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A couple of years ago, I visited my regular sauna and went to the equipment room to see if there was any action. There was just one guy there in a sling with his legs obligingly apart and ready for seeding. I stroked myself to full erection, applied lube and entered his bare hole. I fucked him at an angle, so anyone coming in could immediately see I was barebacking him, knowing many guys enjoy watching, and as I enjoy being watched. Very soon we had company - the guy certainly liked what he saw and came over to watch us in close detail as I pounded the man in the sling. As he enjoyed the show I applied lube to his fully erect cock, and also lubed my buttocks, making it clear I was up for him shagging me as I was fucking. Sadly he didn't want to reciprocate, but enjoyed the show until another guy entered the room, whereupon he went over to him to suck him to full attention. This guy was darker skinned with a decent sized cock. As I continued thrusting in and out of the guy on the sling, I was able to watch the other two guys at play, which led me to unload inside the ass of the man I was fucking. Withdrawing, I approached the two other men, one of who, the guy who had been sucking the darker-skinned man, took my place with the guy in the sling, presumably using my spunk for lube, whilst I took over sucking the darker guy's magnificent dick. However, before long the guy who had been topping the sling man tired of pounding away and came back over to us, only for the dark skinned guy to take over fucking the man in the sling. I might have been vexed at being left out in the cold except that the first guy came over to me, and gestured for me to sit on a nearby couch facing him. He then pulled my legs around his torso, slipping his bare cock into my hole. Clearly he hadn't forgotten the invitation I extended to him to fuck my ass. As I enjoyed being taken by the first guy, the dark-skinned man was vigourously pounding the guy on the sling bareback. It occurred to me his thrusts were impressively forceful. I also noticed he was apparently taking note of what was happening in our corner. As the tension built up eventually it was too much for the guy fucking my hole: he pushed himself balls-deep, and blew his load inside me. No sooner had the guy withdrawn from my ass, than the dark-skinned guy stopped fucking the guy in the sling and walked over to me. His erection obviously wanted to explore a new target. Like the first guy, he grabbed my legs pulled them around his torso, and entered me bareback. My earlier observation was correct: he was indeed very forceful in his thrusts. Maybe a bit too hard for me. Eventually I couldn't take the pressure and had to get up to avoid the pain from his over-bearing thrusts, but he wasn't finished with me! As I bent over to pick-up my towel, he took me from behind. Anticipating another painful onslaught, I grabbed my poppers and sniffed deeply to facilitate his access. His persistence paid off. Within a few thrusts his body went rigid, his cock engorged with excitement as he released his cum inside me. Oh, the joy of flexibilty!

Last night I posted an ad on CL looking for tops to breed me through one of the gloryholes at the local adult bookstore. About an hour after posting, a recently divorced man in his early 40s replied with a pic of his cock. It didn't look that impressive, but what the hell, I could check out the arcade anyway even if this one doesn't work out. When I walked into the arcade, there were only two guys. One was clearly over 60, and the other guy was a tall, beefy dark-haired guy that fit the description of the guy who had responded to my CL ad. I went into a booth with a larger gloryhole, and he went into the other booth. In less than a minute after entering, he pushed a super thick 8" cock through the hole. I couldn't believe how impressive his cock was. I attempted to suck his cock, but after five minutes, my mouth couldn't handle the girth. Spitting on my fingers a couple of times, I lubed up my ass as best I could. Had I anticipated his cock would be this big, I would have brought some lube. Before I slid my ass down on that cock, I took three long hits of poppers. He pulled his cock back through the hole just as I was positioned my ass over it. I grabbed his cock and lined up his cockhead with my ass. He pushed hard and the entire eight inches slid up my hole. I felt his balls smack against my ass. I had to concentrate hard to not scream. He didn't give me any time to adjust to the pain of that huge cock. In and out, he pulled out and slammed in forcefully. This man had stamina. After what must have been 10 minutes of piston fucking my ass, he slammed in hard and held it there for 5 minutes, churning his cock slowly in my ass. Maybe he had cum? Then he started piston fucking me again. This went on for another 10 minutes. My hole was getting dry by this point and the hard fucking started to hurt. Suddenly he pushed in and held his cock deep in my ass. He stood without moving for a few minutes, and then I felt his cock grow in my ass and twitch. I could feel him cumming. He pulled out slowly. I pushed a finger up my ass and felt his huge load. I went into a private booth so I could push out his load. On the first attempt, out squirted a palm full of cum, which I lapped up eagerly. I repeated this two more times, jerking myself off with the final wad of cum from my ass.

Shameless I dated Scott for several years way back when. Looking back now I can see he was an absolute train wreck but he was good at sex and for awhile that was enough. His lips also felt amazing when he swallowed my cock. His usual practice was to popper up and suck and lick my cock as he fingered my hole, segueing to eating my ass, then to use toys on my hole to open me up, and when he determined I was ready, he would align his cock with my hole and sink in balls deep in one long push. He never lasted long but tended to stay hard after shooting, and would go back and forth in using toys and fucking my hole. It was absolutely amazing. Scott was also poz, and the first time I sat down on his bare cock and watched his face as he pumped up into me and eventually flooded my ass with his poz load, well what can I say? I was hooked. His was the first knowingly poz load I ever took. Back then, as now, I was 100% vers but he would only top me, so we would get into three-ways and groups if only so I could at least occasionally get to fuck some ass. Of course he always fucked the other guys, usually fucking them first, loading up several of the asses, so I could slide in afterwards, Scott's poz load the only lube. Without exception, I found the sight of Scott fucking another guy to be an incredible turn-on, and even if he wasn't supportive of the idea that I should be allowed to get fucked by the other guys, and he actively tried to distract me when I tried to get another guy to slip his cock into my ass. Naturally this led to more than some hard feelings. In the final review, we worked our way through quite a few tops and bottoms, but seldom did I get fucked. One Halloween we went to a bar and met another couple. One was dressed like Superman and soon we all headed back to their place. They were a poz/neg couple like we were but they wouldn’t say which was which. We got naked and sat in the hot tub kissing and sucking and then took it inside. The older member of the other couple was kissing Scott and I was playing with the one who had been dressed as Superman. He fingered my hole and felt the load my guy had put in me before we left home and he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me and I was all for it. I glanced over at Scott who was deep in a 69 with the other guy. Before I knew it my legs were on Superman's shoulders and was sliding into my ass. We had all been drinking and partying and his fuck was not exactly gentle. He pounded into my hole with deep long strokes which quickly got the attention of the other two. I expected my guy to be upset but he actually encouraged them to both fuck me. And fuck me they did. All three of them took turns keeping my holes full of cock. It was one of the best nights of fucking I have ever had. All three fucked loads deep into me. Afterwards we talked for a bit and then Scott and Superman fell asleep. The older of the other couple and I went out to the hot tub and he sank his average length but extremely thick cock back into my well fucked hole and kissed me as he took his time this go round. He told he was the poz one as he fucked another load into me. He fingered my hole and feed me part of the loads that had been fucked into me and kissed me again and again. We left not long after and Scott told me how he had wanted to fuck Superman and even though he didn’t how turned on he had gotten sharing me with that other couple. When we got home he fucked me again—hard, rough, and quick. My mouth and ass sore but extremely satisfied.

After that first time with Danny and Mark we talked, mostly thru texts, over the next few days saying how much we liked it and wanted a repeat. It was a week or so later when Danny and I were assigned the same area at work that we got to talk face to face about it. He told me how much he had wanted a three-way, but when several of the guys had been quite rude, particularly when they found out Mark was poz. "I have absolutely no problem with his being poz," I replied. "Yeah, I figured as much when you started rubbing Mark’s biohazard tattoo," Danny noted, adding "I figured we would have some real fun." Later in the shift he went to an empty room to call Mark and as I walked by he waved at me to come in the room. As soon as I was in the door he closed it and handed me the phone and said talk to Mark for a minute and then he slid to his knees and untied my scrub pants and freed my cock which he promptly started sucking. I moaned and Mark asked me how it felt and said he had told his boyfriend he wanted to hear him sucking me off. As Mark was talking dirty in my ear Danny was alternately licking my balls and sucking my cock with fast, deep strokes. His attentions felt amazing: one minute I had been walking down the hallway, and the next my cock was buried in my coworker's throat as I spoke on the telephone with his boyfriend. Talk about perverse. As Danny kept sucking me Mark told me how much he enjoyed fucking me and that I was the first guy in several years he had fucked other than his boyfriend and that he wanted to do it again. I moaned softly as he told me how turned on it got him that I wanted his poz cock and load. He asked if I wanted him to infect me, to breed my neg hole with his poz load until he made me poz too and I just moaned as Danny really started sucking like he was on a mission. Soon I was forcing Danny all the way down on my cock and shooting my load down his throat as Mark continued to dirty poz talk with me. My whole body was tingling as Danny stood up and kissed me swapping part of my load back and forth between us. Mark told me to give the phone back to Danny and return the favor. I gave him the phone and pulled out his cock and wasted no time sucking his long cock into my mouth. I grabbed his balls and pulled down just a bit as I took him in my mouth quickly. In no time he was shooting his load into me and we both were out of breath. I stood up and Danny angled the phone so we could both hear Mark who said next time it would be his turn and how he was going to load my neg ass and mouth up with as many poz loads as he could. I was already looking forward to it.

