was in their ‘play office’ just watching porn and being very tweaked out. Mike and I started talking a bit and found out that we had a mutual friend in Bobby, along with a black guy named Jay that I had been talking to for the past few months (not the Black Daddy). Mike offered me his bong and let me take some hits. His stuff was STRONG. Within a few hits, I was spun. Not flying. Spun. Mike and I had started to talk about some raunchy stuff, my experiences, stuff like that. He asked about slamming and I told him about me, Bobby, and P, as well as my first time. I told him that I wouldn’t mind it, but I can’t admin to save my life. So he said he would get some rigs together, and for me to go and clean out. I did, all while trying not to have an orgasm in the shower, as everything in me was electric. I came back to the office, and Mike had finished up the rigs. Bill was nice and hard, so I started to go down on him, horny as I was. Mike pulled me off, saying that Bill was so tweaked and that it doesn’t do anything for him. He just wants ass. Mike himself can’t fuck, as he has a hernia. But he loves to slam, watch Bill fuck guys, and enjoy raunchy stuff. So I’m squatting infront of Mike, as he starts to admin me. He does it in my hand, unlike the other 2 times I’ve slammed. I can feel it hitting even before the band is off. But this time, my cough is rough and everything is just amplified. As I try to figure out what is going on, I ask Mike what he gave me. “.4. You looked like you might need a bit stronger, for your size.” I’m a bit worried at this point, as my heart is racing, I can hear. I can hear everything. And my stomach does not agree. I end up making a mess, which was horrible. And as I stand up to go to the bathroom, I nearly stumble into a table of theirs. Mike immediately sees this is a major problem and helps me to the bathroom. He gets in the shower with me and washes me off, apologizing the whole time. I eventually can stand up without help and I finish cleaning up as he goes to clean my mess up. I finish in a few minutes and try to make it back to him. Nope. I stumble to the floor, and just curl up next to the toilet. I want to throw up, but I can’t seem to do it. Mike checks up on me, and sees me curled up. He asks if I’m okay still, apologizing the entire time. I’m apologizing as well. He brings me some water and a cold rag, putting it on my head. I’m completely flush at this point. As I lay there, I start seeing the light flicker. I’m shivering, I’m shaking. My mind is racing and I’m worried I’m gonna die. I have my phone with me and I put up a facebook post saying I love you to all my family. Hoping to dear god that this is not how I end up. Mike keeps checking up on me. He keeps making sure I’m drinking water at this point. About an hour later, the nausea is gone and I’m feeling better. I meet up with Mike, and we just chill. I apologize again for making a mess and getting sick. He said it was his mistake for not listening to my story and giving me a .1 like I had been previously given. He feels worse. I figured it would probably have been fine had I not smoked his stuff before hand, as I was already feeling spun at that point. By now, its like 3-4am (I got over there about 12am). He says that I should probably head home, but I tell him that I’ll be okay. I feel better, still perky and horny. So I head out. I even text him if he knows about any clubs that might still be open, as some close early. I pretty much sit in a gas station, drinking water and cruising online, as I’m horny as fuck. I can’t really go home like this, and I was borrowing one of my roommate’s car. I ended up txting her telling her that the date I was on (which she knew about) was good and that I ended up drinking and really shouldn’t be driving. Since her bf lives with us, he could take her to work and I would come and pick her up, since I was on that side of town. So I ended up seeing Bobby online and he invited me over. He had to go to work at 6, so we ended up cuddling some. Cuddling became making out and sucking each other in a 69. P was causing him some problems and didn’t want to play with us. So eventually it came time for Bobby to go to work. As he’s getting ready, I notice he’s got some loose tina on his bed stand. I ask him if I can take some of the shards, for playing later. He lets me take a little bit in a plastic bottle I had. As I’m leaving, I get a msg from Jay. He invites me over. From worst to best… Jay doesn’t live that far away, so I easily make it over there in a few minutes. He greets me at his door nearly naked. He’s a very attractive black man, with a little bit of a stubbly face. He invites me in. We start to talk a bit, me filling him in on my night so far. He lets me go clean up some more in his bathroom. After I get out, he brings me into his spare bedroom. Its got a nice king-sized raised bed, he’s got porn playing on a monitor, with pipe out. He offers me some G, while he loads the pipe up. I’m game, so I take the G, and take a few hits. We start to makeout, and I realize that god damn this dude is hot, this dude wants me, and I’m about to have some major fun. He gets up on the bed and I start to suck his cock. Its about 7” and thick with a little curve to it. I hit some of my poppers and go to town. The G is kicking in and I’m just horny. We talk about some raunchy stuff, even me wearing stockings. He says that is hot and he’d love to see it. So I go to bag, pull out the stockings, and put them on. I strut over to him, as he’s now sitting over the edge of the bed. His cock is hard, he’s tweaking his nipples, and I’m just in heaven. I get on my knees and whorishly start to lick and suck on his cock. I’m telling all sorts of stories and thoughts, and he’s just eating it up. Finally after a few minutes, I get up and lay on the bed. I look at him all sultry like and ask ‘How do you want to fuck me?” He just smiles, as he moves me to the edge of the bed, with me on my back. He starts to rim me, and I’m just loving it, holding my stocking-covered legs. He relents, as he grabs some jelly next to us. He slathers me up, fingering me a bit. He then covers his dick a bit. He puts the head next to my hole and smiles. