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Lots of background since I plan this to be at least 4 or 5 parts. THE INITIATION High school had finally started getting better for Kelvin. It had just taken until February of his senior year for him to finally feel like things were finally going his way. His recent early acceptance to Columbia and his dreams of getting out of the small town in Upstate New York seemed to be unfolding for him exactly as he had hoped – something that never seemed to happen for Kelvin. His freshman year at Union-Endicott High School had been a rough one. Moving from a small elementary and middle school to a school with over 500 people in his grade was overwhelming for Kelvin. Kelvin had never been particularly social and quite introverted. He had always been at the head of his class academically but was never really part of the geek clique. He wasn’t a jock, in the band, an artist or any of the other dozen of groups that made up the classic high school social hierarchy. Kelvin was a guy without a country, so to speak and while he was occasionally lonely, he was actually usually quite comfortable being on his own. Any semblance of a normal freshman year died when in the spring his mother was diagnosed with cancer and by the start of summer his mother was gone. Losing his mother was difficult for Kelvin. She had been the one person he always felt he could talk to and who would listen without judgment. His father had always been somewhat disconnected from Kelvin. His father was a former high school A-lister, playing football and baseball and being good enough to make All-State through most of high school. Kelvin wasn’t exactly a disappointment, but he and his father just didn’t seem to have anything in common. Kevin’s father also tended to disappear after coming home from work using his homemade beer to drown the mundanity of his life. His father was never quite drunk, just very distant. After his mother’s death, his father seemed to almost completely disappear from his life except for dinners and occasional evenings together spent in relative quiet. Kelvin’s sophomore year, as could be predicted, was essentially a blur. With his mother’s death and his father’s self-imposed absence, Kelvin dove into his academics pushing himself even harder. Books became his escape and Kelvin’s world shrank to his home and his classes at school. In a rare incident of insight, Kelvin’s father pulled Kelvin aside toward the end of his sophomore. “Kelvin, I know things have been rough since your mom died,” he began, “but I’m concerned that all this focus on school is not good for you.” Kelvin shrugged in response. Kelvin’s father continued, “I think you need to get out and do something physical, so I signed you up for training at Scott’s Gym. Hopefully, this will help get you out a little bit more.” Kelvin nodded and sighed. And with that Kelvin began working out at least 5 times a week. After a few months, Kelvin’s dad didn’t think Kelvin was putting on enough muscle. One day, when Kelvin was ready to head to the gym his father pulled him aside into the bathroom. “Hey, I know you’ve been working hard and I want you to feel like you’re getting results. When I was in school we’d use a little something extra to help build a bit more muscle. Here,” his father pulled out a needle, “let me see your upper thigh.” Kelvin rolled up his shorts and his father stabbed the needle deep into his muscle, injecting Kelvin with the thick liquid. Smiling after the injection, Kelvin’s dad said, “There. We’ll start cycling you and see if we can’t get you some results you can really see and be proud of.” Kelvin knew the steroids could eventually cause problems but his dad had seemed so happy that he had finally found a way to connect with his son, that he didn’t have the heart to object. Through the rest of his sophomore and junior years Kelvin cycled on steroids and his body grew in both shape and definition. Kelvin knew things had changed, he could obviously see the changes himself, and also noticed how instead of being completely invisible he began turning heads of the girls at school which made him uncomfortable. The steroids had not only added bulk to his muscles but had two other effects Kelvin had not considered. The first was that by the end of Kelvin’s junior year instead of the light fuzzy treasure trail and chest that many of his classmates had, Kelvin was sporting a dense trail of fur from his crotch up to his chest which was also becoming thick with fur. Although his father smiled and said he was turning into a ‘real man’, Kelvin was self-conscious of the changes and tried to avoid showers after gym with his classmates. His arms and legs were equally hirsute and every afternoon he was sporting a 5 o’clock shadow. The second effect wasn’t as noticeable to others, but Kelvin was acutely aware of it. The extra testosterone and androgens flowing through his bloodstream had turned a normally horny teenager into a supreme horn dog. Kelvin spent much of his evenings online downloading and consuming porn. He found himself whacking off three, four sometimes five times a day to keep his urges in check. Kelvin also realized that while he initially had been downloading straight porn, he was now spending all of his time on gay porn sites. Kelvin had not given much thought to his sexuality, he had been too busy burying himself in school, especially after his mother died. Kelvin’s favorite videos were the ones where an older, furry, bearish guy got blown by a younger, but also furry otter or cub. He spent hours spilling load after load as he watched and dreamed of servicing an older, moaning, hot furry guy while gently rubbing the young guys head and murmuring out things like, “Yeah, work that dick. Show me that you want my load.” Kelvin always ended the movies after that scene because he knew that the next one would be the otter or cub getting fucked and while part of him found it exciting he just couldn’t see himself ever letting someone do that to him. Kelvin’s senior year started off unremarkably enough. By this time he had settled on going away for school, hopefully to Columbia where he’d have access to New York City and could leave small town Endicott behind. He could remake himself into whomever he wanted. No one would know him and it was a chance to start completely over if he wanted. Fall flew by and college application deadlines came and went. By the start of winter break, Kelvin was eager for the New Year and news about Columbia. He’d also told his father he was no longer interested in his regimen of enhancers but agreed to continue to hit the gym. And now, here he was, recently 18 and accepted to Columbia for the fall and the promise of a new life was just a few months away. His battle against the inevitable 5 o’clock shadow had led him to abandon all attempts at being cleaned shaven. Instead, he opted for leaving a day or two’s growth on his face – not quite a beard, but a short, neat patch of hair. Since his freshman year, Kevin had grown in height to about 5’10” and 195 pounds of muscle. His icy blue eyes stood out from his dirty blonde head of hair and the darker hair of his beard and body. The day after Kelvin had received his acceptance letter he was showering after gym class. He had waited until after his classmates had finished, as usual, since he was still conscientious of the differences between his and his classmates’ bodies. He was letting his mind wander about the freedoms he’d experience at Columbia, including maybe the chance to present himself on his knees to a hot older guy. His dick started to harden at the thought and Kelvin smiled. Suddenly, he heard a cough behind him and turned quickly – forgetting his half hardened dick was lifting into the air. “Hey, Kelvin!” It was Coach Foley, his gym teacher for the past two years. “I heard you got some good news the other day.” Kelvin gulped and felt the blood rush from his face. Coach Foley was about 35 years old and a former collegiate soccer player. He was perhaps a couple inches taller than Kelvin but not nearly as massive. Coach Foley had retained the upper body of his soccer player form but also had some of the softness that occurs as guys get older but still work out. His legs were solid unlike the softness of his upper body. Just looking at them, were convincing enough to believe that he was still actively running and kicking soccer balls daily. His gym shorts left little to the imagination, a good sized bulge forming in the front indicating either ample meat, potatoes or both. Coach’s hoodie was zipped up about 3/4 ‘s of the way and thick black hair pushed its way out all the way to just below his neck. His face sported a cheesy pornstache which looked oddly appropriate for him. Coach smiled as he noticed Kelvin assessing him. “Good,” he thought, “boy’s definitely showing some interest. I’m thinking this is going to go exactly as I planned.” Coach flexed his dick, tenting his shorts briefly, and watched Kelvin’s eyes get bigger while chuckling to himself. “I know things have been tough for you the last few years and just wanted to let you know how great it is that Columbia knows what a great catch you are.” “Uh, thanks, Coach Foley,” Kelvin stammered. Despite his embarrassment at getting caught staring, his dick refused to get the message to stand down. In fact, at the sight of coach’s dick suddenly tenting out his shorts, Kelvin felt his dick fill with even more blood and move from a downward position to nearly horizontal. Kelvin had always considered himself pretty normal in the cock department. Compared to the videos he watched Kelvin wasn’t exactly huge. Topping out at just shy of 8” long and about 6” thick he wasn’t nearly as big as the guys in the video. Coach Foley, appearing to ignore Kelvin’s obvious discomfort and pelvic reactions, continued on. “What classes do you have this afternoon? I’ve got the last two periods off for planning and would love for you to come by and we can celebrate your good news. And, of course, your recent birthday.” Coach smiled. Eighteen. The magic number. He’d been waiting all fall semester for the New Year and the opportunities it might bring. “Ummm, I’ve got AP physics and AP English, but my last two periods are study halls since I’m a year ahead in History and don’t have to take any more,” Kelvin responded. Coach nodded, but he had already known the answer. He had checked Kelvin’s schedule for the spring and had traded with another coach so that he’d have back-to-back periods that matched Kelvin’s schedule. “Good. Stop by my office on your way out and pick up your pass,” Coach said. “And oh, by the way, don’t worry, all young guys get boners whenever the wind blows the wrong way.” Laughing Coach Foley headed off into the locker room. Kelvin once again felt his face blanch and turned to make sure his now engorged cock was out of sight. Kelvin quickly washed off and headed to the locker room, making sure he got a dousing of cold water in a failed attempt to bring his dick to heel. Coach Foley watched Kelvin finish cleaning off. Coach’s dick popped up again tenting out his shorts as he watched Kelvin bend over to wash his legs. Coach couldn’t quite see it, but he could imagine Kelvin’s pink, virgin butt hole amid the furry crack just aching to be cracked opened. As Kelvin finished up Coach Foley headed back to his office. He quickly filled out Kelvin’s pass and handed it to him as he passed by. “Looking forward to helping you celebrate. See you in a couple hours.” Kelvin nodded, smiled and headed out of the locker room. As Kelvin walked away Coach smiled to himself. Looks as if he had timed things just about right. Stopping his meds right after the New Year, he figured his viral load had grown exponentially and was approaching maximum toxicity. Sure it was a risk, stopping his meds every year, but it was his duty to pass on his viral RNA to the next generation of worthy recipients. Unlike others he knew, Coach Foley was interested in quality and not quantity of conversions. Sure he could rough his boys up with a toothbrush or scratch their insides with lengthened nails to help the virus penetrate and take hold of their bodies. Coach thought of himself as a purist, he believed that those worthy of the virus would accept it and wouldn’t need the help of a toothbrush or nail. A worthy individual’s body would welcome the virus and let it in. The virus just needed the time to figure out if the host would be worthy. For the last 5 years, Coach Foley had watched and chosen a senior he thought was worthy of the honor of being infected. Infection meant never having to worry about raw sex, the way men should enjoy it. It meant a release to seek out other men’s DNA and to spread it far and wide. Out of the last five years, two of his choices had been worthy. His first and second choices had not taken. While they had been fun fucks, the virus had rejected him. His first success, David, had converted within a couple weeks of his first insemination. He was now a Junior at UCLA and had let Coach know that he was helping to spread Coach’s virus all over Southern California. Zack, his choice the year after David, had also been found worthy. Over his spring break, Zack had been sick and Coach smiled as he thought of fuck flu raging through him. Sure enough, he had converted and was now at school at Old Miss where he was spreading Coach’s viral genes to drunk and closeted born again Christians. Last year had been a disappointment. After two years of worthy conversions, Tyler, despite repeated inseminations, sometimes three or four times a day had failed the test. Tyler had been a true cum whore taking as much cum as Coach could find him. It just showed that even the perfect whore may not be found worthy. It would have been nice if Tyler had been worthy, as a natural slut Coach could have counted on him spreading his seed far and wide. Things happen for a reason, he sighed, and thought about Kelvin heading off to Columbia, with Coach’s DNA swimming in his bodily fluid and smiled. He noticed a small drop of pre-cum form on the head of his cock as it poked from beneath is gym shorts. A good sign that Kelvin might very well be worthy. As Kelvin wandered off to lunch after gym, he replayed what had just happened. Coach Foley had always been nice to Kelvin and, in fact, he had known his father. But something was odd about his interaction with Coach Foley. Had he just imagined seeing Coach’s dick jump inside his shorts as Kelvin’s cock grew and he had caught Kelvin staring? No, Kelvin must have been imagining things. After all those videos, he knew it was all just wishful thinking. Coach was just being nice and it was good knowing that someone recognized Kelvin’s achievement. Kelvin’s own dad had not managed to grunt out more than a perfunctory “congratulations” before disappearing into the cellar and back to his homebrew. Kelvin smiled, yes it was good that someone had noticed and it was someone one he respected like Coach Foley made it even better. And a quiet voice deep within his groin agreed that it was good that someone hot like Coach Foley had noticed. Lunch and afternoon classes seemed to crawl by. Kelvin found himself fingering the hall pass in his pockets as each period came to an end. By the time 8th period came around the hall pass had been worn thin. As he took his seat his hand once again went to the pass. Some doubts entered his mind. “Should I go?” he asked himself. “What if I get another boner? What would Coach think of that?” He fiddled a few more minutes with pass until finally picking himself up from his seat and heading toward the front. “Yes?” Miss Padakula asked. Kelvin fumbled with the pass and gave it to her. “Lucky you,” she said as she signed it and handed it back to Kelvin. “I’d give just about anything to get out of here myself.” Kelvin nodded a headed out to the gym. Kelvin didn’t know why, but his heart was racing and he kept having to remind himself to slow down. It wasn’t a race but somehow his body wasn’t aware of that fact. He moved through the corridors and soon found himself in front of the locker room. He hesitated for a moment but then screwed up his courage and walked in. Coach Foley’s office was the back, out of the way. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d just wander into without actively looking for it. As Kelvin approached the office he saw Coach seated at his desk with his back to the door. Coach’s office was a pretty good size. Having a winning football team had its advantages. His office was decent sized, housing a small desk and chair as well as couch along one wall. There was a single door, now wide open, with a thin slit of a window that was covered with paper like most of the teachers did to prevent people from staring in or students from looking out toward freedom. Coach Foley had his legs propped up on one side of the desk. His gym shorts slipping down just enough to leave his upper thighs visible and the narrow band of a jack strap along the edge. “Hey, Coach Foley. Made it,” Kelvin declared obviously. Coach turned around and smiled at Kelvin’s attempt at small talk. “So you did. Come on in and have a seat. Just grabbing a Coke here. Let me get you one and we’ll have a toast.” Coach Foley reached over to a small fridge and pulled out two Cokes. He handed one to Kelvin as Kelvin made his way to the couch. Kelvin accepted the open bottle and sat on the couch. Holding the Coke in his lap and leaning slightly forward. Coach began, “So, let’s have a toast to Kelvin for his early acceptance to Columbia! I also heard you might be getting a scholarship?” “Yeah,” said Kelvin, “I actually have a full ride.” Kelvin smiled. He hadn’t said that aloud to anyone and realized how proud that made him feel. Coach could see the satisfaction on Kelvin’s face and continued. “Okay, so that deserves a double celebration! So, a double celebration means we chug our first ones and grab another. You ready?” asked Coach Foley a glint in his eye. “Okay, if those are the rules,” Kelvin smiled back. Coach raised his bottle and tapped the top of Kelvin’s bottle then brought it to his lips and began to chug. Kelvin raced to keep up and began downing his Coke. The soda had a bit of an odd taste which Kelvin noticed but rapidly was lost in the effort to get it all down in one gulp. Coach Foley finished first and Kelvin saw Coach watching intently as Kelvin finished. A crooked smile crossed Coach Foley’s face. “Good job! Let’s crack open another one. Sorry it’s not beer, but I don’t really want to get busted for getting an 18-year-old drunk,” Coach Foley explained. Get him drunk? No. Have him spun out on G? Hell, yeah. Coach Foley started chatting with Kelvin making small talk, asking about his plans, his classes, and his work-outs. As they talked over the next 15 minutes Kelvin was thinking how easy it was to talk with Coach Foley. Where he was nervous before he felt himself relaxing and settling into the conversation. As Coach Foley talked, Kelvin’s attention began to wander. He kept finding his eyes wandering to either Coach Foley’s half-zipped hoodie and the hairy chest beneath or slipping down to Coach’s shorts and the bulge there. Every so often Kelvin would catch himself staring and raise his eyes to meet Coach’s eyes. Each time he thought he caught the glimpse of another smile. He was also sure that each time his eyes wander to Coach Foley’s groin the bulge there grew in size. Finally, after several minutes, he was sure he could make out the outline of a thick shaft lengthening along Coach’s thigh. Kelvin answered all of Coach Foley’s questions and, in between, took gulps from his second Coke. As he finished his second Coke, Kelvin slid back into the couch and closed his eyes for a minute. Opening them, he saw Coach Foley adjusting himself and staring down at Kelvin. “So, Kelvin. Haven’t heard about you dating anyone. Got your eye on anyone?” Kelvin felt a big lump form in his throat and gulped it down. “I, uh, have been pretty busy with school so I don’t really have time for other things,” as he let his thought trail off. “Funny,” started Coach Foley, “I’ve noticed you checking me out. You like what you see?” Coach watched Kelvin’s face and the struggle that appeared to be going on. “It’s OK, man,” Coach continued “Some guys like guys and some like girls and some like both. I’m actually pretty flattered that a guy as hot as you would even look at a guy like me.” Kelvin’s heart raced and his stomach clenched. Coach appeared to notice his loss for words but continued, “Haven’t told anyone you’re gay yet, huh? Probably not even yourself.” Coach laughed lightly, “In fact, would it help for you to know that I’m also gay? And not only am I flattered you think I’m worth staring at, but I’ve been checking you out since you started in my class junior year.” Kelvin was torn. A voice inside him screamed for him to get up and walk out, that this was wrong and shouldn’t be happening. Another voice though smoothed over the warning and urged Kelvin to tell Coach what he was feeling, to jump on board and let Coach know the secret that he had been hiding from everyone, including himself. “Coach,” he started, “you’re right. I’m gay.” With those words a heavy weight seemed to lift from Kelvin and something inside him broke open. “God, I’ve been staring at you thinking how hot you are and how much I want to touch you and press up against your naked furry body.” Kelvin suddenly shut up realizing he may have gone too far. Coach got up and walked over to the couch, bending over to pull Kelvin to standing only inches from his own body. “Kelvin, tell me what you want. I know you’ve been waiting, I’ve seen it in your eyes.” As he said this his hand slipped to Kelvin’s jeans and the growing bulge that was there. Squeezing Kelvin’s growing cock tightly, he leaned in and whispered in Kelvin’s ear, “I know you want to feel my cock. Go ahead and grab it. You’ve never held another man’s cock have you?” Kelvin shook his head, still unable to speak. Kelvin’s hands went to Coach Foley’s waist and down into his gym shorts. He could feel Coach’s jock and the solid shaft within it that he had noticed earlier. “Let me get these off. I’m pretty sure they are only going to get in the way,” Coach said as he took a step back. He pulled down his zipper on the hoodie, removed and tossed it onto his chair. Next, he released his gym shorts which dropped to the floor leaving him naked except for the black jock strap that cradled his balls and restrained his thick burgeoning boner. He slid back up to Kelvin and grabbed both sides of his face lifting Kelvin’s eyes into his own. “Close your eyes and reach down for my cock,” Coach Foley murmured just inches from Kelvin’s face. As Kelvin shut his eyes and lowered his hand to Coach Foley’s groin he felt Coach’s hot breath on his face and felt Coach’s lips press against Kelvin’s as Kelvin’s hand slid down to wrap around Coach’s hard and thickened dick. Kelvin gasped slightly as Coach’s tongue probed against his lips and pressed past into his mouth. Coach’s pornstache was soft compared to Kelvin’s scruff. He could feel it brushing against him as Coach’s tongue explored every inch of Kelvin’s mouth. Kelvin let out a second gasp as he tried to wrap his hand around Coach’s cock. It was so thick his hand could barely get around it. Kelvin’s own dick jumped in anticipation and strained against his underwear and jeans. He could feel his balls ache as if his semen was boiling in his balls seeking desperate release. His shaft was growing rapidly, becoming engorged with blood. He fumbled as he worked Coach’s shaft feeling the thick mushroom head and the large piss slit which was oozing sticky pre-cum. With each exploration of Kelvin’s hands Coach pressed deeper into Kelvin’s hungry mouth wrestling his tongue into submission. As suddenly as it began, Coach pulled his face away from Kelvin still holding the sides of his face. “Good boy,” encouraged Coach Foley, “How did that feel?” Kelvin could only moan as his hands continued to explore every vein of Coach’s shaft and weighed his cum-laden balls in the cup of his hand. Coach took a step back and Kelvin’s hand fell in front of him. Coach Foley took in Kelvin from head to crotch and smiled. “Two things will make this better. First, you have too many clothes on. So lose ‘em. All of them. I want you naked in front of me. NOW.” The last word came out strong and as a command. Kelvin was overwhelmed. Every fiber of his body needed this and needed to do what Coach asked, no what Coach ordered him to do. He quickly lost his shirt and pants, only hesitating as he reached for his underwear. Coach Foley’s eyes, however, bored into his own and the command repeated in Kelvin’s head. NOW! Kelvin was now naked in front of Coach looking into Coach’s eyes which locked onto Kelvin’s. “Good. You can follow directions,” Coach stated matter-of-factly as he stepped forward. “Just listen and do what I say, Kelvin. I know how to make you feel good, feel needed. Right now I want you to bend down and take my nipple in your mouth.” Kelvin dutifully lowered his head finding the nipple with his lips. “Now, start sucking. Keep it up until I say otherwise. I want you nursing on Coach’s teat because that makes Coach rock hard.” Kelvin concentrated on Coach’s nipple, at first tonguing it gently. As he worked the nipple Coach pressed Kelvin’s head from behind forcing him to work the nipple deeper and harder. Kelvin felt Coach’s cock pulsing against his thigh with each suckling. “See, how Coach likes that?” he heard Coach ask. Kelvin could only slightly nod his head in response. After a few minutes Coach switched Kelvin to his other nipple to be serviced. Coach moaned as Kelvin worked the nipples. Coach’s dick seemed impossibly hard and large against Kevin’s thigh. Coach slowly pulled Kelvin from his nipple and stared into Kelvin who’s eye were glassy, a sign that his G-infused blood was in total control. Coach smiled and as Kelvin looked into his face he spat into Kelvin’s open mouth catching Kelvin by surprise. “Bitch, you’re mine,” he growled. “You’re my fucking cum dump from now on. Whether it’s spit or cum,” or other fluids in the future Coach thought wickedly, “you’ll swallow them and thank Coach for choosing you.” Kelvin nodded and licked his lips swallowing the last of Coach’s spit. “Good. Now that we have that understanding,” Coach began, “it’s time to start feeding you coach’s gift of cum. His DNA. The more cum Coach loads into you the more likely you are to continue to grow into a fucking man.” At that Coach grabbed both of Kelvin’s nipples and squeezed tightly. A shock of electricity shot through his nipples and down to his dick which had continued to throb and demand release causing it to press firmly against his belly. Coach pulled down on Kelvin’s nipples and Kelvin’s knees buckled. “Good boy. Down on your knees. Time to worship Coach’s meat with that cock sucking hole of yours. Once you get Coach all the way down that pretty little virgin throat of yours, he’s gonna dump a load of his DNA down your gullet.” Kelvin went to his knees and as he did Coach’s hands when to Kevin’s shoulders and guided him to the floor. Coach’s jock was inches from Kelvin’s face and he could smell the sweat from Coach’s balls. It made him a bit dizzy but he managed to focus on the bulging pouch in front of him. Coach’s hands went to his sides and lowered his jock freeing his thick cock and balls. Kelvin sat mesmerized. Coach’s dick was shorter than Kelvin’s probably just shy of 7” but it was thicker than he imagined. Coach’s shaft was at least 8” around and looked more like a Red Bull can than a dick. A large drop of pre-cum glistened at Coach’s piss slit. He could see shining residue coating the front of Coach’s jock, evidence of massive amounts of jizz that Coach had been leaking. Coach Foley’s balls hung low and were easily a double handful. With their size they promised a large load of cum when finally released and Kelvin, unconsciously, licked his lips with that final thought. “Start with the head, Kelvin. Open your jaw wide and take the head in. See how it tastes. You’ll need to try and relax, because once we get started, we won’t be stopping until my balls are against you chin and my head is swollen in your throat and ready to feed you your first load of Coach’s cum.” Kelvin’s eyes stayed glued to the monster dick in front of him. It seemed impossible that he would be able to swallow it. He leaned forward while Coach pushed his hips toward Kelvin and the head popped into Kelvin’s mouth. Kelvin could taste the salt and sweat of Coach’s head and it made his head swim. Once inside he could taste the pre-cum which had been coating Coach’s jock. Salty and slippery his tongue slid around the tip and spread the pre-cum through his mouth. He had always thought of cum as sticky but when mixed with the spit in his mouth it became slick and he could feel Coach’s head slide more easily within his jaw. Coach smiled. He could feel Kelvin’s tongue on his cock head and knew that he was exploring the benefits of pre-cum. As Kelvin seemed to adjust to Coach’s girth, Coach shifted his hips sliding his dick down another inch or so. Kelvin’s expression became slightly panicked but Coach placed his hand on the back of Kelvin's head and rubbed it slowly. “Remember,” said Coach, “relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. You’ve got a lot more to go and you need to make it easy on yourself.” He could feel Kelvin relax as he stroked his head and told him how good he was doing. Kelvin had unconsciously started sucking on Coach’s cock. Coach always had his boys start with the nipples and this was why. After working Coach’s nipples sucking on a cock was a natural progression. It also primed his boys for the signals that he would use for Kelvin to suck harder and deeper like he had with the nipples. Kelvin had the first couple inches in now, but the remaining 4” would be the real test. Bending over slightly and holding Kelvin’s head in place he reached for a small brown vial he had made sure was placed within reach. “Ok, Kelvin. So far you’re a prime dick sucker but in order to get Coach’s load we need to get the rest of this dick down your throat. When I put this vial under your nostril I want you to breathe in deeply. It may burn slightly, but keep it up for as long as you can.” Kelvin nodded as best he could with his mouth wrapped around Coach’s dick. Coach lowered the bottle with one hand and pressed his other hand’s finger against Kelvin’s other nostril. “Inhale now, deep as you can,” Coach ordered. Kelvin breathed in deep and the smell slammed into him like a freight train. He rode it out and continued to inhale as Coach had instructed. His head began to swim and he felt Coach switch the bottle to his other hand and plug his other nostril. Without a word, Kelvin again inhaled deeply for as long as he could. The rush was less intense now that he had felt it once but his head continued to swim. Coach repeated it once more in each nostril before setting the bottle down and placing his hands on the back of Kelvin’s head. Kelvin’s head was swimming and he felt as if he might black out. “Now we’ll see how much you want Coach’s load.” Coach gently and steadily pushed his hips forward and applied pressure to the back of Kelvin’s head forcing him further down the shaft. Coach knew that they were getting to the critical point when he felt the edges of Kelvin’s throat on his dick’s head. Gently he rubbed Kelvin’s head and whispered, “Take a deep breath and relax.” Kelvin took a deep breath and again his head swam. Coach pushed his hips toward Kelvin while also using his hands massaging the joint of his jaw on both sides. Steadily as his hips advanced, Coach also pushed Kelvin's head further down the monstrous shaft. At first, Coach could feel resistance as his cockhead pushed against the narrowed opening of Kelvin's throat. Coach Foley continued to thrust forward and work Kelvin’s jaw at its hinge with his fingers. Coach could see a small tear form in the corner of Kelvin’s eye and Coach knew Kelvin was doing his best. The sight of Kelvin straining to get Coach's mushroom head past the start of his throat, caused Coach’s dick to stiffen in anticipation. As it did, Coach felt the familiar ‘pop’ as his head slid out of Kelvin’s mouth and into his throat. The last two inches of Coach’s shaft slid easily into Kelvin’s maw once Coach’s cockhead was nestled in his throat. Coach smiled. Not even a single gag, Kelvin was good, maybe good enough to be worthy, but they had time for that and Kelvin still needed to finish this lesson. Kelvin had been straining to admit Coach’s head into his throat and after last the deep breath, there was a silent but noticeable pop, as his throat relaxed and Coach’s masive head slid smoothly into Kelvin's throat. As Coach Foley’s hips moved forward the head slipped further down his throat, and before he realized it, Coach’s balls were resting against his chin. Kelvin sighed and relaxed further as his throat snuggly embraced Coach’s mushroom head and the final couple of inches of the shaft. Coach stayed still allowing Kelvin to get used to the monstrous cock lodged in his throat. Again Coach reached for the brown vial and again Kelvin dutifully inhaled as if moved from one nostril to the other. The now familiar rush rolled over him. He felt completely relaxed and felt as if he could feel every vein of the shaft buried deep in him. Coach was smiling. Now came the fun part. Coach began rocking his hips back and forth while keeping a hold on Kelvin’s head. He felt his cockhead slide smoothly in Kelvin’s throat, enveloping him and smoothly sliding along Kelvin’s throat. As he became certain Kelvin was tolerating his small thrusts he made his thrusts longer and deeper. Kelvin came close to gagging a time or two but Coach’s hands rubbed at the joint in Kelvin’s jaw and the gagging stop as Kelvin relaxed. Kelvin’s throat was smooth and Coach knew that it wouldn’t be long until his first load was deep inside Kelvin but he wasn’t in a rush either, enjoying the steady tempo and building need to blow. Kelvin was completely lost in the flood of sensations. He could feel his throat as it massaged Coach’s head with each pelvic thrust and could feel his own dick stiffen. He moved his hand to grab his dick and began stroking himself, slowly at first but then becoming more frenetic as his balls ached to spew their load. Suddenly Coach’s hips stopped and Kelvin felt Coach smack the side of his head hard enough to get Kelvin’s attention. Kelvin immediately dropped his hands from his dick and sat motionless with Coach’s cock deep in his throat. “Focus on ME, Kelvin,” coached growled. “You’re my fuck toy and you need to show me you’re willing to work to get Coach’s cum. You’ll get your chance after I finish and only then. If you EVER cum before me, you’ll be out on your ass and will never get another drop of Coach’s cum. You understand?” A passing moment of fear raced through Kelvin’s mind at the thought of never feeling Coach inside him again. He nodded as best he could and folded his arms behind his back to help remove all temptation to grab his own dick. “Good,” growled Coach. “I’m glad we understand each other.” Once Kelvin’s hands were away Coach returned to thrusting his hips, increasing his tempo even more. Now without the distraction of his own dick, Kelvin’s attention focused in on the shaft penetrating his throat. The rest of him faded away and all he could feel was his throat and all he wanted was to show Coach how much he deserved that load of cum. As he focused in he realized that by flexing his throat he could tighten on the downstroke and release on the upstroke. As he experimented with this new found ability he heard Coach moan loudly. “Shit, Kelvin,” coached breathed heavily, “You’re a quick learner.” Kelvin felt Coach’s tempo increase and he worked his muscles to keep up. Coach’s breaths were short and rapid. “Fuck Kelvin, I’m about to shoot. You better make sure that every single drop goes down. Coach doesn’t want a single drop spilled.” Kelvin tried his best to make a noise indicating he understood. “Here it comes, bitch!” and Coach Foley roared out as his dick began to convulse. Kelvin could feel every wave as Coach’s cum flooded down the thick shaft and deep into Kelvin’s throat. At first, Kelvin thought he might choke but he pulled Coach’s head as far down into his throat as he could. Kelvin lost count after five spurts of cum slid down his throat. He felt almost like he was drowning. Coach’s cum was viscous and he could feel it sliding deep down inside him. Eventually, Coach’s thrust became less frenzied and Kelvin could feel the massive cock deflate slightly but still it filled his now cum lubricated throat. “Now that was a fucking blow job!” Coach exclaimed. “Hope that was a good load. It was at least 4 days’ worth.” Coach relaxed but left the head of his dick resting in Kelvin’s throat. “Now it’s your turn Kelvin. Show me exactly how much you enjoyed swallowing Coach’s load.” Kelvin hesitated at first remembering Coach’s previous warning but the aching of his dick and the tightness in his balls won out. Kelvin barely managed three strokes before he felt his balls lurch upward and felt spurt after spurt of cum land on the floor behind Coach Foley. “Yeah, we’ve got a shooter here,” Coach applauded. As his orgasm died down he looked at the wads of cum which covered the floor. Kelvin had never cum like that before nor had he ever spewed that much cum. Coach patted Kelvin’s head and slowly tilted his hips back allowing his cockhead to once again ‘pop’ past the narrow entry of Kelvin’s throat and slip out of his mouth leaving a trail of spent cum as it slid out. Coach grabbed Kelvin by the nipples, squeezing them tightly while pulling him up from his knees. Kelvin found himself face to face with Coach Foley who was grinning widely, obviously happy. Coach bent over and once again pressed his lips firmly against Kelvin’s and invading Kelvin’s mouth once again with his thick and powerful tongue. As they locked for several minutes he felt Coach’s hands reach behind him and squeeze Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin shivered slightly and Coach backed his tongue and lips away. “Nothing better than tasting my cum in your mouth, Kelvin. You managed to swallow that huge load and I’m pretty impressed.” Kelvin smiled at the compliment. As each of them fished for their clothes Coach said, “Now we need to discuss a few things. First, as we discussed, you’re now my fuck toy to use as I want, whenever I want. In return, you’ll get a regular diet of my cum to grow strong on.” Kelvin nodded. He couldn’t imagine ever not wanting to take another of Coach’s load. “Second,” continued Coach, your ass will be down here every 8th and 9th period from now until the end of the school year. I’ve written a note to your counselor stating that you’ll be taking weight training as an independent study course. That will ensure we have plenty of opportunities for you to get fed regularly.” Coach smiled. “And of course, once we’re both comfortable and need a little variety maybe we’ll work on busting that other cherry of yours.” A worried look passed over Kelvin’s face and he spoke softly, “Uh, I don’t want to piss you off Coach but I don’t think I’m much interested in getting fucked.” Kelvin dropped his eyes knowing that Coach could very well tell Kelvin to get his ass out. “Kelvin,” Coach sighed, “Let’s make a deal. We don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with and will stick with what we both enjoy. If there comes a time, though, that you change your mind, I’m going to make you ask for it. Maybe even beg for it. And like our previous deal, once you agree, your ass will literally be mine to use. Deal?” Coach Foley saw a look of relief pass over Kelvin’s face. “Sure Coach,” said Kelvin, “That’s a deal I can live up to.” Coach smiled as Kelvin picked up his clothes and headed out into the locker room for a quick shower and to get dressed. It was a deal Coach could live with too. Kelvin was going to make this a challenge and Coach loved a challenge. Even with a high viral load, Coach wasn’t likely to get enough cum deep enough into Kelvin during just oral sex to see if he was worthy of Coach’s virus. He’d have to make sure that by June he had enough cum swimming inside Kelvin’s guts to determine if he was worthy. Already this looked like this could be a challenge. But Coach always liked challenges and he always played to win.