The Serpent My eyes were closed. I wasn't asleep, only half listening to the video. I imagined what it would be like to have Duncan focused on me the way he was on Joey. I weaved my own web against the garage wall, giving up my ass in small bounces. I felt the effects of the enormous tool in me. It made me want to submit as aggressively as I could to any large assailable object. I reached around and disappointingly realized I'd only taken in a fraction of an inch. My big accomplishment was the head when Mr. X was still here. I was tired and resting like Mr. X said, lightly pushing against the dildo. I glanced up as the camera admired Duncan's body. The video filmed him at different angles, each shot more evocative than the last. A flash of his asshole, a bead of sweat running down his chest and falling from his tit. The camera worshiped him as I might worship him. Starting with his massive feet, panning up his veiny calves and boulder-like thighs. He couldn't help but flex whenever he swung the whip around his head and delivered his blow. The muscles in his legs bulged with each lunge he took toward his target. His ribs, each striation, light and shadow, expanded and contracted in his exerted breath, each time he gave Joey yet another stripe. With every blow another scream. An angry, devilish smile curled his lips. The dildo penetrated an inch. I absorbed each frame into me, swallowing the cameraman's intent, examining as the lens zoomed in on Duncan's muscular butt. With the crack of a lash his dimple deepened. He shimmered in the hot light. The camera swung around revealing a close up of his dangling balls and rising cock. The sustained act of delivering pain aroused him, and the camera caught each growth cycle, cutting back from the cries of the quivering boy and forth to his engourging manhood. I thought about his phallus in me, his hand smacking my ass with every thrust. Pressing down on the mass of hard rubber stretching my hole, I increased the urgency as Duncan thrashed his whip wildly. Joey's piercing screams from the frantic beating started to recede until he hung lifeless. With his erection at its peak, Duncan walked over to the injured sack of meat and roughly kicked the body's crumbling legs apart. He fingered the boy's hole and spit on his member. In a single thrust he pierced the lifeless boy and began his utter domination over him. The boy grunted, a small reminder that he was still mildly conscious. Duncan began ramming him relentlessly. He held onto the ropes above the quietly sobbing boy as the camera tracked down from Duncan's fierce warrior face, his flaring nostril and clenched jaw, down to the moist brown hair of his pits, following rivers of sweat running down his flexing torso. After a quick hit, I got in rhythm with Duncan's cadence. I imagined taking Duncan's invasion as I pushed against the garage wall. When he grabbed the boy's thin hips he quickened his pace and so did I. I closed my eyes, imagined I was his object, assailing me on a stage, revealing a passion we had between us to a sea of invisible observers. The poppers put me in a state where I was lost in my fantasy, pummeling myself against the instrument stretching me open. I abandoned all inhibitions with Duncan inside me. I wanted more and more, and gave up more and more. I imagined I would let him abuse me, do whatever he wanted as long as at the end he'd take me in his arms and let me surrender to him. I broke out of my musing with the feeling of an obstruction, a speed bump protruding midway down the dildo. I realized my fantasy with Duncan had allowed me to swallow half the over-sized cock. I stopped rocking and felt the enormity of the object inside. I reach between my legs and felt my dick was starting to get hard again. I tried stroking, fumbling in my mind to get back to the imagined place I was with Duncan. Duncan had taken and released his victim and had him on a bench that allowed Joey to be spread open on all fours. Joey's butt was exactly aligned with Duncan's waist, and Duncan easily slipped in to fuck him furiously. I picked up my jacking, getting harder with Duncan's every assault. "Boy!" Mr. X announced over the static of an intercom. "Keep your hands off where I can see. Sun is almost down, and we don't want you to finish before we get there." I glanced above at the yellowed newspaper, saw it glowed orange. Next to it I saw a camera. "I can tell you this—maybe you know already—this anus you stretch for me, this anus I will own, can give you an orgasm as much as your dick. Take break. Get water. See if you go any farther on the monster before we come down. But don't you cum or I make sure all you have for orgasm is your anus. I have serious interest in training you. You must be as serious." *** It came down to money: he didn't have any left. He spent the couple hundred he had from Dottie's and Coach Hubbard's parting gifts on rent, two weeks’ worth of food split with Leah, his new roommate from the Academy, and an itty, bitty bag of herb copped in the Castro. This third week in San Francisco, he was down to pocket change. Separately, Dottie and Billy, that is, Mr. Sweeney (pianist) and Mr. Saint Claire (drama teacher) from back home, and Coach Hubbard (assistant) and Coach Johansson (head), his former football coaches, each of the pairs had arranged two small funds for his summer at the acting school. The money, a hundred and a hundred twenty, respectively, was doled out in monthly installments. Dottie and Billy and the two bachelor coaches didn't know they were both funding him. It was better that way he reckoned. But even with the two funds, San Francisco was friggin' expensive. The plan was to find a part time job like he had in Knoxville, like at some big supermarket chain like a Bi-Lo he'd worked at last summer bringing in buggies, or a Food City or Walmart. His oldest sister, Katie Ann, was a pharmacist at Walmart, and Cliff, his older brother, had worked at Food City. Cliff was unemployed now and, sadly but not surprisingly, was using again. Trouble was, any supermarket anywhere near the city had five million applicants, that, or it was a small mom and pop, family run business, that, or he could barely understand the proprietor's accent or they his. And all the fast food chains paid crapola. So instead he smoked pot with Leah and played video games on her computer, or watched internet porn when she wasn't there. The internet was awesome! There were places you could go that were even stranger than what you saw on the streets of San Francisco. Crazy, like, this one time, this guy he bought his cannabis from, in this a kind of alley—there were trashcans anyway. Anyway, he saw this guy dealing and bought a dime, and there was a guy next to him crouched on all fours with a dog mask on. I shit you not! But that's not the thing. The thing he found on the internet, a seed of an idea that flipping coins in his pocket kept making him come back to, a germ of an idea he tortured himself with all week—did he, Jeremiah Tiberius Reynolds, who loved his dick—no, exalted in the Righteous Glory of his Pecker of Power—or as he called it, the Serpent—had he balls to go through with it? When he put it that way he steeled his nerve to meet the challenge. What did he have or not have the balls for? Well, see, that's the thing. One night when Leah was out, he was scanning some porn sites, and this one time he found an outrageous site where this kinda handsome older Italian guy made short video clips of smashing other guy's balls with a mallet. Or else like would crush a guy’s balls in a vice. Or one time he saw Vinnie, the guy who thought up all this insane shit, put a screw driver down this other dude's shaft and then—you must be fucking shitting me—electrocute it. Really sick shit! Sometimes the other guy wore a mask, not like a dog's mask or a clown mask or anything weird like that, but pretty creepy anyway. Stuff like a black hood with like zippers for eyes and a tube where your mouth should go, or more ordinary masks like at parties where you wear over your eyes so but the dude could still see what Vinnie was up to. But they'd be all tied up anyway and couldn't move, so what did it matter if you could see that Vinnie was attaching electrodes to your dick and balls, sometimes in the butt, too, but those ones he didn't like. The balls smashing and dick screwdrivers in the shaft clips, those ones were okay. So the site charged something like $6.95 for 15 minutes to rent any of the full-length clips you'd want, but you had to have a credit card. He didn't so he only watched the short previews. They were for free, and he didn't need more than a minute or two of clips back-to-back, if he was really edging his meat, to get off watching a guy get kicked in his pecker. Shit! He did this kind of thing with his brothers after school all the time. Not naked jerking like, but just for kicks. Even at practice with some of the guys sometimes he did that, or just like they were going to. If you got hurt and cried or anything you'd be a pussy. No one ever cried, except this little guy at school, Jessie, but Jessie wasn't all there so he was mostly let be. Mostly. Except this one time, back of the stadium. Jeremy kind of felt bad about that time. But anyway. The phone number for the site, Ball Busters, was always looking for "models." It was right there at the bottom of the screen: "Who you gonna call?" and then the phone number. Or you could use an email address application, which he'd sent on Thursday. Leah was with her girlfriend for the weekend, so when Jeremy got home from fencing class, he went online and found his email, peckerwood321—peckerwood123 had been taken—had a message. The message was from Vinnie. It said: "Hey peckerwood321, are you for real? If you are pick up the phone and call me before you chicken out. If your doing this for wack off material fuck you and get a life! Send me a picture of you naked! You don't have to show your face. I pay you good money if you let me crack your nuts or maybe something else just as good. If you let me work on you with no mask I'll pay you even more money. You have to be 18 or under 35 and in decent shape. Call me now. Vinnie." Jeremy paced all over the apartment. He had a bowl of Wheaties for dinner and used up the rest of the milk. Leah'd be pissed because she liked milk in her morning tea, but, Sweet Jesus! he thought rubbing his hands excitedly, maybe he'd have money by Sunday and he'd buy a quart of milk before she got back. He crunched the rest of his cereal in front of the screen. He was starting to jack off looking at a few new clips. Vinnie was hot. Looked like he was an ex-marine like Coach Johansson but dark and Italian. Jar head, pecs better than his, but he had more ripped abs than Vinnie, but Vinnie's biceps were bigger, but his triceps stood out more. So he froze the frame and pretty much jacked off studying Vinnie till he almost came. Crap! If he came he wouldn't do it. It was tempting to cum when Vinnie came on screen. Vinnie would torture a guy’s nuts, jacking himself and the other guy. Most of the time he and the other guy would cum but he had to hit the guy a lot of times before he, Vinnie, got off. If the other guy came too, well, good for him. But the video always had Vinnie shooting all over the other guy. He put his bowl in the sink and rinsed it looking out the window. The kitchen was on the side of the building and looked at another kitchen across the way. A blonde guy was doing the dishes and an Asian guy came up behind him and wrapped his arms around the blonde guy. Jeremy poured a glass of water and picked up the kitchen wall phone. He dialed the number for the site. He had it memorized. There were two rings and on the third it was interrupted by a phone machine: "This is Vinnie. Leave your phone number and I'll hit you back. Be sure to tell me what site you're calling about." It beeped but Jeremy wasn't ready, so started babbling, "Hello, Vinnie, my name is Jeremy Reyn—um, Jeremy, and here's my number." He gave it to him and quickly hung up. He thought for a minute, then dialed the number again. After the recording Jeremy said, "This is Jeremy again. I don't have a picture I can send you. I have a headshot but I would have to give it to you in person. It's not naked or anything but my shirt's off and if I gave it to you in person you could see what I look like. I could take off my pants so you could see that too." He paused for a second, then added, "I've got a big dick and huge balls." He thought for a second longer knowing this was a long shot. "And I used to kick my brothers in the balls and they kicked me too, in the balls." He was going to hang up but one more thought occurred to him. "I wanna use a mask, not the one with zippers, but just the eye kind. Good bye." What had he done? He felt his heart leaping out of his chest. What if his father or brothers saw him? But his family didn't even have the internet. The family phone was the old rotary kind. Coach Johansson had the internet. He might see the site. He didn't think Coach Hubbard had the internet, he was older, but because they both lived in the same apartment complex, and were always at each other's places all the time, Coach Hubbard probably looked at Coach Johansson's internet. He knew Dottie and Bobby had it. They each had the own AOL accounts. Dottie was the one who first showed him dirty picture you could find. The first ones he saw Dottie kept in a folder labeled Celebrity Photos on his computer. They were supposed to be real celebrities, but really they were celebrities who's heads were pasted on other naked men. He thought it was funny seeing Tom Cruise's head put on a man that had a big 'ol dick. Yeah, sure! But then other times when Dottie was cooking and Billy wasn't home yet, he saw things that he couldn't believe. Boys doing things and girls doing things he thought were sinful and wrong, but stirred the Serpent anyway! He hadn't come across men doing painful things to other men like Vinnie's site. That he discover only when he got to the city and got to spend a lot of time surfing when Leah wasn't home. He did, though, come across girls peeing on men, men peeing on girls, and boys putting their hand in each other's butts. Some dog stuff with both sexes. He didn't like those. He like dogs, like Dukey back home. But then the phone rang and he just about shit a brick! Should he answer? Don't be a pussy, he told himself. He picked it up really quick. "Hello?" "Is this Jeremy Ren." "Yes, Sir. Is this Vinnie from the internet?" "You got it. Jeremy," Vinnie paused, "you from the south or something." "Yes, Sir, I am." "And you got a big dick and big balls? How big a dick?" "About twelve inches. That's when I'm hard." Vinnie whistled. "Well, that's big. Not the biggest I've seen in my line of work. You didn't say what site this was for. You sound young. Is this for Daddy-Oh? "Well, sir, I'm twenty next month. And this is for Ball Busters." Jeremy heard paper being ripped from a notebook and the sound of Vinnie scribbling. "So, Jeremy. What do you look like?" "Well, I lift weights, and was a tight end receiver this last year. I'm five eleven. What else? I got brown hair--it's kinda long right now 'cuz I was Tarzan--and blue eyes." "Hmm, okay, sounds good. Tarzan huh? You like girls or you like guys, Jeremy?" Geez, no one had ever straight out asked that question before. He didn't want to talk about all the stuff he did with his coach or Mr. Saint Claire or Jeannette. It was too complicated. "Well, sir," he said, "I guess I like both. Is that okay?" "Sure it's okay, buddy." Jeremy heard a cigarette being lit. Vinnie exhaled. "So, can you meet me right now?" "Uh, right now? I guess I can. Where?" "There's a liquor store on Van Ness and 21st. Meet me in front and I'll take you to my studio. You sound nervous. Don't be. We're just gonna talk. You call all the shots, sport." That made Jeremy feel a little better. He realized he'd wrapped the phone cord around his non-phone hand so hard his fingers were numb. "Okay. I can probably get there in twenty minutes. Van Ness and 21st. That's in the Mission, right?" "You got it, sport. Oh, what are you wearing?" "Right now? A tee shirt and underwear." On the other end of the line Vinnie let out a deep masculine laugh. That also made Jeremy feel better, although he got embarrassed catching now what Vinnie meant. "I'll have on jeans." "Great! Jeans and a tee shirt. Very distinctive. Hey, could you wear a chain or something so I can pick you out?" Jeremy thought a second. "I've got a hat, a white one?" "A fuckin' cowboy hat, all Midnight Cowboy and shit. Love it." "Yes, Sir." He was suddenly beaming. His favorite movie of all time, and Vinnie mentioned it! Maybe he might even like Vinnie. It's not like he knew a lot of people. Maybe they'd be friends. He was sure as hell hot enough naked in the clips. "Oh, one thing. You aren't on any drugs are you?" "No, sir," he lied. Well, just a little. Pot was hardly a drug where he came from. Unlike his older brother, he stay far away from Oxy and H, he thought to hisself. And besides he only took a couple of hits when he first got home. It was now almost eight. He hardly felt buzzed at all. Maybe a little paranoid but that could be because of this phone call. Maybe he would put a doobee in his wallet just in case. Vinnie might be all righteous in your face about drugs and did them anyway. He was kind of like that to his little brothers and sister. A lot of people were like that. Didn't make them bad. Just made them people, Coach Johansson would say when they would light up on his couch in off season, watching sports and whatnot. There was a long pause. "Jeremy, I think I'm going to like working you over." "That'd be swell, Sir. I think I'd like that too. I'll see you in a little while. By now." The phone clicked off. He stood up, went to his room and put on his jeans and boots. He looked at himself in the mirror. His cowboy hat was up in the closet. He put it on and adjusted it just the way he liked. Cocky, a little concealing his eyes, sexy, afraid of nothing and no one. He talked to himself like John Voight did in Midnight Cowboy. "Okay, here's the deal. You could take him if'n you needed to. He might look all tough and all but, dang it, you've taken guys bigger than him on. Member that transfer, Wilson Shafton last year in home room?" He leaned on the dresser and stared hard in the mirror at his own blue eyes. "You need the money, see, and you're going to get the money. You hear me? However you need to get it. And that's what." He pushed off the dresser, swaggered to the bedroom door, spun around and shot his finger at his reflection like he was shooting hisself. He gathered his keys and put a joint in the wallet. He struggled with the door key to get it in the lock. His hand was shaking badly. He finally clicked the lock, and bounded down the stairs two at a time like this was nothing. Leaving his building he pinned the envelope that had his Tarzan headshot in under his arm and slid his hands in his pocket. They was still shaking when he rounded the corner into the night. *** Jeremiah Tiberius Reynolds loved his cock, or as he called it, the Serpent. He loved its feel, its texture, its color—just a shade darker than his suntan skin. He loved its bulbous head, the length of its shaft, the girth the same size as the mushroom head, all the veins that swirled around it, especially the large protruding vein running down the top. He loved his balls, too, maybe not as much as the Serpent, but still he loved them. Ever since his older brother showed him what the Serpent could do, he gotten off with it every day, any place where he could find ten minutes of privacy. JT Reynolds hated his cock, or maybe it was more fear, or more disgust, or maybe the evil temptation that came with it. "JT," his truck salesman father would yell, pounding the door, "get outta that bathroom right now. The devil has sway over boys who want too much privacy, and your sisters need their time before the bus comes." "One minute!" he answered, and that's about as much time as it took. The Serpent ruled him. It made him experiment with temptation. He discovered playing with his balls made him ejaculate harder. It brought him to touch his butthole more than once laying in bed while he three brothers breathed heavy in their sleep. It was the Serpent that one time put the thought in his head, to stay in the shower long after his teammates left, with the touted league-winning Coach Johansson and Coach Hubbard lingering in their office, after the staff had gone home. The coaches, single men both, sitting behind the glass among the silent trophies. Coach Johansson, handsome, fit, square-jawed, sun-blond hair, broad shouldered, and as straight as can be, brought him a towel during the still-hot afternoon, telling Coach Hubbard JT probably forgot a towel. Coming upon JT and his gigantic weapon fully armed he initially feigned embarrassment. And thirty seconds later shower off, knees wet, JT got his first blow job. It might have been Coach Hubbard in the shadows, maybe just a trick of the eye when he came in Coach Johansson's mouth. No one ever mentioned anything afterward. He'd let his one and only high school girlfriend, Jeannette, touch it on one of their drive-in movie date. She was repulsed and offended, but somehow let a wrist fall in his lap when they were alone on occassion. His father made sure that wasn't often. The beast responded to her touch, but it was Coach Johansson and even Coach Hubbard, who just by being around the corner, in their office, warm water running over the single-minded reptile when it would spring, all on its own, to life. There were no more accidental encounters with the rugged, scruff-face, Johansson, with Hubbard living in the shadows—for sin in this neck of the woods, especially with a teenager, especially a teen football player that everyone thought was maybe too pretty anyway, was punishable by firing, expulsion, public humiliation, banishment and probably much, much worse. The bachelors were beyond discreet—they were celibate. In their actions anyway. In senior year Jeannette got JT to audition for the winter musical, The Music Man. Though JT couldn't hold a tune in a mason jar, or twist his waist in any recognizable manner on the dance floor, he could rap words and he could march in a straight line. He got the lead. Jeannette got chorus. His director, Mr. Saint Claire, worked hard with JT. Mr. Saint Claire's roommate and musical accompanist, Mr. Sweeney, together worked JT late into the night, often driving him home. Mr. Sweeney would sit in the backseat, behind Mr. Saint Claire, and reminisce about his years as a hair stylist on Broadway, and Mr. Saint Claire would shush him and put on a Judy Garland cassette. Dottie would ponder out-loud, whatever led him to this backwoods country, without even cable for goodness sake, he could just not imagine. The volume nob then went higher. JT found them a funny pair, until this one night, a week before opening, when JT forgot his lyrics for the umpteenth time. Mr. Sweeney threw up his hands and stormed off, yelling back at the stage, "It's 'P'—'P' for heaven sake—'P' stands for 'pool'! 'B' stands for nothing!" Mr. Sweeney swayed getting to the gym door. "'B' stand for bubkes! for beefcake! for banjo-playing hillbillies! for Billy!" Mr. Sweeney screamed up to the klieg lights. They found him later in the car drinking out of his flask. As usual, he sat behind Mr. Saint Claire on the drive to JT's house. After fifteen minutes of silence, Mr. Sweeney capped his flask and unleashed on his roomie. Did he know how in love Mr. Saint Claire was with him, what a handsome stud JT was, how JT could have any girl or—ominously—any man he wanted. So why did he have to have Billy? "Who's Billy?" JT asked, flummoxed. "He, him," Mr. Sweeney said, pointing a finger at the driver. "Dotty, shut it," said Mr. Saint Claire. "Dotty?" JT asked, pointing to the back seat. Mr. Saint Claire confirmed, "Douglas," and popped in a Barbara Streisand tape. At the next rehearsal the library lady, Mrs. DeWitt, took over on the piano. The Music Man was a hit! JT was a hit—although Mr. Saint Claire convinced JT to use his regular name 'Jeremy Reynolds' in the playbill. At the final cast party, on the director's couch, Mr. Saint Claire opined, "Jeremiah would be little over the top, I would say, but Jeremy Reynolds—it’s the name of a 50s movie star, don't you think, Dottie?" Dottie had no opinion. He rose from the couch and said he'd bring out the remaining bean dip and Doritos. There was a long pause, people were starting to leave. Jeremy Reynolds attempted to break the silence. "I never had champagne before, Mr. Saint Claire. Is it always pink?" asked Jeremy. "Only in the better places," sneered Mr. Saint Claire. Mr. Saint Claire wanted to change the subject. "JT, I mean Jeremy," he said, displaying all his teeth, "what do you think if for the spring we put on Tarzan?" "That's a play?" asked Jeremy. "Well, it's a musical I've been working on with Dottie, and I think, we think, you'd be terrific as the Ape Man of the Jungle. It has a monkey chorus, Jane as your romantic lead, and you'd swing from cardboard tree to cardboard tree. What do you think?" "I love Tarzan!" Jeremy pounded his chest excitedly, drunk, going 'Oo-oo-oo!' "This one time," he confided privately, though the last guests were in the kitchen with Dottie," I got a boy doll Tarzan for Christmas, from aunt Aggie in Charlotte, but it got took. I don't know who took it, but I think it was my daddy." Thinking back on the muscular plastic toy he clung to in bed, feeling its plastic chest and no weener, the Serpent turned. Dottie ushered out the last of the guests and swept back through the room. "I didn't bother with the dip. I'm going to bed. I'll clean up in the morning. Can you drive the music man home?" "Of course I can. I only had two glasses of champagne," protested Mr. Saint Claire. "Four, but no one counted. You feel safe with Mr. Saint Claire, sugar?" Mr. Sweeney asked Jeremy with a double-edge of concern. "Course he does. Finish your drink, mister, and we'll go." In the car Mr. Saint Claire put on the Bee Gee's Saturday Night Fever cassette singing along with them. His arm swung as much as it could in the small VW. "Ah-ah-ah, stayin alive-ive-ive!" "There's my house, Mr. Saint Claire." All the lights were off, the street deserted. "So how about it, Tarzan." Mr. Saint Claire pulled the break, reached over and put his hand on Jeremy's thigh. Since the boy didn't flinch, he unzipped Jeremy's worn out corduroys. Jeremy helped him slip them over his knees. Mr. Saint Claire reached inside his boxers and let out a 'whoa!' He pulled out the Serpent which sprang out of Jeremy's shorts. Mr. Saint Claire lowered his head and within two minutes Jeremy came in his mouth. Mr. Saint Claire said, gasping for air, "I think we're going to need a bigger loincloth." *** Vinnie was already there, smoking, leaning on the bricks when he arrived. He took a long drag on his Marlboro, offered up the pack to Jeremy, who waved off the offer but thanked him anyway. Vinnie took one more hit and tossed the butt in the street. He was silhouetted from the light out of the liquor store and made an imposing figure to Jeremy. They were about the same size but Vinnie was at least ten years older and thirty years more jaded. He wore a grey tank top that had "PIG" stenciled across the chest, black jeans, studded belt, and black leather boots. Jeremy caught that his jaw was repeatedly clenching and jutting from side to side. He'd seen that many times with the friends his brother hung out with. Maybe Vinnie was nervous, though, he thought trying to fool himself. Vinnie lit another cigarette and nodded for Jeremy to follow. "So, which site was it again?" Vinnie said, as Jeremy quickened his pace to stride along side him. "Ball Busters. I sure do like that site." "Why's that? Jeffrey, right?" "Jeremy. You can call me JT if'n you want." "I can?" Vinnie changed into an Aw-Shucks voice. "Well that's a might neighborly of you." Jeremy stopped, his back up. "You got something against the south?" Vinnie sized him up. "Nah," he chuckled, waving away the threat. "Specially if the southerner's packing a twelve inch long horn. Where you from, cowboy." They started walking again down the street again. "Little town right outta Knoxville. You from here?" "Jersey, by way of Oakland. But been here a long time. Discharged in Oakland many moons ago. So you like my site, huh? It’s still coming together but it pays very good coin." Jeremy nodded vigorously. They went quiet. A little farther down the street Vinnie picked up again. "So what’re you into, sport? Fisting, saline, bi, orgies, daddies, sounds, what?" Passing a street light the older man looked at Jeremy's face. The kid was obviously embarrassed. "Don’t know, Sir. I've been sucked off a couple of times, once by my coach, and once by my acting teacher, and, like I said, my brothers and me used to fool around kicking each other in the nuts. That's about it. Right now I'm looking for money. Your site said you'd pay good if'n I let you kick me in the nuts." "An acting teacher and coach, huh?" Vinnie left it in the air without comment. "So you never fucked nobody? A girl or this acting teacher?" Jeremy shook his head. "Well, Jeremy, just so you know, I don't suck no cocks and I don't fuck nobody neither. That cool with you?" Jeremy agreed it was. Vinnie used the butt of his cigarette to light another one. "Sure you don't want one?" Jeremy took one out of Vinnie's pack, lit it from Vinnie's cigarette. Coughed. "I pay fifty bucks to video abusing you, seventy-five without a mask. If you dig Daddy-Oh I'd give you a hundred but there's no mask for that, and we'd have to arrange to bring in one of the regular daddies. It's without condoms, if you're cool with that." Jeremy frowned. They stopped in front of a warehouse. "Well, this is it. Game, cowboy?" It was an industrial building that looked deserted. When they were inside, there wasn't even a light, but only a ghostly greenish light from the exit sign. Vinnie led them to the elevator. There was a lock instead of a button. Vinnie put in his key, turned it and the doors opened. He flipped on a switch inside and bright fluorescent blinked on behind a grungy plastic ceiling grate. Vinnie pushed 8. The doors closed and they started to climb. "So, what, you're a virgin or something?" Jeremy tried to sound experienced. "Well, two blow jobs. And my girlfriend gave me a handjob once." "Nah, kid, don't get me wrong. That's a good thing for this gig. The public likes first timers. But a good looking stud like you, what, first thing you want me to do is kick you in the nuts? You wouldn't want even a daddy suck you off? Maybe lay you or something?" "Well, I wouldn't mind if you put a screwdriver in my pecker." Vinnie laughed. "Aw, buddy, I think that's a little advanced for you. Let's just start off slow and see where that takes you. Okay, last stop. Housewares, linens, ball smashing." When the doors opened there was a security gate that Vinnie had to unlock and slide open before they could get in. Jeremy was looking through the gate. The room was illuminated in the blue glow of a bank of monitors. Each monitor had screen savers randomly ricocheting around on the screens. Once Vinnie got the door open, Jeremy wandered over to look at all of them, set down his hat on one, and studied the random photos bouncing around. Fisting, sling fucks, tits clamps, blow jobs, men peeing on men, extra-long rods going in men's pee holes. The Serpent was definitely stirring. "Video editing. I got this smart old perv that helps me with my sites, hooked me up for commerce, and showed me this editing software. I'm ready to dump him. But, I don't know, he also comes over if I want an extra pair of hands, either to move around the cameras or help me work over a guy." He switched a breaker switch on the wall next to the monitors and the dark room lit up warmly. It was like being on a sound stage, well, it was a sound stage of a sort. There was the black wall that Vinnie chained guys to and kick and punch their nuts, there was the table with all the eye hooks to bind a guy down so they couldn't budge while he did stuff to them, and there, hotly lit by four yellow klieg lights, was the famous bed with the leopard print and the pile of tiger pillows, where Vinnie would tie up guys, spread eagle. Jeremy lost his sense of fear and now only felt wonderment. He strolled over and ran his hand along the felt material and tested the fee;. It was real, not the internet. He was entranced. The whole floor was like magic. Not scary like he thought. Big, open, kind of like a stage. It even had that dusty stage smell. Even the dark corners cast spells. He wished he lived here, had this much room. It was expansive. He'd never seen a space so big. Not the cold storage room of the Bi-Lo, but real warm, lit brighter than reality. Even with the bed and monitors it hardly made a dent in the room's size. A kitchen area was in the corner and a couch and chair by the front windows. He really liked this place, and wanted to make a good impression on Vinnie. "Vinnie," he started, unsure if he should take the next step, "you want to smoke a doobee. I brought a joint in case you wanted to." "Aw, dude, I'm disappointed. I thought you didn't do drugs." Jeremy couldn't tell if VInnie was being sarcastic. "Only pot. I did coke with my brother, but it's expensive." "You're not fucking kidding. Mm-kay, you twisted my arm. So, you bring your headshot or what?" Vinnie pointed to a yellow envelope Jeremy had been clutching tight under his arm since they met. "C'mon, sit." He pointed to the kitchen table stashed in the corner. Next to it sat a bench with a hot plate, toaster oven and a small refrigerator. "Wanna beer?" Vinnie waved to his fridge. "If you’re having one. Thank you kindly." He sat at the table and slid his envelope over to Vinnie. Vinnie came out of the fridge with two beers and smacked them down on the table. Opening the manila envelope, he pulled out the photo. Jeremy as Tarzan, the Ape Man. He slid the lighter over to Jeremy. “What’s this? A skirt?” Jeremy lit the joint, took a drag and, a little offended but also hurt, handed the joint over to Vinnie. “I’m Tarzan. That’s my loincloth.” Vinnie laughed, not at Jeremy, but how hot he suddenly realized the kid was. And the loincloth was exceptionally small for such a large hunk. “You acted in a whole play in this.” He took a long drag and passed it back. Vinnie took a long time examining the studly boy's physique. He'd seen lots of pictures like this in vintage model books but this was the genuine article. No pretense in that broad handsome face. Pure innocence, a huge, perfect smile, and nowhere near a pansy faker. "It was a musical my teacher wrote, but they gave most of my songs to the lead gorilla. And one song they changed at the last minute to Jane’s. The school didn't exactly go hog wild over the show, but we did sell out every night for three weekends.” Vinnie held up the glossy with Jeremy wearing a loincloth shorter than any of the short-shorts the Village People ever wore. “I bet you sold out. Bet a lot of repeat customers, too." He toked several times on the joint. "You are a very brave man, Jeremy Ren.” "Jeremy who?” “I thought you were Jeremy Ren. Isn’t that what you said on the phone?” “Oh, I recon I didn't want to say my whole name to a stranger. My name’s Jeremiah Reynolds, but I don't want to use my real name if we do this.” Vinnie stubbed out the half-finished joint against his wet beer can. "I'm sorry, sport, but this is dirt weed. I've got some stash that's gonna kick you country ass." He went to the leopard bed and pulled out a drawer under it and took out one of his own joints. Jeremy slammed his hand on the kitchen table feeling justified. "I knew y'all wasn't all up tight about herb." Vinnie smirked, put his hands up, caught red handed. “They for real call you Jeremiah back home, seriously?” He brought the joint back to the kitchen table, sat looking over the eye candy in front of him. He didn't know how he was going to use him, but use him he would. “Well, they used to call me JT, but Mr. Saint Claire said I should use Jeremy Reynolds for the stage.” “That your acting teacher, the one that blew you, Saint Claire?" Jeremy nodded. Vinnie lit the joint. "How about JT Wren?" he said handing the joint to Jeremy. "Sounds butch, don't it?" Jeremy started toking away on the new joint. He looked at the ceiling lights then over at the bed. He smiled and starting nodding his head. “So, JT, let’s see that twelve inch trout you’ve been bragging about all night.” “Okay.” Without another word Jeremy undid his jeans and let them and his boxers drop to the floor. He fluffed up the Serpent and presented himself to Vinnie. Vinnie rocked back in his kitchen chair and gave out a low whistle. "And that's not even hard," said Jeremy. Vinnie shot up and went over to his video editing table and got his Polaroid camera. “Take off your tee shirt, buddy. Mind if I snap a few?” Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and stripped off his tee. He flexed a bit for Vinnie. He didn't mind at all, in fact, he liked being looked at and having his picture took. Vinnie grabbed at his own crotch freeing up his own serpent. He took a couple of Polaroids circling Jeremy. Front, side, back, close up butt, close up cock. “Mm-kay, cowboy, lift your Johnson and show me your nutsack." Jeremy swung his extra large bag of rocks. He was good at following direction like this. Kinda getting into it. His Johnson kinda getting into it too, from Vinnie's point of view. "Mm-kay, you better put 'em back on now.” A little disappointed, Jeremy pulled up his pants. He decided, though, to leave his tee shirt off. Vinnie took back his joint. "Good, huh?" He took a couple of short puffs and then one long drag and held it. "I recon I never had weed this good before. Hits ya quick, don't it?" He was leaning back in his kitchen table chair, arms clasped behind his head, trying to show off the little bit of dark brown bush he had. He was really feeling comfortable now. "I tell ya', Vinnie, I was nervous as a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chair fore I got here tonight. Now I'm as happy as a puppy with two peckers." After a second processing what the kid said, Vinnie exploded smoke through his nose and gave a wail of a coughing laughter. He couldn't stop. He banged his head on the table. Jeremy, smiling innocently, said, "Wha'?" "Dude," he said, passing back the joint, "did you really just say that?" "Say what?" Jeremy giggled. "I recon I did at that. But I mean—shit, dude, this is best dope I ever met. Makes me horny as a goat." "You got that right, cowboy. How bout we get in the saddle and we do a little catch and release." Jeremy couldn't wait to drop his drawers again. He excitedly undid his pants, dropped it all and ran over to the bed. He felt overcome with happiness and jumped up to a pole hang from the ceiling that held two klieg light. Between the lights he started doing pull ups. Vinnie watched him, imagined what he wanted to do with him, this virgin's first night. Nothing too extreme or he'd never come back. At twenty pull ups Jeremy dropped. "That weren't no regular joint. Now c'mon and admit it. I know drugs and that had more than plain ol' weed in it. Lil' angel in it?" "Caught me again. It's laced with T." "Crystal?" Jeremy frowned. "I smoked some clouds once and was up by myself all night. Swore I'd never do it again." "We'll that's because you was alone, bro. I'm here, and you and me, we can stay up all night if we feel like it. Do things. Anything you like, bro. You just tell Vinnie." "Like puttin' a screw driver down my Serpent." "Well," Vinnie pondered, "how's about we start off with maybe a small sound. C'mon, get on this bed you nut job. I'll show you what that's like." Jeremy ran over and jumped on the bed, leapt back on the plush tiger pillows and spread his arms and legs out wide awaiting the cuffs he'd seen so often. With Jeremy wiggling in bed, Vinnie stripped in front of the attentive kid. Vinnie untied his shoes and placed his socks inside them. He took off his PIG shirt, revealing his strong, hairy chest. He rubbed a hand casually through the thick black forest that covered his flat belly and went right up and over his shoulders. He, too, then jumped up on the bar that held the overhead lights and did a couple of pull up to show off himself. He had a lot more hair everywhere especially his pits than Jeremy, and his knew his crotch was also a dark hairy jungle, not like the kid's who he suspected manicured the little that he had—not that that was a bad thing, far from it. Vinnie dropped to the floor and undid his leather pants, let them fall and stepped out of them. He flashed a Cheshire cat smile to Jeremy and teased his five-day old dirty underwear down bit by bit till they too were on the floor. He then picked them up and snapped the waistband and shot the briefs squarely into Jeremy's face. He wagged his own not-so-unsubstantial Johnson, slapping the semi-hardon sided to side. He strolled over casually—he wouldn't spook him—but Jeremy was oblivious enjoying himself to the hilt. He was so excited he rolled back and forth on the bed that he'd only seen before on a small monitor. Vinnie began the descent of talking young boy's down, getting them to relax. "Mm-kay, partner. You saw the videos. I gotta first get you hooked up to the bed like this." He took one of the cuffs and reached out for Jeremy's large paws. He put it in the fur lined cuff and locked it to the side of the bed. Jeremy looked more excited than scared. Vinnie found he was talking to a frisky but, so far, cooperative colt, putting out a hand as he circled the bed. "It's okay, cowboy, we don't do anything you don't wanna do. Mm-kay?" Jeremy nodded eagerly. Vinnie secured his other arm. Vinnie then climbed naked over Jeremy making sure his dark hairy balls brushing over Jeremy's hairless abdomen. Jeremy bucked up surprised and over-stimulated. "Can I touch 'em?" Jeremy begged. "Sure buddy. But remember we start off slow." "I know, I know." Vinnie positioned himself so Jeremy could feel up his very furry low-hangers. Rolling Vinnie's balls gently around like a soft sack of eggs, Jeremy spoke as if he was reading from a script, "Not till the end, then we crush each other's balls. Look at my dick. Look at my dick, is what you say." "That's right, sport. Now your leg." Jeremy swung out a leg for Vinnie to cuff him. "Well, we'll see what we want to do as we go along. Right now, I'm going to cuff your other leg and then show you what a sound in your dick feels like." Vinnie worked quickly while in a side-ways glance he watched Jeremy magnum phallus rise to an extreme length. Fuck, he was going to make a fortune off this boy. Once secured, Vinnie slid himself across Jeremy's chest again to get to another drawer under the bed where he kept his set of sounds and lube. He loved feeling his hairy crotch on top of Jeremy broad chest. The kid was maybe as big as him but was completely smooth. It made his dick twitch while he slid back with his sounds in hand. The boy responded to his touch with abandon, pushing up his body to be felt everywhere he could. Vinnie ran his palms and his knuckles up and down the kid's torso. He was as close to a god as you could get, but still a wild animal waiting to be broken. He'd start with the colt's most prominent feature and improvise from there. He grabbed Jeremy hardened cock, lubed a small sound and squeezed some lube into Jeremy piss slit. The kid arched to the ceiling. "Calm down, buddy, we haven't even started yet." "Okay, Sir. It was just cold." Vinnie placed the tip of the rod over the slit opening and let it slide down a quarter of an inch. "Shit, shit. Take it out." Vinnie did, cocking an eye at Jeremy. "That felt so weird." "It's supposed to, sport. This ain't regular blow job sex. You just lie back, close your eyes." He took the sound again and placed it at the opening. He just inserted the tip before Jeremy jumped again begging for it to be taken out. "Should I start with the electric screwdriver then?" Vinnie asked, with a hint of anger and dripping sarcasm. Jeremy looked at Vinnie unhappily, shook his head and gritted his teeth. "Okay, Jeremy, this won't hurt, but it is going to feel extremely weird. But trust me it won't hurt. I'm going to use a lot of lube." Jeremy nodded his head trying to look brave. Vinnie lubed the slit liberally, put the sound again to the tip and let it slide in. Jeremy stiffened as it went down his chute. About three inches down he uncontrollably began bucking. "Please, stop, stop!" he shouted, but he bucked the sound slipped out of Vinnie's hand and it began it's natural descent from it's own weight. He thrashed from side to side, begging Vinnie to remove it. "Sweet Jesus. Holy fuck! Make it stop!" he cried. The rod was long but not a long as Jeremy's cock. It had disappeared down his shaft. Vinnie could feel it in there but with Jeremy jumping around he had no way to pull out the sound. "You have to stop or I can't help you," Vinnie tried to calmly explain. Jeremy tried to relax, felt it buried deep and so unnaturally. He tried as much as he could to accept the sensation. By a few deep breaths he was able to live with the feeling. In another few seconds he became less frenzied, almost willing to have it within him though he wasn't liking it. His cock softened just a bit but it was enough to stroke it down and have the sound's head reappear. Vinnie used his discarded underwear to grab the slippery tip and slowly, gently pull it out. "Oh, Sir," Jeremy pleaded, "I can't do this." "Course you can, cowboy. Just like riding a horse." Vinnie really liked the kid but maybe he was right. He just might be too wild to control. Then as he thought the night might slip through his hands, a thought popped in his head as he brushed Jeremy hard body with his impossibly soft skin. "So, JT. A lot of this takes time to get used to. And you look like Mr. Serpent is into it coming back to life so quick." Indeed, Vinnie noted he was stiffer than when they even started. "There is a short cut," he proffered, seeing what the boy's reaction might be. Jeremy, too, looked like he ached for the night not to be over "If you like the T-laced joint I know you'll love this, and you'll be surprised at how calm you'll get. Really nice and mellow after a fantastic initial rush. You won't believe how good it is." He reached in back of himself, and took a leather gag and ball from a bed drawer, and put it in Jeremy's mouth. The kid didn't resist. He was afraid with the next part he would. He secured the strap behind the boy's shaggy head. It was difficult to speak. Beneath the ball in his mouth he was able to get out "Okay, Sir." Vinnie pulled the strap taut. "Yep, 'Okay, Sir' is the magic word." Vinnie went around and secured the restraints much tighter. He saw Jeremy was forcing himself to relax and getting comfortable again on the leopard bed, though still he was a little anxious. He soon wouldn't be. He went back to his dresser and pulled out a rig and a spoon. He put some white powder in the spoon, added a bit of water and heated it up. Jeremy was watching him like a hawk, but surprisingly said nothing. His cock was dripping pre-cum, the veins looking like they might explode. Vinnie made sure the mixture had entirely dissolved, put a cotton ball in it, and loaded one of the points. He then set up two camera, one close up on Jeremy cock and the other one further back, a two shot that would capture him and Jeremy together. He glanced at the cowboy hat on the editing monitor and brought it over and set it on Jeremy's head. He tapped the side of the rig, looked over at the video monitors to make sure everything was right. In the drawer he found a rubber hose and tied it around the boy's outstretched muscular arm. He told Jeremy as he searched for a good vein, "I might you join a little later but right now let's concentrate on popping your cherry, or cherries." He tapped Jeremy's arm to bring out a vein. Jeremy flipped over forearm his displaying to Vinnie the largest protruding vein he had. Vinnie was surprised and broke into his Cheshire cat grin again. "Not your first rodeo, is it, cowboy." Jeremy looked up at him stoically, and shook his head. Vinnie stuck the vein, saying, "Now tell me if this burns." He gave Jeremy the entire contents without protest. "Yesss, oh fuck yesss, take it, go with it," he coached the boy, stroking his forehead, as he saw the change come over him. There was a bead of blood where he withdrew the needle. Vinnie bent over and licked it, the last thing Jeremy saw before his head sank into the tiger pillows. The boy was gone. The body alive for anything he wanted to do. Vinnie grabbed another set of sounds, a little different than the first. They were extremely thin as wires but had an octagonal bit at the end. While the boy was flying on his bed, he lubed it and inserted the bit in Jeremy's pee slit, letting it slide all the way in. Jeremy gasped and his Serpent jerked in Vinnie's hand. Once it settle in, Vinnie began twisting it in the depth of the Serpent. Only physically in the room his body trembled and swiveled his hips on the sound receiving sensation that were not natural to a body. Vinnie assisted him in intensifying the sensation by swiveling the Serpent around, drawing gasps and spasms in the body on his bed. Jeremy's abdomen shook in shock, trying to absorb the intensity of his internal forced extra-sensitivity. Vinnie wanted to exacerpate and build on what Jeremy was feeling. He took out another sound, greased it and entered it into Jeremy's urethra letting it join its brother in its descent. From far off somewhere deep in his brain Jeremy let out a cry of agony and satisfaction. He squirmed even harder in Vinnie strong hand. Vinnie took the two ends and began pulling them up and down within the kid's shaft. He felt the bits together with his fingers and ran then along the outside, following the internal motion up and down. "Better than a screwdriver, ain't it kid?" Jeremy was too far gone for words but present enough in body enough to rock his member in Vinnie's hand. "One more?" Vinnie offered. He expected no answer and inserted a third. A hissing, sucking sound came out from behind the gag. Whimpers of euphoria gave over to heavy moans of overloaded stimulation as Vinnie, unrelenting, violently stroked his shaft with a ever-tightening grip. He could feel Jeremy stiffening and coming up against his first climax of the night. Vinnie gently extracted the sounds, mouthed Jeremy's mushroom head, and deep throated him down to the tuft of clipped hair sprouting from his groin. Jeremy forced out some unintelligible words trying to make them escape from the gag, trying to form thoughts out of his spinning mind. He didn't know if they were words of damnation or gratitude. If there existed words that were both, those would be the words. They fell on deaf ears as Vinnie was lost worshiping the newest offered phallus. It wasn't the first time Jeremy felt the rush from a needle. He had his brother to thank for that. But it was one of the best. This time, though, a blow job wouldn't be the end of the encounter like the two he had—or third through hundredth if you counted the incestuous affair he long had with his brother Cliff. In his mind he was cascading far from where he started. He would be wise to cherish this ride tonight, the rush of bliss flowing from the Serpent's head to the farthest reaches of the world. There weren't that many more remaining.