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and good.” I take a few hits of poppers and tell him to bring it. I’m his whore, take me. He pushes in easily, and I’m moaning. He starts slow, with me tweaking his nipples, him mine. He picks up pace, pushing my legs nearly to my shoulders. I can actually see his raw cock sliding in and out of me. He presses on, picking up speed. We’re both moaning and talking raunchy. I’m horny as fuck and all I want is this black god’s cock in me. I tell him I want him to fuck me harder in doggy. So he pulls out, and I slip off the bed and lay over the edge. He’s back in and just goes to town. He pulls my hair (which is short) and tells me I’m a good whore. He loves fucking my pussy. He wants to cum in me. I tell him do it, breed me, make me his. He pounds harder and harder. I’m moaning and just lost in pleasure, with hits of poppers in between. This goes on, I swear, for like an hour. Like the sun was beginning to rise when I got there and by the time we finished, it was bright out. He eventually cums in me, and I’m just in awe. We get cleaned up and I tell him that I have to go and pick up my roommate at 11. He asks if maybe we could continue this, and I’m like ‘fuck yeah!’. So I message her and let her know that I’m dropping off the car and the keys, and then hanging out with my date some more. He’ll eventually take me home. She’s fine with that and I’m glad I’m having fun. So we get dressed and switch the car over. On the way back we hit a couple of places, get some food, even pick up some Max Impact. We get back to his house about 1ish, and just watching some tv. After a few episodes of some comedy thing, he asks if I’d like to continue. I’m still horny and tweaked at this point, so I’m like ‘yeah, let’s do this.’ We got back upstairs and we hit the pipe. More G taken. I start sucking his cock while he’s smoking. I tell him I want him to fuck my face. I lay on the bed, head over the side, and he just slides his dick in, no issue. He’s tweaking his nipples, then mine, telling me I’m a good damn good lay. I just smile and tell him the same, that I haven’t had this much fun in a while. I just want him to fuck me and use me and let’s have some fun, maybe hit up some friends later. He’s down with that. He stops face fucking me and has me lay on my side. He lubes me up and pushes in, as I take a hit of poppers. He starts to fuck me nice and good. Not fast. Just a slow rhythm, like a lover might do. I’m just loving this. I haven’t felt this good in a long time, and I know that its not just the pnping talking. Jay and I seemed to connect on a deep level with things. I roll a bit so that I’m on my stomach, and he just starts pounding me. He hits some poppers, then I do. More pounding. We’re both just sweating and enjoying it. My ass is feeling great being fucked. He stops for a bit to get some water in him, and we hit the pipe some more. I tell him about Black Daddy and the booty bump, and he says he could bump me, maybe even slam. I tell him I’m not sure about slamming but a bump would be awesome. He breaks a shard and pushes some of the pieces in my hole. I moan, as I’m just super sensitive at this point. He has me lean on the bed, wiggling my ass and rubbing up on the corner like a pole dancer. I tell him that sometimes I wish I was a girl or atleast a transsexual. Tits and a cock. That I would love to have one fuck me. The bump starts taking effect and I just motion for him to fuck me. I lean on the bed, spread my legs wide, and he just slides in home. He’s pounding away at me, and I’m just moaning. As I look for my poppers, I see the can of Max and I say maybe we should hit some. He’s like ‘oh yeah, that’s fun.’ So he stops, pulls out, and goes and gets a rag. He comes back, shakes the can, and sprays some on the rag. He has me get on the bed, on my back, and pulls me to the edge. He slides back in and starts to slowly fuck me. “You ready?” I nod, as he hands me the rag. I put it in my mouth and inhale, slowly. I start to feel the numbness and the out-of-body-ness, as he does some himself, his pounding just taking off. I just lay there and all I can think is ‘this is what I am meant do, to be. I am a fuck toy for this ebon god.” He’s smiling at me, seeing my reaction, and he just pounds harder and harder. I get back to moaning and enjoying it. Every so often I hit the rag, and just become his fuck toy. Jay is amazing. He rolls me on to my side, fucks me. Rolls me on to my hands and knees, fucks me. All without really having to pull out. We fuck for another few hours. He cums in me a couple more times. Its amazing. We clean up again, and then go down to relax. He orders some pizza and we eat that while watching comedies. We just chat about life and the like. Towards the later part of the evening, we decide to catch some sleep. He’s already warn out and I’m way past that. But its hard to sleep and I start to have those dreaded images of things in my vision. I know from all the reading I’ve done its all in my head and it takes a while to convince myself. My stomach has started hurting at this point, and its hard for me to go to the bathroom. Its gets toward morning when we wake up and we’re both still a bit horny. He woke up before me and was cruising. He says he might have a friend that can come over in a couple of hours and that maybe we could all slam together. I tell him that would be fun, especially since the guy has a nice 7-8” thick cut cock. But my stomach is not happy at this point. And I end up over cleaning myself and making myself worse. The guy comes over and I can barely manage to hit the pipe without being ill. So they end up playing while I go and lay down stairs. Hours late the guy leaves and Jay checks up on me. I also check in with my roommate, letting her know that I’m not feeling all that great and I may be home the next day. Jay takes me out to get something for my stomach, as well as some food. I can barely eat at this point, as I just can’t seem to go nor does my stomach want me eat. I end up sleeping on his couch, feeling like utter shit. Jay feels bad at this point, but I tell him that I have had a great time, I just probably partied too hard and probably fucked myself up cleaning out over and over. He eventually takes me home that evening. My female roommate is gone, out with another bf of hers (she’s polyamorous), while her live-in bf has made food. I try to eat, but to no avail. Over the next few days, I go to the hospital, which can’t seem to do anything for the pain that I’m in. I barely want to drink, I’m trying to eat soup, but that’s not helping much. It gets so bad that one night I literally crawl out of my room to the front room, where all the roomies are at, and beg them to take me to a different hospital. This time, they listen to me. I somehow managed to get a uti in my rectum and that (after discretely explaining the past few days) the partying probably wrecked a few things. They clean out my fluids and give me some strong ass pain pills, along with some nutrient stuff. My female roommate now at this point knows, sorta, that I have done drugs, but she never makes a big deal of it. She is just glad I’m alive and not hurting anymore. But this doesn’t stop me from going out and partying some more later in a few months….