I had been working in the city for several weeks before I found the bar. It was down a dark, run down side street and only obvious from the gaudy neon light outside. I had read about it online, and most of the reviews used words and phrases like 'filthy', 'sleazy', and 'full of older men'. The prevailing opinion was you only went there once just to see how awful it was. I, on the other hand, was attracted to it precisely because of the sleaze and the sense of depravity in the reviews. For some reason I find myself drawn to encounters which would disgust most people, (although I had not had many such encounters myself). Well, once inside the bar, the music was playing loudly, and the dim lighting revealed the bar counter, a dance floor and a selection of tired and grimy tables and chairs. About six guys occupied the bar stools, chatting to the barman, who was a large, middle aged man with glasses. Somewhat nervously, even if excited, I took a spare bar stool and ordered a beer. Three of the guys on the corner of the wooden counter were giving me the eye as they chatted - a thin old guy probably in his sixties with a cap and thick spectacles, a fat guy about the same age whose polo shirt only just covered his heavy belly which hung over greasy trousers, and a younger, chubby guy with a pale face which shone with sweat, which was framed by thin, mousy hair. The man seated next to me greeted me, and we chatted for a while, which also served to calm me down so I could relax. After a while, I plucked up some courage and asked "So, does this place have a ... you know... dark room, or some place like that?" He gave me a wry smile. "Just downstairs. The toilets in the basement. That’s where the guys go and get up to all sorts." I sipped some more beer, feeling my palms getting sweaty and my heart beat faster. "But if you go down there, be careful with your wallet. It's easy to get your pocket picked when someone's sucking you off." I blushed and nodded. "Can't be too careful." "Oh, and use a condom." Uh oh. I thought, here comes the safe sex lecture. He must have seen my expression because he shook his head and said "No, I mean it. This 'ain't Disneyland. You let a guy in you bare down there, and you'll likely get knocked up, if you know what I mean. Some of them would love to get in your pants and give you a dirty load." My heart skipped a beat and I felt excitement and fear in equal measure. "Anyway," he said, tapping my shoulder, "I just thought you should know. I'm going outside for a cigarette." He got down heavily from the stool and disappeared outside. The guys at the bar were ignoring me now. I took another sip of beer, then went over to the narrow, dimly lit stairs to the basement toilets. At the bottom, a left turn led to a small space containing two cubicles with broken locks and a filthy sink. The urinals were straight ahead from the foot of the stairs, behind a screening wall. There was no one there. I didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. I was in the area next to the cubicles when I heard a step behind me. I turned to see the three guys from the bar crowding into the space. They didn't say anything, but the thin guy with the thick glasses began to rub a rather large bulge in his threadbare trousers. I gave them a nervous smile, aware of my own trousers tightening at the groin. He slowly unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out a thick, stiff cock. I took his cock in my hand, feeling the warm, silky flesh in my palm. "Do you want to suck it, mate?" he asked. The sixty-four thousand dollar question. The moment when I could still make a choice to stay or go. I made my choice, and bent forward and took him in my mouth, tasting the salty sweatiness as he dug in a pocket and took out some poppers. I heard him sniff deeply, then the bottle was offered to me. I stopped sucking long enough to take a big hit, feeling the chemical course through me. My inhibitions wash away, so I eagerly resumed sucking him. The bottle, meanwhile, was passed between the men and the powerful aroma filled the small space. I felt a hand grab my arse and stroke it through the material of my trousers. " Nice arse," said a gruff voice behind me. "Let's see it, then." I fumbled with my belt and zip, and then my trousers slid down to my ankles. I felt rough fingers dig into the waistband of my underpants and pull them down, exposing my bare bottom. I continued to suck the cock, until he lifted my chin and straightened me up, before kissing me on the mouth. I gasped as his tongue slid between my lips and I tasted beer and cigarettes on his breath. He laughed as he pulled away. "Bend over the sink, matey," he said. The young chubby guy was sweating profusely and grinning like a Cheshire cat. He had dropped his trousers and pants as he wanked a thin, curved cock and was beside himself with excitement. Slowly, I turned and bent over the sink, grabbing the edge of the cold ceramic bowl. Beside me, the fat guy was humming happily to himself as he pulled the polo shirt over his head, revealing a fat, hairy torso, and flabby belly. His body odour filled the space as he dropped his trousers and a thick, stubby cock sprang up between his fat thighs. There was a grimy mirror above the sink. I saw my reflection, face flushed from the poppers, and behind me the thin guy digging a crumpled tube of KY from his pocket. He unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop on to his forefinger, and roughly worked it into my arsehole, the filthy, rough fingernail scratching my delicate skin. "Here we go," he remarked, dipping to push trousers and pants down, then waddling behind me and sniffing from the brown bottle. I had one last moment of sanity. "Don't...don't you want a condom?" He chuckled and handed me the bottle. "Naw, we're all friends here, 'ain't we?" The young man giggled. " Fuck him, Bill!" I sniffed the poppers, felt a moment's fear as Bill pushed forward and then his cock slid up me in a delicious, slippery rush and I gasped and sagged over the sink. "There we go," Bill whispered and began to slide slowly in and out of me. "Jesus, he's got a nice arse!" He said to the others. "Proper smooth and wet." He fucked me for a few minutes as the other two clustered round and probed under my stomach to feel the base of the cock sticking in me. Suddenly, footsteps sounded on the stairs. I would have got up but the others seemed unconcerned, and whatever the case, I was pinned to the sink. In the doorway stood the man from the bar who had warned me about being careful. His face was a comic mixture of shock, disgust and lust as our eyes met. Bill stood back, and the man could clearly see his cock was bare and glistening with lube. "Want some, mate?" The man blushed and shook his head, but he didn’t leave and I saw his hand begin to rub his crotch. "C'mon then, Jamie." said Bill. "Climb on and fill yer boots before you blow a fuse!" The chubby young man waddled behind me and eagerly pressed his cock into my hole. It was thin and curved with a mushroom head, and went in easily. Unlike Bill, he fucked me in short furious strokes, gasping with pleasure as the sweat dripped from his chin on to my bare buttocks, "Oh..oh yeah..uuuh..uuuh." he grunted as Bill pressed the bottle to my nose. " Fuck 'im Jamie! " growled the fat man, " Give 'im that dirty load of yours!" My head swam from the poppers and I heard my voice squealing with pleasure and animal lust as the young man's movements got faster and more urgent. "Here...here it comes...aah!" he gasped, and I felt his cock stiffen and throb and knew he was spurting in me. At last he relaxed, and pulled out, staggering back to lean against the wall. I felt a drool of sperm run down over my scrotum and was aghast at what I'd done. Yet I didn't move. I looked at my swollen face in the mirror and licked my lips in shame and lust. The man was still standing in the doorway, rubbing his crotch. But now he was shaking his head slowly and looking at me as if to say "You stupid bastard." I felt a heavy body behind me and the flabby belly being lifted on to my buttocks as the stubby cock nosed at my hole. Bill bent beside me and kissed me again, remarking "There now, didn't I say we were all friends?" The fat cock slid into my dripping hole and began to mechanically fuck me. I gasped and hung onto the bowl as he rode me, all the time looking at the man who was shaking his head, but now had his cock out as the young man knelt before him and sucked it. "More than friends," puffed the fat man as he started to thrust fast and hard into me. "He's gonna be family after we knock him up!" then he grunted like a pig and shuddered all over as he came in me. He pulled back and I straightened up, feeling the sperm from two loads sliding out of me. Bill was grinning and he ruffled my hair. "Dirty bastard, ‘aren’t you?" The fat man pulled on his clothes, belched and disappeared upstairs for a drink. Idly, I watched the young man's head bobbing back and forth until the man gasped and spurted into his mouth. Not meeting my eyes, he scurried out. Jamie got up and pulled his trousers up, his mouth wet with spit and cum as Bill fastened his trousers. "Don't you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Not yet, mate. We've got a whole evening ahead of us.”