3. Seth If I thought Thursday had dragged by slowly, Friday was positively glacial by comparison. My lab section seemed years long. Lunch was a century, and my afternoon study group was a millenium. Even though I had fucked Mick earlier in the day, I was still uncontrollably horny. It took all the self-restraint I could muster to not disappear into one of the cruisy restrooms in the library and get off. Finally, endlessly, all of my obligations were over. I raced back to the dorm, cleaned up and showered, and put a few things into a backpack. All I bothered with was the bottle of pills, a toothbrush, and two pairs each of socks, underwear, and t-shirts. From my texts with Jon, I knew I wasn't going to need a lot of clothing for the weekend. I pulled on a jockstrap and a pair of shorts, found a t-shirt, and headed out the door. It was exactly 4:30. As I began the walk to the engineering campus, Jon texted me. "On your way?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. It was a short walk across the quad. Jon's office was in the new computer science building. I hadn't had any need to go there before. I was confused by the unfamiliar layout. But, I re-gained my bearings and found his office a few minutes before 5:00PM. His office door was closed. I stood there for a full minute, too terrified to knock. Going raw had been my most reliable jerk-off fantasy for years. Nothing between me and my partner. No rubbers. No protection. Now it was time to take these fantasies and make them realities and I was hesitant. No, not hesitant. I was terrified. From my encounter with Mick, I knew there was going to be no return to the status quo. Once I had been fucked bareback, rubbers were never going to be an option. After the eon of waiting and hesitating, I finally raised my hand and knocked on the door. It was such a tiny action, no more consequential than a single step. But it was choice. It was the first step on the rest of my life. There was a pause. It was terrifyingly long, but in retrospect, it barely a few seconds. Then, there was a response. "Yeah. Come in," a male voice said. It was masculine but not too deep. I hesitated again, mustered up my courage, and pushed open the door. The office was large and bright; sunlight was streaming through the windows. The man I knew was Jon Corelli was sprawled out on a couch, an iPad in his hand. As I stepped in, he jumped up and smiled. "Seth?" he asked. "Yeah. Jon?" "Yeah." He was staring at me, and suddenly I felt vulnerable. His eyes were a brilliant green and it seemed like I had no more secrets left. Nothing could protect me from him, not even the Truvada now coursing through my blood. "It's great to finally meet you," he continued. "Yeah," I stammered. "It is." He was a little shorter than I expected, his hair cropped closely, and a beard. He was stocky, with a defined body. But he wasn't a gym rat; I could tell he had better things than to spend every hour in the gym. "Come here," he said. I took another step forward. He reached out for my arm, and I let him take it. He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. I tilted my head down, and gave him a kiss. His lips were warm against mine. I could feel my cock stirring. I wanted him naked. I wanted to be naked. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. As we kissed, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it. The kiss was probably only a few seconds, but like the wait for his response, it seemed much longer. "What you expected?" he asked me. My cock throbbing and my ass was twitching. "Better," I said. "You?" "The same," Jon replied. "Wanna go to my place?" he asked. "Get the weekend started?" "Yeah," I said. He grabbed the iPad and packed it away. He put a few more papers in the bag, and then slung it over his shoulder. "I'm parked out back," Jon said. He motioned for me to go out first. He locked the door behind him, and pointed me towards a stairwell. As I walked down the stairs, I could tell he was watching me and examining my every move. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was thinking. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his skin against my skin. "How was your day." "Long," I said. "I couldn't wait for this to happen." "Me either." I pushed open the door, back into the brilliant California sunshine. "There," Jon said. "The green one." In front of me was a racing green Jaguar, older than me or Jon. It suited him perfectly: impeccable, without being flashy. He unlocked it and leaned over to open my door. Inside, it was small, and I was suddenly aware of Jon's scent, a bit musky, a bit sweaty. I wanted to bury my face in it, and inhale it. "Let's go." He pulled out into traffic. I wanted him to accelerate, to speed into the dangerous and exciting future. But, unfortunately, Friday rush hour was not co-operating with the symbolism. Instead, we inched onto a slow-moving freeway as we headed towards downtown. "Can I ask a question?" "Go ahead," Jon said. "Anything you want." "How do you get it. You know." "HIV?" Jon asked. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. It was harder to read him, without seeing his eyes. "Yeah." "Well," he said. He smiled "When a poz daddy and a neg son love each other very much, the poz daddy puts his raw cock into the neg son." "No, I know how that works," I cut him off. "Be serious. I meant you. How did you get it?" "JP did it. We didn't have prep then. There weren't many options for us, if we wanted to be fluid bonded." "When did you two start? Barebacking, I mean." "The first time, actually." He sighed for a moment. "He asked if he could put it in. Just for a second." "And you let him?" "Yeah. He said he would pull out." The traffic had eased up, and Jon smoothly accelerated. "In the heat, it was hard for me to say no to him. It still is hard for me to say no to him." "And? Did he?" "He did. He came on my stomach that first night." "The next time?" "I asked him to cum in me." "Were you scared?" "Of course. I was in love. That's even more terrifying than HIV." He was quiet, as we sped past an exit. "By the end of the first week, I knew I wouldn't ever use a condom again. From there, it was inevitable." Another pause, another mile towards his home. "I was poz by the end of the month." "Would you still do it? I mean, now that there is PrEP." Another silent mile, but it was not uncomfortable. He was thinking; choosing his words carefully. I stared out the window. "Yeah," Jon finally said. "I would. To be pregnant with JP's seed. To always carry a bit of his love for me. I would." Now it was my turn to be silent. My blood was filled with a drug that would keep me safe from men like Jon and JP. It would keep me alive. But would it let me really live? It would be another barrier, more invisible than a condom, but a barrier none the less. I'd never get to experience the bond they had, never get to live life to the fullest. For the first time, I began to have doubts about my choice to protect myself. Finally, I spoke. "How does it feel? To be poz?" "Like a loaded gun between my legs. And I get to share it." He pulled off the freeway, onto a busy street. "But other times it's scary. I can kill you by having sex." "But it's safe now. You're on TasP. I'm taking PrEP." "Yeah," he said. "It is." I shifted. My cock was hard, and I tried to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. "You turned on?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said, trying not to blush. "Thinking about your cock inside me." "Me too," he said. He reached down and undid his jeans. He pulled out his cock. It was even harder than mine was. "Feel it," he said. I paused for a moment, suddenly aware of all the cars around us, and how easy it would be for someone to see us. Jon noticed me hesitating. "Have you ever touched a poz cock before?" "No, not yet," I said. I was staring at his erect shaft. "Go ahead," Jon said. Then, softer, "Are you worried?" "No," I answered. I felt the drug starting to suffuse my body, building a suit of armor around me. "It's just..." I trailed off. "Just?" "So beautiful." Jon took one hand from the steering wheel and took my hand. He guided me to his dick. I wrapped my fingers around it. The skin was soft and warm, surrounding an iron core. It felt like a man should feel, solid and firm, but tender and caring. I caressed it, and found there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I ran my finger over it. It was wet and slippery. "Is it?" I asked. "Dangerous, I mean." "No. I'm on meds. There is barely any virus in my semen, much less in my pre-cum. You could taste it even without PrEP." I ran my finger over his piss slit once more, feeling as a bit more dribbled out. Not that I needed it, but he had given me the permission I needed. I let go of his dick, and brought my finger tips to my lips. I licked them clean. "How does it taste?" "Like a man should. Salty. Musky." He laughed. "You'll get plenty more of it this weekend. Now. I showed you mine. You show me yours." "Here? In traffic? What if someone sees?" "Then they will see a hot young man, showing off his hard cock. And maybe learn to mind their own business." I fumbled with my shorts. I had been hard from the moment I knocked on Jon's office door, and it was not easy to untangle the layers of fabric to get to my erection. Jon was taking quick glances, staring as long as he felt safe as he drove along the crowded street. Finally, I freed my cock, and it stood up straight, saluting the man I had jerked off to so many times. "Damn," he said. "It's bigger in person." "You think?" I saw it every day, and it seemed painfully average to me. Jon reached across and grabbed it. His hand was warm. He seemed to know exactly how to touch me, and for moment, I thought I was going to cum. "It's perfect. We are going to have fun with it." He brushed his fingertips against my cockhead, getting a bit of my precum. I watched as he licked it off, wanting his lips against mine, wanting his mouth on my cock, and if, just maybe, feeling his tongue flick against my asshole. Jon had told me how much he loved rimming, and was surprised no one had ever done it to me before. "Damn," he said. "Now I'm really hungry." He licked his finger again. "Fuck," he muttered as he downshifted in anticipation of a red light ahead of us. "I wanna be naked in bed with you now." "I know," I said. As we pulled to a stop, I reached out and grabbed his cock again. "I want this inside me." "Me too. Nothing between us." "Skin on skin." We were reaching downtown, and the buildings were getting higher and higher around us, as the traffic got worse. At the next stop light, a bus pulled up beside me. He smiled at me, and grabbed my cock again. "They are jealous," he said. I glanced up, trying not to blush. But the riders were in their own world, oblivious to the sexually charged atmosphere right next to them. "How much further?" "Almost there," he said. He let go of my dick, and forced his cock back into his jeans. "They might not have noticed, but the guard at the parking garage will notice." I followed his lead, struggling to get my shaft into my shorts. I managed to zip up just as he pulled into a driveway and we descended into the depths of a tall, mirrored skyscraper. "Good evening," he said, flashing a pass card at a guard. The gate raised, and he drove into the garage. He quickly found his spot, and we grabbed our bags before heading to the elevator. In the elevator, he swiped his passcard again, and pressed 54 on the pad. As the doors closed, he pushed me up against the wall and pressed his body against mine. His lips met mine and we kissed. It was electric, getting so close to what we had talked about for so long. The elevator's rapid acceleration pressed us closer together as our tongues probed each other's mouths. "I've been wanting that the entire drive home," Jon said. "Me too." The elevator's ascent slowed, and the doors opened. I was expecting a hallway, but when I saw the stand of shoes and a table with a stack of mail, I realized that we were already in his apartment. He must have noticed my surprise. "I did very well in a start-up. And Jean-Paul is a corporate lawyer." Then, more loudly, "we're home," "In the kitchen," a deep, male voice replied. I was suddenly nervous. I knew that the weekend was going to be all of us, Jon, Jean-Paul, cal, and myself. But I only knew Jon. "Jean-Paul," Jon said, "Cal is going to be home later." He dropped his bag, and kicked off his shoes. "We can get it later," he said, motioning me to leave my bag and shoes with his. I did so, and followed him towards the kitchen. It was large, with modern, stainless steel appliances and granite counters. It looked like a photo from a magazine. In the middle, leaning against a counter was Jean-Paul. He was a little taller than me, maybe 6'2", with an angular face, and salt and pepper hair with a goatee. He was shirtless, his broad and muscular chest covered in the same dark hair flecked with grey. I followed it down across a flat stomach, and it disappeared into a pair of sweats. I thought I could see the outline of his cock behind the dark red fabric. "Hey," Jon said. He stood on his toes and kissed JP. "This is Seth," he said. He turned to me. "This is my husband, Jean-Paul." "Please, call me JP," he said as he straightened up. He put something down on the counter; it was a pipe. The bowl was stuffed full of dark green weed. I held out my hand, and he laughed, grabbing me and pulling me close. "I've heard so much about you," he said, his breath hot against my skin. "And you're even better in person." He pressed his body against mine, and I could feel his thick cock press against my thigh. When he released his muscular arms from around me, he stepped back. "So," he said. "Are we what you expected?" "Hell yeah," I said. I hoped I didn't sound too eager. "Great," Jon said. "Want to get comfortable?" "You want?" JP asked, holding out the pipe and a lighter. "I mean, if you do." "Yeah, of course," I said. I took them and did a hit. "Beer?" Jon asked. "Yeah," JP said, "you?" I nodded, my lungs still full of the acrid smoke. Jon disappeared out one of the doors, leaving the two of us alone. "You?" I asked, exhaling a thick cloud. "Yeah," JP said. He took the pipe from me and did a hit. He pulled me back, and pressed his mouth against mine. He shot gunned it into my lungs. "You sure you're OK?" "Yeah," I said. "You're hot. Really hot." "So are you," he said. "This is going to be fun." He reached under my shirt and ran his hands over my smooth chest. "Not hairy like you," I said. "Sorry." "No. It's good." His hands found my nipples, and I fell silent as bolts of pleasure radiated out. "Starting without me?" Jon asked. I turned, and as I did, JP expertly pulled off my shirt. Jon was standing in the door, holding three cold beers in his hands. "You are welcome to join, but you're over dressed," JP said. Jon handed me a beer, then one to JP. He put his down on the counter, and stepped back. JP's arm was still wrapped around me, holding me close to his warm body. We watched as Jon pulled off his shirt, exposing his hairy chest. He undid his jeans, and let them drop to the floor. He was wearing a pair of dark blue underwear, his cock straining against the fabric. As he stepped towards me, he pushed down his underwear. His cock sprang free, sticking up and out. Even though I had played with it on the drive here, I couldn't help but stare at it again. I had dreamt of this cock nearly every night and jerked off thinking about it nearly every morning, and now all those dreams and fantasies were going to come true. "Now, who's overdressed?" Jon asked. "I think it's you," JP said. His breath hit my ear, and sent chills down my torso, landing right at my cock. It throbbed, wanting release from the clothes I was wearing and the load that was building up in my balls. JP let his hands drop down to my shorts and quickly unfastened the button and zipper. They fell to my ankles, leaving me in only the jockstrap. "That's nice," JP continued. "Easy access, huh?" "Now you're the odd one out," Jon said. "You think?" JP replied. He momentarily released me from his embrace and pushed me ever so slightly away from him. It was just enough for him to push down his sweat pants. Unlike me or Jon, he was wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock sprang free. He stepped out of his sweats and kicked them to one side, before pulling me back against him. His skin was warm, and his touch calmed me down, but also drove me crazy. "Oh fuck," I moaned as JP slid his erect cock between my ass cheeks. I could feel the tip of his dick press against my hole, but before anything happened, JP adjusted his position and let his cock just nestle in my crack. "That feels good," I said. "I'm sure it does," Jon said. He was now just inches from me. He was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off of him, but was just far enough that not a single part of our bodies were touching. I wanted to feel him pressed against me. More than just that, I wanted to feel his dick inside of me. "Only one more piece of clothing to lose," he said. He reached out and grabbed my jockstrap, pulling it free of my engorged shaft and forcing it down. It fell to my ankles as well. I stepped out of my shorts and jock, and the three of us stood naked. Jon pressed his body against mine, and forced his tongue into my mouth. I was surprised at the action but was more than happy to let him enter me. His tongue probed my mouth and I knew this was just the first step in Jon's domination of my body. "Taste good?" JP asked. "Oh yeah. Sweet. Young. Innocent." On that last word, I thought JP's cock twitched. But it could have just been my imagination. Jon forced his body against me and his erect cock pressed against my shaft. With a man in front of me and behind me, I felt a bit vulnerable. If they wanted to do anything, there was no way I would be able to fight the two of them off. But I trusted them; we had talked many times through what I wanted, what Jon wanted, and what JP wanted. Our desires were completely compatible. Suddenly, Jon pulled his tongue out of my mouth, and stepped back. His cock was now resting on mine, both of them hard and aroused. "Skin on skin," Jon said. "Just the way you wanted it, no?" "Well. Yeah, I guess." It was a nice start, but I had imagined a lot more than just a bit of rubbing bodies against each other. I had done that in middle school and I was ready for something far more intense. "Yeah?" Jon asked. He reached down and wrapped his hands around both of our cocks. "That's what I want. Nothing between us." I stared at him, terrified that this would be all that I would get. "Isn't that what you want?" I nodded. I was trying not to get scared; I had built this weekend up in my mind, and it was rapidly turning into something totally different from what I had imagined. Jon continued. "You like that? This is how it's supposed to be. Skin against skin." I decided to go for broke. "Yeah. Now all you have to do is fuck me." "Is that what you want?" I nodded. Of course that was what I wanted. "Let's do it." Jon turned to JP, and focused on him. "Where did we put the condoms?" "The trash can?" JP replied, arching an eye brow. "Don't tease the boy. He's probably been looking forward to finally going raw for what?" JP turned to me. He scanned his brown eyes up and down my body. I felt so much more naked than I did just a few moments earlier. "For a few years, I think." I blushed. He had barely known me for five minutes, and he had managed to get at some of my deepest secrets. "You're right," Jon said, an air of amused detachment. "Don't worry, Seth," he said, returning his attention to me. "Only latex in this house is fetish wear." "We should put him in some," JP said. "Smooth, hairless, muscular boy like Seth?" He smiled, and I glanced down. His cock was obviously more erect than earlier. "So fucking hot." "I know what you like," Jon replied. He was stroking his own cock now. It was a thick, stiff, erect shaft and as he stood there, I could tell he was thinking about sliding it into my hole. More than just fucking me, he wanted to slide it in raw. He wanted to bareback me, and breed my hole. A week ago, it would have been the most scary thought ever. But now, it was a major turn-on. I didn't have to worry about the deadly virus that Jon and JP shared. All I had to focus on was the pleasure. "I think," Jon continued. My attention snapped back to the immediate reality, and away from the fantasy I had been spinning for myself. But, the immediate reality wasn't all that different from my fantasy: I was naked, surrounded by hot, horny men, eager to fuck me raw and breed my innocent hole. Not only were they going to be breeding me, their sperm was loaded with a deadly virus. But, I didn't have to worry. There was a small blue pill. Once a day, and it would protect me. "I think there's one more tease that Seth needs to experience." "Oh yeah. That he does," JP said. "You ever been rimmed?" Jon asked me. "Rimmed?" I asked. I had heard about it, but to my embarrassment, I still didn't know what the word actually meant. I had been too scared to look it up online. "We have our answer," JP said. "Right on," Jon said. I wasn't sure if it was to me or to JP. "Get up on the counter," he said.

1. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. That was before I had met Simon; however, before Simon had told me how hot I was, how much he liked me; before he had eaten out my hole till he could slide three fingers inside of me without resistance; and before he had charmed me to let him slip, just the tip of his fat cock into my hole raw. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. My name is Justin, I’m twenty five and just finished my last year of grad school. At five foot ten I’m not the tallest of men, but I’m what my ex-girlfriend called “Nerd hot.” The short of guy you see with unkempt hair, dark rimmed slightly unfashionable glasses, and a tweed jacket with elbow patches and you think he’s sort of cute but nothing special until they take their clothes off and you realize that tweed jacket and button down shirt were hiding a tight six pack, broad chest and a sizable amount of chest hair. I had one girl actually laugh in surprise when I took my pants of the first time and she saw my seven-inch soft cock. For the past twenty-five years I have identified as 97% straight, every once in a while I’ve come across a guy that does it for my but that’s pretty rare and rarer still would be the circumstances under which anything would happen. I am, however, a liberal man of the modern era and so when I was in London visiting my Stepbrother and he invited me to go to the gay bar with his friends, I was more then happy to attend. Ryan, who had always been the more athletic masculine of the two of us, had come out to his mother and my father when he was fifteen; I was sixteen at the time. Most of my friends thought that I should be weirded out by this (“What if he’s checking you out after you get out of the shower?”) but I never was. Ryan was not one of the 3% of guys that I’m attracted too although I did find out after catching him in bed with one of his boyfriends over a summer break in college that he had a massive cock. After college Ryan had started working for a publishing company and soon after was transferred to their offices in London. At twenty-four he already had a massive flat near to the city center and a damn nice office in their high-rise office. When I graduated for grad school I decided to fly to England for the summer before looking for work and visit Ryan for a while. Two nights after I got there Ryan invited me to join him and his friends at a gay bar downtown. Having just finished a long semester of school I was down for drinking where ever. So we got dressed, Ryan in a pair of tight jeans and a black wife beater that showed off his broad football player chest and his massive arms, he honestly looked like Rugby Ken; and I in a slim fit button down shirt and loose fitting jeans. It was at the bar that I met Simon. He came in late, a little bit after all of the others, and took the only available seat in the little booth (next to me) that six of us now occupied in the corner of this bar. The six-foot three, black haired, blue eyed, pail skinned god smiled as he slid in next to me. “Ayope, ‘o’s this then,” he ask in a gruff south London accent. “My step brother Justin, he’s straight so put your cock back in your pants,” answered Ryan, a slight twinge of a British accent had started to color the edges of his words in the years sense he’d moved here. “Eh, he’s aright. Ain’t yeh Justin?” Simon asked me. I laughed a little and nodded trying to remain calm, I had never been so attracted to a guy in my entire life. He wore no shirt, claiming it had had gotten soaked in the rain just a little bit ago. His small pink nipples stood erect out of a thick coat of dark hair all across is massive pecks. Tight blue jeans hugged his muscular legs, and the outline of his cock running down his left pant leg was obvious. He was stunningly masculine in his appearance and domineer. The rest of the party continued to talk and Simon quickly jumped into the conversation. I didn’t know what I wanted from him but I wanted something. I wanted him somehow. As he chatted with his friends his hand slid from the table and slowly made it’s way to rest on my leg just above the knee.

After that time at work Danny and I didn’t work the same shift for a few days. The three of us would talk on the phone or text but we didn’t get a chance to get together. They both told me that after the 3way with me that the sex between them had intensified and that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. We all three wanted a repeat though and had agreed to meet up that weekend. In the mean time we would video chat and jack off for each other and once they set it up so that I could watch them fuck. Hearing them both say how they wanted my ass loaded up with Mark’s poz cock and cum kept me rock hard no matter how much I jacked off. I was barely in the door at their place that weekend when Mark had me pressed against the door kissing me like he meant business. Danny was on the couch watching us kiss, grope and grind against each other and when I looked over at him rubbing his crotch I just smiled. Soon we headed to their bedroom and Danny and I dropped to our knees and both worked over Mark’s big, fat cock. Each licking up a side and kissing over that fat head of his cock. We did this until Mark said he needed to fuck some hole. Danny and I both got on our hands and knees next to each other as Mark started licking and tonguing both of our holes. He was licking one and fingering the other getting us both ready for his big cock. I felt him stand and saw him line his cock up with his boyfriend’s hole. I turned my head and kissed Danny as Mark slid into him and started fucking him. I continued kissing Danny and soon felt Mark push the head of his cock into me. Fucking his boyfriend had gotten him warmed up and he was ready to fuck and he rammed into me with one deep thrust. My ass gripped his cock and I gasped as he started a rhythm of deep thrusts with his hips slapping my ass on each stroke. It was almost too much and my vision got blurry for a second but soon I was relaxing and accepting the pounding he was giving me. Mark alternated fucking each of us. Giving each of us several strokes and then pulling out and sinking into the other. The harder he used our holes the dirtier the poz talk got. He was saying how he loved that the both of us wanted his poz cock and how he loved breeding neg hole and how he hoped his poz load would convert me. How he wanted to own that part of me forever. All the while his thrusts got harder and his hands were pulling my hips back onto his cock forcing him deeper into me. I was begging for his load saying I would do anything but I needed that poz load, I needed him to convert me while Danny was urging him to load my neg hole up. Soon I felt him tense as his cock throbbed in my hole and I felt his load shooting deep into me. I leaned over and kissed Danny as Mark slowed his fucking and finally pulled out. He told Danny he wanted to watch him fuck his load into me and push his poz load deeper into me. Danny’s cock is longer but not as thick so the sensation was amazing. My whole body was tingling and Danny just started pounding away and soon gave me his load too. When Danny pulled out Mark pulled him into a kiss and pointed to his ass and raised his eyebrows asking if I wanted his boyfriends’ ass. I lined up sank in balls deep fucking my coworker quick and hard until I was depositing my load into him. When Danny got up to shower Mark and I kissed and touched and as I rubbed his biohazard tattoo he told me he wanted some time with me all to himself soon. That he wanted to learn every inch of my body and he wanted to swap as many loads with me as we could manage. He said that he could be rougher with me than he could with Danny and that he really liked that. We agreed to make that happen soon and then got up and headed into the shower with Danny.

Had a good week. There was a guy in town at a local hotel taking anon dick. I get there and the room is so dark i cant even see that he's on the bed. i get on and he starts working my cock in his mouth before I get him on all fours and slide my cock in his hole that's nice and wet. He tells me he has 2 in him already. I proceed to fuck him about 45 minutes and add 3 more to him. I left there and drove down to Fort Lauderdale to fuck the biggest cum dump I know. He still had loads in him from the night before at slammers and he was pretty wet. I ended up dumping 4 in him over the course of an hour and half. Later in the week, I met up with this 21 year old bug chasing cum dump who had 3 fresh loads in his ass from a BBC tagteam. His hole was sloppy and I gave a quick load and left. My next stop a day later was a gloryhole cump dump who had 3 pretty fresh loads in him. It was my first visit to him and I will be back that is for sure.

Anybody who wants to get into my pants had better have 1) great recent pix and 2) an iron ego. Because I am exactly what the profile would lead you to believe.

Been over a month since my nuts were eliminated. Still having some temperature control issues...but pain is all gone. Must guys have enjoyed knowing they were fucking a eunuch. No doubt, I have not had anything close to a hard cock since then...and even with effort no cum. I do seem to leak much more pre-cum than before. No doubt, it is all still kind of new....but I like it....A LOT.

This amazing string of POZ sex just continues. I would have never thought that chasing would be like this. I always assumed it would be random guys over a long period of time. I have had more sex in the last week than I have had in months...and it has all been POZ cum. The best part is that the reality of POZ guys being better lovers seems quite true. I know my own inhibitions during sex are long gone...and the guy who is topping me is simply wild. Still seems a bit dreamlike.

The students are back so found some horny college guys in Grindr Friday night and then again Saturday. Just got back from my last hookup. Also swapped loads with my poz twink fuck buddy. Four college bois bred and 6 loads up my ass.

Haha, totally true! When I was in my twenties I couldn't figure out why I couldn't get some of these older guys to fuck me. I knew what I wanted, or so I thought, I had a nice little smooth bubble butt and I was willing as all fuck! But I couldn't get the tops I wanted. As the years continue to go by, it gets easier. At the same time I find myself looking at the twenty something's & being unsure as to wether or not I wanna bother, lol. Theres always a pleasant surprise around the corner though!

Stopped into A-Action ABS this afternoon. I paid my entrance fee, then went into the theater. There was one guy sitting on a sofa in a dark corner, jacking off. I walked up to him to get a closer look. He appeared to be a hispanic guy in his early 30's. He had his fist wrapped around a rock hard, thick slab of meat, stroking it as he watched the str8 film on the large screen at the front of the room. We were the only two in the theater. I knelt down and took it into my hand to stroke. It was definitely rock hard. I'd say at least 6.5", cut and thick. I quickly wrapped my lips around it and sucked. He sighed loudly as I began to make love to that big bad boy. About 5 minutes of good cocksucking brought me my first load of the afternoon. He thanked me for the blow job, which was quite nice and polite. How often do you get thanked for getting someone off in those places? I looked at him as I began to stand and said, "No, Thank YOU!". We smiled at each other as I got up and left the theater to go see what was in store for me in the arcade. This is the arcade with lots of glory holes between most booths and half doors on the booths. The doors don't lock and of course, since they are half doors, open at the bottom, you can easily see what's going on in each booth. There were several booths with guys in them, jacking off. And I pass one booth that had a guy on his knees, sucking off another guy. I found a booth with a g/h, next to a booth that was occupied. I knelt at the hole and did the finger wave. The guy on the other side, an older black guy in his early 60's was sitting in there. He looked tall and thin. Wearing sweat pants a sweat shirt. He stood and pulled his sweat pants down. He pulled out a sizable bbc. He fed me his limp cock through the hole. I took it into my mouth and began to suck. It swelled a little bit. But after 4 or 5 minutes of sucking, I could see that he wasn't going to get fully hard. And I was going to have a difficult if not impossible time trying to make him cum. So, I gave up on that cock and left that booth. Checking under the doors again, it seemed to be all the same, except the guy that had been on his knees sucking, was now standing and getting fucked by the guy he'd been sucking. I went into the booth opposite them, so I could get a direct view across the hall into their booths to enjoy the view of them fucking. They fucked for a few minutes, then pulled apart, the fuckee pulled his pants up, sat on the chair and sucked on the guys dick for a couple of minutes, then gave up and left the booth. The guy that had been doing the fucking must not have cum, because he had now sat back down on the chair and was stroking furiously on his cock. So, I left my booth and crossed over to that booth. I went inside, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his 6'' uncut cock. It was rock hard and dripping lots of precum. He was sighing and moaning as I sucked him. I sucked for 4 or 5 minutes, then he whispered, "Do you have a condom"? "No, Do you"? I said. "No". " Shit! He wants to fuck. But with a condom. Damn! I go back to sucking on his cock. "I wish we had a condom", he softly said again. "Yeah. Me too. But, we don't. You can fuck me bare". There's no response from him. I'm wondering if he was fucking the other guy with a condom? The booth is too dark to see if a used condom has been tossed on the floor. I just continue to suck on him. Then he pulls me up under my arms as he stands from his chair. "Turn around. I wanna' fuck you". I turn, undo my pants and drop them to the floor. I spit on my fingers and lube my ass a bit with my spit. He also spits on my ass and slips the spit up into my hole. He spits a couple of times on his cock and lubes it up. As I bend over, he begins to press into me. He slips inside me easily. His uncut cock nearly pulls completely out of me, then lunges back in. He fucks me for about 5 minutes, before he slams deep into me, holds it there and cums in my ass. He quickly pulls out of me, pulls up his pants and leaves the booth in a whirlwind. I pull up my pants. Pull myself together and head out into the hallway. I see the guy that's just fucked me leaving the store. And a tall, heavy set young black guy is walking out of the theater and heading towards me in the arcade. I stand at the end of the arcade and wait to see where this black kid will go. If you've been reading my stories, you know that I just LOVE black dick. The kid walks down the hall of booths, checking out what he can see under the doors. He comes almost to me and goes into the 2nd to the last booth. I enter the adjoining booth, that I know shares a g/h. I drop to my knees at the g/h. He immediately steps up to the hole and feeds me an already hard 5'5" cut cock. I immediately start to work on his cock. After a few minutes of cock worship, he pulls his cock from my mouth. Stuffs it back in his pants and leaves his booth. He opens my booth door and I move to the side to allow him space to come in. He pulls his cock back out and I drop back to my knees and resume my cock worship of his beautiful black dick. I work on his beautiful black dick like a champ. I finally take a look up at him as I still have his cock in my mouth. "Yeah. Look in my eyes, while you're sucking my dick. You like my dick?" "Mhmmhmmm....nnnmm", I moan with my mouth full of his cock as I continue to look up at him and suck him. I can tell that he's turned on by my looking into his eyes at the same time that I'm worshiping his black dick. Very soon, he grabs the back of my head, pulls my head down on his cock. Forcing his dick to the back of my throat. His cock throbs as he begins to pump his load of hot cum down my throat. I milked his dick of as much cum as I could squeeze out. Then we both put ourselves back together and I left the store feeling satisfied to have several loads in my stomach and one in my ass.

Round Three.... Jay wrapped his fingers around chris neck and saw fear in chris eyes. Jay slapped chris hard few times and Chris whole body shivering underneath his. However when Jay slammed his cock down into chris hole, Chris parted his lips slightly and let out soft moans and Chris pens started dripping cum again as Jay pounded into chris prostate beastly. Jay wanted to cum now so he closed his eyes and just pounder his cock into the wet boy pussy for a long time. Jay finally felt his cum boiling in his ball Sav and opened his eyes and realized he's been choking chris as he fucked him. The boy was so submissive under Jays control that he didn't even struggle to stop him. Jay lowered his head to face chris closely rye to eye as he started to to shoot his cum and Chris unexpectedly lifted his head to kiss Jays lips. Jay choked him hard and pushed him down to stop. "Bitch u r a good fuck cum dump but I don't kiss a cum dump." Jay felt his while body relaxing as he pumped his seeds into the boy pussy many times and just let his body fall on top of chris and drifted off to sleep with chris ankles pm his shoulder.

In the bedroom..... Jay sat on the edge of the bed and let Chris work on his cock for few minutes. Then he started to move back a little by little taking the boy on to the bed with him. While Chris continued to choke and coat Jays big black cock with saliva and other liquids that poured out from deep inside of his throat, Jay got the metal chain harness from the bedside table and one by one locked chris' extremities. When he was done, he pushed chris' head away hard and Chris rolled back and fell off the mattress since both of his ankles and wrists were chained together forcing his body to roll in to a ball. Chris' head landed on the carpeted floor but his ass was still hanging by the edge of the mattress. Jay laughed loud and teased Chris how silly he looked folded in half with his ass up in the air to be used by any men like a dItty nasty whore. Chris felt so humiliated but at the same time he felt excitement through his body especially below his waist. Jay stood on the mattress over chris' ass and started to spit on in and smeared it around with his foot. Then he took the bag of crystal out and pouted some on chris hole and used his big toe to push it into chris hole. When chris hOle resisted too much, Jay kicked chris down and squashed his balls. Chris screamed and cried but his ass hole opened up enough for Jay to stick his big toe into chris. Chris felt the burning inside of his body but by the time the pain on his balls started to calm down, the burning turned into extreme hunger. Chris could feel his hole open and close rapidly as he welcomed the intrusion of Jay's big toe into his virgin hole and possibly begged for more. Chris' pens started to grow with each wincing of his hole. Both Jay and Chris could see chris' pens erecting between them. "Botch ur hoke is hungry huh? U r begging for my big man cock."Chris closed his eyes and didn't reply ashamed by the hinger of his body but deep inside he knew Jay was right. Jay sat on the mattress and placed the head of his cock at the wincing virgin boy hole and teased the boy more. Jay tested the boy until he knew the boy must be going crazy with hUnger then he stood up on the other side of chris body and the matress. Jay put his hands on the matress and started to to push up over chris desperately wincing hole. After few times, Jays big hard black fuck stick found the hungry boy hole and slammed down into it in one stroke. Chris holet was so tight and grabbed Jays cock so toghtly. Jay continued to pull put then slam down all the way gradually faster and faster. Chris body started to get pulled up by the hole grabbing onto the mushroom head of Jay's cock as he pulled up and out of chris. Jay continental to bounce chris body under him with his cock for almost an hour and both of them were soaked with sweat. Jay was about to take a break when he started to feel the heat rising around his cock inside chris boy pussy. Jay pounder harder and harder and Chris pens sprayed thick white cum all over his face and hair. Jay felt the pussy muscles trying to milk his cock like a real whore and he also felt some got liquid coating his cock and oozing around his cock down to his balks. "Bitch u must be a real fuckING whore and love my cock. And ur pussy is so soaked wet with ur fucking pussy juice. Taste it." Jay pulled out of chris and squatied down til his cock met chris lips. Jay put a finger on each side of chris mouth and stretched it apart as he dipped his cock balls deep into chris wet throat. Chris pens stayed hard even after he came and kept on leaking cum and precum as Jay pumped his cock up and down. Jay pushed his cock back into chris wet boy pussy and gathered up the little boy into his arm and lifted him up on his cock. He then bounced him on and off of his cock while he made fun of how he's bouncing a ball of whore on his cock. Jay fucked up into chris with all his energy and right before he reached the point of no return, he through chris body off of his cock and saw it land on the matrest bouncing up anddown while his pens started to spray cum all over again. "Fuxking birch u came again?" Jay slapped chrid cheeks as he looked down into the eyes of his virgin prey of the day who was giving him the best boy pussy he's fucked so far. Jay saw fear and humiliation in chris eyes but the list and hunger, respect and adoration blanketed over them. "Bitch is natural born pussy boy " Jay said to himself as he spit on chris face and started to dip his body for the fucking round three.

Part 2. Chris tried to open his mouth as wide as he could before he put his lips around the head of Jay's big black cock while he held the smoke in his lung . But Jays cock had a big mushroom head and Chris ran out of breath before he got the whole head in his mouth and blew out the white cloud smoke before he could get it all in his mouth. Jay told Chris to stretch his jaw few times before he gave him the second hit. It helped Chris to stretch his mouth wider and second time his lips were wrapped around the underside of the mushroom when he exhaled the cloud. As the white cloud started to fade away, Chris looked up at Jays face for further instructions. Jay told Chris to stick his tongue out and saliva started pour out of chris's mouth and ran down the shaft of Jays cock. Jay told Chris to keep looking up at him as he grabbed Chris head with one hand and started to push it down to make Chris take more of his cock. At first Jay pushed Chris head gently as he urged Chris to take more of his cock with each push. Around half way, Jay felt chris' throat tightening around his cock to signal gag reflex and Jay used both of his hands to roughly push chris' head down to his crotch. Surprisingly Chris kept his teeth out of the way even during this assault of his throat and Jay was pleased by that. When Chris nose hit the thick wiry public hair, Jay kept him down there while Chris struggled to push and gagged on his cock. Jay felt the wet tight throat muscle squeezing ar poo under his shaft uncontrollably for few minutes but it stooped as Chris conditioned his throat to relax. Jay held Chris down for almost a minute before he let him go and watched Chris face all wet with tear, sweat, saliva and mucus. After Chris started to breath more regularly Jay fed him the third hit of the bong and told him to go all the way down before exhaling. Chris did just as he was told and Jay was surprised how quickly the boy was learning to deep throat his big cock. "Dann, u r such a good cock sucker. Are you sure you've never done it before, slut?" Jay started to tease Chris while he held his head down on the base of his cock. Chris felt his face burning with embarrassment but at the same time he felt somewhat proud that he learned to sick his first cock so fast. Jay let go of Chris head and told him to stay down and choke on his cock til he tells him to stop. Chris pulled back after few seconds and Jay slapped him hard couple of times. "Bitch, I told u to stay down til I tell u to stop." Chris felt humiliated and his whOle body felt hot. At first Chris thought it was from blushing but he started to feel different kind of heat all over his body like he's never felt before. As he choked himself on jays cock and kept pushing his own face on jays public hair, he felt light headed from combination of the drugs and the lack of air. Jay started walk backwards slowly and told Chris to keep his cock in his mouth. He led the young boy to crawl after his cock on his knees to the bedroom.