You definitely need to tell us when you get your gang bang with his friends...

All through high school I knew I was gay, and at 5'8", 125 pubs (soaking wet) I was an easy target. One guy in particular bullied me through senior year. His name was Elliot Warner Ray and his family was very prominent in the community. It left me with very little recourse except to take what he was dishing out. That amounted to the occasional time he'd get me alone where he forced me to suck him off. I learned quickly through him raping my mouth not only how to give great head, but the joys of swallowing cum. After graduation he went to work for his father before heading to a prominent university on the east coast. I was not as lucky as he was and has to settle for the local community college. I was able to get a job at a local fitness club where I quickly made friends with a number of the personal trainers. They were really cool with me and offered to help me bulk up. Through nutritional advice and regular workouts I started to put some muscle on my skinny frame. Then one day they asked me if I'd be interested in something 'special' to help me along. Before I knew it I was taking steroids and was gaining muscle really fast. These guys became really good friends and when labor day weekend came they invited me to spend the weekend with them. Three of the trainers rented a house nit far from this club. It started off as a typical weekend. They had a pool I their back yard and I soon we were swimming. This was the first time I noticed that they had matching tattoos. It was of a rattle snake on the upper left side of their chest. I commented on how hot the tattoo looked and thought maybe I could get the something. They told me that there was only one way that I could get the tattoo and they'd even pay for it.....I'd have to let them fuck me. One of them actually was hoping I'd be interested especially since I was going to be spending the weekend with them and they wanted to party with me. I kind of knew what he meant, but has never done drugs before. He said that they would take care of me if I wanted to party with them and have the best sex of my life. I let them know that the only sexual experience I've had so far were the blow jobs my high school bully forced on me. They pulled a strange pipe out and began smoking it and before I could answer they had me taking my first hit. As they taught me how to smoke from the pipe one of the guys got me a shot to drink. They told me to swallow down the shot and follow it with a good amount of Gatorade. I followed their instructions and the shot treated nasty. We all settled down and before to long I was feeling really horny and the guys has me down on my knees as they began taking turns with my mouth. As I was really going to town sucking one if the guys cocks I felt someone behind me as two hands were in my ass cheeks and a tongue began to probe my hole. I couldn't help myself as I began to moan around the cock in my mouth. One of the guys suggested we move this to the basement where we could get more comfortable. Down in the basement they had a sex room set up. A bed was on one side, a couch I the other and in the middle they had hanging from beams in the ceiling a sling. They told me to climb in and get comfortable, but once I was I the sling I was theirs until Monday afternoon. For some unknown reason I climbed into the sling and got comfortable. They then secured my feet in stirrups attached to the chains and my wrists were put into restraints. I was truly theirs, there was no escape. While they were restraining me my cock got very hard. My body knew I needed this even if my mind want sure. Before I knew it one of the guys appeared with a syringe I his hand as another one was tying a piece if exercise tubing on my upper arm. They told me to keep still as they give me a slam as Tina (the same stuff I had been smoking earlier). I watched as they stuck the needle in one of my prominent veins, then they explained as a flash of blood appeared in the barrel that they were making sure the needle was in the vein, before they slowly emptied the contents. When the tubing was removed grill my arm I felt a warmth rush into my chest just before I started to cough really hard. As I was coming out of my coughing fit I noticed that the guys each doing themselves. I then felt someone resume licking my ass as one of the guys leaned over to kiss me before giving me his cock to suck. Now I had never been fucked before but my ass was screaming to be filled. As the guys tongued my hole and I sucked a nice cock I was moaning in pure pleasure. I took a moment to pause sucking on the cock in my mouth to beg who ever it was between my legs too fuck me. I went back to sucking cock when I felt the tip of a cock at my hole. As the cock st my hole pooped through I thought Fuck, it felt so damn good to finally get fucked. When I was allowed to see the stud who has taken my cherry, I was pleasantly surprised to see the trainer who has helped my shape my new body. He looked down at me and commented on what a stud I've become as his cock bottomed out. He then began to slowly pull out and push back in waiting for me to get accustomed to his penetration. When he finally started to really fuck me my wrists were released. He guided my hand to my hole do I could feel his steel spike as it pistoned in my hungry hole. As I felt his cock moving in and out I never felt a condom. I then asked if he put a condom on, I was taught never to fuck without one. He looked down saying I never asked for one and besides, he never uses them, that it feels so much better raw and he began to fuck me harder. He was really hitting something deep inside me cause it made me forget about the condom and give into the pleasure I was feeling of my first fuck. As he continued to fuck me I face into the bareback fuck buy asked him not to cum inside me. He asked me not to what. I again after him not to cum inside me. He acted like he couldn't really hear what I said and again said don't do what and then I yelled cum inside me. He then said oh ok, and I felt his cock getting harder and he began to getting as he slammed into my hole and I felt his cock spasming. I'm sure he saw the look of shock on my face when he leaned in kissed me and whispered, I never pull out until I cum. My cock was so hard thinking about what just happen and before I knew it he pulled out and another one of the guys took his place. At this point I didn't care about condoms or where the guy shot his load. (Next Chapter, my high school bully returns)