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CHAPTER 7: The Sex Party - Part 1 We park a distance away from the house. As we’re making our way towards it, it strikes me how ordinary it is compared with the others; nothing about it seems particularly special here. I feel a light buzz from the alcohol and the butterflies are creeping up on my stomach. I’m pretty sure with that firm grip Mike can feel my left hand sweating. I feel light headed, I think, “How many times will I get fucked tonight?” I feel like there will be lots and lots of hot sex – I’m horny, excited and scared all at the same time. The scared part of me feels as though, if I’m going to go through with this, then I really need to make peace with the very real possibility of ending up HIV+ now. Honestly. An HIV+ man is fucking me bareback on a regular basis right now and I beg for his cum every time – I must be ok with this outcome, right? Chris is fucking me regularly I’m just not sure I’ve thought this through, or how I’ll even react if I get that news one day. The carnal part of my brain isn’t having any of this nonsense. Mike is holding onto me, there’s obvious lumps in our pants and right now I know we both want to be rode hard and put up wet. I know I need it raw, and I want lots and lots of cum, deep in my ass. I refuse to let any fear of being HIV+ interfere with what my body is craving. I look at Mike, “Hey … you ok …”, “I’m good”, “No … I mean, are you ok if, … if I, …if” … I can’t find the words. I lower my voice, “You know,… if one of us ends up poz-itive”. Mike pulls me closer … he just looks at me and smiles, “We still gonna fuck?”, is all he says and laughs -- pig. I’m not sure why but this makes me feel better, I just nod and we both laugh. Mike squeezes my hand tighter and pulls me close against him, “Lots of hot fucking tonight babe”. When we get to the front door I’m thinking we should knock, but Mike knocks just once and we walk right in like we own the place. The house is elegant, nice architecture, there is crown molding nearly dripping off the walls. The lights are dim. I can barely make out the sounds of music and voices nearby, but can’t tell where exactly they are coming from. Mike guides me out of the Foyer to a room off to the left and it’s also quite striking. The room is nicely decorated and someone has setup a computer monitor with gay porn playing. I watch it for a moment, yep, guys fucking, guys breeding ass then the collage flips to a solid back ground with text on it, “ - Clothes up here - Come downstairs - Bareback only “ I look at Mike and he’s already got his shirt off, “Get naked babe”. Having not done this before I look a little lost but I follow Mike’s lead and soon we’re both naked, “Clothes over here”, and he points to a piece of furniture with some cubby holes for storage, “Follow me”. I’m glad he’s here. Mike grabs my hand again and we go down what seems to be the only obvious staircase. When we get to bottom of the stairs Mike release my hand and we enter another room that is even more dimly lit; it feels almost like another Foyer. The music and voices are louder now and it has an almost club like feel to it. Unlike the upstairs though this isn’t nearly as formal, and there’s actually someone waiting here for us. “Hey guys … hey Mike”, he says, and grabs Mike and immediately pulls him in for a hug and a kiss. He’s a very hot guy and for a moment I naively think he might be our host. He looks late 30’s, short black hair with a smattering of gray, well-trimmed beard and enough chest hair to give me ideas. He’s wearing a glowing red arm band, a leather chest harness and a shiny chrome cock ring. “Fuck … I hope he’s a top”, escapes my lips softly before I even realize what I’m saying. He breaks the kiss, “And who’s your cute friend?”, as he looks right at me, “Mark this is my friend Kev … Kev … Mark”. “Nice” is the only word that comes out of my mouth as I’m looking down at his cock. When I look back up he grabs me and pulls me in for the same greeting he gave Mike. Releasing me, “Ok first thing… assume you saw the monitor upstairs, bare only”, he smiling widely as he says this, “Also”, pointing at a small table with a whole bunch of stuff on it, “I guess you guys didn’t wear a jock tonight? It’s alright … all bottoms are required to cover their cock, the host likes it that way and always provides a few extra or…“, and his voice changes slightly, “…if you’re feeling adventurous there are some of these” and he points at a few odd looking contraptions. Mike pipes up, “Chastity device?”, Mark just nods, “Yep”. Without so much as a word Mark hands Mike a red jock, Mike kind of laughs, “And … Kev will take one of the cock locks”, I know I must look like a deer caught in headlights as they both laugh, but Mark hands me one of them. “Your cock and balls go in there… then this goes on … “, and he’s demonstrating as he explains, “Do I really need to…”, he looks at me, “No no… you can wear a jock too if you want actually, but these things will definitely test how much of a committed bottom you are”. I’m feeling playful, I look at the device a bit and nod, “What the hell … I’ll give it a try”. Mark smiles. He helps me lock my cock up as Mike gets his jock on, now our cocks are covered; its snug, but I honestly feel like a total bottom wearing this thing. “If I get a hard on this is gonna hurt like hell”, “Yeah … don’t do that”, he says. “One more thing, the host always provides OraQuick tests for the bottoms, so you guys can maybe find out more than ‘I don’t know’’, if you haven’t tested in a while”. I just look at Mike with a question on my face. He realizes I’m still a little confused, “It’s just a mouth swab babe … “, and then he mouths the words, “H-I-V test”. Mark interrupts us, “Results take ehhhh… ‘bout 20 minutes”, I must look surprised, “… you don’t have to wait for ‘em sexy” and he’s opening the packs and handing us cotton swabs. “Swab your gums and then drop ‘em right in here”, he says as he’s coordinating all the little pieces and parts. We both swab our gums, “Then what happens?”, I ask. He smiles, I must seem so naïve, “Well when all is said and done, I’ll put a little envelope with one of these babies in your pants pocket for you”, holding up two colored cards. One of the cards is red with a “+” on it, and the other is white with a “-“ on it. “You can check out the result when you get home or whatever … white card means you got a negative result, and …”, I interject, “Red means poz”, he just smiles, “There you go!”. After put the swabs into the viles and he closes them up, I think, “That’s a hell of a way to find out you’re HIV+ after taking raw cock from positive men at a sexy party all night”. “Still think you’re neg, Mike?”, “Think so… dunno”, “And you sexy?”, he asks me. I sit there for a second thinking about just how much Chris and I have been fucking, “I … I don’t know either I guess”, Mike looks at me, “It’s cool babe”. “We the only ones here?”, I ask, “Nope couple of other guys got here just before you”. “When the party gets going you’ll notice that all the tops are wearing glowing wrist bands like this one”, as he makes obvious the glowing red band on his wrist, “Same colors as those cards … same meaning”, the muddles the rest, “Good luck finding a white one”. Then he looks slyly at me and grabs my ass, “Sure hope I get some of that tonight”, Mike laughs, “*cough* PIG *cough*” and that breaks up any sexual tension. My mind is going a million miles a second, but I’m not frightened, Chris has been breeding me for a while now, I’m used to taking poz cock, and I’m horny as fuck. When I look down at Mark’s big cock, I can see the veins, all I can think is how much, “I want that thing inside me right now”. “You gonna’ be doing this all night?”, I ask almost worried, “Haha … hardly … don’t worry, I’ll be joining the fun as soon as whoever else is coming gets here, things are locked up and these”, shaking one of the viles, “finish”. Then he says more seriously, “k guys … Got all that?” We both just respond with a, “Yeah”, but I can feel I’m still a little jittery. I look at Mike, he just gives me that sexy look of his, and I calm down. I start to ask Mark, “How long have …”, but Mike grabs my arm and shakes his head at me, and I realize it might be rude to ask that question and cut myself off. Mark seems to know what I’m getting at though and responds, “It’s cool Mike … I got diagnosed almost a year ago … I think I converted at one of these parties honestly”, and he laughs. I smile, I can’t take my eyes off that hot cock, “And you’re? … top? Nice.”, I want to feel him fucking it in and out of my ass. “Versa Top … “, he catches my attention and looks me directly in the eyes with a look that could cut steel, “… and incredibly horny tonight too, better watch out”, grabbing his dick and raising his eyebrows at me for emphasis. His faces changes to a shady grin saying those last few words in a tone that really says, “I’m gonna breed you hard, deep and raw”. I feel my heart racing –poz or not, I want that cock and his cum inside me. I look at his eyes, then his cock again and then back to his eyes. “Ok guys, before things get too hot and heavy in here let me show you where the other bottoms are ‘til things start”, and he points as the room continues around a corner. We go through a couple of small rooms and into another room with a bar and some couches and chairs for sitting. There are two guys already in the room talking and having a drink. I start thinking, “This is it then”, and as if Mark can read my mind he says, “This is where all the bottoms meet up before it gets crazy. Once I lock things up upstairs, the host will come by and get this show on the road … shouldn’t be long. Drinks over there, Mike I think you met Jacob last time, … and that other cutie’s name is Alec. You guys have fun.”, then he disappears. Jacob is wearing a red jock that looks exactly like Mike’s and Alec is wearing a white one, odd; I feel like the odd man out with my cock locked in this thing. Jacob looks like he’s about 23 or 24, 5’9” with blonde hair and a trimmed go-tee. Alec is Indian descent, young, he barely looks 18, then I kind of remember his face from one of the BBRT profiles, I think his profile actually states that he’s 19. As they greet us I can tell he’s about 5’6” with very dark brown hair, and unlike Jacob, clean shaving. Both of them are really cute, “Too bad they are bottoms”, I think. I start making a drink, “Kev … come over here”, Mike says and I see him sitting next to Alec and as I pour a drink they start lightly making out. I take a large sip of my drink and set it down and walk over plop down right next to Mike. Mike kisses me, “Guys Kev … Kev”, Jacob looks over at me, “Nice to meet you … been before?”, I shake my head no. “It’s a lot of hot sex”, Mike nods, and I hear Alec, “I haven’t been before, either”. “You guys … Bottoms?”, I look at them with my question, “Haha … nahhhh my boyfriend Hayden is, but I’m versatile, … tonight I’m fucking horny for cock and he’s working”, and Alec pipes up, “I am too! I’m mostly a bottom though.”, he says. Jacob looks and me and tugs at my cock, “Love that dude, I’m glad someone chose to wear one”, I give Mike a bit of side eye. “Gonna find out who’s the biggest whore tonight”, Mike says as he laughs and he continues, “See who ends up …” but his voice trails off before finishing and him and Jacob both look at each other with a laugh and a knowing smile. It only seems like a few minutes when Mark appears with another body to join us. We all look over at him, “Guys, Steven … Steven guys,… why don’t you go ask them who’s the biggest whore”, and we all immediately break up laughing. Steven chose a chastity device like me and Mark reaches around and gives it a bit of a tug before heading out of the room – such a flirt. Steve looks like he might be in his 40’s or 50’s, rugged face, some gray mixed in with a head of black hair, and that jaw of his is amazing. Steve definitely has a nice build to him for a bottom. “Come on over man … join the pile on the couch”, Jacob says in his most flirtatious sounding voice yet. I think Jacob is a bit drunk, he’s so open right now, and touchy -- I like it. After a few minutes of “touchy feely”, someone, that I can only assume is the host, enters the room. “Hey guys … Mark says the doors are locked now and we’re ready to get things going. Few things,… should be lots of hot fun tonight, I had a lot of tops request to join, more than usual”, several of us cheer, “Just remember, bareback only, and in case you don’t know, most of the tops are poz,…”, showing the red arm band again for emphasis, “don’t ask about it, … just go with the flow, and have fun”, he says as he rubs his cock. I see Jacob and Mike look at each other. “Also, no going upstairs, unless you’re leaving. All of the sex stays down here. There’s 2 full bathrooms down here, some beds, a sling, some couches, and 2 fuck benches … but those are already spoken for“. I guess I must look kind of puzzled at the “spoken for” part of that, but all of us are just sitting there completely caught up in his words. As if he’s reading my mind, “Mike and Jacob messaged me and asked to be used on the fuck benches, since no one else asked, that is where you guys will be”, they both high five, “FUCK YEA!”. It starts to hit me, “Holy fuck I was right!”, this entire downstairs area is just one big fuck dungeon. I have to admit I’m curious about the fuck benches. As he’s telling us all this I can feel my hand and cock fidgeting against the acrylic, trying to rub my caged cock – I’m so horny right now and this thing is making me aware of every inch of my soft cock. Mark re-enters the room, “Hey Mark … we good?”, the host asks, “Yeah… all ready to go”, he says. “Mike, … you and Jacob, you’re coming with me and Mark”, they both stand up. Then I see Mark pass a red blind fold to the host, and holding one himself, he and the host blindfold Mike and Jacob. The theme of red is not lost on me, I’m very curious to see what happens next. This is an interesting twist, I think, it looks as though Mike and Jacob will be getting fucked anon all night. “Ok guys … we’ll lead you in just follow carefully”, as they start exiting the room, “The rest of you can follow us … I hope everyone has some hot fun tonight”. We all walk through another hallway into a much larger room lit in red and with what appears to be all of the things the host mentioned. There are naked men and glowing red bands everywhere, and I think all of us want to see what’s up so we follow and watch Mike and Jacob being led to the fuck benches in the center of the room. I start to wonder how much cum our tight little asses will take tonight, and if we’ll leave here poz or neg. The host, Mark and a few of the other guys help Mike and Jacob onto the fuck benches and latch them in, “You guys good?”, I can hear them both answer, “Yeah”, and like good bottoms, their asses are raw, exposed and ready. With the guys secure, several hands begin lightly lubing up Mike and Jacob’s ass using their fingers to play and massage in the lube. As I’m standing there watching, I can see that even with the blindfold, Mike and Jacob both seem horned and ready to be fucked and bred. I’ll admit I’m kind of jealous I was hoping Mark will fuck me. The host nods at one of the other guys and he brings over a container with two solid white lumps sliding around in it, my mind is wondering what that is. I wonder if its cum, but I can’t tell. Sure enough Mark and the host push one of the white lumps into each of them, “Ahhhhhhh… fuck… fuck”, they both start to groan, “Just some frozen seed guys … relax, relax … it’ll warm up”. I had my answer. Steven and Alec start to wonder away probably to cruise some of the tops. My mind wonders if they are ready to be HIV+, then the thoughts hit me, “Will I end up positive, too? Am I even ready to be HIV+?” Before I can get the thoughts out of my head, I hear the host’s voice, “Guys … listen up, we’ve got 5 horny bottoms tonight, but these two, specifically want to be brought into the brotherhood… just try to remember there are 3 other bottoms here that want to be fucked and bred. Tops not on meds get first go at the fuck benches.” I feel my face going white, “Mike” softly escapes my lips, and then I feel a warm hand on my ass. I hear a voice, “Looks like they got a bit of the Devil’s dick”, its Chris, I’m so glad it’s him, I just look at him with a question. I’m still in a bit of shock, “Its a frozen lump of poz cum to get ‘em properly lubed. Mike told me he’s ready to be positive.”, Chris rubs my ass, “Makes my cock so hard”, I look down and sure enough he’s rock hard. I look at my own and cock and realize that without this cock lock I’d be hard as a rock over this news, too. “You into that too babe?”, he says. I can only agree, I nod again. “Good.”, he smiles as he says it, then he kisses me and walks away. Now his statement, “…might be more chance of you getting infected from Mike’s cum than mine”, comes back to me, and starts to make more sense; he knew Mike wants to be infected. I knew that no matter what news either of us get, or what happens tonight, Mike’s cum will still end up inside me. I watch the scene playing out with Mike and Jacob, the hands, the naked men. Both of their asses are exposed and look so pink and tight under the light … honestly, I almost want to fuck one of them. My cock tries to expand and I feel it ache… “ow… ow… ouch… fuck, calm down”. Our host turns around and makes the first move by mounting Jacob, the red glowing band around his wrist very real to me. As he starts I hear that kind of guttural moan, the kind that lets you know a man is being fucked. A few of the other tops gather around Mike when something unexpected happens – Mark steps away from the action. Most of the tops are touching and feeling both of them and at both ends of the benches. I’m almost in aww just watching the action. I know any second a poz cock will find its way into Mike’s hole, like Jacob, and I want to see him get penetrated. A hot looking Latin guy with a nice chest lines up behind Mike and starts to work his cock into him. I think, “It’s so fucking hot knowing they are taking all of these loads anon.” I suddenly snap out of my trance when I feel Mark touching my ass and as he waves his hand in front of my face, “Kev … hey bud”. I smile as I look at him and my eyes are instantly on his cock again, “Hey”. He moves one of my hands to his cock and I can really feel how big it is, “You ready to play?”. “Fuck yea I am”, is all I can say as I stare at his cock. He leads me over to one of the beds and I climb on my back, “Turn over sexy”, he says, and I instantly flip onto all fours, “This way you can watch your buddy getting knocked up”. My cock hurts now, those words, the action, he’s right, I can see the top’s balls as he’s bangs again and again into Mike’s ass. The cock lock is doing its job on me; I feel like such a slut now. Mark pushes the head of his cock against my hole and suddenly the bareback sex part of this sex party becomes real for me. I think, “POZ men are going to fuck and breed us all night, and right now it’s what we all want”. It occurs to me that maybe I’ve accepted that my testing positive may or may not happen and may or may not be a bad thing. I reach back pulling my ass cheeks open to show Mark I’m ready and willing to take what he’s offering me. “Good boy … I love slutty bottoms. You want raw dick huh?”, but he doesn’t wait for me to respond and I feel the head of his cock already in my ass. “Fuck yeah … oh fuck that feels good Mark … fuck me”, and he uses my hips to brace himself as he applies steady, slow pressure, pushing all the way into my ass. This time it’s him, “Oh fuck yeah … so fucking tight … you feel so good”. Mark starts fucking me with slow, even strokes as I watch Mike and Jacob groaning while an unmedicated HIV+ top bangs each of them. I can feel Mark’s sweaty balls touching my ass, “Fuck yeah Mark … breed me deep, fuck me full of poz cum man”. “Oh fuck yea … beg for my dirty seed you slut … you’re getting it”, and Mark picks up the pace of fucking me. It goes like this for several minutes, him using me, and me begging him for his load. I can feel every inch of him inside me. This continues on and on with the grunts and groans of man on man sex filling the room. When I hear it, Ahhhhhhhh…………. fuck………….. fukkkkkkk…. fuckkkk… “ and I realize the Latin guy fucking Mike is cumming, “Fuck yeah …. Fuck!”, he goes on. His cock is pushed in tight against Mike’s back side and it seems like his load will never stop cumming. The entire scene turns me on, “FUCK! FUCK! OWWWW…. AHHHH”, Mark thinks I’m just encouraging him but my cock is in serious pain due to the cock lock. Watching Mike and Jacob being fucked and taking Mark’s cock is making me want to bust out of this thing, but I know I need to resist. The Latin top pulls out and of Mike and a taller black top wearing leather boots and a cop’s hat takes his place. Then our host pulls his cock from Jacob and a glob of semen comes streaming down the crack of Jacob’s ass… I put my tongue out, I want that.