2. We spent a good long while in the club, my stepbrother and some of his friends eventually going off to dance somewhere, and I staying behind in the booth drinking what would turn out to be a few too many beers. Simon was with me almost all night and the more I drank the more I found my gaze drifting to his pale blue eyes. Sometime later Ryan returned and suggested that we all go back to his place for a few more beers. As the little party gathered their things and headed towards the door I felt Simon’s hand gently graze my ass as he past, my cock leapt. Back at Ryan’s place the drinks continued to flow and the guys stated to drop off steadily, and eventually I excused myself to the guest room I was staying in to turn in for the night. I stripped off my clothes and ran my hand down my tight furry abs to my semi stiff cock thinking about Simon. Never before had a guy effected me the way that he did, I fell onto the bed my cock now completely hard and started to jerk myself off my free hand roaming all over my body. I didn’t hear the door open, in fact I didn’t hear anything till in his thick South London accent Simon said, “Well that’s a much bigger cock then I would have guessed.” I scrambled to cover myself but as I was laying on top of the sheets there was nothing much I could do but try and his by rock hard eight and a half inched behind my hands. “Dunny try and hide it,” said Simon, “looks like you could use a hand in fact.” He clambered up onto the bed a wide wicked smile spreading across his face. I froze not knowing what to expect as Simon crawled up between my legs, pulled his shirt off over his head to expose his muscular dark haired torso, and swallowed my cock. No girl had ever sucked my cock like that, it was as if Simon had unhinged his jaw and swallowed my cock whole. I groaned and tried to mutter, “No, I’m straight,” but the words died in my mouth, instead I put my hands on the back of his head pulling him down onto my cock. My breathing had quickened and I was seconds away from cuming when Simon let my cock spring from his mouth. “You ever had a bloke suck your cock before?” “No, I’m… well… I’m straight,” I said lamely. “Doesn’t matter to me, what matters is if it felt good.” “It certainly did, I almost came just then.” “That’s why I stopped.” He shifted his weight slightly and shucked his jeans, now wearing only a pair of tiny brightly colored briefs. “You have an amazing cock,” he continued kissing my cock head, “and balls.” He drew first one nut and then the other into his mouth before sucking the both in. I rocked my hips forward giving him better access to my balls, my ass lifting slightly off the bed as I did so. In one swift motion before I really knew what was happening Ryan had my knees pressed into my chest and his slightly stubbly face buried in my hole, his tongue swirling around my virgin home. No one had ever eaten me out before and I moaned loudly. It had never occurred to me how amazing this could feel and Simon was certainly an expert at these things. His tongue flicked and darted of my hole sending bolts of electricity through my whole body as I relaxed into him. He pressed his tongue into me, lapping at my hole and slowly my hole began to open for him allowing his probing tongue inside. I gasped as my ass was penetrated for the first time by his tongue. Simon shifted around a bit, his mouth never leaving my hole and I could tell he was taking off his tight pants. Something new touched my ass; his hands spread my cheeks wide as he slid one finger next to his tongue and carefully slipped it inside of me. It was like nothing I had never felt before, and nothing like I had imagined it would feel like. He slowly penetrated my hole with his finger still lapping about the invading digit with his talented tongue. My cock was throbbing, and I felt hornier then I had in my entire life, loud lust filled moans escaped my mouth without me being conscious of doing it. “You’ll have all the lads in here you keep moaning like that,” Simon said taking his mouth off my hole for the first time in almost ten minutes. I was panting, sweat glistened on my chest, and precum dripped from my cock like a leaking faucet. “You ever sucked a cock before,” he asked, his finger still knuckle deep inside me. I shook my head no. “Why don’t you get mine down your throat then, least way it’ll keep you quiet.” He shifted so that his body was now over mine, his cock dangling over my mouth, my knees still bent into my chest and his finger still deep in my ass. I had never been this close to man’s cock before, although I had thought about it. His uncut, thick, veiny, still swelling cock hung before me a little glint of precum slipping from the slowly retracting foreskin. My mouth watered. Slowly I lifted my head and opened my mouth taking just the tip in. He tasted salty and sweet and I loved it. I opened wider and took more of his cock into my mouth. Simon slowly lowered his hips so that my head once again rested on the pillows but his cock was firmly lodged down my throat. I moaned around his cock as Simon’s mouth returned to my hole and he quickly prepped me for another thick finger. Only about half his cock would fit down my throat as it grew and Simon slowly fucked it in and out of my mouth occasionally making me gag. As he throat fucked me he worked two, then three, and then four fingers inside me hole. I was so horny I was practically fucking myself back onto his stretching fingers. After the fourth finger was in for a few moments he pulled them all out, pulled his cock from my mouth and spun around. He now lay on top of me, or noses almost touching, his body keeping my legs pinned to my chest, and his cock resting between my spit slicked cheeks. He rocked his hips to and fro a little rubbing his cock up and down my crack as he stared at me with those brilliant blue eyes. “You have the most amazing ass, and your hole is so fucking hairy,” he said, and then after a long time he looked right into my eyes and said, “I want to fuck you.” I had been so over whelmed by what had been happening I hadn’t even thought that this might be coming, but as soon as I heard the question I knew my answer. “I want you to fuck my virgin hole.” Simon needed no more permission then that; he lined up his cock head with my well fingered hole and pushed slightly. He kept a tight grip on my ankles as he did so. It hurt a little at first but then it changed and it was like the fingers. I felt him stretching me out, forcing my hole even wider as he slid deeper and deeper into me. Precum was poring from my cock, and lighting bolts of pleasure wrapped through me. “I’m half way in, how do you feel,” he asked. “Give me all of it.” There was none of the pain I had expected and now I longed to feel him fuck me. It took several more minutes before Simon’s considerable length was all pressed into my gut, and then several more minutes before we moved again. Once Simon was sure I was used to it he pulled back out again and pressed in faster, he did this several more times each time getting a little faster until there was no doubting that he was fucking me. I grunted with each stroke trying to keep quiet say Simon wrecked my hole. He shifted so that he was sitting up more, holding onto my hips for leverage he pounded his big fat cock into my virgin hole. “Fuck you’re tight, I’m not going to last long,” he said. I didn’t care though so long as he would make me feel like this again. “I’m gonna blow my load inside of you. Do you want that? You want my load?” “Yes cum inside me,” I said without thinking. The rhythmic thumping of flesh on flesh had replaced my heartbeat as the rhythm of my driving force and sweat pored off of each of us. “I’m so close,” he whispered, his face contorted with the effort to stave off orgasm for a few moments more, but it was too much. He slammed as deep into me as he could and fired off his load. I groaned much to loudly as I felt his hot seed spill into my guts, knowing in the back of my mind that I should be scared, that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I wanted it so badly. Simon shook a little as he came and then held still, his cock still inside of me for a long moment. Then he kissed me hard on the lips and pulled out of me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, Simon's cock nestled between my ass cheeks as if ready to leap back inside as soon as possible.

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.

I got an email yesterday afternoon from a hot black guy from Los Angeles, that has fucked me a number of times when he's been traveling here to Las Vegas. He said he had just arrived in town to visit family for Christmas. He was staying at his cousin's place. And that they both wanted to fuck me around 6pm when his cousin got home from work. I emailed back that I was interested and available. He gave me the address and told me to be there at 6pm. This black guy is one hot top. His name is Dwayne. I first met him through a Craigslist ad about 2 years ago. He comes to Las Vegas every couple of months and has fucked me about a dozen times in the past 2 years. So, I was eager to take his dick and his load again. I didn't even ask anything about his cousin. I just figured any additional black dick would be fun. All I knew about the cousin, was that his name was Bernard. And he worked security for one of the big hotel's on the Strip. I arrived at Bernard's condo a few minutes early. Dwayne opened the door. Gorgeous as always. 6'2'', 240 and muscular. Sporting a short goatee and a day's growth of stubble on the rest of his face. Handsome as hell. He was wearing a basketball shorts and a wife-beater tee shirt, which showed off his muscled arms perfectly. He invited me in. As I stepped into the living room, I could see another black dude sitting on the sofa. He glanced up at me, giving me the "once over". "This is my cousin's friend, Morris. I hope you wouldn't mind if he joined us?" Dwayne asked? "Yeah. I'm cool with that." I said. Morris is about 5'10", 200 and also very muscular. Where Dwayne has a light chocolate complexion, Morris has very, very dark, black skin. So black, that it almost shined. Not exactly handsome. But, his muscular build was very appealing. "My cousin just texted me that he's just a few minutes away. He wants us to get started". "Ok, cool", I said, as I followed Dwayne back to one of the bedrooms. The room was dark. We all three stripped naked. And I dropped to my knees to suck on Dwayne's cock. As I sucked, Dwayne's cock grew to it's full 9"s. Even though the room was nearly pitch dark, I could see Morris standing next to us. His cock already hard, stroking it just inches from my face. I turned my head and sucked on Morris's cock. It was just as long as Dwayne's. But even thicker. "Get on your knees on the bed, Bitch", Dwayne said to me. I did as I was told and knelt on the edge of the king size bed that filled the room. I was already prepared with my brown bottle of poppers in my hand. Knowing that Dwayne likes to immediately "get down to business", I took some deep hits of poppers to prepare me for his dick to quickly slide into me. Instead, I felt Morris put his face against my ass and lick my hole. I could tell it was Morris, because the face was smooth shaven, like his. Morris was an expert ass eater. He spread my ass cheeks and slid his tongue deep up into my hole. He had me moaning and squirming as he kissed and licked my fuck hole. He'd spit on my hole, then slide the spit up inside me with his tongue. I continued to sniff on my poppers as Morris rimmed my ass. Soon, Morris's tongue was replaced by his cock. He slipped up into me in one slow thrust. Then he grabbed me around the waist and began to pump. "Good Bitch", I heard Dwayne say. "How does his ass feel?", Dwayne asked Morris. "Nice and silky hole", Morris replied. Soon I heard someone else enter the room. "How's the hole?" I heard the strange voice ask, as I heard shoes being kicked off and clothes being discarded. "Morris is liking it, Cuz", Dwayne chuckled. "Slide up into it, yourself, Dwayne said. "Naaaah, You fuck him for a bit. He's going to need to be stretched out before he can take my dick". his cousin laughed. Morris pulled out of me and I felt the familiar cock of Dwayne slide easily up inside me. Dwayne immediately began to pound me hard and deep. I felt someone climb onto the bed in front of me. There was just enough light to be able to see that it was Bernard. He was even taller than his cousin. Bernard had to be at least 6'4", Muscular, but very thin. But the dick he put to my lips was anything BUT thin. Bernard was already. His cock had to be at least 9" or 9 1/2" long. And extremely thick. His cockhead was like a huge mushroom. And covered with foreskin. I sucked on his foreskin as Dwayne continued to pound my ass. "I've got 2 more buddies coming over. Can you handle it, Bitch?" Bernard said to me. "Uh, huh" I grunted as Bernard's cock slid past my lips and down my throat. I had 2 BBC's fucking both my holes. "I thought you wouldn't mind", Bernard said. "Dwayne told me you were a hungry pig". he laughed. Dwayne pulled out and Morris slid back into me. Morris was really pounding me, this time. He slapped my ass a few times as his cock slammed into me. Soon, Bernard pulled out of my mouth and said, "Ready or not, here I come". He climbed off the bed and walked behind me. Morris pulled out and I felt cold lube being dribbled onto my hole. I heard more lube being squeezed out and Morris was lubing up his cock. Morris's thick mushroom cockhead was soon pressing against my hole. I opened my poppers and took a couple of deep drags on it. I knew I was going to need help taking this big one. Morris soon pushed hard and his cock plopped up inside me. It hurt a bit. But I wanted it badly. I kept sniffing the poppers as he slid balls deep into me. He immediately began to pump deeply in me. "Nice pussy", Bernard said as he fucked me. A few minutes later I heard a couple of more guys enter the room. Once again, I heard shoes being kicked off and clothes being discarded. After a few minutes of Bernard's cock fucking me, he slid out and another cock took it's place. For more than an hour, 5 BBC's took turns filling my ass. When the first guy came inside me, he pulled out and Morris put his mouth up to my asshole, licking the cum that was dripping from my hole. Morris was one hot ass eater. He'd get his tongue deep, up inside me. Taking as much of the other guys cum as he could eat. Then another cock slid into me. Once he came, Morris again ate the load from my hole. Dwayne's familiar cock put the third load in my ass. Morris again licked up the remnants. Then Morris took his turn, fucking me, until he planted his load in me. Then eating his own load that was leaking from my hole with all the other loads. Bernard was the last to seed me. Bernard again sipped into me and fucked me with no mercy. His thrusts were so hard, that it would knock the breath out of me. I would grunt with each of his thrusts. Finally, after about 10 minutes of his assault on my ass, I heard him groan and unload his balls in my hole. As soon as Bernard pulled out, Morris again licked what he could from my ass. As much as I loved it, and I did, love it. I was glad for it to be over. My ass was sore and raw. I climbed off the bed as Bernard handed me a few tissues. I wiped my ass with the tissues, then put the tissues to my nose. I wanted to smell the beautiful aroma of their cum. We all dressed in the dark. Then as we entered the living room I caught the first good look at Bernard and his two buddies. I had 5 loads of cum inside me from those 5 black studs. I was in heaven. I thanked them all and told them I would love to take their loads at any time. Dwayne told me he'd be in Vegas until after New Year's. I told them I wanted to do it again. I sure hope we can make it happen. It was one of the best times I've had in bed, in a long time.

In another thread where poptronic discussed "performance issues" as a top and I suggested that he bottom, he answers: Why are there so many bottoms when in the straight world men do anything to fuck a pussy. It should be full of horny tops looking for a hole to fuck. But that's not the way it is. Every sauna, every sex club, packed with bottoms.

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Yeah, I wish more gay porn was like straight porn: i.e. in straight porn, often the guys don't pull out, they shoot their load internally THEN pull out and then the woman pushes it out of her cunt. Totally hot. BB gay porn should take a page outta that book.

Thank god for Craigslist. Just took an anonymous married guy's load. :-) SEXY as fuck black guy with a HUGE cock.

I walk steve back to his hut and make him text jeff that he will have to be at my house tonight. I also take his stool and set it behind the gaurd house to make him have to kneel for the rest of his shift. As i expect i get a call from jeff as i am getting back in my truck. "Hey jeff...yeah man, i was showing him my new toy and he was having problems obeying and remembering his place...i know hes ur only boy...jeff, steve is mine tonight or u will be moving out of Iron Gate Farms. I thought u would see it my way. Now he has been fucking without your permission so i expect u to punish him when he gets home and have him to my house in uniform at 7. Johnny and his boys should be getting in town about then...Yes i remember how they ripped poor jacobs hole. He still is the best screamer. Steve will be fine, my new boy will be the focus." You are terrified trying to process all of this. What the fuck is all of this. You are trying to rack ur brain to think if u know where this neighborhood is. At the same time ur ass is slowly leaking a steady line of fluid from ur ass. It feels warm and cold, dirty, yet exciting. Your mind is processing the fact that u have had 3 large loads pumped into ur almost virgin ass in the last few hours and suddenly had a sick urge for more. But thats not u. U want freedom. U want ur life back. But somewhere in the back of ur mind there is a security u feel in being locked up and scared. Finally we pull into a drive and stop. I reach back and pull ur blindfold off just in time for u to see the garage door coming down. "One more shot before we go into the house. I dont need u freaking out in there." I pour one more shot of pure hrain alcohol in ur gag and watch u choke it down. Then i pop rhe hatch and remove ur locks to get u out of the sling. I dump u out into the back of the truck onto ur knees. "Now ur pathetic hole has leaked on my all weather mat. Clean that up with ur tounge and then u may come in the house." As i am saying this the door to the house opens and out walks a guy. He looks to be about 5'4", high and tight blonde hair cut, well built guy, looks like a former gymnast that doesn't get to work out as much as he used to. He is wearing wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, a collar, and what looks like a metal cage over his cock. "Blake meet ur new brother. He is to clean the mess he left in the truck and then come inside. If he resits or tries to run, hurt him. And he may need to be walked. I need a piss and then put my rings in. I may shower too." Instinctively blake goes to his knees and fishes my cock out and lays it on his tounge. I then start to let loose a stream of my piss as he then engulfs the head of my cock so he can swallow every drop. Its a huge piss and i see blakes eyes start to water as he needs to breathe but i know he won't stop swallowing or breath till i let him. Lucky for him the tears start to get me hard so my stream slows. I let the last little bit flow into his mouth in squirts and let him go. He gasps for air and bends over. I reach down and mess his hair. "Good boy, now help ur brother, and make sure the first belch is a sealed one with ur new brother." Blake stands and moves to u where u are still watching in shock, fear, and excitment. He reaches for ur head and kisses u deep. U can taste my piss on his tounge and it disgusts u but blake is strong. And then he belches right into ur mouth. U are totally disgusted. Any excitment or thrill u were having is gone. Blake still attached to your face reaches behind and puts on of his thick little rough fingers in ur hole, before.u can help it u gasp, sucking in all of that warm piss breath and then moan at the pleasure of feeling used. Once i am gone he puts u to task licking up the cum and blood off the mat. You plead with him. Hoping he is nicer and understands ur predicament, but he just directs u what to do and wear to lick by pointing his finger in ur ass as he tells and repeats to you wear to lick. Finally he then walks u into the house.

Wow I hope I can find a book store in Queens, NY and get my virgin ass bred!!!

in Tower Hotel, Tower Hill London Room 646, cunt up, face down looking to take as many toxic loads as i can. dump & go, here for the next couple of hours and need to be bred by any cock and any load. film me, photo me, don't care...just breed me

I'd love to try some sounds.

Tonight was one of those nights where I was so horny and ready to dump a load I couldn't stop cumming up my boy's arse. As usual, we started by meeting at the cruising place, and then driving the car up a lane I know well. It was cold but I love fucking outside. My lad was around 25/26, and while I would say he was not thin, I also wouldn't say he was overweight. He definitely, however had a nice tight bubble butt. I was wearing my half chaps and leather jock, but instead of diving right into his ass I decided to begin with a little foreplay, as as he likes his nipples tweaked I started there, before moving on to his arse. Within a short period of time he clearly wanted my cock up his arse. There was no real problem getting into him, although he was somewhat tight, but in any event once I was up there I found his hole quite moist. I began with a few rhythmic thrusts in and out before launching into a full-fledged pounding session. I didn't want to cum quickly so I savoured some precum, put it on my finger put it round his hole. By this time my cock was bulging, ready to breed, and so my load went up his hole. I hadn't felt pleasure like that in quite a while. I unloaded some much cum in his arse that there was a lot of leakage, but I didn't care as my load would be useful later that night. We'll see what Sunday brings. If it is only half as good as tonight's session I shall be a lucky top.

Agreed! I think I initially let guys fuck me because I was super naive & thought condoms were just to prevent pregnancy. But once I started feeling those loads in my hole... damn. & the opposite, once I had felt my dick in asses with & without condoms, I knew I'd never push a man to reduce his pleasure by putting on a condom before he fucks me. Nowadays, a condom is the only thing that will make me pull away from a top, unless he's truly doing it for a bit just to make me suffer more.

Hey ... thanks for the follow xx

I would have said fag until fairly recently, but ave got much more deeply into objectification and extreme dehumanisation

Thanks for the follow man

Married bareback top here and I'm not necessarily sex starved but I have a higher than average libido so I fuck men in order to drain my balls. I prefer fuck and go scenarios so I fuck blow a load, get back to work and then fuck another one in a few hours.

If a guy has his cock in my ass, it's going to be bareback for one and two he has every right to cum anywhere he wants. He doesn't need to ask. He is the top. Why in the hell would a bottom get to decide if someone comes in our ass? Tops don't need to ask. Tops should cum wherever they damn well please. no questions asked.