Part 5 I left Blake tied on the bed and plugged while he softly sobbed from the pain and the realization of his predicament. I'll bet he was sorry he ever went to the bookstore. It was only a couple of hours before the party started, and I had lots of calls to make. At 9:30 I went back upstairs. Blake looked quite uncomfortable tied in that position with the long, fat plug in his cunt. "Good," I thought to myself, "a scared white boy in pain is one of my favorite things!" And it would only get worse for him. "Please untie me!" he begged. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! Three hard slaps across his brought tears to his eyes. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" I yelled. "You will learn, the only begging you will do is to have your holes raped and filled with cum. Do I make myself clear?" Three more hard slaps and Blake was in agreement. "Yes Sir." he sobbed. I untied him and he put up no resistance. I put a leather collar with rings around his neck, and wrist and ankle restraints. I then put a cock and ball harness on his little dick, making it as tight as I could. "Drink this," I said holding a bottle up to his mouth. He made a face, but didn't dare disobey me. It was now almost 10:00, and I could hear our guests arriving. I told them to be prompt as they didn't want to miss anything. I attached a leash to Blake's collar and led him downstairs. I was pleased to see all 15 of the guests were already there. "Welcome gentlemen! Here is my new slut and tonights party favour! Short of killing him, anything goes. I want him wrecked like a white slut should be! Lets not waste any time." With that, I grabbed Blake and threw him to the ground,pinning him down with a foot on his chest. One of the guys tied a band around his arm and another stuck the needle in. "Are you sure Jesse?" he asked. It's a 2.0 hit." "Fuckin do it! This little whore needs to be fucked up royally!" With that, the plunger was pushed down and the band released. Blake went instantly rigid and coughed hard. "I want you to go first." I told my friend Buck. He had a 13 inch cock with a P.A. "And show no mercy! Rape that cunt good and hard!" Buck just rolled the teenage boy over and ripped the plug out of his pussy. Blake howeled. Then Buck just spread his cheeks apart and plunged his huge, hard, black pole deep into the puffy, pink hole beneath him. Blake screamed at the top of his lungs while the guys cheered. Tears flowed from his eyes as his cunt was ripped even further apart. Buck just pushed down on the boys shoulders and power fucked his cunt, drilling as deep and as hard as he could. Blood covered his dick as he pulled out before plunging back in balls deep. He fucked Blake mercilessly for a solid 10 minutes, never letting up until he buried himself to the hilt and dumped his load far up into the teenage cumdump. After he pulled out, he spread Blake's cheeks apart so everyone could see his bleeding rosebud. It was puffy and inflamed, oozing red cum. "Who's next?" I asked.

Still now undetectable. I need to change into a high viral slut.

Part 4 I don't know how long I was in that position, with the fist toy on the machine punch fucking my hole...I just realised I was coming down a little as I was now beginning to sense my surroundings again. I saw the 2 guys and Master having drinks, and moaned as my hole took the fist. They looked over at me and Master said it looks like pig is needing a top up, but first he can have a little break. Master came over and stopped the machine, and assisted me to my feet and told me to go and have another shower and a washout, and take my time. Of course time meant nothing, but I did know we had been going for quite a few hours...who cares? I loved the shower, and washed out several more times... enjoying the feeling of the water swelling my hole up then squirting out. Once again I was squeaky clean, and ready for action. I went back in the room and Master told me to sit in an armchair and handed me a Gatorade. He told me to drink up and that there was a nice hit of G in there for me. After about 5 minutes I began to feel the G kicking in, and a couple of low moans alerted Master. He sprung into action and told me to get down on all fours on the fuck bench. Quickly my wrists and ankles were tied, and I was given another slam. This was a .3, which on top of the G and previous slams turned me into a mumbling slut wanting to be used more. The two guys and Master were behind me, and in my rush I felt a fist entering me, slow but steady. It pulled out a little, and a second fist slowly joined it. Master came in front of me and fixed a gas mask to my face with poppers in it. He said right pig, shallow breathing and you don't get any. When you breathe deep and hard it will open the valve and you will get a big hit... I couldnt really focus on what he said, but my subconscious took it in. The two fists were working my hole and I was moaning and the guys were encouraging me saying wow what a good pig, fuck yeah look at that cunthole open! Yeah, fuck! Master was now back behind me and he said firmly right pig take a good deep hard hit of the poppers...I grunted and breathed in deep and hard, the all too familiar scent filling my nostrils and my lungs, and out it went and Master said take 3 more pig. I happily complied, even though my head was now totally spun. As the rush from the second snort hit, I felt more pressure against my hole and I hurriedly took the 3rd and subsequent hits deep and fast...I was now completely flying and was aware of intense unparalleled pleasure from deep within my guts and heard voices, and couldn't really make out what they were saying. I caught a few words, like FUCK PIG, 3 FISTS! and LOOK, HOLY FUCK look at that fucking beautiful hole! .....I blissed out, falling in and out of being there, aware at times my hole was getting the biggest workout it had ever had....I had actually reached that point with the two fists earlier, but the punch fisting toy and the extra drugs took over. I don't remember it finishing, but woke sometime later and was lying on a bed, all clean with a blanket on me. I had been awoken by a noise and it was my Master. It was daylight and he had a hot sweet coffee for me and some yogurt....great for the digestive system after the party. He told me I had slept for 2 days, and the partying and flight from Australia had caught up with me. He grinned and said he got it all on video and he had already made thousands out of it. He said I don't need to ask if you enjoyed yourself, that was more than evident. Welcome to your new home. As you will be starting to feel pretty low, there are some more favours for you once you've had a feed and your coffee. By the way, have you ever been tag team gangbanged? The end