Part 2. There was a cluster of men at the bar talking to the fat man who was perched uncomfortably on a bar stool. Bill bought me a drink and we stood chatting with the group. I found it surreal to stand there talking about football with the sperm from two men swimming in my belly. I couldn't also help but thinking the men were, all in all, a sleazy looking group of older trolls, and I could clearly see they were eyeing me hungrily, obviously having been told about my performance by the fat guy. After a while several of them headed for the basement and didn't return. Bill, in turn, sidled up to me and gestured his head towards the basement staircase, remarking "They're waiting for you, sunshine," giving me an evil grin. I put down my drink, knowing what I was going to do, feeling the fear and loathing but unable to stop myself. It was as if a pit of depravity had opened up at the bottom of those stairs, and I was helplessly drawn to it. No-one would understand what I was doing, except these vile men who excited me so much. Bill dug out the filthy tube of lube and the poppers bottle and pressed them into my hand, suggesting with a leer "Here, you'll need these." I blushed and headed over to the stairs, aware of the bar man was watching me and knowing what he must have been thinking. At the bottom, I turned left to the cubicle area and found a group of men standing silently, waiting. More than one man had pulled out his cock and was stroking himself, his flesh rigid in the dim light from the cubicles as everyone watched an old man bent over the sink, naked from the waist down, who was being fucked from behind by a younger man with a bald head and earrings. I paused, intimidated by the atmosphere of sweat, lust and piss and the hungry eyes staring expectantly at me. I took a deep hit of poppers until my heart pounded and my body melted with excitement, then went into a cubicle and pulled off my trousers and underpants, folding them neatly on top of the cistern. I heard grunts of appreciation at my bare bottom, then I turned and the group pulled me in. Hands groped my body, cock and balls and someone hugged me, mashing his mouth against mine, kissing me deeply. I gasped for breath and felt myself giving way to the urge to breed with these strangers as my cock stiffened in rough hands. There was a big box next to the sink, housing a water tank or something, and I found myself pushed back until I was sitting on it. Beside me, the old man had reached back to pull his flabby buttocks apart, urging the man to cum in him in a soft, urgent whisper. Eager hands lifted my legs and bent them to my chest so my bottom hung over the edge and my hole gaped vulnerably as they pulled my legs apart. I held out the tube, and one of the men holding my legs grabbed it, twisted off the cap and rubbed a cold gobbet of lube into my hole making me gasp as he shoved two fingers into me, scratching and probably tearing the delicate skin with his dirty nails. The man grinned down at me and pulled his fingers out, transferring his hold back to my leg, whispered "He's ready. Who's first?" I could see by the sweat shining on his face he was turned on by what was going to happen to me. A short, stocky black guy wearing a dirty tee shirt which bore the word 'Sanitation', pushed his combat trousers and boxers down, and, standing between my legs, grasped his thick, veiny cock which was topped by a large pink head. Sweat dripped off his chin, falling onto my belly as he got into position and all four of us – me, the men holding my legs and the black guy – looked down and watched his cock push into me, opening up my hole then sliding up me until his short, curly pubic hair was tight against my arse. Then as he began pounding away, his balls began to slap against mine as he began to slide it in and out. He leered at me and leaned forward, searching for my mouth with his and clamping his big, soft lips on mine as his thrusts became more urgent. “Yeah!” whispered the man holding my leg, who continued urging “Fuck the bitch! Oh, fuck, you've got it coming now, boy!” The black man grunted as he thrust, mashing his mouth on mine and gripping my thighs as he worked to a climax. Then, he gave a loud gasp and pushed hard into me and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted. At the same time, the man beside me stroked my hair praising me in a hoarse whisper, saying “There you go. Good boy, there you go, good boy.” I relished his praise. At the sink, the old man gasped with pleasure as he received the cum from his lover, and as we gazed at each other, we exchanged a smile, recognizing each other as brothers in depravity at that moment. Then the black guy stood back and pulled his cock out of me, and a gush of warm spunk slid down my balls. The guy holding my leg slid his finger into my hole, scooped out some cum, and murmurred “Mmmm …lovely!” as he licked his finger clean. Then someone else was between my thighs, and I found myself looking into the face of the first man who had warned me not to go bare. He pulled off his tee-shirt, dropped his trousers and underwear, giving me a clear view of his long, thin cock which had sprung-up against his belly. Below his belly button was a black bio-hazard tattoo. He saw me look and grinned, asking "I warned you, didn’t I?” as he continued "But since you’ve been pozzed at least three times so far, I guess You won’t mind taking my load, right?” Without waiting for an answer, he slid into me. My response was to reach for the poppers bottle and sag back into his crotch in surrender.

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[DO NOT do this at home. It's rape, it's illegal, it's wrong...] Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely naïve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency—he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!' Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired. "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." "Mind if I take a look?" "Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself." "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself. "I'm Doug. Glad to meet you." Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit—then fill her up. I've got some water in the van." "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "I'm sure you'd do the same for me." A broad grin crossed Dougie's face. "So, you go to Liberty University?" "Yeah, you heard of it?" "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out. "I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there." "Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes. "Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning." "You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines." "Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB. "Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply. "Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up. He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches. "Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend’s face. "Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man’s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down. Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits. Then he took his own half-empty can of Coke, and topped it off with whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up. Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee. Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good. "Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. "Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes. "Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth—Gay or Straight—it doesn't matter. Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips. "Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt. He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie’s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!—or so it seemed. With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video—wow! He could make a mint off of that—once guys realized it wasn't fake. After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO—Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat. Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles. He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Dick with Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS. Doug screamed in pain as Chris reamed his nigh unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted—perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding his own POZ SPOOGE into the Innocent's Ass Walls. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood and Stools. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah—like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure. He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in breeding the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.

The Freshman 10 – My watch said 10:45 p.m. and that was about all I could see except for the granite counter top on the island in Mr. Durant’s kitchen as he slid his long, raw, black dick, up my ass. Just six hours ago I was running late for my last class, on the last day of my first week at the University of Maryland (UMD), in College Park, Maryland. While the school was not quite as far away from my family down on the Eastern Shore as I might have wanted, the Robert H. Smith School of Business at UMD was one of the best, so I promised mom and dad I would ‘come home often’ – yeah right – and they agreed to pay for school. Breathlessly I opened the door to the class, heard the professor’s booming voice, and slunk into an empty seat in the back row where I was greeted with a warm smile and the most amazing eyes by the guy sitting beside me. I could barely focus on what the professor was saying as I kept glancing at my classmate, his light brown skin, his strong jaw line, the way he sat a little forward in his seat paying attention while lightly tapping his pencil on his notebook. Flashes of our naked bodies pressed together crowded my mind, my dick strained against my jeans, and I missed most of what the professor said. Class ended, and as I was gathering up my things to leave my new classmate held out his hand, smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Kevin, Kevin Durant.” I blinked real fast, realized I was taking too long to reply, grabbed his hand and shook it too vigorously as I said all flustered, “Hi, nice to meet you,” and then I dropped my cell phone. “Fuck,” I said as I shook my head, slammed my books down and almost bumped into Kevin’s head as we both went to bend down to grab the phone. Kevin laughed, he got there first, handed my phone back to me and said, “I think it’s OK. Hey, if you’re done for the day I’m happy to share my notes with you on what you missed. I live close by so we can go by my place or just hang out on campus, whatever you prefer.” I almost dropped my phone again but managed to say, “Your place would be GREAT – um, that’s cool, yeah.” Oh God. I sounded like a complete idiot. Kevin said we would take his car, which was good as I was not sure I could find mine without poring over my map and looking stupid, and as we walked we made small talk, realized we were both in the same business program and had almost all of our classes together. Unlike my hand-me-down Volvo, Kevin had a tricked out and brand new Cadillac ELR sports coupe with a red paint job that made it simmer. We hopped in, Kevin banged on the steering wheel a couple of times and smiled with pride, “Just love that new car smell. Had to work fucking hard for this. My dad bought it for me, but he’s a fucking task master like you wouldn’t believe.” As the car revved up and we took off, I eased back in the high-grain leather seats and did not know I would soon come to find that out for myself. A short drive later we pulled up to a nice size house that had a few other cars in the driveway and only then did I think Kevin may still live with his parents. I had just assumed he was in a student house like me. Kevin led me around back, through a side door, and into a large apartment in the lower level. “Go on, make yourself comfortable, I got to piss,” Kevin said. I set my stuff down and wandered around his living room looking at pictures on the wall, then to his bookshelves and noted he liked to read sci-fi, which I did too. I then started thumbing through his DVD collection and about shit myself when I came across an entire shelf of porn – not just any porn – gay porn! My hands shook as I pulled one out. Damn! My parents would have skinned me alive if I had anything like that at my house – Jesus! Kevin came back out and saw what I was looking at before I could put it back on the shelf. He smiled, “Oh man, that is like my favorite one! You seen it before? Wait, what about this one? Seen that one?” I could only shake my head and hope Kevin did not notice the bulge in my pants. We sat down at the table, Kevin grabbed a couple sodas, and we started to review the info I had missed. Shit, this class was going to be intense, but Kevin said we could study together and that made me feel better. Once we finished, Kevin stood up, “Come on upstairs. I’ll introduce you to my old man. He works from home, has a technology consulting firm, pretty cool shit.” Kevin bounded up the stairs and I raced to keep up. The house was pretty impressive, but nothing like his dad. Kevin’s father was standing by a window looking out at his back lawn while speaking to someone on his blue tooth phone headset. His dress shirt was cut tight and I could see thick, hard nipples on his firm chest. The dress pants he wore showed the muscular curves of his ass and when he turned, I paused as I took in the long curve of his dick running down his right leg. He was a much bigger version of Kevin, taller, thicker, his skin several shades darker. His hair was cut tight, his face clean, and the gold rings and watch attested to his success. Kevin quietly started to point to various awards and things on the wall as he father finished his call and when he was done, he pulled the blue tooth out of his ear, walked over, gave Kevin a big hug then about broke my hand as he grabbed it, shook it hard and said, “You’re a friend of Kevin’s? Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. Come on in, take seat, so what are you boys up to?” I followed Kevin’s lead, sat down, and listened as Kevin reported to his dad all he had been up in the past 24-hours. His dad asked me a few questions about where I was from, my family, and then made his apologies as he had to take another call. On the way back to Kevin’s apartment downstairs we stopped and he pointed to several pictures on the wall. “That’s my mom,” he said in a voice laced with sadness. “She passed away a few years ago, so it’s just my dad and I now.” One last stop at a restaurant size fridge and Kevin asked, “Want some beer?” I was not 21 yet but said, “Yeah, OK, sure.” We got back downstairs, Kevin opened the bottles, we sat down on the couch, he then got up, pulled out the DVDs, found the porn I had looked at earlier and before I could say a word popped it in and started it up. He smiled, “You’ll love this! Oh wait, I never asked, sorry man, do you like guys even or girls or what?” Kevin was so open, calm, and relaxed about his sexuality and the fact that he did not act like the stereotype of a gay person that I had been raised with made it all the more disarming. I flushed a bit, looked away, then said, “I like guys I guess – I mean I like girls – but I like guys in that way – like that – but I’ve not had a lot of...” Kevin set his hand on my leg, squeezed it reassuringly, and said, “Really man? I guess I forget how lucky I have been. My mom and dad were supportive from the moment they knew when I was about 13. They knew before I did really, but they waited for me to catch up and when I did, they were there with love and support. Your parents don’t know?” I laughed nervously, “Fuck no! My mother would think I’ve been possessed by some evil creature and my father would then try to beat it out of me. No.” Kevin squeezed my thigh again, then surprised me as he leaned over, kissed my cheek, smiled and said, “Well then its good we met up right? No pressure here dude, but I have to admit I think you’re cute as fuck and going over the class notes was not the only reason I wanted to hang out.” Kevin then set his beer bottle on the coffee table, took mine out of my hand and set it on the table as well, leaned in and this time when he kissed me it was on the lips and I kissed him back. I leaned back on the couch as Kevin half laid on me, half on the couch, our hands exploring, our lips caressing. I paused and pushed at him a little, “What about your dad?” I asked. “He’s right upstairs!” Kevin chuckled, “Don’t worry. He’s cool. He won’t bother us. Anyways, he’s busy working.” A few more minutes of making out and I couldn’t take it anymore and finally reached down and grabbed Kevin’s hard bulge. He had been pressing it against my body and I ached to feel him and wanted to let him know. Kevin moaned, broke our kiss, stood up, pulled his shirt off, then did a slow-strip tease as he undid his pants, turned around, slowly pulled his shorts down, stepped out of clothes, then turned back so I could see him naked. Wow – fucking wow! That’s all I could think. His dick was rock hard, about 7 ½ inches long with a slight up curve on it. I sat up, leaned forward, and let him slide his hot dick in my mouth. I slowly worked my tongue around the head, up and down the shaft, then started to move my head back and forth trying to suck it like I had been taught by the one guy I had fucked around with back home. Kevin seemed to enjoy it and soon he held onto my shoulders, encouraging me to keep sucking, and I was lost in the feel of him in my mouth when suddenly he tensed and a river of cum started to flow from his dick. I gagged, tried to pull away, but Kevin held my head and said, “No, swallow, please, that feels so fucking good, please swallow it.” So I did, all the while realizing how much I loved the taste, and at the same time felt scared as I knew it was not a safe thing to do. Once Kevin was done, he leaned down, kissed me on the lips and ran his tongue into my mouth – “MMMM....luv the taste of a fresh load. Ever eat your own cum when you jerk off? I do all the time. I’m always so fucking horny and can cum several times a day, and eating it is just the best.” Kevin then plopped down on the couch and said, “OK, your turn,” with an evil glint in his eyes. I stood up, dropped my pants and clenched my jaw as Kevin swallowed my dick whole and began to work his tongue around. I shuddered, my thighs tensed, and I immediately blew my load his mouth and quickly started to apologize as Kevin sucked me dry, “I’m so sorry. That just felt so good, I couldn’t hold it at all, I’m...” Kevin looked up, ran his hand up my stomach, smiled and as he licked his lips said, “Chill man, it’s all good. I’ve got plenty more where mine came from and bet you do too?” I was not quite sure how to reply to that, but took the beer, sat back down, Kevin pulled my sneakers and pants off, and we leaned back on the couch watching the porn like nothing had happened – except our hard dicks twitching testified that we had been bad boys and probably would be some more. We barely finished another beer before we Kevin and I were a tangle of limbs on his bed, kissing, licking, fingering, squeezing, wrestling a bit to see who would be on top. Sex for me had always been a furtive, uptight, secretive thing and it was so fucking liberating to be with someone so free about it all and making it a joyous celebration! My balls felt like they were 3,000 feet underwater with how tight they were and the pressure to cum again was fucking intense as I tried to hold off. Kevin surprised me by jumping off his bed, getting flat on the floor, digging around a bit, then coming back up with a bottle of lotion held in his hand like the Olympic Torch. He squeezed some out onto two fingers, reached around, shoved his fingers in his own ass, sighed a little as he closed his eyes, pulled his fingers out, smiled at me and said, “You ready to fuck?” DAMN! While my mind tried to process that, my dick tried to pull away from my body to get to his hole. I was usually more of a bottom, but the thought of fucking Kevin right then was the only thing I wanted in the entire fucking world! I got off the bed, he got on his hands and knees, laid his chest forward, reached between his legs and started fingering his asshole. DAMN! I looked around for the condoms, and was starting to get onto the floor to look under the bed when Kevin turned, “Come on man, what’re you doing? My ass is PRIMED!” When I told him he replied, “Oh – forget that. I don’t have any. I’m on PREP.” I told Kevin, “I’m not sure what you mean,” and he smiled again, turned around and said, “It’s cool man. I take this pill everyday or whatever and I don’t have to worry about anything. I’m NEG and fuck raw all the time, shit totally works! I’ll set you up with my doctor, he’s cool as shit. You ready?” I eased into Kevin’s waiting ass and it felt better than I could have dreamed. His ass clamped down around my dick and literally stroked it. How’d he do that? I grabbed his hips and let Kevin push back and do the work as he was clearly more experienced than I was and once again I started to cum before I knew. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming in your ass!” I said in disbelief. Kevin banged back harder and when I tried to pull out he reached back, grabbed me and said, “No, I want every drop.” After the last drop was out Kevin pulled off my dick, jumped up with a big grin on his face and said, “OK, now your turn.” What? I couldn’t get fucked, I had just cum, but Kevin was already lubing up his dick and those eyes and that smile broke all resistance, so I assumed the position and about jumped out of my skin as Kevin pushed right in my ass and started pounding. “Please, wait, let me get used to it!” I pleaded. Kevin chuckled, “Naw, best way to take dick is to just TAKE IT!” I shifted my body and pushed back, pulled away as far as I could, shifted some more, and after a while, the pain and discomfort went away and all I felt was liquid gold. I don’t know how else to put it. It was just – well just fucking perfect and felt way fucking better than being fucked with a condom! Kevin was a man on mission and pounded me like a long distance runner – slow and steady with a sprint to the finish and then a SPLASH as he blew his cum inside my ass. OMG! That felt fucking amazing! I started to ease off when Kevin grabbed my hips and said, “Oh no man, I got another load for you, won’t take me long, not long at all – oh shit, oh fuck, here it is man – TAKE MY CUM!” My ass ate his cum up like it was manna from heaven, and after Kevin’s load was depleted, he slid out of my ass and once again our bodies became a tangle of limbs, tongues, hard dicks and now creamy holes. We made out for a while longer, then laying in each others’ arms we drifted off to sleep for a quick nap before waking up and starting all over again. I felt so comfortable with Kevin and was not all self conscious, or shy, or inhibited by what we were doing – surprised for sure – but it felt natural, right, and I knew I could get used to studying with him. I was on my hands and knees and Kevin was just about ready to fuck me again when his cell phone rang and by the ring tone he knew who it was, “Hang on,” he said, “That’s my dad.” As Kevin spoke with his dad I could tell something was up, and after he ended the call with a resigned, “Yes Sir,” I knew our fucking was done. “Dad said that the office called him, asked if I could come in. I’ve got this amazing internship with Lockheed Martin, thanks to my dad, and there’s some problem with the a new system we are working on and I have to go in for a while.” I got up and started to grab my clothes and shit when Kevin came, pulled me tight, gave me wet sloppy kiss and said, “Will you wait for me to get back? I’d really like you to stay.” I sort of didn’t have a choice as he was my ride and was actually glad he asked as I wanted to stay too, so I said, “Sure. I’ll just watch a movie or something if that’s ok?” Kevin laughed on his way in to the bathroom and called out, “Don’t watch the good ones without me!” I turned on the TV, started flipping through channels as I opened another beer and heard Kevin’s cell ring again. He came out of the bedroom, grabbed his keys and said, “My dad said there’s plenty of food upstairs in the fridge if you get hungry, so feel free to help yourself, have some more beer, whatever, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Two beers later and I was feeling buzzed and decided maybe I should grab something to eat. Kevin had been gone about an hour or so already, but he had not called yet, so I figured I might as well eat something. I nervously made my way upstairs to the main part of the house. The house was silent and dark, so I figured Mr. Durant had gone to bed early or out, so I quietly made my way to kitchen, opened the fridge door and was debating if I really wanted some food or another beer when I about jumped out of my skin as a voice behind me said, “Find what you need?” I turned around and about dropped the bowl of pasta I had grabbed as there was Mr. Durant, naked, with the biggest dick I had ever seen. “Umm…yeah...thanks.. I was just…Kevin….so I ….” Shit, I could barely breathe let alone speak as my eyes kept darting to his long, dark shaft, the foreskin hanging in a loose tip at the end and even soft, Mr. Durant was as big as Kevin – or me for that matter. Mr. Durant’s eyes narrowed, he stepped closer to me and I tried to back away but banged into the fridge door, he smiled, “So, you and Kevin getting along all right? If I know my son he probably gave you a couple loads didn’t he?” Fuck, I didn’t know what to say, I could never imagine talking to my dad about sex. My hands were shaking now as Mr. Durant calmly took the bowl of pasta, reached past me, set it back on the shelf in the fridge, his body pressing me against the open fridge door, which was not helping my nervousness at all. I started to slide to my left to get out of the way, but Mr. Durant’s arm snapped up, holding both the door and me in place as he casually reviewed the contents of the fridge. I could hear a clock ticking and realized I was holding my breath, too horny, scared, and confused to do anything else. Mr. Durant bent forward, shuffled a few things around on the shelves, stood back up, turned, and set a covered butter dish on the granite countertop of the big kitchen island. I was like a possum playing dead and did not move and stayed standing where I was against the open fridge door. Mr. Durant leaned past me again, this time pushing more of his weight against me as he grabbed the pasta bowl, a packet of what looked like meat from a butcher, and a wedge of cheese. He set these on the island, turned to me, smiled, and said, “Thank you, you may close the door now – on second thought, grab yourself a beer and open one for me too.” I could see where Kevin got his smile from now, straight from his father, as well as his lack of inhibitions, or self assuredness, or whatever the fuck it was. Mr. Durant flicked on a light over the island and another over the stove and then was opening the packet of meat, which I could see was some kind of sausage – the fancy kind you buy from butcher, and I set the opened beer bottle down just off to the side and took a long drink of mine. Mr. Durant then spoke, directing my attention to his culinary work, “Do you like sausage? See how this sausage meat is nice and dark, how it’s thicker here at the base, but only slightly as it tapers a little to the slight bend in the middle then gets thicker again at the end?” As he spoke my eyes instantly went to his dick, then back to him as I wondered which sausage he was speaking about? My eyes started to travel back to his dick, but afraid he would notice I forced myself with all my might to look back at his face as he dug three fingers into the cold stick of butter from the butter dish and began to rub them up and down the length of the sausage, stroking it as it lay on the counter. “It’s important to caress it in long strokes,” he said, “You need to work the flavor out, and to do that you have to have a little lubrication. Do you want to try?” I just shook my head, gulped some more beer and shockingly realized I had just downed a whole beer in nothing flat. I set the empty bottle on the counter and quickly grabbed another from the fridge as Mr. Durant continued preparing the food. Mr. Durant was speaking again, and this time when I looked up from staring at Kevin’s daddy’s dick, his eyes locked with mine, he smiled – fuck he knew! He stepped away from the stove, over to me, took the bottle out of my hand and set it out of reach on the island and was so close now his dick was just pressing against my navel area. I had to look up to see his face and his eyes now peering down at me. “It will take a while for the sausage to cook right, I got it at a low simmer, and when the flavor is ready to burst I’ll turn the heat full up until the juices pop.” I just nodded. Mr. Durant continued, “So, while that’s cooking, I think I could use a some bomb head and ass right about now and from the way you’ve been eyeing my sausage, I could think you could use something too.” I was still processing what he had just said - hsocked by his frankness - as his dick pushed against my body, stiffening, getting hard. I tried to take a step back, but Mr. Durant’s hands grabbed my shoulders and with a firm grip he began to push me down to make me kneel in front of him. “I can’t…I…Kevin should be back…and I…we…I don’t want…” Mr. Durant laughed as my knees hit the floor and his dick slid back and forth like pendulum on Big Ben across my face. “Shhh,” he ordered, “Kevin will not be back until the morning. The problem at Lockheed is bigger than he expects and I have made sure they will keep him busy until I tell them otherwise.” I looked up in confusion as Mr. Durant shifted his hips and his dick swung back and forth across my face again, this time striking me hard as it had stiffened and engorged and lengthened to a stunning degree. “The head can wait, you can nurse on it after,” Mr. Durant said. “Get back up and take your pants off.” I obeyed without question or pause – why was that? It just seemed right, natural, normal. When I did and stepped out of them, Mr. Durant bent down, picked them up, sniffed at the ass area, inhaled again, then smiled and let them drop. I was not wearing underwear so I knew he was smelling the remnants of his son’s loads up my ass. He then turned me, had me step the side so I was on the long mat that ran in front of the island, then he pushed my body forward against the cool granite of the island counter top, stepped behind me, and reached over to the right and pulled the opened butter dish towards him. I watched, knowing in my mind what he planned now as Mr. Durant used three fingers to scoop out a large glob of butter. A sharp intake of breath announced Mr. Durant’s fingers at my hole as he forced the cold glob of butter inside my ass. As he worked his middle finger into my ass he asked, “You’ve never taken a real big dick have you? I can tell. You’re so fucking tight, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of that, now stand still, let me warm this up for you.” Mr. Durant continued to finger my ass, shoving the butter further into me and churning it at the same time. Some of it began to run down my leg as it melted, but there was nothing I could do about that as my ass continued to get prepared. An arrow of fear pierced me as Mr. Durant leaned over, grabbed some more butter, and instead of sticking it in my ass he started to rub it along the his shaft, making his black skin shiny and the veins bulge as he slowly stroked his hand back and forth. I was truly scared now, there was no way I could take that dick! Mr. Durant grabbed the hand towel that was beside the butter dish, wiped his hand off, pushed me back down with his left hand then pressed it hard into my lower back to make me squat a little. Then holding the towel in his right hand, he adjusted the base of his dick and guided the head towards my waiting ass. A little more shifting of bodies and I could feel the thick head begin to push into my buttered up hole. I gasped, the muscles in my ass ring screamed in agony as Mr. Durant now tossed the towel onto the island and said, “I’ll go slow, I promise.” It sure didn’t feel that way as his dick pushed a little further and the scream now shifted from my ass to my throat – and caught – all that came out was a meek gurgle. “OH HELL YES – THAT PUSSY IS POPPED NOW,” Mr. Durant exclaimed as his dick head broke free of my ass ring and slid forward on its buttery trail. “I BET YOU NEVER IMAGINED THIS WAS THE FRESHMAN 10 YOU HAD TO WORRY ABOUT – POPPING YOU OPEN WITH MY 10 INCHES OF BLACK DICK, I WANT TO FEEL THAT AGAIN, FEEL THAT HOLE GO POP AROUND MY DICK – OH HELL YES!“ My head was resting on the back of my hand and I lifted it slightly as my ragged breath sounded like I was running a marathon. My watch said 10:45 p.m. and that was about all I could see except for the granite counter top on the island in Mr. Durant’s kitchen as he slid his long, raw, black dick, up my ass.