"Hang in there, baby" Jeffrey Lewinsky grew up in Cleveland, Ohio. A second cousin to Monica Lewinsky, a public figure that summer. He shared a paternal Lithuania Jew grandfather with her. His material grandfather was an atheist and a Scotsman who lived, after his wife died, with him, his brother and his parents. He loved his grandfather. The old man used to regale him with ribald stories of the old country, the lads and lasses, the haystacks and kilts flying in the wind. When his grandfather passed away Simon was eight, he was sadder than anyone in the family, and suddenly we wanted to entertain everyone with stories he made up. When people ignored his antics he became sad again. His parents were concerned and took him to a shrink, where he was diagnosed, after weeks of counselling, as a manic-depressive. Later in college reassigned to be bipolar. Meds helped. He studied drama at Carnegie-Melon and received his Bachelor of Arts there. Circus arts he excelled in. He was agile, worked out obsessively, was wicked with a whip. Advised by a New York agent that said he would take him on if only he would think about changing his name. Jeffrey Lewinsky would limit him to Jewish roles. He thought that was stupid, so sitting in a Duncan Doughnuts reading an article in the Times about John McCain, he decided to take on the new name. He adopted his grandfather's brogue, just a lilt of it, and practiced the new identity with ribald stories of the old county. Looking at Joey who was starting to come to, he realized this new name and identity was two years ago this month, the same time he'd been off his meds. Joey coughed, focused on him, blinked. He rubbed his neck with his free hand, rattled his other cuffed hand, rasped, "What the fuck?" Duncan shrugged his shoulders innocently. "I bet it was the best orgasm you ever had." "Uh-so what if it was? What the fuck, Duncan?" He rattle his handcuff again. "Key. Not funny. I'm getting dressed and out of here." Never one to apologize, Duncan insisted this is simply who he is. He was hard wired this way, and it's how he shows someone he liked them. "Hey! Jeffrey Dahmer, ever hear of flowers and a card? Jesus, asshole, you could have really killed me. And fucking unlock this. And what happened to your accent?" "That's for fun, just like breath play—pretty common really: erotic asphyxiation, asphyxiaphilia—just like a lot of other things I like. And I like you. A lot. And that could be a problem. Well, we could call all this off right now, no harm, only a little foul. Wave goodbye to a ton of money and a beautiful life together." "And you came in me. I remember. The rubber broke." Joey was beginning to get anxious. No, that was too simple. He didn't want to show it but aside from being nervous, cuffed to a metal headboard, he was crushed. Duncan had betrayed him. "Fuck, man, did you also put something in my drink?" "Well, technically, Mr. X put something in your drink, but yeah, I came in you. Twice. While you were out the second time. It's another one of my things. "You fucking fuck!" He put his hands to his head, trying to take this all in. He was naked in a ratty room with paint chips peeling off the ceiling, barebacked by a guy he really liked, choked to the point of passing out, and now the fuck was treating it like a joke? "I couldn't help myself—you were irresistibly fuckable, or fucking irresistible." Duncan laid his hand on his captive's belly. Joey slapped it away with a get-the-fuck-out look, but his body betrayed him. As they were talking Duncan saw before Joey did that Joey had an erection. Sitting on the bed, Duncan gave a small bowed. "And the court rests, Your Honor." "I'm done. This isn't a joke. My clothes. Key." Mr. X knocked, and barged through the door carrying a red leather case. "The anarchist is awake. Good. How is he?" "I'm afraid he's not too happy." "Maybe I have something to make him happy again." He unzipped the case displaying two capped riggs, ready and loaded. Joey sprung to his feet but found himself on a short leased. He yelled for help but was covered over by the deep bass beats and the noise from the Friday night crowd downstairs. Mr. X took the precaution of closing the window, while Duncan struggled with the teen to pin him down on the bed. Joey became a wild animal trapped by his arm. He swung and connected some blows to Duncan, but the man withstood them like he was taking the swats of a small, naughty kitten. With his body weight he felled the boy easily and held him to the bed. "Your going to lose this match, lad, and I don't want to hurt you—not until you want me to. And I do want to." He crushed the boy until all appendages, one by one, couldn't move. Mr. X was busy at the foot of the bed with rope securing first one leg, then the other. Joey's uncuffed arm was tightly secured to the bottom of the bed, crook of the arm up. Mr. X put a tourniquet around Joey's bicep, found a large protruding vein, wiped it with a swab, sat on his hand, and stuck him with the needle. It registered, and he plunged this liquid swiftly into the struggle boy. Duncan eased up on him but still knelt over his torso. Mr. X release the boy's bicep and arm, and Duncan raised the arm in the air. Joey coughed and then lobbed his head side to side. "Oh shit," was all he said. Duncan offered up his own arm to Mr. X. No trouble find a vein there. He picked a juicy one, registered and slammed Duncan. "Come down when your ready. Your things are in my room. Don't dress the boy," Mr. X said gathering his things. Duncan was finding it difficult to talk. He got out one question. "Cat?" "It's hanging on the door. Try not to be too long." As he exited, he said, "We've got good house." Duncan felt Joey's erection rubbing his hole. He slathered lube on the boy's pole and applied some lube on his hole. "Here's a first, boy-o," and punctured his hole with Joey's rod. Joey let out an enraptured sigh. Almost simultaneously, so did Duncan. He rode the boy for a good, long time, while he and Joey exchanged cries of contentment feeling the height of the rush going through them. It looked like this wasn't the kid's first time with meth. He rocked and slid the boy's long member in and out and side to side. Anything he did, both he and Joey extracted delight. He tweaked the boy's small tits, and with eyes closed Joey did the same to Duncan. The boy reached down and jerked Duncan's cock. Duncan poured lube on it and Joey took up a rhythm similar to him fucking Duncan. "I'm going to cum," Joey gasped. "Wait," said Duncan slowing down the motion. He didn't stop, it felt too good, but he wanted the boy heightened not spent. "I could love you," Duncan admitted, hypnotized by the boy's young spear deep inside him. "I want to love you and have you love me." He took Joey's cock to it's head and slowly descended down on it, making it last as long as he could. Joey groaned yes. "Then let me hurt you. I'll hurt you so good, that's all you'll ever want anymore." Joey groaned yes again. "Like this torture, we'll never be closer. You'll be loved and I'll be loved. We'll be loved. You'll see." He let Joey slip out of him. Joey sighed like he was about to cry. He bent over the lad and lay his body on top of his and kissed his face; kissed his eye; kissed a cheek; kissed an earlobe. He whispered he wanted him to understand the allure of pain like he did, the sweet surrender to it. He would be there and never let him go. Duncan uncuffed him, rolled Joey over face down on the bed, his head in the pillow. He took his member and pushed it into the boy's waiting butt. "Remember I love you. Say it to yourself like you would say it to me." Duncan saw Joey mouthing the words." He rolled off Josey, got up and took the cat off the doorknob. He brushed it gently over Joey's back. He pick up the instrument and let the ends fall over the young man's slender torso. He picked it up once more, and this time flung it with a small amount of force. Joey hissed and Duncan brought the cat back to run up and down his spine again. Duncan slowly got the boy used the sensation, sometimes roughly, other times gently. Joey's hisses and murmur became interchangeable. With the increasing harder lashes, Joey started thanking Duncan into his pillow. This Duncan permitted to lash him more often. A Thank You Sir also increased the number of harsher lashes with less and less gentler ones. Soon all Duncan gave Joey were severe, though not yet violent, strikes. The boy bravely faced Duncan whip until Duncan felt Joey was ready. He didn't want him rehearsed, merely slightly prepared. He praised Joey, kissed his face, told him how beautiful he was. Only he knew how rare and precious Joey was. Joey was his, if only he'd agree. Duncan rose him off the bed. He hugged Joey tenderly, stroking his hair, kissed him deeply, lightly stroking his back. The latter was painful for Joey but he endured, kissing Duncan at those times the most deeply. They staggered to Mr. X's room where Duncan found a pair of chaps and a studded codpiece. He found two executioner's masks and put one on. The other was for Joey once in the dungeon. They made their way down to the bar. Through the bar the naked boy elicited hoops and cheers. Not just a few hands ran over his naked figure. As in a dream Joey smiled all around at the adoring crowd groped and fondled him as Duncan led him through the mass of bodies. He warmed to the men's adulation, their clutching hands, their praise. Next to the bathroom was a guarded door. A man the size of Duncan let them through to the staircase that led below. Duncan guided Joey's shoulders down to the dungeon. The stairs had a landing that splintered off in several directions. By going straight and down a few more steps, they ended in a spacious room with a single spotlight in the middle and a hook. Off to the sides was a rack of buttplugs like a rack of weights increasing in size. Across the room was another similar rack of dildoes also of increasing size. A fuckbench and a sling were also waiting in the shadows. There were men in the dark corners that Joey was aware of but didn't pay heed. Duncan had him. It was all he cared about. He kissed Duncan's shoulder. Duncan stopped in the light and flexed his bicep, then lifted his pit for Joey. Joey worshiped it, taking his time exploring the curls and swirls of Duncan hair, his tendons and sucking on his sweat. Mr. X came out of the shadow, camera in hand. Again, Joey paid no attention, his entire focus was on Duncan. Duncan pushed the boy's head down. Joey mouthed over his bare chest, nursed his nipples, then was pushed lower to Duncan's studded crotch. Joey brushed his cheek against it and lowered himself to the floor. There, he licked his Master's foot. Holding the boy's head, the Master raised this foot. The boy held it and worshiped it as if it were a sacred object. He sucked the toes, licked the dirty bottoms of the heal and arch. Lowered one foot and repeated the worship of the other. Duncan unsnapped his codpiece and his soft meat flopped out. Joey inhaled it, swallowed it to the hilt and gradually grew it with the slime of his mouth until it was fully grown. He licked his Master's balls, cupping them and bathing them with his tongue. He lowered and tilted his head so he disappeared between his Master's legs to attend to his holy ass. Mr. X swung the camera behind and illuminated the puckered hole the boy was attending with his mouth, the entrance of the deity by his tongue. Finally his Master raised him up. It was time. Joey was covered with a mask. It covered his scalp, eyes and cheeks, leaving only the nose and mouth exposed. Mr. X held up a rubber bit to place in the boy's mouth. The Master put it in his mouth and latched the back. The Master took his time with elaborate knots, first binding the boy's arms in front of him, then looping additional ropes to hoist him to the ceiling. The boy's feel dangled several inches about the floor. Now the boy's height matched his Master's. He spoke directly, quietly in his boy's ear. He stroked his body until the boy had a firm erection. Like a magician's assistant, Mr. X brought instruments out of the shadows. First a riding crop and a cap of amyl. Duncan broke the cap under the boy's noise and then inhaled it himself. He took the crop and rapidly slapped the boy's buttocks and back. He spun him around and repeated the same intense slapping to his chest and groin. When he stopped the boy shouted, clearly, even through the bit, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Duncan once again, harder this time, slapped Joey, intent on making him cringe from the crop. Joey didn't break, took every blow. When Duncan stopped, Joey once again shouted, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Duncan raised Joey's hard member exposing his hanging balls. Duncan took the crop and whipped the balls with a hard slap. This made Joey buckle under. "Sir, thank you, Sir!" still came out of his mouth. Duncan then held a firm grip of Joey's slender dick, making the head hard, and started giving the head small repetitive slaps back and forth, increasing in intensity, until once again Joey broke in half to escape the pain. Yet again he shouted, once composed, "Sir, thank you, Sir!" Mr. X brought out a large whip with multiple strands ending in small knots. Much larger than the cat upstairs, there was nothing gentle it could produce. Duncan brought it up to the boy's chest and let him feel it against his skin. Duncan brought his mouth to the boy and kissed him tenderly. Tilted back Joey's face, mouth agape, and spat in it. "Sir, thank you, Sir!" was Joey's reply. The boy had lost his hardon but a few flicks of the whip's tails brought it back alive. Mr. X bought over two caps of amyl. Duncan snapped one under Joey's nose letting him breath deep for a long time, then broke his and breathed in the chemical. He stepped back and brought the whip down hard against the ground. He then raised it and let one lashing after another lose on Joey. First from the right, then from the left, repeating back and forth without a break. Finally, Joey cried out in agony. Still Duncan didn't stop as the boy yelled but did not ask for mercy. He spun the boy again to expose his chest and genitals. He did not hit him with as great of an intensity but kept the lashings going far longer after the boy initially broke. The lad was in tears when Duncan stopped. "Sir," the boy cried, trying to catch his breath, "Thank you, Sir!" he spat out, a long trail of saliva running to the ground. Both he and Joey were glazed in sweat. The camera examined Duncan unblinking while the whipped meat spun in the background. Then the camera focused on the body. Red gashes, red welts, spun around in a dreadful carousel. Duncan stopped the spinning and held the boy who's head dropped onto Duncan's chest. He felt Joey's hushed sobs. He comforted him, giving him words of compassion, telling him it was almost over, they'd soon be done. That he loved him for this. That he proved he belonged to Duncan's. The crying stopped and Mr. X brought the Master a long Australian single tale whip, a gift from one of the richest men in the world, and three amyl caps. Duncan broke the first cap under Joey's nose letting him have as much time as he needed. He then broke the other one under his nose, absorbing it for a while then rejecting it to the floor. He broke the last cap under Joey's nose whispering in his ear. He again threw the cap on the floor and took steps far back from his object. He cracked the whip several times overhead. In the corners, the men murmured in dread and excitement. The Master saw the object tremble which aroused a full erection. A vein pulsed on Duncan's temple. He cracked the whip again and sliced it through the silent air striking his target. Joey let out a piercing howl of agony. His body swaying the from the impact from the lash. A thin stripe of blood flowed off his back. "No! Please, Sir, no!" he cried. Sweat ran into Duncan eyes. He wiped it out, cracked the whip twice more in the air and tore the whip back in the other direction, ripping another stripe of flesh off the boy. It left a bloody X on the boy's back. Joey screamed in anguish, beg him to stop. "More?" shouted Duncan to the dark figures in the corners. "More! More!" they shouted back. Duncan doled out one, two, three, four lashes in a row. Five, six, a seventh. Joey shrieked in torment. "More!" demanded the invisible wraiths. Duncan heaved his chest, threw his arms open, and flailed the whip twice more with a thunderous crack that silenced the house. The spinning object swung silent from side to side. Duncan walked up to it, saw the stripes of blood running down the back he destroyed, felt it trembling without a word. He untied the rope from the ceiling, lower its feet to the ground but did not release it. He kicked its legs apart and began fucking it as it trembled in his arm. Its weeping made him harder. He made obscene motions of domination, bent it over, smacked its ass several times with the grip of the whip, spanked it as if it was a horse he was riding. He called for the bench. He fucked dispassionately as he undid his final knots. The fuckbench was brought to him. He bent the boy, positioned his arm and legs in place, then locked him there. He reinserted himself, and madly pounded to fuckhole, tearing off Joey's mask and grabbing a fistful of hair to propel himself into the boy's exposed ass, grimacing with every thrust. The boy was silent, in shock, head bent when released, broken. Mr. X was examining the wreckage, Joey's bloody back, the bruises on his arms and legs, his face immobile, streaked with tears. His eyes vacant. Duncan possessed erupted in orgasm, letting some of his cum fly over Joey's back, the rest depositing inside. A final indignantly. He pissed over the boy, rounded over to his face, opened his slack mouth, let a stream fill up there, pissed in a nostril, causing an unconscious quivering and peeing on the floor. Duncan then went back to the broken boy's ass and filled him with his waste till he was done. Mr. .X offered him a large buttplug and Duncan sealed his boy. The men in the darkness applauded wildly. The darkened room rose dimly as the carnival barker, Mr. X shouted, "Step right up, pony rides, ten bucks apiece. Feel the most tenderized piece of prime New York beef this side of Coney Island." The men felt up the wreckage and then waited their turn. Mr. X brought in three hundred cash off Joey's spent carcass over the course of the night. He also had the raw footage for a decent video that he would put into circulation once the performers were paid off. Joey didn't remember anything past the fourth single-tail whip. The pain, however, never left him; it was there, in the darkness with him, sealed in his unconscious, each inflicted gash was relived repeatedly once he passed out, etched itself into him like a tattoo on his brain, permanently branding for what he now was. The scars of the anonymous men who fucked him, he would never recall them either, though one left their imprint on him, too. With the haunting memory of that darkness engulfing him, he awoke in Duncan's apartment. Bright, sunny, the fragrant wisp of the sea fluttered the bedroom curtains. An unseen bee buzzed around a vase of purple lilacs on the nightstand next to him; a card with a kitten hanging from the end of a rope, "Hang in there, baby" it read, propped open in front of him—his flowers and a card. Tears welled in his eyes. Weighed under the vase, a large stack of hundreds ruffled in the breeze. Duncan lay behind him gently rubbing salve into his wounds. His touch was torture and yet soothing. Duncan kissed his ear. ***

FT. LAUDERDALE - Went to 321 Slammers Saturday night. There was a big black-out party at the Club Ft. Lauderdale which I believe shrunk the Slammer crowd and for sure took away all the young guys away from Slammer. Nevertheless, my favorite cumdump was there and I fucked him so many times thru the gloryholes it wasn't funny. There are 3 gloryhole booths. He and I would hang out and wait for a dude to go into one of the end booths. The cumdump would then go into the middle booth and I'd take the other end booth. I would watch him work thru the gloryhole. He sucks their cocks and then eventually gets their bare dicks in his ass. They fuck him and normally cum in him within 5 minutes. Then he turns around and slides onto my cock. I love freshly bred holes! If I'm lucky he'll take my dick for a few minutes and in the meantime a new top has entered the other end booth. He's swap over to ride that top's cock and take his load before returning to my cock. I bet we did this 7 or 8 times. I know he had at least 10 loads by the time I left. He's a totally whore and sexy! I love that place most nights!! Headed to Columbus, OH Monday night

The beautiful thing is we need each other top or bottom. Let's hope there is always enough of both to go around.

Here's me and dad's story: we started when I was 18 he 36. He had just got out of prison. Armed robbery. Did 6 years. Went in pretty straight but...ya know. said the first cock he sucked was his cell mate, this tatted Nazi biker dude. After a few months he was hooked. Anyway when he got home, I was eager to reconnect. The prison was far from home and we only saw him a few times a year .I kinda knew I wasn't into girls but I didn't know for certain what I was. I just knew I was fascinated by his muscles and prison tats. One Saturday my mom went shopping, And I guess he thought that I gone with her, Cause I was hanging out in my room when i started to hear porn playing in the living room. But I didnt hear any females. So I quietly tip toe in and he's on the couch naked, jerking it to some old school gay VHS (this was 1997 after all). but uh, he saw me after a couple minutes of me staring at his cock and was like "get over here you little fag, I always knew you was queer." and just like that I was sucking dads cock. I had sucked others before but i had never been more turned on than just then. My dad was the one I first penetrated and was penetrated by. Oddly I fucked him before he fucked me. When we gets all spun he turns into a huge bottom. But I remember the first time (it was about 2 weeks intp it all) he shot me up with meth , gave me poppers and i was more than ready. Legs in the air and hole hungry for daddy's cock and cum. Didnt even hurt, it was liie something was finally there that had been missing my whole life. and when he came, just railing into me like a machine, but still kissing my neck, and as he came i could feel it filling me and he pushed in balls deep and held it there and whispered "Il love you son." And we actually both teared up a little bit, because before it had just been raw animal lust. But jsut then it was real, intimate. We had not really realized up until that moment how much we had missed one another. Click here to Reply or Forward

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Part 3 I laid on the cabin floor in a pool of piss. I curled up in the fetal position, full of shame at what had just happened. Shame at having been raped by another man. But mostly shame because I had to admit I liked it. My cunt, as Mr. Jackson had called it, burned and throbbed, yet felt strangely empty. I found myself wishing there was still something up there. Gingerly, I reached back and felt how wet it was. I put a finger up in me, enjoying the feeling. ZAP!!! My body jerked and twitched as a powerful jolt shot through me. "I didn't tell you to touch yourself boy!" Mr. Jackson yelled at me. "Keep your hands away from your hole! And lick up that piss!" I layed there not sure if he was serious When, ZAP! Another jolt told me he was. I got on my hands and knees and started to lap up the now cold piss, doing my best to avoid another jolt. I licked and sucked the wooden floor until I had cleaned up all I could. Mr. Jackson smiled down at me. "That's a good slut, training you is going to be a cinch. Just think what your parents would say if they could see their son licking up piss from the dirty floor." My cheeks flushed with shame as I finished this humiliating task. When I had finished, Mr. Jackson told me to kneel in the corner until further instructions. I did as told and remained there on my knees for almost an hour, the pain increasing, but somehow also arousing me. My cunt continued to ache, still wanting more in it. Eventually I heard a vehicle pull up outside, and Mr. Jackson opened the door. I knew enough not to dare turn and look, but I could hear three new voices. My heart started racing from embarrassment at these strangers seeing me like this. Mr. Jackson just grabbed my collar and dragged me to the middle of the room. "Here he is boy's! Our fresh little Jesus bitch, ready to become the whore he should be!" The men, all black, laughed as they looked down on my pathetic being. "How much did you give him?" one guy asked. "Just .3 to start. I've got a .5 ready to go." "We'll no use in waiting!" Another guy said as he knelt behind me, wrapping his arm around my neck, holding me tight. Mr. Jackson grabbed my arm and tied it off again. "Please no," I whimpered. "Shut up boy!" Mr. Jackson ordered while the other man silenced me with his hand over my mouth. "I told you I own you now! I am your Master, your pimp, your new god. You will do as I want!" With that he stuck the needle in my arm and pushed the plunger, releasing the band. My body went rigid as I coughed and coughed and the devil's fire rocked through my soul. I hadn't even noticed the men had stripped, all I knew was the guy behind me grabbed my ankles, forcing them behind my head. Another guy spit on his cock and placed the tip at my opening. Without a warning he slammed his big cock all the way up my burning cunt in one hard thrust. I screamed as he buried himself as deep as he could. Fresh tears streamed down my face as he plowed in and out of my hole, pounding me as hard as he could. "Fuck yea!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "Bust that cunt up! Fuck that Jesus boy hard! Make him pay for his sins!" I just continued to cry as the assault on my ass continued. "We'll make a good whore out of him!" The man fucked me in that position for 15 minutes before he bellowed and filled my guts with the second load of my life, burying his cock as deep as he could. Pulling out, he flipped me over onto my belly as the next guy slammed his cock deep in me. My mouth opened as I gasped and the first guy grabbed my hair and shoved his dirty cock in my mouth to clean off. The rest of the evening was a blur. I was brutally fucked over and over by the 4 men. At some point I started to enjoy it and was begging for a cock in me whenever one pulled out. Mr. Jackson just laughed at me. "See, I told you that you were a whore!" "Yes Sir." I answered as another load of cum was pumped deep in me.

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(Interlude: Frederico) I got called up by my fuckbuddy David to entertain some snobby top guy at his house tonight. I met David, John and Jorge a couple of years ago when I was on vacation down in a nude resort. I was only 23 at the time, incredibly shy, safe-sex only. At first we only chatted it up, went out to dinner a few times, just kind of got to know and like the guys personality-wise. Then I remember walking out of my room one day to see this young guy about my age bouncing on David's cock in the patio area. Turned on I walked around and was shocked to notice that there was no condom between them. While I stared wide-eyed, John came up from behind and started to message my shoulders and before I knew it I was bent over a patio chair taking loads from a string of guys whose faces I couldn't see. It was the hottest afternoon of my life. In particular I remember David walking up to me as I was bent over and kissing me, soothing me, making it feel like it was all going to be okay. I wouldn't say either of us fell in love or any of that other cliche crap, but we did form a bit of a bond that day that has persisted. We still call each other up from time to time, and I like topping him as much as taking his dick, which he doesn't get as much of as he needs. And while I'm probably way too young to be counted as one of their "daddy club" members, I consider myself an honorary accessory to many of their conquests. You see, each of the men is actually quite different once you get to know them. For John, it's all about straight-up domination. Twink is coming down off drugs and isn't in the mood to get fucked? Fill him up with more drugs and fuck him. Problem, solution. For Jorge it's all some sort of elaborate seduction. He likes his conquests to fall in love with him, then make them realize that what they loved was the freedom and the sexual liberty he gave them. But David is different. For David, he views it as kind of a transformation of a boy into what he truly is. He particularly loves taking stuck up, deeply repressed boys and turning them into the cock- and ass- craving men they were meant to be. I guess that's why I like him. His agenda is about making people into who they truly are. As for me? I'm not all that deep, I suppose. I like sex, and I like drugs, I don't feel much need to apologize for either. Unlike a lot of boys my age, I know how to handle my drugs, too. No more than once a week, never get so high I lose control, etc. I guess that's a gift of sorts. I actually hadn't had any real fun for a couple of weeks (or maybe over a month? God, was I getting boring?) Anyways, David texted me to come over and show this top guy the full treatment. That wasn't all that usual, actually. "The light treatment" meant standard seduction and mild depravity. That meant David was saving the best for himself, which was fine. "The usual treatment" meant bareback top and bottoming, some drugs, basically opening a boy up. "The full treatment" was code red. It meant ruin the bitch. It meant tonight I was the Picasso of fucking this kid up. Like any good artist, I gathered my tools and went to work. When I arrived at his place, I locked the door behind me and headed down to his playroom. The guy handcuffed to his bench was fucking ripped, with a dick that looked like it was probably formidable when stiff. He was also completely passed out. I opened up the bag I had brought with me and pulled out a needle and tourniquette. Sometimes David called me "the alchemist" because I had some really niche party drugs at my disposal, based partly on the connections I had made since my own conversion and partly on my own chemistry background. This one I called "Spin the Top," because it was a homebrew that typically had the effect of keeping someone hard while also making them desperately horny and usually piggish. This one had a little extra added to it: my own poz blood. Top boy was getting knocked up tonight, in more than one way. I did the work of injecting him while he slept, clearing out the tourniquette and putting the bag in a corner before unhandcuffing him and moving him towards the corner that was the open shower. After a quick douche and rinse of him, I dropped him on the wrestling matt, stripped off my own clothes and proceeded to fuck his ass with abandon. While I was doing this, I filmed most of it. At a few points he roused almost to consciousness in spite of the drugs. I would ask him if he liked it, how good it felt, etc. He would usually say, "Yeah," or something equally nondescript. Just enough to make anyone watching think he was a willing participant. It didn't take me long to drop my load in his ass, zooming in on the cum dripping out of him while he unconsciously squirmed about, which made it that much hotter. Then I carried him back over to the bench and bent him over on top of it. Still hard because of the drugs I had taken, I pushed inside him again, this time eliciting a moan of pain from him as he seemed to become more conscious. Holding myself there, I let out a wicked stream of piss inside his colon, flooding his insides to the point I thought he would be coughing some of it out. While I was doing this, David poked his head in the door and gave me a big, shit-eating grin before heading back upstairs to entertain his twink. When I finished, I rinsed David off before bending him over the bench again and adding a second load to his ass. This time it only took a minute or two; I was super worked up at what I was doing to this "top" and eager to get things moving. Using one of David's butt plugs to stop up Rick's ass and make sure my second load got planted, I then handcuffed him to the bench, arms and legs. I included some rope around his waise and thighs so he couldn't really move at all. By now he was starting to drift slowly towards consciousness. That was good, because the next part was going to hurt. I pulled out a portable tattoo needle from my bag, plugged into a power outlet at one end of the wall and went to work on a big, bold biohazard tat below his navel. Bitch would never have sex again without him and his partner thinking about it. Halfway through it he woke up fully and started trying to struggle. Fortunately my previous drugs had paid off and he was stiff as a plank, dick sticking straight up in the air, so I lubed him up and sat on it for him. Initially he was trying to shout and protest, so I pulled out a gag from my bag and shut him up before riding his dick again. Pretty soon you could see the fight leave his body as his testosterone overcame his outrage, and he starting trying to thrust against me. Of course he couldn't because of how secure I had tied him down, but it was nice to know I had won him over to my team in more way than one. Pretty soon I felt him tense, and I could feel his cum shooting into my ass before seeping down and running over his dick below me. Too fucking bad I couldn't have a camera from that angle. That's when I heard the door behind me open again, and I turned my head to see David in sweats and the twink in a jock staring in to us. I made sure to give them a good view of Rick's cum as it seeped out of me and down onto him. David remarked that it looked like he (I didn't know which one of us) was having fun, and the kid said, "hot." Then they left us alone again. Rick seemed pretty awake by now, so I gave him a different shot this time, one to calm him down and maybe make him go to sleep. He drifted in and out of bliss while I finished the tattoo on his stomach and, admiring my handiwork, was just about to leave when I heard a phone vibrate. It wasn't mine, so I checked the jeans crumpled up against one wall only to find that Rick had just been sent a video of someone, I'm guessing his boyfriend, getting gangfucked and begging for strangers' cum at the resort. This was a pretty damn hot video, I have to say. So instead of leaving straight away, I used my knowhow of David's equipment to set up a feed of the video on the big screen in the dungeon. The video had two parts: one of Rick getting fucked and filled by me, and the other of his boyfriend getting gangbanged in the resort. I figured that would be a nice sort of thing to wake up to. I texted David that he had one fucked up boy to return home to, and to call me if he needed me. Then I put on my clothes, packed my bag up and left him to his fate, tied up and asleep.