Mike heard a distant sound, like it was muffled or smothered by something. A ping, that's what he heard. He started to move his legs and they were painful. Spread far apart, it killed to try to pull them together. His arm was leaden as he lifted it to rub his eyes. He opened his eyes and was in total darkness. For a second he thought he was in the bathhouse, but then realized it was his own bedroom and he was in his own bed. The ping he heard played in his mind again. He started to fumble around on the bed for his phone. He didn't see it on his nighttable, but there it was, tangled up in his bedlinens. One flashing bar of power left motivated Mike to try to raise up and sit up. Moving his legs was painful, but he got himself seated on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor. The charger was in the nighttable drawer, so he fished it out, and slowly got down on his knees. His knees were sore, and even raw, and they hurt. He lowered himself down on his left elbow and held onto the night table with his right arm, This was difficult and he was sore all over from last night. With both arms propping himself up Mike moved closed to the outlet. To reach it he had to get his shoulders down and close to the floor so he could reach behind the nighttable. As he moved forward and got down to the floor he had a vision of himself last night. Clearly he could remember seeing himself reflected in the large mirror in that room at the bathhouse with shitty music drowning out most sounds and that red light painting everything and everyone ruby. And he could see that he was strapped into that fuckbench, and that guy Jerry was slowly fucking Mike while this other guy, a stranger. was sliding his cock in and out of Mike's mouth. He was able to turn his head slightly so that out of the corner of his eye he could see the whole spectacle in the mirror. And he remembered while he was bent over on his bedroom floor that there were three guys standing in the open door way at the bathhouse in this moment he remembered, waiting to be invited in. As a wave of remembered pleasure swept over him he felt winded at the realization that he checked out their cocks and with a hungry look that he wanted those cocks too. He didn't ask them to help him, tell them that he needed help or anything like that. He felt like something inside of him had been unleashed last night and that very thought made him feel more frightened than he had ever been before. , and then and now as he is replayed this vignette in his head, he felt as if he was falling because something was unleashed in him last night. Shutting that thought down, he started to get his chest down to the floor so he could reach down to the outlet behind the night table. Again, he felt this wave of pleasure as he bent down and slid his arm towards the outlet; his ass was raised up, positioned like he had his ass in the fuckbench. He closed his eyes, plugged the charger in and reached back and put his fingers gently on his hole. On first touch, the pleasure jolted through his body. He rubbed his fingers lightly across his pucker and involuntarily his hole puckered tight and then stretched open. Mike put just the tip of his index finger barely inside and admitted to himself that he wished he hadn't listened to his fuck buddy advising Mike to douche thoroughly before leaving the bathhouse. He wished he hadn't because right now he wanted to feel all that cum in his hole. Mike was terrified by this thought, and shut it down. As his phone was charging he saw that indeed a text had come in a short while ago from his fuck buddy inquiring as to how Mike was doing. He sent a reply explaining his soreness and disorientation and that, no, he hadn't eaten and just woke up. His buddy texted back that he was going to get a cab around 11:00 pm, go to that 24 hour Metro on College and then head up to Mike's house. Since he would arrive after midnight and it was a Tuesday night, most neighbours would be asleep. He also said he won't take 'no' for an answer. Mike was relieved, and texted back the street name he should get out at, and then a description of a laneway that leads toward the back of Mike's house and Mike can let him in through the back gate. It was about 10:30 at this point, and Mike's fuck buddy made him promise he wouldn't take a bath until he was there with Mike. Mike agreed, and left his phone to charge, stumbling to the closet to get some clothes to put on. It hurt to lift his legs to get them into the sweatpants and he almost fell over twice. Again, he stopped and reached back to feel his hole and closed his eyes tight as he rubbed his asslips lightly. He could see in his mind this olive complexioned young smooth guy saying something to him in Portuguese and slapping his cock against Mike's face, and Mike remembered that he looked at that cock and opened his mouth wide hoping that cock would start to slide into his mouth. Eventually, Mike was dressed and sitting in the family room with the back door wide open. He was sort of dozing off, but not fully asleep. A ping roused him completely. It was his fuck buddy getting out of the cab on the street behind Mike's house and heading up the laneway. Mike went out on the deck, looked around for any lights on in any houses and made his way to the back gate. There was his fuckbuddy, grocery bags in both hands and a large knapsack slung on his back. Without a word he entered the back yard, and let Mike step back in and lead the way. They silently made their way to the deck, up the stairs, into the house, and Mike slowly closed and locked the back door.

Mike came to, and the blindfold was off, but he couldn't focus his eyes. The lights were low, the music pounding and he was getting fucked. He lifted his head and looked up into the mirror and saw a tall black guy was fucking him. Mike couldn't make out his face, and was trying to focus his eyes but then there was a flash of light. It was hard to hear anything but a kind of roar in his ears, but then he distinctly heard this black guy say to someone else, "Make sure you get his face, we'll need that later." Mike saw a phone in front of his face but he couldn't process what was going on or who these guys were, or how long he'd been out. The top fucking Mike realized he was awakening, and sunk his cock slowly and deeply into Mike, and leaned forward so he was completely covering Mike and whispered in his ear, "Your hole is fucking wet with cum. But were gonnna get you more loads, don't you worry." All Mike could do was mumble something incoherent before he passed out again. He woke up and passed out a few more times and each time it was like he was hallucinating. At one point the room seemed crowded with guys, jostling and talking about him. Another time he thought he saw his fuckbuddy, the one who convinced him to come to the bathhouse, fucking him. Mike was so out of it, he even thought that the bathhouse staff at the door when Mike and his fuckbuddy first came in, fucked him. Mike doesn't know when exactly the room was quiet but eventually it was quiet, everyone left, the door was open, and Mike was intently watching the hallway outside the door for someone, anyone to unfasten the straps. He longed to put his hand on his hole and feel it cause it felt wet and slick, and he just wanted to feel it. Badly. Some guy came to the door, all tattooed, kind of latino looking, swarthy dark, rough. Mike said, "Please untie me. Please help me." This guy said nothing, but walked over to Mike, and put his hand on Mikes hole and said snickering, "Puta. Tu quieres mas verga?" Mike pleaded for this guy to untie him, Instead the guy slid his cock slowly and deeply and began muttering in Spanish at Mike. He only pumped long strokes for what seemed a short while before he felt this gut shoot his load deep. Just then Mike's fuckbuddy appeared, and looked astonished. Standing stock still, he stood there looking at Mike with his jaw slack in disbelief. He walked over and began undoing the straps. Mike just blurted out that he had been drugged, and fucked by many guys but he doesn't even know who or how many, and they fucked him bareback, and shot what seemed like load after load inside him. He had trouble getting the words out and his buddy just listened and help him ease back to a normal sitting position. Eventually his buddy got him into the shower, cleaned him up, got him dressed and got Mike the hell out of there. Mike felt exhausted and alert, horny and drained, used and turned on that he had been used. His buddy wanted to take Mike to get meds after potential exposure to HIV. He even agreed to let Mike use his Health Card cause they could pass for each other. Mike was worried about being high and embarrassed but his buddy talked him into it, went with him to the hospital and walked him through the whole process including being present when the doctor came in to see Mike. It was pretty quick, and not as embarrassing as Mike thought it would be. He was grateful to his fuckbuddy for helping him, for trusting Mike by using his own id for Mike. Mike never even knew his fuckbuddy's last name or if the name he used was actually his name. And now he lets Mike use his health card to protect Mike's identity. He knew then that his fuckbuddy was a good guy and that he could count on him. It was a relief after feeling so powerless to stop those guys. They just completely took advantage of Mike in every way possible. Mike's fuckbuddy insisted on driving Mike home in Mike's car and taking a cab back downtown. He wouldn't let Mike drive. Again, Mike was relieved and grateful. It was a long drive to Mike's home in a northern suburb, and he told his buddy everything that he remembered. His buddy kept apologizing. When they got to Mike's street, his buddy drove the care very slowly so as to make no noise. Mike was grateful his wife and kids were away, but declined his fuckbuddy's offer to help Mike inside. The cab appeared pretty quickly and his fuckbuddy was gone. Mike crawled up to his bedroom, but couldn't sleep and lay there stroking his cock, feeling his hole and reviewing the whole night in his head. He couldn't get hard, but he couldn't stop. He got up finally and took two sleeping pills and eventually drifted off to a fitful sleep. He didn't hear his phone go off, and didn't see the text until the morning.....