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.

Author's Note: I've read this forum for a long time, but this is my first post. I have a plan for this story, but it isn't completed. This is a slightly fictionalized amalgamation of several different events that have happened to me over the past 2 or 3 years. I welcome any feedback that might improve my storytelling in the future. ___________________________________________ I had been taking a little pnp break to let my body rest from all the parTyinG. I was 2 months into a planned 3 month break, but decided there wasn’t anything wrong with a little bit of sober play time. I went to the bathhouse after work, figuring I’d hop into the sling and take a load or two and see what happened. After checking in and showering, I walked around naked–I prefer not to use a towel. I saw a 40-something, bald leather daddy type watching a movie in the porn room and rubbing a huge bulge that made my ass twitch. That’s usually not my type, but I was feeling slutty so I figured I’d see if he had a load for me. I sat down next to him made eye contact and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but just motioned for me to follow him, which I obediently did. Back in his room, he turned on the light and motioned for me to sit down. I misinterpreted his gesture, thinking he wanted me on my back, but he grabbed me and placed me in a seated position. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a prepared syringe. I protested, still wanting to stay sober a few more weeks. “Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. Those were the first words he’d spoken and they made me lust for him. I love a man who takes control. I knew that I wouldn’t have any choice in what happened until he was done with me. He wrapped a belt around my arm, and found a vein. I’ve never been able to slam myself, and never even brought myself to watch the needle go in when someone else did it for me. This time was different. I watched every step. He expertly found a vein and gently pushed the point through my skin and into my vein. I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and a bright red flash appeared in the chamber of the syringe. He loosened the belt and in one fluid motion pressed down on the plunger emptying the contents of the rig into my vein. I can still feel what happened next as if it was happening now. For the tiniest fraction of a second, it felt cool. The liquid was colder than my blood. I didn’t cough, but gasped for air as my heart sped up and my ears rang. Then a warmth began in the center of my chest and spread out through my entire body, rippling out in every direction, vibrating and pulsing through every square inch of my body. I realized that I was no longer in control. I was a slave to a man who had slammed me with an unknown amount of crystal meth. I knew that I would do whatever depraved thing he told me to do. His desires would become mine. As the waves of chem-induced pleasure turned into a flood of desire, I was aware of only one thing–my ass. It needed to be filled with cock and cum. I hoped it would be rough and I needed it to not stop for a very long time. Just then, my leather daddy reached back and slapped me across the face with his open hand, surprising me and leaving my cheek warm and tingly. “Come on faggot. You’ve got work to do.”

I have long considered myself (correctly or not) to be a power-bottom, or at least, an exclusive bottom who’s always horny. I’m not a bad looking guy, at five foot eight and about a hundred and forty-five pounds. I’m no body builder, but I’m not exactly skinny either (I just wish I had more body hair). I’ve gotten my share of action, bit I never was able to hook up as often as I wanted to because I like to take a real pounding, but the walls of my apartment are paper thin. Unless the other guy had his own place it usually meant getting a motel, and that could get to be expensive after a while. Then, after several years with a local market research firm, and working my way up from interviewer to project manager, I could finally become a home-owner before I was thirty. It was a small place, kind of a fixer-upper, but it had two floors and was in a nice quiet suburb. All the houses in the area were practically identical except for the color. Mine was on the edge of a cul-de-sac and was painted slate gray. And I loved that it had the attached garage so I wouldn’t have to worry about brushing off the mid-western snow or rushing to haul my groceries through the yard in the rain. The previous owner kept the garage meticulously neat and had added built-in cabinets to keep the usual garage clutter out of sight. There was also a weird kind of closet that fit into the space under the stairwell on the other side of the wall inside the house (I said it was small…). It looked as if it was a bathroom at one time, but there was no toilet there now, just some exposed pipes. Since I’m always thinking about sex, I first thought It would be a good place to hide my porn stash and sex-toys on those times that mom stopped for a weekend visit and during the holidays. It would have made a very small bathroom, with barely enough room for a standing shower, but it was more than big enough for my collection of DVD’s and a couple of dildos. But then I got an even better idea. I remembered seeing an ad online from a guy who had built a glory-hole in a side door of his house. Men would text him that they were stopping by, or just ring his side doorbell at certain times of the day, and slip their dicks through the hole. They’d get a quickie blow-job, he’d get his daily protein allowance, and they’d never even see each other. I planned to do him one better. It only took me a quick trip to the hardware store and a long afternoon to make the modifications because the door was hollow and easy to cut. A couple of saw-horses, some thin vinyl upholstery, a few two-by-fours, para-cord, six-inch bolts, and a simple pulley-system later and I was finished. After I tested everything out to make sure it worked, I headed online. I ran an ad for an “insatiable power bottom” entertaining a session for the coming Saturday. I posted a fairly recent nude selfie and said that condoms were optional, but bareback was preferred. Replies with nude photos would get directions and details. I hit “upload” and waited for the replies to come in. Over the next couple of days, there were a half-dozen replies that seemed serious, with nude photos and detailed descriptions of what they wanted to do to me, so I gave them directions to my house, and told them to come through the garage entrance at seven p.m. I had just enough time after work to shower and get everything ready. I didn’t bother to get dressed or even dry off. Then, after making sure that any doors leading into my house were securely locked, I set up a small table in the garage with some condoms, lube, tissues, and a couple of my dildos. And I left a few bottles of water in a cooler nearby. Then I opened the closet door. I had cut a hole in the center of it, just a bit larger than my thirty-four inch waist. Inside the closet, I had rigged up the saw-horses and planks into a short bench with the end protruding a few inches through the hole in the door. I sat on the edge of the bench and reached through the hole for a pair of hook-and-loop wrist restraints that were dangling from two lengths of para-cord on the outside of the closet door. I wrapped them around my ankles and stuck my feet through the hole. Then I pulled it closed and bolted it shut from the inside. Each length of para-cord was threaded through a small hole that I had drilled in the door near each of the top corners, and then through a pulley suspended from the ceiling just inside the doorway. I lay back on the bench and scooted forward until I was near the edge, and the hole in the door was around my waist. Then I pulled each cord and secured them around hooks that I had screwed into the walls at my sides within reach of each hand. Now my legs were held up and spread, and my hole was open and exposed for my “guests” when they arrived. All I had to do was wait. I put my hands behind my head-on the pillow that I had brought from my bedroom-and felt my cock swell as I thought of the guys who had sent me photos. I hadn’t responded to everyone who had sent me a photo because some guys were into stuff I wasn’t like scat and painful stuff, and some guys were too young (I like Daddy-types), but they were still hot. The guys I did respond to were all over forty, but other than that they had little in common aside from describing themselves as “total top” and “insatiable”. That was all I needed. Aside from directions and instructions to just let themselves in through the small garage door, I told them little. I didn’t have to. They’d all seen my photo, and all wanted a piece of me, so I just laid out what was NOT allowed, told them that condoms would be available if they wanted, but that I didn’t care either way, and that they could go as many times as they wanted until nine O’clock. Just as I was thinking about one of the hot black Daddies who responded, I heard a knock on the garage door and my cock jumped. The knob turned with a click, and the door creaked open a bit, and as soon as I heard a baritone voice ask, “Hello?” I knew it was one of the two. I heard the door close, and just a couple of footstep across the floor when he said, “Ni-i-i-c-e!” I grinned and stroked my cock a bit then, because I was sure that he was one of the black guys, but then stopped because I knew I had to be on my back for a few hours and didn’t want to cum too soon. “This is better than I’d hoped for,” he said, and I felt his hand slide up the back of my thigh and down again. It felt a little dry, but not too rough, and I figured he was the younger stud—just forty-two and not too muscly, but at six foot three and with eight and a half un-cut inches he was fucking hot! I heard his belt buckle jangling, and heard him suck his finger before probing my hole with it. I hadn’t fully lubed myself, but I rubbed a little in my rosebud just in case no one else wanted to. I flexed my hole around his finger and clenched it, and I heard him chuckle. “Yeah… I love a nice tight white boy to cum in…” Then I heard him lube his cock and press the head against my hole. I pushed out to open for him and he chuckled again. “Hungry pussy, ain’t ya?” and he started to push in. Like a hot lead pipe he pushed his cock into me, not ramming it in, but not exactly slowly either. He just pushed in steadily and forcefully, his cock muscling my flesh out of its way so that it could get into me until I felt the wiry hairs on his balls scratching my ass. “Damn, that’s a nice pussy,” he grunted, and started to fuck. He thrust away like a machine in a strong steady rhythm. And from the sound of it, he hadn’t even dropped his pants. He was just fucking me through his open fly. That made my cock jump again. I tried not to stroke it, I just spread my pre-cum across the head because I wanted to see how long I could hold out before I came. And I could tell from the way the doorway was creaking that he had found the cabinet handles that I had screwed into it so that my “guests” would have a hand-hold. Then he paused in his fucking for a moment, and when he started again he said, “Yeah, you look hot like that, boy,” and I knew that he had finally seen my note, even though it was posted, for him, closer to chest-height. I had secured my old tablet computer in its book-style cover to the door (after clearing it of all files) next to a note that read, “If you want to have a look, open the cover.” The video app was linked to a small web-cam that I had mounted to the ceiling looking down on me. He had obviously opened the cover and was watching me being fucked. “Hands behind your head, just relaxing and taking this big black cock." I looked up into the camera and smiled. Although I still couldn’t see him, he picked up speed a little and seemed to fuck harder. “How long you been a cum-dump, boy?” he grunted as he thrust, and I heard him breathing heavier. “All my life,” I said with a smile, and I felt his cock twitch. Truth was, I took my first cock at sixteen, but I knew from that moment that I would never top again. “Awww, yeah!” he howled, and I could picture an ear-to-ear grin on the face from his picture. “Damn, if all you white boys don’t love takin Nigga’ cock…” and I felt his cockhead swell inside me. His thrusts got faster and drove deeper. “Always happy to give it up to a horny brotha,” I replied. “Fuck yeah! Take it, bitch!” He slammed his cock in me to the balls and ground his hips against me as I felt his thick black load blasting into me. He grunted and growled and the door shook as he blew volley after volley of jizz into my tight hole. “Whooo!” he howled, and pulled out of me with a pop. “Thanks, boy,” and he slapped my ass. I heard him grab some tissues and clean his cock. “Sure thing man. Just close the cover again before you go." He zipped his fly, and I heard the cover close again. “Lata,” he called, and the door closed again.

just keep fucking raw and shut up about what you are exposed to OR join the safe sex pussies and stop getting fucked or only take cock wrapped in latex. It is that fucking simple make your choice and fuck like a man or fuck like a wimp. Don't bitch 'cause you can't have it both ways. the time to understand your own risk acceptance should be done well before you drop your shorts. Once a rock solid dick starts poking your hole, you ARE a bare backer.....and what you get is what you get. don't get me wrong, I love raw sex and have the + sign to prove it. What I can't figure out is why so many guys ger all horned up, get fucked raw and then whine if the get a sniffle. Pick a side and embrace....don't act surprised that your faggot ass is NOT a special snowflake and the basic facts of std transmission do not apply to you.

Previously Reflex got the better of me and I looked up in classic blowjob pose – big eyes and lips stretched around his cockhead. This can be a make-or-break moment for a lot of straight dudes – and I’d stupidly done it too early – before I’d shown him how good at head I was. Luckily Theo was staring straight down past me – staring straight at my arse. By this point I had shuffled around on my hands and knees and was on all fours in front of him. My number 1 asset was up in the air away from him. I reached to Theo’s hands and guided them down to it again. He was transfixed. I returned my attention to his cock and slowly deep-throated the entire beast. I heard him groan again as his hands started kneading my ass. He started to thrust. Crisis averted! I’d caught me a straight boy! Right so… Gavin was lost in recounting his time with Theo – my dealer, while I was getting increasingly lost eating out his arse. It was about this time that I felt hands on my arse too. Andreas the tall blond German friend of Simon had woken up and was at that very moment lining his cock up against my hole. I looked back to him and smiled and stood up. He reacted so slowly I was pretty sure he was just running on instinct. I reached down and guided his cock to Gavin’s hole. Andreas smiled and said “Dunkle oder helle Fotze, es ist mir egal” as he saw what I was doing, and took over as I walked around to face the nurse. Gavin didn’t even break rhythm as he continued his tale, not even as Andreas slid all the way into him. “…so as I continued to deep throat him, his hands were going crazy on my ass. He was enraptured with it – kneading it, pushing it together, squeezing it painfully, spanking me. He let out another odd growl, like a cat that’s seeing another in its territory. His cock was rigidly jabbing the back of my throat now, but my gag muscle control was more than enough for it. I felt him take one hand back and heard him spit into it. Soon after I felt his rough fingers work his spit in and around my hole. I don’t usually bareback” – I must cut in here – as Gavin was saying this, Andreas was balls deep raw inside the Pakistani lad. I looked at him sceptically – “well ok, I don’t usually bareback, but this weekend is a total exception to all the rules. I mean, I never did coke before either.” I laughed at Gavin rationalisation of the weekend, but I understood it. This weekend all the rules were being broken. Andreas was working up a rhythm and I looked over Gavin’s head to see the German’s tanned cock slip between Gavin’s teak-coloured asslips. Andreas saw me watching and went slow for effect, pulling out past his pink cock-head to the tip and slowly shoving it back in again. There was a shade of cream staining to his cock, which made me envious – it seemed I hadn’t licked all the cum out. Gavin pulled my head down to his level, he was being fucked missionary style by the German and so it wasn’t too far down. I touched noses with him and grinned maniacally – our eyes were all fully dilated cause of the uppers. Gavin leaned in to kiss me, his hot dry mouth grinding against mine. His breath reminded me of my first kiss, a closeted guy I used to meet up with in a local cottage who had some personal hygiene issues, though I doubted my breath was much better. As Andreas sped up again, Gavin tried to focus on me and continued. Mmmh, so yeah where was I? Theo had started opening me up with his rough hands – it’s a good thing I like it rough cause that lad hadn’t a clue how to treat an asshole. While he started rubbing his wet thumb down to circle my pucker, I sped up my deepthroating. I was determined to sit on his glorious meat, and get some straight boy notches on my belt. I even thought that I could use this fuckbuddy relationship to maybe get a discount on more cocaine from him in future – god, that shit is addictive – I was already making plans for my next hit of it. I needed that cock hilt-deep in me. I heard Theo mutter something above me. I pulled his cock out, “what was that?”. He said “your ass reminds me of this bitch I used to fuck, but it’s tighter, man…” and pulled a toke of his joint. This was my entry point. I got up off my knees and holding Theo’s hand I pulled him over to the bed with all the bags and clothes on it. I picked up a short black fitted coat and put it to the side. “Tell me about her” I said. As Gavin said this I heard a footstep coming from across the room. A familiar voice said “oh so we’re fucking again are we?” I looked up to see Orson standing over me. He asked, “you ready for another go?” Looking back over to Gavin and then back to Orson, I weighed my options and replied “yeah I can be ready, but just let Gavin keep telling me his stories” and turned over to present myself doggy style to Orson Adams – a lad I once thought I’d be glad to see caught in a bombing. As his dick tapped my hole and opened me up, arousing my exhausted nerve endings with yet another sense of “rightness” as his dick slid perfectly into me, I thought “this weekend is the only exception…” Gavin looked up at me and continued. “As we were sitting on the bed Theo confessed he had a thing for dark skinned girls and told me all about this one black girl Bianca who took his virginity when he was 15. After letting him go on for a while about all the coloured girls he’d been with, I asked him suggestively which part of a girl he went for, and he said he loved eating out their asses and pussies. I looked him in the eye and said “well I’ve got one of those things”. With that said I turned and shrugged on the ¾ length fitted coat. On me it looked a bit feminine, and only covered the tops of my ass cheeks. While Theo stayed seated I stood in front of him, and turning back with a grin I used one free hand to pull my jock down. I said to him “Well this ass is all free, and your cock’s pretty hard Theo, how about you just tell me when to stop..” As I said that, I started backing up towards him, my ass quickly nestling his hard rod between my cheeks. Theo was quiet as a graveyard, letting my rub my asscheeks against his throbbing meat. I ducked my hand down to dip his cock to the right angle. No word from Theo. His cock started to poke deeper between my ass cheeks. I moved it up and down from the top to the bottom of my ass crack, stopping briefly to play with my pucker. I looked over to Theo. His head was thrown back smoking his joint and smiling. I took the hint and with a good dollop of spit and acrobatics I raised my ass over his cock and speared it into me… Fuck it was gorgeous! So filling , yet I was in total control. I slowly let him in. As Gavin was talking of slowly letting Theo spear his asshole, I could feel Orson slowly build up a proper fucking rhythm inside me. Orson had a much easier access route now as it was the third time we fucked this weekend, and his thick cock based out in me in mere seconds. As the speed intensified I looked at Gavin rocking underneath me. I clambered over from my side of the couch to be face to face with him. Gavin looked up at me with his long black eyelashes. I’d started milking that straight boy’s cock, looking quite girlish in that little black jacket, but it worked for Theo, and so it worked for me. It seemed like an age that I was bobbing up and down Theo’s fuckstick, when all of a sudden I hear another odd growl and feel his hands grasp me and he started GOING for it! He slam fucked my poor underlubed hole, then pulled out violently and threw me on the bed on all fours. I had just the time to look behind me before I felt him drive his cock deep into my guts again. Gavin looked up to me excited again, both of our heads shoving against the back of the couch in matched time. “He plundered my ass like an animal Mike, and I loved it!”