God, this party was bad. I mean, really, just the worst. I had only been here ten minutes and between the crappy house music and the wasted, barely-drinking age kids who thought they were being subtle about giving each other handjobs and doing lines of coke in the corners, I was ready to be gone. The only reason I was here was because my mate John had asked me to watch out for these two twinks, Sam and Rick, while he and Jorge got to fuck the shit out of Rick's "monogamous" boyfriend at the resort. What I wouldn't give to be there ruining his hole rather than here. Fortunately I had a couple of pics to go by and this club wasn't all that big. A word about me: I'm a lean, 42 yo African American man with an 8.5" dick, and probably the horniest guy that I know. I don't usually have too much problem seducing guys of all types into my bed. In fact, probably the biggest issue I have is that most guys who see my dick only want me to top them, and I love every position of sex with just about every flavor of guy. There are worse problems to have. I lived close by but had met the other guys in our little club cruising the resorts a few summers ago, and whenever they were in town we got together for the hunt. I had also notified one of my regular fuckbuddies to be on standby, since this seemed like a mission for two. After 45 tedious minutes of cruising the party I finally spotted Sam, the shy one, nursing a drink in one corner and looking crazy out of place. Damn, this kid was cute in that boyish, naive-looking sort of way. A kid like that should have been already taking his second or third load of the night bent over in one of the club bathrom stalls rather than standing around being awkard. That's okay: daddy's here to help. I made my way over to him with my biggest, "you're the only guy in the room for me" smile and introduced myself. The kid looked surprised at first, then his face probably turned about as red as his vodka-cranberry. My dick was already twitching at the thought of what I'd be doing to him later. After about ten minutes of me carrying a conversation, his friend showed back up. Where Sam was cute, Rick was hot but in that arrogant, way-too-aware of it sort of way. I immediately hated him. That only got worse when he basically ignored me even after his friend introduced us, and then five minutes later asked me to get him a drink like I was his damned waiter. Good, so the racist little fuck had this coming to him. I came back with new cocktail for Sam and a roofie-collada for Rick. Rick swallowed the whole thing back in nearly one gulp and started eyeing up the local meat, while I went back to sweet-talking Sam, feeling up his chest under his shirt, casually rubbing brushing my jeans up against him. His eyes went wide at that, and he felt down towards the bulge I was carrying with obvious surprise and desire. Between the attention, the lust and the alcohol, I had this one hooked, and he quickly accepted my invitation back to my place. Meanwhile, Rick was starting to act woozy, and I suggested to Sam that his friend was really drunk and he might need a safe place to crash for the night. I told him I had a spare bedroom and we could check in on him to make sure he was okay. Sam was obviously a little torn about hooking up while his friend was trashed, but my confidence and his own horniness won him over and soon I had them both packed in my car on the way to my place. I led Sam to my bedroom and told him to wait right there while I took care of his friend. I picked up Rick from the car and carried him down into my special basement while he slept, snoring lightly. The secret that a lot of these racist little fucks don't know is that I'm a chief legal officer for a corporation that you've heard of during the day, so I make more than my fair share of money. I could practically swim in the sallary they pay me there, so when it comes to indulging my fetishes I spare no expense. The play dungeon set up in my basement had tools for every possible fetish: a rimming seat, a bench with handcuffs, a wrestling mat, a corner shower with a drain and different hose attachments, a whipping post, a giant flat screen TV for porn and more toys than your average porn shop. I strapped Rick down to the bench and turned his head to the side, just to be safe. Then I called my fuckbuddy over, telling him the door would be unlocked and his "totaly top" prey was passed out and ready for him. With that, I went upstairs. Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed nervously. He had taken off his shoes and was pretty obviously uncertain if he should take the rest of his clothes off either. I sat down next to him and put my arms around him, kissing his ear at first, then his neck, and then bending him so that fell back on the bed I kissed all the way down over his shirt to where his pants buckle was. I kissed the bulge in his pants, and was pleasantly surprised. This kid was really packing some meat in those pants. Smiling, I started to undo his belt buckle, but he stopped me with a frown. "Is Rick okay?" "Yes," I smiled at him confidently. "I made sure he was in the right position and left some water for him if he needs any. He'll be fine." I went back to kissing his bulge while I unzipped his fly. "I just don't know how comfortable I am hooking up when he might be...oh..." he trailed off right at the point I put his newly liberated dick in my mouth, encircling the head with my tongue. It was at least 7.5 inches, and rock hard. Then I pulled it out and trailed my tongue up the base of his shaft all the way to the tip before teasing the underside and then giving it a kiss. "Tell you what, sexy. We can hang out for just a little bit and then go check on him to be sure. Does that sound okay?" "Yeah, that sounds okay." Now I took his balls in my mouth while I stroked his shaft, and he arched his back and let out a little moan. I lifted his legs up and smelled his ass, which was ripe from sweat. "Are you clean back here? Because I want to explore every inch of you with my tongue." He looked a little guilty at that. "Maybe I should take a shower, just to be sure." He tried to roll over and stand up, but he did so awkwardly and almost fell off the bed, which made me laugh. I went over to stand behind him and started kissing his neck again. "You need to relax, baby. Can I help you relax?" "What do you have in mind?" "Do you ever smoke? I have some really nice weed that will help you relax." "Uh, not usually. I guess I wouldn't mind." Perfect. I pulled out a joint from my drawer. This one was specially laced with Tina for a little extra kick. I always kept one on standby just in case. I also pulled out a couple of pills and a water bottle from the drawer and handed those to him too. "What are these?" He asked suspiciously. "Just vitamins. You'll feel better in the morning if you take them now after you've been drinking." He eyed them suspiciously at first, but when I popped back an identical set decided to go for it. Funny thing is that one of them was just a vitamin, and the other one was a boner pill, so there wasn't anything to suspicious about either one. The water had a little G in it, but so little you couldn't really taste it. Then I lit up the joint, taking a tiny puff myself and passing it to him. He took a long drag, coughing and then gulping down more of the water. I encouraged him to take a few more hits, and then steered him into the bathroom. At first he wanted to be alone to clean out, which is normally a good thing, but tonight I wasn't taking any chances. I took off his clothes, kissing him all the while as the drugs took effect. Then he started to strip off mine, which I let him. By the time we were both naked he was pushing himself up against me and moaning like a bitch in heat, obviously ready for anything. I turned on the shower, which was easily big enough for three, and steered him into it before stepping in myself. It had a built in-douche attachment, of course, and as I started to prep him he stopped me apologetically. "I, um...think I have to pee." "Do you baby?" I knelt down eye level with his now flaccid dick, sticking my tongue out til it just touched the underside of his head, and told him, "good. I'm ready for you." His eyes went wide, but then his head rolled back and soon he was bathing me in a stream of his piss. I swallowed a few gulps before guiding his dick so that his stream hit my face, my body and my dick. Then I pulled his dick back up to me mouth and completely enclosed it, taking the last of it down my throat and then resting his dick there. "How did that feel, sexy?" "Amazing." I moved directly under the water to rinse off, then pushed him down and asked him if he thought he could return the favor. He didn't seem to love the idea, but he knelt down anyway with his mouth closed. I have excellent prostate control, so I let a tiny stream hit his chest, and then a slightly bigger one over his shoulders and down to his dick before holding back again. "Open up your mouth, okay?" He shook his head. "Just open your mouth a little. You don't have to swallow, I just want to see you take it in a little, okay?" Feeling guilty that I had just done this for him, he opened up his mouth a tiny ways, and I aimed my stream for him. He spit it out almost immediately, but I pulled him back to dick and told him to keep trying. I finished off my piss in his mouth, and whie he didn't swallow any of it, he showed definite progress being able to take it. I stood him up and pushed him against the wall, kissing him and telling him how hot he was. By now he was putty, willing to do anything I wanted. After making sure we were both clean inside and out, we dried off and headed back into the bedroom. He asked for another hit of the joint, but right now I knew what his body chemistry was really craving. I asked him if he ever partied, to which he said he had heard of it but never tried. I pulled out a bowl and told him to open his mouth before lighting it, then told him to inhale gently. He did this a couple of times, sucking in sweet lungfulls and blowing them out in beautiful clouds of smoke. I took a single hit, wanting to make sure I staid stiff, and then bent him over the bed and ate him out like I was mining for buried treasure. His tight, beautiful ass surrounded a tight rosebud that puckered just slightly under my attention. Standing back up, I asked him if he wanted to play a game. "Yes, anything," he said, glassy-eyed and adoring. I pulled out a box from under the bed and pulled a soft rope from it. Guiding his hands and feet, I proceeded to tie him face-up and spread-eagled to the bed. I paused to admire my handiwork, then I put on some porn for him to watch and walked out of the room to go check downstairs. This was partially just to see what was going on, but also partly to freak Sam out a little. What I saw going on downstairs with Rick and my fuckbuddy almost made me shoot a load right there, but I mustered my discipline and headed back to the bedroom. He was lying there mesmerized at the bareback porn I had put on, one of those gangbang bottom ones where they zoom up on the loads leaking out of the bottom's ass before the next guy eats it out of him and fucks him some more. He turned to me and asked distractedly where I had gone. "Just checking on your friend. He's doing just fine." I sucked him back to full hardness and without further ado, squatted over his dick and slowly guided it into me, with just my spit as lube. "Oh, God!" he moaned loudly. "Um, are you... are you letting me fuck you raw?" he squawked in disbelief. "Yes, sexy. Isn't that how you want it? I want to feel your raw cock inside me. Just don't cum inside me, okay?" Ha, no better way to get someone to assume your status than telling them "not to cum inside you." It's like the magic words that gets about every single top to go bare. Of course, this kid was way more of a bottom than a top, but there was no denying he was enjoying himself. It was also clear there was no way he was lasting very long at all. I slid back up and then all the way back down on his dick, loving the friction it was creating inside me. Now, instead of the porn Sam was staring transfixed at the sight of his dick disappearing in and out of my ass, and I loved that too. I bent over enough so that I could stare into his eyes. "Tell me how much you love that ass sucking your dick down." "Oh fuck yes, I love how that ass eats up my cock. Your bare hole feels so good." I smiled at that, and pulled all the way off him, using his hands to poise his cock right at my entrance. "Maybe I should go get a condom, just to be safe." I could feel him straining, trying to thrust upwards, desperately horny to be back inside me. "Yeah, we should use a condom, only, just...let me be inside you a little bit longer first, okay?" I welcomed his head in just past my sphincter. "Are you sure, babe?" His moan was the only answer I needed. I slid all the way back down and then started riding him like a pony. "Just remember don't cum inside me, okay? You just feel so good this way. While I'm riding you I can fantasize about how deep you are inside me, and how hot it would be to feel your jizz spurting out inside me, covering my ass walls, then trickling out of me all day tomorrow. It's hot enough just to imagine it. Just let me know when you're close so I can pull out." By now Sam was incoherent and wild, making gutteral back of the throat sounds. As my pace increased so did his moaning, and I knew he was seconds away. The entire time I was egging him on about how hot the idea of him cumming in me was, and how I just wanted to picture it with him, and how good it would feel leaking out of me. His moans got sharp and I heard him start to mutter something that might have been, "I'm...I'm..." before he was lost to a scream and I could feel the jets of his jizz shoot deep inside my bowels. I didn't slow down my pace at all, but only rode him harder. He was coming so hard with the constant stimulation he looked in definite pain, until more than a minutes later the final spasms subsided and I could feel him going soft inside me. Trying hard to keep the wolfish leer off my face, I asked him, "What's the matter? I'm loving you fucking me so much. Just tell me when you're close so I can pull out, okay?" Now a guilty look washed over him, and he looked down and to the side as he whispered that he had already cum. "You WHAT?!" I asked, feigning outrage. Then I gave him a good, hard slap across the cheeks, enough to leave a sting without really hurting him. "I told you to let me know!" "I tried! I thought you realized it. I just couldn't...it was so..." As he talked I pulled all the way off of him, and immediately a giant glob of his jizz dripped down onto his softening dick. His eyes bulged watching it, and you can tell he was massively turned on by it, even if he was temporarily out of gas. "Does that turn you on? Good, because you're going to clean out the rest of my ass with that tongue of yours. This is what I get for trusting some little twink from the clubs like that!" I squatted over his face and began to push out, while he dutifully lapped up his spunk out of my ass like a pro. Then I pulled off his face and lay down next to him and gave him a hard kiss, each of us playing with the cum in his mouth until he finally swallowed it. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Really, you're sorry? Prove it." He looked confused. "For the next few days, you're my slave. You only call me sir. I say bark, you bark. I say jump, you jump. You owe me for lying to me you little bitch, and if you really want to make it up to me you'll pay me back in kind." The thought of being my sex slave for a couple of days caused his dick to twitch in a feeble attempt at coming back to life, and he gladly accepted, not having any idea what all I had in for him. I went back into my toy box and pulled out a special jockstrap. It's the kind that has a hard front and straps to fit it tightly at the waste but still leaving the ass exposed. Almost like a cross between a cup and a chastity belt, it's basically designed to keep a bottom from touching himself while leaving his ass exposed. I untied Sam from the bed and fitted it onto him, telling him that he would be wearing this for most of the rest of our time together as punishment for what he did. If he had to piss he would tell me and I would decide if he was allowed to take it off for that purpose (It had holes in it, so I didn't necessarily have to let him take it off if I didn't want to). Then I pulled on some sweats and a shirt and packed a bag with a couple of supplies. It was getting late by now, probably around 2am, but it was a nice warm night. "What are you doing?" I arched my eyebrow at him. "What are you doing, sir," he corrected. "We're taking a little field trip." As he started to reach for his clothers I told him, "no, you're going dressed exactly as you are." He looked nervous, so I handed him the pipe and told him to take another couple of hits to relax. He did gratefully, and the resistance left his body as his hormones reasserted themselves. "Where are we going?" "You'll see. Why don't we go down and check on your friend?" He nodded, and we both headed down. As Sam's eyes took in the dim light of the dungeon and saw what exactly was happening to his friend, his eyes went wide with shock. "Looks like he's enjoying himself," I remarked lightly. A little of Sam's remaining resistance rose up, like maybe he ought to be doing something about this, but finally he just said, "hot" and followed me down to my car. I was about to enjoy the fuck out of this.

I was bored out of my mind so decided to visit one of the local gay resort (our version of bathhouse). i checcked in and made myself comfortable by the poolside. It was Tuesday. I did not expecct any major activities but decided to enjoy the day regardless. I poured myself a margarita and started reading a book. Around half hour later i happen to see a chubby guy walking by the pool and heading towards the play rooms. I always have a thing for fucking a big ass. I can never say no to that. I decided to follow him. Few minutes later i opened the first playroom door and walked inside. The rroom is empty exccept a creepy looking guy jacking off on the sling watching porn. As soon as he saw me he asked me if i wanted his ass. I did not reply and went to the second playroom. Empty! So was the 3rd one. When i went to the 4th room i saw the chubby guy leaning over the padded bench and another guy sliding in and out of him. The guy fucking him saw me, he pulled out and took his rubber off his dick. He started to dress up. I guess he does not like people watching him and seemed very nervous. i figured it is his loss so i just went behind the guy and started playing with his hole. I was naked already since it was a clothingg optional resort. As i pushed my finger in i could feel the warmth. He was already lubed from the other guy. I was able to slide 3 fingers in. i told him to blow me and get me ready for his hole. He got on his knees and took my dick all the way in his throat. I actually could feel my head hitting the back of his throat. I started hammering down and could hear him choke every now and then. It was to a point of cumming so i had to stop him. I was not sure if he would fuck without rubber or not but i wanted to fuck him raw. I wanted to plant my seed in him. I helped him get back on his feet. Turned him around and pushed him against the padded bench. I told him to climb up and get on his knees. It was the perfect height for me to get in his hole. He placed a bottle of lube and a rubber on the side from a little ouch he was carrying. I took the lube and the rubber but only poured some lube on my dick and lined it up against his hole. I started teasing him by barely pushing the head in his hole and rubbing the head all over his hole and the crack of his ass. He started to whimper and asking me to push it all the way. I told him to ask me properly otherrwwise i will do this until i cum and then i will leave. He tried saying i need it, do it, i want your dick but i kept teasing until he started to push back against me and said, "I am begging you, please fuck me until you explode". As soon i heard that i slammed all the way in and started to pound as hardand as deep as i could. He was whimpering like crazy. As i was fucking him i got a hold of his nuts with my left hand and started to play with them. I was pulling on his cock which was leaking precum alreaddy and had a small puddle under him. He went crazy when i started doing that. He started to squeeze me with his ass muscle and i knew he was about to cum. That pushed me over the edge. As he held on to my cock with his ass i started to shoot deep in him. No sooner than i started to fill him up he madde a loud growl and started cumming. We both were drained and i had one of the best orgasms ever. As i pulled out of him, he saaid thankk you for the awesome fuck. He said he is staying there until Thursday morning and would love to play more. I told him i was there all day and would love to fill him up feww more times. He turned around and gave me a weird look. I threw the unopened rubber in front him. I told him that it was aswesome fuck indeed and i can't wait to breed him again. He put his hand in his hold and scooped up a small amount of cum from his hole. He told me that this was his first bare fuck and never hadd anyone cum in him. he said he did not realize i was fucking himbare but he knew it felt really good. We neded up spending the whole day fucking anywhere and everywhere we could. By the time i left was about midnight. I dumped 4 more load in him byt then. Fucked him multiple times throughout the day. it was almost like i was always in him whenever we were in the pool or hot tub or just fucking. We exchanged number and email. Now he is planning to make more frequent trips from the east coast to get fucked raw and be seedded. I think i converted another bottom.

As Alex ate my cunt, Dad watched and carefully gauged my reactions. Then, without warning, he looked at Alex, " Go take care of your brother over there, he looks like he needs it." I looked over and Rocky was mesmerized by the porn with a huge fucking dildo that he was working in and out of his cunt. His jock was soaked through with pre cum as his caged cock leaked like a sieve, just as my uncaged, but shriveled cock was doing. Dad lined up in front of me, looked me in the eyes, and said, " Ready for me to mark my territory, boy?" "Yessir" I enthusiastically replied. Rubbing his cockhead against my hole, our eyes locked, Dad slowly slipped in about half way. Then he took two fingers, wiped some of my pre cum from my cock, wiped it onto his spit covered cock and slammed his daddy meat balls deep. I was in heaven. Glancing over, I saw Alex brutally grab the dildo from Rocky's hand, pulled it out with one fell swoop, and slammed his cock in as deep as it would go. Rocky just moaned as his eyes trolled back. "You like that, don't ya bro?" Rocky just whimpered a feeble "Oh yeh" in response. The fucking went on for both of us for a good hour or more, then Dad went rigid, "You want my seed, son?" I looked him dead in the eyes and nodded. Dad began to thrust harder, had this possessed look about him, but never broke eye contact. Suddenly he began to shout "Fuck boy, you're taking my seed" over and over. After a minute he just stopped and pulled out. Grabbing the plug that he had taken out of me earlier, he reached for the now familiar bag and added some more shards. "No Sir, I think I am high enough" I told him. "Not nearly high enough for what I have planned for ya, son" and with that he slammed the plug straight in and walked off to join Rocky and Alex. I could feel the now familiar burn and started to sweat profusely again. I was watching Alex fucking Rocky. Dad was over there tweaking Alex's nips. "Cum for me boy" Dad ordered Alex. Immediately Alex went rigid and it was clear he was blasting jets into Rocky just as Dad had ordered. Even in my drug induced haze I thought that was amazing that Alex could cum on command. "Pull out boy, and lap that seed up." Dad ordered Alex. Alex knelt down and began to lap at Rocky's cunt like a dog at a food dish. Rocky obliged him by pushing as much out as he could. Then Alex came up and gave Dad a big cummy kiss. " I love the taste of my boys" Dad said as he shot a glance over at me. Then, out of nowhere, the odd looking guy reappeared. He had a bowl of ice water. Dad looked at Alex, "You know what to do..." Alex didn't have to be to twice. He took his magnificent dick and put it in the ice water to shrivel it down, which was almost instantly. Then the cage was replaced on his now soft cock. The odd looking guy came over to me after Dad had whispered something into his ear. I was unruffled and helped out of the sling, but the plug was left in place. I was brought over to join Rocky, Alex, and Dad. The funny looking guy had brought down water for us and I drank rather greedily, not realizing how thirsty I had become. Rocky suddenly announced to the group that he had to piss. Dad looked at Alex, "Grab me a catheter and one of those special plugs." Alex wondered off to grab something from the other side of the room. "No Dad, please not that," implored Rocky. Dad looked at him, " Around here we don't waste, now get back in that sling for a second." Alex reappeared with a catheter and a very large plug that had a hole on the end that you insert with a tube running from it. Dad took the plug from Alex and handed Alex the key to Rocky's cage. Alex removed the cage, lubed the catheter and slowly began to insert it up Rocky's cock through the split in the front of his now removed cage. Suddenly, a little spurt of piss flew out. Alex clamped off the catheter and reattached the cage over Rocky's cock. Meanwhile, Dad had lubed up the funny looking plug and had added a few shards for good measure. It was much larger than the one that was in me. Dad inserted the plug slowly into Rocky who was moaning like a bitch in heat. Looking at me, Dad said, "Recycling is good for ya. His piss is loaded with chess, and no matter how much he might fight it, Rocky knows he is gonna be a lot higher in less than five minutes. Probably so high that he won't be able to stand for a while." Just then, Rocky's cunt gave way and the plug slipped right in. Alex had already grabbed a pair of cuffs and cuffed Rocky's hands so that he couldn't remove the plug. Dad connected the catheter to the tube coming from the plug and then opened the clamp. As Alex and Dad were talking about some bench that Dad wanted, I watched as Rocky began to sweat and then his eyes just glazed over as he breathed really hard and stared almost hypnotically at the porn that was playing. Alex wondered off to get the bench that him and Dad had been talking about. I looked at Dad, "Is Rocky gonna be okay and what's going on with him?" Dad replied, " Rocky has a beautiful cock, but I need more of my boys to be good cunt boys. His piss is running right into his cunt right now as fast as he is making it. That piss has a shit ton of the medicine that I gave all of ya'll in the syringes, so he is getting higher and higher as it absorbs into his gut." "Well, I really need to piss too, but it don't want to be plugged like that" I replied. "Don't worry son, that's more advanced training for him to learn pleasure from his cunt. Maybe you'll get there one day. But in the meantime, piss into this bag." Handing me a plastic bag with a tube attached, I took the bag and moved my jock over and started to piss. Holy shit! I must have pissed a half gallon of brownish-yellow foul smelling chem piss. "Smell it" Dad ordered. I did... It reeked. Taking the bag from me, Dad closed off the catheter snaking from Rocky's cock cage. He disconnected the hose from the catheter to the plug and attached the hose to the one coming from the bag I had just filled. Rocky was so out of it all he could do was shake his head and mouth the word "no" but it was to no avail. Dad even sprinkled a few crystals into the bag and then open the clamp. My piss was no flooding Rocky's gut. Dad handed the bag to me and told me to hold it high while it emptied into Rocky as he went over by Alex and the strange looking bench he had brought over and set between the slings. After talking to Alex for a minute, Dad came back over to me and took the now empty piss bag out of my hand. He removed the tube from the bag and reattached the catheter from Rocky's cock, then reopened the clamp. Rocky was so spun he was damn near paralyzed. Dad ordered me to go over by Alex at the bench. This bench was weird looking. It looked like a weight bench in that it was inclined at a 45 degree angle for the back, but the base that you would sit on was more like a toilet seat. The bench also had a cross beam about 2/3 of the way up. The whole thing was attached to cables that allowed it to be raised or lowered. "Climb aboard" Alex instructed. Having no clue what this was for I agreed. Dad walked up and mumbled something to Alex who then walked off. Dad strapped my arms to the cross beams, my legs to the sides, and shoved a small leather covered pillow under my head. "Now we are going to see just how suitable you are to becoming one of my boys. My problem is that you boys are trained to fuck with your cock, when in reality, I need you to be able to use your cunt. That's the mistake I made with Rocky. I let him to continue to use his cock way too much and now he needs remedial lessons, as you can see he is getting now." I was terrified and had no clue what was gonna happen. Dad got up and walked over to a switch on the wall. Activating it, I was raised a good three feet off the floor. "I'm gonna give you the best time of your life if you'll let me tonight and I will be able to see if you're going to be a suitable match. You're gonna take my fist, boy." "Did you get what I needed?" Dad asked Alex. With a grin, Alex showed Dad a full syringe and a small brown bottle whith a devilish grin. "Good, now grab me the lube and a chair." Alex set the syringe and the bottle on a small table next to me and quickly grabbed a can of vegetable shortening and a chair. Dad sat down in the chair and removed my plug, which was much smaller than his hands. Alex grabbed the small brown bottle and moved around behind me. Dad put some lube on his hands and started to work his fingers into my cunt. One by one they slowly slipped in. "Damn, you're tight boy" was all that he kept saying. Sometimes Dad would look at Alex and nod. When he did the small brown bottle was brought down in front of my nose and I was told to inhale deeply. This only made my cunt relax more which Dad took full advantage of. Then we hit an impasse; my hole just wasn't willing to open up enough to accommodate his hand. "Grab me the bag" he ordered Alex. Alex grabbed the bag and dad dipped his lube covered fingers in. Then he put those fingers back in my hole. The burn was intense, but I opened up a bit more. Still not enough. "Guess that we're gonna have to go with the nuclear option" Dad said to Alex. "Boy, this is gonna be intense, but you gotta stay with me. You are about to be slammed with half a gram. You're going to be as spun as Rocky over there, but just ride with it. After you cough I am going to put my hand all the way into ya. You might cum, you might piss, but just go with it." Alex already had the tourniquet around my right bicep. He slipped the vein with alcohol. "Look at me" Dad ordered. I looked away from the needle. My arm had already been freed from the cuffs. Raise your arm Dad ordered! I did, and my chest heaved, I coughed so hard I thought my lungs were going to come out of my chest. All of a sudden my tiny t dick started blasting piss all over Dad. All I could do was mutter gibberish. Then I felt it. Like I was taking a huge shit, but backwards. It only took about a minute, but my hungry cunt had swallowed Dad's hand completely. Alex held the small brown bottle under my nose again as Dad worked my cunt. All of a sudden, I felt uncontrollable spasms in my cunt. Fuck! I was cumming... And hard too! I couldn't believe my soft cock was blowing cum like a geyser. "Looks like ya'll found the perfect bro" Dad said to Alex. "The boy won't need much training, that's for sure." Alex responded. Dad continued to fist fuck me for quite some time. Toward the end, his hands got tired and Alex took his place wrecking my cunt. Dad returned a few minuted later with a catheter and a large plug like Rocky had. "Wasn't planning on using this tonight, but I think he is ready" Dad said. Alex concurred and took his hand out. The bench was lowered, I was taken off and strapped back into the sling next to the spun out Rocky. The catheter and plug were inserted into me, just as into Rocky, only that my plug had a three way attachment. One was connected to my catheter, the other two to the two bags Dad and Alex had been filling over night. All three were attached and the valves opened. The intense burning started again, but this time it was followed by being full as hell. Now I knew why Rocky didn't like this, but like him, I was too spun to object. Alex and Dad left us and went upstairs.