Bi Bottom Turned Part 2 Mike could hear sounds that seemed very very far away. Everything was pretty dark and really loud. Music, playing really loud. He tried to move but couldn't and his legs felt very heavy He had a mask on and when he tried to remove it he realized he couldn't move his right hand. Or his left hand. He tried to move his right leg and it was the same thing: he couldn't move it. He realized he was tied down. And then he remembered: his room, that guy Jerry, that bump of coke.....he had a flash of recognition: the fuckbench. He was strapped into the fuckbench. He started to squirm, to see if he could loosen the straps, get out of this and out of here. His mind was still thick but he was struggling best he could. All of sudden he felt hot breath on his ear and a voice say, "Ah, you are awake. And you know where you are, I imagine." Mike felt a hand feel the crack of his ass and work its way in right to his hole. "We are going to have fun tonight.". Mike asked whoever this was to untie him, let him get up. The only reply he got was a chuckle. He could hear someone rustling around, zips opening, something being torn open, and then he felt something tighten around his left bicep. He started to get really scared and began pleading to be untied. "Hey man, please untie me. My back is hurting, some sort of spasm, please." Again, Mike just got a chuckle as a response. He felt cool air and the music get louder and voices. Voices coming into the room and commenting on his ass. Hands were on his body. He felt several hands feel his hole and then all of a sudden there was a tongue right at his hole, poking inside. Mike gasped and froze. It felt damn good. But he started to panic again, cause he was completely out of control and who knows who these guys were? He heard one voice say, "Jerry, has he gotten to the point yet?" Jerry, that guy, he was in the room. Mike heard what he assumed was Jerry say, "He is about to, right now." Mike felt something wet and cold wipe the inside of his elbow. He started to flip out. "Please, please, don't do this. Please, just untie me and let me go. C'mon, please. Is that you, Jerry? Please, man, just let me go!" Mike felt a sharp prick. He felt a needle. A fucking needle. They were shooting him up with something. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no please, no!" He heard several guys laughing this time. He felt the needle pull out, the tourniquet being untied, and then a wall hit him. He sucked in air and began to cough this weird cough. A few short coughs and then a moment of stillness. Then this overwhelming wave rolled over him and he was flying. His mind was narrowing down to nothing but how horny he was. His ears rang loudly and he thought he could feel a tongue at his hole. He felt both hyper-alert and all fogged up, like his brain wasn't functioning. And he was overwhelmed with lust. Just as he opened his mouth mid-moan, there was a cock at his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. He felt the cock slap against his tongue a few times and then very slowly start to slide inside his mouth. He was flying and cock never tasted or felt so good. It was like he wanted to choke on this cock, but he couldn't budge even if he wanted to cram this cock down his throat. He could hear these guys talking but he could barely understand what they were saying, but he could tell from words here and there, that they were praising him as a bottom, a fuckboy, and talking about using him. It made Mike even hornier to hear them talking about him like this. He couldn't believe it cause he would never usually find this kind of talk a turn-on, but now, now it was sending him reeling. The music seemed really loud and their voices sounded far away. And he was riding this wave of what he could only think of as horniness and this horniness overwhelmed him. And he could feel that tongue fucking his hole. And he loved it. He fucking loved it. And he just decided to lose himself in this feeling and go with it, all his inhibitions be damned. He moaned. And they heard it and began egging him on, urging him to show them what a cockwhore he was, what a cumpdump he is. That word, 'cumdump' made his hole twitch and the guy tonguefucking him noticed and told the others. "This cumdump's hole twitches at the very sound of that word." They all laughed. The guy tonguefucking Mike redoubled his efforts and before Mike could say anything about the condoms, about only getting fucked safe, there was a cock at his mouth, bumping up against his mouth. He opened his mouth and took that cock inside. And he fucking loved it. It started some steady strokes in and out of Mike's throat and he could take it like he had never been able to take it before. Mike felt hot breath on his ear. A voice said, "Hey, listen, can I put just the head of my cock inside bare?" Mike couldn't speak with this cock in his mouth and throat, stroking slowly in and out, so he sort of nodded as best he could to indicate "Yes". Yes, he replied. Yes, he wanted to feel a cock bare, inside his hole. Just for a few strokes, and no more, and as the cock pulled out of his mouth he said quickly, "Just a few strokes. Condoms are there, cause I only get fucked safe." Mike was uneasy when this drew more laughter, but he settled right back into sucking this hidden cock right in front of his mouth. Mike felt his ass cheeks being pried apart and then something hard being inserted into his hole. He started to turn away from the cock in his mouth, but before he could, this cock was slowly but steadily sunk deep into his throat and he couldn't make a sound and he couldn't budge. He couldn't believe it, he was deepthroating what seemed like a good size cock. All of sudden he felt liquid inside of him and that hard thing being removed from his hole. Mike was starting to almost black out again. Not like he was unconscious but like he was having an out of body experience. He felt something tied around his arm again, but this time he relaxed cause he knew there was nothing he could do about it and he was enjoying the high whatever it was they were giving him. Probably meth, he figured. This was slamming, he realized. He'd seen clips of guys shooting up meth. And smoking it. He found it intriguing. And now, right now, he found it fucking amazing. Again, the same cold wetness on his inner arm. Then that prick, and that pause, then he heard someone say, "Jerry, how much did you give him?" Jerry said, "3.5". There were hoots and whistles, then the tourniquet was removed, and this time Mike felt like he was riding a tidal wave....