Damn! Been a bad month- wrecked my back at work sliding and bouncing off a piece of equipment, not enough to take me off schedule, but enough that by the time I was done with my work week, I was done--no sex of any kind--and for me , that was worse than having to have sex with a woman ( still a virgin in that department, thankfully ! LOL) So, yesterday I woke - and no back pain, no sudden shooting bursts of pain- nothing! And it was the 1st of my 3 days off. Got hosed out and began hunting at noon, and nothing was rolling my way. Then, one of the anon FB's hit me up around 8p, wanting up my ass. All was set, he should have been over in 5 to 10 minutes. After 20 minutes I took the blindfold off and sent another msg to him, he was online and no answer, waited another 10 mins, and again msgd to see if he was coming or not- still no answer, so I killed the play date and packed a few essentials, and went south to Miami and the Latin gay bar. Got there just before the door cover kicked in, grabbed a beer, and went to the back patio. A quick walk around, then moved into the back dark corner, slid my shorts down, and waited. As a guy neared, I pushed a gob of vaseline and fist cream mix into my hole. He felt my cock all up, then slipped a finger in my ass, felt around, then pushed his cock in me- fucked me for about 4 minutes as others gathered to watch, one ass wipe kept trying to do a reach under to grab his cock as he pulled out, so i pulled off, spun around and went deep throat on him. After a bit of that, I got back up and bent over the counter, and he began fingering my ass again, then with 3 fingers in, pushed his cock in too, fucked a bit then pulled out his cock and pushed his fist up in me, felt around the hole with his fingers abit, then did a few minutes of mild punch fucking - as I discovered- he was ass fucking the ass wipe next to me as he was fisting my ass! . Decided to break up the 3 way, and walked out of the corner, and connected with a shorter older guy who went right for my tits--love a man like that ! Before he chewed them off completely, I dropped to myy knees and took him deep in my throat, he only lasted a minute before unloading somewhere down my gullet. Went back to the corner, and one of the guys who had been on the edges of the play earlier came up behind me and went straight into my ass with a few fingers--gobbed some more lube on the hole, and he was in- and the hole was opening up nicely, so it was obvious the way it was slopping what he was doing. Ended the night early, taking another load down my throat. And the back has never felt better !

Feeling a hand go deep inside you the first time is a strange but wonderful feeling. No doubt, it leads to wanting more and wanting ever increasing size of toy and tool rammed deep into your hole. I was fisting hot and heavy (both giving and getting ) for a couple years. One of the things that I noticed was that I started loosing any desire for cock. All I was thinking of was trying to get opened wider and taking an arm deeper. It became an obsession. But one day, trying to take an arm to the elbow, I realized that while I was enjoying that, I had not had any cum in months....it was all about getting parTied up and fisting. I backed away.....and started enjoying cocks again. I still fist from time to time, but I am careful. As much as I enjoy feeling someone deep inside me, I do not want to give up on that wonderful meat known as cock. I am not able to take what I once did while fisting and I do not fist with any major frequency......rather it is just a nice experience when it happens. I only offer this as a caution. Other guys have told me the same thing........taking a fist can quickly become all you want. For me, the intimacy of getting a cock up the ass or giving a blow job is more important than fisting......but if you really want it.....you can do amazing things----but soon even a nice sized cock will have little importance to you. Be sure that is what you want.

That is so fucken hot, I love AIDS cocks pumping my cunt and filling me up with more toxic juices. I can't wait to have AIDS

It's coming. I promise. Life's just been throwing too many curveballs my way.

No quesTion....one of THE hoTTesT sTories on here period! Bud of mine was here thurs afternoon and we were reading this while I fucked him and we hit the pipe! Looking forward to loTs more of Adam's hot wickedness!!

thx for chasing. we need hundreds more guys like you to get pozzed every month. let's start a new epidemic

Nothing better than be sitting , spreading legs , arms up and enjoying someone sucking my cock while I just drink a beer and watch porn, and doing poppers of course ... perfect scenario .

I just got back from a hot session with cumholechelsea. To echo @FJLinNYC's sentiments, this boy has a very hot hole! I couldn't get enough of eating his ass out! I also pumped a load in his sweet jock ass. I wanted to pump a second load in him, but it turned out I was just too exhausted from a long day. I will definitely be cumming back to eat and fill his hole in the future. And might even pissfuck him, if he's lucky! WOOF!

I need a nice young smooth Asian arse to play with and to satisfy .... . I love the golden skin tone and the gentle but wicked attitude

More felching of gangbang loads! No cutaways when poppers get snorted. Breedings by cocks with PA's. Dom/sub pozzing role play. And my ultimate would be to have a 20+ load weekend with a group of Treasure Island stars!

I self-identify as a faggot and also as 100% male, but I do enjoy being called bitch, whore, slut, pussy, faggot, queer etc. I get off on degradation and humiliation, to me it re-enforces my role in the bedroom - my position as the submissive partner, the one who takes cock and gets bred in the same way that women do. Yeah, I love being called a bitch. Anything that a man wants to call me, if he enjoys it and gets pleasure from it, is fine with me.

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!

I meet up with a hook-up from BBRT. He was a Thai, muscle bear, 27 years old. His status said 'ask me'. I'm neg but had also listed myself as 'ask me'. We exchanged pics and agreed to meet at his apartment. His cock was six inches, and was quite a thick, massive cock! We stripped and got into action. After 15 minutes of foreplay we were both leaking precum, and he rimmed me well and started to slide an inch into my hole. Then, leaning forward, he kissed me, and so I began pushing back with my hips, encouraging him to slide in, when he said "Please don't push back, I'm not wearing a condom and I'm poz." I was mortified, and sensing as much he asked "Do you have a condom?" [Well, since when its the bottom's duty to bring a condom? (Or is it actually the bottom's duty? It's kinda debatable, isn't it?] "Shall we do anal another day then?" I asked. "I don't think neither of us can pull back from this situation right now. Don't you agree?" he asked, grinning, as he pushed himself deeper into my ass. Well, he was right, I suppose, but to be honest I wasn't lubed up properly and really hurt me, so I found myself hugging him as he thrust is cock in. So there I was, taking my second known poz cock. My ass swallowed his entire dick and he stay in that position, gazing at my body and fondling my nipples and kissing me, at one point commenting "I knew you still want to get fuck." Please don't cum in me," I responded, adding "and make sure you pull out when you're close." He didn't comment, but pumped me steadily for five minutes or so in the missionary position, then switched to doggy and power-fucked me, all the while his rhythm got increasingly fast and hard, which I took as a tell-tale sign that he was on the verge of cumming. Again I pleaded "Please, don't cum inside me," but he didn't stop, nor did he say anything. Instead he pinned me down on his bed, his legs locking my legs, and his palms locking my elbow. Obviously I knew what was about to happen. Part of me didn't even think about struggling, and I guess that was what was in control, because I distinctly felt him unloading his jizz into my ass, and even then he didn't stop fucking me. Five minutes later he pushed me onto my side and spooned me, resuming fucking me, but this time slower. I dug deep for a shred of courage to ask "Did you cum?" "Maybe. Yeah, I think so." I knew I just taken poz cum. He then kissed my neck, wrapping his muscular, buff arms around me, and spooning me while fucking me at a somewhat slower speed. Coupled with the smoothing background music and dim lighting, he caressed me for the next ten minutes, spoon-fucking me as he stroked my cock. Then, without warning, I got his second poz load. This time, he stick his dick in, hug me in spoon position, playing with my nipple with his left hand and jerking me till I shot my load. After all this play we were both sweaty, and creating quite a mess, so we rested for ten minutes or so and then headed to the shower where he soaped me up, and looking at me in the large full length bathroom mirror, he again hugged me from the back, and yes, again I felt his erect dick teasing my ass as he whispered in my ear "I'd like to try for a third load," stroking my chest and abdomen down to my semi-erect cock. The third fuck was the most brutal. He pistoned-fucked deep, using very hard strokes, in the process hitting my prostate and the walls. It was an amazing combination of pain and pleasure. After a good five minutes I auto-came, and apparently he was so turned on by the fact that I had cum that he came shortly afterwards. I had a hard time trying to minimize the leak of his cum whilst on my way back. It was a somewhat terrifying experience, but still it was very memorable.

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.

I think it's cool that he appreciates it. But then who wants to lose a hot, hung regular?

It happened to me once at a diner. He was with wifey. He was shocked to see me but he followed me into the restroom and knelt and sucked me off.

Just now recovering from last night's 4 load party. Time to get back to the bathhouse.

I am 30 rugby built lad seeking good looking guys around my age or younger to chat on Skype who's into same things as me.

Previously... “Ungh… oh fuck it… alright. We’ll both film this on our phones. Send it to whatever storage you have. But it’s fucking game-over for both of us if either of these leak. And if you even think about editing the footage to doctor yourself out, I know a tonne of people who can reverse it, so don’t even think of double crossing me ya lil spide.” “As do I” I countered, jacking him harder. I noticed the angrier he got, the harder he got and the less his elocution showed. There was a steely Belfast accent under all the softer tones. He was showing his roots. His cock was pulsing in my hand now. I used his flowing precum to gently start massaging his cockhead directly. He held out his hand to stop me, biting his lip. Too sensitive or too close I guess. Then taking my hand away from his cock, he shook it, glaring at me with a weird mix of respect and loathing. “To mutually assured destruction?” I grinned as I took my hand back and keeping eye contact with him, I licked a drop of precum from my thumb. “To mutually assured destruction!” Right so... Breaking eye contact I went and set up my phone. Simon got me to angle it away from the bathroom door, should Iain stumble back through. Once recording, Simon brought me over to lean over the lines of MDMA in doggy style. My bent-over arse was in the foreground of both phones. He faced the cameras and said “lets put on a show”. Looking at the footage later it was clear Simon had a lot of experience in making home videos. He knew the best positions and angles and even played to the audience a bit. In describing what followed I’m remembering more from watching the film clip than from memory (also later I smoked a fuck-tonne of weed so that department got a bit hazy). The video begins with a close-up shot of my half-on trackies and navy jock-strap’s waistband, with a bit of builder’s cleavage in between and Simon’s beautiful face on the same level. He looked back into the cameras and licked his lips and started massaging my covered arse. Then gathering some material in each hand and slowly tugging it, inching it down, he exposed my pale ass cheeks. He pulled them apart to show my shaved pink hole for a second and then, turning to speak into my camera, he said “nice arse Mike” and then brought his hand down for a violent ringing slap. “What the fuck?” I shouted. “What you can’t handle a little punishment? You sure seem to be able to dish it but not take it.” He laughed and started to massage my ass in circular motions, working both hands out and stretching my cheeks so my “rosebud” was visible, and then squeezing them back together again and kissing my bulging cheeks. Massage out, stretch, massage in, kiss, or lick, or nibble, or once even motorboat. I relaxed into the massage and started moving in-sync with his motions. This massaging motion grew slowly more forceful, his strong hands grabbing my ass-cheeks and squashing them back together. Then he changed it up to the order of “massage out, spit on my hole, massage in, spank”. Not as painful as the first spank but slightly tingly and building in intensity. On camera he’d turn with an eyebrow raised before turning back to spit on me. While this was taking place I remember drifting off by trying to remember if I ate anything since the chilli-fries at the rugby match. Would I be clean enough to get fucked? Would he want to fuck me bare? I hadn’t said I wanted condoms either. Simon whacked me out of this reverie though with a well-timed smack to my right cheek. Then my left. Then straight across my asshole. What the fuck? He slapped my fuckin hole! You don’t slap someone there, not if you want it to open up? It stung like a motherfucker! “Simon seriously lay off the spanking!” “Get into it Mike. You asked for me and I play rough. Was that too much for you? How about this?” Simon then massaged outwards and ran an extended finger to make a circle around my newly tingling spit-drenched hole. I was tense and worried that he’d immediately try and finger-fuck me, and yet all the sensation from my prostate and sphincter and everywhere between was pushing toward his hands, almost willing him to make them his. But he kept on with that wonderful circular motion he was making with the pads of his fingers. I gripped the table edge and imagined the MDMA in my blood coursing up towards Simon’s manual attentions. All my awareness was through my ass now. I could almost feel his thumb’s fingerprint ridges and whorls as he worked his spit-slime over my pucker’s pink entrance. It was a salve against the soreness and I felt my knees buckle as he added his tongue. On camera Simon held me at just the right angle to show as much rimming as possible, but the parts that made me moan like a little bitch was when he abandoned his careful licking to dive deep into my gash and fuck his tongue and jaw into me. On camera all you saw was the back of his head and neck tensing as he let my hole have it. First the tip of his tongue, then the main part of the tongue pushing in and down to the root of it, then lapping all the way back up to the tip, and repeating. This was working wonders against my tight knot of muscle, which increasingly was loosening and letting him up inside. As his tongue worked me open I was worried for a second that I may have some… residue – fuck it – call it like it is – shit, but if there was anything up there Si never stopped or broke his pace for a moment. He fucking loved my hole. Just lapping away like a dog for ages. Looking back at the recording of us, of him grabbing my ass cheeks in both hands, making circular motions and exposing my pink hole, I noticed how much in the beginning it looked like a bad porn, where the actors are too conscious of the camera and constantly sneaking little glances back at it. It was weird to see how much how I played to my camera – checking my position, arching my back here, double-checking with the image on the phone. I guess porn directors edit out this kind of behaviour all the time. Simon was the same early on, as he was massaging and spitting on me, he pulled back for a sec, winked at the phones, then spanked me hard and so on. However this awareness of the cameras changed the more he rimmed me. We both stopped checking to see what we looked like and just went for it. His tongue on my hole. His breath on my skin. His manicured lawyer hands grabbing a fistful of each ass-cheek and leaving red finger-trails. Spit dripping down my crack in little rivulets to the front pouch of my jockstrap. Simon once more smacking down painfully. This smack signalled the replacement of his tongue with two fingers. Simon started to work his circular motion deeper now, while conversely giving lighter gentler spankings on my rosy backside. “Oh yeah that type of spanking is perfect, yeah, spank me again Si”. He obliged. His spanking became more frequent, never hitting the same place twice. He deftly fit his two fingers now two knuckles deep… “Oh fuck yeah. Make my arse red Si. This is the way I like it” On the video Simon went all out, smacking my arse, watching my ass get redder and redder from overlapping handprints. Meanwhile the unspanking hand fingerfucked my hole, stretching and widening my pink pucker. After I was a glowing red all over, he went back to gently massaging me. The feeling of sensation from his hand rubbing over my tender cheeks was exquisite. Pure pleasure tinged with sharp needle pricks of pain. I felt an emptiness as Simon pulled his digits out of me, then hearing him ask the cameras (not me?), “do you like this?”, he started rubbing his cock against my back entrance. The hooded 7” was teasing me, pushing against to almost the point of slipping in, and then rubbing up or down my crack. Simon dripped lube all over his cock and my hole and teased me. Moving up, almost in, and over. Each time he almost pushed in, I wanted to shout out “stop!” - I wasn’t ready to bareback. But the cock felt so good, there, lubed up, making a slick cunty channel in my ass-cheeks. Up, almost in, and over…Yet I was surprised I hadn’t said anything. As I purred with pleasure as his cock made another pass at my “hole-in-one”, it started to dawn on me that I didn’t actually want him to put a condom on. Somewhere deep inside me I was thrilled by the thought of bareback sex with this high-flying lawyer. Up, almost in, and over… As if when he shoved it in, he would rub off some of his success on me. Claim me. Turn me to gold with his Midas cock. The motion stuttered for a moment and I looked back to see Simon leaning back to angle the phones a little toward my head. Catching my eye coldly, he grunted “Mike now’s the time to choose whether to fuck off back to your mundane little life or not. You’ll of course leave the stash here for free and I’ll keep close tabs on ya, or …,” and with this he thrust against me, his cockhead starting to edge ever further into my hole… his steely expression not betraying a hint of pleasure from him… his pre-cummy head start to push past my hole bare… “Or you do those two lines for the camera”. He held up his phone, “say cheese, big boy!” “Cheese” I snorted the two lines, and his cock slammed into me.

Previously… “Are you inviting me to your party Simon?” “Well that depends Mike. This invite is for Newry9inches. But it definitely doesn’t extend to Mike McAllister, Irish Sun journalist. What do you think?” Right so… Fuck me! My mouth was gaping open as Simon stared at me waiting for a response. He chuckled and helped Iain up off the floor. Iain picked himself up and shuffled off the en-suite again. It was just me and Simon now. I still hadn’t said a word. I was in shock. Simon obviously was very good at doing his homework, and my journalist mind was immediately trying to make the connections. How had he figured out who I was? He could barely remember my name a minute ago! I don’t have my photo in the paper (it’s bad business for most tabloid journos) and I had just made up the name “Newry9Inches”. Simon walked over to the pile of MDMA and started carding up more lines. As I took in his very economical way of crushing the powder and splitting up the lines – 3 motions per line, I mumbled, “I’m happy to be anonymous”. Simon looked up at that and smiled. God, those dimples! He beckoned me over to the table with the rolled up twenty pound note… …while with his other hand he pulled out a massive black dildo from under the table. “Right Newry, here’s the thing – I don’t want you to be anonymous, cause the people downstairs won’t anonymous to you. I need you to tip the scales here a bit. I’m gonna ask you to do two lines of MDMA here in front of me, fully naked and take some punishment from Hugo here (he nodded at the dildo), and I’m gonna film it. And then I’ll hold on to it for insurance and that way we can be sure you won’t make another hack-piece on either me or any of my guests.” All my wonderful fantasies had suddenly evaporated. Suddenly I didn’t care about the house-party below anymore. The idea of someone holding blackmail footage of me wasn’t an instant boner-killer. I mean, it would be nice to fuck all the wonderful studs I’d spent my gay life getting rejections from online. If only just cause I didn’t fit their strict criteria of being wealthy enough to have a private trainer and was still able to fuck with the best of them… Anyways what the fuck was Simon saying about a hack-piece? Who did he know? “What’re are ya on about Si? What’s this about hack-pieces?” Simon chuckled his deep baritone and replied “you’ll have to give me some quid pro quo before I answer that Newry” and proffered the rolled up twenty. He continued, “aren’t you curious to find out what goes on here? To get an all-access pass? You don’t think I don’t know that there’re rumours out there about me. It’s fuckin Belfast! Don’t you want to see which ones are true?” I squeezed my gritty nose and tried to focus on what he was telling me, however the amount of MDMA that was in my system was making it difficult. All it wanted to tell me was how life can be a torrent of ease and agreeability and to lean back and stroke the soft bed spread… Not the best drug to be high on right now. I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t be making these decisions” and then countered with “but wouldn’t it be lovely to see how this “half” lives and who knows, maybe they’ll accept me?”. Back and forth my inner voice went…. “Fucking get a hold of yourself Mike, you’re high as a fucking kite right now”. I pulled up my jockstrap over my cock again and looked for my tracksuit bottoms. “Simon wouldn’t do anything with the tape, we’re fuck buddies now…” I absentmindedly stroked my swollen cock trapped again by the jockstrap pouch. “Con warned you about him, remember ugly Eoghan”. I found my trackie bottoms, and was trying to slip them up… “…aw but I haven’t even cum yet” I looked over longing at the bathroom door where a solid rugby player I’d been fucking was currently soaping himself up again. …till eventually… “Simon, I’ll let you film me snorting the MDMA…” …deep breath… “…but with some provisos”. I reached out and started stroking his cock. “No dildo. We’ll use your cock instead. And you’re in the shot. And I get a copy” Simon laughed and retorted. “I don’t think you understand who has the upper hand here Mike” I glanced down at his hardening cock in my hand and laughed back at him. “I know perfectly well Simon. After all I’ve a time-honoured way of adding a little journalistic precaution. When I got to your address, I put in a phone message for my office number, detailing where I was going, and my ideas of who was gonna be there. If anything “untoward” should happen me Simon, that’s the first place my colleagues will look.” I stared him down while continuing to jack him harder. His stare was intense and calculating – no dimples now. I could almost see the grudging admiration build in him, and it wasn’t the only thing that was building. His cock was rigid in my hand now. I continued to jack him, faster, his soft tanned foreskin moving smooth over his glistening cockhead. Was that more precum oozing out now? “Ungh… oh fuck it… alright. We’ll both film this on our phones. Send it to whatever storage you have. But it’s fucking game-over for both of us if either of these leak. And if you even think about editing the footage to doctor yourself out, I know a tonne of people who can reverse it, so don’t even think of double crossing me ya lil spide.” “As do I” I countered, jacking him harder. I noticed the angrier he got, the harder he got and the less his elocution showed. There was a steely Belfast accent under all the softer tones. He was showing his roots. His cock was pulsing in my hand now. I used his flowing precum to gently start massaging his cockhead directly. He held out his hand to stop me, biting his lip. Too sensitive or too close I guess. Then taking my hand away from his cock, he shook it, glaring at me with a weird mix of respect and loathing. “To mutually assured destruction?” I grinned as I took my hand back and keeping eye contact with him, I licked a drop of precum from my thumb. “To mutually assured destruction!” Just a short update this time. Will post more soon