After a couple of days further TLC from Liam and Ross Justin was back to his normal self, definitely feeling better and with some colour in his cheeks and looking surprisingly radiant. “Jeez you’re looking hotter by the day” said Ross flopping down on the couch next to me draping an arm over my shoulder then, barely touching, ran his fingers up my neck and gently rubbing the back of my head massaging my scalp.. Just his touch felt like an electric shock through my body as I involuntarily arch my back with shivers running down my spine, I squirm in my seat and my cock twitches, the first signs of life for a couple of weeks. Right on cue Liam appears, “Ummm looks like our boi is feeling a whole lot better” as he eyes the growing tent in my sweatpants, “Welcome back buddy” chimes in Ross eyes shining and a shit eating grim all across his face, licking his lips as his free hand slowly begins to feel around the flimsy material covering my growing cock. I lay back enjoying the sensations running through my body as his hands do their work. I want to cum, but I want to save it for Ryan…or at least wait until he’s here with us. As if reading my mind Liam says, “Don’t worry Just-in, we’re just making sure everything is in fine working order!” “It’s not that I don’t want to” I say “It’s just that you want Ryan here too…” they speak as one “we do understand…the more the merrier eh? Piggy. No, we know all about you two love birds” I blush, I feel my face start to burn, “I, I, I didn’t know you knew, we’ve never said we’re an item” I stammer, admitting my feelings publically for the first time. “Ryan confided in us, explained he was falling for you, about how he was conflicted you being his step brother and all as well as not knowing how long you’re planning on staying here in the UK. He said he’d never felt this way, felt protective and made us all promise to be with you during your conversion.” I sat there dumbstruck and now I’m the one sat there with the big grin on my face. “Hey if you’re feeling up to it why don’t we take you to see my mate Chris at the leather shop, we gotta get you set up for Hard On looking sexy, hot and ready for some great Topping action and I’m sure Ryan won’t mind sharing as you’ll be soooooo in demand with your high viral load.” “Sure” I respond a little too quickly my leaking super hard cock doing all the thinking for me! I pause for a moment…”Why will I be in such demand, what the significance of a high viral load?” “Oh boy” they say, “there’s so many chasers on the scene, no loads refused, no questions asked looking to get knocked up with Poz seed so they can fuck with freedom from condoms and safe sex.” I must look a little dumbstruck as Liam continues, “We’re Poz but you’re super toxic right now and sure to Poz any and every willing cunt that bends over for you, lucky fucker!” “I didn’t know, this is a whole new World for me.” “Don’t worry bro’. Ryan, Tommy and us two, we’ll be there every step of the way to guide you, you’re in good hands, we’re experts at this.” Says Ross giving me a wink I process the information before saying, “Lead on, I’m up for it!” Liam is fishing out his mobile and frantically texting….it says, ‘Hi Ryan our boy is sprouting a massive hard on and ready to breed, get out of work and meet us at Chris’s shop, we’re leaving now. L&R xx’ “Cum on get you’re sorry ass off that couch and let’s get goin’” Liam says dragging me to my feet. I look down at my achingly hard dick that is leaking copious amounts of pre-cum leaving a large obvious wet patch in my light grey sweatpants. “Man I wish I had put underwear on this morning.” I sigh as I’m led, no, virtually frog-marched out the door. We must look a sight walking to the tube station judging by the stares we get. It may be mid-afternoon but London is packed with businessmen and tourists as the three of us squeeze into the tube carriage. It may be only a couple of stops but I have bodies pressed up against me and arms all around ‘strap hanging’. With Liam and Ross using their one free hand to discretely knead and massage my ass together with the vibrations and carriage movements means my cock is rubbing up against the leg of the guy I’m squashed hard up against. I have an instant boner and this suited and booted guy either doesn’t mind or notice…that is until he slightly repositions himself is now trying and succeeding in putting his brief on the floor between his legs and as he struggles to straighten up he gives my cock a squeeze. I smile and we make eye contact, nod slightly, his hand still wrapped around my cock. He is now struggling to pull something out of his inside suit pocket, finds it and is handing me a business card mouthing, “Call me.” The tube rattles into our station and as soon as the doors begin to open we push our way out with the throng of passengers, I look round nodding at my handsome suited suitor. As we emerge back into the daylight I have no idea where we are, I don’t know London well. “Christ you don’t waste much time” the boys say as they ruffle my hair as we march down some narrow alley arm in arm. The air is stale, hot and humid and lying on the ground on card and in a grubby sleeping bag is a sleeping homeless boy. I stop and stare. “Cum on!” the guys tug me along, “Don’t tell us you want to shag a skanky homeless boy now!!” I don’t but I do feel sorry for him and fish out a few coins to throw at this unfortunate. Suddenly we stop and I’m looking at blackened out windows, a building with a rainbow flag either side of the neon shop sign, 'Leather Star Fish' “Fall in behind us and let us do the talking” says Liam “I want you to be a surprise.” The guys open the door and we troop in. It takes a while for my eyes to adjust to the near darkness, the smell of new leather overpowering. Peering around Liam and Ross I look round at the displays and notice porn playing on the bigscreen TV, I’m drawn to the screen and almost don’t notice Chris as he appears flustered from a curtained area. He hugs and chats freely with his friends until I hear, “And who have we here?” Ross and Liam part to reveal me. When I glance at him he looks back with interest. Chris is well built, wears a plain skimpy skin tight t-shirt and too tight leather shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. I stare, he stands before me eyeing me up and down nodding approvingly. I stare back fixated on his facial piercings and flame red Mohican. In my previous preppy world I'd never come face-to-face with someone like this. I snap back to reality when I hear Chris say to Liam and Ross, "Turn the shop sign to CLOSED on your way out." As dutifully and surprisingly without protest the boys do as they are told. Unbeknown to me Chris's partner Steve is waiting for Liam, Ross and Ryan when he turns up to join them in the playroom at the back of the shop that has as two-way mirror looking in to the Changing Room. Chris breaks off his stare and flings open the Changing Room curtains, "Strip, while |I sort you something to wear for Hard On, that's what this is all about, isn't it?" He says this arching his right eyebrow questioningly. "Yeah, that's about right, how'd you know?" I ask. "Oh I know a lot about you...!" The reply comes and hangs in the air with the hint of hidden meaning. I quickly step out of my clothes and check myself in the large mirror. Having lost weight makes my half hard cock look bigger than normal; I stroke it slowly and watch my reflection as my dick grows in my hand. I see a clear drop of pre-cum forming, scoop it up and inspect my finger, then out of interest suck my finger with its salty, dangerous and highly toxic cargo, "Sweet" I murmur. "What's that?" says Chris as he comes up behind me holding a few leather items. "Sorry to disturb you" he continues. I spin round to face him...erect cock in hand. I just want the ground to open up and swallow me. "Shit! Sorry, I don't usually..." He cuts me off, "Don't worry, I've seen it all before, this shop has that effect on guys that's why I work here, constant supply of fresh meat." says Chris matter of factly and then it's down to business. "6 feet two, 31 inch waist, 8" dick that looks like I can put the cock ring and Viagra back on the shelf!" I look down sheepishly. "Here try this Gladiator Kilt and Harness, it should just about cover your best assets as well as allowing easy access , yeah perfect!" I eye the garments. The kilt with its open sides and short individual tongues of leather look way too short to cover anything as I wrap the kilt around my waist, snap the snaps and tie the laces. Chris steps in close to place the Harness over my head pulling me close as he fastens the straps. He stays close, "Ummm, looking good, boy, now bend over and let me see how easy it is to get to your hole." I do as I'm told, lean forward and before I know what's happening Chris's beefy forearm is wrapped around me. I'm turned on, turned around and my cheeks spread wide infront of the two-way mirror. Next he turns me round, jams a bottle into my nostrils, forcing me to inhale the poppers. They were strong, and I felt giddy with lust. "There you go." He’s saying as he lowers his mouth on mine as he pushes my back down onto the padded bench and I’m held fast, my arse open and available. "Justin you tart!" comes the chorus and I see Ryan, Liam, Ross naked and a tall thin guy with strange blotches on his chest and a pronounced tummy who I see has a surprisingly large 9 maybe 10 inch rigid cock walking towards me. Ryan with a big grin across his face says, "Chris is the one that wants knocking up, Steve here has been so ill he’s back on meds and is undetectable again and his new Neg boyfriend Chris is the one who needs your bug" Chris and I disentangle and I get to my feet whislt Chris loses his shorts, lays down on the padded fuck bench, snucks down to the edge of the bench and raises his legs spreading his cheeks so they could see his gaping hole with glistening signs of cum dripping from his hole. "Oh yes." Said Steve. "Popped a load in him myself just as you arrived!" The group came over to Chris, grabbing his cock and feeling his ass. He knew he was surrounded by Poz guys and you can hear him breathing hard his heart stars to pound in anticipation. I’m manhandled straddling Chris, my face is pushed down to his, he feels my tongue in his mouth, tasting my tainted salvia and feeling my raging hard on against his belly. Distracted, straps go around his wrists and ankles; Steve orchestrates everything as he positions Liam in front of Chris and offers his drooling cock with precum. "Lick it." He says. Chris visually tenses; a fleeting moment of fear crosses his face. He knows he’s lost, and then tentatively licks the drool of toxic precum off the thick, glistening tip. "Good boy!" Steve says. "Who's first?" Ross says "Me!" and disappears behind me as Chris feels a thick, heavy cock sliding into him until his belly was squashed against my ass. Ross starts to fuck, hard, long thrusting strokes that have me bouncing up and down. Steve whispers in my ear, “You fuck him too, he should be loose enough for you to DP him along with Ross. Go on open him up, rip him up…” then more loudly for all to hear “Give- him- your- AIDS!” I could cum there and then! Chris is writhing beneath me really getting into Ross’s noisy fucking with Steve’s undetectable cum frothing and foaming from his hole. I shuffle back trying not to dislodge Ross as Ryan and Steve push my steel-like cock painfully back to line up next to Ross’s slimy cock and Chris’s swollen ass lips. As Ross pulls back I try to force my way in but miss the hole. “We need to open his hole up a whole lot more” urges Ryan as he jabs his fingers in alongside Ross’s piston pumping cock. Chris is breathing hard, sweat drips from his brow and his body glistens yet he’s moaning loudly, “Yeah, ummm, Oh fuck!” and then “Oh no…I….I…I’m…I’m cumming” as his cock errupts showering his abs, chest and face with potentially his last Neg load and as his hole spasms around fingers and cock he relaxes and finally that hole opens right up for us. The air is heavy with the smell of cum and sex….and before I know what’s happened Ryan has his hands wrapped around my twitching cock and is pushing it in together with Ross. “Jeez this is sooooo tight” I say as we easily slip into to a rhythm of us thrusting in hard and slowly pulling back. “Ooo, ooo, ahh, ahh” pants Chris as his hole clamps shut like a vacuum seal around our dicks. Somehow Steve is now forcing his finger in to his lover’s hole breaking the sealand the last of Steve’s cum is squeezed out, pink. “Yes!” Steve says triumphantly, “Fuck him hard, fuck my cumdump” he hisses and right in my ear yet loud enough for all to hear, virtually pleading, says, “POZ him, please knock him up for me!” Ross groans and stops moving. I can feel through my cock his dick swelling, twitching and spewing volley after volley of toxic cum. It feels fantastic, hot, sloppy and oh so slippery. Of course it’s all too much as I feel my balls tighten, “Here it cums…C..C..cumming” I find myself shouting. “Chris! Look directly into his eyes, watch this magic moment of conversion” instructs Steve as Chris blinks and does as commanded just as my climax hits, my HVL diseased load pumps out like a dispenser, 7 , 8, 9 huge spurts shoot out as Ross picks up his fucking again forcing our loads deep in Chris’s bowl. I slump across Chris hearing Whoops of delight and slaps on my back. I’m manhandled off Chris as Ryan Steve & Liam crowd round kissing me, “fucking great, well done, thank you” all ring out. I feel elated and as Liam and Steve move back to Chris, Ryan grabs hold of my cock which is still hard and pointing straight up, we kiss, he’s kissing me hard, “thank you” he says looking me straight in the eyes, “Gotta help a friend out when in need.” We wrap our arms around one another and continue kissing oblivious to Ross blowing another load up Chris or for that matter Liam pushing his big fat mushroom head cock in directly after Ross pulls out of the dripping and wet hole. Liam horned up from watching all the action fucks quick and hard till his cock swells and blasts another POZ load in Chris whose shouting“Fuck yeah, fuck yeah. Give it to me, give me that load” giving himself up to the gift....

5. I laid back and with my legs still in the air, slid a finger into my loose cum-slick hole. The thought of two more guys coming into fuck me had my hole twitching. My cock was still hard, but I honestly could have cared less the finger in my hole was giving me more pleasure then my cock had ever given me. “Ryan’s brother yeah,” I heard Tommy say. “You’re kidding,” one said. “Seriously, I just fucked him,” Tommy said, “Go see for yourself, I told him to stay there and wait for you two.” Eager to please my next two tops I slid another finger inside my hole and started to work at myself harder, eliciting a little moan from myself. The door opened and Liam stood shirtless in the pants he had had on last night. “Fuck, Ryan didn’t tell us his stepbrother was a cumdump.” “He wasn’t,” said Tommy coming up leading Liam’s also shirtless boyfriend Ross, still naked and a little hard, “Simon pumped a load into him last night when he was drunk. Flipped a switch inside his hole, and triggered his cum lust. You wanna get fucked again?” “Hell yes, lets go boys,” I pulled my cheeks apart showing off my cum dripping from my hole. “Think you can handle two cocks noob?” Ross asked in a thick Scottish accent. “Won’t know unless we try,” Liam added. The two Scots looked at each other and at the same time undid their pants, neither one of them was wearing underwear. If I didn’t know better I would have thought that they were brothers, both tall and dark haired with pale skin. Their broad chests both thickly haired, their abs insanely defined with broad treasure trails leading to dense pubes and thick swinging cocks. “On all fours at the bottom of the bed,” Liam demanded, his bossiness turned me on even more. I flipped onto my hands and knees and got at the bottom of the bed as the boyfriends lay down next to each other in front of me. “Well, put that pretty mouth to work and get us hard.” “Well you seem to be in good hands, have dun boys,” Tommy said and left the room, leaving the door open. I dove onto Liam’s uncut cock, swallowing as much as I could of the quickly hardening shaft as I jerked off Ross. Liam put his hands on the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. It didn’t take long for Liam to get hard in my mouth, and Ross’s cock steadily fattening as I furiously pumped his cock. “Ride my cock while you give Ross a chance at that great mouth,” Liam said pushing me off. Liam slid down so that I could squat over his cock and bend over to suck Ross’s cock still. He and I groaned together as his dick slipped into my hole. He was not as thick as Tommy but he was longer and he pressed against that second hole I had felt Ryan knocking against. “Fuck you’re hole is even hotter the Tommy’s when it’s full of cum,” Liam said as I swallowed Ross to the base his thick pubes against my face. I rode Liam’s cock as he fucked up into me, still sucking Ross’s cock. Ross’s cock kept growing in my mouth and soon was far to long for me to keep the entire thing inside my mouth. “Think you can handle two cocks in that hole of yours?” Ross said running his hands along my back to where Liam’s cock was slipping in and out of my hole. I sat up, dropping myself all the way down on Liam’s cock, he suddenly burst past that second sphincter I had been feeling before and I gasped as I said, “Try it and lets find out.” “Lean forward then,” Liam said, and pulled me close to him, my sweaty chest pressed to his. Ross jumped up and got behind me, quickly pressing his cock against my already filled hole. For a long moment it felt like he would never be able to work his cock inside of me, then for another long second felt like I was being torn in two, and then at last Ross’s cock slid in next to Liam’s till his cock sank past my second sphincter. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” I kept repeating trying to get used to the feeling of both of them inside of me. “Shit you got tight fast,” Liam laughed a little breathing quickly. Ross was the first to start moving, slowly rocking his cock in and out of my hole rubbing against Liam’s cock as he did. I had thought that one cock in my hole was an astounding feeling but the two boyfriends pumping in and out of me at different speeds was a whole new experience. “He’s busy with Liam and Ross,” I head Tommy say in the other room, “But you can fuck me. I haven’t gotten a load from you in forever Ryan.” “Then bend the fuck over,” my stepbrother answered. A few minutes later the hard breathing and desperate grunts from Liam, Ross and I were joined by Tommy’s whimpers and Ryan’s moans. “Does the sound of your stepbrother breeding that hot twink’s hole turn you on,” Ross whispered in my ear. “Yes.” “How do those two big cocks feel in your hole?” “Amazing?” “Yeah?” “God yes.” “Then get ready for a real pounding.” Liam grabbed my hips and pulled me forward giving himself more leverage as Ross started to pull his cock out completely and slam it back into in one quick rough movement. I was practically screaming with pleasure now, begging them to use my hole, to wreck me, to shoot their loads into me. They fucked me harder and harder, both of them quickly becoming covered in sweat. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum,” Liam groaned, “You want my POZ load added to that messy hole?” “Shoot your load in me,” I begged. “Breed his hole, babe, lube up my cock,” Ross said goading Liam on. Liam grunted, and thrust deep into me, his cock head, along with Ross’s well past my second hole firing his load deep into my guts all over his boyfriends cock. This was too much for Ross who after a few more pumps bottomed out in my hole and launched his load in next to Liam’s. My body shook with the force of their loads and I felt my own cock begin to throb as I came without touching myself at all. Ross slowly pulled out of me and Liam’s now flaccid cock flopped out with it. I rolled off of Ross and as the pair left the room kissing felt myself passing out completely over whelmed with what had happened over the past twelve hours. It was several hours later that I woke up and rolled out of my bed. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. In the main room I found Tommy bent over the couch with Liam’s cock deep in his furry twink hole, Ross was riding Ryan’s cock, and just as I stepped out the front door opened and Simon walked back in with a broad smile. “So from what I’ve been hearing all day you’ve turned into quite the cumdump,” he called over to me. “Ready for another, make sure it takes?” He grabbed his cock through his track pants and I nodded. This is where I end the story. If someone else wants to take over Justin’s journey from here feel free.

I just learned that the man who got me to try Tina for the first time and probably pozzed my neg ass was my father. He had just dumped several loads in me and fucked (what I hope was) my lay neg load out of me. Hard prick was still inside my ass, as he massaged his dirty seed into the walls of my ass. "Son, your mother didn't marry me cause she knew I was gay. After your birth she asked that I have no contact with you with the exception of sending you a yearly birthday card. I had the feeling that you might turn out to be gay like myself and your grandfather." "Your father was gay too?" "Yes, not only was he gay, but he was the man who introduced me to the joy of man-on-man sex." I thought to myself, 'Wow, my father had sex with his father and now I've had sex with mine.' You couldn't imagine how happy I was at that very moment. I had to ask Greg, "How sure are you that your poz seed is going to take in me?" "There is no guarantee that it will take, but I do know a fool proof method that is certain to make sure you're poz." "What's that?" "Step one you slam some of my poz blood and step two we open the door and let everyone who wants to seed your hole." I was liking the twisted ideas Greg had suggested. I didn't hesitate for a second when I agreed, "Sounds like a plan to me, but on one condition." "Name it my boy." "I get to live with you." Greg looked down with a smile and answered, "Of course you're going to live with me. I wouldn't have it any other way. But your not just going to live with me, you'll work for me too." "Work for you?" "Yes, I'll explain later. Now let's get you ready to be gang banged." He let his semi-stiff cock slip from my hole as I just lay in the sling. He pulled some rope from his bag and fixed my ankles and wrists down securely. Then he took the syringes that he used for the slam he gave himself and fixed another slam for me. He mixed in the water but before he gave it to me he tired off his arm and added his own diseased blood to the mix. I was still flying pretty good from the slam he had given me not all that long before, but trusting him implicitly, I went along with his plans - after all, he was my father. Then he remarked "I know your feeling really good from that first slam. This additional slam will make you a total cock and cum slut. Expect your cock to shrivel up and be soft for a few days. All you will want the next few hours is to be fucked and seeded. I'll be watching over you the entire time." I looked up and nodded, "I'm ready." I watched as he tired off my arm with the tourniquet, swabbed the vein with alcohol, suck the full point in my arm, made sure he hit the vein and then empty the mixture of Tina and his blood into my arm. I knew that with his blood in the mix there was no way I'd escape the bug. I heard the click of the releases of the tourniquet and felt the warmth of the drug as it hit my chest. I coughed out hard, I felt the rush hit me harder then the first slam. I heard a loud ringing in my ears as I lay back and enjoyed the rush. I looked down at myself and noticed that my semi-hard cock I had moments ago was now a pathetic looking stub. An involuntary "OH FUCK!" was my sole reaction. "Looks like my boy is feeling good." I just shook my head yes as Greg went and opened the door for everyone to see. He came back, his hard 8" pointing the way to my hole as he slid in easily. He leaned over and we kissed as he fucked me some more while we waited for others to wander in the room. It didn't take long for our room to become common knowledge, and soon we had a crowd gathered around me. One by one I was fucked and seeded by young and old, fat and thin, white, black, brown, and yellow. Greg kept me flying as I took on all the men who came by. When I finally came down, my hole was dipping and sore. Greg belted me out of the sling and over to the showers to clean up. He helped me get dressed and we gathered up all our belongings. I showed him where I parked and he drove me back to his place where he took me inside and put me to bed.