This guys got me so horned up I couldn't wait to get his seed in my so I've already put one of the cum cubes up my ass, I can feel it melting in me now as I type! It's a great feeling. I'm going to hit up a regular fb of mine to see if he wants to add a load. He loves it when I've got cum in me, already. He calls me his dirty little fuck slut and I love it.

Lol. Yesterday morning he brought me his bathroom cup with what looked like two loads of cum in it. "For you" he said! I showed him me pouring it into the ice cube tray to make cum cubes for lube later. I asked him if he'd like me to suck him off or he could fuck me and load me up if he wanted. He winked and said "maybe" ...

Is there any logical reason to make a choice to do something that has myriad negative consequences, will place limits on future choices, and, once done, cannot be undone?

Hey men- went back to the tubs a week ago last Friday- it was crappy weather out and on Friday they have begun half priced lockers in the evening- so I got a locker and roamed. A guy at the back bar joined me for a beer, then invited me back to his room ( helped that I had customized my jockstrap band with fabric ink that said "RAW FUCK PIG" over and over LOL. Got in and dropped to my knees and sucked him hard, then he fingered my hole-it was prelubed and he took it and pumped a load into me. As is the norm, as he pulled out I went down to suck his cock clean of any lube or cum, about a minute into nursing his cock he put a hand on either side of my head and held me still- I knew what was to come, and soon enough he relieved himself into my mouth. We continued playing the rest of the evening, and I was fed his load and piss many times. Exchanged screennames, and next morning I looked him up, only to discover he was from out of town ( but not out of state at least) Dropped a thank you to him , and he sent back a note saying the place wasn't any fun after I left (awww) Stayed in touch during the week- and on Thursday he let me know he was racing home to finish up some work, and would be doing the 180 mile down for another Friday night- hoping I would be available. I was,of course, and met him at the tubs- ended up in service to him for over 5 hours, and this week he loaded my ass up very full of his beer piss - then had me hold it until he said I could hit the toilets--which was a challenge; they are at the back of the club, his room at the very front ! Made it without spilling any- but then once in the stall- only a little leaked/dribbled out. The rest of the night he fisted me, and the trapped piss would mix with the J Lube and make my hole really slick- and very loud as he punched in and out of it. I love kinky tops ! <g>

Without wishing to go all romantic and roses around the front door, barebacking forms an indossulable bond between two guys: look through the fiction section and it's actually true: infected CD4 cells hang around for we don't yet know how many years. We're animals: (my only real experience is with large dogs). A dog pisses on you and he (or she - my B'Elana was one hell of of a sprayer) is saying "you're mine". You turn up at my place and one of us cums up inside the other: Those infected CD4 cells are going to stay there for fifty or sixty years and will have to take their chances along with the home-grown ones when it comes to antivirals. It doesn't matter to me how many other guys you go with: you have part of me in you, and equally I carry around pieces of guys who've blown in me. Just before aids really hit London we had a joking family tree system going, based on who'd done it with with whom. Seems we weren't so wrong after all. Every guy I've really cared about has cum inside me: few of them are alive now, but I'm proud to carry their DNA within me, even though I know that ultimately it's useless since the purpose of DNA is to breed more people.

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I love being piss fucked. An arseful of piss is a great before being bred. Had a great session a few weeks ago - the top filled my arse with piss, I held it as long as I could, then let it out over him and into his mouth, we kissed and I drank it back from him, which made him hard again, he fucked me, shot a nice big load into my sloppy arse, then pissed again all over me. Fuckin hot! Spunk and piss, specially when poz, are the two best things in the world...