Previously… And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside – bare fucking was amazing. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse’s hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him. Right so… Now I should clarify what I meant previously about liking a previously tapped hole. I was a bit of an expert on tag-teaming. In fact you could say that in college I majored in fourways with a minor in journalism. All through my journalism degree in Queen’s Uni I was involved long-term open slutty four-way. My group – Joe, Andrew, Kevin and I were the hotter and more sexually ambitious college kids, so we enjoyed what we had, moving into two two-person campus apartments together on the Malone road and using one of them for studying and the other for fucking. Sunday mornings were great! We spent most of our semester weekends getting through all the gay kama sutra positions, while the more nerdier, more homely gays were all up for running the LGB society. We thought our fourway was discreet enough, we’d always rearrange things when parents came visiting, but of course, all the scene knew! Even my mate Con told me that there was a name for us doing the rounds– the four queens in Queens. Very droll. Sadly this gossip reached the ears of all of our families – someone actually maliciously sent a poison pen letter to them – some fuckin old-school begrudger. Cause of that experience I sure-as-shit now knew that in Belfast you can’t do anything without everyone knowing about it the next day! It’s the reason my ex’s are ex’s and now living in a hippy commune in Tennessee, above a gay bar in Provincetown and the outback mining town Broken Hill in Australia. ABFB – Anywhere but fucking Belfast! Thinking this as I pulled my cock out of Northern Ireland’s gay national treasure, who reassuringly farted as some air escaped him (it made the whole thing a bit more real), I decided I should get my bearings a little, and while doing so, figure out what I wanted. I was high but not stupid. Even my trash-rag career could be endangered if it got out that I was partying and playing. I looked over and jokingly tagged Simon in. The salt and pepper stunner had shucked his robe off somewhere and I could see he had kept his chest well man-scaped, with the level of body hair that said hairy, but also showed off his defined muscles. Under that he had a deep and complete all-over tan, no weird tanlines, which meant he definitely travelled a lot. We get about one week of sunny days where it’s over 30 degrees in August and you’d never get such a deep tan from that, and I didn’t see Simon going to the sunning beds somehow. I guess you could say we have two seasons in Ireland – rainy season and that one week where you see that yellow thing in the sky… what’s it called? So if you want to escape our national seasonal affective disorder you’ve to pay up. Bastard didn’t even have the decency to have a little potbelly for his age. As he walked over I just took it all in – the muscles (on both of them), the tan (on Simon) and the spontaneity of it all. One moment I’m looking up BBRT in the hope of jacking off to some pictures of the dimpled lawyer and the next minute I’m spitroasting a local celebrity with him. Simon walked over to my place and lowered his 7 incher to Iain’s sloppy fuckhole. He’d found some lube and made a show of squirting some on Iain’s pink pucker and wiping the lube round with his straining cock. Iain wasn’t up for being teased and reached back and took control quickly. With proper bottoming skill he skewered himself with a grunt on Simon’s cock, his massive blocky thighs shuddering in pleasure. Going around to Iain’s head, I saw that the majority of the MDMA was salvaged and piled a bit away from Iain - who right now was surprising me by taking my ass-stained cock in his mouth, lapping all the old cum and ass juice off it – this was going to be a night of firsts! Close up I saw that professional rugby had not been too kind to the prop forward. He had the classic cauliflower ears and mangled nose that anyone who spends a large amount of their time in a scrum shoving and straining against fifteen other men, tends to pick up after a while. Looking down I caught Iain staring straight back up at me, I was a tiny bit shocked at first and worried he might have copped that I knew who he was, or worse that he might know who I was, but then I realised he was just totally zoned out and staring into the middle distance. The MDMA was doing its trick alright. Smiling down at Iain, I grabbed his hair and really started to fuck his throat. With my other hand I gathered the last few errant MDMA crumbs into a decent bump and snorted them, squeezing my nose after to stop any fallout. Iain’s pale muscled back was bunching as he took the pounding from both ends. I leant back and let the MDMA bliss flow down from my crown to the rest of my body. I looked up to smile at Simon and saw that he too was blissing out. He’d built up a powerful thumping rhythm, and my senses went into overdrive. Below I could hear a heavy bass-line from the main party room and I felt the build-up of anticipation – would I get to be one of the lucky invitees? I could feel the back of Iain’s throat mash against my cock head in time with Simon’s thrusts. The beat we were all experiencing, through the floor, in our fucking, it was the beat of life. This moment was hardcore, yet tender, dirty as fuck and yet sacred. Ah fuck yeah – shoving my dick into the rugby player’s willing throat, staring over at Lawyer John, I mean, Simon, looking actually kinda skinny by comparison between Iain’s massive thighs. The steady flow of MDMA goodness just upped a notch as the extra bump hit home. I felt like my skull got extra loose on my body, hearing the music from downstairs, hearing gags and wheezes from Iain, just letting the sounds and images and feelings just wash all over me like a tide. The MDMA never had this effect on me before but then again I’d never taken it pure – only with Ecstasy and weed, which might have counteracted the effects. And then, like a wave, I could almost feel the memory slip over me. Simon was Joe, Iain was Andrew, Kevin was rimming me from behind… I was back in college, spitroasting Andrew with Joe (who was and still is a committed top), and Kevin rimming me. We fucking loved that position. Kevin could happily rim me for days. Joe loved making the Eifel tower on Andrew (or me or Kevin occasionally) and then power-topping the lucky bottom. We were definitely not your typical Belfast students. We’d all met at the QUB LGB soc where in Fresher’s week we all played a “purity test” drinking game - where you had to drink for every impure thing you did. Us four hit it off immediately and soon enough we were rolling out the door and into one of our bedrooms. I even remember the disapproving glare of the LGB soc president at the time, who was still very sober - this total prick Orson Adams. Since that night he was always putting long rants on the soc’s webpages about not needing to conform to societal stereotypes of promiscuity and that kinda shit. Fucking holier-than-thou acne-covered prat! The type who gets on every uni committee possible so they can use it in their political career a few years later. Speaking of Orson, now the acne’s cleared up, the ego’s bigger and for the last five years he’s been getting groomed by the SDLP to run in the next election for Stormont. I had to do a big piece on him “spearheading” the SDLP and Alliance Party’s Marriage-equality campaign up here a little while ago at a press conference. I still remember him calling up his Irish trophy “husband” Tadhg to the stage. I’d been only half listening though, cause most of my attention was spent trying to charm my way into the pants of this fresh college grad taking notes beside me. I’d zoomed in on the fresh meat as soon I arrived. He was a tall, dark-brown haired guy wearing a very fashionable boat-necked chunky woollen top that perfectly accentuated his collarbones. In fairness, you could hang a paper bag off those collarbones and it’d look high-fashion. And it just so happens that pronounced collarbones and sparkly blue eyes are two secret faves of mine! He was also writing notes in one of those Ernest Hemingway jotters that all idealistic young journos get – Damn – this boy was ticking all my boxes! I was already making my excuses to my photographer Joanne (the meanest Dyke paparazzo I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a few!) who rolled her eyes and looked for the bar. “And wipe the drool off your mug before you head over, ya haven’t got his cock yet…” Joanne stopped as she realised I’d already gone. Fast forward about fifteen minutes. I’ve been laying it on real-thick with this tall sparkly eyed beauty. We’ve been talking German Expressionism and the archetype of the tortured artist. We’ve been scoffing at how terrible American chocolate is, while grudgingly admitting that Irish chocolate might not quite be up to Belgium’s standards. Fuck it, but I was really thinking I was getting somewhere when there’s a lull in background noise and all eyes turn towards us. Cute Journalism Student turns around to me and says “Sorry Mike, that’s my cue” and heads up to the podium to be introduced. Fucking gutted! He was Orson’s Tadhg! I should have possibly guessed it from his name. I mean there’s not that many people with those crazy unspellable Irish names here up North - it’s a classic tell of a Southerner, but well, he just seemed way too nice to be caught up in Orson’s web of bullshit. He seemed so charming, sharp and well-read (we were both eagerly awaiting the new Orhan Pamuk book), and watching him leave had some serious benefits too (very snug fitting and perky!). But now he was up on stage talking about how he and his husband couldn’t wait to tie the knot up here like down South at their “starter-wedding” – pass me a fuckin bucket! Y’see the thing is, dickheads like Orson really pissed me off. They want so much to be accepted by the society that rejects them, to have their slice of the “white picket fence dream” too, that they lose track of the gift they’ve been given. We don’t have to play by the rules, settle down two by two, safe and declawed for the straight world to accept us. We can be polyamorous, make our own families, create new codes to live by and then break em down again. We can arrange orgies at the drop of a hat and drunkenly ring up the Guinness World Record office asking for the number of men daisy-chaining record! Straight people are terrified of us because somewhere deep down in their mostly-switched off brains they realise what we represent, that it’s all a fucking charade. We’re part of the select few who’ve had the scales lifted off of our eyes and see the whole shitshow for the sham it is – religion, economics, from marriage vows to the… uh …the fucking Bologna Process of degrees and Masters and Doctorates, all that shite. As if there’s some external force that makes one person more intelligent than the other, more valid than the other. We’re given a gift of getting booted out of normal society and for some reason then you get pricks like Orson begging to get back in. Of course the self-satisfied prat was all fawning over me the last time I met him, cause he wanted a good article on his campaign. I remember later at the press conference him leaning in beside me, resting his clammy hand on mine and gushing “you’ll have to make this front page Michael! I still remember our days at Queen’s fondly!” I’m pretty sure I managed to keep my internal wretching to the minimum. I guess it was kismet or something when later that day the SDLP split over the vote. The party whip couldn’t control their back-benchers I guess. I had a gut feeling that there’d be trouble like that ahead and had Joanne tail the lovebirds. Sure enough she came back with a shot of the happy couple looking like they were arguing behind the hotel. Bingo! – that photo made the front page (like he asked) the next day. Headline “Not all sunshine and rainbows; Gay split in party vote!” What a fuckin triumph! Though I did feel a bit shitty for dragging Cutey McHowdafuckdyespellyername into it. That was pretty cold blooded of me. Speaking of cold. What…? Cold? My dick is cold? At this point Iain jolted me out of my reverie as he pushed me out of him. My cock wasn’t nice and snug and warm anymore! I looked down to see that the rugby player was totally blitzed out at this point and was having a hard time just trying to even focus on my bobbing cock. I wasn’t sure what other drugs Iain had done, but he was in classic overstimmed mode. Simon pulled out of him too and it was like the strings on a puppet were cut. Iain just flopped over onto his back on the ground and started making hrunghing noises to himself and giggling. Slut down, I guess… At least he didn’t OD. That’d be a fucking Pulitzer inside scoop if he did though. I could lie and pretend I’d gone deep undercover. Oh wow. I am cold blooded. Simon was smirking at Iain’s wipe-out and reached across to me, saying “I think that proves that we’re not police”. “Well I’d have to, um, agree” I answered, giving him my hand. I was still a bit dazed, still half-in my reverie – this MDMA was doing strange things to my memories. I kept falling into stream-of-conscious memories from like ten years ago. Simon pulled me up into another kiss. He tasted of Iain’s ass and something sweet - maybe liquorice? As we kissed I realised the mischievous mood had slowed down a little. Was Simon going to finish things up with me now? I kept kissing him, rubbing my tongue against his, reaching into his salt and pepper hair and pulling him deeper to make the kiss more passionate but he pulled back. Was I going to be asked to put back on my clothes? I was way too high to head on right now! It’d be better to distract him…“What do you taste of?” I asked. Simon raised his eyebrow and then, remembering, said “Oh that’s Salmiakki – the Finnish Liquor”. “Could I try some?” “Oh, yeah, sure I guess. It’s in the bar downstairs” “Are you inviting me to your party Simon?” “Well that depends Mike. This invite is for Newry9inches. But it definitely doesn’t extend to Mike McAllister, Irish Sun journalist. What do you think?”

An older neighbor started breeding my ass when I was 13, but my older brother would come in my room at night and play with my cock back then too.

Agree with NLbear on the prepping for a guy and then it`s over in 5 mins the couple times ive topped now ive cum in about 15-20 mins but i keep it in and soft fuck him till i get hard and go for loads 2 and even 3

I was a safe player before and had kind of fantacies of bareback for couple of years. Just several months ago, I decided to go bareback anf started taking PreP ( afraid of getting HIV). Right now, I'm totally a cumslut and love all raw fuck, anonymous dick, the taste of cum, and gangbangs at darkroom. Im also pretty like who I am right now and always glad that I did a right decision of bareback. Recently, I have such fantacies of getting pozed in a convert party, and having a biohazard tattoo on my chest after get the bug. And that really makes me hard. So, does it means that someday, maybe couple of years latter, I will decide to get pozed and make these fantacies reality finally, as I decided to bareback?

After having spent 20-30 minutes (or longer) in the bathroom to make sure I am clean I expect a bit more than a 3 minute fuck. Of course it can happen that the top just cannot help but cumming after a few minutes but I feel a bit neglected when that happens. Yes, I may be a demanding bottom.......but I need some fun too and I expect the top to make me cum too. That's in a 1-1 situation. In groups or BH it is different as you know (or hope) there will be more cock to plow your hole and dump a load so I don't mind that much when it turns out to be a a quicky.

As a bottom, I like the session to go on and on and on. The longer the better I think.

Married breeder here as well. I do fuck a lot of other married guys and I do enjoy hearing stories of them doing things with their families with my loads still in their guts. I've fucked married guys in their marital beds as well as their kids beds. We both get off on it all its part of the thrill. I haven't worn a condom with any of them and I have a lot of them I do regular.

I was fucked by a homeless guy at Sand Key beach in clearwater, florida one day. I was out tanning in my gstring and then went to their showers on the sidewalk in my gstring and a homeless guy was watching me from the bushes and i noticed he was j/o, so i went into the changing rooms and he followed. He was a pretty nasty troll, pretty dirty and smelly. But that was way more of a turn on. Never said a word to each other, he just flowed me in, i knelt dow.And atarted blowing him then just turned around and he fucked me... told him i wanted him to cum in my mouth, he started to cum in my hole and i pulled away and grabbed his cock and shoved it into my mouth and took the rest of the load down my throat. Was a hot degrading experience.

As I was thinking about the young black boy's cock, James came over. "How are you, babe?" "Good. You?" "I am good. Do you mind staying with Eric for a bit? I have to drop off my friend since he's too fucked to drive." I simply nodded and James was gone. Eric came over and stood over me. I was still laying on the floor looking up to him and all my focus was on his big beautiful black cock. My lips started to part and I started to salivate a little bit. He smiled and gradually lowered his body til his soft cock and balls covered my face. I used my tongue to lick all over and moved his soft cock around til the tip of it was placed in between my lips. Then I inhaled his soft cock and started to suck on it as I swallowed his cock deeper into my throat inch by inch. Soon I felt his cock get hard and started to cut my air supplies. I still held on to his cock as long as I could before lettting it out of my mouth. As his cock grew bigger, it completely covered my vision so as I sucked his cock, all I could see was his cock and his balls. When he took his cock away from me and pulled me up, I begged him to feed me more of his cock. He told me to put clothes on. I was so sad but I obeyed him and put my shorts and t-shirt on. We walked out to his car and started to drive away. My mind was so occupied with the image of magnificent black cock that I didn't realize James was supposed to come back to pick me up. I wanted to suck Eric while driving but he didn't let me. Instead he threw a big black vibrating dildo on my lap and told me to fuck myself with it. I asked for lube and he told me he doesn't have lube and just spat on it. I placed the tip of the dildo on my hole opening and started to move it back and forth . Soon my hole started to leak out some of the cum onto the rubber cock and made it slide in deeper into my hole. I slide it into me deeper inch by inch and turned the vibrator on. When I had the whole thing in me with the vibration, I was in my own sexual heaven. Apparently my body was writhing and I was moaning loud. Eric slapped me lightly to brign me back to reality when we arrived at a bathhouse parking lot. He told me to put my shorts on and I did it without taking the vibrator out. We opened the door to the bathhouse and was greeted by a big black old man. His stomach was so big that it hung over his jeans but his huge cock was even bigger. It was bigger than Eric's and the thought of him inside of me scared me even in my chem sex high. Eric and this old man talked a bit and took me to a small dark room behind the old man. They took out the pipe and smoked. While I was taking my hit, old man pulled out my vibrator and placed plastic syringe and inserted some liquid into my hole. Eric handed me a drink with a pill and I took them without any question. Soon I was in a total chem bliss and welcomed everything they wanted. Eric lifted me up and started to bounce me up and down on his cock as we started to walk around the bathhouse. There were quite few people in the bathhouse and most of them were black men. Eric kept on bouncing me on his cock as people approached us and started to feel my body. Soon I was feeling fingers stretching my hole wider than I felt another cock trying to push its way in along Eric. My hole was too tight to allow the second cock in but I loved feeling the constant pressure on my opening. After a while, I felt the vibrating rubber dildo being pushed into me. It hurt a lot and I tried to move away but Eric and others held me down. Soon I felt my hole feeling soooooo good being impaled by Eric and a vibrating black rubber cock. Then Eric pulled out of me and another cock replaced Eric's. I opened my eyes to see an old black man face staring down at me before Eric came into my view. He told me that he thinks I am ready for my black conversion. I said yes softly inbetween moaning. He said, "louder" over and over til I was shouting, "I am ready for my black conversion. Please fuck me and use me. Breed me. " Many men around me laughed. Eric told me that I am going to take any cock that he tells me to. I said, "yes. Please" When Eric stood up, I looked around and saw only black men with big cocks. I didn't care what they looked like as long they had big hard cock and Eric let them fuck either my face or my hole. I did my best to milk it til I was rewarded. After few hours, the old man from the front counter came over to me and started to push inside of me. My hole was still not big enough for him. Eric placed a little white powder under my nose and told me to inhale. It was tranquilizer and I relaxed completely and felt him enter me. My body soon went completely limp and i felt nothing but his cock as it stretched my inner muscle little by little. I felt super connected to him and felt like he was my whole world. After a while, my body rocked hard as the man fucked me hard. All I heard was his grunting and his fat belly and heavy balls slapping my body as he ran into me. He bred my hole and stayed in me to breed again. When he pulled out, I was a complete wreck. I was alone with this man. The man told me to get out since he has to close up. I walked out the door but didn't know where to go. I saw Eric's car in the lot and started to walk towards it. When I got to his car, he told me I have to entertain couple of more people before I can get in the car. He took me to the alley behind the lot and there were two homeless men. They were both black men. As I got on my knees between them, I was pleased to find them hard and big. I started to deep throat it inspite of all the smell. Two homeless men must haven't fucked for a while since they gave me the first cum shot rather quickly. But they had more than one in them to fill me up. They spit roasted me and filled my mouth and hole with their loads over and over. I was a bit grossed out by their looks initially but their big hard cocks and generous cum made me end up thanking them over and over when they were done. Eric took me into the car and dropped me off at my house. As I walked down the hallway, I passed by some black boys from the dorm and felt weak kneed. After tonight.s conversion, I was addicted to black men.