It was getting late one fall evening. My wife was out of town on business and my balls were aching full of cum and needed a good draining. I had taken some of my ADD medicine and was really getting into the new DVDs I had recently purchased. I was feeling a bit kinky at the adult video store earlier that day and bought myself a new cock ring, a bottle of Rush and a small rubber dildo. I had always been curious about playing with my ass but too nervous to do so with anyone else. I thought the absence of my prudish wife was an open invitation to have some solo fun. I had some fresh porn on the big screen and was surfing the internet hookup sites as well. While browsing the casual encounters and searching for kinky sex stories online, I stumbled upon some kinky chem sex stories that were a perverse turn-on. I had never before heard of a booty bump or chem sex, but I must say my cock was rock hard. I devoured story after story thinking this must not actually happen, it's just fiction I said to myself as my cock twitched. Pausing from my indulgence in porn and sex toys, I took a break to get drink in the kitchen, when, in the drain board, I noticed a turkey flavor injector and my mind drifted back to all the hot booty bumping stories I had read. Feeling even more horney and in an experimental mood , I grabbed the plunger and headed back down stairs. After watching some more hot porn and slipping on my new cock ring I decided to see what this booty bumping experience was all about. I crushed-up some pharmaceutical grade amphetamines, and prepared the plunger, just as I had read in the stories. I lubed up the plunger, which I thought as my new rubber dildo, spread some lube on my virgin hole, and attempted to insert the dildo into my ass. While I thought the rubber dildo was of average size, but I couldn't quite get it in, so I fingered myself to loosen my tight sphincter. I also cracked open the fresh bottle of poppers and took six large inhales. A warm rush come over my body and my head started to spin a little, and, of course, my ass relaxed considerably. Re-lubing the loaded syringe, I drew my knees to my chest, positioned the syringe at my pulsing oiled hole, and slid the syringe home, working it deeper and deeper until its main shaft had disappeared into my inner sphincter. Trembling a little, out of excitement more than anything else, I took another couple hits of Rush and emptied the amphetamine plunger deep into my bowels, and then removed the now-empty plunger. I felt a slight burn in my gut and felt a new yearning coming from my arse. That was much easier then I thought. I returned to my fresh porn and did another hit of poppers. My head and ass were now both pulsating as the woman in the video swallowed a monster of a cock down her throat. I was enthralled and experiencing the hottest porn-viewing experience in my young life. As the actress bent over getting ready to take the monster cock in her ass, I grabbed my new dildo and took another hit of Rush. My ass was now begging me to play with it, to fill it up. I raised my legs and positioned the head of the dildo on my greased hole. Almost as if the door had been opened for it, this time I slid it in with ease. My ass now felt complete - and my cock swelled even harder. I massaged the dildo in and out of my hole several times stretching myself, and pleased with my progress, I left the butt plug in and returned to my online quest for debauchery. I scanned the Craigslist looking for other like-minded perverts - without avail, so I moved on to A4A and Manhunt, thinking the sites might be a suitable place to find some guy with whom I could my debauchery. I created a profile with the heading 'Young Straight Looking for Head'. I also posted a photograph of my eight inch, rock hard cock, (courtesy of the amphetamines), my nicely trimmed pubes, (all set-off by the cock ring), and I additionally posted a photograph of the dildo residing in my hole. It was getting late but, and I was beginning to doubt I'd find a kinky playmate when suddenly I received a smile from someone named D469 with a great cock shot for a profile picture. He too was wearing a cock ring and his thick cock was dripping precum. We chatted a bit: he was an older gentlemen, poppered-up, who was jacking while watching porn, and like me he was wearing a cock ring. 'D' was well written and was carrying on a hot chat about what he like to do. It sounded like we were having similar evening, and it also turned out he wasn't very far from me as he was hanging out in his boat on the dock of a nearby lake. He asked if I'd be up to sharing my beautiful cock with him. My rock hard cock and I took another hit of poppers, I twisted the dildo around in my hole, and accepted his invitation. Obtaining directions, I threw on a pair of shorts and caution to the wind, drove over to the dock slip he had specified. When I arrived D was waiting on the deck. We introduced ourselves. D met my expectations and when we got below deck D offered my a couple lines. This was another new experience for me, and admittedly as in his e-mails, D had said he was partying and playing, or PNP, using his lingo, I took him up on his invitation and demonstrating a singular lack of inhibition I did two lines. As he had two monitors, we put on one of the DVDs I had brought, while on the other monitor D was playing hot huge cock porn. Another surge of warmth cut through the haze of the evenings more prosaic activities. We both undressed and briefly admired each other's body (and genitals). Our respective dicks were still encircled with cock rings. D disappeared into another cabin and returned with an arm load of sex toys. I was excited beyond measure. I slid into a pair of mesh briefs that felt good against my hard cock, and next reached for a pair of leather chaps, hoping they would fit me. While I had never before worn any sort of leather wear, but thought this was the perfect opportunity, and fortunately the chaps fit quite well, (or so D said), and nicely framed my leaking cock, as well and kept me warm, as it was a little chilly on the boat. I did some more poppers and reached for a small white vibrator to quench the hunger emanating from my asshole. Adjusting the mesh briefs, I slid the vibrator in with ease. D suggested we do a booty bump. Having done one earlier in the evening I thought I knew what I was in for, and readily agreed. D prepped two syringes (sans needles, of course), loading crystal meth into the cylinders. I had only experienced meth once before, and then had smoked it, and so approached the booty bump with considerable excitement. A couple hits of poppers later and D came over and easily slid the syringe into my hole, which not surprisingly had no trouble accepting the intrusion. I felt to go past my second ring - an almost liquid rush of warmth raced through my system. D gave himself a booty bump as well. My ass never felt so good and eagerly wanted to be filled. I reached for a large dildo as I didn't want a drop of the drug, nor the opportunity to expand my repertoire to escape. I'm not sure how much I received from D who happily gave me my first real booty bump, but I can say I was in pure ecstasy - wearing leather chaps and black mesh briefs that barely held my engorged cock and balls, my ass stretched-open by the large rubber cock. I'm not sure how long we played with each other's cock, nor do I necessarily recall all the differing toys, cock rings and configurations with which we experimented. I do recall, however, D took photographs of my cock and balls, and the various dildos stuffed into my hole. I was getting thirsty, and ever the gracious host, D went into te other room and returned with a drink which I quickly downed. Another rush warmth come over me. I was not surprised when D said with a smirk he had just dosed me GHB, a drug of which I had heard, but never used. D supplied me with yet another booty bump - suffice to say, my ass loved it. We played with each other's cock and ass for hours, and for the longest time mutually sucked each other. The night passed and I spent it with his beautiful cock in my mouth. We positioned ourselves in front of the screens to watch what I now thought to be the best porn I've ever seen. We teased and edged each other many, many times. The poppers flowing freely D removed the butt plug and succeeded in inserting an even larger model into my ass. I admit I didn't think I could get anything that large in to my ass, but in it went. After a long stretch of 69ing, D said he wanted to milk my prostate. Who was I to say no? He inserted two fingers into my colon, found my prostate, and turned my cock into a rock-hard-cum-leaking-faucet. D edged me while I sucked his cock in perfectly mutual bliss.