After I got another load from Brad, we were soaking wet and funky. Justin suggested we go get showered off, which was exactly what we needed. Although I was holding on two the three poz loads that had just been pumped into me, and I wasn't going to lose them. A good shower was exactly what the three of us needed after such a ground-breaking afternoon. We dried off and went to get new towels, throwing them in the bin and then asking for new towels. Brad got one for himself and one for Justin. When I asked for mine, Brad told the attendant that I didn't need one, and he steered me back upstairs towards the room. I asked, "What's going on?" Brad replied "Since you broke your poz cherry today, we should see if you can get some more charged loads up your hole - and we can't advertise it if you're wearing a towel." At this remark all three of us started to sprout wood. This was definitely going to be interesting. We went up to the second floor where Brad and Justin walked me around the hallways. As we passed the water fountain I paused to get a quick drink. Three guys were standing in the immediate vicinity. Justin separated my ass-cheeks inviting the guys to "Get a look at this, guys. Freshly bred butt-hole," finishing-up with a sharp slap to my ass. I was, of course, startled as hell, and in the process began to loose some of the cum I had been consciously holding back. 'Fuck', I thought, 'here I am with cum running down my legs'. Two of the guys just smiled and walked on, but the third, a guy in his 30's started stroking his cock under his towel. Brad completed the invitation saying "If you want a piece of that, stop by Room 213 and ask for Rik!" I was being pimped out by the two guys that bred me! How humiliating ... but also kinda hot! We were all still sprouting wood, so we were all getting off on this. And I still had nothing covering me. Brad said, "Come on, let's walk around." The three of us went to the multi-level video room next. Once our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, there were around six guys watching the porn. But my two pimps were going to change their focus. Justin looked at Brad and said, "I think we need to show our slut off!" Brad smiled and said, "Great idea." "What do you guys have in mind?" I asked. Justin stepped up to me and gave me a big, French kiss saying "Let's have some fun!" With that he led me to one of the risers and had me get on my hands and knees, so my asshole was at a perfect level for his cock. Justin didn't ask Brad at this point, he just worked his pierced cock up my hole again - in front of the other guys. Brad was working his cock under his towel, enjoying Justin's perverted exhibitionism. Justin, meanwhile, was slowly fucking my ass. Clearly he wasn't looking to get off, but publicize ownership of my fuckhole - if only for the afternoon. A couple guys moved closer towards us to get a better view, which was, of course, exactly what Justin was planning. In a completely audible voice he remarked "Brad, this slut still feels good after we pozzed his hole. Stick your cock up his ass and feel for yourself." As he withdrew he asked me "Hey, Rik, how’s your hole now?" But before I could think of a clever reply Justin had fully withdrawn, stepped away, and, giving me a sharp slap, held my cheeks apart as Brad stepped forward, draped his towel over my head, and slid his poz cock up my ass. "Yeah, you'll like this freshly pozzed hole," Justin grunted. Brad fucked away for several minutes, and while so doing, Justin asked "Doesn't he feel good?" (I can only assume Justin was playing poz whore master for the audience.) "Yeah, I should have pozzed him back when I converted. This slut would have loved it," Brad commented. Crap! Did Brad really mean that? I started out that morning with my boyfriend and his friend, and now I'm their freshly pozzed towel rack and cumdump. If this wasn't humiliating enough, I started feeling several hands feeling my body. Looking down, I could see five pair of feet around me. Guys were feeling my chest, cock, ass and Brad's cock as it slowly worked my hole. I heard Brad ask "You want to fuck my slut? You've gotta big dick. He'll love it." Brad pulled out and I felt two fingers slide into my asshole. I certainly didn't know whose fingers they were - I was not in a position to explore who-was-who. Nor, to be honest, did I want or care to find out. I watched Brad's feet step away as another guy got into position. I waited to feel a new cock ... and then saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor. Justin intervened saying "Dude, this slut is deathly allergic to condoms. He can only be fucked bare." I kinda laughed at Justin's quick thinking. Nicely played, Justin. I saw the guy step back, remarking "I only fuck with condoms ... sorry." Brad replied "No problem," and with that the guy walked away. Another guy said, "I'll fuck your slut!" Brad said, "Have at it!" The new guy threw his towel over my head as well and got in position behind my hole. Justin said, "We're looking for charged loads for our slut here, you got one?" The new guy said, "Yeah, I've been poz for a while, and I'm happy to share my strain with your slut!" Brad said, "Excellent, give him your load!" The new guy slammed his cock inside my ass and I just about lost my breath. Holy shit he was big! The new guy commented "Damn, his hole is full of cum. I love messy sluts!" And with that by way of introduction he fucked my ass, surrounded by a whole group of guys, giving the impression I was the last available piece of ass on the planet. I couldn't see much of anything, especially since now a couple of smelly towels were draped over my head, but suddenly Brad slid beneath the towels, wiggling close so he could kiss me while I was getting fucked. Then I felt his legs stretch out next to my right torso. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Are you getting fucked?" I asked. "Yeah, Justin still hasn't had a chance to breed me with his toxic cum yet and I want it really bad. Do you feel like a bugchasing cum dump whore now?" I managed to say "Fuck yeah, and oh God, I love you!" Then he pulled my head down and started making out with me again. We were both getting bred by poz guys, and I had no idea how toxic the fuck was going to be - and didn't care. "I'm gonna cum now!" announced the guy fucking my ass. I didn't know what he looked like, and was fairly sure he hadn't actually gotten any sight of me, but it didn't matter: at that very moment he was sperming my asshole. "Fuck, you just get bred!" was his parting comment as he slowly withdrew from my ass, giving me an appreciative tap on the ass. At this point poz cum was running out of my gaping asshole and various guys in the video room were sliding their fingers in and out of my battered hole. It didn't matter how much is in my bank account or what kind of car I drove. To the men I was a piece of meat, just for their pleasure. I could tell that Justin's fuck strokes were getting harder, as Brad's body was bouncing back and forth from the fucking. Justin was going to cum soon, and Brad was going to share the virus strain that had just gone into my body. I was stroking Brad's nipples, and telling him how hot he must look getting fucked in the middle of all these guys. Justin started grunting and breathing hard and then announced "I'm cumming up your ass, dude! Here it comes!" Brad's eyes rolled in the back of his head in ecstasy. Justin was totally turned on by finally getting the sex that his neg boyfriend wasn't giving him, and he got to breed his first neg hole and the poz hole of his support group buddy. And for Brad and me, well, we had taken poz loads side-by-side from two different poz guys. And we couldn't have been happier.

My dad raised me alone and from a very early age made it normal for me to see and touch his dick, help him get off and being touched by him there as well. Of course, this turned into a real relationship when I grew older and he started to fuck me several times each day. We played around with others, too (he was only top, but wanted to give me the chance to fuck as well), travelled a lot, kissed and held hands in public and fucked at every opportunity. Unfortunately, he died when I was 19... It was the best and most awesome time of my life.

Part 3 Little did I know, he planned on putting his new possession to good use. * * * Several minutes passed, both of us basking in the pleasure of our own post-fucking fog. I was enjoying the feel of his weight on top of me, the feel of his cock still filling my hole, but slowly losing its hardness and girth. As his hardon subsided, I could feel the cum he had just deposited in my hole make his cock slippery and hasten its withdrawal from my ass. When finally the head slipped from my cum-filled ass, he lifted himself off of me, so I immediately turned around and went down on his softening cock. I could taste his cum and the metallic taste of blood – no question, he had torn my hole. The taste of his cock, seasoned with our co-mingling fluids, was intoxicating, and naturally I drank it in. But soon enough I had completely cleaned his cock and I began to prepare myself mentally for the inevitable signal from him that we were done and it was time for me to go. But as I started to pull myself up, I heard him say, “Come here boy” as he patted the space on the mattress next to him. I scrambled up next to him and he pulled me close. “I’m not done with you yet, boy,” he growled in my ear, “I have plans for that hole of yours. It belongs to me tonight.” I’m sure the pride and pleasure that I felt at his words showed clearly on my face as I nodded my agreement. As I nestled in next to him, he reached for his bag and a cup sitting on a stand next to the bed. From his bag he pulled a small bottle and unscrewed the top – it was one of those eye-dropper tops, and he quickly filled the dropper with a squeeze and measured several drops into the cup. He topped this off with a couple of splashes from a bottle of Gatorade that was also sitting on the stand, and then handed it to me. “Drink,” was all he said. I took the cup and gulped the contents down. As we waited for the cocktail to take effect, we once again shared his pipe and he coached me through repeated deep draws alternated with shotgunned hits of his smoke. Needless to say, in about half an hour, I was once again high as a fucking kite. “I think you’re ready boy,” he said at some point and he stood up and assisted me to my feet. He wrapped his towel around his waist and assisted me with mine. He then grabbed a second bag from the foot of his bed and put his room key in a small side pocket of the bad. He took my key from me and put it in the same pocket, “I’ll hold on to this for you boy, you’re not going anywhere for awhile.” I just nodded. He grinned at me, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “This is gonna be fun!” And with that he opened the door and guided me into the hallway. He directed me toward the public play area and negotiated our way through the maze like corridors and the bodies of men in various states of sexual congress to one of the public slings. He stripped my towel from my waist and ordered “Get in.” In my chemically-altered state, I needed his assistance to position myself in the sling. He helped me get my feet through the loops of the stirrups and to position my ass at the edge of the sling – with legs spread and ass placed, I was in the perfect position to get fucked. But Daddy wasn’t done. As I rested my head on the back of the sling and closed my eyes temporarily to enjoy the high I was feeling, he began going through his bag and I heard the distinct clinking sound of cuff. Before I knew it, he had secured one wrist through a set of cuffs and clicked the cuffs to one of the chains of the sling. Quickly and expertly his did the same to my other wrists. Then, making sure to use his body to obscure what he was doing from any onlookers, I felt him push something small and hard into my ass and then a quick cool tingling sensation – I know at once he had injected my hole with another booty bump. The angle of the sling caused the tina laced fluid to flow deeper into my bowels, and I began to feel the effects almost immediately. I needed to get fucked!

Part 2 There was a flash of blinding light…. * * * * * Blinding pain like nothing I have ever felt before. I probably would have screamed. But instead, mercifully, I’m pretty sure I blacked out briefly. Moments later when the blackness cleared from my head, the pain was still intense – I thought I was being torn open, split in two – but it was tolerable. And my top Daddy was plowing my ass like there was no tomorrow, as if he was unaware of my pain, or just didn’t care. He was slamming his cock into me in long fast stroke, pulling out to the head and then burying his thick, ass-splitting tool back into my torn hole. I could hear him praising me, “Damn you have a tight hole boy! Feels so fucking good gripping my cock!” And somehow that was all it took. The pain began to transform into intense pleasure. Knowing I was making this handsome, powerful man feel good was all I needed. I’ve always been that way – I get my pleasure by knowing I’m giving pleasure to man or men I’m servicing. In moments I was answering him back, “oh yeah Daddy – fuck my hole! Rape your boy with that beautiful cock of your!” That really got him going, and he gripped my hips even hard and began a power fuck in earnest. For the next 45 minutes he fucked me. We started out doggy style, but at some point he literally picked me up and managed to rotate me without pulling out so that I was on my back. He spit in my face as he fucked me, and I caught big gobs of it in my mouth. He picked me up fully, pulling my body to his as I wrapped my legs around his waist and he fucked me for a while, kissing me as he thrust his cock into me. In the end he turned me back around and then forced me down flat onto the bed. The last few minutes were pure animalistic fucking driven by a lustful need on both of our parts for him to breed and seed my hole. He bit my shoulders and the back of my neck and howled loudly when he came in my hole, giving notice to the other patrons of the bathhouse that he had taken possession of my hole. Little did I know, he planned on putting his new possession to good use.

PART 7 I woke up early on Friday morning. I was determined to be totally ready for the weekend. I dallied around my place checking what bills had to be paid, played some solitaire and hearts on my computer, did some more housecleaning, and finally decided on a nap. It was a short one, but I figured that I might need one should this turn out to be a late night. My alarm rang at eleven as I had set it. I got up and went immediately went into my bathroom. I trimmed my beard and crotch, got in the shower, shaved my head and balls, and showered. Once the main preliminaries were done, I adjusted the water spray and prepared to use my shower shot. Nothing like having the ability to clean out so thoroughly that there is no possible way of any surprise while being fucked or playing. I spend hours prepping myself. I know that I’m totally empty when I insert my nozzle, fully fill my ass to bloating, and can expel crystal clear water for six successive times. Yes, I am a fanatic. I showered once more quickly this time, dried off, brushed my teeth, dressed, grabbed my bag, and headed out the door. It was a little before two, and I had a plan. I was going prepared. I was going to make a stop at MC and gather as much cum in my ass as possible before seven. I signed in, quickly went to my room, changed, and followed my usual routine but with some urgency. I needed to go tonight with as many cum loads in my ass as possible since both Plugger and his Dad enjoyed cum-lubed holes to fuck. With only about four hours, I went on the hunt. There were not that many men at MC at this time of day but still enough to get at least a couple of loads of cum at least. I thought after an hour perhaps I had overestimated the possibility of going loaded. Then, it was like a switch had been turned on. I left MC having taken seven cum loads with two of them from the same man. To refresh myself before leaving, I again quickly showered, dried off, dressed, checked out, hailed a cab, and was on my way for my weekend. I arrived just a few minutes after seven. I rang the bell and was greeted by Plugger with a big smile. I went inside where I was given a big hug and kiss and led to his bedroom. Plugger took my bag and tossed it aside, grabbed me hard pulling me to him, squeezed me hard, then, kissed me deeply. He told me that there was a slight change of plans. I was invited to spend the weekend with them but they had a better plan for using me. I looked intently at him and without hesitating told him that I was there for whatever they wanted. “Good” was all he said. He said that we would spend the weekend together but not in their apartment. What was needed was a more appropriate place to play and a friend of his had such a place that his Dad and he used. Before going, though, he was going to prep me by fucking me good because he had been horny ever since he and I had spoken on the phone. I looked at him and began stripping as did he. He bent me over the side of his bed and attacked my ass with his tongue lubing it with copious amounts of spit followed by his toothy chewing on my ass. He continued gnawing my ass with his teeth which I knew was cutting parts of my ass lips because of the sharp painful sensation that sensitized and stimulated me. He stood up flipped me over onto my back raising my legs to his shoulders and rammed full length into my ass. I could tell my lips were torn and bloody from the warmth; the pain was ecstatic. Plugger fucked me hard holding fast to my thighs pulling me to him. I could feel his thick black cock pummeling my insides as it had done so many times before. It was as if his cock knew every crevice and g-spot that was inside of me. His wonderful black cock found every spot that was now demanding to be included in his powerful invasion. His sweat began to drip down onto me. His fucking became wild slamming full length into my ass reaching for the inner most depth that he could as I could sense his cock began to swell up larger and larger so that my ass hole was stretched ever wider. He finally halted ever so momentarily with his cock pulled from my body with only the merest amount of the head still remaining inside me then slammed full force with all his might injecting me with the content of both of his balls as I clamped down on his cock as hard as I could and then releasing the built up salvo of his DNA so that it shot out of his black cock and into my ass in a big mass of poisonous white glue that coated me as I needed. Just as I released his third huge blast of his cum into my ass, Plugger reached down and grabbed my left nipple in his right thumb and index fingers and twisted with great force causing severe pain/pleasure for me and with his left hand raised high sent it hurtling through the air until I felt it hit my right cheek forcing my head to move swiftly to the left. As I clamped down on the black man’s wonderful cock once more to build up his load of cum, he brought his left hand back across my face striking the left side of my face as he squeezed tighter still my left nipple with his fingers. Plugger released my left nipple and collapsed on top of me as I continued to nurse his cock’s spasms and continued to accept his poisonous fluid into me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him sliding my legs down and around his ass pulling him further into me. This was a man who knew how to fuck me. This was a black man who knew how to fuck a trashy white sub kunt. All too soon, Plugger struggled to stand up pulling his now flaccid beautiful black cock from my ass. He laughed pulling me up from the bed. He told me that I was a pervert; I agreed. He told me that he hoped that I was still willing to spend the weekend because I had just gotten a taste of what it was going to be like. I told him, “Let the play begin.” Plugger said that we were going elsewhere for the weekend for privacy since the apartment didn’t provide that. He asked if I trusted him and his Dad. I told him that I would let him know if I became untrusting of them. He looked long and hard at me and told me that neither he nor his Dad would allow any harm come to me but that I was very unique and very difficult to find. Plugger went on to ask if I would be hesitant about men other than him and his Dad fucking and using me. I asked if at least one of them would always be present; he said always at least one would. I told him I was willing. “Then, get dressed. We got to go.” END PART 7 PART 8 Plugger maneuvered his car through traffic for about 45 minutes until we pulled up before a house. Odd, but it looked like any other kind of neighborhood. Normal with yards, neighbors, cars, people, sounds yet I knew this was going to be a house that was oh, so, decidedly different than these other houses. I noted that the houses were not one on top of the other as so many houses in Chicago are. There was space between them. Nothing elaborate but for so much room this had to be at some point an upscale neighborhood. Don’t get me wrong; I understand property and property value. Price is paid for having a distant neighbor. And, distance provides privacy. I followed Plugger to the back of the house where he punched in a code on a pad and a click was heard. He pushed the door open, and I followed him inside. We continued through the house and upstairs. I casually looked where I could. Nice surroundings. Reaching a doorway upstairs, we entered a bedroom in the back. Plugger told me to empty my bag on the bed. I did so. He looked at my contents: black t-shirt; chaps; black jock; harness; leather ball strap; toothbrush; toothpaste; razor; and some other odds and ends. He told me to put my things in the top drawer of the dresser and to strip putting on my jock and leather strap. I was then to put my clothes that I had worn in a neat pile by the dresser. I did so. Plugger watched as I followed his orders turning to face him when finished. He waved me over to him. “Do you really understand what you are here for this weekend?” he asked. “I believe I am here to be used by you and your Dad and most likely by at least one other man as a sexual object to be fucked and have me suck them and whatever else you all want. I believe that most likely there will also be some bdSm play.” I responded looking straight into his eyes. “I trust you both and believe that neither of you will allow any harm come to me.” “You okay with that?” Plugger asked. “If the two of you and with all due respect, more specifically if your Dad wishes it, I am okay with that.” Plugger nodded his head and said, “You know that we don’t ask status.” “I know that. You know that I don’t ask status either. I know who and what I am. I know an opportunity to have a weekend from Hell that will become a part of me and have no hesitation or reservation about consenting to being a part of it.” I looked straight at him unflinching as I gave him my honest belief. Silence passed between us as we looked at each other intently. He attempting to determine if I had any hesitancy; I to let him see I was fully compliant and willing to what he and his Dad had planned. Satisfied finally, Plugger grinned and jokingly slapped my face once saying, “Your ass and mouth are going to be so sore.” Plugger went on to say that I had made an impression on someone else. I had impressed Bimini. He told me that though most white men loved to be fucked by a tall black man they don’t like how Bimini’s fingers feel and what he does with them. I told Plugger that at a bath house using fingernails is about the best tool there is for making cuts to breed an ass. As for his fingers, they were rough and thick but that only added to the sensation as far as I was concerned. I enjoyed them knowing full well what they were doing and what was going to be done following their use. Plugger said that this was Bimini’s house. Now, that did surprise me in a way. I would have thought him more an apartment person. Plugger went on to say that Bimini was also fond at times of participating in bdSm but mostly enjoyed watching it. He just liked to cause pain when he used his nails and to breed a white ass to poison it. I shook my head in understanding. Plugger said that he and his Dad provided Bimini with this visual when the right man came along. I smiled slightly. “I’m going to ask something about Bimini. Where did he get the name?” I asked with serious curiosity. “Bimini is the fishing capital of the world. It’s a huge sports fishing island. He ‘fishes’ for white men especially in order to catch them on his pole after he uses his ‘hook’ fingernails. He takes great pride in landing big catches. Just like researchers tagging their catches, Bimini tags his catches by breeding them to him.” I stared at Plugger with total understanding and awe of this newly learned fact. I was amazed at how simple the answer was as well as how logical and well conceived of its origination. Bimini would be well received by me should I be given the opportunity. “And, how did ‘Plugger’ come about?” I asked. “Simple. I plug any hole with my cock. I don’t care if it’s a mouth, pussy, or ass as long as I can plug it with my cock.” Well, ask and learn. But, the thought of his beautiful black cock in a female, well, that had to be considered. I stood there looking back at him with this information whirling around. “So, you’re bi.” I said. “No; but I will plug a pussy if that’s all there is. I prefer a mouth on a bearded white man or better still his furry ass. But, I will use a pussy.” I still couldn’t envision it, so, I let it go. Plugger stood up. He told me his Dad was in the basement preparing things. He asked what I wanted to drink; I told him water without ice. He asked if I needed to shower or use the bathroom. I chuckled and told him thanks but that I had come prepared. Then, I thought I’d drop the possible bombshell. I asked Plugger if he and his Dad would prefer to fuck a man who already had been fucked. He said they both preferred it so that all they needed was spit if that. He asked why, and I told him what I had done. He smiled and told me that he already knew I had already been fucked but was waiting to see if I would tell him. He motioned me to follow. We went to the kitchen where he filled a glass with water. I took it. He motioned with his head to follow again. We went downstairs which opened up into the general area of a typical finished basement. I followed Plugger through to a door at the back of the basement which opened into another room which was painted all black and moderately lit. The walls were covered with assorted toys expressly designed for such a play room. I knew what was going to happen and began to get hard and leak with pre-cum. END PART 8